The atmosphere on the field was quiet at first, and then suddenly chaotic.
The tripod sword hangs in the air.
The little girl whose face was covered with gauze held a moonlight sword in her hand, held Wei Shaoxuan hostage, and stood directly under the tripod sword.
Xie Lingjiang looked anxious as he spoke, and the expressions of Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Shenji changed slightly.
"What...what is this?"
Li Bao'er raised his head and frowned, staring at this "arc", his little face looked a little dazed: "What tricks are you playing? Don't move!"
The cold sword edge was close, and the gray moonlight emitted frightened Wei Shaoxuan into raising his hands in the air and leaning back to dodge.
"It has nothing to do with me, cousin Guo'er, calm down!" Wei Shaoxuan looked innocent and said to Qiu Shenji in the distance: "Father, please don't mess around."
Qiu Shenji understood the idea, nodded in agreement, and counted silently in his mind.
In order to stabilize Li Guo'er, he sincerely spread his hands and opened his arms: "It has nothing to do with me, just listen to me..."
"Don't listen to their nonsense, they are just stalling for time!" Xie Lingjiang said urgently: "Hurry up, Bao'er!"
Li Guoer's clear eyes were filled with surprise, Wei Shaoxuan glanced sideways at her face and quietly lowered his hands.
Li Guo'er turned her head warily, "Raise your hands, don't move!" Yin Ya bit her teeth, and the long sword in her hand once again came close to Wei Shaoxuan's neck to threaten, but after a while, the little girl only felt the tiger's mouth tremble, and there was a "Zheng" sound.
There was an ear-splitting sound, a three-foot green blade flew out, and reversed in the air. The sword light reflected in the sunlight stung several people's eyes.
An "arc" appeared in front of Wei Shaoxuan and Li Guo'er, shaking the moonlight sword away.
"Father, save me!"
Wei Shao
The latter was so frightened that he fell down and saw that the tip of the Xinjian was about to sink into his back.
In an instant, a strong wind blew up.
This sword tip is difficult to advance even an inch.
Qiu Shenji's figure appeared between Wei Shaoxuan and Li Guo'er, his two fingers raised like iron pliers, clamping the sword body.
Li Guo'er exclaimed, holding the handle with both hands, thrust forward hard, and the blade of Xinjian bent.
The man in sackcloth held the tip of his sword between his two fingers, still motionless.
"伱..." Li Guo'er looked desperate, let go tremblingly, and took a step back.
Qiu Shenji's expression was indifferent, and he turned the sword with two fingers, turning into sword fingers and stabbing directly at the center of Bao'er's eyebrows.
"The foster father...the foster father left him alive!"
Wei Shaoxuan got up from the ground, looked at the back of Qiu Shenji in front of him, and shouted anxiously: "My father and I need her!" He sounded excited.
Qiu Shenji frowned slightly, but at this moment, he felt that a certain Xie girl in the Sutra Copying Hall behind him had put away her purple talisman and rushed towards her with red eyes. He didn't have time to think about it, so he changed his poke to a swing, slightly curled his two fingers, and flicked the Feixin Sword.
"Cheng"! The dagger spiraled in the air, and the back of the sword struck the little girl's white forehead accurately.
Li Baoer said "Ah", and his delicate body and dagger flew several meters away, vomiting blood and feeling dizzy.
The man in sackcloth didn't even look, and quickly turned around. Behind him, a gust of wind blew out of the hall and rushed towards Wei Shaoxuan.
There is a faint red and purple thunder hidden in the breeze, which is as huge as destroying dry matter.
The square in front of the temple was filled with thunder and wind.
But it was so late and so fast that before Qiu Shenji could see his movements clearly, he had already stepped in front of Wei Shaoxuan and shouted loudly, "Seeking death!" The man in sackcloth was like a god of war, charging up his fists to meet the "wind and thunder"
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But they never thought that Xie Lingjiang and Zhu Zi, before the thunderbolt arrived, circled around the two of them and rushed towards Li Bao'er, who fell to the ground and was seriously injured. A much dim Zhu Zi talisman was thrown out again, entangling the two girls who had joined together, and in the air
Rotating, the hazy clouds stretched out again.
"Rokuro, don't move."
"good."
With no worries for the time being, Qiu Shenji stepped forward and said, "If you give me a chance, I won't leave. I'll come back to save people. I'm looking for death!"
Bang—bang—bang—! The sixth-level martial artist was like a wild giant beast, his fists wildly bombarding the thunder pool.
Xie Lingjiang frowned and found Li Bao'er in his arms with his eyes closed and his red lips murmuring, as if he was counting down something.
But the man in linen clothes outside who was filled with evil spirits did not give her a chance to hear clearly.
