Balian's eyes flicked past Yan Yun's hand, his eyes drooped, and there was no strange color on his face. He looked at Li Jiujiu again, wondering if he could see through her daughter's family's thoughts, smiled, and said: "I
I have someone in my hand."
Li Jiujiu lowered his head shyly, but saw that his sleeves and skirt were covered with blood, mud and wolf blood. He was so embarrassed that he immediately buried his cheeks in his palms, trying to pretend that he was just a stranger to him.
The Yinling Ghost Tiger held up his two legs and walked behind Balian on cat steps. The ghostly fire returned to his eyes as he looked around at the people in front of him.
Their hearts immediately froze, and under the gaze of such a pair of ghostly eyes, a chill filled their hearts.
"Thank you for your generous help." Zhang Yaotang took a step forward, the suspicion in his eyes still lingering. He still has no idea what method this young man used to kill the wolves, and even the demon wolf king was spared.
Disaster.
Bai Lian remained silent and looked at Yan Yun quietly.
The calm gaze made Zhang Yaotang feel inexplicably uneasy. He did not notice that there was a small sword in his Taoist companion's hand. He frowned and moved his steps quietly, crossing it in front of Yan Yun.
He was frightened by the Yin Spirit White Tiger, so he introduced in a very polite tone: "This is my Taoist companion, Yan Yun. I wonder if you have any concerns, brother?"
Balian nodded very politely, glanced sideways at Li Jiujiu behind him, and introduced him: "This girl is also my Taoist companion, Li Jiujiu. I wonder if you can give in?"
Li Jiujiu's shoulders trembled, his fingers spread apart, and his eyes peeked at him through the gaps between his fingers.
Zhang Yaotang looked a little unnatural and said: "Taoist companions are not allowed to come out."
Bai Lian raised his brows, his posture of carrying and lifting people did not change, and he said sternly: "Then I won't let you go."
After he finished speaking, a strong wind came from his side. When the soft hair blew against his cheek, it suddenly became a bit fierce.
The blue luster flickered out of nowhere, drawing a sharp circular semi-arc in the darkness.
In the middle of the arc was Zhang Yaotang, who was deliberately bypassed.
The sharp end is Yan Yun who is in a daze.
A scream arose.
Blood dripped to the ground.
Everyone looked at the expressionless Bai Lian in shock, and then looked at Yan Yun with fearful eyes.
It's the Autumn Water Sword.
It penetrated deeply into her shoulder, the wound was extremely deep!
Yan Yun's lips were extremely pale, and a needle-like sting came from her shoulder, like the poisonous needle of an ice scorpion drilling through the bones and skin.
She reached out with trembling hands, holding the Qiu Shui Sword and trying to pull it out, but was horrified to find that a strange chill emanated from this ordinary treasure, and the sword's edge and her bones were frozen to death.
If he were to forcefully pull out the sword, the entire shoulder blade would be destroyed.
Zhang Yaotang showed anger on his face and said sternly: "What are you doing?!"
Balian pressed his lips with the back of his hand to suppress the pain in his throat. After the desire to cough was suppressed, he slowly lowered his arm and said calmly: "She grabbed the sword to kill."
Zhang Yaotang was startled. He looked at Li Jiujiu on the tiger's claws and recognized at a glance that the injury on her shoulder was his Jingyue Sect's Luoyin Palm, and his heart sank.
Seeing the unfamiliar little sword in Yan Yun's hand again, her sinking heart couldn't help but rise to her throat again.
If others knew that he, a disciple of Jingyue Sect and Taoist monk Zhang Yaotang, had actually committed a sinister act of seizing a sword and killing people, it would not only be a loss to his and his wife's face.
The complicated emotions in Zhang Yaotang's eyes quickly subsided, and he said sternly: "It's ridiculous! How could a member of our Jingyue Sect take away the sword of a disciple of a third-rate force? This sword originally belonged to our Jingyue Sect! What, you hurt someone for no reason?
You still want to take advantage of all the truth!"
There was a scuffle just now, but no one cared about others and simply denied it.
What's more, he didn't believe that Li Jiujiu, with his background, could come up with a spiritual weapon. It must have come from something shady.
If you tell me, who will believe it?
As if he had already guessed what he would say, Balian slowly raised his eyebrows and said only one word: "Go home."
Yan Yun let out another shrill scream.
The quiet little sword in the palm buzzed, and suddenly burst out with orange-yellow sword energy. The power of the attracted spiritual weapon can be imagined.
Yan Yun was completely defenseless again, her fingers were sliced off, and five pillars of scarlet blood spurted out. The orange-yellow sword broke through the blood and came to dance around Bai Lian. The vertical and horizontal sword energy made the remaining people faintly frightened.
.
Finally, under the signal from his eyes, it fell obediently into Li Jiujiu's hand, and the sharp sword energy instantly became as gentle as the wind, slowly wrapping around his fingertips.
Seeing this, even though Zhang Yaoyun was full of resentment, he had to grit his teeth and swallow.
It is so easy to break open the sea realm's physical palm. If you don't get the spiritual weapon and identify its owner, you will definitely not be able to show the power of a middle-grade spiritual weapon that is difficult to control in the ordinary sea-opening realm with just one word of 'return'.
Nine.
The corners of Bailian's lips were slightly curved, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes. He lowered his eyes and said coldly: "So the swords belonging to the Jingyue Sect are all dogs? But I didn't throw any bones here."
Reality was like a hard slap, making Zhang Yaozong's cheeks sore.
Several people watching the show also cast sarcastic glances.
Li Jiujiu was dumbfounded, wondering when the reserved and cute sweetheart in her boudoir had become so vicious and terrifying.
But... he looks really good when he's angry.
"Even so, don't you think this is a bit too much? You know, a palm is more important to an array warlock than his own life!" Zhang Yaozong said in a low voice with uncontrollable anger in his eyes.
Although he didn't have much affection for his elder's proposed wife, he had to admit that Yan Yun's weight in the sect did bring him excellent support and help.
Now it is abandoned like this.
Zhang Yaozong's answer was that the Qiu Shui Sword penetrated three points deeper again. Yan Yun screamed repeatedly, unable to stand still anymore and fell to her knees.
Bailian said: "Then I can do as you wish and take her life."
Zhang Yaozong was so angry that he was shaking all over: "You are being unreasonable!"
Yan Yun's eyes were sad: "Yao Zong, save me..."
Bailian said: "Jiujiu was kind enough to help, but she pushed Jiujiu into the wolf's mouth. This is not just unreasonable. If I can't recall this sword, you will insist that this sword belongs to your sect."
, who should I argue with?"
His dark eyes stared at him: "Since you don't make sense, why bother looking for sense in others?"
Yan Yun trembled in her voice and said: "Li Jiujiu is fine and fine now. Now that your fingers have been cut off and your anger is gone, why haven't you left anyone alone? Do you really want to kill me and carry a life with me?"
Is Jingyue Sect an enemy?"
Bailian said: "It's not a bad idea."
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