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Chapter 255
The atmosphere on the field was quiet at first, and then suddenly chaotic.

The tripod sword hangs in the air.

The little girl who covered her face with a tulle held the Moonlight Sword in her hand, held Wei Shaoxuan hostage, and stood directly under the tripod sword together.

Xie Lingjiang looked anxious, and the words came out, Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Shenji's expressions changed slightly.

"This... what is this?"

Li Bao'er raised his head and frowned, staring at this "arc", his small face was slightly dumbfounded: "What kind of tricks are you playing? Don't move!"

Sen Leng's sword approached close, and the gray moonlight radiated scared Wei Shaoxuan, raising his hands high and leaning back to dodge.

"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, don't mess around."

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

In order to hold Li Bao'er, he sincerely spread his hands and embraced: "It has nothing to do with me, listen to me..."

"Don't listen to their nonsense, they're just wasting time!" Xie Lingjiang said eagerly, "Hurry up, Bao'er!"

Li Bao'er's eyes were clear and suspicious, Wei Shaoxuan glanced sideways at her face, and put his hands down quietly.

Li Bao'er turned her head vigilantly, "Hand up, don't move!" Silver teeth gritted, and the long sword in her hand was once again threatening Wei Shaoxuan's neck, but in a moment, the little girl felt a shock from the tiger's mouth, and there was a "clang" There was a deafening sound, the three-foot green blade flew out, reversed in the air, and the reflection of the sword light under the sunlight hurt the eyes of several people.

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

"Father, save me!"

Wei Shaoxuan ran towards Qiu Shenji, Li Bao'er let go of his long sword, pursed his lips vigorously, pulled out a letter sword from his sleeve, and stabbed Wei Shaoxuan straight into Wei Shaoxuan's back.

The latter was so frightened that he fell down, seeing that the tip of the letter sword was about to sink into his back.

In an instant, a gust of wind swept over.

No matter how hard it is to get an inch from the tip of this sword.

Qiu Shenji's figure appeared between Wei Shaoxuan and Li Bao'er, with two fingers raised up, like iron tongs, clamping the sword.

Li Bao'er exclaimed, holding the handle with both hands, thrusting forward forcefully, the blade of Xinjian bent.

The two fingers of the man in sackcloth clamped the tip of the sword, still motionless.

"You..." Li Bao'er looked desperate, let go tremblingly, and took a step back.

Qiu Shenji's expression was indifferent, and he swung the sword with two fingers, turned into sword fingers, and poked Li Baoer's eyebrows.

"The adoptive father...the adoptive father kept alive!"

Wei Shaoxuan got up on the ground, looked at Qiu Shenji in front of him, and shouted anxiously: "My father and I need her!" in an excited tone.

Qiu Shenji frowned slightly, but at this moment, he felt that a woman from the Xie family behind him in the scripture-copying hall had put away the red and purple talisman and rushed towards him with red eyes. "Cheng" sound!The short sword spiraled in the air, and the back of the sword precisely slapped the little girl's white forehead.

Li Bao'er let out an "ah", and her delicate body and dagger flew several meters away, vomiting blood and becoming dizzy.

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

In the breeze, there are faintly hidden purple thunderbolts, which are as huge as destructive.

In the square in front of the hall, there were gusts of wind and thunder.

It can be said that it was too late and then too fast, before he could see Qiu Shenji's movements clearly, he had already dodged to block Wei Shaoxuan, and shouted, "I want to die!" .

However, it never occurred to him that Xie Lingjiang and Zhu Zi hadn't arrived before the thunderbolt arrived. They circled around the two of them and rushed towards Li Bao'er, who was lying on the ground and was seriously injured. Spinning, stretching out a foot of hazy cloud again.

"Liulang, don't move."

"it is good."

With no worries for the time being, Qiu Shenji stepped forward and said, "Give me a chance, don't leave, come back to save people, and seek death!"

Bang-boom-boom-!The sixth-rank martial artist is like a wild monster, bombarding the thunder pool with his fists crazily.

"Ten breaths... eleven breaths... twelve breaths..."

"What did you say?"

