Suning responded with two killing formations based on Spring and Autumn Chess.
One place connects the Yinmu crutches, and the other connects the majestic air waves accumulated in the periphery.
Blind Tong just set up the formation and turned a deaf ear to Suning's cynicism.
At the same time, Liu Sansheng, who was waiting to see what happened, also took action.
He pointed his fingers towards the sky, inhaling the thin white mist between the nine peaks of Kunlun.
The mist swims on the fingertips and gradually turns into transparent water droplets the size of soybeans.
Reflecting the calm Suning, the sallow face wearing a human skin mask.
Liu Sansheng flicked his finger, water droplets rose into the sky.
"Wow."
The sword rain filled the sky in a mighty manner, and there was no time to tell whether it was rain or sword.
The silver light was endless, and the shadow of the sword flashed again and again.
"Blind man, you take the lead and I'll attack."
Liu Sansheng burst out with fighting spirit and said: "We promised that girl from Yun Zong that if possible, we must avenge her killing of Tigou."
Blind Tong said excitedly: "Come."
"Click."
The Yin wooden crutch was sunk deeply into the thick floor tiles, and nineteen gray rays of light immediately condensed on the Spring and Autumn chessboard.
Blind Tong grabbed it with his backhand, and the first white stone entered the game, which was safe and sound.
Liu Sansheng raised his arms and quietly entered the formation.
"Yigou, at Tianshou Cemetery a few years ago, I once demonstrated for you the Supreme Being's Forgetfulness."
"That sword lacks the Taixuan Sword, but you have the Xunlong Pen."
"Today, I will give you another sword."
"With Blind Tong's help, can you catch it?"
He said with high spirits: "I said that no one can disturb Xiaomeng and I's life of "keeping aloof from the world."
"You can't do it, and Su Xinglan can't do it even more."
"Whoever provokes us will die."
He deliberately said the word "indifferent to the world" very hard.
Blind Tong may not understand, but Suning understands.
He put away the dragon-seeking pen, and facing Liu Sansheng's all-out sword, he took the first step to the main peak square.
The person seems to be still standing where he is.
But his hand was strangely pressed on Liu Sansheng's chest.
"This palm is returned to you for Jingyue."
Suning's efforts were in vain, and his right arm trembled.
"Wow."
Liu Sansheng spurted blood and retreated uncontrollably.
He bowed and roared in extreme pain: "Ten, eighteen levels of force."
"No, that's impossible."
"It is Su Xinglan who will overcome the tribulation, not you."
"That night, you were clearly in Kyoto, protecting Lingxi by her side and absorbing the Bafang Yin Nai Formation that I prepared for you."
"You, your cultivation..."
"How can you survive the thunder tribulation quietly without causing any strange phenomena in the heaven and earth?"
Suning pressed forward step by step: "Want to know?"
"Come on, I'll tell you when you close your eyes."
"Let you die with peace of mind and walk in a down-to-earth manner."
"Whatever you did to Jingyue and Lingxi, I will repay you today."
Liu Sansheng was suddenly frightened and flew out of the killing formation without looking back.
Suning chased after him like a cat playing with a mouse and said: "Don't be afraid, you have a trump card, the Demon-Slaying Talisman that originally belonged to Kunlun, take it out and show it."
Blind Tong, who was maintaining the killing array, felt cold all over his body and his face was pale.
Seeing Liu Sansheng fleeing, he rushed to the foot of Kunlun Mountain without hesitation.
"Did I let you go?"
Suning's voice rang in his ears, and the Xunlong Pen blocked his way.
"Yi, Yigou, you can't kill me."
At a critical moment, Blind Tong, who had always been calm and composed, panicked.
