Being hit by ground baking pills is not a fun thing, even an ordinary innate master can hardly withstand the damage from the ground bakugan explosion.

And that Sword Pavilion disciple clearly knew about the damage caused by the ground bakugan, and he risked his own life to save his senior brother.

"Boom!" an explosion sounded like thunder.

There was a piece of fire all around, as if this small area was in a sea of fire, the sea of fire enveloped the two Sword Pavilion disciples, and the raging fire broke through the opponent's true qi shield in an instant.

Just when the two Sword Pavilion disciples in front of the black-robed martial artist were about to die in the sea of fire, a miraculous scene appeared in front of him.

I saw that the Sword Pavilion disciple took out a bell from his sleeve, and he shook it towards it, muttering words he didn't understand.

The inconspicuous-looking bell was covered with countless golden lights, as dazzling as the sun in the sky, and the golden light even made the black-robed warriors a little dazzling.

"Spirit weapon!" the black-robed warrior in the lead said in amazement.

It seems that the foundation of the big faction is really strong, and the disciples of the Sword Pavilion will carry a spiritual weapon with them when they go down the mountain to practice, and this treatment is inevitably too good.

A martial artist who is qualified to use a spiritual weapon must at least have a cultivation of the innate realm, and the disciple of the Sword Pavilion in front of him actually has a bell spiritual weapon in his hand.

The golden light of the bell spirit weapon spread outward, and the prototype was still in the hands of the Sword Pavilion disciples, but the golden light evolved into a golden light bell, covering the two Sword Pavilion disciples.

Countless raging fires rampaged towards the golden light shield, like an unscrupulous naughty boy, desperately trying to break this golden light shield.

Isn't it a spiritual weapon that can hurt the innate realm martial artist Earth Bakemaru that can be blocked, and the bell spirit weapon in his mouth is still defeated.

A flame broke through the golden shield and entered it, and the high-temperature flames directly scorched the bodies of the two Sword Pavilion disciples.

The outermost clothing was engulfed in flames, revealing the inner armor worn in the innermost part.

The senior brother of the Sword Pavilion hurriedly opened his scarlet eyes, and after looking at the situation, he sacrificed the aura in his hand.

It was a red flag the size of half an arm, and he fanned it towards the fire outside, and suddenly a passage appeared in front of him.

"Senior brother, let's go first!"

"Good!"

The two of them fled towards the flameless passage very tacitly, and when they fled to the fire, the senior brother said to the black-robed martial artist with hatred, "You Changshan Xin clan will wait for us, and our Shuzhong Sword Pavilion will definitely not let you go!"

Then the spiritual weapons in the hands of the two turned into ashes, and they fluctuated the only remaining true qi in their bodies, and quickly left here with their feet.

It's not that the two of them don't want to make a move directly against the black-robed martial artist, it's just that they don't have enough strength right now.

Both of them were already seriously injured, and the two black-robed martial artists of the Transformation Yuan Realm on the other side were only slightly injured.

"Don't want to escape!" shouted the black-robed warrior in the lead.

The raging flames were like a flaming lion, blocking the front of the leading black-robed martial artist, unable to allow him to chase after the Sword Pavilion disciples.

"Big brother, forget it, let's first complete the task assigned to us by Master Hou, as for the two Sword Pavilion disciples, let them go, none of the two of them died, but seven brothers died on our side.

I believe that the upper echelons of the Sword Pavilion will not be so careful and take us little people to heart. ”

The brain called the second brother is quite smart, and he can see the essence at a glance.

Although the high-level leaders of the Sword Pavilion will seek justice for the disciples of the Sword Pavilion in some cases, there must be two prerequisites for those things, the first is that the disciples of the Sword Pavilion have died, and the second is to take action against the forces of the Sword Pavilion.

Only if either of these two prerequisites is satisfied, the upper echelons of the Sword Pavilion will descend the mountain.

Otherwise, the elders of the Sword Pavilion would have to manage the small things, so what time would the elders of the Sword Pavilion have to cultivate.

Strength is the last word.

When the two black-robed warriors of the Transformation Yuan Realm turned their heads, they saw that Ling Huming didn't know where to get the dagger, he put the dagger around his neck, and his face looked like a jade was burning.

"Ling Huming, what are you going to do!"

"Isn't it obvious what to do. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you just want to get me back alive and torture me to confess and tell me the whereabouts of that treasure. Ling Huming said coldly.

The dagger in his hand was given by his father on Ling Huming's third birthday, and it was the most cherished thing for Ling Huming, but now he wanted to use this dagger on his neck, which made Hu Ming feel a little helpless.

The two black-robed warriors of the Transformation Yuan Realm looked at each other, as if they were discussing a countermeasure.

At this moment, the black-robed martial artist of the Transformation Yuan Realm, who was called the second brother, slowly stepped forward, wanting to get close to Ling Hu Ming, and then snatched the dagger that was set up in Ling Hu Ming in one fell swoop.

