The atmosphere on the field was quiet at first, and then suddenly chaotic.

The sword hangs in the air.

The little girl with a thin gauze face holding the moonlight sword in her hand, holding Wei Shaoxuan hostage, and standing directly below the Ding sword together.

Xie Lingjiang's face was anxious, and when the words came out, Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Shenji's faces changed slightly.

"This ...... What is it? ”

Li'er raised his head and frowned, staring at this "arc", and his little face looked slightly dumbfounded: "What tricks are you playing?" Don't move! ”

Sen Leng's sword blade was close, and the gray moonlight emitted frightened Wei Shaoxuan with both hands raised and dodged backwards.

"It has nothing to do with me, cousin Bao'er calm down!" Wei Shaoxuan looked innocent, and said to Qiu Shenji in the distance: "Father-in-law, don't mess around. ”

Qiu Shenji comprehended, nodded in agreement, and counted silently in his heart.

In order to stabilize the wrapper, he sincerely spread his hands and opened his arms: "It has nothing to do with me, you listen to me......"

"Don't listen to their nonsense, you're stalling for time!" Xie Lingjiang said eagerly: "You go quickly, Bao'er!" ”

Li'er's eyes were suspicious, Wei Shaoxuan squinted at her face, and quietly lowered his hands.

Li'er turned his head vigilantly, "Hands up, don't move!" Silver teeth gritted, and the long sword in her hand was close to Wei Shaoxuan's neck again, but Oh, the little girl only felt a shock from the tiger's mouth, and there was a deafening sound of "Zheng", and the three-foot Qingfeng flew out, reversed in the air, and the reflected sword light in the sunlight stinged the eyes of several people.

An "arc" appeared in front of Wei Shaoxuan and Li'er, shaking the moonlight sword.

"Father, save me!"

Wei Shaoxuan ran towards Qiu Shenji, took off his hand from the long sword, pursed his lips fiercely, and pulled out a letter sword from his sleeve, stabbing Wei Shaoxuan in the back.

The latter fell in fright, seeing that the tip of the letter sword was about to sink into his heart.

In an instant, a violent wind swept in.

The tip of this sword is difficult to enter.

Qiu Shenji's figure appeared between Wei Shaoxuan and Libao'er, and his two fingers were erected, like iron tongs, clamping the sword body.

Li'er exclaimed in surprise, grasped the handle with both hands, and stabbed forward hard, and the blade of the letter sword bent.

The two fingers of the sackcloth man holding the tip of the sword still did not move.

"Ling ......" Li'er's face was desperate, trembling and letting go, and taking a step back.

Qiu Shenji's expression was indifferent, and he turned his two fingers into a sword, turning into a sword finger, and poked straight into the center of Bao'er's eyebrows.

"Father-in-law... The righteous father is alive! ”

Wei Shaoxuan got up on the ground, turned to the back of the Qiu Shenji in front of him, and shouted anxiously: "My father and I need to use her!" The tone was excited.

Qiu Shenji frowned slightly, but at this time, he felt that a certain Xie woman in the scripture copying hall behind him had already put away the vermilion purple talisman and rushed towards him, he didn't have time to think about it, he changed his poke to wave, his two fingers were slightly bent, and he flicked the letter sword, "Cheng"! The dagger spiraled in the air, and the back of the sword struck the little girl's white forehead with precision.

With an "ah" from Bao'er, the delicate body and the short sword flew out several meters together, vomiting blood and dizzy.

The man in sackcloth didn't look at it, he turned around quickly, and a gust of wind had already swept out of the hall behind him, rushing towards Wei Shaoxuan.

In the breeze, there is a faint purple thunder hidden, and the momentum is as vast as the destruction of withering and decaying.

The square in front of the palace is full of wind and thunder.

It can be said that it was too late and that it was fast, and before he could see Qiu Shenji's movements clearly, he had already dodged in front of Wei Shaoxuan, and shouted, "Look for death!" The man in sackcloth is like a god of war, charging his fist to meet the "wind and thunder".

But they didn't expect that Xie Lingjiang and Zhu Zi Thunder had not arrived, they circled the two of them and rushed to the seriously injured Libao'er, and a much dull Zhu Zi Fu was thrown again, entangled and converging the two daughters, spinning in the air, and extending a hazy cloud again.

"Rokuro, don't move."

"Okay."

With no worries for the time being, Qiu Shenji stepped forward: "Give me a chance not to leave, come back to save people, and look for death!" ”

Bang - bang - bang——! The six-rank martial artist was like a reckless beast, and his fists frantically bombarded the thunder pool.

"Ten breaths...... 11. ...... Twelve Breath ......"

