In the incense burner under the high platform, two incense sticks have burned out.

The other incense pillars were still burning quietly, but they were stained by the azure light flare sprinkled above the head.

It looks like the fragrance of blue Mars in about ten pillars.

The same is true on the entire platform at this moment.

The azure blue sword energy radiated everyone's clothes.

Above, a mouthful of [Masterwork] hovered over the heads of everyone on the high platform.

It is very close to the top of the cave, the lotus inscription that Rong Zhen gave to Ouyang Rong.

The blue sword light shone down.

Enveloped the whole audience.

This scene is very similar to the dreamy effect of the sunlight in Ouyang Rong's aquarium in his previous life, sprinkling on the glass corridor under the water.

Especially the figure of the girl in the palace dress on the high platform.

A purple dress was covered with a blue halo, which was even more dreamy.

Similarly, it also made her smile and crying face a little bit bright or dark, hazy and psychedelic.

"Ouyang Lianghan, Ouyang Lianghan, isn't this palace very stupid in your eyes?"

The young man in Confucian shirt shook his head.

Rong Zhen stared at his face wearing a bronze mask, as if he wanted to see his face clearly through the mask.

She clenched her teeth, word by word:

"You know, I hate this masked face very much. I dreamed of stomping it down again and again. You take it off, take it off!"

Ouyang Rong still shook his head.

"You opened it and looked at it. I knew my surname was Wei? Are you pretending?"

Ouyang Rong still shook his head.

Rong Zhen stared at him for a while and suddenly shouted angrily:

"Why don't you open it and see? Aren't you a traitor who steals clothes? You, what kind of gentleman do you pretend to be a gentleman! You are useless to be a gentleman!!"

As he said that, Rong Zhen was about to rush towards Ouyang Rong, as if he was about to beat him.

"Princess!"

Yi Qianqiu reached out to stop Rong Zhen.

"Let go!" Rong Zhen angrily struggled.

Yi Qianqiu lowered his head and still stopped him steadily.

Madam Song seemed to be trying to stop people, so she returned to the platform from a high altitude and came to Rong Zhen's side, and at the same time, she also narrowed the distance with Ouyang Rong.

After the old woman with white eyes pulled Rong Zhen's other arm, she glanced at the [arc] above her.

Yi Qianqiu looked at Ouyang Rong carefully and asked:

"You are the master of Die Lianhua, and this tripod sword belongs to you? So the matter between Xingzi Lake Buddha and the Xunyang Palace was done by you? Lin Cheng, the third prince of Wei and Wang Lengran were also killed by you? Is the blame on Tiannan Jianghu?"

The old woman with white eyes heard a name and her hunched body trembled slightly, her old face was a little as gray.

Wei Wu's muscles twitched, and he said angrily:

"So that's it. You have been the magistrate of Longcheng County. This sword was originally cast by the Liu family in Longcheng for my Wei family. You conspired and murdered the sixth prince and intercepted my Wei family's tripod sword."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Rong had no waves in his eyes under his mask. At this moment, the spiritual energy in his dantian was rapidly consumed.

He put his sleeves in both hands and began to pinch his hands in his sleeves.

In addition to the mantra, there are also finger techniques, but the latter is more difficult.

Ouyang Rong looked at Wei Wu and asked strangely:

"Isn't this your favorite trick for Wei family? Whether it's Wei Shaoxuan or Wei Shaoqi, it's like this. It's worthy of being a family, and the means of harming people are the same.

"Whether you pretend to be a bandit and intercept the Su Mansion when you were in Longcheng, or you now pretend to be a water thief and attack the Xunyang Prince's Mansion, since you like to commit crimes under the name of suppressing bandits, you will be the only one to return it."

Wei Wu was furious: "You!"

Duan Quanwu also cursed: "Ouyang Lianghan, you are despicable and shameless, and you are slandering others, slandering the prince's mansion. Did Mr. Qiu attack and kill him? Now you are still deceived by the princess and deceive the emperor. Don't think about leaving today, and revenge your old hatred and new hatred together."

Ouyang Rong didn't go to see him, but looked at Yi Qianqiu, Madam Song, and Wei Wu's golden halo.

Yi Qianqiu frowned and asked:

"Ouyang Lianghan, what do you mean by coming out now? Are you not afraid of death? You are cutting off your own way."

Wei Wu said coldly:

"You are not confident that you can silence us all. Or are you worried that something will happen in the Xunyang Palace and want to escape and save people?"

Madam Song nodded: "Thanks to the sound of the piano, I have to thank the princess for keeping people, otherwise I will not be able to force you out."

Duan Quanwu said in a yin face:

"You are the sword-holder, and your body is the most fragile, and you are not purple. At most, you can only use one sword. I advise you to surrender immediately. Otherwise, you can't kill us with one sword and you will die immediately. It's still time to surrender now."

Ouyang Rong asked strangely:

"Aren't you the ones who surrendered? Why do you shout so loudly? Is it better than your voice?"

"presumptuous!"

Just as Duan Quanwu was angrily scolding, the fifteen breaths that Ouyang Rong had silently recited in his mouth had arrived.

The palms hidden in his sleeves were also finished.

The decree of God will be executed immediately!

However, Ouyang Rong quit the phone and listened to Duan Quanwu and others' angry scolding for a while. After a moment, his face became slightly lost.