Xie Lingjiang frowned, and found Li Bao'er with closed eyes in his arms, whispering with vermilion lips, as if counting down something.

But the man in sackcloth who was full of evil spirit outside did not give her a chance to hear clearly.

"found it!"

Qiu Shenji sneered, the shadow of his fist was like an illusion, and he stopped suddenly. Together with his hands, he tore open the hazy thunder curtain in front of him, and then stretched out two fingers, like a woman drawing thread in embroidery, delicately pinching the air in the air.

In the thunder pond, there seemed to be thread ends, which were picked up by his two fingers and slowly pulled 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 from his throat, but the only spiritual energy left in the dantian was uncontrollably drawn away by the "square inch thunder pool".

On the red and purple talisman, red light bloomed, and the clouds and mist in the entire Thunder Pond suddenly became thick to milky white, and the thunder and lightning snakes were extremely fierce, as if they were returning to the light, and the Thunder Pond would consume all its power in one go.

Take the way of heaven that flourishes and declines.

A pure warrior-like man in sackcloth actually possesses the delicate techniques of such a yin and yang family, but if it is related to his status as a veteran fifth-rank "soldier yin and yang family", it is not surprising.

Lei Chi was out of control, releasing power in a disorderly manner, Qiu Shenji moved back three feet and waited, calm and steady, not giving the opponent any chance.

however,
Someone is calmer and steady than him.

An "arc", without knowing when, returned to the sky above the square.

Qiu Shenji and Xie Lingjiang, who had rushed over from the main hall just now, were faintly within the range of its sword light.

At this moment, the "craftsmanship" above the head began to change color, and a purple mist appeared from nothingness, curling around the "arc", its sky-like clear blue gradually faded, and was replaced inch by inch by deep sea-like purple and black.

In the end, it turned into a cold purple "arc", hanging above the heads of all living beings.

Mysterious and scary.

This strange movement naturally caused Qiu Shenji and Xie Lingjiang to raise their heads, and they were all stunned for a moment.

Xie Ling, Jiang Qiao's face revealed a look of disappointment, and Qiu Shenji frowned slightly:
"Liulang, is this your tripod sword?"

"Father step aside, leave it to me." Wei Shaoxuan said calmly.

"Okay! Let Liu Lang finish it."

Qiu Shenji readily agreed, and moved away sideways, letting go of the "Square Inch Thunder Pond" that was about to go out, and the two daughters in it.

For some reason, facing death at this moment, Xie Lingjiang felt surprisingly calm. He looked down at his feet, and a thought popped up in his mind:
Is he already waiting for her?Then in the next life, wouldn't she have to be younger than him, and be bullied by him as a junior junior sister?
"You don't know how to wait for me, you always walk in the front and leave us behind..."

Xie Lingjiang smiled sadly, his smile was both joyful and bitter.

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

Boom--!
Xie Lingjiang turned around in a daze, and frowned.

Right now the red and purple talisman is still there, but Qiu Shenji seems to take the initiative, dodging like hell, ejected and flew back, crashing into this thunder pool, Wanjun Thunderbolt was full, and was blasted to the core.

She took a closer look, and found that there was a cold purple "arc" line, shooting straight at the man in linen with a stiff smile, scaring him so much that he retreated and dodged at the speed of a sixth-rank "weapon master". Fight for a moment of room to move your body, even if you are caught in a square inch of thunder.

Xie Lingjiang pursed his mouth 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, protruding a bronze mask.

In this way, he walked towards her.

"Eldest senior brother..." Xie Lingjiang had a wonderful expression, some were stunned, some were excited, and some were also puzzled.

"Crackling—!" Qiu Shenji, whose skin was scorched black by Zhu Zilei's blast, did the same, looking in disbelief at the familiar young man who was walking calmly in place of Wei Shaoxuan.

Ouyang Rong didn't say a word, the merit value in the merit tower decreased rapidly, and the purple mist from the blessing bell poured into the tripod sword "craftsmanship".

Qiu Shenji was forced into the "Square Inch Thunder Pond" by the cold purple "arc" in front of him, and suffered a lot of thunder.

