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You know, now, many people have already begun to doubt whether Zhang Ruochen is still alive, and may even have suspected “Lin Yue”.

It can be said that Zhang Ruochen is completely walking on thin ice now, and if he is not careful, he is likely to be consigned to eternal damnation.

Therefore, Master obviously died in front of Zhang Ruochen, but he could only kneel far away, not daring to approach at all.

If his identity is revealed, even if he does not die in the Sword Pavilion, he will definitely be captured and escorted to the Central Imperial City.

Even at this time, Zhang Ruochen maintained his utmost rationality, suppressing his emotions as much as possible and telling himself not to be too impulsive.

Once you are impulsive, you will fail the asylum of Master until now, and all your hard work will be destroyed.

“Boss Lin Yue, what’s wrong with you?”

Behind them, Mujiji and Xun Hualiu rushed up and helped Zhang Ruochen, who was kneeling on the ground, up from two directions.

At the same time, Sword Saint, who was next to Funeral Moon, also glanced at Zhang Ruochen, revealing a puzzled expression.

Zhang Ruochen lowered his head, trying not to let people see the blood and tears in his eyes. Pressing his palm on the position of the wound on his right leg, he squeezed the healed wound again, and said: “It’s nothing. The Half-Saint from Race struck a sword. His injury hasn’t recovered yet, and it happened just now.”

Mujiji saw Zhang Ruochen’s leg, blood was spilling, and he was immediately worried: “Boss, you are hurt so badly, why are you still standing? It’s the business to be relieved.”

Just now, the attention of Sword Saint of Funeral Moon was completely on Xuanji Sword Saint’s body, so not at all saw Zhang Ruochen kneeling on the ground, only thinking that he was injured in his leg and fell to the ground.

Funeral Sword Saint gave an order and said: “Lin Yue, Sword Discucssion Gathering is also about to end. Since you are seriously injured, you should retreat and recover.”

“Ah.”

Zhang Ruochen still lowered his head and complied.

Xun Hualiu and Mujiji supported Zhang Ruochen and stepped back.

After retreating to the edge of the white square, Zhang Ruochen stopped, turned his head, and glanced in the direction of the corpse of Xuanji Sword Saint.

“Master, I will definitely cultivation success Sword Saint, go to Nine Nether City, and defeat Nine Nether Sword Saint personally as the Sword Saint disciple.”

In Zhang Ruochen’s heart, secretly swore.

Although Zhang Ruochen knew that Xuanji Sword Saint and Nine Nether Sword Saint were a fair battle. The death of Xuanji Sword Saint is no wonder Nine Nether Sword Saint.

But this decisive battle will definitely affect the reputation of Xuanji Sword Saint. Nine Nether Sword Saint will receive countless praises and reputations. From now on, everyone in the world will think that Nether Nether Sword Saint is more powerful than Xuanji Sword Saint.

Xuanji Sword Saint had a good face during his lifetime, and he valued his own glory very seriously. It was unreasonable. After he died, there was no discipline to help him earn face.

“Nine Nether Sword Saint, you give my life to I, your father.”

Second Senior Brother Zhu Hong Tao clenched his fists and his eyes were bloodshot. He roared, and a breath of Savage Beast erupted from his body, which caused a gust of wind across Baishi Square.

“hu.”

All the saints present were naturally prepared and immediately propped up the Sacred Soul domain to protect all the sect members and disciple behind them.

Zhu Hong Tao is a legacy of the ancient times. The physique is quite powerful and possesses a Saint-level cultivation base. Compared with Eldest Senior Brother Qingxiao Saint, the battle strength is only one thing worse.

Zhu Hong Tao’s height was 4m3. After being completely mad, he made a crackling sound within the body, and his body expanded several times.

Fierce shots in his eyes, a kick on his feet, rushed out of the pit, punched a huge fist mark, and hit the chest of Nine Nether Sword Saint.

The fist prints hadn’t landed on Nine Nether Sword Saint’s body, and the energy exuded, but the six Half-Saint Old Ancestors of the Black Market behind Nine Nether Sword Saint flew out.

Nine Nether Sword Saint stood completely motionless in place, and he didn’t see him using the sacred sword, just stretched out a thin finger and moved forward.

“Pu chi! ”

An ordinary finger penetrated Zhu Hong Tao’s chest like a layer of paper, leaving a blood hole the size of a wine glass.

Zhu Hong Tao flew upside down, peng sound, and fell back into the pit.

Nine Nether Sword Saint’s gaze was very indifferent, and said, “Even your Master Xuanji Sword Saint died under the sword of the old man. You are too overestimate one’s capabilities, so you dare to do something with the old man?”

“Old fogey…”

Zhu Hong Tao yelled and stood up, about to fight Nether Sword Saint again.

“Just now, the old man was thinking about Sword Saint in Xuanji, and your mood is understandable, so I spared your life. You still dare to continue to offend the old man, really the old man dare not kill you?”

Nine Nether Sword Saint’s eyes were cold, and the two fingers merged together to form Sword Art, a very powerful sword qi, which gathered towards the two fingers.

Eldest Senior Brother Qing Xiao Saint saw the murderous aura exuding from Nether Sword Saint’s body. He apparently moved the murderous intention and realized that it was not good, so he immediately performed the movement technique, rushed to the front of Zhu Hong Tao and hit him with a palm. Returned.

“Eldest Senior Brother, why are you blocking me?” Zhu Hong Tao shouted.