"What did you say?"

Xie Lingjiang frowned, and found that the eyes in his arms were closed, and he muttered to the red lips, as if he was counting down something.

But the man in sackcloth who was full of evil outside didn't give her a chance to hear clearly.

"Found it!"

Qiu Shenji sneered, the shadow of his fist was like an illusion, and suddenly stopped, and his two hands worked together to tear open the misty thunder curtain in front of him, and stretched out two fingers, like a woman's embroidery thread, delicately twisting the air in the air.

In the thunder pool, there seemed to be a thread, which was twisted by his two fingers and slowly pulled out.

The vermilion purple talisman that was originally flying in the thunder pool suddenly stood still in the air, and Xie Lingjiang covered his mouth and forcibly endured a mouthful of throat blood, but the only remaining aura in the dantian was uncontrollably withdrawn by the "square inch thunder pool".

On the vermilion purple talisman, the red light bloomed, and the clouds and mist in the entire thunder pool suddenly became so thick that it was milky white, and the thunder and electric snake were extremely intense, as if they were returning to the light, and the thunder pool would consume its power in one go.

Take the heavenly way of prosperity and decline.

The pure martial artist-like man in linen has such a delicate technique of the Yin and Yang family, but it is not unusual if it is linked to his identity as a veteran five-grade "soldier Yin and Yang family".

Lei Chi lost control, released his power in disorder, and Qiu Shenji moved back to wait, calm and steady, not giving the opponent any chance.

however

Someone is calmer and steadier than him.

An "arc", I don't know when, returned to the sky above the square.

Qiu Shenji and Xie Lingjiang, who had just rushed over from the main hall one after another, all faintly fell within the scope of its sword light.

At this moment, the "craftsman" above the head began to change color, and a purple mist appeared from the void, curling around the "arc" body, and its sky-like blue gradually faded, replaced by the purple and black inches of the deep sea.

In the end, it turned into an "arc" of cold purple and hung high above the heads of all beings.

Mysterious and terrifying.

This strange movement naturally caused Qiu Shenji and Xie Lingjiang to raise their heads one after another, and they were all stunned.

Xie Ling Jiang Qiao's face showed a look of loss, and Qiu Shenji frowned slightly:

"Liulang, what is your Dingjian?"

"Father-in-law, get out of the way, and leave it to me." Wei Shaoxuan said calmly.

"Good! Let Rokuro finish it. ”

Qiu Shenji readily agreed, dodged sideways, and let go of the "Fangcun Thunder Pool" that was about to be extinguished, and the second daughter among them.

For some reason, facing death at this moment, Xie Lingjiang was surprisingly calm, looked down at his feet, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind:

Was he already waiting for her? Wouldn't he be younger than him in the next life, and he would be bullied by him as a little junior sister?

"You don't know how to wait for me, always walk in the front, leave us behind......"

Xie Ling Jiang smiled sadly, his smile was happy and bitter.

In the next moment, the figure of a man in sackcloth flew upside down and crashed into the square inch thunder pool.

Rumble——!

Xie Lingjiang looked back in a daze and frowned.

At the moment, Yu Wei of the Vermilion Purple Fu is still there, but Qiu Shenji seems to be active, dodging the flow of fart, catapulting and retreating, crashing into this thunder pool, Wan Jun Thunder is full, and it is scorched and tender.

She took a closer look, and found that there was a cold purple "arc" line, which shot straight towards the door of the stiff smile of the man in Mai, which frightened him into a big rage, and retreated backwards to dodge at the speed of a six-rank "weapon master", in order to gain a moment of room for his body to move, even if he was deep in the square inch 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 side, and there was a slender index finger under his long sleeves, hooking a bronze mask.

He walked towards her.

"Senior brother......" Xie Lingjiang's expression was wonderful, some were stunned, some were excited, and some were puzzled.

"Crackling ——!" Qiu Shenji, who was blackened by Zhu Zi's thunder, was the same, looking at the familiar young man who was calmly walking in front of him instead of Wei Shaoxuan with disbelief in his eyes.

Ouyang Rong didn't say a word, the merit value in the merit tower decreased rapidly, and the purple mist of the blessing bell poured into the "craftsman" of the Ding Sword.

Qiu Shenji was forced into the "square inch thunder pool" by the cold purple "arc" in front of him, and was bombarded by thunder.

"Craftsman" was suspended a foot in front of him, and a man and a sword seemed to be stationary.

However, Xie Lingjiang, who was closest to him, keenly noticed that Qiu Shenji made a posture with his hands folded and his palms facing outward, and the qi in his hands and souls was gushing outward, in an attempt to build a protective true qi barrier against foreign objects.

