When the Zhenguo Sword was less than an inch away from Mu Qing's eyebrows, Mu Qing raised his hand seals in front of his face, and a purple energy quickly emerged from the hand seals, hitting the tip of the Zhenguo Sword.
The Zhenguo Sword shook violently, and the inscriptions on the bronze sword twisted and shone brightly. Waves of golden ripples spread out, but it still could not move any further, and stopped in front of Mu Qing's eyebrows.
Mu Qing's eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his face became visibly pale. His feet did not move at all, but they were forced to sink into the soil due to this struggle.
Most of the zhenqi in his body had been removed in just that moment, but the purple energy generated from the hand technique seemed extremely thin. Under the impact of waves of golden sword energy ripples, it seemed that it would dim in the next moment.
Cao Jin looked at him from a distance with a proud look on his face, but when the ripples of sword energy spread, he saw this scene clearly with horror and bewilderment. His mind was numb for a moment and he was at a loss.
"Well."
Under the huge struggle, the flesh and fascia all over Mu Qing's body swelled to the limit. He struggled to burst out a byte from his mouth. The seal in his hand changed again, and an even thinner purple energy appeared, immediately connecting the center of his eyebrows. And the tip of the sword, the next moment, the golden inscriptions on the Zhenguo Sword twisted crazily, as if they wanted to get rid of some kind of restraint, but under the control of this purple energy, they all rushed towards the tip of the sword, and then suddenly shattered A little bit of brilliance.
After leaving the tip of the sword, every bit of brilliance was like fireworks at their peak, extremely bright. The speed suddenly increased and turned into bunches of flowing light surrounded by purple energy, which rushed into Mu Qing's eyebrows in the blink of an eye.
Mu Qing also pursed his lips tightly, his face becoming more and more distorted.
"How dare you, Shuzi!"
A shrill and confused shout rang out under the cover of the night. Cao Jin, who saw all this clearly, had bloodshot eyes. He was so horrified that he flew through the air in the blink of an eye, placing a palm on the hilt of the Zhenguo Sword.
"Puff——"
Mu Qing spurted out a mouthful of blood, and pressed his hand directly on the tip of the sword, thus avoiding the fate of being pierced between the eyebrows by a sword.
Cao Jin's purple robe was already soaked with blood, and his white hair was stuck to his face. A pair of cold eyes like poisonous snakes were fixed on Mu Qing's hand skills. After being in a trance, he became more twisted and ferocious and said: "Food The method of qi is actually the method of eating qi!"
No wonder he was so out of character. You must know that although he was selected to serve the state because of his special physique, he could only accommodate the power of luck.
He absorbed dragon energy just to improve his physique and absorb more energy, but if he mastered the method of breathing, it would undoubtedly be an earth-shaking leap.
Mu Qing had regained control of the situation when Cao Jin's mood was overturned. He pulled his right foot out of the soil and took a step back. In this position, his strength could be used more freely.
Cao Jin glanced at the Zhenguo Sword and was horrified to find that in just one or two breaths, not only did the inscriptions on the sword become dim, but even the light on the sword was dimmed visibly to the naked eye.
He had just sent a small part of the power of luck and Shattered Dragon Qi in his body into the Zhenguo Sword, but now he was afraid that most of it had been swallowed up by Mu Qing.
At this time, he had no time to hesitate and made a decision. With a sudden move, he actually poured all the remaining Shattered Dragon Qi in his body into the Zhenguo Sword.
The Zhenguo Sword, which was assisted by the Dragon Qi, once again emitted a golden light. After a cool and high-pitched sword cry, the sword body trembled violently, forcing itself against the restraints of the two purple Qi, and crashed towards Mu Qing.
Mu Qing could feel a powerful force emerging from the depths of the sea of consciousness, but at this critical moment, it could not immediately help him. He groaned, biting his gums until they bled, and pressed against the sword. The pointed hand techniques also changed again!
He almost exhausted all the true energy in his body before he summoned the third purple energy. This thin purple energy did not rush directly towards Zhenguo Sword, but wrapped around his fingertips.
