I am a professional at killing time travelers

Jinsha looked at the Ferry Sword Master with disdain: "Don't worry about this!"

The Ferry Sword Master had a gentle face, but the aura emanating from his body was extremely fierce: "Oh? Are you saying that you just brushed aside the hatred of murdering your wife?"

"If you are so stubborn, you shouldn't go to my junior brother! You should go to my other junior brother. Your wife's intelligence was easily wiped out by him." Jinsha Zhenren spoke with sarcasm, and it was obvious that he was mocking the Ferry Sword Saint.

The Sword Master's face changed. He knew that the so-called twelve peak masters of Baishamen were just fellow apprentices, and that Art, a weakling, was not someone he could kill easily. However, he could not lose face easily. "Who is that person?"

"There are fourteen of us brothers. Is it that hard to guess? Of course it's Zhang Huiyu, the Yellow Sand Immortal who flew away half a year ago! If you have the ability, go to the upper realm and take a look!"

The Ferry Sword Saint's expression changed again and again, and then he thought of a good reason: "In this case, then exchange my wife's property. My wife failed to seize the body because she was not as skilled as others. Those properties were given to her by me to rebuild the White Dragon Cave. Now taking them out can be regarded as returning them to their original owner!"

"I advise you to think it over before you speak. I am the master of the Burial Blade Peak, and I am also good at burying people!" Jinsha Zhenren grasped the knife in his hand, and murderous intent burst out of his body instantly, making everyone around him feel as if they were falling into an ice cave. Even the temperature in the severe cold world seemed a little inferior, making people feel fear from the depths of their souls.

The Ferry Sword Master suddenly smiled: "Are you and I going to fight here?"

"I can even chop down a banished immortal, no matter where I am!"

The Ferry Sword Master was confronted and his face turned a little ugly: "It's not easy to practice at our level, but I can't let my money go to waste. In this case, I won't fight you. Let my clone play with your junior brother. No matter whether we win or lose, this game will be considered as my money watching the show."

Jinsha Zhenren sneered: "Combined battle against the God, hmmm, hmmm, it's damn fair!"

The Ferry Sword Master was not embarrassed at all after being beaten up: "When we were young, we often challenged each other to higher levels. My clone is just an ordinary guy. I think it's fair!"

Jinsha didn't waste any words. The knife in his hand suddenly burst out with sword intent, and with a casual blow, he actually chopped the space into pieces. Countless turbulent currents surged in the broken space, and instantly tore the Tenth Elder, who looked like a book boy, into pieces.

The soul was also turned into powder by the turbulence of space.

Jinsha looked at the Ferry Sword Master with an indifferent expression: "If you know what's good for you, get out of here. You are not worthy of discussing qualifications with me!"

The Ferry Sword Master had a cold expression on his face, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart: "I will remember today's humiliation!"

Jinsha tilted his head: "My junior brother is smart and clever, and he is ordered by heaven. He will not submit to a strong enemy. If he has offended you, please expose him immediately. If you expose him, the matter will be repaired. If you cannot expose him, I will definitely let him go. If I let him go, the matter will be difficult to end. I will hold the immortal sword and dig up your ancestral land!"

The Ferry Sword Master was a little confused: "Why are you telling me this?"

Jinsha swung the immortal sword in his hand, and a pure sword intent slashed out from the side, slicing the body of the Ferry Sword Saint diagonally from the right shoulder to the left waist. Just as he was about to escape with his head, a big hand grabbed his head and said, "I'll spare your life because you're a strong man, but you should be more polite when talking to me next time! I slashed the exiled immortal with a few swords, so who are you? Do you really think that a great master of the Hedao can order you around?"

Jinsha swung his sword at the other body of the Ferry Sword Saint. The sword flashed and instantly chopped that body into pieces: "You are just a Mahayana monk, and just a dog raised by the Winter Kingdom. How dare you negotiate with me?"

The Ferry Sword Saint no longer had the demeanor he had just now, and his eyes were filled with fear: "Goddess! Goddess! Please spare my life! I won't dare to do it again!"

Jinsha lifted the Ferry Sword Saint's head and shook it: "Don't worry! You won't die! Your body has been suppressed by my laws. If you want to remove my suppression, you need someone with similar strength to help you. Did you stop at the poem I just chanted?"

The Ferry Sword Saint was terrified and nodded repeatedly, but his head did not move. His body swayed back and forth: "Remember! Remember! Thank you for not killing me! Thank you for not killing me!"

Jinsha grinned: "You know what I mean!"

The Ferry Sword Saint quickly replied: "I understand! From now on, the forces under my command will no longer cause trouble for the Wuxian Palace."

Jinsha spat lightly: "Bah! What do you understand? I asked you to go back and spread this poem all over the continent! My poems are world-famous! If you do a good job, I will forgive you! If you don't do a good job, hehe! Before I ascend to heaven, you must die!"

Jinsha loosened his hand as he spoke, and the Ferry Sword Saint quickly used Jin Sheng's left hand to hold the sword, suddenly cut open a crack in space, and crawled into it.

Zheng Qiu took a step forward and bowed slightly. When Jinsha saw this, he quickly turned slightly to avoid Zheng Qiu's bow.

"Thank you for your help, brother!"

Jinsha's eyes seemed a little intoxicated: "Why are you thanking me?"

Zheng Qiu smiled and said, "Because my senior brother helped me!"

Jinsha sneered: "Humph! Do you think I'm an ordinary cultivator? Your strength and the total amount of spiritual energy in your body are even stronger than that little scholar. If we really fight, you may not lose! So why are you thanking me?"

Zheng Qiu didn't care about his senior brother's attitude. He intuitively felt that he was too arrogant: "Hehe! Anyway, thank you, senior brother!"

Jinsha was about to leave, but as soon as he turned around he looked at Zheng Qiu: "Do you really think I'm helping you?"

"Will senior brother harm me?" Zheng Qiu asked with a smile.

"I didn't harm you, but I still want to tell you about my poems! My poems are meant to protect you, but can they really protect you? The only ones who can really deter others are the big sects! Those small sects don't even know who I am! But everyone knows who you are. The news of your death has spread across the continent. After this round, can the truth of your death still be hidden? Can those who once wanted to kill you continue to sit there in peace?"

"Secondly, who am I? I represent Baishamen! The ten major forces may not care about you, but they can mobilize their subordinate forces to encircle and suppress you."

"The third and most important point is that the forces represented by the Exiled Immortal ignored you before because the Baisha Gate was in front, and your forces are too small, so attacking you would not be worth the loss! Now that you have the strength to compete with the Ferry Sword Saint, can the Zhao royal family still keep you?"

"Haha! Young man, I advise you not to be too young!"

After saying these words, Jinsha flew away for dozens of miles, opened the space channel with a mocking look on his face and returned to Baishamen.