Nine Hundred and Eighty-One. Whoever Comes, It's Useless

Zhao Zhen wanted to leave, but Yan Zhaoge didn't intend to let him go, and immediately chased after him.

Together with the sword light, it seems that a long river of time runs through the void, blurring the boundaries of time and space.

The Zihai Sword Art of the Zichao Sword Sect is majestic and capable of both offense and defense, but it is not good at speed.

Yan Zhaoge's body and Yun Zhuantian's lightsaber merged into one, and the sword turned into a river, quickly chasing behind Zhao Zhen.

The sun seal fell, and Zhao Zhen had no way to avoid it, so he could only draw out the Zihai sword again to fight.

This time he took the shot, he was still on the defensive, trying to deal with Yan Zhaoge.

Seeing that Zhao Zhen's actions were similar to Yuan Xiancheng's, Yan Zhaoge moved his eyes again, and asked, "Who are you waiting for?"

When Zhao Zhen heard this, his heart tightened.

There was a bit of panic and helplessness on his face before, but now it gradually dissipated, and he regained his composure.

"Let me guess, the person chasing after me should not arrive so soon." Yan Zhaoge said, "If that's the case, then it's the person who was waiting in front like you."

"Could it be that 'Baowu Zhenyue' Zhang Shuren has left Fangyuan Mountain and come here?"

Yan Zhaoge asked casually, but Zhao Zhen didn't answer, but the sword's momentum became more and more steady, and the needle was hidden in the cotton.

When the other southern warriors heard this, they all lifted their spirits.

"Baowu Zhenyue" Zhang Shuren, the senior elder of Wutong Mountain, the Jiuzhong Martial Saint, and a strong person in the late stage of Xianqiao.

In the entire Southern Yantian Realm, one of the strongest people under the Southern Supreme Zhuangshen, and in the Upper Realm, he is also a top master who has been famous for many years.

Now the strongest warrior active in the eastern part of Yantian Realm in the south, and the person in charge here at Wutongpo of Fengyi Mountain.

"Phoenix pupil" Yuan Xiancheng bowed his head in front of him, no matter his strength or seniority, he was inferior to him.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Zhao Zhen: "You guys want to drag me here and wait for Zhang Shuren to come over?"

"It's best not to have Zhang Baowu come, we'll get rid of you." Zhao Zhen finally spoke again at this moment: "It just seems to be impossible now."

Just now, he did have the intention to withdraw, and he called Yuan Xiancheng to leave first.

Keeping the green hills there is no need to worry about no firewood.

However, Yuan Xiancheng told him one thing, which finally made Zhao Zhen change his mind.

Although there is no basis, Zhao Zhen chooses to believe Yuan Xiancheng.

At this moment, he looked Yan Zhaoge up and down with a very strange gaze: "Now, I really believe that when you were in Huangjia Sea in the southeast, you had already defeated and hunted down the rumors about the middle-stage martial saint of Xianqiao."

"There are people like you in this world. With your strength, the red lotus under the knee of His Majesty Emperor Jin of Miaofei Peak can't compare to it."

Zhao Zhen said with admiration: "You are the number one young generation emerging in the world in recent years."

"Wutongpo said that you came from a lower realm, and it was a coincidence that you got the sun seal, but now I really doubt that you are indeed the direct descendant of the Sun Sun Shangzun?"

Yan Zhaoge laughed and said, "What Wutongpo said is correct, I did get the Sun Seal just by chance."

He spoke in his mouth, but his hands were not slow, and a sword fell, cutting through the purple sea.

"There's no need to delay the time with clichés." Yan Zhaoge said flatly: "Zhang Shuren is here, let him come here. I have no intention of avoiding it, so I will wait for him here at Haoling Mountain."

"However, I can naturally wait for him. Whether you can wait or not is not certain."

The stern purple-red sword light covered the sky and covered the sky, making Zhao Zhen powerless to parry.

He couldn't avoid it now, he could only resist it with all his strength.

