Jin Sang, the core disciple of the Zixiao Sword Sect, does not have even a god-level elixir in his body, let alone a divine elixir, not even a top-grade elixir. At this moment, he is lying on the ring powerlessly, fuming.
Like a hairspring.
Opposite, after Xue Ran, a disciple of Thunder Sword Sect, swallowed the god-level elixir, both his injuries and the power of cultivation in his body were rapidly recovering. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on Jin Sang lying on the ground.
There was murderous look on his pale face, and then he took hard steps, holding the divine sword and approaching Jin Sang step by step.
"It's unforgivable that you caused me such serious injuries. This is definitely the biggest shame in my life."
"This shame can only be repaid with your blood." Xue Ran gritted his teeth, and the divine sword in his hand gradually bloomed with bright sword light.
High in the sky, Nong Fugui's face was gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "We, the disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect, will lose in this battle!" As he said that, Nong Fugui was about to fly down.
"Wait a minute, Elder Nong, I think it's better for the disciples of your sect to admit defeat on this matter." But this time, Lang Qi stopped in front of Nong Fugui, and a wave of energy belonging to the fifth level of the Immortal King Realm was blocked.
The momentum locks the wealthy farmers and prevents them from leaving.
"Jin Sang has been seriously injured and is unable to fight anymore. As an elder of the sect, I have the right to make decisions for my disciples." Nong Fugui said with a gloomy face, his old eyes gradually becoming sharper: "Could it be that, you guys
Do the disciples of Jing Lei Sword Sect sincerely want to kill the core disciples of Zixiao Sword Sect in an honorable and fair manner in the arena?"
Lang Qi turned a deaf ear to Nong Fugui's doubts, but turned to stare down at Jin Sang, who was lying on the ring. A hypocritical smile appeared on his face, and he said slowly: "Your name is Jin Sang, right? In Zi
It took more than 800,000 years of cultivation within the Xiaojian Sect to reach today's realm. But do you know how long Xue Ran, your opponent, has been practicing for? Over 70,000 years, Xue Ran has reached this realm from a mere mortal.
It took more than 70,000 years, but it is less than one-tenth of your time, but in the end, you are no match for him."
Jin Sang was not unconscious, so he heard Lang Qi's words clearly, and there was anger in his old eyes.
Because this battle is very unfair to him!
"Jin Sang, now give you a chance to admit defeat to Xue Ran and admit that as a disciple of the Zixiao Sword Sect, you are far inferior to our disciples of the Thunder Sword Sect. Otherwise, the two of you will continue to fight." Lang
Qina's humiliating words came down from the air. Not only was Jin Sang's face pale with anger, but even many disciples of Zixiao Sword Sect clenched their fists, and the anger in their hearts could not be increased.
"I...will not...give up...I will never...rather...fight to death than...bow down to you..." On the ring, lying on the ground
Jin Sang made the sound of gnashing his teeth intermittently.
"You Thunder Sword Sect have gone too far." The sect leader Chen Shuzhi also made a cold voice.
"If you think it's too much, then you, the Zixiao Sword Sect, don't participate in the bets in the arena, and take all of your sect members to move out of the sect immediately." Lang Qi chuckled.
Nong Fugui and Chen Shuzhi fell into silence.
Below, Jian Chen, who was standing among a group of worshippers, paused for a moment on Nong Fugui and Chen Shuzhi, and then turned his eyes to the arena. As soon as his mind moved, an invisible wisp of sword intent condensed from the void, and was passed by him through the laws of space.
, it was sent directly into Jin Sang's body without anyone noticing.
"Continue to burn your origin to activate this ray of sword intent in your body to kill your opponent. Although this is not your own strength, it may make you feel that you are invincible, but in this arena battle, against
It’s unfair for the disciples of Zixiao Sword Sect.”
Jian Chen changed his voice and transmitted the message to Jin Sang. Except for Jin Sang, no one in the room could hear this part of the message.
Suddenly, Jin Sang's gloomy eyes rekindled hope. Although he didn't know who was helping him, he could feel the power of the sword in his body.
This is definitely a powerful force that can kill any Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal.
The next moment, Jin Sang continued to burn the remaining life source, and an invisible fire appeared on his body. With the support of this flame, he stood up from the ring with difficulty.
At this time, Xue Ran came to the opposite side of Jin Sang with a trembling step while carrying the divine sword. With a cruel look on his face, he was about to strike with the sword.
However, at this moment, a strong sword intent burst out from Jin Sang's body, and then turned into a sword light that soared into the sky and enveloped Xue Ran in an instant.
The sword light came and went quickly. Before anyone could react, the sword light blooming from Jin Sang's body had already disappeared.
Then, as if Jin Sang had lost all his strength, he fell straight on the ring, his eyes closed tightly, and he fell into a deep coma.
Opposite him, Xue Ran, a disciple of the Thunder Sword Sect, stood stiffly, with a thin bloodstain between his eyebrows.
Although his body did not fall down, his soul had been torn apart and his body and soul were completely destroyed.
High in the air, Lang Qi's expression suddenly changed, and he appeared on the ring in an instant, staring at Xue Ran with a terrifying light in his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
Nong Fugui also came to Jin Sang. He first looked at Xue Ran with a surprised expression, and then without any hesitation, he immediately left with Jin Sang.
Chen Shuzhi, the leader of the Zixiao Sword Sect, appeared on the ring, frowned and stared at the fallen Xue Ran, and murmured: "What kind of secret method is this? As the leader of a sect, I have never heard of the secret method within my Zixiao Sword Sect.