When the Zhenguo Sword hit his fingertips between his eyebrows, Mu Qing flew uncontrollably into the air. The sword energy surrounding the Zhenguo Sword seemed to have found an outlet, and the golden sword energy layer As the waves surged, it seemed as if the waves would never stop, all crashing into Mu Qing.
"Damn it, I'm definitely not going to survive this time."
On the edge of Da'anfang, Xiong San, who was riding on a horse, shrank his neck subconsciously. He looked at the military camp from a distance, which he could not return to for the time being, and happened to see this scene.
The sword qi composed of the power of luck, with Zhenguo Sword as its core, collided with Mu Qing, and forced him into the side room where Cao Jin escaped.
But if that was the case, Xiong San, who could run further away at any time despite a distance of hundreds of feet, would not be so uneasy, because the Zhenguo Sword only started with momentum. After staring at Mu Qing and smashing through the room, he continued all the way. It bumped back into more than a dozen barracks, and when it finally stopped, it had reached the edge of the barracks, but only a foot away was the tall city wall.
"It must be impossible to die any more."
Xiong San sat on the horse and talked to himself. Somehow, he felt a little pity. He was sitting on the horse now, but he was fully prepared to watch a wonderful duel. In fact, the sudden battle tonight had surpassed It exceeded the limit of his previous knowledge, but he always felt that something was missing.
There were high walls and rain curtains, as well as sparks of light and spectators. Xiong San was in a daze, and then he slapped his thigh and cursed: "It's really amazing, but I haven't had enough of it yet."
Mu Qing, one of the parties involved, could not hear his complaints at this time.
At this time, he was slumped against the wall with his eyes closed, his pale face tilted up, his mouth open, wanting to take a big breath, but he was afraid of pulling the injuries on his back, so he could only roll his Adam's apple and gasp for breath. .
With Meng Zhang's help, he already had some means that others would never be able to master in their lifetime, but that was all.
Sitting paralyzed under this wall that was full of cracks and could collapse at any time, Mu Qing deeply realized for the first time the pain of having only the means but not being able to fully use them.
When he broke through the eighth or ninth wall, if the force that emerged from the sea of consciousness was not powerful enough, he would most likely have become a puddle of mud on a broken wall.
Thinking of this, Mu Qing turned his eyes slightly to the right, and then slowly moved down. When he saw the culprit, he couldn't help but frowned.
The Zhenguo Sword forcefully pierced his right hand. At this time, his right hand was lying on the ground dimly and quietly along with his powerless right hand.
"How many purple qi can you refine?"
Even in the sea of consciousness, Mu Qing subconsciously asked softly.
Meng Zhang's voice sounded just in time: "With that dragon energy and the power of luck on this sword, I can give you four purple energy as a gift."
It seemed that Meng Zhang had gained a lot, but when he thought that the other party saved him at the last moment, Mu Qing rarely asked any more questions. He frowned and pulled out the Zhenguo Sword in his palm. After stopping the bleeding, he tried to stand up with his legs. stand up.
"ah--"
It was okay not to move. Only when he moved did Mu Qing realize how badly he was injured. His whole body felt like he had been hit countless times with blunt objects. Every step he took was a pain that penetrated deep into his soul. This pain only entered his body when it went up. His brain immediately stirred up the concussive injuries that he had finally suppressed. As soon as his vision went dark, he fell straight to the ground.
But thinking that more than two moments had passed since the limited half hour, Mu Qing grabbed the Zhenguo Sword on the ground and stood up again with support.
"You can rest for a while. As long as the purple energy enters your body, your woman will not die." Meng Zhang rarely cared about his injuries.
Mu Qing put his right hand on his left hand and struck the ground with his sword. After shaking off the blood hanging from his eyes, he automatically ignored Meng Zhang's last words.
But after hesitating for a moment, thinking that he would eventually meet Cao Jin, he took a Ten Thousand Flower Pill and replenished his energy as his chest rose and fell.
He closed his eyes slightly and murmured while adjusting his breath: "Since the dragon energy is so special and there is this sword, you will definitely come over, right? Don't let me wait too long."
…
snap,
Without the isolation of the sword energy, Ye Yu fell again.
