Chapter 53 Prestigious
Bailian said solemnly, "Your current situation is very strange. It seems that you cannot draw your sword casually. It is too dangerous."
Of course Jinsheng Know that it is dangerous, not only dangerous, but the cost of drawing the sword is high.
But at this moment he was completely unable to 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 inserted in his waist and abdomen. He allowed the movement to 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, 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 it was him. Reluctantly sheathed at the last moment.
Now combine it with the scene in front of you.
It turns out that the two sheathings... were all caused by this little corpse demon!
Jinsheng was a little confused.
Bailian 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, you have some medicine here. "My friend is seriously injured."
In this strange place, among this group of strange humans, the only one he can trust is Lin Guiyuan.
Lin Guiyuan was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "He... he was injured... very seriously. Ordinary... medicine... should be useless. I... I will go find Mr. Shanfu. ”
As he spoke, a thick fog emitted from his body, and the fog wrapped around 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 felt a little weird.
A famous swordsman from a generation would actually deign to get acquainted with 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 skills.
We can’t let that silly 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 is so seriously injured, I have a good healing pill here, which can be used by Lord Jinsheng."
Someone suddenly realized it and looked at the guy who peed his pants with disdain.
"What kind of miraculous medicine can a small Qianqian Sect come up with? 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-old spiritual ginseng here, which can strengthen the body and strengthen the body. It is very helpful for internal injuries."
The man smiled and unceremoniously pushed away the guy who peed his pants and took it out. Said a brocade box.
Everyone's concern is shown in words, their affection is sincere, and they are no longer cold and cold.
Jinsheng finally stopped looking at Bailian and put away the complicated shock in his heart.
Then a contemptuous sneer came out of his pale lips and teeth: "Master Jinsheng? Are you worthy of calling me my name?"
He was covered in blood, his breath was extremely weak, and he looked like he was seriously injured. Jinsheng is like a dying tiger. But the moment he simply raised his eyes, a cold feeling hit his heart!
The stabbing caused everyone to fall back again and again.
He took two steps forward, kicked the two blackened and rain-soaked corpses, and sneered: "I heard you talking about these two people with my own ears just now. He is your role model, you should learn from it and spread it, eh?”
A slight hum made everyone tremble.
Mr. Meng is quite a figure. Although there is respect in his eyes, there is not much flattery in his eyes. He just keeps smiling bitterly.
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.
Jinsheng's hand covered the bleeding wound, his face showed no sign of pain, and he sneered even more: "And you."
His eyes moved, and he looked at the man who threatened to The young man who wanted to give away spiritual ginseng.
"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 stained red with blood. He smiled with a serious look on his teeth and said: "I think this idea is very good. These two people are both from the other side of the sea. If you enshrine the names of these two people on your sword, you won't have to leave this mountain. , because our sect leader knows about your rebellious behavior, no matter where you are hiding, he will not let you go."
Jinsheng looked at him with pity: "Be proud. There are not many people who can be targeted by our lord personally."
Hearing this sentence, the man was so frightened that he dropped the precious spiritual ginseng in his hand.
He knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed vigorously and said: "You deserve to die, you villain! You villain, you have eyes but you can't see Mount Tai! It's only my fault that I, a human being with naked eyes, can't tell the truth from the false, 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.
Bailian 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 the waist."
As soon as he said this, Jin Sheng was stunned.
Then he chuckled. If he had to cover the wound with his hands, he would have clapped his hands.
“Yes, yes, the sword is at your hand. It’s rare for you to have this awareness. It’s not a bad idea to do it yourself.”
The man was about to burst into tears and glared at Bai Lian 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 to commit suicide.
Soon, Lin Guiyuan got the medicine, gave Jinsheng some medicine, and then helped him sit under a tree.
Although Jinsheng treated everyone with a bad look, he was also very hospitable to those who were kind to him.
He curbed his arrogance, said thank you, sat under the tree and started 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 adjusting his breath and recuperating under the tree, his 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.
Obviously 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 has no clothes to cover it. Instead of showing signs of improvement under the medication Lin Guiyuan gave him, the bright red crack continues slowly. Cracking spreads.
(End of this chapter)