But the true qi barrier that was as hard as a golden stone, in this cold purple "arc", was cut by a silver fork like hot cheese, and easily went straight into it with a single knife, breaking through most of it, wanting to split him in two.

Qiu Shenji had no choice but to ask for money, and frantically poured out spiritual energy, replenishing the positive body protection true qi, and blocking the unstoppable advance of Ding Jian.

Fortunately, Qiu Shenji's once five-grade dantian, the aura is unfathomable, extremely rich, and the protective true qi barrier built with all his strength is faintly in a state of parity with the cutting trend of the "arc".

"Where's Rokuro, what did you do with Rokuro?" He looked around in embarrassment, and asked gloomily and angrily.

Xie Lingjiang looked at the bronze mask on Ouyang Rong's hand, and then at the unconscious Libao'er, and stopped talking.

Ouyang Rong walked past her without squinting, alone, stepping into the thunder pool, he raised two fingers, clamped a cold purple "arc", made a sword finger, and poked Qiu Shenji's eyebrows.

Inch by inch.

"Vertical son dare!" Qiu Shenji shouted violently, and his whole body surged out of his surging aura, resisting the sword of the person in front of him.

One side urged the purple mist and used the Ding sword as a spear.

One side is surging with spiritual energy, using true qi as a shield.

The two sides fell into the consumption competition of aura and purple mist.

Whoever lets go, dies.

For a time, there was a stalemate.

Ouyang Rong's injured body was crumbling, and the more than 11,000 merits in the merit tower were rapidly consumed.

He frowned slightly, this Qiu Divine Skill was even more tricky than he had imagined.

And this evenly matched scene made Qiu Shenji's eyes look at Ouyang Rong full of incredulity.

Don't forget, he's a six-pin! Even because of the falling quality, it is stronger than the ordinary six products, and this child only has nine products!

How can it be?

Even if he used the Han Shi Cloth Sword for more than ten breaths, how could he have so much surging aura to support it?

But the facts are right in front of you.

This brand-new Ding sword, I don't know what kind of miraculous power I have obtained.

Ouyang Rong was silent and glanced at the hazy clouds around him.

Lei Chi didn't hurt him, but after the cloud mist touched him, he jumped to absorb the merit purple mist.

It seems that the purple mist is not only a "craftsman" edible thing, but also seems to be able to be used by the "Fangcun Thunder Pool" of Taiqing Peerless Learning? Doesn't that mean that he can cross the threshold of Taiqing Sect's exercises?

I didn't have time to think about this, at this moment, absorbing the purple mist, in the thunder pool, there was a pure vermilion purple thunder slowly brewing - the real "square inch thunder pool".

It seemed to come from the hands of an orthodox Taiqing Taoist, and it was very different from Xie Lingjiang's passive defense just now.

Qiu Shenji was completely trapped in the thunder pool.

But this wave of additional purple mist consumption also stretched Ouyang Rong's accumulated merit points.

This was something he hadn't expected before, he just wanted to go straight in with a single knife and make a quick decision, but now he found that it was easy for the cloth sword to lock on to Qiu Shenji, but the dantian aura was not pure enough, and the speed of the Ding Sword was not fast enough, so he could only barely catch up behind Qiu Shen's fuselage.

Right now, there is a thunder pool trapping him, but it is also crooked.

Ouyang Rong weighed the pros and cons, and took out a total of two thousand merits worth of purple mist and threw them into the thunder pool.

Xie Ling Jiang wanted to help, but was blocked by Lei Chi, and Qiu Shenji's true qi barrier, the Ding Sword could be broken, but she couldn't break it, the two were deadlocked, and it was useless for her to get close.

On this side, Xie Ling Jiang was anxious, and on the other side, Ouyang Rong's face gradually turned pale, pouring out the nine thousand merits of the Ding Sword, and he was about to see the bottom.

"You don't have any aura!" Qiu Shenji suddenly said firmly, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and the panic in his eyes was replaced by a cruel smile: "Mole ants are ants after all, now, look at me." ”

The two percent of the aura that the dantian has always reserved is no longer hidden, and it gushes out.

The man in sackcloth took a step forward, and the young county commander took a step back, staggering.

At this time, Ouyang Rong suddenly glanced down at the broken jade ring hanging from his waist, and asked Xie Ling Jiang quickly, "What is Uncle Chen's full name?" ”

"Chen Qingyi."

The young county magistrate who had instructed Xiufa to send the roster of hospitality in the scripture copying hall to the county government sighed and closed his eyes: "Go and split the big Buddha in the scripture copying hall." ”

Qiu Shenji was puzzled, Xie Ling Jiang was stunned, turned around and rushed into the scripture copying hall, jumping lightly.

