“Swish!”
The magic sword in Pang Jian's hand was about two fingers wide, sometimes shone with red lightning, and sometimes was as bright as silver ice.
"That's quite handy."
A hint of joy escaped from the corner of his mouth.
The spiritual sword given by Lei Kun can actually carry two different sources of power.
A moment later, right in front of Pang Jian.
More than a dozen disciples from major sects each offered up rare treasures and magical weapons, and were still chasing the injured white crane.
The seemingly wobbly white crane has learned its lesson—it no longer soars in the sky.
It lurks in the grass and swamps of the Yunlei Forbidden Land, occasionally using thunder and lightning to attack those who are chasing it.
It no longer focused on flying away from the Yunlei Forbidden Land, but instead used the complex terrain of the forbidden land to escape, making it difficult for its pursuers.
Suddenly, you will find that you have lost its trace.
Then, when you see it again, there is often another flash of white lightning.
But those people kept cursing and swearing and refused to give up.
"Luo Yuan!"
Lu Xiangyi of Tianshuize saw Pang Jian, who was dressed in black, chasing after them. She frowned and asked, "Luo Yuan, are you here to seek revenge, or to snatch Bai He's bracelet?"
“It’s both.”
Pang Jian said in a deep voice.
He was bombarded three times by the white crane in the land of thunder punishment. The two sides had already formed a deep hatred and naturally refused to give up.
The golden lightning that Bai He collected with the dead bones came from a magical alien object in the crack of the void, and he also wanted to find an opportunity to take it for himself.
"There are too many people and too little porridge. You can seek revenge, but if you want to take the bracelet... then I advise you not to."
Lu Xiangyi, who had a voluptuous figure, had a warning light in her almond-shaped eyes and said, "Jianlou, you are the only one here, so don't cause trouble for yourself."
"Also, besides me, there are inner disciples from both the Demon Sect and the Black Valley participating."
"Listen to my advice, you can't beat us, so don't make a move, lest you make trouble for everyone."
Lu Xiangyi, who was flanking the enemy from the side with a few outer disciples of Tianshuize, tried to persuade them with "good intentions" to avoid a fight.
Pang Jian shook his head and flashed past them with his magic sword in hand.
"Junior Sister Lu, what does he mean?"
An outer sect disciple of Tianshuize frowned and said in a cold voice: "You are trying to persuade him, but he still doesn't seem very happy. Those who came on the Mountain and Water Spirit Boat are from the Demon Sect and the Black Valley, not their Sword Tower disciples!"
"The opportunity of the Yunlei Forbidden Land must belong to the three of us. We must not allow him to interfere!"
Some other disciples of the Sword Tower also shouted in dissatisfaction: "Lightning Chaser? Ha, do you think that you can participate in the competition for rare treasures just because you practiced the secret art of thunder and made a fool of yourself?"
"dream!"
Half an hour later.
The white crane that had been hiding all the way was finally hit by many spiritual weapons and stumbled into a lake.
What a coincidence.
This was the place where Pang Jian had meditated and practiced, and it carried the body of a disciple of Tianshuize and threw it into the lake.
It was also at this time that Pang Jian took out the sword-shaped token, thus avoiding a fierce battle that should have taken place and allowing Lu Xiangyi and the other two to give up their hostility.
“Plop!”
The white crane dived into the lake.
Soon, disciples from the three major sects gathered around the lake and surrounded the lake.
"Hey, there are still independent cultivators?"
"You still dare to watch? What's so good about it?"
Along with such sounds, several independent cultivators who were wandering around the lake were surrounded and killed by disciples from the three major sects in the upper realm before they could figure out what was happening.
A wandering cultivator named Qin Le, who came on a cloud sail with Pang Jian, was also among those killed.
“We’ll quit!”
"Everyone, we don't want to snatch the white crane from you!"
"We, we just happened to be nearby, and we have no intention of becoming your enemy!"
The wandering cultivators wailed and begged for mercy.
The disciples of the Demon Sect and the Black Valley remained unmoved and did not choose to forgive them just because they evacuated.
At this moment, Pang Jian, who had rushed in, suddenly stopped.
"Sword Tower, Luo Yuan."
"Lightning Chaser."
"Another guy wants to get a piece of the pie."
"… "
When the people from the Demon Sect and Black Valley saw Pang Jian appear alone, they also stood beside the lake and spoke with cold and unpleasant faces.
Although they were unhappy, they did not take any action until Pang Jian revealed his intention to snatch Bai He's bracelet.
They are still continuing to kill independent cultivators.
"Luo Yuan!"
Qin Le, a casual cultivator whose bones were broken by a purple crystal pagoda, looked at Pang Jian for help and said indignantly: "We didn't do anything. We were just wandering around. Why did you kill us for no reason?"
"Luo Yuan, we have been avoiding disciples of major sects like you in the Yunlei Forbidden Land!"
"We don't dare to provoke you, nor do we dare to snatch anything from you. What have we done wrong?"
"Just because we are independent cultivators and are in such a forbidden area, should we die?"
Qin Le's eyes were bleeding.
"If you were from the third realm and were disciples of sects like the Lieyang Sect, Hongshan Sect, or the Xinghe Alliance, we would still show some leniency."
The Black Valley disciple who was driving the Purple Crystal Pagoda said coldly, "He's just a casual cultivator, so I'll just kill him. There are some small things on you guys that can fill the gaps between our teeth."