"found it!"
Qiu Shenji sneered, the shadow of his fist was like an illusion, and suddenly stopped, he used both hands to tear open the hazy thunder curtain in front of him, and stretched out two fingers, like a woman drawing threads for embroidery, delicately twisting the air.
There seemed to be a thread in the thunder pool. He twisted it up with two fingers and slowly pulled it out.
The red and purple talisman that was originally flying in the thunder pool suddenly stopped in mid-air. Xie Lingjiang covered his mouth to hold back a mouthful of blood, but the remaining spiritual energy in his dantian was uncontrollably and wildly extracted by the "Fang Cun Thunder Pool".
On the vermillion talisman, red light bloomed, and the clouds in the entire thunder pool suddenly became so thick that they were milky white and blinded the eyes. The thunder and lightning snakes were so intense that they seemed to be returning to the light, and the thunder pool was going to consume all its power in one breath.
Take the way of heaven that flourishes and then declines.
A man in sackcloth who is a pure martial artist can actually have such delicate skills as the Yin Yang family, but if it is related to his identity as a veteran fifth-level "soldier of the Yin Yang family", it is not surprising.
The thunder pool was out of control and he released his power in a disorderly manner. Qiu Shenji moved three feet back and waited, calm and steady, not giving his opponent any chance.
However,
There are people who are calmer and more steady than him.
An "arc" returned to the sky above the square at some unknown time.
Qiu Shenji and Xie Lingjiang, who had just rushed over from the main hall, both faintly fell within the range of its sword light.
At this moment, the "craftsman's work" above the head began to change color, and a purple mist emerged from nothingness, curling around the "arc" body. Its sky-like clear blue gradually faded away, and was replaced by purple-black like the deep sea.
Finally, it turned into a cold purple "arc", hanging high above the heads of all living beings.
Mysterious and terrifying.
This strange movement naturally caused Qiu Shenji and Xie Lingjiang to raise their heads, and they were both stunned for a moment.
Xie Ling Jiang's pretty face showed a look of disappointment, Qiu Shenji frowned slightly:
"Rokuro, this is your tripod sword?"
"Step aside, foster father, and leave it to me." Wei Shaoxuan said calmly.
"Okay! Let Rokuro finish it."
Qiu Shenji readily agreed and stepped aside, leaving the "Fang Cun Lei Pond" that was about to go out and the two women in it.
For some reason, facing death at this moment, Xie Lingjiang felt surprisingly calm. He lowered his head and looked at his feet, and a thought suddenly came to his mind:
Is he already waiting for her? Then in the next life, won’t he have to be younger than him and be bullied by him as his junior sister?
"You don't know how to wait for me, you always walk in front, leaving us behind..."
Xie Ling Jiang smiled sadly, his smile was both joyful and bitter.
The next moment, the figure of a man in sackcloth flew upside down and crashed into the square inch thunder pool.
Rumble——!
Xie Lingjiang turned around and frowned.
At the moment, the power of the Zhuzi Talisman is still there, but Qiu Shenji seems to be taking the initiative, dodging like crazy, flying back, and crashing into this thunder pool. It was full of thousands of thunderbolts, and was burnt inside and outside.
She looked carefully and found that there was a cold purple "arc" line, shooting straight towards the face of the man in linen clothes with a stiff smile, frightening him so much that he retreated and evaded at the speed of a sixth-grade "weapon master", for
Fight for a moment of room to move your body, even if you are trapped in a small thunder pool.
Xie Lingjiang pouted slightly, turned his head, and saw an unforgettable scene in his life.
Ouyang Rong walked calmly, his eyes were purple, his hands were hanging by his sides, and there was a slender index finger under his long sleeves, raising a bronze mask.
He walked towards her like this.
"Senior Brother..." Xie Lingjiang's expression was wonderful, ranging from shock to excitement to confusion.
"Crack!" Qiu Shenji, whose skin was burnt black by the thunderbolt, was also like this. He looked in disbelief at the familiar young man walking calmly in front of him to replace Wei Shaoxuan.
Ouyang Rong said nothing, the merit value in the Merit Tower decreased rapidly, and the purple mist from the Fortune Announcement Bell poured into the "Craftsmanship" of the Cauldron Sword.
Qiu Shenji was forced into the "square-inch thunder pool" by the cold purple "arc" in front of him, and was struck by thunder.
"Craftsman" was suspended one foot in front of him, with one man and one sword seemingly motionless.
However, Xie Lingjiang, who was closest to him, keenly noticed that Qiu Shenji had crossed his hands with his palms facing outward, and his spiritual energy surged out of his hands in an attempt to build a body-protecting true energy barrier to resist foreign objects.
