The magic sword counterattacked, Ling Chong was certainly taken aback, and the power of ten percent in the Taixuan Sword Technique plummeted to fifty percent, and only then was Xiao Er seized the opportunity and escaped safely. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Otherwise, Xiao Er has not yet practiced the true method of the stars, and when he encounters such a fierce killing sword as the thirty-six swords of Taixuan, he must give the first sword.

The restlessness of the Blood Spirit Sword became more and more intense, and Ling Chong gradually couldn't hold it anymore, so he could only try his best to infuse the dantian Taixuan True Qi into the sword body and suppress the demonic thoughts in it. Only then did I know why this sword could be the treasure of the Blood River Sect, and when this sword was cast, it must have devoured the flesh and soul of endless creatures, refining it into one of the mysterious demon thoughts, but it suffered a heavy blow back then and fell silent.

Now that the blood sword is re-glorious, it is especially attracted by Xiao Er's demonic energy, and the demonic thoughts in it are rioting, wanting to get rid of Ling Chong's control. Ling Chong didn't care about chasing and killing Xiao Er, he had to do his best to suppress the magic sword first. If it escapes, the bloodthirsty spirit will attack, and I don't know how many people in Jinling City will be reduced to blood food.

Taixuan's true qi is extremely heavy, such as the qi of Gengjin, sharp and exquisite, which has its own artistic conception of arrogant heaven and earth and turning all things into powder, which can just restrain the blood spirit demonic thoughts, and with the injection of true qi, the demonic thoughts in the blood spirit sword are becoming more and more weakened. But a cold aura arose from the sword to confront Taixuan's true qi.

The two true qi, one yin and one yang, restrained each other, one was indifferent and slaughtered, the other was cold and vicious, and as soon as they intersected, they fought fiercely. Ling Chong secretly complained, Taixuan True Qi was obtained by his hard work, it was the authentic Xuanmen, and naturally belonged to the pure Yang Qi, and the breath contained in the Blood Spirit Sword was naturally the Xuanyin Qi. The two true qi fight each other, and under the advantages of one and the other, both of them are invisible.

Ling Chong secretly complained, that Taixuan True Qi he had worked hard to cultivate, but was offset by the Xuanyin Qi in the sword, and many years of hard work were ruined, and once the True Qi was lost, the power of the sword technique would be greatly reduced, and if he saw Xiao Er again in the future, how could he stop him? At this time, he became a tiger, and he could only do his best to suppress the magic sword.

But no matter how he infused, there was always a Xuanyin qi in the Blood Spirit Sword, endless, like a thread, thinking about it, this sword has been refined by the masters of the Blood River Sect for generations, and the Xuanyin demonic qi contained in the sword can be described as surging like a sea, although it has been hit hard, especially Ling Chong, a little mortal, can resist?

One point, two points, until nine points, seeing that the Taixuan True Qi in the dantian was about to be exhausted, Ling Chong thought to himself a little: "If the Taixuan True Qi is exhausted, I'm afraid that this magic sword will devour my flesh and blood, right?"

Ten percent of the Taixuan True Qi in his dantian was finally exhausted, but the Xuanyin Qi was still endless, coming from the hilt of the sword, following the meridians around his body to the place where the viscera dantian was approaching. At this moment, a mystical thought suddenly appeared in Ling Chong's Heavenly Spirit, and he suddenly plunged into the Blood Spirit Sword.

This idea was plain and bland, but it gave birth to the supreme sword intent, there seemed to be a burst of sword sound in his ears, and there seemed to be a roar of pain from the blood spirit sword, and the Xuanyin qi retreated like a tide, and all of them disappeared into the sword.

Ling Chong came back to his senses, his whole body was wet with sweat, his legs were weak, and he suddenly knelt on the ground. Fang Cai's thought was left by Ye Xiangtian that day, and it had been stored in the Heavenly Spirit, in order to help Ling Chong suppress the demonic thought of the Blood Spirit Sword and prevent it from returning to evil.

