At this time, Feng Xihan in Li Kezhou's arms suddenly whispered: "We still have a glimmer of hope, you can use me as a shield, don't worry! Liu Baichan doesn't dare to hurt me. If he hurts me, he will marry my father."
Having a deadly feud also means a complete break with our Sword Sect. This person is not an idiot and will never dare to mess around..."
Li Kezhou frowned slightly when he heard this.
He would never do such a despicable thing in the past or in the future by using a woman to make Liu Baichan surrender. Of course, he also understood Feng Xihan's good intentions.
When he saw the four people opposite him, they looked convinced of him, their faces full of interest, as if they wanted to see how he would die, and there was a touch of coldness on their faces.
He forced his sword wings and stood in the void.
"Crow Nine!"
The old man, covered in blood and severely injured, quickly bent down to listen.
Li Kezhou said expressionlessly: "Send Xihan back to Ziji Sword Sect, at least until I return to Sword Sect, you are responsible for protecting her, and there must be no mistakes!"
Feng Xihan's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and he looked at him in horror.
But before she could say anything else, the old man's sword flashed under his feet, and the two of them fled quickly.
The old man was die-hardly loyal to the ancestor Ziji and did not allow him to disobey him in any way. From the beginning to the end, he never said a word.
"Mo...chen..."
Feng Xihan's cry with a crying sound came from afar.
Liu Baichan frowned slightly, looking at the direction in which the two people were escaping, tapping the scabbard with his index finger rhythmically, as if he was considering whether to leave the two of them behind.
In the end, he seemed to be afraid after all and did not go after him.
He had just learned Yajiu's methods, so it was inevitable that he would not be as strong as him, but if the other party was determined to escape, he was not 100% confident in intercepting and killing the two of them.
And if the interception fails and the opponent returns to the Sword Sect, the Liyue Sword Sect and the Ziji Sword Sect will inevitably break up completely, and a war is not impossible. Instead of taking such a dangerous risk, it is better to let the two of them leave.
And in his eyes, those two people had no interests that made him tempted. What he wanted was the Sword Infant, and the Sword Infant was only in Li Kezhou's hands.
Lu Jianyun and Liu Mengli were not idiots, and they understood what Feng Xihan meant. No one dared to take action without permission, so they could only watch the two of them flee with unwillingness on their faces.
"Boy! You didn't take me seriously at first, but I didn't expect that you exceeded my expectations time and time again. Not to mention the pair of sword wings with terrifying defensive power, the old ghost before was also a master of the Return to Truth Realm after all.
Being able to listen to your orders makes me more and more curious about your identity..."
When Liu Baichan said this, Lu Jianyun and Liu Mengli looked at Li Kezhou a little differently.
They were obviously horrified that he could command a powerful sword cultivator in the Return to True Realm like his subordinates.
Liu Baichan's eyes flickered: "You kid has a lot of secrets. After this, I can't let you die easily. I will take you back to the Sword Sect and torture you in detail."
Liu Mengli's eyes lit up: "Father is right! Capture him alive and torture him about how he cultivated this sword wing. Such a shocking method is definitely not worthy of this beast."
Liu Baichan smiled and nodded: "Boy! You took my sword, and now even if you don't die, you have no power to resist. Do you decide to resist, or do you plan to follow me obediently?"
Li Kezhou glanced in the direction where Feng Xihan left, and saw that the two people had disappeared, with a ferocious smile on his pale face.
He glanced at the four of them and said coldly: "I'm going to leave today, and whoever stops me will die. When the time comes, I'll be gone. Don't say I didn't warn you."
After he finished speaking, he flapped his sword wings and flew away through the air.
"Don't let him go, this bastard is the best at bluffing people!" Lu Jianhu shouted hurriedly.
Without his reminder, Liu Baichan would naturally not be timid because of the other party's words. What's more, the other party's cultivation level, in his eyes, was not even as good as an ant.
"You don't know how to live or die. If you don't take the chance to survive and insist on wanting to die, then I will help you!"
Liu Baichan was completely murderous.
In the last sword, the power he exerted was less than 10%. In order to make a quick decision at this moment, the power was immediately increased to 50%. With this sword, the master of Yuantai could only end up with hatred.
The sword energy flew across the sky...
The crescent moon formed by Izumo's sword energy, with a dazzling silver color, slashed forward...
Seeing this sword light, Lu Jianyun's eyes showed horror, and he shouted out loud: "This is... Chuyue Izumo!"
"The Izumo Sword Qi is indeed the Shenlan Sword Qi. The sword Qi ranked twenty-third is indeed not comparable to the Tianmen Sword Qi of my Lu family! In the end, who can survive the whole battle?"
Liu Mengli raised her chin, with a proud look on her face, and said with a smile: "But it's a pity! It's really unbelievable that this person died so easily. That pair of sword wings."
Several people looked like they were watching a show, and saw that the huge crescent moon was about to strike Li Kezhou. At the critical moment, they suddenly turned around, pointed their swords, and threw something away.
The thing was completely black and was about the size of a brocade bag. As soon as it was taken away from the hand, the brocade bag disappeared for no apparent reason, and a drop of water that was invisible to the naked eye shot out.
It was Li Kezhou who accidentally obtained that drop of turbid demon water while washing the sword spring.
This seemingly inconspicuous drop of water contains two ultimate powers.
One is the turbid demon energy that the Yin Zhuo Old Demon has refined for hundreds of years; the other is the origin of the innate sword energy in the Sword Cleansing Spring. One is incorruptible, and the other is endlessly sharp.
The black water passed through unimpeded and hit the sword light, which was penetrated silently. Liu Baichan was shot through the protective sword light by the drop of black water before he noticed anything strange.
He noticed something was wrong, and instinctively made a sideways dodge movement, narrowly avoiding the drop of black water, leaving only a slightly invisible scar on the side of his face.
"What's going on?"
The expressions of the other three people changed drastically.
They were not Liu Baichan. They did not notice the invisible drop of water, but they saw that the sword light that was going towards Li Kezhou suddenly collapsed and turned into a black stream just when it was about to hit the opponent.
The energy and sharpness are gone.
But although the edge of the sword was lost, the intention of the sword was still there. Like a kite with its string cut off, Li Kezhou plunged into the sea of clouds below.
"Father! Don't let him run away." Liu Mengli shouted urgently.
But strangely, she didn't hear a response, and the three of them turned to look.
At this sight, the color on the three people's faces suddenly disappeared.
Liu Baichan's whole body was filled with black, and his eyes were filled with fear.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and wiped the left side of his face. A black blood droplet, a hundred times smaller than a grain of rice, appeared on his finger.
"No...impossible! I, Liu Baichan, will never die here without any reason!"
Liu Baichan's eyes showed fear and he roared loudly, using up almost all his strength.
But as soon as he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly became filled with black energy, and all the sword energy in his body was being eaten away by the turbidity.
The three of them were so frightened that they retreated desperately.
Liu Baichan looked desperate and his body was charred black.
Under the stunned gazes of the three people, the others were like burnt charcoal, gradually dissipating into a piece of black ashes, and dissipated with the wind.