"Jiang Zuo" was suspended one zhang in front of him, each person and sword seemed to be still.

However, Xie Lingjiang, who was the nearest, keenly noticed that Qiu Shenji made a gesture of overlapping his hands with his palms facing outwards, and the energy in his hands and hearts surged out, trying to build a protective zhenqi barrier to resist foreign objects.

But the infuriating barrier as hard as gold and stone, in this "arc" of cold purple, was sliced ​​by a silver fork like hot cheese, and it was easy to go straight in with a single knife, breaking through most of it, trying to split him in two.

Qiu Shenji had no choice but to frantically gushe out aura to supplement the body-protecting true energy in front of him, blocking the unstoppable advance of the cauldron sword.

Fortunately, Qiu Shenji's dantian, which used to be at the fifth rank, had unfathomable aura and was extremely rich. The body-protecting zhenqi barrier built with all his strength, was indistinctly cutting off from the "arc", and became even.

"Where is Liulang, what did you do to Liulang?" He looked around in confusion and asked sullenly.

Xie Lingjiang looked at the bronze mask in Ouyang Rong's hand, then at the unconscious Li Bao'er, hesitant to speak.

Ouyang Rong walked past her without looking sideways, and stepped into the lightning pool alone. He raised two fingers, caught a cold purple "arc", made a sword finger, and poked Qiu Shenji's eyebrows.

Advance inch by inch.

"Zhu Zi'an dare!" Qiu Shenji yelled violently, surging spiritual energy from his whole body, resisting the sword strike of the person in front of him.

One party urged Ziwu to use the tripod sword as a spear.

One side surged with spiritual energy, using true energy as a shield.

The two sides fell into a consumption competition between spiritual energy and purple mist.

Whoever lets go, dies.

For a while, there was a stalemate.

Ouyang Rong's wounded body was crumbling, and the more than [-] merits in the merit tower were being consumed rapidly.

He frowned slightly, this Qiu Shenji was even trickier than he imagined.

And this evenly matched scene made Qiu Shenji look at Ouyang Rong with incredulity.

Don't forget, he is the sixth rank!Even because of the falling rank, it is stronger than the ordinary sixth rank, but this child is only ninth rank!
How can it be?

Even if he used the poor man's cloth sword for ten breaths, how could he have so much surging spiritual energy to support him?

But the facts are in front of you.

I don't know what kind of strange power this brand new cauldron sword has obtained.

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

Lei Chi didn't hurt him, but after Yunwu touched him, Ziwu happily absorbed merit.

It seems that Ziwu is not only a "craftsmanship" edible thing, but it seems that it can also be used by the "Square Inch Thunder Pond" of Taiqing's unique learning?Doesn't that mean that he can cross the threshold of Taiqingzong's practice?

It's too late to think about this, at this moment, in the pool of purple mist and thunder, there is a pure purple thunder slowly brewing - the real "square inch thunder pool".

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

Qiu Shenji was completely trapped in Thunder Pond.

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

This was something he hadn't expected before. Originally, he just wanted to go straight and make a quick decision, but now he found that it was easy to lock Qiu Shenji with the cloth sword, but the aura of the dantian was not pure enough, and the speed of the tripod sword was not fast enough, so he could barely catch up with Qiu. God behind the fuselage.

Right now, there is a thunder pond trapping him, but he is also hitting right.

Ouyang Rong weighed the pros and cons, and took out a total of [-] merits worth of purple mist and threw them into the mine pool.

Xie Lingjiang wanted to help, but was blocked by Lei Chi, and Qiu Shenji's zhenqi barrier could be pierced by the tripod sword, but she couldn't, the two of them were in a stalemate, and it was useless for her to approach.

On one side, Xie Lingjiang was anxious, on the other side, Ouyang Rong's face gradually turned pale, and the nine thousand merit points poured into the tripod sword were about to bottom out.

"You have no spiritual energy!" Qiu Shenji suddenly said firmly, the corners of his mouth curled up, the panic in his eyes was replaced by a cruel smile: "Ants are ants after all, now, look at me."

The [-]% spiritual energy that had been reserved in the dantian was no longer hidden, and gushed out.

