"ah!"
A wailing sound came from behind Jia Lian.
It was Jia Shunwen who was nailed to the wooden wall by Chu Qingxiao's flying sword and was saved by the disciples of Bai Tuofeng.
As Chu Qingxiao raised his eyebrows, the flying sword flew out from Jia Shunwen's shoulder, and blood immediately poured out of the wound.
How could a noble man like Jia Shunwen endure such pain? He was wailing and rolling on the ground. His blood followed his embarrassing movements and spilled all over the floor, splattering in the messy medicine shop.
Jia Lian's face was livid, but he did not look back. Instead, he stared at Liaoyuan with murderous eyes and at the two hemp ropes in Liaoyuan's hand.
It was recorded in the file that the Xue family father and son used it when they hanged themselves in prison.
"I have no intention of messing around with you anymore. After you read the file, people were injured, and the majesty of the Chief of the Sky Patrol Division has also been revealed!" Jia Lian said in a deep voice, his face as cold as the cold wind in the winter moon.
"Since you can't produce any evidence, please let me take my nephew for treatment. As for the price Chu Siming has to pay, White Hump will take care of it."
After Jia Lian said that, he turned around and left.
"Elder Jia, stay." At this moment, Liao Yuan's voice sounded.
Jia Lian turned around when he heard the words, but at this moment Liaoyuan's hand holding the hemp rope was slightly raised. One of the hemp ropes was lifted up by an invisible force and flew into the air. It came to the beam above the medicine shop and tied itself. A dead end.
At the same time, Liaoyuan's other hand stretched out, and Jia Shunwen, who was rolling on the ground in pain, was enveloped by a force and flew into the air. His neck involuntarily slowly came to the exposed hemp rope.
"What are you going to do!?" Seeing his nephew in trouble, Jia Lian's murderous intention solidified.
All his forbearance finally broke out at this moment.
Zheng!
There was a sword cry from the scabbard behind him, and Haoran's sword intention rose from the sword body, and at the same time, huge spiritual power spread out like a tide.
A long sword flew out, carrying Jia Lian's anger, and headed straight for Liao Yuan's face at an extremely fast speed.
That's Jia Lian's sword, called Bai Fei Chi.
Although it is just a spiritual sword.
But it is the best among the many spiritual swords in the Yaoguang Sword Pool.
Moreover, he has been with Jia Lian for many years and has a close connection with him. Under Jia Lian's encouragement, his combat power cannot be underestimated.
But Liaoyuan looked at the flying sword coming at him. His delicate face was like a mirror lake, without a single ripple.
Zheng! !
When the flying sword came within half an inch of Liaoyuan's eyebrows, it let out another sword cry.
More high-pitched.
More urgent.
But at the same time, there is also a hint of...
fear.
The flying speed of the sword suddenly stopped, as if it had hit an invisible wall.
Then a wisp of red aura emerged from Liaoyuan's eyebrows.
Thin and soft.
It touches the tip of the flying sword, and then flows along the tip to the sword body.
Just in the blink of an eye, that red ray of clarity wrapped around the sword, completely shrouding it in the red aura.
Jia Lian frowned when he saw this.
The flying sword he had just inspired was reserved.
At this moment, he was still trying his best to restrain himself.
He knew that it was important to kill Chu Qingxiao.
But the most important thing is that he can be justified and kill Chu Qingxiao in a way that blocks the mouths of Prince Wu's Mansion and Jian Tiansi.
So with this sword, he wanted to save his nephew.
But what he didn't expect was that Chu Qingxiao's symbiotic god of unknown origin seemed to be more powerful than he imagined.
He was about to activate his spiritual sword again, hoping to break Liao Yuan's strange method.
But the moment this thought just came up, a red light suddenly lit up in Liaoyuan's eyes.
The next moment, the red aura wrapped around Jia Lian's flying sword suddenly became hot and turned into a raging fire.
Zheng!
Jia Lian's expression changed, and he heard his sword blade screaming.
And because the mind was connected to the sword, the sword was in extreme pain under the strange flames, and this pain was also transmitted to Jia Lian's soul.
Jia Lian's face turned pale, and his attempts to activate his spiritual power came to a standstill.
Zheng!
Zheng!
The screams from his flying sword became more and more intense, and even an undetectable crack appeared on the blade of the spiritual sword, and as time went by, the crack had a clear tendency to spread.
He is going to destroy the Spirit Sword!
Such thoughts appeared in Jia Lian's mind for a moment.
For the first time, fear filled his heart.
"You..." He looked at Liao Yuan in shock and anger, his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.
But at this moment, the spiritual flames lingering on the spiritual sword suddenly converged, and the spiritual sword trembled and fell down.
Liao Yuan stretched out his hand and grasped the spiritual sword named Bai Fei Chi.
He stretched out his hand and touched the cracks on the sword, his eyes pitiful.
"The sword is a good sword."
"It's a pity that I didn't meet a good match."
He said this, brushing his fingers over the sword, and the cracks on the sword miraculously disappeared.
Whether it was the terrifying power of the spirit flames that burned the spirit sword and nearly destroyed it, or the method of repairing the spirit sword at this moment, it was all a matter of concern to Jia Lian, who had been an elder in Bai Tuofeng for many years and had seen a lot of time. It is still a method that is difficult to understand, even incredible.
Jia Lian had a look of horror on his face. He was also breathing heavily, bending his back and covering his heart. Big beads of sweat couldn't stop falling from his forehead.
And not just him.
Everyone present looked at the man in white standing in front of Chu Qingxiao with horrified expressions.
They never imagined that Chu Qingxiao's symbiotic spirit could have such terrifying combat power and that it could actually have the upper hand in a confrontation with a strong man from the Sixth Realm.
And judging from his calm demeanor at the moment, it seemed that all this was just a trivial matter to him.
It was only then that everyone present realized that the Chief Commander of the Sky Patrol Division seemed to be far from as simple as he seemed.
Everyone fell into astonishment and surprise.
But this shock and surprise did not last long.
"Well!"
"Well!"
"Well!"
A low wailing sound that seemed to be suffocating suddenly sounded, pulling everyone back from the shock of Liao Yuan's terrible method.
They subconsciously followed the sound and saw that above their heads, under the beam of the medicine shop, Jia Shunwen's feet were constantly swinging in mid-air.
His hands were tightly grasping the hemp rope, his face was purple and blue, veins popped out on his forehead, and the hemp rope around his neck tightened as he struggled, drawing a bloody mark on his neck.
This white-humped Mr. Jia was hung in the air at the stall where he was fighting Jia Lian in the Liaoyuan.
At the stall where no one noticed, in full view of everyone, he was about to be strangled to death by this hemp rope.
