Pan Shuangzi's sharp eyes swept across the audience, and finally fixed on Feng Yin.

"What's the matter? I hid the Sword Valley to deal with the scum of the Immortal Sect, and someone wanted to stop it?"

Feng Yin relied on himself as the envoy of the Qingyuan Sect, but he was not afraid of the suppression of the other party's cultivation: "It is normal for the sects to attack each other, and what kind of justice and evil can be distinguished? This Flame Gate is an alliance of the Flame Gate, and it is naturally protected by the Sect, how can it be disposed of by other sects at will!"

He was full of words, but in fact, his heart was very empty, and he hoped that the other party would be afraid of the power of Qingyuanmen and retreat in the face of difficulties.

Pan Shuangzi laughed: "What the Agni Gate has done, it has spread all over the north. Whether it is scum or not, each immortal sect has its own public opinion. I have one thing in the Sword Valley, I must stand up for the Purple Thunder Gate today and return justice to the world!"

Feng Yin sneered: "I think it's for justice, and it's true to annex these two sects for the sake of the Hidden Sword Valley! This matter is not in line with the Immortal Alliance system, and my sect will not turn a blind eye!"

Pan Shuangzi snorted coldly and said, "Since you are going to stop it, I will come and learn the skills of Envoy Feng!"

With that, a crimson sword appeared in his hand.

There was a commotion for everyone present.

Pan Shuangzi has been famous for a long time, and the monks of the Northland have all heard of the name of his bloodline sword, but many of them have seen this spiritual weapon for the first time.

Feng Yin swallowed his saliva and said stubbornly: "I strongly persuade your sect to keep its duty, but for the sake of peaceful coexistence between the immortal sects and the peace of mind to go to immortality together, if it goes on like this, don't blame me Qingyuanmen for being polite!"

Pan Shuangzi laughed and said sharply: "Then don't talk nonsense!"

After saying that, his figure flashed, and the red light of the bloodline sword was sheng, with a long afterimage, slashing straight towards Feng Yin.

Feng Yin was shocked, he had been pampered as the envoy of the Immortal Alliance of his own sect all these years, and he had not been involved with human life for a long time, and he really had no confidence to be an enemy of the other party.

He hurriedly sacrificed his strongest top-level magic weapon, the Xuan Tortoise Shield, to firmly protect his whole body.

Pan Shuangzi's body was extremely fast, and the people next to him could barely see his movements.

Bang!

One after another, blood-red afterimages continued to attack Feng Yin's various parts, continuously colliding with a small gray shield.

The monks who watched the battle on both sides were sweating in their palms, cheering for themselves.

And Feng Yin, who was in it, was terrified.

The opponent's attack was too strong, and he couldn't react at all, so he could only be beaten passively.

In particular, the bloodline sword, each attack is strongly corrosive. After multiple impacts, his turtle shield had become potholed in many places, and it was estimated that it would not be long before he could maintain his full defense. If we continue like this, we will definitely lose.

Oh!

In the middle of his anxiety, a long chirp came from the distance.

An old man in a cyan robe came with a crane.

Feng Yin was pardoned, took a look, blocked the other party with the Xuan Tortoise Shield, and hurriedly fled in the direction of the old man.

Pan Shuangzi didn't chase after him, put away the bloodline sword, and waited for the arrival of the old man on the other side.

"Uncle Xi, you can come. The Valley of the Hidden Sword intends to encroach on our alliance by force, and we need your help......"

Feng Yin was grateful, it was too timely. Elder Xi usually behaves perversely, and he didn't expect to participate in the expatriate war so actively this time.

The person who came was a childish man, and he was Xi Jiugong, a ninth-layer elder of Qingyuan Gate. He got off the Spirit Crane, interrupted Feng Yin impatiently, and said, "Okay, stop here." I can help you push them back, but I only have two hours, don't waste time. ”

Feng Yin stopped.

And the two disciples of Qingyuan Agnihuo, who were still very worried before, breathed a sigh of relief.

