Traveling through time and space to become the richest woman and falling in love with the young mast

Chapter 156 Familiar Bell

Now it appeared in the hands of her nephew, how could she not feel surprised and happy?

"An old lady told me to pass it on to you." Huangfu Yi explained simply.

"So it fell there..." Huangfu Yu murmured to herself, secretly rejoicing in her heart that she had finally found the lost treasure.

Then, she could no longer contain her excitement, she took the box, quickly opened the lid, and took out what was hidden inside - it was an iron core!

Without saying a word, Huangfu Yu skillfully installed the iron core on the bell hanging beside her.

With a crisp sound of "ding-ling", the bell seemed to be given new life in an instant, making a clear and pleasant sound that echoed throughout the space.

An Wuhen heard the sound and looked over.

This bell looked so familiar to him, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it before?!

An inexplicable sense of uneasiness welled up in his heart.

He tried to shake the feeling from his mind.

Huangfu Yu gently shook the bell in her hand, and a strange and subtle sound wave came out of the bell, rushing towards An Wuhen like a wave.

Although the sound was not loud, it carried an indescribable power that made An Wuhen feel dizzy and his attacking movements became much slower.

Dongfang Qingmo keenly caught this flaw, and her swordsmanship became more fierce, with every move and every style targeting the opponent's weakness.

As the sword light flashed, the sharp tip of the sword kept approaching An Wuhen's body.

Faced with the sudden change, An Wuhen roared angrily, and thick black fog emerged from his body in an attempt to resist the opponent's attack.

These seemingly indestructible black fogs suddenly seemed so fragile in front of the sound waves emitted by the bell in Huangfu Yu's hand - the rhythm of the bell was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and it was unpredictable. Those invisible sound waves turned into materialized sharp blades, easily cutting through the surrounding black fog and creating more opportunities for Dongfang Qingmo.

Seizing this opportunity, Dongfang Qingmo leaped up and rushed into the air like an arrow. The Dragon Roar Sword in his hand shone brightly and stabbed directly at the vital point on An Wuhen's head.

Although the latter tried his best to dodge, he was still unable to completely avoid the fatal blow, and the sharp tip of the sword finally pierced his shoulder.

After suffering a severe blow, An Wuhen did not succumb to the predicament. His eyes flashed with madness and determination, like a wounded beast, bursting out with an even more ferocious counterattack.

A powerful and heart-pounding aura emanated from his entire body, and this power was like a surging torrent, sweeping towards Dongfang Qingmo.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Dongfang Qingmo was startled, but she had no intention of retreating.

She gritted her teeth and swung her sword hard to meet the attack.

The strength displayed by An Wuhen at this time was beyond imagination. His powerful impact actually pushed Dongfang Qingmo back several steps.

Just when Dongfang Qingmo was losing stability, Huangfu Yi, who was standing behind her, quickly took action and gently pushed her to help her steady herself.

Dongfang Qingmo glanced at Huangfu Yi gratefully and said softly, "Thank you!"

Huangfu Yi shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't need to worry, and then took a step forward without hesitation, taking over from Dongfang Qingmo to block An Wuhen's attack.

Dongfang Qingmo took advantage of this gap to shake his hands, which had become numb due to the violent collision just now, trying to get rid of the soreness that penetrated deep into his bones.

She took a deep breath, calmed her disordered internal energy, and then gripped the hilt of the sword tightly again.

Her gaze was as hot and determined as a burning flame. She stared at An Wuhen in front of her, ready to launch another attack at any time.

After a fierce battle, Dongfang Qingmo gradually developed a strong premonition in his heart - this battle was about to usher in the dawn of victory.

She couldn't help but secretly marvel at Aunt Huangfu Yi's bell.

I didn’t expect that this seemingly ordinary magic weapon would have such amazing power!

The bell in Huangfu Yu's hand was shaking more and more rapidly, her eyes were focused and determined, and the waves of sound surged towards An Wuhen like a surging tide, trying to weaken his strength.

An Wuhen felt that his strength was gradually weakening and he became very angry.

His eyes were red, as if they were about to spit out fire, and he was muttering something, as if he was casting some powerful spell.

In an instant, An Wuhen shook Huangfu Yi away, releasing a powerful dark force from his body, which counteracted the sound waves of the bell.

Dongfang Qingmo took advantage of this gap, flashed around and moved to the side of An Wuhen.

She thrust out the sword again, the tip of the sword flashing with cold light, pointing directly at the enemy's vital point.

When An Wuhen dodged, he stumbled and looked a little embarrassed.

A hint of panic flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

When Huangfu Yu saw the scene in front of her, her eyes were as sharp as torches, staring closely at An Wuhen's every move.

At that critical moment, she keenly captured the best opportunity and displayed her unique technique without hesitation.

She waved her hand lightly, and the sound waves emitted by the bell changed subtly in an instant. Its frequency was cleverly adjusted, thus generating a very deceptive and powerful force.

This mysterious force was like an invisible whirlwind, sweeping over quickly, as if it had the magic power to disturb the depths of people's souls.

It silently penetrated into An Wuhen's consciousness, making his originally clear mind gradually become blurred.

In an instant, An Wuhen's eyes became blurred and dazed, as if he was lost in a fog; his movements also became chaotic and irregular.

At this moment, An Wuhen was like a candle in the wind, his body shaking violently involuntarily, as if he had lost the balance to support himself.

His steps were unsteady, sometimes rushing forward, sometimes taking a few steps back, completely unable to control the direction of his movements.

Dongfang Qingmo, who had been waiting for an opportunity, couldn't help but feel ecstatic when he saw this scene.

Opportunity is fleeting!

So he made a prompt decision, used all his strength, and concentrated all the power in his body on the sword in his hand.

Then, she thrust the final sword at An Wuhen with the force of thunder.

The sword was as fast as lightning, carrying a sharp sword energy and rushing straight towards An Wuhen's heart.

There was a muffled "puff" sound, and the long sword pierced An Wuhen's chest accurately and deeply.

An Wuhen, who suffered such a fatal blow, widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.