So while the battle between the two was tense, they fell into a stalemate.

Ouyang Rong, who was seriously injured, ran away early.

I stumbled all the way back to Sanhuiyuan.

There is a craftsman entangled with this girl. If you don’t run away now, when will you run away?

Anyway, at the moment, due to the occurrence of "Dependent Origination", Dagushan, the big world, supplies the craftsman's spiritual energy, and there is no need for Ouyang Rong's small world to be nearby.

In Dagushan, there is no distance limit on the communication between Ouyang Rong and Jiang Zuo. At most, it only consumes more energy.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and neither does a man who holds a sword.

Being able to deploy the sword secretly and kill the enemy with the sword is a fool who stays on the frontal battlefield and is attacked directly. It can be said that in the entire tripod sword-sword holder system, the sword holder is the weakest link.

He heard that the female nuns Yunmeng had always been united, and that Dragon City Dagushan was right in front of Yunmengze's house.

Not to mention the reason for Xuezhongzhu's strange appearance tonight, Ouyang Rong guessed that there were probably other Yue girls following behind who hadn't arrived yet. Xuezhongzhu was alone and walked the fastest before arriving at Dagushan.

The possibility of him taking the lead in fighting is not low.

Now the craftsman is holding back the candle in the snow, and the candle in the snow is holding back the craftsman.

With Ouyang Rong currently injured and distracted from wielding the sword, without the protection of the tripod sword, as long as the opponent has a Yue female companion coming, even if he is only a ninth-level man, he can be decapitated easily.

"I don't believe that this breath of yours can last for so long. So what if you are a fifth-grade Qi practitioner, or a leader of swordsmanship? There is a time when the spiritual energy is exhausted. Is it possible that the small world of your Dantian is wider than Dagushan?"

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

"Lang Jun, your arm..."

"It doesn't matter."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, glanced tiredly, and immediately, with a click, he reluctantly connected the dislocated right arm.

But the fracture of the forearm still exists, the pain reaches the bone marrow, and the teeth are clenched.

Ouyang Rong's thin face turned pale quickly visible to the naked eye. Ah Qing and Yun Niang quickly wiped his cold sweat.

The back of his right hand was trembling and he couldn't lift it up, so he needed Ah Qing's help to lift it up.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong didn't care about this. He continued to close his eyes, immersed in his mind, communicating with the tripod sword, and commanding from a distance.

In fact, the craftsman itself is psychic and can detect enemies on his own without requiring the sword holder to expend too much energy.

It's just that the little guy's intelligence is limited after all, and he can't play tricks on people's minds. He is prone to irritability and impulsiveness, and may fall into traps by mistake. He needs Ouyang Rong's concentrated guidance, especially when facing a terrifying opponent like Xue Zhongzhu.

The room was silent, he didn't speak, A Qing and Yun Niang didn't dare to speak, and waited nervously.

Ouyang Rong's heartstrings were tense, and for a moment, he even forgot about the passage of time outside.

I don’t know how long it took, but in the southwest sky, the peerless purple figure in the sky shrank slightly. In front of her, there were phantoms of clear blue lotuses blooming, overwhelming them for a moment.

"Haha, it turns out that you also have an end!"

Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

On that battlefield, a certain fierce and domineering queen finally retreated for the first time, switched tactics, and tried to escape from the battlefield.

Ouyang Rong controlled the craftsman and continued to pursue. Xuezhongzhu was fighting and retreating, seemingly taking the opportunity to recover his spiritual energy. At a certain moment, Ouyang Rong ordered the craftsman to feign an attack and deliver the last sword. He then turned around and ran away, throwing away the pursuing enemy and bypassing him.

Circle return...

Break away from the mysterious and mysterious mind connection.

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes in an instant, held his chest and gasped, and finally got out.

His energy and mind were almost stretched to the limit. If the candle in the snow did not retreat and the stalemate continued, he might faint and die.

Ouyang Rong immediately opened the quilt, got out of bed and walked around.

Wait for a moment, throw away the craftsman who is chasing the enemy, and return as scheduled.

At this time, the light in the room was dim. He glanced around and saw the same scene as when he returned from the hall not long ago. Next to the "Clear Blue Sword Arc" he returned to, there was something floating faintly in the halo.

Ouyang Rong's heart skipped a beat and he stared slightly: "No..."

However, the floating objects in the halo seem to be "alive" and not like a piece of light and breathable fabric.

He took a closer look and saw that it was a snow-white long sword.

The blade of the snow-white long sword is as clear as glass, like an ice pick under the eaves covered with winter snow, and as pure white as milk.

The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched violently.

Directly in front, a sword arc flew back to its owner, carrying a trophy with it. It was a bit windy as it walked, obviously asking for credit.

He looked like a fat little friend who had a fight outside after school. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he walked home with his head held high and his chest high.

The main character is a tough talker.

The snow-white sword fell into Ouyang Rong's hands. The glazed sword body suddenly trembled and emitted a long sword sound. He struggled, feeling sad and angry, as if he had fallen into the hands of an enemy for the first time and his innocence had been stained by a man... He frowned greatly.

, hurriedly stuffed it into the breath-isolating sword case, turned to glare at the craftsman, and before he could say anything, the little guy "swooshed" and quickly got back into the old nest of the sword case that had been filled with a bulging sword tonight.

Damn it, you're a hamster, right? Every time you come back, you bring something with you. If you come back a few times, the sword box won't be able to hold it anymore.

Ouyang Rong held back his curse, closed the sword box, and looked around anxiously.

Xuezhongzhu was only out of energy in his Dantian, but he was not seriously injured. He was able to regain his fighting strength quickly and turned around to find him.

And he had just escaped, and there must have been a lot of blood traces along the way.

Although Xuezhongzhu and other Yue girls are not good at looking at the Yin-Yang family lineage, which is very difficult to deal with, as long as they are willing to look for it, they can probably find it. The difference is just faster or slower.

The pursuers may arrive at any time and there will be no time to return to the original route to deal with the traces.

Don't let Ah Qing and the others get in trouble!

Ouyang Rong had a plan in mind.

He turned around, went to deal with the traces in the yard, hid the sword box, took the blood-stained bronze fox mask from Ah Qing, put it on again, and gave some careful instructions. The two women nodded in agreement.

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Chapter completed!