Oh, oh, oh...
The dark flame kept burning on Baili Jingtian's fair arm, shattering and disappearing, and then walking up his arm all the way up to his shoulders.
Baili Jingtian shook his arms in horror, jumped left and right in the air, and wailed. The severe pain pierced his heart like a small needle, which made him unable to stop the pain in his heart. The cold sweat on his head was even more out, and his face was distorted because of the severe pain.
However, this is not what he fears most. No matter how severe the pain is, he is also a strictly trained prince of the Baili family. How can he not stand it?
The key is that no matter how Heiyan shakes his hand and shakes it with his life's strength, he can't get rid of the situation, which is what really makes him shocked.
This strange Lei Yan... He can't kill it at all!
And this means that he will be burned alive in this place and have no life.
At the thought of this, Baili Jingtian was even more frightened, and his mind became more and more panicked. He shouted and crawled, but it was still useless. The flame has been burning on his shoulder without delay, and there is a moment when he doesn't burn him away.
Seeing this, feeling that the raging of the black flame has not weakened by half, and it is getting hotter and stronger, Baili Jingtian's heart is about to completely collapse.
He regrets it now. Why is he so careless that he didn't even notice the black fire on his body? If he had found it earlier and shook off the clothes stained with black flames in time, there would have been no such dangerous thing now.
However, he can't regret it now, but Zhuo Fan's series of powerful combat power has made all his minds involuntarily focused on the demon-like man. How can he pay attention to such details?
It's like a tiger who can eats people and doesn't spit bones watching you closely. Do you still have the leisure to feel that an ant is gnawing your toes under your feet?
Obviously, under the great threat, people can't care about everything else. But this time, the ant under his feet is not an ordinary ant, but a poisonous ant that can also threaten his life. Now he is equivalent to being poisoned. When the poison spreads all over his body, he is completely dead. In fact, it is no different from being torn apart by a fierce tiger, and it is even more painful.
It's just that he didn't notice this hidden crisis at all before.
However, it's just that he didn't notice it. The authorities are fascinated by the bystanders. The rest of the people who see everything here are all in their eyes, but their hearts are like mirrors, and the door is clear!
Listening to Baili Jingtian's grimacing howl in his ear, Zhuo Fan couldn't help touching his nose. His face was indifferent, but the corners of his mouth seemed to have a sneer arc: "In fact, I have seen his previous flashback. I didn't completely avoid the thunderstorm, and his clothes were stained with a trace of flames, but I just won't say it!"
"Well, I also saw it. It was just a flame the size of a sesame seed. It was nothing, but then it burned more and more!" With a gentle tap of his head, Ye Lin also shook his face and suddenly took over and said, "Seeing that he didn't find out, I'm too lazy to say anything!"
As soon as this was said, the seriously injured people looked at each other, and then looked at the wailing posture of Baili Jingtian in the air, and showed a sneery smile.
In particular, Ouyang Changqing, a living treasure, patted Ye Scale on the shoulder and complained with a smile, "Oh, Brother Ye, you are not authentic. Anyway, we are also righteous people. If we want to win, we must win the bright and upright, right? Knowing that there is such a dangerous thing on his sleeve, how can he not remind him? This should simply not be the demeanor of a straight person, a bright and honest generation! If it were me, I would have reminded him to get rid of the trouble on his sleeve and fight again!"
"Really? In that case, why didn't you say it just now?" Glancing at him with slanted eyes, Ye Lin hummed and curled his lips disdainfully.
With a grin, Ouyang Changqing showed a strange smile, looked at the crowd, and sneered loudly, "Didn't I just say that people in the middle of the way should be honest. But now it's not us righteous people who have a trick with His Highness the Prince of Baili. Zhuo Fan is a magicist. What tricks can't be made in the magic way? Therefore, for the sake of fairness, I found that his cuff was stained with that thing. Not only did he not remind him, but he also kept ying at everyone, asking his brothers to shut up and not let him find out. Don't let us stators do too much and disturb the duel of the two masters. So, let's just look at it and don't say it. Your Highness, you can continue to fight. We are guaranteed to be a qualified audience and will never disturb you at all, hahaha..."
"Sister, you bitches, ah..."
Rolling more and more violently in the air, Baili Jingtian watched the raging black flame rushing all the way to his shoulder. He was so horrifying that his heart was about to burst out, but no matter what he did, he still couldn't get rid of this terrible thing.
Moreover, at this time, he actually heard the group of ants below who were completely ignored by him, sneering and sarcastic at him, and then he was furious and cursed loudly.
But even if he was angry, the people under him didn't take him as a all. Instead, he became more enthusiastic with a mockery.
You are a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and you dare to lose your temper with us when you are a boy who can't protect yourself? Hey hey... Send it, send it. Anyway, you don't have much time to send it. We are just watching you here. When you are burned to ashes, how can you make noise to us, hum hum...
