Mr. Meng's face also changed slightly, and he quickly advised: "Brother Si Chen, this is an internal sword duel within the Tianxi Sword Sect. Outsiders cannot interfere."
However, Balian didn't even look at them, and turned to Jin Sheng sideways and said, "You owe me two favors. After everything is over, you must tell me about the Tianxi Sword Sect in return. "
Jinsheng was completely stunned. He looked at Bailian's smiling face and murmured: "You...believe me?"
Balian nodded and said, "I believe the facts I saw."
In fact, along the way, he thought Jinsheng had left long ago, and never thought that he had been by his side all along.
This move is of course for protection.
Ever since he was chased by the five disciples of the Palace of Ten Thousand Beasts in the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons.
Now, these two nominal disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect are aggressively fighting each other, even setting up trap after trap in order to force Jin Sheng to show up.
If Jinsheng accompanied him openly, it would naturally cause him great trouble.
So he deliberately pretended to be grateful but did not repay the kindness and left in a cool manner.
Even though he was full of violence, he was like a murderous god from hell.
But Bailian still believed the facts he said.
As for those two people, combined with all the things they had done before and the current aggressiveness, they desperately wanted Jin Sheng to draw his sword out of its sheath.
Balian didn't believe that there wasn't a deeper conspiracy involved.
Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two sides, Lin Guiyuan frowned and said: "In the mountain realm... you can't... fight privately."
"Xuanzhi."
A soft call came from the center of the lake, and the beautiful shark Lin Yuan said with deep eyes: "Father Shan said not to interfere in this matter."
"But...but..." Lin Guiyuan glanced at Bailian worriedly, hesitating.
Faced with Yin Hu's shock, Yang Zhao and the two men showed no intention of retreating, and they exchanged glances.
With great tacit understanding, the other person drew out a sword finger with his left hand, stabbed his heart, and inserted a finger of blood. The bright red blood quickly smeared across the dark sword body.
But this finger penetrated directly into the heart, and the blood on their faces immediately faded away. The two of them were not afraid of death but still wanted to use the next sword.
With a soft hiss, the blood was swallowed up by the fierce sword energy, and then dozens of jet-black sword fires ignited.
The wrists of the two men moved almost simultaneously, and the dark sword fire weaved a huge fire net under the sword edges of the two men, shrouding Yin Hu.
Not to kill, just to entangle Yin Hu's footsteps.
"Roar!!!"
The huge Yin Tiger stepped out with scorching blue flames from its four claws, and there seemed to be disdain in its scarlet eyes.
But when the fire net woven by the sword fire enveloped its body, some of the yin fire on its body was sucked away, causing the fire net to increase in intensity.
Even though it couldn't damage half of Yin Hu's body, it succeeded in temporarily covering his heroic body in the sword energy and fire net.
Balian frowned deeply. He knew how powerful Yin Hu was, but he didn't expect that the two people had such a way to deal with it.
The palm of his hand subconsciously went to pick up the Qiu Shui Sword among the green jade, but his chest tightened, but he was pushed away by a broad palm.
Jinsheng said in a low tone: "That's enough, this matter has nothing to do with you."
There is no need to involve this little corpse demon anymore.
The moment they pushed Bai Lian away, Yang Zhao and Huang Kang had already jumped into the air. The exorcism sword in their hands, which was not wrapped in sword fire, exuded a dark and murderous color.
The wounds on their hearts were filled with blood like pillars, flowing rapidly into the dark swords in their hands, like a sad and beautiful river of blood, and the murderous intent in their eyes did not recede!
Such a way of sacrificing one's life for life could not help but elicit pity and admiration from everyone:
"This is the righteous disciple of Tianxi who is not afraid of the life and death of powerful enemies and takes his own safety so lightly. Such righteousness is really a role model for our generation!"
"Yes, yes, the Tianxi Sword Sect is indeed worthy of its reputation. The disciples it teaches are unique."
"Brother Yang and Brother Huang exorcise demons and destroy evil spirits. Once this is done, I will engrave the two names on my sword and enshrine them!"
The battle has just begun, and the flattering words are like flies around the ears, unable to be driven away.
Blood is pouring out crazily!
But the Exorcist Dao Sword was still pitch black and couldn't reflect even half of its red color.
The dust in the mountains swept wildly, and a thin scarlet light lit up on the sword's edge, illuminating the quiet mountain environment crimson and bright.
The apes in the ancient trees began to squeak uneasily, their hairs sprouted all over their bodies, and they hid in the tree house, hiding their ears and trembling.
Seeing the emergence of the scarlet light, Jinsheng's indifferent eyes shrank into needles!
A terrifying aura of violence suddenly appeared on his handsome face with a healthy wheat color.
He spat out each word as if it had been bitten into pieces: "Blood Drawing Sword! Just two bastards! How dare you use my Tianxi Sword Technique!"
Jin Sheng vaguely realized that these two people were probably more than just two bugs in a smelly ditch!
Boundless anger arose in his heart, and the moment he saw the scarlet bloodshot eyes, his eyes turned red at the same time.
The folded right hand had veins popping out due to anger. The palm slowly slid down and gripped the hilt of the sword extremely powerfully.
Bailian's expression changed slightly and he said hastily: "Don't draw the sword!"
"Hmm!!!"
It's still a step too late.
The clear and boiling sound of the sword resounded throughout Kongcang Mountain.
In the sky that no one could see, the dark clouds in the night sky rolled like blood, burning red into a huge firebird.
The huge Fire Cloud Bird was supposed to be a dead thing.
But the two stars in the sky were like falling, embedded in the beast eyes of the huge fire bird, and they were suddenly covered with life.
In the red flame beak, there is red thunder in the mouth, which condenses the breath and power.
Hearing the unique sound of a sword being unsheathed, everyone felt as if an invisible sharp sword had been inserted into their hearts, instantly creating a suffocating feeling of lingering death.
The two swords in the hands of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang had been inserted into Jin Sheng's ribs. At the moment when blood surged, red thunder fell from the sky.
With the power of a sword, a gap was created in the barrier above the mountain realm.
The dense forest of lush ancient trees was also blasted with a big hole by the thunder and fire, and some of the remaining ancient trees were still crackling with the flames caused by the thunder.
The red thunder light directly annihilated the three figures.
Bai Lian and Xiao Lu, who were closest to the Jinsheng battlefield, were unable to avoid it. Fortunately, Yin Hu broke away from the fire net and blocked the remaining thunder for them with his huge Yin Hu body.
A golden crow hovered above Lin Guiyuan's head, and its golden wings melted away the remaining power of the red thunder.
He looked at the lightning that gradually shrank and dispersed with a shocked expression on his face, his eyes shocked.
Everyone was thrown away far away.
Someone's crotch was still wet and hot, and he fell to the ground in horror.
The companion on the side also looked green, his legs were swaying, and he had no energy left to help others.
All of them had pale lips trembling, as if they would spit out their souls when they opened their mouths.
Even Wen Yu, who was standing at the back of the crowd, had the crow's feet wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed away in extreme shock.
His mouth couldn't be closed, his body was shaking wildly, and his face was flushed with excitement and shock.
At this moment, they finally understood why no one among the important disciples of Tianxi Sword Sect had heard of the name Jinsheng.
Because in Tianxi, they only need to remember the number thirteen.
