The woman in white, Yun Rong, looked at Xiao Ming meaningfully and did not accept the box.
Until he stared at him until his face turned red, and he continued to say: "Xiao knows that the swords don't like it, but the fact that the soul of the woman is being damaged can no longer be left alone."
If it were any other sword master, he would definitely disdain to wave his sleeves.
Leng Leng said with disdain that his second senior sister's soul was damaged and she needed the soul-nurturing sand. Their senior brother could go to Penglai Immortal Island to get it, and he, an outsider, didn't need to worry about it.
But as the fourth sword, Yun Rong has always been incompatible with his fellow clan members and likes to do things upside down.
She smiled, stretched out her hand to open the wooden box, and performed the most taboo thing of the Thirteen Swords openly: "Then I will thank the Master of Xiao Jing on behalf of my Yue girl sister."
Xiao Ming opened his eyes wide, obviously he never expected that she would really accept the box.
He was so flattered that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
Yun Rong rode Lu'er, and Lu'er walked away with his four hooves stepping on the Xixue Sword Intent.
But before leaving, she smiled meaningfully: "After all, I have to be worthy of the kindness of Master Xiao Sutra who traveled all the way to the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons to lend a helping hand."
His originally red face suddenly turned pale.
Yin Baishuang looked at Xiao Ming who was stiff, caught up with Yun Rong and asked with a frown: "What did you mean by that just now?"
Yun Rong smiled in the wind: "Since the eldest lady has already guessed it, why bother asking more?"
"This is impossible. How could Xiao Ming know about Operation Folding Sword in advance? He doesn't have the courage or reason to collude with the Demon Sect."
"Yes, but it can be exploited by others."
Yun Rong's lazy eyes narrowed slightly and said: "Xiao Ming is not the eldest lady, so there is no reason to appear here. But not only did he appear, he also fought against the Great Demon Saint Emperor Jiang in advance. He obviously wanted to End this fight before I get here."
Yin Baishuang pondered for a moment and then revealed the truth in an astonishing way: "The Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, the first sword is Junhe, who is the most senior and strongest among the Thirteen Swords. Junhe fights against the Demon Saint of the Great Desolation, who is stronger and weaker? It's an unknown number.
The second sword, Yue Nu, was injured by corpse poison as you said, and she was naturally flawless. The third sword, Kuangcaojian, was also a famous drunkard. He didn’t even know where he was drunk at the moment, so he might not be able to receive the kite ruthless sword. print.
By analogy, you become the best candidate for folding swords. But the person Xiao Ming likes is Second Sword, why is he willing to put himself in danger for you? "
Yun Rong smiled and said: "The eldest lady is so powerful. She revealed the Demon Sect's plan in just a few words. As for why Xiao Ming came here, it was not because of my second sister.
After all, among the Thirteen Swords, I am the only one who does not object to his pursuit of my second sister.
Moreover... I have a very good relationship with my second sister. If I die, who will deliver these small gifts to him in the future? "
The small gift naturally refers to the soul nourishing sand.
Yin Baishuang shook her head helplessly, she really couldn't agree with the Fourth Sword's strange values.
They say they would rather demolish ten temples than ruin a marriage.
In this world of cultivation, it is well known that the first sword Jun He and the second sword Yue Nu among the Tianxi are a match made in heaven.
Even the sword has a profound meaning of "gentleman" and "goddess".
The people in Tianxi, including the sect leader, were extremely optimistic about this pair.
Xiao Ming, who suddenly appeared in the middle, naturally became an obstacle that everyone in Tianxi disliked.
Everyone tacitly knew that they would never give Xiao Ming an opportunity to take advantage of him, and everyone was very kind to him.
Although Xiao Ming is strong, he is far behind Junhe, the first sword of Tianxi, who is known as a perfect gentleman, both in terms of character and cultivation.
And Yun Rong's secret support for Xiao Ming is really unpredictable.
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Balian was ready for what he was doing, and quietly put something in his hand into the green jade.
He straightened his tattered robes and looked up at the huge whirlpool of demonic fire that suddenly appeared and dispersed in the distant sky.
I wonder if there are people in the distance who are caught in a bitter battle at this moment...
Even though the mountain was full of demons and monsters, and Yang Zhao and Huang Kang were approaching, he still felt that he would be able to survive today's disaster.
After all, when he was fighting against the enemy, his cheap sister personally came forward to deal with the enemy.
But this time, facing the pursuit of Yang Zhao and others, she had no intention of showing up.
This means that the combined cultivation of Yang Zhao and others is far less than that of the Shebi Corpse.
Thinking of this, Bailian felt calm and walked towards the agreed place.
When they met Lin Yuan in the first round, it was completely dark. Led by Yang Zhao, he reconfigured a demon-controlling wind chime in his hand, and it was dripping with blood-like liquid.
Smelling the scent of wind chimes drifting from Xunfeng, Balian caught the scent of the river of blood.
It turns out...the demon-controlling wind chime was actually made from the power of the long river to control demons.
Around both sides of the river, the black mass of monsters and monsters had surrounded the two of them with no way out.
The wind chime dangled in Yang Zhao's hand, and he looked at Bai Lian and Lin Yuan with a sneer:
"You two are really good at escaping, and what about Mr. Meng and Thirteen Swords? They will always be caught up by us, so there is no need to waste our time in continuing the pursuit, right?"
Huang Kang lowered his head and looked at the Yuanli Sword in Bailian's hand: "Do you think...if you take charge of the Yuanli Sword, we won't be able to find the Thirteen Swords?"
Bailian took a deep breath, stepped on the ring of fire, clenched the Yuanli Sword in his hand, and started sprinting directly towards Yang Zhao and Huang Kang.
But Lin Yuan, under Bai Lian's instructions in advance, retreated step by step from the scene and watched from a distance.
Yang Zhao and Huang Kang both had sneers on their faces.
When Bailian Biju fell into the eyes of the two of them, he was undoubtedly falling into a trap.
"Hmph, you're just an ant in the Kaiyuan realm! You really think you're Jinsheng who can pull out the Thirteen Swords!"
Yang Zhao sneered again and again, even though he saw Bai Lian holding the sword and sheathing it with his own eyes that day.
But drawing a sword and sheathing it are two completely different concepts.
Each sword among the Thirteen Swords is a sword with great strength. On the day when the sword soul awakens, it will only recognize one owner for the rest of its life.
Others...even if the Demon Lord has lived for three thousand years, he will never be able to unsheath his sword.
This guy is so naive!
Looking at Bai Lian who was charging towards him on fire, Yang Zhao and Huang Kang sneered disdainfully, and the long black sword behind them silently came out of their bodies and fell into their palms.
In the minds of the two of them, Bailian was no better than Jinsheng, so he was naturally not qualified to let them use the blood-drawing sword.
The jet-black sword sharply turned around, and two Qi-training whirlpools swept against the wind.
Bailian's eyes were focused!
not enough!
He did not block with his sword, nor did he make a counterattack. He held the Yuanli Sword behind his back, holding the hilt with one hand and the blade with the other.
Two puffs.
He actually did not dodge or hide, and directly resisted with his physical body.
