One side activates the purple mist and uses the tripod sword as the spear.

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

Both sides were trapped in the competition of consumption of spiritual energy and purple mist.

Whoever lets go will die.

For a moment, the stalemate was endless.

Ouyang Rong's wounded body was shaking, and more than 11,000 merits in the merit tower were consumed at an extremely fast speed.

He frowned slightly. This Qiu Shenji was even more difficult than he thought.

This evenly matched scene made Qiu Shenji look at Ouyang Rong with incredible expressions.

Don’t forget that he is a sixth-grade! He is even better than an ordinary sixth-grade due to the decline, and this one is only a ninth-grade!

How is that possible?

Even if he used a poor man to set up a sword for more than ten breaths, how could he have so much surging spiritual energy to support him?

But the facts are right in front of you.

I don’t know what kind of magical powers I have obtained from this brand new tripod sword.

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

The Leichi did not hurt him, but instead, after the clouds and mist touched him, they excitedly absorbed the merits of purple mist.

It seems that purple mist is not only a "craftsman" food that can be eaten, but also seems to be able to be used by Taiqing's unique skills. Doesn't that mean that it can cross the threshold of Taiqing's martial arts?

Before I could think about this, at this moment, I absorbed the purple mist and the thunder pool, there was a pure purple thunder slowly brewing - a real "square-inch thunder pool".

It seems to be from the orthodox Taoist priest of Taiqing, and is a world of difference from Xie Lingjiang's passive defense just now.

Qiu Shenji was completely trapped in the Thunder Pool.

However, this wave of extra purple mist consumption also made Ouyang Rong's accumulated merit value very difficult.

This was something he had not expected before. He originally wanted to go straight in with one sword and fight quickly, but now he found that it was easy to lock the Qi Shenji in the sword, but the spiritual energy in the Dantian was not pure enough, and the speed of the Cauldron sword was not fast enough, so he could only barely chase behind the Qi Shenji in the sword.

At the moment, a Lei Chi trapped him, but he was just in a mishap.

Ouyang Rong weighed the pros and cons, and drew a purple mist worth two thousand merits before and after, and threw it into the thunder pool.

Xie Lingjiang wanted to help, but was blocked by the Thunder Pool. Moreover, Qiu Shenji's true energy barrier could be broken, but she could not break it. The two of them were in a stalemate, and it was useless for her to get close.

On this side, Xie Lingjiang was anxious, on the other side, Ouyang Rong's face gradually paled, pouring the nine thousand merit values ​​of the Ding Sword, and it was about to come to an end.

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

The 20% of the spiritual energy that has been reserved in the Dantian is no longer hidden and gushes out.

The man in Mai took a step forward, and the young county magistrate took a step back, shaking.

At this time, Ouyang Rong suddenly looked down at the broken jade ring hanging around his waist, and asked Xie Lingjiang quickly: "What is the full name of Uncle Chen?"

"Chen Qingyi."

The young county magistrate who had ordered Xiufa to send the list of guests in the county government to the county government to send the roster of the scripture hall to close his eyes: "Go to split the roster of the scripture hall."

Qiu Shenji was confused, Xie Lingjiang was stunned, and he rushed into the scripture hall, jumping up lightly.

Crazy—! Boom—!

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

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

The strange noise in the Buddhist temple turned out to be a corpse explosion.

"Uncle Chen!" Xie Lingjiang exclaimed.

"So what I did, what can I do with me?" Qiu Shenji's expression was distorted and he deliberately stabbed: "Two wastes! When he was tortured and killed him, he knelt down and begged for mercy hahahaha."

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and ignored him, and the sound of wooden fish was clear in his ears.

Another thousand merits will increase.

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

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes, twisted the "arc" of Ziguang Dasheng 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 by the fact that he knew the cause and effect.

He glared at him and shook his head, venting his last spiritual energy to resist.

The "arc" at Ouyang Rong's fingertips is still three inches away from the man's eyebrows, and it is difficult to move forward in an instant.

"Haha, you have no spiritual energy, you have no spiritual energy again!"

Ouyang Rong ignored it.

The merit value returns to zero and the dantian is empty.

The craftsmanship between two fingers is dim in purple.

But the young county magistrate's eyes were dry and silent, and he murmured: "The body of a mortal is forging myths... But how can mortals cast myths? What can mortals have?"

He suddenly looked up, and his head was angry, and he took a step forward as if he was desperate.

It just doesn't retreat.

Mortals also breathe a sigh of relief!

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 date, and his strong blood and energy surged up as he morbidly. A momentum of "the brave man angrily drew his sword at the stronger one" broke out with the step he took forward.

"Craftsman" roared and was filled with joy.

He felt it, and he understood it all. It turned out that what the old sword-casting master left behind in the world was a stalk that could kill people without spiritual energy!

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

Whether it is a man, a knight, a scholar, or anyone else, or even a body with leaky air... As long as the poor people in the world are full of energy, they can be angry and exorcised, and use the body of a mortal to deliver a sword!

Ouyang Rong's blood and energy surged, ignoring his mouth and nose, his eyes slowly bleed, and he said to himself: "Today, the long tassels are in his hand, when will the Canglong be bound?"

Now, he has the unique skills of poor scholars "Go back and come back", and there is also the "craftsmanship" of the Dingjian who likes to eat unfair energy. From today on, let me tell all the Qi-training men in the world who are like the gods of the chi, and the wrath of his poor scholars!

Ouyang Rong was bleeding from seven orifices, his eyes were silent, and he hid a trace of anger from a poor man. The firmness of the world was so pure, and he was marching forward with great strides!

"You...where did you get angry?!"

Qiu Shenji retreated step by step, and his "power" was accompanied by retreating, declining step by step.

Ouyang Rong's "momentum" followed the big steps and climbed high step by step.

One rises and the other falls.

Some people are retreating step by step, while others are popular.

Finally, an "arc" was passed into the depths of Qiu Shenji's eyebrows by Ouyang Rong's fingers. A great terror suddenly occupied his heart. The man in Mai shook his head wildly:

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

"Qiu Shenji, your Tao is just like this. Now see clearly..." This time, it was the young county magistrate who looked down from above and said calmly: "This is my Tao."

Qiu Shenji was stunned and his head was tilted, and the "arc" marks on his forehead burst out with dazzling sword light to transform it into a gas. A broken malo slowly floated to the floor.

The "craftsmanship" between Ouyang Rong's fingers slowly faded away. He wiped the blood from his nose, blood in his eyes, and blood in his mouth. He raised his head and tried hard to see the blue sky with his eyes open. Suddenly, the white clouds above his head were spinning, and with a "bang", it was like a jade mountain falling.

In the ruins, Xie Lingjiang knelt in a daze, walked forward with his stupid knees, carefully picked up his face as white paper, and breathed into his arms:

"The Sword Holder...Nine-grade Slash...Sixth-grade..."

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

The woman's face was filled with tears.
Chapter completed!