Chapter 249: Compensation

"You kill me?"
Zhao Shi laughed dumbly, didn't know what to say, and was not angry.
Seeing Zhao Shi's casual look, Xia Yang felt that he was greatly insulted, and his heart was burning with anger. His face was cold, and the light of mana in his hand flickered, as if he wanted to do something cruel.
"Friend Zhao, be merciful."
The Jianhu Divine Sense, who was sitting cross-legged in the Qianyulou Ship, took a look at the surrounding environment, and was so scared that he immediately threw a protective spell on Xia Yang's body, while using the Divine Sense to quickly send a message to Zhao Shi.
Zhao Shi's attitude towards immortal cultivators whose strength is not as good as his own has always been very good. He didn't mean to kill people because of some language conflicts. The current blood lotus sword simply couldn't stand the blood of this condensed realm level.
But I didn’t want to. Xia Yang’s face flashed decisively when he heard Jianhu’s words. When he had a foreboding that Jianhu was about to stop him, he quickly accelerated the speed of his attack. Zhao Shi's chest.
"Sister Jianhu, for the sake of my Baicao Sect's reputation, I have to..."
Xia Yang's eyes showed a complacent look. Although the real person Jianhu is a golden core monk, she is more importantly a disciple of Yuan Ying. Xia Yang does not believe that she will treat herself to a disciple of the Qi refining period of a small sect. Just scold it for the sake of face.
"Idiot!" Jianhu scolded.
The triumph in Xia Yang's eyes has just appeared. The place where Maple Leaf's palm touches Zhao Shi's chest and countless scary tiny red sword lights rushing towards Xia Yang as if they touched some mechanism, and the green Maple Leaf palms are as fast as ice and snow under the blazing sun. Dissolution, even a sluggish red sword light could not do it.
In a blink of an eye, the red sword light with killing sword intent shook Xia Yang into the air, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the red sword energy soaked into the body, and the breath quickly weakened.
"Do you dare to hurt him? Death!"
The situation suddenly changed and Jianhu hadn't arrived yet, Xia Li screamed behind Xia Yang, with a look of anger on his face, without hesitation, three green trapped dragon piles pressed down towards Zhao Shi.
Xia Li’s face was full of frost, and her combat literacy as a seed carefully cultivated by the Baicao Sect was also extraordinary. She realized that Zhao Shifei could be the enemy in a short time, and when she saw the trapped dragon pile covering Zhao Shi a little, she immediately took out a cyan glow. The Fulu, vomiting blood, covered it.
"Enough."
As soon as he saw this woman endlessly, Zhao Shi showed an angry look. Without the time to accompany her to the house-like juggling, he swiped down his left hand, and a crescent-like arc of sword energy emerged, with a stern whistling sound towards Xia. Li cut off.
As soon as the blood-colored crescent moon appeared, the surrounding heaven and earth vigorously resonated with each other, and its power instantly increased to an incredible level. The sea of ​​blood and sword intent around was filled with blood. Xia Li was shocked on the spot, unable to move even if he moved, let alone urging the talisman.
how is this possible?
The hatred and Sen Han on Xia Li's face disappeared in an instant, and replaced by an incredible and incomparable sense of fear. This little cultivator at the peak of Qi refining casually swiped his hand and displayed a golden core attack!
Could it be that any senior who concealed his cultivation base came to play with me?
But I am a disciple of Yuanying, who dare to kill me? Is he dead?
Ding!
At the critical juncture, a green maple leaf-shaped shield covered Xia Li, and the crescent sword light that was not far from the initial attack of the golden core monks hit the shield and made a jingle, but the maple leaf shield only dimmed a little. .
There was a flash of light in Zhao Shi's eyes, and there was no plan to make another move.
He knew that without the help of the great formation, he was far inferior to the Golden Core Peak cultivator, and even running away was a problem.
