Qingyun's Tiger Roaring Sword is rarely used easily. This sword is actually transformed from his bones and soul. Compared with ordinary weapons, because the sword body is already a part of him, the coordination degree is much higher. many.
This kind of evil spirit is extremely harmful to humans, so Qingyun is very sure that once he uses this sword to fight, Ouyang Xiaoleng will definitely fight alone to protect Xia Qiu.
Once the Demon King Fox leaves his human contractor, it will be difficult to exert his full strength, and now Ouyang Xiaoleng's situation is even more special. The power of gods and demons in his body naturally gained a balance next to Xia Qiu. When a war is too fierce, he has little chance to use the soul-suppressing and demon-suppressing songs he learned from the music god Changqin and Qinmo Liuli, so the possibility of his going berserk increases exponentially.
"Xia Qiu, just now you used the power of soul separation and the clone technique to break through Qingyun's void door. Now it's time for me to show off my abilities!" Ouyang Xiaoleng said while watching Qingyun's next move closely, and then directly Xia Qiu stood behind him.
"So." Xia Qiu already understood that he hoped that he would not participate in the next battle, but it was difficult to accept his decision.
"It is not trivial for a human being to inhale too much evil spirit, or to be injured by a weapon with evil spirit. Your body cannot bear it! If this happens, not only will I have to deal with Qingyun, but I will also have to worry about your comfort. It will become difficult to handle !" Ouyang Xiaoleng said expressionlessly, carefully hiding his intention to protect Xia Qiu.
"Hahaha, you are really not honest enough. You are not as free and easy as your father and your grandfather in this regard!" Qingyun said with a laugh, and then vigorously shook the Tiger Roaring Sword in his hand.
The evil energy on the sword edge bounced towards Ouyang Xiaoleng and Xia Qiu. Ouyang Xiaolen used the Night God Ice and Bell Scale Swords to cross each other to block the evil energy back.
The black evil spirit instantly flew into Qingyun's chest. Ouyang Xiaoleng thought he would dodge, but he didn't expect that he would just lift the Tiger Roaring Sword slightly and suck the evil spirit back into the sword.
Although Xia Qiu wanted to help Ouyang Xiaoleng, she was more afraid that her body would not be able to withstand the evil spirit and would become a burden to him, so she withdrew to a farther place.
The evil spirit had little impact on Xiaolibai, a holy beast, so it stayed with Ouyang Xiaoleng and fought alongside him.
Ouyang Xiaoleng did not dare to attack rashly, because he still had no way of knowing what Qingyun's sword skills were. He could only hold his breath and concentrate, feeling the changes in the airflow around him. From the flow of the airflow, he could know that Qingyun's power was stronger at this moment than before.
Suddenly a chill appeared in the air, and this chill spread towards Ouyang Xiaoleng with a kind of boundless darkness. Before he could see Qingyun's movements clearly, the green Tiger Roaring Sword had already arrived in front of him.
He subconsciously raised Ye Shen Bing to block it, only to find that his sword seemed to be controlled by the evil spirit emitted by the Tiger Roaring Sword. It was actually attached to the sword, and his whole body could not move for some reason. .
Behind the Tiger Roaring Sword, Qingyun swung his tiger claws at Ouyang Xiaoleng. Although he tried hard to lift his Bell Scale Sword to scratch, his stiff body refused to obey him at all.
At the critical moment, Xiaolibai suddenly jumped behind Qingyun and bit down on his shoulder. Its teeth tightly latched onto the flesh and blood of Qingyun's shoulder, and would not let go no matter what.
Ouyang Xiaoleng took advantage of this opportunity and used all his strength to move his Night God Ice away from the Tiger Roaring Sword. Before he could think of Qingyun launching an offensive, the strong evil spirit released from Qingyun's body pushed Xiao Libai away. Not only that, it seemed to be invaded by the evil spirit. The body lying on its side on the ground kept twitching and making painful noises. Whisper.
"Xiao Libai!" Xia Qiu ran forward to check on Xiao Libai.
When her hand touched Xiao Zhou's ear, it reluctantly opened its eyes, took a long breath, and seemed to recover slightly.
"It doesn't matter, right?!" Ouyang Xiaoleng asked Xia Qiudao without turning around to look at Xiaolibai.
"Well, don't worry! It's not a big problem!" Xia Qiuhe relied on gentle caress to ease Xiao Libai's pain.
Its breath gradually stabilized, and it was able to stand up normally. Although its body was still shaking a little, judging from the way it rubbed its big head against Xia Qiu's cheek and arm, it should be fine.
"You are so brave!" Xia Qiu kept praising it, making it purr happily from its belly.
Ouyang Xiaolen breathed a sigh of relief, but the fact that even Xiaolibai was injured by Qingyun's evil spirit reminded him that he must be more careful against it.
"How is it? Have you tasted the power of my evil aura? This is just the beginning!" Before Qingyun finished speaking, he swung his sword towards Ouyang Xiaoleng again.
