Chapter 8: Lessons from Blood

"Explain to you? Hum. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info" Zhan Bai snorted coldly, "Meng Zongmen, we are all smart people, so don't treat each other as fools, right?" ā€

"But no matter what, the final result is that an elder of my Infinite Sword Sect has died." Meng Wei gritted his teeth and said, he is really angry and hateful now, not only because of Zhanbai, but also because of the dead madness.

You said that you were despicable, but you did that kind of thing, but it didn't work out, and you put yourself in it, which is really innocent.

It's good now, if you die, you will die, and you will leave such a mess behind, as the sect master of the Infinite Sword Sect, no matter what the considerations, he will ask Zhan Bai for some justice.

"So what? Did you say before that the point is over? Zhan Bai was dismissive.

"You...... Too much deception. Meng Wei was furious, and stood up from the chair suddenly, and the terrifying momentum that belonged to the True Ancient Realm suddenly swept towards Zhanbai.

But is this useful for Zhanbai?

Isn't it really amazing? I slaughtered a few more not long ago.

Zhan Bai's face did not change, he sneered again and again, and looked at Meng with different eyes, as if he was looking at a clown.

"If you dare to go to the ring, you must be prepared to be killed. Life and death have life and wealth in the sky, can't you afford to lose the immeasurable sword gate? Zhan Bai scoffed.

The cause and effect of what happened just now, as long as you are not blind, you can see who is right and who is wrong. In fact, Zhanbai can talk about the theory of things.

But Zhanbai didn't do it in the end, but made a strong posture, the reason why this is so is only because he knows deeply that even if he has enough reason, what can he do? Will the other party take the initiative to give up the century-old foundation to himself?

In that case, why bother.

On the way to cultivation, the strong are respected. Only a fist big and hard enough can occupy the truth.

"It's a life and death, I just hope that Sect Master Chu won't regret it." Meng Wei said with a gloomy expression.

"Oh, Sect Master Meng is threatening me?" Spread his eyes and squinted slightly.

"So what? As you said, the sword has no eyes, and this is just the first fight. Meng Wei said without showing weakness.

Scold!!!!

Hearing this, Zhan Bai turned around sharply and turned to the five girls in Tianchi.

"Listen to the five of you, in the next battle, you don't need to care about the candle flame, no matter who you meet, you will ...... Kill it. ā€

But you're not the only one who threatens, Zhanbai prefers to slap his face with action.

"Chu Chi, don't go too far!" When Meng Wei heard this, his face changed suddenly, and his whole body trembled sharply under his anger.

A mere disciple of the Sword Pavilion's Fourth-Rank Tai Xuan Realm could kill an elder of the Tai Gu Realm of this sect, and under such a fact, the other nine people who participated in the battle on paper this time, even including another elder of the Tai Gu Realm, who could be spared.

This is not a fight at all, but a complete murder.

Not to mention the two elders of the Ancient Realm, even if the other eight people are all the most talented disciples in the sect, if they have anything to do, the blow to the Infinite Sword Sect will not be heavy, and there will even be a fault line in talents.

This is almost a catastrophe for a small sect living in a fiercely competitive giant deer continent.

Potential, this thing, is actually very subtle.

For example, now, first Zhan Xiao fought a success, and then Zhan Bai's strong threat, under the double blow, the morale of the immeasurable sword gate, which originally occupied the geographical advantages, people, almost fell to the bottom, and the general trend condensed also collapsed silently. On the other hand, on the Sword Pavilion's side, the fighting spirit is high, and it invisibly puts more pressure on the other party.

If you can sit as the master of a sect, there is absolutely no easy way to be with you, and it is not easy for Meng to be different.

Soon calmed down from his anger, and after some careful consideration, he had to accept the fact that there was no way or need to go on with the words on paper. Instead of watching the elite of the sect die, it is better to admit defeat happily.

The strength of the Sword Pavilion is undoubtedly evident in just a stick of incense.

And this is what Meng Wei is most worried about.

The soldiers on paper have lost so badly, so the second civil fight, is there any way to continue?

Feeling the countless pairs of eyes of the entire sect looking at him, Meng Wei suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

"On paper, we admit defeat." When Meng Wei finally made this decision, not only did he not feel a sense of shame in his heart, but he was greatly relieved.

All the elders and disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect were the same, but their gray expressions became more and more gloomy.

Meng Wei's decision is undoubtedly right, but even if everyone knows it, it is still difficult to hide the depression caused by the rout, and the morale is becoming more and more low.

"Master, no. The disciple never believed that each of those five women was so powerful. Maybe they just calculated that we would first take the person with the lowest cultivation to do it, and then deliberately arranged it. With that woman's skills, she is by no means an ordinary disciple, and may even be the biggest hole card. So, as long as we can defeat that woman, we can achieve the final victory. At this moment, a discordant voice roared, isn't it the Tianxuan who was beaten by Zhan Xiao before and couldn't find the north.

At this time, where is Tianxuan's former arrogance, his pale face is full of hatred, before, after being sent to the square by Tianxue, he was picked up by several disciples to heal.

At this time, hearing that Shizun had made such a decision, he couldn't help it anymore, and retorted.

I have to say that Tianxuan's analysis is still very reasonable, and it also makes many people from the Infinite Sword Sect moved.