Qingxiao Saint clenched his teeth and scolded: “Can you calm down, Master just died, I don’t want to collect your body again.”

Zhu Hong Tao stared at Qingxiao Saint for a long time. Finally, with his legs bent again, he knelt in front of the corpse of Xuanji Sword Saint, punched his chest with his fists, and let out a stern roar in his mouth.

This is a kind of helplessness. It is clear that the Master died in front of him, but there is no way to avenge him.

Nine Nether Sword Saint dispersed the sword qi between his fingers, took a look at Qing Xiao Saint, and said, “You are welcome to come to Nine Nether City to avenge you at any time, but please remember that next time, the old man will definitely not Will show mercy. Come one, die one; come two, die a pair. Xuanji Sword Saint’s discipline, there shouldn’t be many? When it’s all killed one day, it will be quiet!”

Qingxiao Saint said: “Don’t worry, sooner or later, I will go to Nine Nether City and defeat you by myself.”

“Only by you, I am afraid that I will never have that opportunity in my life. Xuanji Sword Saint’s several disciplines, and only the genius of Zhang Ruochen, the descendant of time and space, can be regarded as outstanding. If he is still alive and cultivation for 100 years, he will have a chance to compete with the old. The man fights. The rest of the people come to find the old man for revenge, which is tantamount to sending death.”

Nine Nether Sword Saint smiled and shook the head, turned around, and walked away.

“Really hateful.”

In fact, 10000 Ke, Lingshu Half-Saint and Huang Yanchen also wanted to make a move and fight to the death with Nine Nether Sword Saint.

However, with their cultivation base, in front of a Sword Saint, it is like an ant looking up at a fully armed human warrior, without even the qualifications to do it.

Just the powerful sacred might emanating from Nine Nether Sword Saint, suppressed them to immobility.

The Fourth Senior Brother sealed the cold and put away the Heavenly Sword of Xuanji Sword Saint, and an unchecked enthusiasm flashed in his eyes. Immediately, he was coldly snorted and said: “Nine Nether Sword Saint is so arrogant, I really think that our senior and junior brothers cultivation will not be his opponent for the rest of our lives.”

“I am cold, and today I take an oath. Within 100 years, I will use Heavenly Sword to cut off the head of Nine Nether and pay tribute to the undead of the Master. If I can’t complete the vow, let me die by Five Thunderbolts.”

Hearing Feng Han’s oath, several senior and junior brothers were quite moved.

Second Senior Brother Zhu Hong Tao slapped Feng Han on the shoulder and said: “Fourth child, among our senior and junior brothers, apart from the dead 6th, your innate talent is the highest and you have the best chance to avenge the Master. .”

Feng Han nodded, said: “Frankly, before the decisive battle, the Master had arranged the funeral and let me inherit his Legacy. If during the decisive battle, his Senior had an accident and unfortunately lost, let me take the Heavenly Sword. Go to the middle area with his body.”

Speaking of this, Feng Han was in tears and was very indignant, saying: “As the Legacy heir of the Master, I should have avenged the Master. In this life, if I can’t defeat the Nether Sword Saint, how can I live up to the high hopes the Master has placed on me. “

Since it is a life and death battle, who can predict the end? It is normal for Xuanji Sword Saint to make arrangements in advance. Therefore, the senior and junior brothers did not doubt his words.

Besides, Xuanji Sword Saint was indeed alone with Feng Han before participating in Sword Discucssion Gathering.

Qingxiao Saint’s thoughts were meticulous, and he glanced at Feng Han, revealing a thoughtful expression, and said: “Why does Master want you to take Tao Heavenly Sword and his body to the middle area?”

Feng Han stared at Qingxiao Saint’s eyes and said calmly: “Frankly, there is a huge secret hidden in Heavenly Sword. You must go to the middle domain to unlock that secret.”

Zhu Hong Tao said: “Fourth child, Second Senior Brother will accompany you to Zhongyu.”

“I will go too.” 10000 Ke said.

Feng Han shook the head and said, “This matter is of great importance. The Master told me that I must go alone. If others go with me, it is very likely that unprovoked disasters will occur.”

Afterwards, Feng Han put Tao Heavenly Sword away, squatted down, and hugged the body of Xuanji Sword Saint. His eyes were very sincere and tears filled his eyes: “You senior and junior brothers don’t worry, wait for me to come back from the middle. It’s time to avenge the Master.”

Immediately afterwards, Feng Han held the body of Sword Saint and immediately left the Sword Pavilion and disappeared into the night.

Third Senior Brother 10000 Ke Changchang put out a breath and said: “I really hope that 4 Junior Brother can succeed and don’t live up to Master’s expectations.”

Among the senior and junior brothers, only Huang Yanchen was the only one, staring at Feng Han’s back, with a puzzled expression in his eyes.

Because she knows very well that if Xuanji Sword Saint really wants to choose Legacy’s heir, it will definitely be Zhang Ruochen.

How could it be Fenghan?

There must be something wrong.

Huang Yanchen stared at Eldest Senior Brother Qingxiao Saint, bit his lip, and stopped talking.

Before confirming with Zhang Ruochen, Huang Yanchen didn’t dare to talk nonsense. After all, Feng Han did behave sincerely just now, and Master might not pass Legacy to him.

Besides, senior Brothers and Senior Sisters are not Half-Saint or Saint. Each of them is a famous person. Is she a Small Junior Sister of Fish Dragon Realm, who can slander casually?

With a pair of her eyes, she looked at 4 directions, and immediately began to search for Zhang Ruochen’s silhouette.