But the true energy barrier as hard as gold and stone, in this cold purple "arc", was cut open like hot cheese by a silver fork, and it was easy to go straight in with a single knife, rushing through most of it, trying to split him in two.
Qiu Shenji had no choice but to frantically pour out spiritual energy to replenish the body-protecting energy on the front, blocking the unstoppable advance of the Cauldron Sword.
Fortunately, Qiu Shenji's once fifth-grade Dantian had unfathomable spiritual energy and was extremely rich. The body-protecting true energy barrier built with all his efforts was actually on par with the cutting force of the "arc".
"Where is Rokuro? What did you do to Rokuro?" He looked around in confusion and asked sullenly.
Xie Lingjiang looked at the bronze mask in Ouyang Rong's hand, and then at the unconscious Li Guo'er, but hesitated to speak.
Ouyang Rong walked past her without squinting, and stepped into the thunder pool alone. He raised two fingers, clamped a cold purple "arc", made a sword finger, and stabbed Qiu Shenji between the eyebrows.
Advance inch by inch.
"How dare you, Shu Zi!" Qiu Shenji shouted violently, and surging spiritual energy surged from his body to resist the sword of the man in front of him.
One party stirred up the purple mist and used the tripod sword as a spear.
One side surged with spiritual energy, using true energy as a shield.
The two sides were caught in a consumption competition between spiritual energy and purple mist.
Whoever lets go will die.
For a while, there was a stalemate.
Ouyang Rong's injured body was crumbling, and the more than 11,000 merits in the Merit Tower were being consumed rapidly.
He frowned slightly, this divine machine was more difficult than he thought.
And this evenly matched scene made Qiu Shenji's eyes look at Ouyang Rong full of disbelief.
Don't forget, he is a sixth-grade man! He is even stronger than an ordinary sixth-grade man because of his grade drop, but this boy is only a ninth-grade man!
How can it be?
Even if he uses the Hanshi Bu Sword for ten breaths, how can he be supported by so much surging spiritual energy?
But the fact is before our eyes.
This brand new tripod sword has no idea what kind of miraculous powers it has acquired.
Ouyang Rong remained silent and glanced at the hazy clouds and mist around him.
Lei Chi did not hurt him, but after Yunwu came into contact with him, he happily absorbed the merits of Ziwu.
It seems that Ziwu is not only an edible thing "made by craftsmen", but it also seems to be used for the "square-inch thunder pool" of Taiqing's secret skill? Doesn't that mean that he can cross the threshold of Taiqing Sect's skills?
There is no time to think about this. At this moment, after absorbing the purple mist, there is pure purple thunder slowly brewing in the thunder pool - the real "square-inch thunder pool".
It looks like it was made by an orthodox Taiqing Taoist priest, which is completely different from Xie Lingjiang's passive defense just now.
Qiu Shenji was completely trapped in the thunder pool.
But this additional consumption of purple mist also stretched Ouyang Rong's accumulated merit points.
This was something he had not expected before. He originally wanted to go straight in and fight quickly, but now he found that it was easy for the cloth sword to lock Qiu Shenji, but the spiritual energy in the Dantian was not pure enough, and the tripod sword was not fast enough, so he could only chase after Qiu.
Behind the god fuselage.
There was a thunder pool trapping him right now, but he didn't hit it right.
Ouyang Rong weighed the pros and cons and took out a total of two thousand merits worth of purple mist and threw it into the thunder pool.
Xie Lingjiang wanted to help, but was blocked by the thunder pool. Qiu Shenji's zhenqi barrier could be broken by the tripod sword, but she could not break it. The two were in a stalemate, and her approach was useless.
On this side, Xie Lingjiang was anxious, while on the other side, Ouyang Rong's face gradually turned pale, and the nine thousand merit points poured into the Cauldron Sword were about to bottom out.
"You have no spirit!" Qiu Shenji suddenly said with certainty. He raised the corner of his mouth, and the panic in his eyes was replaced by a cruel smile: "Ants are ants after all. Now, it's up to me."
The 20% spiritual energy that had been reserved in the Dantian was no longer hidden and surged out.
The man in sackcloth took a step forward, and the young magistrate took a step back, faltering.
At this time, Ouyang Rong suddenly lowered his head and glanced at the broken jade ring hanging on his waist, and quickly asked Xie Lingjiang: "What is Master Chen's full name?"
"Chen Qingyi."
The young county magistrate who once ordered Xiufa to send the guest list of the Sutra Hall to the county government sighed and closed his eyes: "Go and split the Buddha in the Sutra Hall."
Qiu Shenji was confused, Xie Lingjiang was stunned, turned around and ran into the Sutra Copying Hall, jumping up lightly.