Do you keep such secrets?"
Suddenly, a powerful murderous intention filled the air, and Lang Qi's face was extremely gloomy. With a monstrous anger in his eyes, he looked at Jin Sang, who was protected by the peasant rich and noble, and had fallen into a coma. He let out an icy cold sound.
A bone-chilling voice: "You are so brave, you dare to kill my disciples of Thunder Sword Sect. Zixiao Sword Sect must give me an explanation for this matter."
"The death of your Jing Lei Sword Sect disciple was just an accident. Jin Sang is now severely injured, his foundation is damaged, and he has fallen into a deep coma. From this point, it is not difficult to see that his last move was not his own at all.
Otherwise, he would not have fallen into this situation." Nong Fugui said in a deep voice: "And when the two sides are fighting, it is inevitable that the enemy will lose ground. This must be true, and you must also understand it in your heart."
"Accident? You want to expose this matter with a simple accident?" Lang Qi's eyes became extremely terrifying, like a ferocious beast, with a smell of bloodthirsty, he stared at Nong Fugui with sharp eyes,
He said word by word: "Leave this person to me. I hope you won't force me to do it myself."
"Hahaha, can the Thunder Sword Sect just not afford to lose?" At this moment, a burst of laughter came, and Jiang Nan, who was standing in the group of worshipers, walked out and said loudly: "The one who set up the arena to fight is
You, you are the one who undermines fairness, and you are the one who wants to kill someone in the ring. Now that your people have been killed, you are not happy with the result. After all, your Thunder Sword Sect is a reputable sect. When did you become such a sect?
Are you so shameless that you can’t even afford to lose an arena battle?”
Lang Qi glanced at Jiangnan with his gloomy eyes and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
"The enshrinement of the Zixiao Sword Sect, Jiangnan, comes from the Jiang family in the Jiyao Heaven Realm." Jiangnan sneered.
When he heard about the Jiang family of Jiyao Tianjie, Lang Qi's pupils shrank immediately, showing a strong look of fear. He was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "This is between us and the Zixiao Sword Sect, and you guys
Offerings from outside have nothing to do with it."
"It doesn't matter. What's wrong? I just can't stand the way your Thunder Sword Sect can't afford to lose. I'd like to stand up and say something fair." Jiang Nan looked contemptuous.
Lang Qi slowly closed his eyes and did not continue to argue with Jiang Nan. When he opened his eyes again, they showed a heart-stopping coldness.
The next moment, he left the ring with Xue Ran's body.
In the second game, Zixiao Sword Sect wins!
"The next battle will matter life or death. Once in the ring, only one person can survive."
"Yaoyang, come on!" Lang Qi's voice came out.
On the arena below, the second disciple of the Thunder Sword Sect flew up and shouted in the direction of the main peak: "Purple Night Sword Sect, whoever comes to fight, life or death!"
"Yaoyang must have a divine weapon on his body, as well as varying amounts of magical elixirs." Jiang Nan's voice came again, with a sneer on his face: "You Thunder Sword Sect are determined to bully Zixiao Sword.
The disciples of the sect don’t have any divine weapons or god-level elixirs. In other words, do you want the Zixiao Sword Sect to leave the Zixiao Sword Domain in the most ugly and desolate way?”
Hearing this, a group of core disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect changed their expressions one after another, and immediately their mood sank to the bottom. Those disciples who were originally gearing up and wanting to go up for a fight also stopped at this moment.
In their eyes, this arena battle is related to the face and dignity of the sect. Every battle is very important, and they will not dare to take the lead without being certain.
"Let me do it." At this moment, Jian Chen stood up and flew directly onto the ring.
"Isn't that Jian Chen's offering? Why did he go to join the battle?" Looking at Jian Chen standing on the ring, all the disciples of Zixiao Sword Sect were stunned, and even the dozens of offerings showed surprise.
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High in the sky, the eyes of Chen Shuzhi and Nong Fugui also fell on Jian Chen.
Lang Qi glanced at Jian Chen sharply and said condescendingly: "This is a matter between our Thunder Sword Sect and Zixiao Sword Sect. What qualifications do you, an external servant, have to participate?"
Jian Chen ignored Lang Qi. He had stayed in the Zixiao Sword Sect for some time and naturally knew that the Zixiao Sword Sect had a rule, which was that all external guardians were not allowed to participate in the internal affairs of the sect.
There are only two areas where the guardians of the Zixiao Sword Sect need to contribute. One is to contribute their strength to the Gathering Spirit Mountain, and the other is to assist the disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect to gather the seven-color sword lotus.
The number of strong men in the Zixiao Sword Sect is too small. Whether it is to activate the Spirit Gathering Mountain or to condense the Seven Color Sword Lotus, the strength of the Sword Sect itself is simply not enough and must be recruited from outside.
But Zixiao Sword Sect has many enemies, its development is limited, and it is always under threat. Under normal circumstances, no strong person will join such a sect, so Zixiao Sword Sect has issued these rules for external guardians.
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And these protectors are not actually disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect. At most, they can be regarded as a contractual relationship.
Jian Chen looked at the leader of the Zixiao Sword Sect, Chen Shuzhi, and the elder Nong Fugui, and said: "Jian Chen, I am willing to join the Zixiao Sword Sect, become a member of the Zixiao Sword Sect, and fight for the Zixiao Sword Sect. I don't know.