At the moment when the big iron bell covered Xiao Pang, the sword light of the Qingying Sword also arrived and immediately chopped on the iron bell. There was a chaotic sound of ding-dong, sparks flew, iron filings flew, and after the sword shadow, the big iron bell was full of pits and holes, with sword marks two or three inches deep everywhere.
Although the Qingying Sword is a magic weapon, it is not known for its attack power. Its strongest point is the increased sword light, so its sword light is dozens of times that of other flying swords. With a slight shake, it can shoot out hundreds of sword lights, but the power of a single sword light is limited, so it can only cut off two or three inches of the black iron layer.
However, it was just a casual strike from her. Mu Zirong was not surprised but delighted to see the deep sword marks. She thought, "This broken iron bell is at most two or three feet thick, which means it weighs more than 100,000 pounds. I don't think a poor guy like you can do anything with it. With this depth, I can see through it with a dozen strikes. When the time comes, I'll see what I can do to you!"
Thinking of this, Mu Zirong became spirited and completely gave up on defense, concentrating all her spiritual energy on the Qingying Divine Sword. She used her hands to perform spells, commanding the Qingying Divine Sword to launch wave after wave of tidal attacks.
From afar, the sword shadows, tens of feet long, were densely packed together, forming a giant green dragon that was hundreds of feet long and several feet thick, and it kept hitting the big iron bell with overwhelming force. Every time it hit, it would directly cut off a layer of black iron several inches thick. In just a few breaths, the black iron several feet thick was cut off.
However, what made Mu Zirong depressed was that the iron bell was obviously not just a few feet thick. Although she had removed so much black iron, the shape of the iron bell was still roughly maintained. It did not change because of the loss of such a small amount of black iron. It was as if only a layer of skin was rubbed off, which was completely insignificant. This result made Mu Zirong a little unbearable.
But just at this moment, Xiaopang's annoying voice came from the iron bell, "Come on, Senior Sister! I'm still waiting for you to ravage me!"
Mu Zirong was so angry! She almost fainted. She said angrily, "Fatty, you are so arrogant. I will make you cry!" While speaking, she ignored the huge consumption of spiritual energy and increased the output again. For a while, the sword shadows shot out by the Qingying Sword became stronger again. Each one was 20 to 30 feet long. The number also increased greatly, making the green dragon thicker.
However, no matter how Mu Zirong urged the Qingying Sword, the big iron bell was like a rock facing the tide, no matter how hard the rain and wind blew, I would remain unmoved. Even if the broken black iron fragments were scattered all over the ground, they just didn't take it seriously.
At the same time, Xiaopang was still not forgiving and kept shouting, "Senior sister, senior sister, come quickly, come and chop me, chop me! Come and chop me quickly!"
"Why don't you come? I can't wait!"
"Could it be that you really have a special liking for me and want to deliberately give in? Oh my, if that's the case, I don't know what to do!"
Mu Zirong was so angry that she almost smoked when she heard what Xiao Pang said! She had already used all her strength in her hands and launched a fierce attack, but no matter how hard she tried, it was useless. No matter how many attacks the big iron bell took, no matter how much black iron fell, it just wouldn't break.
As the saying goes, strength cannot last long. Although Mu Zirong's crazy attack was powerful, it was obviously not sustainable. In just half a quarter of an hour, Mu Zirong's full-strength attack consumed more than 80% of her spiritual energy, while at this time, the fat man in the big iron bell was still in full condition. It can be said that even if the fat man came out of the big iron bell at this time, he could almost defeat the opponent with the Golden Eagle Sword alone.
However, Xiaopang obviously didn't intend to let Mu Zirong go. He had no intention of leaving, so he just sat in the iron bell, eating the barbecue he had prepared in advance, drinking some wine, and constantly teasing the other party.
"Senior Sister, why do you have no strength? If so, you lose! According to our bet, if you lose, you will have to be my slave. Oh my, in that case, when I take a bath, you have to rub my back, and when I go to the toilet, you have to help wipe it. " Before Xiaopang could finish his fantasy, Mu Zirong on the opposite side completely exploded.
Mu Zirong finally understood at this moment that she had been fooled by the fat man from the beginning, and he had provoked her anger. Not only did she lose her advantage in the fierce attack just now, but she also made a mistake and made such a bet. Now she was in a dilemma. She couldn't win, and she couldn't afford to lose! So in desperation, Mu Zirong resolutely made an amazing move.
"Damn bastard, I'm going to fight you!" Mu Zirong said angrily, then she took out a pill from her arms and swallowed it without even looking at it.
Upon seeing this, the Jindan cultivator immediately exclaimed, "Cuyuan Pill! No way?"
Xiaopang also heard the name of the Qiyuan Pill inside, and was immediately shocked. Because he knew that this kind of pill was a powerful medicine that stimulated the body's potential. After taking it, the strength increased greatly in a short period of time, but it was at the cost of losing vitality. Afterwards, the vitality would inevitably be greatly damaged, and it was necessary to take the elixir and recuperate for several years. Therefore, even if Mu Zirong won with the Qiyuan Pill, she would have lost the qualification to compete for the Xuanling Fruit. After all, this major event could not be delayed for several years just for her alone.
Seeing that Mu Zirong's spiritual energy increased greatly after taking the Qiyuan Pill, and she even had the tendency to surpass the innate level and reach the foundation-building level, Xiaopang hurriedly shouted: "Senior, senior, she is cheating, the Qiyuan Pill is a one-time magic weapon, it is strictly forbidden to use!"
"Cough cough!" The Jindan cultivator coughed twice awkwardly and was about to announce that Mu Zirong was eliminated due to violations.
Unexpectedly, Mu Zirong turned around and glared at him fiercely, saying angrily: "The sect rules only say that you are not allowed to use disposable magic tools, divine thunder, talismans and other things, but the Qiyuan Pill is not included in the list, it is an elixir. It seems that no one has stipulated that you are not allowed to take medicine, right?"
"This" The Jindan cultivator was immediately embarrassed when he heard it. In fact, Mu Zirong's words were completely a sophistry. The reason why she didn't allow the use of disposable magic weapons and spells was to balance the strength of the disciples with financial resources and the low-level disciples. The Yuan-stimulating Pill also had the same effect, and it also had side effects. After all, it was just a competition. There was no need to seriously damage one's vitality for several years, right?
If it was an ordinary disciple, the Jindan cultivator would not care at all and would definitely kick her out. But now he was facing Mu Zirong, a person with a strong background that he dared not offend. Seeing that the other party was already furious, how could he dare to resist?
At this time, the efficacy of the Yuan-boosting Pill was fully unleashed, and Mu Zirong's strength was instantly raised to the level of a foundation-building cultivator. If she waited any longer, the spiritual energy would slowly dissipate, and her Yuan-boosting Pill would be wasted. So in this situation, Mu Zirong simply ignored what the Golden Pill Judge said, and directly injected all her spiritual energy into the Qingying Divine Sword.