"roar!"

The Lingjiao's sea spear suddenly disappeared without a trace behind Li Zhuilang, as if he had been taken back into the Qiankun Ring in an instant!

However, the next second, he crawled out from under his armpits incredibly strangely, and stabbed Li Yao's face from an incredible angle!

On the spiritual dragon's sea spear, countless spiral spiritual patterns shine at the same time, condensed into a dragon wrapped around the gun. The scales stood steeply, and the momentum was extremely violent. The tip of the gun broke through the air. What was actually not a sonic boom, but the roar of the dragon!

With Li Yao's nose as the center, his facial muscles spread out like ripples, as if the airflow condensed at the tip of the spear had penetrated deeply into his face!

The powerful shot caused the monks around to exclaim. The secret tricks between the Nascent Soul monks were not easily seen by others!

On the attack route of the Lingjiao's sea spear, even the high-level monks hundreds of meters away felt the extreme pressure and couldn't help but separate to both sides to avoid being affected by the fish in the pond.

Li Yao did not dodge or avoid, and even his head was not biased, and just rushed straight towards the tip of the gun.

At first glance, it seems like he is going to commit suicide.

A magical scene has been born!

Seeing that the Lingjiao's spear was about to pierce his head, the tip of the spear suddenly trembled, as if Li Zhuilang couldn't hold it firmly, and it slid over Li Yao's left cheek, but it only wiped a strand of oily skin on the tip of his ear!

Li Yao took the opportunity to strode forward, and there was only a distance between him and Li Zhuilang!

One inch long and one inch strong. Magic weapons like the Spirit Dragon Sea Spear need to be opened for a certain distance to release the maximum power!

"What's going on?"

"Why did a sure shot suddenly turn over?"

"Li Zhuilang's hands are shaking? How is that possible!"

As a peerless master in the middle level of the Nascent Soul stage, he must have controlled his favorite magic weapon to the fullest, and he will never make such a low-level mistake that ordinary warriors would not make!

"Look, what is that?"

Just when many high-level monks were confused, someone suddenly pointed at the tail of the Lingjiao's spear and exclaimed.

Everyone stared at each other, but under the fierce sunlight, they only saw wisps of vague golden silk light, but they didn't know what it was.

Only the Nascent Soul cultivator with the deepest cultivation can sense it. It is actually some kind of metal wire that is far thinner than the head wire but extremely strong!

These metal wires were released from Li Yao's cuffs. At some point, they rolled up on the tail of Li Zhuilang's spiritual dragon spear without knowing it. It was like controlling the puppet's pulling line. With just a slight pull, the attack route at the tip of the gun can be made subtle changes!

"What kind of magic weapon is this!"

Whether it is Ziji Sword Sect, Jinjia Sect, or the sword-making masters and weapon refiners of other sects, they all fell off their chins.

This is a magic weapon that has never appeared in the ancient holy world, and even in all ancient cultivation worlds. It is the single crystal mica silk brought by Li Yao from the Federation.

Its diameter is only the size of a molecule, but its strength and flexibility are incredibly high, and it has excellent spiritual ability. It can be manipulated as you wish with divine thoughts. It is the highest crystallization in the field of material technology in Xingyao Federation.

When Li Yao injects spiritual energy into it and makes it vibrate gently at a frequency of tens of thousands of times per second, it is like an extremely small and extremely thin saw that can "saw" most of the hardest substances.

It was originally not an offensive magic weapon, but a refining magic weapon used by Li Yao to perform metal finishing.

As early as in the Flying Star Realm, Li Yao used similar mica wire to cut various multi-surface components.

However, since even the hardest metal and crystal can be cut, cutting off human flesh and bones is naturally no problem!

"Swish!"

Dozens of single-crystal mica silks, with a cow-haired needle tied at the front as a counterweight and guide, stabbing Li Zhuilang's key points.

Especially the circles of single crystal mica silk that Li Yao secretly wrapped around the Lingjiao Thorn Sea Gun, rushed towards Li Zhuilang's hands like a poisonous snake!

If Li Zhuilang doesn't want to be cut into more than 10,000 pieces by single crystal mica silk, then there is only one choice

"Save it!"

Li Yao shouted loudly.

Li Zhuilang was very obedient, and he gave up in an instant and retreated quickly!

Although his hands were loosened, two suction forces surged from his arms, trying to use spiritual energy to control the spiritual dragon's sea spear and give Li Yao a sinister and treacherous return shot!

The Nascent Soul monks can only rely on their hands to control magic weapons.

Unfortunately, while he retreated quickly, Li Yao kicked his legs, stopped the momentum of sprinting and retreated!

While retreating, he manipulated the single crystal mica silk and pulled the Lingjiao Thorn Sea Spear!

After decades of hard work and refining, this magic weapon has been in harmony with him for a long time, and has been firmly absorbed by him with spiritual energy. It is not something that Li Yao can pull at once!

