Wei Tong, who was hiding in the dark, did not dare to attack rashly. Although the spiritual energy of water and earth formed a swamp-like spiritual energy for his own use, it was not without its drawbacks.

Two opposing auras are extremely difficult to control. If there is no aura that can mediate in the middle, the balance will be extremely difficult to master. If you are not careful, the two auras will attack each other.

After a foundation-building monk awakens spiritual energy affinity, the progress of practicing different affinity attributes will often be different due to some reasons. This is not a problem for ordinary multi-attribute monks.

But monks like Wu Jian, who possess two kinds of mutually restrained spiritual energy, are different. They must make the restrained attributes stronger during their practice, so that they can maintain the spiritual energy in their bodies and prevent internal fighting.

This stronger component is difficult to grasp. If it is too much, the water will be too strong and counteract the earth. If it is slightly weaker, it will not be able to withstand the natural restraint of earth. Maintaining this balance is laborious and will greatly slow down the speed of cultivation.

Therefore, most monks with two competing attributes will give up on the weaker one in their practice. It is extremely difficult for swordsmanship to reach this stage.

The silt-like spiritual energy gradually becomes thicker, which is what happens after a large amount of earth-type spiritual energy is emitted.

The frost sword in his hand consumes a lot, and he cannot retain too much earth-attribute spiritual energy, because it will break the delicate balance and make him lose control.

In the hazy sky around them, a vague shadow quickly approached the two of them.

"Uncle Master, have you noticed that these fogs are no longer ice crystals?"

Wu Jian, who watched the surroundings carefully, realized that although the surroundings were still hazy, they were no longer the white of crystal mist, but instead had a withered yellow color after dust.

"Earth attribute aura, wasn't the Ice Mist Art he just used?"

Wu Jian was also a little confused, why did Wei Tong's fighting method change his mind all the time? He was obviously using Ice Mist Technique just now, but now it was covered with earth-type spiritual energy, and even the mud under his feet became much firmer.

"Uncle Master, if things go wrong, there will be demons. Although earth can also restrain fire, it is not as effective as water. Unless Wei Tong wants to kill us both here, he will never do this when he raids the Hong family.

Dry."

Wu Jian nodded. Qin Long was right. With Wu Jian's cultivation, there was no problem in using earth spiritual energy to kill them both, but it would take a lot of time. He broke the rules of the black market and would not stay in the Hong family for a long time. Besides,

It's not like the two of them don't have follow-up plans.

"We don't know the other party's intentions yet, so just be careful."

Trapped in place, Wu Jian had no better way to do it. He could only watch his surroundings with increasing vigilance to beware of any sneak attacks that might appear at any time.

"Heavy mountains."

Sure enough, in the dust, a huge palm print suddenly appeared and hit Qin Long.

"Uncle, don't worry about me. Watch out for Wei Tong's sneak attack."

When Qin Long saw that Wu Jian wanted to help him, he quickly stopped him. Now that he had the soul-stealing sword, he couldn't do anything to him with just the palm print from a distance.

The golden light flashed across, and the thick palm print was instantly split in half and flew far away. Not only was the soul-stealing sword that chopped the palm print undamaged, but the golden light in it shone a little brighter, indicating that the magic circle had been replenished with spiritual energy.

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Earth can generate metal, so Wei Tong's actions were simply feeding the soul-stealing sword.

Wei Tong, who was in the dust and mist, grinned a sinister smile and murmured to himself, "I'll give you some benefits first." He fired several palms at the two of them and hit several heavy mountains, pretending to be fighting a war of attrition.

Although the soul-stealing sword can be replenished by the earth spiritual energy, Qin Long needs to go all out to resist the force of the palm. Even though he can use the yin-yang fish to repair his body after several rounds, he is exhausted.

The glove has been handed over to Wu Jian's hand. Although the pierced arm is no longer dripping blood, it is still hanging limply by his side. He struggles to wave the sword edge with his left hand to resist the palm print. At a glance, he knows that there is not much fighting power left.

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When Wei Tong was pretending, he was also pretending.

Pretending to be weak in combat, they quietly waited for Wei Tong's sudden sneak attack.

Qin Long even hoped that he would be the one to sneak attack on him, but contrary to expectations, Qin Long was not Wei Tong's first choice.

The diffuse dust and fog could not block Wei Tong's sight. He saw the performance of the two of them. He tightened the crystal clear Frost Sword in his hand. He knew that if he wanted to keep Qin Long, he must first kill Wu Jian.

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He also thought about using the dust mist to take Qin Long away directly, but that would attract the pursuit of Wu Jian, and it was a bit difficult to deal with the opponent's technique of growing red lines on his body.

Taking advantage of the cover of the heavy mountains, Wei Tong had already arrived at Wu Jian's side. A heavy palm print suddenly came at him. Wu Jian couldn't dodge and quickly used his gloves to parry.

Just when he was in a hurry, a sharp light approached quietly, and the almost transparent frost sword merged with the dust and mist. By the time Wu Jian noticed it, it was too late.

"Bah!"

The sharp frost sword passed through Wu Jian's side. Wu Jian grasped the sharp blade and smashed his gloved arm into the dust mist beside him without even thinking.

With a click, something seemed to be broken under the glove. The sword blade at his waist lost its restraint and was taken away by the sword. He was about to pull out the sword, but the hard frost sword in his hand turned into running water and fell away.

When he came out, a sound of magic came from the dust and mist.

"Ice blade, open."

The water flow quickly solidified end to end, and a sharp ring got stuck in the wound on Wu Jian's waist, and instantly flew into the dust mist along with the spell.

After a sound of muscle tearing, the blood, which was filthy due to being mixed with dust, was sprinkled on the unsolidified earth, and blood kept gushing out from the shocking wounds on his waist.

Wu Jian's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he wanted to activate the will-o'-the-wisp body, but was unable to concentrate due to the severe pain and could only watch Wei Tong walk towards Qin Long.

Wu Jian was seriously injured and could not hold on for long. The top priority was how to avoid the pursuit of the old ghosts in the black market and successfully take Qin Long away.

"Uncle Master!"

Qin Long was shocked. He had been guarding against Wei Tong for a long time, but he didn't expect that the opponent would attack so quickly. He had no room to parry with his sword after several killing moves.

"Little bastard, do you honestly come to Shiyu City with me, or do you want me to kill you and take your body there? Anyway, the reward from my family is whether you live or die, so I don't mind spending some effort." Wei Tong's voice started to change.

It came from all directions.

It would be better if he could take away a living person. After squeezing out the value, he would kill him and send him to his house in exchange for money. If time was tight and he didn't cooperate, Wei Tong wouldn't mind just taking away the body.

"Uncle Master, Uncle Martial Sword Master!"

Qin Long held up the soul-stealing sword and looked around, as if he couldn't find the source of the sound. He called out to Wujian several times urgently but got no response, and was a little panicked for a moment.

"He was hit by my ice blade, but he is not dead yet. If you come with me, I can save his life." The surrounding dust and fog faded a little, and a hazy figure appeared in front of Qin Long.

"Really?" Qin Long pointed the soul-stealing sword at Wei Tong, his tone full of doubts.

"I, Wei Tong, never lie!" said the black figure.
Chapter completed!