Jianhu first put a shield on Xia Li, and then repeatedly pinched the tactics against Xia Yang who was lying on the ground, and even used the Jindan-level life-saving spirit pill to rescue Xia Yang, who was free, and hung it. One last breath.
Jianhu was still waiting for further healing, but found that Xia Yang’s heart veins were entangled by a red mana, absorbing Xia Yang’s own vitality, mana and even blood to grow. The strength of this red mana was not high, but the structure was very delicate. Xia Yang's life is linked together.
As long as there is an external mana change, it will explode with Xia Yang's body.
Jianhu suddenly turned his head, covered Zhao Shi with the coercive force of the Jindan pinnacle, with a cold tone, his eyes almost bursting out of flames: "Daoyou Zhao, what's going on? Junior brother Xia Yang is a descendant of the ancestors. Honorable, it’s better not to joke."
Unlike the big formation with the support of the big formation, a Golden Core Peak monk burst out all his power, and immediately crushed Zhao Shi, his mana stagnant.
Facing the aggressive Jianhu, Zhao Shi said indifferently: "It's nothing, the maliciousness shown by the fellow Jianhu Daoist along this journey is too obvious. It happened that this idiot came to the door automatically, and I added a little bargaining chip to myself.
It's just playing chess, it shouldn't be of much use, Jianhu Taoist friends don't need to care too much. "
It's really useless, even if this disciple named Xia Yang is a noble disciple, and is a disciple of Yuan Ying monk's family, he is still too light in the face of the entire Southern Territory strategy.
When Zhao Shi did this, he was boring and tried to see if he could postpone more time. Of course, it is also possible that Jianhu would immediately abandon the previous plan and give up Xia Yang's life to kill Zhao Shi immediately.
"You are fine!"
Jianhu's face was blue, and she was extremely angry. She had already regarded these extraterritorial heavenly demons as turtles in the urn, but she didn't want these people to be completely different from previous opponents. She didn't know what she was afraid of and acted unscrupulously.
The murderous intent in her heart skyrocketed, almost unable to restrain Zhao Shi to beheaded on the spot, but when she touched Zhao Shi's careless eyes, her heart was cold, and she barely calmed down.
Do it now, Xia Yang will die. The previous events can be explained by accidents and unexpectedness. Now Xia Yang died at the moment she acted on Zhao Shi. This matter made her unable to escape anyway.
Ask yourself, the first time the ancestors can reluctantly forgive, the second time the ancestors want to ignore the hurdles in their hearts.
Jianhu was silent, and suddenly put away his murderous look: "The so-called malicious thing, I have thought a lot about this matter. Whether it is my Baicao Sect or the Zhengdao League, I have kindness to all my friends and come here with the sincerity of cooperation. of."
Zhao Shi smiled faintly. This heavily armed look didn't seem to be kind.
"Fellow Daoist should hurry up and send this Daoist Xiayang to be treated. I guess the Daoist should not be able to solve it, but it may not be certain that the Yuan Ying monk can solve it."
Jianhu took a deep look at Zhao Shi: "Since Fellow Daoist said this, it should be like this. But Fellow Daoist should have underestimated my Baicao Sect and completely angered my Baicao Sect in this far south. Maybe it’s beyond your imagination."
Zhao Shi smiled, with a little contempt: "Friends said and laughed, a Nascent Soul cultivator is not as omnipotent as you think."
If words are not speculative, Jianhu no longer speaks, hugged Xia Yang, turned into a light and flew towards the back mountain. At the same time, several Jindan monks locked Zhao Shi firmly in their consciousness, with a strong warning. Obviously as long as he makes another move, it will attract a tough blow.
Zhao Shi turned his head to look at Zhou Bihu. Four flying swords emerged from him one by one, surrounded by Zhou Bihu who was about to sneak out of here. The red mist was filled, and the four flying swords formed a sword formation to suppress this. Small piece of space.
"Go ahead, how can I compensate for my loss?"