C55 (1/2)

”Lin Zhentian, you dare injure my wife!”

Looking at Qiu Yunbing's bloody arm and her pale white face, Wang Xiaojian was like an enraged wild beast, and his eyes were completely red.

”Wang Xiaojian, not only do I want to hurt her, I also want to kill her! I want her to die for my elder! ”

Lin Zhentian rushed out once again, his Sword Qi sweeping out.

Qiu Yunbing clenched her teeth and endured.

But, under the Purple-cloud Sword Art, Qiu Yunbing's sword was easily sent flying.

Swish!

Lin Zhentian's bright sword fell on her neck.

With a light pull, the beautiful Qiu Yunbing would be gone!

Qiu Yunbing's expression immediately became ugly.

”Lin Zhentian, stop right now!”

Wang Xiaojian opened his eyes and roared.

Lin Zhentian's sword rested on Qiu Yunbing's snow-white neck.

His originally dignified face revealed a fiendish grin.

Lin Zhentian did not immediately kill Qiu Yunbing. Hearing Wang Xiaojian's anxious roar, he looked towards Wang Xiaojian and grinned sinisterly: ”Wang Xiaojian, are you afraid? If you want me to stop, then just hand over the sword in your hand! ”

”Jian Lang, don't give it to him!”

Qiu Yunbing shook her head, she did not want Wang Xiaojian to give the sword to Lin Zhentian.

Lin Zhentian's strength was so powerful.

If Wang Xiaojian gave the sword to Lin Zhentian, it would be dangerous.

She did not want to implicate Wang Xiaojian. Looking at the silver white sword at the base of her neck, she even had the determination to die.

The people in the square were all shocked.

The first was shock, the Purple-cloud Sword Art that Lin Zhentian had displayed. This sword technique was lost a hundred years ago.

At that time, it was also because of the loss of this sword technique that the Purple Dawn Sect gradually declined and eventually perished.

Now that it had appeared, it had displayed such great power.

Lin Zhentian who possessed the Purple-cloud Sword Art was truly powerful.

Secondly, what was shocked was that not only did Wang Xiaojian possess a Profound Sword, he was also carrying a Purple-cloud Profound Arts!

The Purple-cloud Profound Arts was an inherited cultivation method of the Purple Dawn Sect, and it was a non-handed technique, its value was even higher than the Purple-cloud Sword Art.

Currently, Wang Xiaojian relied on the Profound Sword and the powerful Purple-cloud Profound Arts to fight against the three people with the strongest Dongxia Sect without losing. In the end, he also used an extremely strange movement skill to kill one of the higher ups.

However, what surprised everyone even more was that.

As the Patriarch of the Dongxia Sect, Lin Zhentian actually ignored his face, and used the lives of his sect's core disciples to threaten Wang Xiaojian, to force him to hand over the treasured sword!

This was too shameless! There was no bottom line!

Everyone wondered if Wang Xiaojian would hand over his treasured sword. But everyone knew, regardless of whether or not they handed it over, Wang Xiaojian was in danger.

If he did not hand it over, the lovely wife he just proposed to would die and he would definitely have his heart broken.

If he handed it over, he, who had lost his Profound Sword, would definitely not be Lin Zhentian's match.

He would die!

So much so that if Lin Zhentian went a little bit overboard, he would definitely commit suicide and let Qiu Yunbing go.

But in reality, he would not let Qiu Yunbing go!

Wang Xiaojian is in danger!

Everyone looked at Wang Xiaojian, not knowing how to react.

Everyone thought that Wang Xiaojian must be struggling to make a decision right now.

After all, the sword in his hand, was the Profound Sword!

That was an extremely precious treasure that countless warriors yearned for even in their dreams.

With the possibility of losing his life due to the Profound Sword, perhaps he would just grit his teeth and give up on Qiu Yunbing.

Although it was very cruel, this was Wang Xiaojian's most rational choice!

However, Wang Xiaojian did not hesitate to speak to Lin Zhentian.

”Alright, I'll give it to you.”

Wang Xiaojian's voice was ice-cold. The moment he finished speaking, he raised his hand and threw the Silver Snake Sword over.

Then he landed on the ground with a ”ding” sound.