Balian looked solemn and said seriously: "Your current situation is very strange. It seems that you cannot draw your sword casually. It is too dangerous."
Of course Jinsheng knew that this was very dangerous. Not only was it dangerous, but the cost of drawing the sword was very high.
But at this moment, he couldn't think about the so-called cost of drawing the sword.
He stumbled and struggled to get up. He even forgot to remove the two swords stuck in his waist and abdomen. He let the movement tear the wound, and the pain could not eliminate the shock in his heart at this moment.
He swallowed, along with the cold rainwater in his mouth, and looked at Balian like he was looking at a monster: "Who...are you?"
He suddenly recalled that when the little corpse demon saved him, he seemed to have sheathed his kite sword just like he did now...
At that time, his mind was not very clear, and he thought he was forced to return to the sheath at the last moment.
Now combine it with the scene in front of you.
It turns out that the two sheaths were all caused by this little corpse demon!
Jinsheng was a little confused.
Balian frowned and reached out, pulled out the two swords from his waist for him, threw them on the messy ground, turned his head and looked at Lin Guiyuan and said: "I'm sorry, Brother Lin, do you have any medicine here? My friend is injured.
Very heavy."
In this strange place, among this group of strange humans, the only one he could trust was Lin Guiyuan.
Lin Guiyuan was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "He...he was very...severely injured. Ordinary...medicines...should be useless. I...I'll go find Mr. Shanfu."
As he spoke, a thick mist spread out from his body, and the mist enveloped his figure and disappeared.
Balian smiled knowingly when he saw this scene.
At this moment, everyone finally recovered from their shock and looked at Balian with an unbelievable and flattering look.
They have not forgotten who this dignified Thirteenth Sword of Tianxi was fighting for.
Everyone found it a bit strange.
A famous swordsman from a generation would actually condescend to get to know a mere nobody in the Tao-seeking realm.
The style of the Tianxi Sword Sect is indeed very understandable.
However, it was a shock. Now that the noble man was right in front of him, and he looked troubled and seriously injured, it was a good opportunity to show off his talents.
We can't let that stupid boy take all the credit alone.
The wetness in someone's crotch jumped out immediately before they could deal with it.
He said with a flattering smile: "Yuan... Lord Jinsheng's injury is so serious. I have a good healing pill here, which can be used by Lord Jinsheng."
Immediately, some people also realized it and looked at the guy who was so scared that he peed his pants with disdain.
"What kind of miraculous medicine can a small Qianqian Sect produce? I have it. I have it. Lord Jinsheng, I see that your breath is unstable and your spiritual power is turbulent. You must have suffered extremely serious internal injuries. I have a Thousand-Year Spirit Pill here."
Ginseng can strengthen the body and strengthen the body, and is very helpful for internal injuries."
With a smile on his face, the man unceremoniously pushed away the guy who peed his pants, took out a brocade box and said.
Each and every one of them showed concern and sincerity, no longer feeling cold and cold.
Jinsheng finally stopped looking at Balian and put away the complicated shock in his heart.
Then a contemptuous sneer came out of his pale lips and teeth: "Lord Jinsheng? Is my name worthy of you?"
Covered in blood, his breath was extremely weak, and his body was seriously injured like a dying tiger.
But the moment he simply raised his eyes, a cold feeling hit his heart!
The stabbing made everyone fall back again and again.
He took two steps forward, kicked the two blackened and rain-soaked corpses, and sneered: "Just now I heard with my own ears that you said these two are your role models, and you should learn from them and spread them, eh?
"
A slight hum made everyone tremble violently.
Mr. Meng was quite a figure. Although there was respect in his eyes, there was not much flattery in his eyes. He just kept smiling wryly.
He was always good at words, but when Jin Sheng's identity was exposed, he didn't say another word, he just kept stroking the fly whisk between his arms.
Jin Sheng covered the bleeding wound with his hand, his face showed no sign of pain, and he even sneered: "And you."
His eyes moved and he looked at the young man who threatened to give spiritual ginseng as a gift.
"I remember clearly that you said you wanted to engrave the names of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang on your sword as a tribute?"
He grinned, revealing a mouth of teeth stained red by blood, and said with a serious smile: "I think this idea is very good. These two people are from the other side of the sea. If you enshrine the names of these two people on your sword,
Go up, there is no need to leave this mountain realm, because our sect leader knows about your rebellious behavior, and no matter where you are hiding, he will not let you go."
Jinsheng looked at him with a kind of pity: "Be proud, there are not many people who can be targeted by our lord."
Hearing this sentence, the man was so frightened that he dropped the precious spiritual ginseng in his hand to the ground.
He knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed vigorously, saying: "You deserve to be damned, you villain! You, the villain, have eyes that don't recognize Mount Tai! It's only my fault that I, a human being with naked eyes, can't tell the truth from falsehood, and mistake evil spirits for orthodoxy. I really deserve to die!"
Jinsheng was obviously a very generous person, so he snorted and didn't make things more difficult.
Balian glanced at him lightly, his eyes as gentle as water without much emotion, and said slowly and calmly: "Since you think you deserve to die, why are you still hesitating? The sword is at your waist.
"
As soon as these words came out, Jin Sheng was stunned.
Then he chuckled, and if he had to cover the wound with his hands, he would have clapped his hands.
"Yes, yes, the sword is in your hand. It's rare for you to have such awareness. It's not a bad idea to do it yourself."
The man was about to burst into tears and glared at Balian with resentment.
But at this moment, he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction, so he kowtowed even harder, with blood dripping down his forehead, and kept begging for mercy: "I hope you don't remember the mistakes of villains!!!"
Obviously this person does not have the consciousness of committing suicide.
Soon, Lin Guiyuan got the medicine, gave Jinsheng some medicine, and then helped him sit under a tree.
Although Jin Sheng treated everyone with a bad look, he was also very polite to those who were kind to him.
He curbed his arrogance, said thank you, then sat under the tree and began to regulate his breathing.
Everyone dared to get into trouble at this time, and they dispersed like birds and beasts.
Looking at Jin Sheng, who was regulating his breath and recovering from his injuries under the tree, his entire right hand holding the sword was torn by the sword energy and was dripping with blood. The wound was so deep that the bone was visible.
It was obvious that the damage caused to him by drawing the sword this time was more than ten times more serious than the last time.
Even though the sword has been sheathed at this moment, his bloody arm, which had no clothes to cover, the bright red cracks not only showed no signs of improvement under the medical treatment given to him by Lin Guiyuan, but instead slowly continued to crack and spread. Like Long Night Walk
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