The purple qi of merit... there is no sign of deduction!

At this moment, she seemed to have noticed Ouyang Rong for a moment, and the old woman with rolled eyes suddenly rose up, and she almost flashed in front of Ouyang Rong.

At the same time, Wei Wu, Yi Qianqiu, Duan Quanwu and others who were originally talking shut up and bullied themselves. Duan Quanwu was the closest to him, but for some reason, he was a little slower and fell behind Wei Wu and Yi Qianqiu.

No one cared about this detail, and everyone rushed towards Ouyang Rong. Some wanted to take his dantian directly, some wanted to poke his eyes, and some wanted to choke his neck. However, Madam Song was the fastest, and her purple qi cultivation level was the one who took action and took the hang of a young man in Confucian shirt.

In an instant, the [Machinery] above his head noticed something, as if it was stressed, the azure sword energy surged and fell straight.

The Buddha's body suddenly burst into golden light, blocking the platform, covering the falling [Mingzhu]. It was Emperor Wen's sword energy! [Mingzhu] seemed to be entering the water, and its speed slowed down, but in the next moment, the blue cauldron fire burst out, covering [Mingzhu]. With a sound of "现--!", a loud sound of a big bell suddenly sounded inside the golden Buddha behind. At the same time, the golden light melted like ice and snow, quickly melted, and even turned into the fuel of [Mingzhu]! The sword speed was faster! The power of [Mingzhu] was ineffective against it!

[Martial Arts] split the golden sword energy of [Emperor Wen] and came to the platform. The trajectory turned from vertical to horizontal. The sword energy swept across the entire venue, passing through the space within ten feet of Ouyang Rong. Wei Wu, Yi Qianqiu, Duan Quanwu felt the sharp sword energy, and all subconsciously gave up the route of taking Ouyang Rong directly. They tried to turn their bodies in the air, and they were evasive and frequently, except for Madam Song, who still looked at Ouyang Rong's face.

[Mingzhu] is the best speed in the audience, and the sword is faster than people. The azure [Arc] touches the halo on the surface of everyone's body, the golden halo that was originally covered in them lit up like an explosion, and the sword energy of [Emperor Wen] is again. [Arc] raises the fire of the tripod again, but this time, the golden light that bursts no longer blocks [Mingzhu], but tightly wraps everyone's bodies.

Time seemed to slow down. Within ten feet, it first passed through Madam Song's body, and then Wei Wu, Yi Qianqiu and others, passing through one by one, just like a string of candied haws, beheading everyone in public.

At the same time, the golden Buddha behind them continued to emit "Zheng-!Zheng-!Zheng-!Zheng-!" Three inexplicable piano sounds, one by one, as if there was a piano, following the rhythm of [Machinecraft], and a music was played.

I saw that while the strange sound of the piano in the Buddha was released, Song, Yi, Wei and others did not have a split in two.

The world's most powerful sword is as if passing through a phantom or sound wave, and it is unharmed to them... except for one person.

Duan Quanwu, who had no golden light covered body, stood at the last position of everyone. At this moment, he covered his neck tightly with his hands. A blood line first appeared in his throat, and then blood surged. A big head slid down the floor along the smooth incision.

Duan Quanwu's body separated, his body fell to the ground, his head rolled down for several times before he stopped on the stairs up the platform. His eyes on his head looked up at the people on the field with a look of disbelief on his face. He stared at the golden light on his companions. His heart was full of bone-eroded regret. What's his head!

Yi Qianqiu, Wei Wu and the other two stopped in place, surprised and thankful, looked down at the golden light on their bodies, and then looked at Duan Quanwu's body. Madam Song didn't care about these things at all, and she kept her movements, smiling with an old face, stretched out a claw to Ouyang Rong who was close to him and poked into his face.

But the next moment, a golden light burst out from Ouyang Rong's body.

"Zheng--!" The kind-eyed golden-body Buddha made another familiar sound of piano. Madam Song's dead claws passed through Ouyang Rong's body as if they were passing through the phantom.

One blow fell directly.

Ouyang Rong stood there unscathed.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

Ouyang Rong frowned, looked at Madam Song, who looked surprised and suspicious, and then looked down at her palms that were pinching her hands.

The sermon...failed.

Tao Yuanming did not come.

It’s not that the red and black talisman paper fails, but the problem seems to be... the original work of Tao Yuanming! What he swallowed while drinking the talisman water was not the original work. The so-called authentic work of Tao Yuanming that the Prince’s Mansion helped him find was his mother’s fake!

Ouyang Rong's right eyelid twitched violently, and he understood why his eyelids kept jumping since yesterday. Could it be that there is really a metaphysics?

Almost at the same time, all the Buddhist beads in the hands of Ouyang Rong, Wei Wu, Yi Qianqiu, Duan Quanwu and others appeared in a crack.

Everyone lowered their heads and went to see the Buddhist beads in their hands, showing shock.

Just now, both sides delayed the time, either setting up swords or getting close to the position, and they all came with a "power-causing strike".

The result was that no one hurt anyone except one unlucky guy.

Ouyang Rong looked down at the cracked Buddhist beads in his hand, and then looked at Madam Song, who had always reminded him to wear Buddhist beads but now she looked angry and regretful.
To be continued...