Instead of letting go of the pressure to avoid the rain, Cao Jin's purple robe became heavier and heavier, and a few strands of soaked white hair clattered on his back and shoulders. In just a dozen breaths, the whole person became trapped in layers of rain. A thin purple shadow.
He raised his face and squinted at the distance that the rain curtain tried to isolate. At this time when there was only the sound of rain falling and it was quiet, he hesitated a little. Na Na said to himself: "The power of luck in the body is all that's left." It’s less than 40%…”
But thinking of the Zhenguo sword that had temporarily lost contact, he finally tore off his increasingly heavier purple robe and disappeared directly into the depths of the rain.
There was a big hole in the door of the room, and the cold night wind and rain that poured in seemed to have an abrupt stagnation.
Mu Qingxing's eyes narrowed slightly. Relying on the power of luck, he didn't make a sound. He held the sword in his left hand and ran straight into the rain curtain outside the house.
"You're not dead!"
A voice that was extremely spiteful and startling sounded harshly in the rain. Cao Jin was dressed in thin white clothes, with a pale and twisted face under his messy, wet white hair.
But when he saw that the Zhenguo Sword was still held by Mu Qing, he was horrified and lost all fighting spirit. He flew back along the way he came without even looking at Mu Qing.
Mu Qing snorted coldly. With Meng Zhang's support, the zhenqi in his body could only be restored to 40%, but this was enough.
He endured the severe pain, followed his thoughts, and a faint white sword energy shot straight out along the Zhenguo Sword.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but for the first time, Mu Qing felt that the sword in his hand was more handy when paired with the Lihuo Sword Technique than the dagger he used daily.
"呲呲."
It was not obvious on the outside, but the extremely hot sword energy directly cut through the thick rain curtain. When Cao Jin heard this strange sound, the power of luck in his body rushed to his legs even more crazily and he was about to stand up.
In an instant, he was more than three feet off the ground, but the sword energy was locked on Mu Qing's energy machine and still hit him.
Cao Jin joined in with a cry and fell straight to the ground. Mu Qing did not intend to waste any time. Before he landed, he dragged his sword and stabbed Cao Jin's throat with his arm straightened.
Cao Jin's body was filled with burning energy. Although it was extremely painful, because it was not a traditional cultivation system, the greatest effect of this sword energy was not shown on him. At the critical moment of life and death, he forcibly raised 20% of the energy power in his body and used a palm While patting Mu Qing, he threw out all the foreign weapons that he still had in his hands.
Suddenly, a colorful poisonous mist appeared in the entire rain curtain.
Mu Qing could not hold back the blood in his mouth because he received this palm again. He turned his wrist, passed through the sinking fog, chased after him and stabbed Cao Jin in the throat.
Seeing that it was no longer possible to dodge the sword, Cao Jin's veteran combat experience was clearly revealed at this moment. He actually lifted up a few inches, pressed his chest against the Zhenguo Sword, and even grabbed it with one hand. The blade of the sword.
Mu Qing only heard the "ding" sound coming from the tip of the sword, and knew that people like Cao Jin were still wearing tough inner armor. The true energy in his body was surging and he was about to exert force again, but his eyes suddenly turned black.
Cao Jin seemed to notice that something was wrong with him, secretly thinking that he was lucky, and using even more strength in his hands, he just wanted to avoid the Zhenguo Sword and then retreat.
Mu Qing could not let him get what he wanted. After barely calming down his mind, he clenched his bloody right hand into a fist and smashed it directly towards Cao Jin's door.
Cao Jin once watched Mu Qing's continuous punches from a distance as soon as his fist landed on the ground. After hesitating for a moment, he quietly wiped the Zhenguo Sword's toughness with his thumb, then caught Mu Qing's fist with his palm, and used the strength of the fist to pull away again. retreat.
Mu Qing was about to raise his energy and chase after him, but a severe dizziness spread from his temples to all parts of his body, trying to pull his consciousness into the deepest darkness.
Even though he desperately wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to get rid of Cao Jin tonight, he never forgot the danger of rescuing people. He staggered around and rushed towards the tall and thick city wall in the rain.