He killed Qin Le and others just like killing the ferocious beasts in the forbidden area for their materials. There was no reason at all.
"Sects, noble families, independent cultivators..."
Pang Jian frowned.
If Qi Qingsong had not given him a blue robe and left him a sword-shaped token that represented his identity, he would have been a casual cultivator in the Yunlei Forbidden Land.
What happened to Qin Le and others will also happen to him.
Back then in the Fourth Realm of Qianli Yunze, Blood Moon Fei Zheng was riding on the beast-catching boat, and his attitude towards the people in the Dark Ghost Stronghold was exactly the same as the way the Black Valley disciples treated Qin Le.
Once the disciples of the sects in the upper realm enter the lower realm, they have a natural sense of superiority.
"go!"
He threw the magic sword in his hand.
A beam of icy sword light crossed the lake surrounded by the crowd and pierced with incredible accuracy into the amethyst pagoda that was chasing Qin Le.
With a "clang" sound, the amethyst pagoda that was about to smash Qin Le's skull into pieces was stabbed and flew away.
"Luo Yuan!"
The owner of the pagoda looked gloomy, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he said in a cold voice: "How dare you touch my Ye Fei's things! You are an outer sect disciple of the Sword Tower, do you think you are Qi Qingsong?"
"I have a history with this person, so I hope he will be lenient."
The nosy Pang Jian said calmly.
As he spoke, he had already flown to Qin Le's side and took the spiritual sword that was hovering in the air into his palm.
Glancing at the seriously injured Qin Le, Pang Jian said, "Now, you are the only one alive. Once you leave this lake, disappear from the Yunlei Forbidden Land as soon as possible."
Qin Le got up and bowed. He opened his mouth to say thank you but spat out a mouthful of blood.
When he saw Ye Fei in Black Valley was about to control the Amethyst Pagoda again, he did not want to stay and thank him in a pedantic way, but flew away quickly like a willow leaf.
"call!"
When the Amethyst Pagoda was chasing, it was chopped down by Pang Jian's sword.
"Luo Yuan!"
Ye Fei, who was controlling the pagoda through the air, was forced to come in mid-air and grabbed the pagoda that was flying back. He said in a deep voice: "If you are Qi Qingsong, an inner sect disciple of the Sword Tower, I will give you a favor and let this old friend of yours live."
"But you are not Qi Qingsong. You are just one of the many unknown outer disciples in the Sword Tower."
"So, you don't have the dignity to protect this person!"
Ye Fei threw out the amethyst pagoda again.
The amethyst pagoda, which he held again, was filled with power. This time, it flew in the air at a faster speed and emitted a dazzling purple light all the way.
In the depths of the charming light, a large number of strange light patterns suddenly emerged, with a strange power that disturbed the sea of consciousness.
Qin Le snorted coldly as he walked away. Black blood flowed from his nostrils. His pupils cracked slightly. The light body technique he was performing immediately went wrong and he fell headfirst from mid-air.
"call out!"
Pang Jian didn't say anything more and threw the magic sword in his hand again.
The spiritual sword that was icy before suddenly turned into scarlet red. The blade, sword tip, and sword body were all violently shot with lightning of the same color, emitting the blazing light of the sun.
"Bang!"
The spirit sword came from behind and stabbed at the purple crystal pagoda for the third time, chopping the pagoda of Ye Fei in Heigu into pieces with one sword!
"My Zilin Tower!"
Ye Fei screamed loudly.
Qin Le, who escaped the disaster, rolled and crawled to fly up again, looking back at Pang Jian from time to time.
Everyone could see the gratitude in his eyes.
He didn't expect that this disciple of Jianlou, whom he met by chance on Wang Ying's Yunfan, was willing to offend the inner disciples of Heigu and rescued him again and again.
"Luo Yuan, I hope I'll have a chance to repay you in the future."
Qin Le secretly said that he had escaped successfully.
"Luo Yuan!"
Ye Fei came to the shattered amethyst pagoda. His heart felt like it was bleeding, and he picked up the pieces of amethyst one by one.
This scene was also clearly seen by Tianshuize Lu Xiangyi who had just arrived.
"Luo Yuan!"
Lu Xiangyi's eyes were filled with shock. She could not help but look deeply at Pang Jian who was holding the sword. She frowned and muttered in confusion: "The treasure on Bai He has not yet appeared, and he actually chose to go to war with Ye Fei just to protect an old and independent cultivator."
"Ye Fei is an inner disciple of Black Valley!"
A disciple of Tianshuize who came with her looked at Ye Fei with fear. Ye Fei's mood had obviously become unstable, and said, "It's not wise for Luo Yuan to provoke him for a casual cultivator."
"Junior Sister Lu, you have repeatedly reminded and persuaded him, but he just won't listen."
The other person frowned, looked at Pang Jian with disgust, and snorted, "The people in Black Valley will not wait until they kill the white crane at the bottom of the lake to settle their feud with Luo Yuan first."
The people from the Demon Sect were also whispering, looking at Pang Jian with cold expressions.
They seemed to know Ye Fei very well and knew that Ye Fei, who had suffered a loss, would never let it go.
"I told you that I had a history with that person and asked you to let him off the hook, but you refused to listen."
Pang Jian looked at the Black Valley disciple with a look of regret, and said calmly, "It's a pity that a pagoda is destroyed just like that."
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(End of this chapter)