The man in sackcloth took a step forward, and the young county magistrate took a step back, precariously.

At this time, Ouyang Rong suddenly looked down 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 roster of guests from the copying hall to the county government sighed and closed his eyes: "Go and split open the big Buddha in the copying hall."

Qiu Shenji was puzzled, Xie Lingjiang was taken aback, turned around and rushed into the scripture copying hall, leaping up lightly.

Wow--!Boom——!
The sword light flashed, and the Buddha was split into two.

A rotten corpse of Rushan fell from the Buddha statue of Compassionate Eyebrows. When the corpse touched the air, a certain part exploded with a "boom".

The strange noise from the Buddha Hall was actually a corpse explosion.

"Uncle Chen!" Xie Lingjiang exclaimed.

"So what if I did it, what can you do with me?" Qiu Shenji's expression twisted, and he deliberately stabbed: "Two pieces of trash! When killing him, he knelt down and begged for mercy hahahaha."

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and ignored him, the crisp sound of wooden fish could be heard in his ears.

Another thousand merits.

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

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes, grasped Ziguang Dasheng's "arc" with two fingers, and took half a step forward.

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

He stared and shook his head, frantically pouring out his last aura to resist.

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

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

Ouyang Rong ignored it.

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 dull, and he murmured: "The body of a mortal casts a myth... But how does a mortal cast a myth, and what can a mortal have?"

He raised his head suddenly, bristling with anger, and took a step forward desperately.

Just no refund.

Ordinary people 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 heavy as a jujube, and the exuberant blood energy rushed to his head sickly, and an aura of "the brave man draws his sword to the stronger man in anger" erupted with this step he took forward.

"Craftsmanship" Jianming, jumping for joy.

He felt it, and he understood it all. It turned out that what the old swordsmith left behind was a cauldron sword that could kill without aura!

The craftsman is not only greedy for Ziwu's merits, but also greedy for the "unconvincing breath" in the chest of all the vigorous people in the world!
It doesn't matter whether it's an ordinary man, a knight, a scholar, or anyone else, even a person with a leaky body... As long as the poor people in the world are full of energy, they can be furious, sacrifice their blood, and use a mortal body to hand out a sword!
Ouyang Rong was full of blood, ignoring his mouth, nose, and purpose, bleeding slowly, and said to himself: "With the long tassel in hand today, when will the Canglong be bound?"

Now, he has the unique knowledge of poor scholars "returning to come" and the "craftsmanship" of the tripod sword that likes to eat injustice, so from today on, he will tell all the Qi practitioners in the world who are like Qiu Shenji, his poor scholars wrath!
Ouyang Rong's seven orifices are bleeding, his eyes are far from the silence, there is a touch of the anger of the underprivileged, and the firmness of the world, he insists on "craftsmanship" and strides forward!
"You... Where did you get angry?!"

Qiu Shenji retreated step by step, his "momentum" declined step by step along with the retreat.

Ouyang Rong's "momentum" is closely followed by striding forward, climbing higher step by step.

This is a long time.

Some people are retreating steadily, while others are popular in Changhong.

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

"No, it's impossible...you're an ant, how could it be...impossible!"

"Qiu Shenji, your way is nothing more than that, now see clearly..." This time, it was the young county magistrate's turn to look condescendingly, and calmly said, "This is my way."

Qiu Shenji stared and tilted his head, the "arc" mark on his forehead burst into dazzling sword light to vaporize it, and a torn sackcloth slowly fell to the floor.

The "craftsmanship" between Ouyang Rong's fingers slowly disappeared. He wiped the blood from his nose, eyes, and mouth with force on the back of his hand. He raised his head and tried to open his eyes to see the blue sky. Suddenly, he felt white clouds swirling above his head, and there was a "bang", like a jade mountain falling .

Among the ruins, Xie Lingjiang knelt down in a daze, walked forward on his knees stupidly, and carefully picked up the elder brother with a face as white as paper and a breath of hair in his arms:

"Sword holder...Ninth Grade Slash...Sixth Grade..."

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

The woman burst into tears.

　Friends push a copy of "Undeserved Royal Beast"

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)