Chapter 442: Weapon damage

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Qingyun's Tiger Sword is rarely easily used. This sword is actually transformed from his bones and soul. Compared with ordinary weapons, the sword is part of him, so the coordination is higher. many.
This evil spirit is extremely harmful to humans, so Qingyun is very sure that once he uses this sword to fight, Ouyang Xiaolen will definitely fight alone to protect Xia Qiu.
Once the demon king fox has left his human contractor, it is difficult to give full play to his strength, and now Ouyang Xiaoleng's situation is more special. The power of the gods and demons in his body naturally got a balance beside Xia Qiu. When the war was too fierce, he had no chance at all to use the psychic demon song learned from the music Changqin and Qinmo Liuli, so that the possibility of his power running away multiplied.
"Xia Qiu, you just used the power of soul separation and avatar to break through Qingyun's emptiness gate. Now is the time for me to use my ability!" Ouyang Xiaoleng said while staring closely at Qingyun's next move, and then directly Xia Qiu was behind.
"So ..." Xia Qiu had understood that he hoped he would not participate in the next battle, but it was difficult to accept his decision.
"Humans are inhaling too much Qi, or being injured by a weapon with Qi Qi is not trivial, because your body can't bear it! If so, I will not only deal with Qingyun, but also consider your comfort, it will become difficult to do "Ouyang Xiao coldly said without expression, carefully hiding his intention to protect Xia Qiu.
"Hahaha, it's really not honest enough. At this point, you don't have your father and your grandfather free and easy!" Qing Yun said with a laugh, then shook the tiger's sword in his hand.
The evil spirit on the blade front bounced in the direction of Ouyang Xiaoleng and Xia Qiu. Ouyang Xiaoleng crossed the night ice with Zhong Lianjian to block this evil spirit back.
Black Sha Qi flew to Qingyun's chest instantly, Ouyang Xiao Leng thought he would dodge. Unexpectedly, he only lifted Hu Xiaojian slightly, and then sucked the group of Qi Qi back to the sword again.
Although Xia Qiu wanted to help Ouyang Xiaoleng, he was more afraid of being burdened by his body because he couldn't bear the energy, so he retreated to a place farther away.
Sha Qi has little effect on Xiao Libai as a holy beast, so it stays with Ouyang Xiao Leng and fights alongside him.
Ouyang Xiaoleng did not dare to attack hurriedly, because Qing Yun's swordsmanship was not yet known to him. He can only hold his breath and feel the change of the airflow around him. From the flow of the airflow, he can know that the power of Qingyun is more powerful than before.
Suddenly there was a cold air in the air, which spread towards Ouyang Xiao cold with a boundless darkness. Before he could see Qing Yun's movements, the blue Tiger Sword had already come to him.
He subconsciously lifted the night ice to block it, but found that his sword seemed to be controlled by the evil spirit emitted by Hu Xiaojian, and was actually adsorbed on the sword, and his whole body did not know why he could not move. .
Behind Hu Xiaojian, Qingyun waved the tiger's claws toward Ouyang Xiaoleng. Although he tried hard to raise his own Zhonglin sword, he stiffened his body completely.
At a critical moment, Xiao Libai suddenly jumped behind Qingyun, biting down on his shoulder, its teeth buckled the flesh on Qingyun's shoulder over the sword, and he did not loosen it anyway.
Ouyang Xiaolen took advantage of this opportunity and tried his best to remove his night ice from the Tiger Sword. Before waiting for Qingyun to launch an offensive, the strong qi released from Qingyun's body flicked Xiaolibai away. Not only that, it also seemed to be infested by the qi, and the body lying on the ground was twitching and sending pain. Whisper.
"Xiao Li Bai!" Xia Qiu ran forward to check Xiao Li Bai's situation.
When her hand touched the ear of the small worship service, it opened her eyes reluctantly and took a long breath, seeming to recover slightly.
"It doesn't matter?" Ouyang Xiao coldly looked back at Xiao Libai, just asked Xia Qiudao.
"Well, rest assured! The problem is not big!" Xia Qiu and relying on gentle strokes to ease Xiao Libai's pain.
Its breath gradually stabilized, and it was able to stand up normally. Although the body was still a little swaying, it shouldn't be a big deal from the point that it rubbed Xia Qiu's cheeks and arms with his head.
"You're so brave!" Xia Qiu praised it constantly, and let it happily make a "snoring" sound from her stomach.
Ouyang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, but even Xiao Libai would be hurt by Qing Yun's anger, reminding him that he must take extra precautions.
"How is it? Have you tasted my madness? This is just the beginning!" Qingyun's words fell, and he waved toward Ouyang Xiaoleng again.