In fact, what Tianxuan said was indeed right.

Zhan Xiao is indeed not an ordinary disciple, as Zhan Bai's eldest disciple, really speaking, even Chu Chi, Qin Moleng and others are slightly inferior in status.

However, it would be a big mistake to regard the four girls with red faces as embroidered pillows, which are useless.

Being able to become the first disciple of the Wanhuayuan Cabinet is enough to prove their talent and understanding, not to mention, after studying under the Sword Prison Villa and cultivating the Unintentional Sword Canon, the combat effectiveness of the four girls has increased greatly, and they have even comprehended their own sword intent. Coupled with the cultivation of the Nine Grades Taixuan Realm, if it really fights, Zhan Xiao may not be an opponent.

For his beloved disciple's words, Meng Wei was still a little tempted. Perhaps with a preconceived notion, looking back and thinking about it, the more reasonable it feels. Especially the seemingly threatening remarks before Zhanbai, it seems more like a bluff at this time, in order to force himself to admit defeat.

Take it back, or do you just go your own way?

Meng Wei was caught in the middle of a battle between heaven and man.

If he takes back his life, he is undoubtedly gambling with the lives of the other nine.

But if you insist on going your own way, then the blow to the morale of the sect will be too great.

Seeing that Shizun hadn't made up his mind for a long time, Tianxuan's eyes couldn't help but flash a touch of madness.

Since the master has doubts about his own judgment, let me make a final decision for you.

Do what you think.

"Demon girl, take your life!" Those who are devoured by hatred have no reason to speak of.

With a roar, Tian Xuan rushed out of the square at an extremely fast speed, and the Xuan power of his whole body surged wildly, bursting with a long sword, stabbing straight into the ...... Ying'er.

This guy hasn't completely lost his mind.

Two consecutive defeats, coupled with the death of Bu Mad made him know that he was by no means Zhanxiao's opponent, so this time, he changed his object.

"Not good!" Meng Wei screamed secretly, but when he reacted, he was powerless to stop it.

The six cabinets of Wanhuayuan, whether they are the first or the disciples below, are all charming women, and they can be said to have their own style.

Ying'er was originally the first seat of the Gladiolus Pavilion of Wanhuayuan, and her personality is also like Gladiolus, beautiful, generous, quiet, serious, with a trace of maturity and ability on her quiet and beautiful face, and there is a bit of mystery that people can't see, to be exact, it is the city government.

Such a character, almost in an instant, made her see Tianxuan's intentions.

A smile as faint as a blue suddenly bloomed on his lips.

Without waiting for Tianxuan to attack, Ying'er pulled out the three-foot long sword at her waist.

"Sword name, Ying'er." Ying'er caressed the long sword in her hand.

The sword was named after her, and it is not difficult to see that this sword was specially made for her.

And when this long sword was unsheathed, many people were shocked. The momentum exuded from the sword body clearly showed its quality, and it was a feather level.

Unintentional sword codex, wings and double flight.

Sword intent, illusory.

Ying'er stepped lightly on the wooden plank, and her slender figure flew up, and as Zhanbai had given before, she gave up the protection of the candle flame and took the initiative to meet it.

Before Ying'er cultivated the Unintentional Sword Codex, what she practiced was the way of the sword.

When she was in Wanhuayuan, her main energy was cultivating a top-level sword canon, called "Biyi Sword Technique".

Flying on the wings is a move after the winged sword technique is integrated into the unintentional sword canon, and even comprehends the "illusion" of sword intent because of this.

The two go hand in hand.

As soon as the sword came out, I saw that Ying'er, who was flying in the air, turned into a beautiful bird with two heads.

According to legend, the winged bird has only one wing, the male left and the female right, that is, the male winged bird only has the left wing, while the female winged bird only has the right wing, and the single bird cannot fly at all.

At this time, Ying'er exerted the sword intent of "illusion", and the illusion was naturally a male and female winged bird.

Phew!

In the hissing of his head, the speed of the winged bird surged, and the figure passed, and even left a phantom of the Dao, colliding head-on with the rushing Tianxuan.

But what is surprising is that one person and two birds are connected, and there is no sound of impact, and Ying'er's illusion of winged twin birds, with a long body, actually passed through Tianxuan's body.

Tianxuan, who was originally menacing, seemed to have been pierced by a sharp blade, and his chest was violently deflated, and finally he was bent over and flew out upside down.

Burst!!

A mouthful of blood gushed out from Tianxuan's mouth, and the long sword in his hand came out of his hand and fell straight from the sky.

Just when everyone was shocked and thought that everything was over, it was unbelievable to find that the phantom left by the winged bird before was like a substance, hitting Tianxuan's body again and again, and then coming out through the body.

When all the afterimages reintegrated into the body of the Winged Bird, he finally returned to his own form, and the Tianxuan behind him had already been covered with blood, and he was no longer in tatters.

Puff !!

In the silence, the dead Tianxuan's corpse followed in the footsteps of the madness and smashed into the heavenly pool, causing layers of blood-colored ripples in the turquoise.

Doesn't it mean that except for Zhanxiao, everyone else is embroidered pillows?

Since you have the courage to defy the law, you should have no regrets even if you die.

Ying'er used her own actions to once again slap everyone in the Infinite Sword Gate with a resounding slap.