Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1345 Sandbags
Ding Ermiao stood up, with a smile on her face and a friendly tone, and said: "I will be measured, sister Yuxin, don't worry. I have no grudge against Qin Wenjun, and Qin Wenjun and I have no grudge, so why should our lives be at stake?"

"Really? It's great that Brother Ermiao can be so generous. Thank you, thank you." Wang Yuxin almost cried with joy and bowed repeatedly.

"No need to be polite." Ding Ermiao held Wang Yuxin's shoulders and said, "Go back over there, Yuxin, and let Qin Wenjun fight with his heart."

Wang Yuxin nodded and turned away happily.But before taking two steps, she turned back and said, "Brother Ermiao, maybe I can help you find Qingluan soon."

"Really? But I don't want to look for her now, and you don't have to look for her anymore. Thank you." Ding Ermiao said perfunctorily.

"Aren't you looking for it?" A hint of surprise appeared on Wang Yuxin's face, and her eyes swept over the faces of Ji Xiaoxiao, Gu Qinglan and others.

"Yeah, I'm not looking for it anymore." Ding Ermiao nodded.

Wang Yuxin bit her lip and said, "Well, let's wait until the battle between you and Brother Qin is over."

"Yeah, let's talk about it later, go ahead." Ding Ermiao smiled.

"Then I'm going, Brother Ermiao. I hope you won't make me sad. I hope... you and Brother Qin are both fine."

"It will be fine, don't worry." Ding Ermiao nodded again.

Wang Yuxin smiled and turned around.

Looking at Wang Yuxin's back, Ding Ermiao suddenly felt a little sad and unhappy.What's wrong with me, that I even want to lie to such a kind girl?It will be a life-and-death confrontation when he comes on stage. Qin Wenjun may find it harder to step down from the altar than to ascend to heaven.

At that time, sister Yuxin will definitely cry like hell again, right?But if he hadn't agreed just now, I'm afraid Wang Yuxin would have burst into tears before the ceremony started.

When both parties were ready, Luo Xi asked Ding Ermiao and Qin Wenjun to draw lots to divide the things on the altar.Ding Ermiao drew in the east, and Qin Wenjun drew in the west.

"Come on to the altar, you two." Rosie raised her hand.

Ding Ermiao and Qin Wenjun each nodded, walked to their altar with strong steps, then burned incense on the altar and sat down respectively.

Aunt Yuqing lit the time incense and Luo Xi rang the bell to announce the start of the fight.

It was the middle of the night, the stars and moon were dim, the night wind was cold, and the few sky lanterns around cast a pale light.

Qin Wenjun was sitting on the altar, his face equally pale, but his eyes were bright and resolute as ever.

"Are you okay, Qin Wenjun?" Ding Ermiao looked at the altar opposite and said, "If not, please don't hold on. I don't know how much force you can withstand the attack. If you can't hold it back and get injured, You, sister Yuxin, will be sad."

Before the fight, Ding Ermiao first did some superficial work so that he could explain to Wang Yuxin afterwards and at the same time run against Qin Wenjun.

"Brother Ding, please rest assured. Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor. Even if I die here, I will not resent anyone." Qin Wenjun said.

"Okay, let's try it. If you can't resist, just jump off the altar. I won't chase you." Ding Ermiao smiled, slowly picked up a copper coin, and placed it against the edge of the peach wood sword. The sword flew out and went straight to Qin Wenjun's lantern.

Qin Wenjun didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately got up, raised his hand and struck with a thunderbolt in the palm of his hand.

There was a bang, the palm wind was everywhere, and the copper coins were blown away without a trace.

"What a powerful palm thunder!" Ding Ermiao cheered, stood up, and struck out with two palm thunders from the left and right.

Qin Wenjun also used the thunderbolt in his palm to resist. With the loud explosion, the altars on both sides shook slightly.

"Brother Ding, the power of our palm thunder is about the same. If you want to defeat me, I'm afraid you have to use other spells." Qin Wenjun said during the gap between the palm strikes.

"Really? Let's deal with a few palm thunders first." Ding Ermiao dealt with it in his mouth and fired three more palms in succession.

bang bang bang...

Qin Wenjun waved his palm to greet him. When they met, the altars on both sides began to tremble violently.

"Brother Ding, if we continue fighting like this, I'm afraid our altar will collapse." Qin Wenjun waved his palm in response and said.

"Then take the last palm, please take it!" Ding Ermiao shouted loudly, raised his right hand slightly, and struck out another thunderbolt from his palm.

However, this palm thunder contained a fist-sized box and rushed towards Qin Wenjun's head to smash it.

"Brother Ding, you finally changed your tactics." Qin Wenjun smiled and waved his hand to greet him.

boom!
After a loud noise, the box thrown by Ding Ermiao shattered under the attack of two palm thunders, and countless silver raindrops flew into the sky.

"What kind of magic weapon is this?" Qin Wenjun was stunned and quickly looked up.

"Golden elixir pours down on the ground, and soldiers are formed by scattering beans!" Ding Ermiao shouted loudly, and his soul came out instantly.

Those flying in the sky were naturally the mercury prepared by Ding Ermiao in advance. They fell down at this moment and covered the altar where Qin Wenjun was sitting and the surrounding areas of the altar.

Following Ding Ermiao's incantation, after the mercury poured down the ground, countless Ding Ermiao suddenly stood up and surrounded Qin Wenjun in the middle.

"Brother Ding...!" Qin Wenjun was shocked and lost his mind for a moment, but after being stunned for a moment, he immediately reacted and struck with his palm.

No matter if you are true or not, just hit them all, right?
But Qin Wenjun was wrong. Ding Ermiao next to him was a clone, and the real master was still sitting on the altar opposite.If he attacks Ding Ermiao's true form on the opposite side, both sides may suffer losses. Unfortunately, Qin Wenjun panicked and ignored the important point.

This was also the result that Ding Ermiao had predicted, so he dared to take risks.

"Qin Wenjun, take another palm from me!" Ding Ermiao's soul moved at will among countless clones, went around behind Qin Wenjun, and struck out with a fierce palm!
"Pfft!" Qin Wenjun spurted a mouthful of blood several feet away. Just as he was about to turn around, he was struck three times in the chest!
Ding Ermiao's soul kept switching between the clones, and he kept using his palms to treat Qin Wenjun as a human sandbag.

Onlookers only saw countless Ding Ermiao running around, beating Qin Wenjun in groups.

Bang bang bang... there was a constant sound of falling palms, mixed with the sound of Qin Wenjun's bones breaking.

In a moment, Qin Wenjun's muscles and bones were broken, and he had no strength to fight back, standing on the altar of the altar, precariously.

"Brother Ermiao, destroy this monster!" Wan Shugao was so excited that he raised his arms and shouted.

"Brother Ermiao, spare his life!" Wang Yuxin also shouted.

Hearing Wang Yuxin's voice, Ding Ermiao felt soft, but then he thought, Qin Wenjun's inner demon has been born, and staying in the world will be a curse. The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain, so send him away!

So Ding Ermiao transformed again and pushed out towards Qin Wenjun's Dantian Qihai!
boom……

Suddenly, a blue figure rushed over like lightning, raised his hand to catch Ding Ermiao's palm.

(End of this chapter)