Whoa——! Boom——!

The sword light flashed, and the big Buddha split into two.

A rotting Rushan corpse fell from the statue of Cimei Buddha, and the rotting corpse touched the air, and a certain part exploded with a "bang".

The strange sound in the Buddha hall turned out to be a corpse explosion.

"Uncle Chen!" Xie Lingjiang exclaimed.

"What if I did it, what can I do?" Qiu Shenji's expression was distorted, and he deliberately stabbed: "Two wastes!" When he was tortured and killed, he still knelt on the ground and begged for mercy hahahaha. ”

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and ignored it, and there was a crisp sound of wooden fish in his ears.

Gain merit by another thousand.

A thousand merits are turned into purple mist and injected into "craftsmanship".

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes, twisted the "arc" of purple light with two fingers, and took half a step forward.

"How is it possible, where did you get the extra aura!?" Qiu Shenji didn't know the cause and effect, and he was shocked.

He glared and shook his head, frantically pouring out the last of his aura to resist.

The "arc" of Ouyang Rong's fingertips is still three inches away from the center of the man's eyebrows, and it is difficult to move an inch.

"Haha, you have no aura, you have no aura again!"

Ouyang Rong turned a deaf ear.

The merit value is zero, and the dantian is empty.

The craftsmanship between the two fingers, the purple light is dim.

But the young county commander's eyes were dull, and he murmured: "The body of a mortal, casting a myth...... But how can mortals forge myths, and what can mortals have? ”

He suddenly raised his head, furious, and took a step forward.

Just don't go back.

Mortals also have a breath of "breath"!

Suddenly, the purple "arc" was completely dimmed, but a red "arc" lit up.

A bright red "arc" appeared in front of him.

Ouyang Rong's face was like a heavy jujube, and his vigorous blood and qi surged up like a sickness, and a momentum of "the brave angrily drew his sword to the stronger" erupted with this step he took forward.

The "craftsman" sword roared, and he was happy.

He felt it, he understood it all, it turned out that what the old swordsmith left behind in the world was a Ding sword that could kill people without aura!

The craftsman is not only greedy for the purple mist of merit, but also greedy for the "injustice" in the chest of all the vigorous people in the world!

Whether it's a horseman, or a knight, or a scholar, or anyone else, or even a leaky body...... The cold warriors of the world, as long as they are vigorous, can rush to the crown in anger, sacrifice blood, and hand out a sword with the body of a mortal!

Ouyang Rong was full of blood, ignoring the slow bleeding of his mouth, nose, and purpose, and muttered to himself: "Today, the long tassel is in your hand, when will you tie up Canglong?" ”

Now, he has the Han Shi mastery of "returning to the future", and he has the Ding Sword "Craftsman" who likes to eat and eat, so from today on, tell all the Qi practitioners in the world who are like Qiu Shenji, his Han Shi's anger!

Ouyang Rong's seven orifices were bleeding, his eyes were out of silence, hiding a touch of cold anger, the firmness of the world's vegetarian, and striding forward with "craftsmanship"!

"You...... Where did you get your anger?! ”

Qiu Shenji regressed step by step, and his "momentum" was accompanied by retreat, declining step by step.

Ouyang Rong's "momentum" followed closely and made great strides, ascending step by step.

One trades off the other.

Some people are losing and retreating, and some people are angry.

Finally, an "arc" was passed inch by Ouyang Rong's fingers into the depths of Qiu Shenji's eyebrows, and a great terror suddenly occupied his heart, and the man in sackcloth shook his head frantically:

"No, it can't be...... You are an ant, how can you ...... No way! ”

"Qiu Shenji, your Dao is nothing more than that, now see ...... clearly" This time, it was the turn of the young county commander to look condescendingly and say calmly: "This is my Dao." ”

Qiu Shenji tilted his head, and the "arc" marks on his forehead bloomed with dazzling sword light to vaporize it, and a damaged linen robe slowly floated to the floor.

Ouyang Rong's fingers slowly disappeared, he wiped the nosebleeds, eye blood, and mouth blood with the back of his hand, raised his head and tried to open his eyes to see the blue sky, and suddenly felt that the white clouds above his head were spinning, and there was a "bang", like a jade mountain toppling.

Among the ruins, Xie Ling Jiang knelt on the ground in a daze, walked forward on his stupid knees, and carefully picked up the senior brother with a face like white paper and a snorting gossamer into his arms:

"Sword Bearer...... Jiupin Chop... Six products ......"

He didn't go first, he came to her.

The woman burst into tears.

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