While Ling Chong was gasping, a peaceful voice in his ear said: "This blood spirit sword sword spirit awakened, and I suppressed it with the Taixuan Sword Intent, but it can't cure the root cause, five days later, you go to Lingjiang Jiangyan to find me, and I will help you subdue this sword to avoid being counterattacked." Knowing that Ye Xiangtian sensed his own sword intent to activate, and passed on the plan in a very distant place, Ling Chong felt admiration, and looked at the sky to thank him.

The Taixuan True Qi was exhausted, and the dantian was already ten rooms and nine emptiness, at this moment, Ling Chong suddenly sighed, only to feel that a stream of air was like a wisp, between warm and cool, flowing in the meridians of his palm, if it was said that the Taixuan True Qi he had cultivated before was an ocean of oceans, then this air flow was a gurgling stream, and it was still being lost.

The reason why Ling Chong was surprised was that he found that this air flow was different from the fierce and domineering Taixuan True Qi, nor was it the ruthless and vicious Yin of the Blood Spirit Xuanyin Qi, but it seemed to be neutral and peaceful, rushing into Yin and Yang, and it seemed that it could be transformed into two different True Qi, pure Yang and Xuanyin, and even the four images and five elements could be transformed.

"What kind of true qi is this?" Ling Chong flashed a trace of doubt in his heart, and then a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, thinking of what he said in the Tao Te Ching when he was a child: "All things are negative yin and yang, and they are impulsive and think they are harmonious." "This "Tao Te Ching" is neither a secret book of fists and swords, nor a secret of the Tao, telling the truth of the way of heaven and earth, mysterious and mysterious, the people of the past dynasties are like the carp crossing the river, but they are just scratching the itch of the boots.

"Impulsive, Yin and Yang Essence also! Now I have picked up something good!" Ling Chong was extremely clever, and in an instant, he knew that this wisp of True Qi must be derived from the interplay of Fang Cai's Taixuan True Qi and Xuanyin True Qi, and it has both yin and yang natures, which can be called a mixed element!

After a while, he found that the amount of this impulse was extremely rare, and it was constantly dissipated, still turning into yin and yang, and then dissipating without a trace, no matter what method was used, it could not be retained for a long time.

With a move in his mind, he left that wisp of impulsive qi in the dantian, and gave birth to the Taixuan True Qi in accordance with the Taixuan Secret Method, and then went to hook the Xuanyin Qi in the Blood Spirit Sword. The Taixuan True Qi in the dantian was born with the extinction, and it fought against the Xuanyin True Qi, and sure enough, it consumed about two percent before another wisp of impulse was born.

Ling Chong had already prepared, and introduced it into the dantian, which was combined with the previous impulsive qi, and the two true qi were one, much stronger than before, but compared with the Taixuan true qi, it was still a drop in the ocean. Ling Chong worked hard to refine until the dawn of the day, but he only refined into four impulses, condensed into one, and hibernated in the dantian, although he still escaped, it was better than before.

Ling Chong ran several times, but the impulse lazily ignored it, his dantian was empty, and it took too much effort to cultivate the impulse, so he had to still cultivate the Taixuan true qi, and after another hour, the dantian true qi had recovered thirty percent, and there was still something important to do, so he didn't dare to delay, regardless of the seriously injured body, he slowly walked out of the city and went straight to the Bixia Temple in Bixia Mountain.

The old lady and the dynasty are still in Bixia Temple, although Xiao Er was severely injured last night, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not make a desperate bet and enter the Ling Mansion. Ling Chong already had an idea in his heart: "The three angry monks look like a character who doesn't eat oil and salt, but that Bixia monk is stationed in Xibixia Mountain all the year round, and my Ling family worships thousands of taels of sesame oil every year, and now that he is in trouble, he is embarrassed not to reach out to help." ”

Mrs. Ling firmly believes in Buddhism, and every fifteenth day of the new year, regardless of the bumps in the road, she goes to Bixia Temple to make incense, and every time she has to give alms and belongings, and there are thousands of taels of silver in a year. At this time, the Ming Dynasty has been peaceful for a long time, the people are abundant, and the prices are extremely low. One tael of silver is enough to buy a good banquet on the table, and thousands of taels of silver are not a small amount.

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