Ouyang Xiaolen worried that he would be sucked by his Tiger Sword as he did last time. After a little hesitation, his strength was not concentrated enough. As a result, the sword in his hand was not stabilized. He heard the night Bing making a very slight but unusual sound, which was something he had never heard before in battle.
In order to determine what happened to Night God Bing, he hurriedly flew towards the back and took the opportunity to look at Night God Bing in his hand. There was a small gap in the place where it just collided with Hu Xiaojian above the blade edge. Although the gap is not large, it can easily cause damage to his weapon, which shows the true power of Hu Xiaojian. .
Unable to allow him to think more, Qingyun waved Hu Xiaojian towards him continuously. His swordsmanship was not subtle, but he was full of strength, which just fits the characteristics of Hu Xiaojian.
Although Ouyang Xiaolin was more prepared than before, he would no longer be completely restricted by Hu Xiaojian's movements, but after contacting his weapon with the opponent's weapon, his body would be temporarily stiff. It was only this short stiffness that put him in danger several times.
And whether the crisp sounds of Night God Bing and Zhong Lianjian were also stimulating his nerves again and again. He no longer wanted to see how seriously the two swords were damaged, because the answer was self-evident. Once his weapon is completely destroyed, let alone defeating Qingyun, even saving himself from drinking Xia Qiu becomes an impossible task.
Ouyang Xiaolen felt strongly unwilling, which was unwilling to be swelled in his chest, filling his entire body, and also breaking off the shackles of his power to control the devil in the body.
The blood pupil appeared again, and there were red totems on his cheeks. This time, these totems were not just his face, but all the way to the whole body along his neck, and soon he exposed his arm outside his sleeve. These totems are also clearly visible on the board.
"Are you finally going to use your full strength? Then I will release my full strength to play with you!"
Qingyun was originally worried that his consciousness would be swallowed up by opening up all his powers, but because he felt the change in Ouyang's power, he had to take this risk.
An evil smile suddenly appeared on Ouyang Xiaoleng's face. Instead of responding to Qingyun's words, he danced with two swords and attacked Qingyun. His body completely lost the previous sense of coordination, and the sword was no longer regular, but it was precisely because of this that Qingyun could not predict in advance how his offensive would progress.
He has merged with the night Bing and the bell scale sword black one red two swords, or his body itself is a weapon. The power of the gods and demons constantly released from his body is different from Qingyun's aura, which is more like a drip that can wear stones, but this drip is much faster.
Qingyun was shocked by Ouyang Xiaoleng's first round offensive. Although every one of his swords was used by him, he was still injured. This injury is fundamentally different from the sword injury. It seemed to go straight through his entire body, as if infiltrating his internal organs.
He felt that the old injuries on his body were beginning to ache. Even the place on his shoulder that had just been torn by Xiaolibai had been controlled by his power, but at this moment he began to overflow with murderous blood and blood.
"Interesting! Although you are a descendant of the devil, but I am the reincarnation of Suzaku after all, how could it be defeated to you ?!" Qingyun thinks that what happened just because he underestimated the demon king fox boy, he started from this second Be serious.
"You just have a part of Suzaku's soul, and the part you have is not even as powerful as Lingyu!" Ouyang Xiaolen finally spoke, his voice full of arrogance.
This time it was Qingyun who was irritated by Ouyang Xiaoleng. He rarely felt angry. Even if there was, he would be well hidden by himself, but in this battle of life and death, there seems to be no need to hide.
He concentrated his strength on the arm holding Hu Xiaojian and initiated the next round of offensive. He knew that as long as he persisted for a while, Ouyang Xiaolen's weapons would probably be too damaged to be usable.
Ouyang Xiaoleng was not flustered and remained calm. Seeing the move, even though his two swords were scarred, there was no trace of concern on his face.
Until, after a more intensive offensive, Zhong Lijian made a harsher sound than before, and then split from the middle of the sword body, and part of it fell to the ground.
Although Ouyang Xiaoleng's own power has increased, he cannot stop the damage of weapons. In addition, the greater the power of the devil is, the weaker his self-consciousness becomes, even closer to a combat machine, and the protection of weapons is relatively reduced.
"Throw your helmet away, even your weapons are gone. See what else you can do!" Qingyun sneered at the only night Bing left by Ouyang Xiaoleng.
Although this black sword has not been tempered yet, the gaping sword body has long ceased to be sharp. He originally thought that Ouyang Xiaolang would be helpless due to the loss of weapons, but this is not the case.
Something was shining in his chest. The two rays of light seemed to come from the crown of the demon king inside him. One extremely light blue was almost close to pure white, and the other extremely dark red was almost close to pure black.
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