Ouyang Xiaoleng was worried that he would be sucked into his Tiger Roaring Sword like last time. After hesitating for a moment, his strength was not concentrated enough, and as a result, he could not hold the sword firmly in his hand. He heard Ye Shenbing make a very slight but unusual sound. He had never heard that sound in previous battles.
In order to determine what happened to the Night God Bing, he hurriedly flew back and took the opportunity to look at the Night God Bing in his hand. There was a small gap just above the sword edge where it collided with the Tiger Roaring Sword. Although the gap was not big, it could easily cause damage to your weapon, which shows the true power of the Tiger Roaring Sword. .
Not allowing him to think any more, Qingyun swung the Tiger Roaring Sword at him continuously. His swordsmanship was not exquisite, but it was full of force, which was exactly in line with the characteristics of the Tiger Roaring Sword.
Although Ouyang Xiaoleng is now more prepared than before and will no longer be completely restricted by the Tiger Roaring Sword, his body will be more or less temporarily stiff after his own weapon comes into contact with the opponent's weapon. Just this brief moment of stiffness put him in danger several times.
Moreover, the crisp sound coming from Ye Shenbing and Zhonglin Sword also stimulated his nerves again and again. He no longer wanted to check how badly damaged the two swords were, because the answer was already self-evident. Once his weapons are completely destroyed, even saving his own life and Xia Qiu's life will become an impossible task, let alone defeating Qingyun.
Ouyang Xiaoleng felt strongly unwilling to give in. This unwillingness swelled in his chest, filled his entire body, and broke the shackles of controlling the power of gods and demons in his body.
The blood pupils appeared again, and red totems appeared on his cheeks. This time, these totems were not just on his face, but followed his neck to his entire body. Soon, his arms were exposed outside his sleeves. These totems are also clearly visible.
"Are you finally going to use all my strength? Then I will release all my strength and play with you!"
Qingyun was originally worried that his consciousness would be swallowed by activating all his power, but because he felt the change in Ouyang Xiaoleng's power, he had to take this risk.
An evil smile suddenly appeared on Ouyang Xiaoleng's face. He did not respond to Qingyun's words, but attacked Qingyun with two swords wildly dancing. His body had completely lost its previous sense of coordination, and his sword movements were no longer regular. However, it was precisely because of this that Qingyun was unable to predict how his offensive would progress.
He has become one with the two swords of Ye Shen Bing and Zhong Lin Sword, black and red. In other words, his body itself is a weapon. The power of gods and demons constantly released from his body is different from Qingyun's evil spirit. It is more like a drop of water that can penetrate stone, except that the speed of this drop of water is much faster.
Qingyun was shocked by Ouyang Xiaoleng's first round of attacks. Although he used every sword attack, he was still injured. This injury was fundamentally different from a sword injury. It seemed to go straight through his entire body, and it seemed to seep into his internal organs.
He felt that the old wounds on his body were beginning to hurt. Even the area on his shoulder that had just been torn apart by Xiao Libai had been controlled by his power, but now it began to overflow with murderous intent and blood.
"Interesting! Although you are a descendant of gods and demons, I am the reincarnation of Suzaku after all. How can I lose to you?!" Qingyun thought that everything that happened just now was because he underestimated the demon king fox boy. From this second on, he Get serious.
"You only own part of Suzaku's soul, and the part you own is not even as powerful as Lingyu!" Ouyang Xiaoleng finally spoke, his tone full of arrogance.
This time it was Qing Yun who was angered by Ouyang Xiao Leng. He rarely felt angry, and even if he did, he would hide it well. But in this life and death battle, there seemed to be no need to hide it.
He concentrated his strength on the arm holding the Tiger Roaring Sword and took the initiative to launch the next round of attack. He knew that if he persisted for a while longer, Ouyang Xiaoleng's weapon would probably be too damaged to be used.
Ouyang Xiaoleng did not panic, he remained calm, and he used his skills to deal with every move. Even though his two swords were scarred, there was no trace of worry on his face.
Until, after a more intensive attack, the Bell Scale Sword made a sharper sound than before, then cracked from the middle of the sword body, and part of it fell to the ground with a clang.
Although Ouyang Xiaoleng's own strength increased, it could not prevent the weapon from being damaged. In addition, the greater the power of gods and demons is opened, the weaker his self-awareness becomes, even close to a fighting machine, and the protection of weapons is also relatively reduced.
"Take off your armor, even your weapons, let's see what else you can do!" Qingyun looked at Ouyang Xiaoleng's only remaining handful of Night God Ice and mocked him.
Although this black sword has not yet been tempered, the gap-filled blade has long since lost its sharpness. He originally thought that Ouyang Xiaoleng would be helpless due to losing his weapon, but this was not the case.
Something was shining in his chest, and the two rays of light seemed to come from the Demon King's Crown in his body. One was a very light blue, almost pure white, and the other was a very deep red, almost pure black.