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The gray qi wave frantically impacted the golden shield, and the outer layer of the shield continued to fluctuate, and there was a feeling that it would shatter at any time.

Qian Ming looked at the word 'righteousness' looming on his right hand, his face changed, he knew that this was a sign that he couldn't stand it.

Looking at the five ghost kings constantly releasing the ghost wave palms, a trace of ruthlessness flashed on Qian Ming's face, and regardless of the fact that the shield was about to break, he raised his left hand, no longer maintaining the stability of the word 'righteousness', and the true qi of his whole body surged towards the word 'benevolence', which was the rhythm of losing both.

The word 'benevolence' was supported by Qian Ming's true qi, and the golden light burst into a huge character again, "Give it to me." Qian Ming snorted.

Without the support of Qian Ming's true qi, 'righteousness' turned into powder and drifted away in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Qian Ming couldn't support it, the ghost king was overjoyed in his heart and increased his strength again.

"." The Ghost King scolded.

It turned out that after the word 'righteousness' dissipated, the ghost king felt that the opportunity had come, but he didn't expect that the word 'benevolence' appeared and blocked Qian Ming's face.

"Break it for me." Qian Ming roared violently, a trace of blush flashed on his face, and his hands were bruised, he knew that blind defense was useless, so he directly fought against the ghost king.

The word 'benevolence' lived up to Qian Ming's expectations, and he looked at the ghost king like a bamboo.

"Hmph, it's not that easy." The ghost king saw that the ghost wave palm was a little unsupportable, and the five ghost kings instantly stood in a row, with their palms against the back of one of the clones in front.

"**Palm." Although the ghost king used the secret method to divide it into five, his own strength also became five, facing Qian Ming with all his strength. He didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly gathered the power of his five clones.

A gray palm print slowly appeared in front of the ghost king, and the ghost king pushed towards the word 'benevolence' in the golden light with a stern expression.

After the two huge forces converged, they confronted each other, constantly consuming each other's strength.

"Give me violence." Qian Ming saw that the word 'benevolence' dimmed, and he looked a little unsupportable, after all, he had consumed a lot of strength to break the ghost wave palm before, and hurriedly controlled the word 'benevolence' to burst out.

'Boom'

A loud roar passed, leaving behind a mess of land.

Qian Ming gasped slightly, indicating that he had just paid a lot of price for forcibly controlling the word zhì 'benevolence'.

'Sure enough, it's not a loss of old powerhouse. There really are two brushes. In the final analysis, it is still my own lack of heritage. Qian Ming looked at the calm and relaxed ghost king, and thought secretly in his heart.

But that's good, isn't it, there are challenges to make breakthroughs. Qian Ming's eyes showed war intent, and his eyes shimmered at the ghost king. My heart is full of fighting spirit.

I don't know where this boy came from. It's not an option to drag it out like this. I'm going to do my best to open up the situation. The Ghost King squinted at Qian Ming, he basically had no impression of Qian Ming, the spies of the Black Alliance were mainly all over the family forces. I didn't collect much information on the retreat.

The two of them had different thoughts, and the energy and true qi gushing out of their bodies told others that they were going to go all out.

A beautiful Confucian costume slowly appeared outside Qian Ming's body, and the Confucian costume formed by True Qi seemed to have taken off the scope of energy and became soft and delicate, and it looked like it was really as textured as a piece of clothing from a distance.

The Ghost King, on the other hand, appeared again with a layer of gray mist enveloping his body, leaving only his palms and head.

On the one hand, it is elegant and indifferent, and on the other hand, it is evil and impermanent.

"The way of a sage, Confucius said." Qian Ming finally took out his housekeeping skills, the way of a sage.

An image of Qian Ming that seemed to have been enlarged countless times appeared behind him, if Lin Xiao could see it, he could see the changes in Qian Ming's way of sage, in the late congenital stage, the image of the sage that appeared behind him was still an old man, who seemed to have clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a fluttering white beard.

But the statue of the saint behind Qian Ming is completely a copy of himself, which also shows in disguise that Qian Ming has stepped out of the shadow of his predecessors and is moving towards his own path.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost." The ghost king glanced at Qian Ming with jealousy, and said unconvincedly.

Naturally, after Qian Ming's statue of a saint came out, a sense of crisis flashed in the ghost king's heart, feeling a sense of crisis, a young face flashed in the ghost king's mind, it was Lin Xiao who brought him a sense of crisis before, and after a short time, another seemingly young guy brought him the same feeling, which made him feel irritable in his heart.

Qian Ming didn't care what the ghost king was thinking, his hands were spread out, his expression was pious, a golden light flashed, and a book was condensed in Qian Ming's hand.

This is the book of saints condensed by true qi, and it is also the essence of Qian Ming's martial arts.

"Zi said: People with lofty ideals are benevolent, there is no survival to harm benevolence, there is killing to become benevolent." Qian Ming spit out clear words one by one, and each word turned into a large font and appeared in the book of saints, gathering for a long time without parting.

"What the hell?" The ghost king didn't understand it a little, he felt that Qian Ming was brushing tricks, and Qian Ming's posture seemed to be very gorgeous, but the ghost king had a feeling that he could break Qian Ming's pretending to be a ghost with a poke.

"Twilight." The ghost king spat out two words from his mouth, and the thick mist-like gas on his body seemed to be stimulated, rolling wildly and spreading outward.

"Ah, what the hell, I can't see it." A lot of scattered cultivators were instantly enveloped in it, and exclaimed.

"Everyone, calm down, this is our Wang Zaiwei." This is the voice of the people in the Black Alliance.

The Ghost King's range this time was very large, enveloping a huge place with a radius of about 100 meters, and he could see from the gray fog that was dispersed by Qian Ming before that a small area of gray fog was useless to Qian Ming at all.

Without the cover of the gray mist, the combat power of the ghost king is at least twenty percent less, and only the ghost king in the gray mist will be called the ghost king.

"Boy, I see how you can dispel my gray fog this time." The voice of the Ghost King echoed in the gray mist again, heading towards Qian Ming.

Qian Ming was unmoved, and continued to sing: "Zi said: The gentleman is ashamed of his words and deeds. ”

Zi said: The gentleman is righteous and qualified, the etiquette is practiced, the grandson is out, and the faith is successful. Gentleman! ”

"Zi said: The gentleman asks for himself, and the villain asks for others."

Seeing that Qian Ming ignored himself and was still singing something that he didn't know what to say, the ghost king was furious.

"Boy, this is what you brought on yourself, don't blame Grandpa for being merciless when you go to hell." The ghost king's gloomy voice echoed in the gray mist.

On Qian Ming's Book of Sages, a line of handwriting that he had sung before appeared in the blank space.

"Ghost Dragon Strike." The ghost king hid in the shadows, and the gray mist formed a western dragon, roaring angrily in the sky, flapping his wings and flying towards Qian Ming.

The sound of 'click' and 'click' came, and before the ghost king's ghost dragon strike hit Qian Ming, a line on the book of saints automatically appeared, turning into a golden light and defeating the ghost dragon strike with lightning speed. (To be continued......)