"Stop!" Ling Hu Ming shouted, the dagger in his hand getting closer to his neck, a trace of wound was revealed, and the blood that flowed crimson remained on the dagger.

The black-robed martial artist immediately remained motionless, he was really afraid that Ling Hu Ming would commit suicide on the spot.

The thing that the Marquis of Changshan explained to them was to capture Ling Huming alive, not to arrest the dead back.

If Ling Hu Ming committed suicide because of this, then these black-robed warriors would not live, and they would die at the hands of the Changshan Xin clan.

If they escaped from the Changshan Xin clan, those relatives who stayed in Changshan would be poisoned by the Changshan Xin clan, so they had no choice but to bring Ling Huming back alive.

"I want to continue to live until one day I kill all the people of your Changshan Xin clan, but now it seems that I don't have this opportunity, haha. Ling Huming smiled ashamedly, and the blood on the dagger dripped on the ground.

Ling Huming continued, "I promised my aunt that I would never let you snatch the treasure, in that case, I will go down to meet my aunt now!"

Before the words fell, Ling Hu Ming directly raised the dagger high, wanting to stab him in the heart.

But at this moment, the long-lost gloomy voice sounded again.

"Ling Huming, don't you want revenge?"

The dagger stopped at a fist distance from Ling Huming's heart, leaving Hu Ming stunned.

"Senior, is that you? Ling Huming raised his head and said loudly.

The two black-robed warriors on the side felt inexplicable, and when they saw Ling Huming talking to the air, they all thought that Ling Huming was crazy.

When the two of them wanted to step forward and capture Ling Huming alive, Ling Huming put the dagger on his neck again and shouted loudly, "Stop me!"

The two black-robed warriors immediately stood still, looking at each other, looking a little funny.

"Boy, just a few Acquired Realm martial artists have forced you to this appearance. The gloomy voice had a slightly disdainful tone.

"Senior, Ling Huming knows that he is not doing well, but I am not even a martial artist, so what qualifications do I have to escape from here. Instead of being caught by them and doing everything possible to make me tell me the whereabouts of the treasure that A-Niang gave me, it is better to kill myself directly, so that they will never get that thing. ”

Ling Huming shook his head and sighed.

"Hey, if it weren't for the fact that this seat still needs you now, I will definitely not care about your life and death.

Placed, since this is the case, let me ask you, do you want to avenge your loved ones. The deep voice also sighed and said.

"Of course I want to, I can't wait to return to the capital of Wuling County immediately, kill everyone in the Changshan Xin clan, and avenge my aunt!" Ling Hu Ming said in an excited tone.

"Go back and kill them all, haha, if it were my heyday, killing those people would be no less than stepping on an ant, but now I can't do it, and if I can't do it, I'll help you avenge it immediately."

I can only lend you a part of my strength and let you personally kill these black-robed warriors in front of you. ”

The two black-robed martial artists of the Transformation Yuan Realm standing on the side were stunned, not knowing what Ling Huming was doing.

I saw that Ling Huming seemed to be talking to the ghost without saying a word.

"Second brother, do you think Ling Huming should be crazy!"

Before the second brother could respond, Ling Hu Ming snorted coldly, "your heartlessness, you are mindless, I'm talking to my seniors, you give me quiet, otherwise I'll..."

"Young Master Ming, don't, let's stop talking. The leading black-robed warrior propped up his hands, he really couldn't say anything, and he wanted to cry without tears.

The Huayuan Realm martial artist who was called the second brother frowned, and thought to himself in his heart.

Ling Huming said that he was talking to his seniors, but no other voices were heard here, could it be that the other party was using the ability to talk in the air.

The masters in the Jianghu martial arts, as long as they reach the Yuan Shen Realm, they all have the ability to talk in the air.

The thought that Ling Hu Ming was actually talking to a powerhouse of the Yuan God Realm couldn't help but make the black-robed martial artist a little nervous.

If the power of the Yuan Shen Realm is killed, it will be easy to kill yourself.

At this moment, a wind sounded in the mountains and forests again, and this time the wind was even stronger than the one just now.

Countless dead branches and leaves fell from the trees, and the small stones on the ground were blown by the strong wind, accompanied by countless dead branches and leaves.

The birds that had been standing in the trees flew out of the treetops, as if frightened by the wind, and spread their wings to another place.

But the strange thing is that when the dead branches and fallen leaves flew to Ling Huming's side, there seemed to be an invisible shield beside Ling Huming's side, preventing the fallen leaves from outside from entering, blocking them out of half a zhang.

"Senior, after ordering Hu Ming, I will make an oath to you now, as long as you help me avenge my seniors, I will make Hu Ming willing to obey the instructions of my predecessors for the rest of my life. Senior, lend me your strength!"

When Ling Huming said the last sentence, there was a strong fluctuation centered on Ling Huming, and countless dead branches and fallen leaves seemed to be shaken by a domineering true qi.