The two of them used force in two directions, but with a "swish", the lower half of the Lingjiao's sea spear was cut off for a short section under the high vibration of the single crystal mica silk!

"ah!"

The destruction of his favorite magic weapon was so heartbroken that he was more heartbroken than his own arm. Li Zhuilang screamed and fell backwards, sitting on the ground with his butt, looking at Li Yao's eyes, but turned blood red, full of hatred and madness!

"Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated. You dare to insult me ​​like this!"

He was like a crazy beast, roaring at the top of his lungs.

"You're thinking too much."

Li Yao sneered, "Do you think the biggest problem with this gun is that it falls into your hands, is it ridiculing you?"

Li Zhuilang was stunned, his extremely crazy expression was a little frozen, and he was still sitting on the ground, "Isn't it?"

"Of course not, I'm just telling the truth."

Li Yao said lightly, "No matter how good the magic weapon is, it is necessary for the corresponding person to cooperate to exert its maximum power! This gun is made up of ice crystal black iron deep in the northern sky sea of ​​Frost Moon Prefecture, and dozens of bundles of dragon-like spirit beasts. In terms of its materials, engraved magic arrays and refining fire, every detail has reached the level of perfection, and even I can't find any flaws!"

"But, I can be sure that the original owner of this gun is definitely not you!"

"This gun is four zhang, two feet, seven inches and nine minutes long, and weighs one hundred and nine kilograms and five taels and seven cents. The tail of the gun is also carved with a piece of dragon tail and thickened. On the one hand, it is convenient to hold it, and on the other hand, it also moves its center of gravity slightly later!"

"From these characteristics, this gun should initially be used by a cultivator who is eight feet, nine inches and three minutes tall, spreads his arms to nine feet, two inches and five minutes, and weighs between 187 pounds!"

"Only with such height, such wingspan and weight can perfectly blend with this gun and stimulate its strongest power!"

"The person who refined this gun is definitely a master. He refining this gun is the same as I will recast the fourth sword for Yan Liren. All the user's physical details and movement habits must be taken into account!"

"This is a gun that belongs to someone, and you, not 'someone'!"

"You are eight feet, seven inches and four minutes tall, and your arms spread are nine feet, one inches and one minute. If these two data are not satisfactory, the most fat is your weight. You actually have a full 235 kilograms, a tiger's back, a bear's waist, and a muscle bulge!"

"Since it is called 'Ling Jiao Sea Spear', one with the word "spirit" and one with the word "tattoo" means that this gun must take a light, quick and unpredictable path!"

"You're so strong for this gun!"

"You use this gun, the height, the length, the center of gravity is wrong, everything is wrong! Even though you have worked hard to refine this gun for decades, and have meticulously studied the gun technique and practiced the mind and determination. Even if you completely copy all the magical powers of this gun owner in the past, how can you swing out one-tenth of the power of this gun owner in the past?"

"You can't perceive these strange things in your daily practice. Then I say, the biggest problem with this gun is that it falls into your hands. Is it wrong? You say it yourself!"

"boom!"

Li Zhuilang's face seemed to be blown by a crystal bomb, and it was extremely red in an instant, looking like he wanted to vomit blood but couldn't spit it out, and wanted to scold her but didn't know who to scold her.

"I……"

He looked at Li Yao, and then at the shorter Lingjiao sea spear, which was really unbearable!

Many high-level monks whispered that the Spirit Dragon Sea Spear is a well-known magic weapon in the cultivation world. It is a family inheritance of Li Zhuilang. His earliest master was his father.

When his father was alive, he was indeed taller and thinner than him. This is no secret that many older generation cultivators still remember it!

"I don't know what the original owner of this gun had to do with you, maybe your beloved relatives and friends."

Li Yao said with a stern face, "So after you get this gun, you will be able to recreate the former glory of this gun at all costs!"

"However, everyone has their own characteristics and habits. Even when the same set of exercises and the same magic weapon is used by different people, they should fine-tune according to their own characteristics. They must not copy them or practice them blindly!"

"Since your height and wingspan are shorter than the original owner of this gun, stronger and lower center of gravity, then cut the gun a little shorter, just like now, find a way to adjust its counterweight and move its center of gravity forward by two inches and five minutes. It should be just right and cooperate with your body shape to perfection!"

Li Zhuilang was stunned for a long time before he realized, and couldn't believe it and said, "You, you didn't deliberately break my gun, but were helping me change the gun?"

"You are lucky!"

Li Yao smiled slightly, "I asked for help. The price was originally very expensive, but I always have to let fellow Daoist Yan see my sword-making skills first, so that he can completely feel at ease to hand over the 'fourth sword' to recast!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Yao's eyes widened and suddenly shouted loudly. The single crystal mica silk was mixed with the air wave and surged in all directions. Not only did it wrap around the Lingjiao sea spear, but it also wrap around the Fenglei cymbals, and the Golden Crow Demon Sword that was broken into two pieces!

"Swish!"

Three broken magic weapons were thrown high into the sky by the original owner before he could react! (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!