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Jiang Jingmo had no time to pay attention to Bai Jinyue. At the moment, she was staring at Lin Xuanyang, calculating the chances of dodging his sword moves.

Speaking of Lin Xuanyang and Yang Qing, both sword cultivators have golden spiritual roots, which, coupled with the sharp buffs bestowed on their sword moves, make them much more difficult to deal with than ordinary sword cultivators.

Lin Xuanyang was so angry that there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. He swung the sword again, and the sharp sword wind gathered at the sword tip and actually gathered into a stream of air. The strong wind rushed through it, and there was a hint of murderous intent revealed.

Jiang Jingmo's expression changed slightly. This kid might really want to kill him.

Tsk tsk tsk, his mentality is not stable at all. Sooner or later he will go astray.

She sighed softly, and when she opened her eyes, a sharp light flashed in them, and the Jiang Chu sword in her hand glowed with a cold light.

"What do you mean, Brother Lin? Wasn't it enough that you killed our Jiuxiao Sect disciples before? Do you want to kill one more today?"

When Lin Xuanyang in the air heard her words, his sword-swinging movement froze and he looked at Jiang Jingmo in disbelief. No one should know about that incident back then, let alone her, a disciple who had just joined the sect not long ago.

Lin Xuanyang felt that Jiang Jingmo must be cheating him, but he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

"What nonsense are you talking about! When have I ever killed any disciples of your Jiuxiao Sect?" Lin Xuanyang pretended to be calm.

"Oh? Where did you get the sword in your hand?" Jiang Jingmo raised his eyebrows.

"Naturally, I got it during my training."

Lin Xuanyang's breathing became heavier, and his eagerness to argue looked particularly ridiculous in Jiang Jingmo's eyes.

"How come there is a word 'Li' engraved on the hilt of a sword that was acquired through hard training?"

Hearing this, Lin Xuanyang hurriedly looked at the hilt of his sword. He clearly remembered that the inscription had been erased by him, so how could it be...

The moment he lowered his head, the flaw was immediately apparent. The Jiang Chu sword in Jiang Jingmo's hand turned into an ice bow as she wished. She placed the three ice swords that she had condensed on the bow, pulled the string, and shot the arrows, all in one go.

The tied-up Chu Jiaojiao opened her eyes wide. Jiang Jingmo's movements were skillful and mature, as if he had practiced them many times. However, Chu Jiaojiao saw the shadow of another person in her, Chu Yao.

They grew up together, so she was naturally familiar with the scene of Chu Yao drawing the bow and shooting the arrow. This was the result of Chu Yao's years of practice, but Jiang Jingmo was able to imitate her movements perfectly after only spending a few days with her.

Three ice arrows came through the air and pierced into Lin Xuanyang's chest while he was stunned.

Unspeakable coldness instantly enveloped him, just like Jiang Jingmo's light blade. The strength of the Yellow Rank could not hurt him to death, but Jiang Jingmo's ice spiritual root was too special. Just a touch of it would control him, making defense impossible.

Just like at this moment, after the ice arrow penetrated, Lin Xuanyang felt that his blood was about to freeze, and the action of swinging the sword stopped completely. The strong wind airflow that was about to form also stopped in the air.

Lin Xuanyang was controlled again, although it was only for a short minute, it was enough to change many things.

For example, during this period of time, a vine shot out from the sword lights and shadows, and slapped away the shadow of the sword in the middle. In an instant, all the sword shadows in the sky disappeared, leaving only a vine ball wrapped in inky black vines.

A lot of the spiritual vines outside the rattan ball had been cut off, but the spiritual vines inside still protected Nan Xun tightly, and only slowly loosened up when the sword shadow disappeared.

The unique skill was broken, and Lin Xuanyang spat out another mouthful of blood due to the backlash. The control effect of Jiang Jingmo's ice arrow was also lifted at this moment. He suddenly knelt on the ground, barely supporting his body with the sword in his hand.

Suddenly, a spiritual vine stretched out and wrapped around the middle-grade spiritual sword in his hand. It was pulled back suddenly, and the spiritual sword slipped out of his hand. Lin Xuanyang looked at the spiritual sword being taken away, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and fell to the ground unconscious.

Yang Qing was trapped in the formation, Lin Xuanyang fainted, Bai Jinyue and Chu Jiaojiao were tied up, and the people from Lingyun Sect were completely defeated.

Jiang Chu transformed into a human form again, and Chi Shui, who had been watching the show for a long time, slowly walked forward.

"What on earth are you and why can you change your form?"

Chi Shui looked Jiang Chu up and down with inquiry in his eyes. He knew since he woke up that the divine weapon here was the container of their soul and could not be changed at will.

"You're not a divine weapon, are you? Where are you from?"

Jiang Chu looked at him with complicated eyes.

"I... you will know sooner or later. My true form is ice. That is my body. I can naturally transform it into any form as I wish. Just like water can transform into shape, ice can naturally do the same."

Jiang Chu hesitated to speak, but still explained why he changed his form.

"You're so strange. You always seem to have a lot to say to me." Chi Shui smiled, his red eyes a little dim.

"You do know me."

Jiang Chu did not deny it. He just stared at him and finally said something inexplicably: "You must not do bad things. Never."

"You're annoying."

Chi Shui was a little impatient, but it was undeniable that he didn't hate the stinky pen in front of him.

"Can I hurt someone your master hates?"

Jiang Chu tilted his head in confusion and said, "Huh?"

Chi Shui turned his head to Jiang Jingmo again: "Who do you hate?"

Jiang Jingmo, who was rummaging through Lingyun Sect's space bag, was confused by Chi Shui's words.

"Who do you hate? Look, that one is tied up."

Jiang Jingmo raised his head towards Bai Jinyue, which made Bai Jinyue's heart tighten.

What exactly does this Red Water Sword mean?

"You just saved me once, so I agree to your request for the spirit pen."

Chi Shui stood obediently beside Jiang Jingmo, her height not even reaching Jiang Jingmo's shoulders. She looked down at the red-haired head and couldn't help but feel itchy.

So she followed her heart and went forward to rub it without hesitation.

"No, I saved you. Why did you agree to my request for the spirit pen? Shouldn't you agree to my request?"

Chi Shui was stunned by Jiang Jingmo's boldness. He had existed for two thousand years and had never been touched like this.

So he tightened his face, took a step back, and avoided Jiang Jingmo's clutches.

"Then tell me what you want, and I'll agree to it."

Jiang Jingmo thought about it, and recalling the vicious reputation of the Red Water Sword in his previous life, he actually thought of a cliché request.

"Then I ask you not to hurt good people in the future, and only chop bad people."

“…What is a good person and what is a bad person.”

"I'm the only good person like you."

"..." Chi Shui was speechless. "What about the bad guys?"

“It’s the people who hurt good people.”

Jiang Jingmo spread his hands and said, "A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water."

"What about her?" Chi Shui pointed at Bai Jinyue from a distance.

"Oh, her..." Jiang Jingmo touched his chin and thought for a while.

"She's a bitch."