"Go!"
Left with no other choice, he had to use his Psychic Power to retrieve all the alloy weapons he could control from his spatial ring and attack the Little Turtle.
However, under the Little Turtle's terrifying defensive power, all the alloy weapons were knocked away and shattered.
The rapidly spinning tortoise shell slammed into Jiang Fan's shoulder.
"Snap!"
Jiang Fan grimaced in pain as his bones shattered.
This isn't over yet!
The immense impact lifted Jiang Fan completely off his feet.
"Return!"
Wang Yao forcefully pulled Jiang Fan back after he was thrown out.
Jiang Fan's shoulder bone was already fractured, and now he was forcibly pulled back, which pulled on his right hand, the one that had been hit.
For a moment, he felt like his arm was completely useless.
Sudden!
A sudden thought flashed through his mind: Little Turtle was charging at him, crashing into his chest and sending him flying.
This is the ability to predict in three seconds.
As expected, without giving him any chance to catch his breath, the rapidly spinning tortoise did not stop. Instead, it used the reaction force from the previous impact to continue spinning at high speed and crashed into Jiang Fan again.
Accompanied by a sonic boom, it crashed into Jiang Fan's chest.
not good!
Jiang Fan gasped inwardly, his expression becoming extremely grave.
He tried to pull back the Spirit Weapon he was holding in his right hand, but it was tightly entangled in the whip and he couldn't pull it out at all.
Although he predicted what would happen in the next three seconds, he was powerless to change it.
Unbeknownst to him, blood was gushing from the wound on his shoulder, flowing down his arm to his hand, and finally dripping onto the sword.
Everything was proceeding silently, seemingly slowly, but in reality, it happened in an instant.
Just as the wildly spinning turtle was about to crash into his left chest, suddenly!
Jiang Fan felt the Spirit Weapon he was holding in his right hand trembling as if it were on its own, and he also felt a tingling sensation like an electric current.
Before he could react, the Spirit Weapon suddenly flicked his right hand, making the whip, which he had been unable to break free from before, seem exceptionally easy at this moment.
Wang Yao, who had been holding Jiang Fan's right arm, also showed an expression of disbelief at this moment, staring at Jiang Fan in astonishment.
Jiang Fan's right hand, propelled by the Spirit Weapon, was held horizontally in front of him.
The timing was perfect; it blocked the Little Turtle that was about to crash into it.
And it blocked it directly without lifting a finger.
"Hiss hiss hiss--"
Electric sparks danced across the sword's surface, and intricate runes appeared and disappeared intermittently.
The next second.
The purple light suddenly surged, carrying a terrifying aura that instantly sent the Little Turtle flying.
"Ouch, ouch, oh my god, my head is so dizzy, my head hurts so much, what happened?"
The Little Turtle cried out exaggeratedly. As it cried out, upon seeing the Spirit Weapon in Jiang Fan's hand that shone with a brilliant purple light, its turtle eyes widened like dragon eyes, and its mouth opened wide, looking as if its jaw was about to drop.
" Spirit Weapon — Spirit Weapon Unsealed—Unsealed?!"
At this moment, everyone stared at Jiang Fan and the Spirit Weapon in his hand that was radiating purple light with utter shock.
Strands of electricity coiled around the sword, and the runes on its surface appeared and disappeared intermittently.
How could that be?
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice could not believe his eyes. He had just tested it; the blood dripping onto the sword had no effect whatsoever.
How come this advanced level of Psychic Power suddenly allows it to unleash such terrifying and chilling strength?
Who exactly is this person?
How can he use Spirit Weapon?!
This problem has greatly troubled and shocked the Zhou Family!
Their shock stemmed from the fact that the Spirit Weapon had always been part of the Zhou Family, and they knew very well that only the head of the Zhou Family could use it.
Of course, this was also a tactic used by the Holy Lord of the Church of Justice back then.
Compared to these people, Wang Yao was even more shocked and incredulous.
This Spirit Weapon was discovered by her and the Holy Lord of the Church of Justice in a secret realm, and she personally witnessed the entire process of his blood sacrifice.
In her view, few in this world could erase the mark of the Spirit Weapon he had refined.
The person before him was actually able to unleash the power of this Spirit Weapon.
Although he didn't perform at his full potential, this is probably related to the opponent's strength.
Once the opponent's strength reaches a certain level, they may one day be able to unleash the true power of the Spirit Weapon.
The more Wang Yao thought about it, the more alarmed she became, and the more intense her gaze became as she stared at Jiang Fan.
What special secret technique or heaven-defying magic weapon did he use to make the Spirit Weapon work?
Or is it that possibility...?
To be honest, based on her judgment and experience, she felt the latter possibility was extremely low.
Because Jiang Fan, who was currently holding Spirit Weapon, clearly showed a look of surprise in his eyes, the only part of his face visible through his mask.
Wang Yao had no doubt about her judgment on this point.
Clearly, the other party had not anticipated this situation either.
But then again, if he possessed a special magical artifact or secret realm capable of breaking the refining mark, why would he be surprised?
Jiang Fan stood there blankly, his pupils trembling slightly, his mind seemingly frozen.
What's going on?
Didn't that Crazy Old Man say that not just anyone can use Spirit Weapon?
And just now, it seemed as if the Spirit Weapon was guiding his attacks and defenses.
Not only that, but a figure kept appearing in his mind.
The figure was blurry, and his face was indistinct, but Jiang Fan was deeply impressed by his long, flowing hair.
The figure held a sword and was demonstrating a complex and profound swordsmanship technique.
With Jiang Fan's talent, he memorized it after just one look.
Although he didn't know why this change had occurred, the current situation didn't allow him to think too much about it. He regained his composure and pointed his sword at the Little Turtle and Wang Yao.
"Get out of the way if you don't want to die!"
Wang Yao's eyes were filled with complex emotions. "How did you do that? Why can you use Spirit Weapon?"
Jiang Fan was too lazy to waste words with the other party. After taking a Body Restoration Pill, he used the sword technique he had just learned to attack Wang Yao.
With the help of Spirit Weapon, Wang Yao gradually began to show signs of defeat after a dozen or so rounds.
I'll help you!
The Little Turtle also joined the battle.
This time, Jiang Fan held his own against the two, fighting fiercely with both the man and the turtle.
It's just a bit noisy around my ears.
"Tell me quickly! How did you do that? Did you use any secret techniques?"
Wang Yao asked questions as she hit him, her beautiful eyes filled with madness.
"That's right, if you didn't use a secret technique, you must have used a special magical artifact!"
The Little Turtle echoed after him.
"If you're willing to talk, we absolutely won't make things difficult for you anymore. Just hand over the Spirit Weapon, and we'll let you go."
In fact, Wang Yao and Little Turtle never intended to kill Jiang Fan, because they guessed that Jiang Fan was sent by Yan Tianyang and would give him some face.