Zhuo Fan also smiled slightly and no longer paid attention to the situation of the man in the air. He just hugged Chu Qingcheng's body and went straight to the place where the rest of the people were sitting and lying.
Once this black thunder flame touches the body, it will never stop until it is burned. Even the sword king-level master dare not touch it easily. He, an ordinary Guiyuan cultivator, is no longer life.
This... is already a dead man. There is no need to pay attention to it anymore!
The corners of his mouth crossed an evil arc. Zhuo Fan no longer ignored the miserable wailing in his ears. He just stroked his beloved wife's body and walked slowly to the side.
Shit!
However, at this moment, a sudden change arose, but a sharp sword light crossed the sky, and it came in the blink of an eye, and instantly crossed the arm of Baili Jingtian.
Wow!
A broken arm burning with black flames suddenly flew high into the sky. Under the scorching sun, it turned into a dark flame and completely burned out. Baili Jingtian also suddenly felt empty. The whole direction of his right arm was already empty, and the blood burst out like a fountain, and suddenly dyed half of the sky red.
A flashed, and a tall figure suddenly appeared beside him. His fingers slightly clicked and crossed the major acupuncture points on his body one by one. The constantly sprayed blood suddenly stagnated and stopped completely, but half of his clothes had completely turned red.
His eyes couldn't help shaking. Baili Jingtian's face twitched and turned his head stiffly to his right, but he saw the empty area at once.
His whole right arm has been completely cut off under the sword just now!
"Your Highness, it's urgent, and I have to do this!" Gently glanced at him, the big man who had just come to the prince's side made a faint voice.
Zhuo Fan, who was walking back slowly, also suddenly stagnant. His eyebrows suddenly wrinkled tightly, and his face was solemn. Then he turned his heavy head and looked back, but his eyelids couldn't help jumping and he clenched his fists tightly.
I hit the little one, and the big one ran out. Unexpectedly, the Prince of the Sword Star had just cleaned up, and the Zhongzhou Sword King appeared again!
Although the rest of the people didn't know who the visitor was, they had already guessed it. Who else can come to help Prince Jianxing at this time?
So, the people who were still laughing just now stiffened and became nervous again. With a cooing sound, they couldn't help swallowing their saliva together, and then looked at Zhuo Fan's place with a sad face, with a faint look in their eyes.
Dude, you are quite good at dealing with this sword star prince, but is this sword king master?
Without paying attention to their expectant eyes, Zhuo Fan just took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it out. Then he continued to support Chu Qingcheng's body and walked towards them. His pace was slow and not nervous at all.
When the big man saw this, his eyelids trembled, and his eyes were shining, but he didn't know what he was thinking.
Baili Jingtian also stared at Zhuo Fan and didn't let go, but his face was full of resentment and gritted his teeth. He only had one arm, and he clenched his fists even more tightly, and his nails were buckled into the flesh. He roared with resentment: "Thunder Sword King... Kill him, kill him for Gu!"
"Prince, you are seriously injured now. It's better to find a safe place to heal first!"
That's right. This person is the King of Thunder Swords, Baili Yulei. Looking at the familiar figure under him, and then looking at the anger of the prince in front of him, he had completely understood everything. However, he did not do as the prince said, but found an excuse to stabilize him.
He didn't notice the strangeness of the Thunder Sword King at all. Why Zhuo Fan's head, such a great merit was in front of him, and he didn't move the opportunity to show his face in front of his ancestors. On the contrary, he was very concerned about the safety of the prince who had become a crippled prince?
At this moment, Baili Jingtian was already carried away by anger. He just stared at Zhuo Fan and didn't let go. With red eyes, he roared repeatedly, "King of Thunder Swords, listen to me. This Zhuo Fan is the one who was determined to be killed by his ancestors. If you take his head, Gu will never take a penny of your credit. Just watch him die. That's enough!"
Silent, Baili Yulei heard this, but did not act, but just thought carefully about the next action.
Zhuo Fan didn't care about the threat in the air at all. He just silently brought Chu Qingcheng to the crowd. With a flash of light in his hand, a small porcelain bottle appeared. Opening the bottle stopper, his fingers bounced, and the green pills suddenly flew to everyone's eyes.
"Convinced it, continue to take Qingcheng away!"
Handing over the calm Chu Qingcheng to Shui Ruohua again, Zhuo Fan's face was calm and he made a sound.
Unable to help being stunned, Wu Qingqiu hurriedly said, "If you let us leave, then you..."
"The sword king who catches up will always be stopped by someone!"
Without looking at them, Zhuo Fan slowly stood up with an extremely determined face. He suddenly turned around and looked at the cold pupils of Baili Yulei in the air. Lei Yan and the golden ring appeared in his eyes, and the fire of killing were burning...