Chapter 1176 Jianzi, your life has nothing to do with me
In the tragic starry sky battlefield, the wreckage of battleships and planes were everywhere, burning in the vacuum with flames and smoke. The stars in all directions were shattered, and even the meteorites were turned into powder.
Space cracks are everywhere and cannot be healed for a long time.
In this ruined battlefield, a young man in green clothes sat cross-legged with a calm expression. In front of him lay a chipped flying sword and a severed arm covered in scarlet blood, which was fished out of the starry sky.
Jiang Ding stared at the amputated arm.
Generally speaking, monks, especially high-level monks, will die instantly if their magic body is penetrated by the enemy's magic weapon, and their flesh and blood will turn into powder. The bodies of pure Dharma cultivators and sword cultivators are too fragile.
This time the situation is somewhat special.
The withered flesh and blood fought to the end, but they were also exhausted and lacked magic power. In the end, Jiang Ding cut off his arm to survive. Before the opponent's attack came, he took the initiative to cut off his right arm to prevent the terrible power of blood order from spreading into his body. .
Now, more than 90% of the cells in this amputated arm are broken and all vitality has been lost. It contains a sinister curse and a soul trap. Once connected to the body, the soul will instantly sink and become a puppet of the powerful blood power. Doppelgänger.
Keng!
Jiang Ding fired out sword energy to seal the amputated arm to prevent the injury from worsening, and then brought it back to Xianmen for treatment.
As for why not let Hei or Dairi Tianchi handle it...
Jiang Ding's face showed a hint of gloom.
"Hei, since that old guy has been defeated, why not kill him?"
"At least he shouldn't be allowed to escape!"
"Their escape will bring me huge trouble and leak my existence to the upper world!"
"Although it may not be leaked, and it may not necessarily attract the attention of the terrifying immortal forces in the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm in the upper world, this danger has already appeared!"
There was anger in his tone, even a hint of murderous intent, but it was controlled.
Even now, it goes without saying that Hei is still unwilling to deal with his injury.
That's okay, he never fully trusts the other person.
"Jianzi, I haven't determined whether your battle is over yet."
Hei's voice was calm from beginning to end, and did not change in any way because of the accusation from Da Ri Jianzi: "I will not participate in the battle below Lianxu. This is the order given to me by the sword masters of the past generations."
"The sword masters of the past generations are not related to you and do not even know you. Naturally, they will not have any emotional fluctuations because of your death or immortality. They may even applaud and watch the show with interest."
"As for letting the powerful clone of blood escape to draw the attention of the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm to you."
"This is what sword masters of all generations would like to see."
"They hope that you will always get into trouble, die in this trouble, or become detached."
"Please remember that the inheritance of Jiange is my responsibility, but your life is not like that."
"The only battle I can do for you is to take you to escape when the Void Refining Monk attacks you directly. There is no more other than that."
"Your life, please pay attention to yourself."
His voice was cold and calm, stating the cold laws of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.
"...That's it."
"I was caught in the trap and unknowingly brought the Great Sun Sword Pavilion into the Immortal Sect. It's my fault. Please forgive me."
The anger in Jiang Ding's heart gradually subsided, and he bowed slightly to apologize.
Da Ri Sword Pavilion was known for its ruthlessness even among the Immortal Sect. He unknowingly felt a sense of belonging to it, which was really inappropriate.
The inheritance of the great sun,
It is not equivalent to Da Ri Jianzi's life.
Jiang Ding can be very sure that in this small world, even in the Nine Spirits Realm, there is a hidden inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion. It was arranged by the sword pavilion inheritance envoy in front of him who looked very respectful. The one with the Great Sun Flying Sword kind.
These hidden inheritances are like seeds, lurking and waiting. When the external environment is suitable and opportunities for chaos arise, and when the last generation of Dauri Swordsmen dies, they will break out and reshape Dauri Sword Pavilion. The inheritance of inheritance does not entirely rest on one person.
Black maintained a respectful posture and didn't answer anything.
He didn't care whether Da Ri Jian Zi had feelings for Da Ri Jian Ge.
The Great Sun Sword is the Great Sun Sword Pavilion itself.
Other than that, all the disciples and elders are trivial, they can be killed, they can be discarded, they are not important. It is impossible for a person to have no feelings for himself, let alone betray himself.
"Stop talking about this."
"Hei, you said the battle is not over yet?"
Jiang Ding looked beyond the distant starry sky and said calmly: "I think your judgment is wrong. Under the quasi-emperor, there is no fighting, even for me who is seriously injured now."
……
In the distant starry sky.
Ming Guangzi pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, his eyes were hot and he had a look of struggle on his face.
In the distance, what appears now?
The contemporary day is in a state of serious injury and near death!
Although it seems that there is still a complete body, it is definitely seriously injured and on the verge of death. It is a magic weapon for refining the void clone. It will die if it is rubbed or touched, not to mention the right arm is cut off!
It's a miracle that he didn't die immediately from such an injury. It's hard to say what strength he can retain.
"Let's go, Ming Guangzi!"
The moment the situation became clear, Shuoyang Tianjun turned into a golden light and flew away towards the small world. He couldn't wait any longer.
"Don't you even dare to make this decision?"
"What can you do in the world without danger? Now it must be a rare opportunity, and it will never happen again in the future!"
Shuoyang Tianjun flew for a while, then paused and looked back at Ming Guangzi. He was very puzzled and urged him repeatedly.
Ming Guangzi still stayed where he was, motionless.
"Idiot!"
"Have you lost all your courage just by losing the first battle?!"
Shuoyang Tianjun hated that iron could not become steel, and cursed angrily: "No wonder you failed. You are so cowardly and shameful. Do you think you are a real immortal nobleman who doesn't fight for anything and is pie falling from the sky?"
"You deserve to be defeated!"
"Don't you want to regain the crown of Taichi Swordsman again?"
"Damn..."
He was a little angry and cursed again and again, but he became more and more frightened and suspicious, so much so that he stopped acting alone.
Ming Guangzi remained unmoved.
He had a cold face, and finally made up his mind and put down the hilt of his sword.
"You..."
Shuoyang Tianjun was furious.
"Haha!"
"Shuoyang, that is not a crown of the sun."
Xi Ping'an smiled: "Only by defeating Da Ri Jianzi at his peak, and being a swordsman of the same level, will he have the Da Sun Crown. Now if we beat Jiang Dingzi to death, who is seriously injured and on the verge of death, we will get nothing."
"Of course, Black will not stop it."
"You won't get anything, and you won't be able to break through the swordsmanship of Kenshin. It's completely useless, well, except for venting your anger."
"Shuoyang, if you want to go, go by yourself. I guarantee you that Jiang Dingzi is definitely seriously injured and on the verge of death. His strength is at a loss."
"In the end, if you conquer this small world, everything will belong to you. The Beiyuan family will surely be able to revive again, and the golden bloodline will be glorious again."
He was good at teaching and encouraged without leaving any trace.
"That's all, that's all..."
Shuoyang Tianjun sighed.
He looked like he had missed the opportunity and hated the iron, but he refused to move a step.
(End of chapter)