Xi Jiugong looked at Pan Shuangzi and said in a deep voice: "Pan Lao'er, I haven't seen you for a long time, I can't imagine that my cultivation has not risen, and my temper has risen, and I have bullied the younger disciples." ”

Pan Shuangzi sneered: "You sent Feng Yin to be stubborn, and you insisted on blocking my faction from disposing of the Flame Gate, so I had to teach him a lesson." ”

Xi Jiugong snorted: "Whether the Agni Gate is wrong or not, I have my Qingyuan Gate to judge, and it is not your turn to deal with it." ”

Pan Shuangzi frowned and asked, "So, are you going to shield them?"

Xi Jiugong replied coldly: "Really? So what?"

Pan Shuangzi shouted: "Then let's compare the high!"

With that, he put up his bloodline sword and prepared for battle.

Seeing this, Xi Jiugong stretched out his hand, and a pair of copper-colored bells tied together by red threads appeared in his palms. As soon as the hand moved, the black gas spread.

Ghast Bells!

I don't know how many unjust souls have been buried in it.

Pan Shuangzi was in a complicated mood, many years ago, he heard that the other party claimed to collect the souls of the world's evildoers and smelt them into a special spiritual weapon according to the ancient artifact diagram he obtained. Xi Jiugong said that those villains sacrificed themselves for his magic weapon to perform chivalrous righteousness, which can be regarded as atonement.

However, he knew Xi Jiugong too well.

In fact, if you want to refine this treasure, you have to add at least hundreds of souls, how can the other party meet so many great evildoers?

Pan Shuangzi took a deep breath, and the color of the bloodline sword he was holding gradually faded and even became transparent.

Then, with a finger of his hand, the bloodline sword disappeared.

Xi Jiugong's expression was solemn and he shook his hand.

Ding!

Black rushed out, instantly overwhelming his entire body.

Distorted faces appeared in it, constantly flowing in the black air, emitting bursts of shrill howls.

Many of the low-level monks present could not bear it anymore and fell to the ground one after another, rolling with their heads in their hands.

Lu Xuan also felt that his mind was shaken and dizzy.

What a powerful magic weapon! Lu Xuan was secretly frightened, and he didn't know how his own Pan Shuangzi would fight the enemy.

Suddenly, holes appeared in the middle of those faces, and then they dissipated.

Apparently hit by a bloodline sword.

He Zhili loosened his belt, full of confidence. Elder Pan's Shadow Remnant Sword is really powerful! Shadowless and formless, it is simply impossible to defend against!

Pan Shuangzi was surprised that the other party's spiritual weapon was so easy to crack, and the black qi changed again, and the face that had been broken reappeared, and it was still exactly the same.

Pan Shuangzi snorted and quickly injected aura.

Puff puff!

More holes appear in the black gas.

Puff puff!

Countless holes appeared in the black gas.

However, Xi Jiugong snorted coldly, and the bell rang.

The black gas quickly recovered, and the hole quickly disappeared.

Pan Shuangzi flickered and withdrew the bloodline sword.

Woo Woo Woo!

Xi Jiugong rattles the bell.

Several black gases burst out violently, and in front of them were miserable white faces, screaming at Pan Shuangzi.

The bloodline sword shot out the same amount of blood-colored sword qi, piercing through these black qi.

The black qi was pierced through the holes one by one, and then, as if it had not been hindered in any way, it bypassed the sword qi and slammed straight into the opponent's body.

Pan Shuangzi quickly drove the bloodline sword, forming a red ball around it.

The faces rushed up with blackness, and they were quickly eroded by the blood light.

The terrible screams were incessant, and the countless low-ranking monks present could not bear it, and they fell to the ground and wailed.

Lu Xuan worked hard to endure while using his aura to seal his ears, and at the same time nervously paid attention to the situation on the field.

It seems that the old man of Qingyuanmen wants to fight a war of attrition with Pan Shuangzi, but the swordsmanship used by Pan Shuangzi obviously consumes a lot, and it seems that the situation is not good.