C16 The Ancient Divine Weapon(2)

Lau Qingyang had the upper hand. He couldn't help but laugh wildly. Suddenly, he thrust his sword forward. A cold star shot out from the tip of his sword. It turned into a pentagon of starlight and rushed towards Zhang Yang at lightning speed.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and crossed his hands in front of his chest. Two raging flames flew up with a bang and condensed into a huge fire shield that firmly protected his entire body.

The cold light hit the shield. The entire altar shook violently, as if an earthquake had suddenly occurred.

Zhang Yang felt a strong force coming at him. He could not stand still and could not help but slide backwards. Under the raging Ice Soul Sword Intent, a thin layer of ice had formed on the ground. Zhang Yang stepped on the thin layer of ice and slid backwards as if he was flying.

"Realize, kid!" Lau Qingyang's smile became extremely ferocious, "How can a pauper and a b * tch like you have the qualification to enter the inner sect? If you knew your own limitations, you wouldn't have ended up like this!"

With a bang, Zhang Yang's back hit the mountain wall. His breathing became heavy and turbid. His black and white eyes suddenly turned a strange scarlet color. He slowly raised his head and looked at Lau Qingyang coldly.

"You talk too much!" Zhang Yang said coldly.

For some reason, Lau Qingyang felt goosebumps all over his body when he was stared at by such a strange gaze. His chest jumped violently, and a chill ran down his spine. The inexplicable fear made him almost unable to breathe.

"F * ck you!" Lau Qingyang cursed, "You stinky toad who wants to eat swan meat. I will skin you and make you cramp up right now. I will make you regret coming to this world!"

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and said, "You talk too much nonsense. All of you deserve to die!" As he spoke, his nostrils flared up and he shouted, "Go to hell!" He waved both of his fists and countless fireballs jumped out of the void and shot at Lau Qingyang.

Lau Qingyang held the sword with both hands and used the Ice Soul Sword Art. He swung the sword crazily without thinking. As soon as the fireballs approached him, they were immediately cut into pieces by the cold sword Qi.

Zhang Yang approached step by step. More and more fireballs gathered around him. They whistled and rushed forward in twos and threes. They were shattered in one wave. The other wave immediately followed. The fireballs were like clusters of clouds. At first, the outline of the balls could be clearly seen. Later, they covered the sky and covered the earth like a moving wall of fire.

Lau Qingyang's eyes turned red from killing. Whether it was the fireballs or not, die! Although his face looked crazy, deep inside his heart, he was truly terrified of Zhang Yang. With every step the latter took, he felt that he was one step closer to death.

In the world of martial artists, weapons were based on quality. From low to high, they were divided into five levels: treasure, spirit artifact, supreme artifact, and divine artifact. Each level was further divided into three grades: upper, middle, and lower. And at this moment... The ancient sword in Lau Qingyang's hand was a high-grade divine artifact that had been passed down since ancient times.

Generally speaking, ordinary low-grade Sovereign Weapons were priceless. The value of a high-grade divine artifact was immeasurable. The enhancement of a God artifact on a martial artist's ability was at least ten times. In other words, although Lau Qingyang was only an Energy Shaping Realm martial artist, he was still an Energy Shaping Realm martial artist. In other words, even though ___ was only an Energy Shaping Realm warrior, with the aid of this high-grade divine sword, his strength had increased by more than ten times.

At this moment, even if an expert who had already reached the Void Initial Stage stood in front of Lau Qingyang, he would still not be a match for him.

Zhang Yang was only an outer sect disciple of Heavenly Dao Peak. Before this, he had never had the chance to come into contact with the theory of the quality of weapons. Therefore, he had no idea how terrifying Lau Qingyang, who was wielding a high-grade divine sword, was.

As an inner sect disciple, Lau Qingyang had a deep understanding of the theory behind weapons. He had long guessed that this ancient sword was definitely worth a lot of money, but even so, he would never have thought that this sword was actually a high-grade divine weapon.

If he knew about this, he was afraid that he would be scared to death.

Because even with the ten-fold increase in power of the high-grade divine sword, it was still very difficult for Lau Qingyang to face Zhang Yang.

"What realm is this kid's cultivation base at?" A huge question mark flashed across Lau Qingyang's mind.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The wall of fire was shattered by the Ice Soul Sword Qi. Zhang Yang could not withstand the fierce cold. Finally, he was pushed back again. His clothes were tattered, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. The strange scarlet color in his eyes had dimmed down a lot.

Lau Qingyang, who was experienced in fighting enemies, immediately noticed the flaw. His eyes lit up, and he raised the high-grade divine sword in his hand high up into the sky. He wanted to crush this extremely strange opponent in one go.

Right at this moment, a loud rumble was heard. A fiery red pillar fell from the sky like a guillotine, piercing through the solid mountain peak and the solid ground of the altar.

This was the Scorpion Tail Needle of the Inferno Scorpion King. This thousand-year-old giant monster finally sensed the Qi of a living person in the belly of the mountain. Its sharp Scorpion Tail Needle was casually picked out and easily cut open the incomparably hard mountain.

The Scorpion Tail Needle was accompanied by a violent flame aura. Scorching hot airwaves were layered on top of each other, whistling and spreading in all directions. Lau Qingyang's Ice Soul Sword Qi was forcefully suppressed.

Huge pieces of broken rocks flew across the hall, and ten thousand jin of mud fell down like a waterfall. Lau Qingyang let out a cry of surprise. He gripped the high-grade divine sword tightly, and quickly drilled out through the huge hole created by the Scorpion Tail Needle.