Nervousness.
Killing intent.
Indifference.
Near death.
Filled with nervousness, he wished he could wipe out the Ruins of God like how he had destroyed the starry sky.
With killing intent, he did not care about this matter of killing, which was easier than farting. Before he struck out with his palm, his mind was already thinking about what kind of reward he could get from the Rakshasa Sage.
Choosing indifference, he still shivered. He did not believe that the fake Rakshasa would use his life as bait to bring him a glimmer of hope when he was helpless.
Near death, he sighed.
This was a sigh that made the beauty's nervousness almost turn into anger.
This was a sigh that made Sui Sheng laugh in disdain.
This was a sigh that made the curved blade even more indifferent.
Xie Tian, who felt bitterness in his chest, heart, and mouth, lowered his head and said, "Senior, do you know who kidnapped the Sage's clone?"
Buzz...
The Sage's palm stopped three chi above Xie Tian's head.
The sudden stop caused the dust around Xie Tian to fly into the air.
When the dust settled, with Xie Tian as the center, the area of a thousand zhang was shorter by three chi.
Thus, in Sui Sheng's eyes, Xie Tian seemed to have knelt down.
As Sui Sheng retracted his palm, he also retracted his killing intent and asked with a smile, "You know who he is?"
With the Sage's killing intent gone, Xie Tian was no longer bleeding. He could finally raise his head and look at Sui Sheng.
Sui Sheng was very old, giving him a feeling that he was more vast and magnificent than the world.
Even when facing Shen Wushuang, he did not have such a feeling.
Thus, he looked at Sui Sheng very seriously.
Sui Sheng frowned slightly at such a probing gaze.
The instant he frowned, Xie Tian said softly, "I know."
"Hmph."
Pu!
With a light snort, Xie Tian seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and spat out blood. His evil body was about to shatter, his nascent embryo was about to crack, and his sea of consciousness was about to collapse.
Xie Tian reacted very quickly.
When the other party frowned, he spoke.
However, the cleverness behind this extremely fast reaction made Sui Sheng feel like he was being played.
Therefore, a light snort was the punishment for disrespect.
"Now, can you tell me?"
Xie Tian endured the intense pain and took a deep breath. He looked at Sui Sheng and said with a smile, "I'm afraid Senior won't dare to listen."
"Hehe …"
Sui Sheng burst into laughter.
A person who hides in the dark and stealthily kidnaps a Saint's clone. This Saint doesn't dare to hear his name?
"His name is Dark Blade."
Dark Blade?
Sui Sheng was slightly startled. Before he had time to think about who this strange and strange word referred to, Xie Tian spoke again.
"Doesn't this name suck?"
"Indeed …"
Sui Sheng, who had just subconsciously said those two words, suddenly felt as if he was being stared at by a venomous snake!
However, before the creepy feeling could grow, he heard two 'pu pu' sounds. Under the intense pain, his vision went black, and he lost all consciousness.
Seeing Sui Sheng being stabbed twice by Sullen Scimitar and taken away, a hint of astonishment appeared in the beautiful woman's eyes.
It must be pointed out that even when she learned of Xie Tian's true identity from Floating Light, she was not astonished at all.
"Is this even possible?"
After a while, she blinked her beautiful eyes and felt like laughing.
She did not expect that Xie Tian, who was facing the Saint's killing intent, would have a way to save himself that was even more strange than the two words' Dark Blade '.
Thud.
Xie Tian, who was kneeling on the ground, had blood all over his body.
However, his eyes, which were redder than blood, trembled as he looked at the place where Sui Sheng disappeared.
He felt that what he heard must be the sound of Dark Blade stabbing twice into Sui Sheng's back. He even felt that he saw two extremely familiar scimitars …
However, what he hoped for did not show up at the place where Sui Sheng disappeared.
Suddenly, Xie Tian was filled with disappointment.
This disappointment caused the beautiful woman to be unable to smile even though she wanted to.
It also caused the scimitar, which was about to leave, to pause for a moment. The familiar, loathsome feeling of heartache arose once more.
"Damn it!"
With a heavy tremble, the scimitar resolutely disappeared.
After being in a daze for an unknown period of time, Xie Tian, who had forgotten to move his blood-red eyes, came back to his senses and slowly stood up.
Rip!
Xie Tian tore off his bloodstained clothes and changed into a new set of black clothes.
As he changed his clothes, he suddenly laughed.
"The Jiuzhou Realm Spirit was right. You really don't like this name …
"Then why didn't you tell me …
"If you don't like it, we can change it …
"It's like I'm Xie Tian …
"That's right, I seem to have another name. I'm called something Feiyang. What about you …"
…
As he muttered to himself, Xie Tian changed directions and left the place where he had first clashed with the Saint. All that was left behind was a tattered shirt covered in blood.
The sun set.
Although there was no autumn wind, Xie Tian's bleak figure drew a fan with faint sadness.
As the fan was waved, the wind blew, causing the bloody clothes to flutter and the beautiful woman's nose to ache. The scimitar resolutely paused again and subconsciously looked at the bloody clothes on the ground.
Suddenly, the scimitar understood …
The fake Rakshasa named Xie Tian had no need to leave behind this bloody clothes.
Unless he wanted to die.
But who wanted to die?
No one wanted to die.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to enter the Sacred Fire under the ravaging of the Holy Pattern Fire.
He wouldn't have endured the pain of being burned by the Holy Pattern Fire to survive.
The scimitar with an Emperor's Heart suddenly found his mind being hit again.
The familiar feeling caused by this hit made him very annoyed.
Annoyed, he subconsciously trembled and wanted to destroy the bloody clothes that upset him, but he stopped at the last moment.
Seeing the scimitar staring at the bloody clothes in a daze, wanting to destroy it but reluctant …
This time, the beautiful woman was not stingy with her sarcasm and pity.
"You were once a Great Emperor, unbridled and unruly in the universe, even unconvinced by the Evil Emperor, but now you have fallen to the point where you need to rely on the help of an ant …"
In the end, the scimitar didn't destroy the bloody clothes.
"You really want to help me?"
"Xie Tian, Dark Blade …"
"Hmph!"
After cutting off the complicated emotions and hiding the Saint's clone, the two scimitars merged into the void again. Looking at the bleak figure indifferently, he once again stepped on the inexplicable path of seeking death.
"Damn it …"
The beautiful voice said words that almost made the new starry sky self-destruct.
The new starry sky even heard the sound of teeth gnashing.
But after gnashing his teeth, the beautiful woman smiled faintly and indifferently.
She suddenly felt that this melodramatic scene that almost tricked her to tears would not last long.
"Now that you have realized the power of the Saint's clone, will you still persist on impulse …"
Looking at Xie Tian's young back, the beautiful woman's lips curled into a smile that was unknown whether it was self-mockery or mockery.
"Compared to the Evil Emperor, you are too young, too impulsive, and can't achieve anything great …"
The beautiful woman's thoughts were very realistic.
Even though the scimitar had realized that Xie Tian was helping him and the two of them would cooperate to a certain extent, this cooperation was built on the premise that if there was even the slightest bit of carelessness, Xie Tian would be turned into ashes by the Saint's clone …
And an hour later, the three Saint's clones successfully found the bloody clothes that Xie Tian had deliberately left behind a trace of Luo Mo's blood essence.
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