Wow——! Boom——!
The sword flashed and the Buddha was split into two.
A rotten Confucian corpse fell from the Ci Mei Buddha statue. When the corpse came into contact with the air, a certain part exploded with a "thud".
The strange noise in the Buddhist temple turned out to be an explosion of corpses.
"Uncle Chen!" Xie Lingjiang exclaimed.
"So what if I did it? What can you do to me?" Qiu Shenji's expression was distorted and he stabbed deliberately: "Two pieces of trash! When I tortured him, he knelt down and begged for mercy, hahahaha."
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and ignored it, the clear sound of wooden fish could be heard in his ears.
Another thousand merits will be added.
A thousand merits are all turned into purple mist and injected into "craftsmanship".
Ouyang Rong opened his eyes, held the "arc" of purple light with two fingers, and took half a step forward.
"How is it possible? Where did you get the extra spiritual energy!?" Qiu Shenji was shocked as he didn't know the cause and effect.
He stared and shook his head, frantically pouring out his last spiritual energy to resist.
The "arc" on Ouyang Rong's fingertips was still three inches away from the center of the man's eyebrows, making it difficult to move even an inch.
"Haha, you are out of spirit, you are out of spirit again!"
Ouyang Rong turned a deaf ear.
The merit value returns to zero and the Dantian is empty.
The craftsmanship between the two fingers, the purple light is dim.
But the young county magistrate's eyes were dry and he murmured: "A mortal body is used to forge myths... But how do mortals forge myths, and what can mortals have?"
He suddenly raised his head, furious, and took a step forward as if he was desperate.
Just won't retreat.
Mortals also have a breath of "qi"!
Suddenly, the purple "arc" completely dimmed, but a red "arc" lit up.
A bright red "arc" appeared in front of him.
Ouyang Rong's face was as thick as a jujube, and the strong blood rushed to his head like a disease. A momentum of "a brave man draws his sword in anger to the stronger one" suddenly erupted as he took this step forward.
"Craftsman's work" sword sounds, and people jump with joy.
He felt it, and he understood everything. It turned out that what the old swordsmith left behind in the world was a tripod sword that could kill people without spiritual energy!
The craftsman is not only greedy for merit and virtue, he is also greedy for the "injustice" in the chests of all the energetic people in the world!
No matter he is a common man, a knight, a scholar, or anyone else, or even a person with a leaky body... As long as the Qi is strong, all the poor men in the world can get angry, sacrifice their blood and Qi, and use their mortal bodies to deliver a sword!
Ouyang Rong's blood rushed to his head. He ignored his mouth and nose, and his eyes slowly bleed. He said to himself: "Today I have a long tassel in my hand, when will I tie the blue dragon?"
Now, he has Han Shi's unique skill "Return to Come", and he also has the "craftsman's work" of the tripod sword that likes to eat unfair energy. From today on, he will tell all the Qi practitioners like Qiu Shenji in the world that his Han Shi
Wrath!
Ouyang Rong's eyes are bleeding, his eyes are far from tranquility, there is a trace of the anger of a poor man, and the world is determined, and he strides forward with "craftsmanship"!
"You...where are you so angry?!"
Qiu Shenji retreated step by step, and his "power" declined step by step as he retreated.
Ouyang Rong's "power" followed his strides forward, climbing higher step by step.
One goes down and the other goes up.
Some people are losing ground, while others are popular.
Finally, an "arc" was inserted inch by inch by Ouyang Rong's finger into the depths of Qiu Shenji's eyebrows. A great terror suddenly occupied his heart, and the man in sackcloth shook his head crazily:
"No, it's impossible...you are an ant, how is it possible...impossible!"
"Qiu Shenji, your way is nothing more than this. Now I can see clearly..." This time, it was the young county magistrate's turn to look down from above and calmly said: "This is my way."
Qiu Shenji stared and tilted his head, the "arc" mark on his forehead bloomed with dazzling sword light and vaporized it, and a piece of damaged linen clothes slowly fell to the floor.
The "craftsman's work" between Ouyang Rong's fingers slowly faded away. He wiped away the nosebleed, blood in his eyes, and blood in his mouth with the back of his hand. He raised his head and tried to open his eyes to see the blue sky clearly. Suddenly, he felt the white clouds above his head rotating, and there was a "bang", like a jade mountain falling.
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Among the ruins, Xie Lingjiang knelt down in a daze, and moved forward with his knees stupidly. He carefully picked up the senior brother, whose face was as white as paper and whose breathing was silky, into his arms:
"The sword holder... Ninth-grade slashing... Sixth-grade..."
He didn't leave first, he came to find her.
The woman burst into tears.
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