"It doesn't matter if we can't wait." Zhao Zhen said in a deep voice, "Just keeping you is enough."

Yan Zhaoge looked at Zhao Zhen and understood what he meant.

Zhao Zhen came to Xuanning Mountains this time to help boxing. On the one hand, he was selling Wutongpo's face, and on the other hand, it was for the personal friendship between him and Yuan Xiancheng.

Normally, he was selling Wutongpo's face, not working for Wutongpo, and he didn't need to fight to the death.

As the number one powerhouse in Tongming Sea, it is true that Zichao Sword Sect is the number one force in Tongming Sea.

But if he falls here together with Zihai Sword, the strength of Zichao Sword Sect will drop greatly.

Although it is still a top force in the transparent world, it is impossible to continue to occupy the throne of supremacy.

It may even face the siege of other forces in Tongminghai.

Just like the Daxuan Dynasty in the Huangjiahai of the Southeast Yangtian Realm back then.

Zhao Zhen stayed here to fight to the death, at first glance, it was quite unwise.

But if it was Yan Zhaoge, he would choose the same.

If Zhao Zhen really died in battle here, Wutongpo would definitely not sit idly by and ignore the situation in Tongminghai, and Zichao Sword Sect would receive the clear support of Wutongpo, and its prestige would not be lost.

And if Yan Zhaoge was allowed to escape, even if Zhao Zhen returned to Tongming Sea alive, he would not live in peace in the days to come.

Because Yan Zhaoge in front of him was so strong that he couldn't sleep or eat!

The current Yan Zhaoge was already so terrifying even before he boarded the Immortal Bridge.

If the tiger is let go today, Yan Zhaoge will make a comeback in the future, how will the Zichao Sword Sect resist?

Even if Wutongpo takes care of it, it may not be safe.

He now has only one way to go to the dark, and he only wants to gather the strength of the powerhouses in the eastern part of Yantian Realm in the south, and keep Yan Zhaoge here forever!

"It's a good idea, but..." Yan Zhaoge slashed his sword, and Yun Zhuantian's lightsaber slid past the Zihai Sword's blade, cutting towards Zhao Zhen's finger.

If you don't give up the sword, you will cut off your finger!

Zhao Zhen seemed silent and unremarkable, but he was extremely stubborn when he made up his mind at this moment.

The edge of Yan Zhaoge's sword fell off, Zhao Zhen didn't let go, instead he pushed the Zihai Sword in his hand forward, and also slashed at Yan Zhaoge's finger.

Yun Zhuantian's lightsaber was even faster, and the bloody light appeared, directly cutting off the fingers of Zhao Zhen's right hand.

Zhao Zhen didn't change his face, he was already prepared, his left hand was connected like lightning, he held the hilt of Zihai Sword, and continued to slide forward.

"Good!" Yan Zhaoge praised softly, shaking his wrist.

On Yun Zhuantian's lightsaber, Zihong's stern light shrank, and a flexible force was born, which slightly bounced Zihai sword away.

The sword's edge was a hair's breadth away from touching Yan Zhaoge's finger.

The next moment, Yan Zhaoge shook the Yun Zhuan Tian lightsaber, the softness turned into rigidity again, the sharpness was revealed, and the sword cut down again.

Zhao Zhen couldn't change enough, the left hand holding the sword was directly cut off by Yan Zhaoge!

On the other side, amidst the flames, the phoenix cry sounded again.

Yuan Xiancheng was reborn from the ashes once again.

However, this time, his right eye was tightly closed, only the light and shadow of the phoenix in his left eye was about to fly.

Even so, to be able to escape from death and be reborn from Nirvana is naturally a great joy.

However, what was obviously full of joy and vitality was full of sadness at this moment.

After Yuan Xiancheng was reborn from Nirvana, the first scene that caught his eye was Zhao Zhen's arm cut off by Yan Zhaoge's sword!

But at this moment, Yuan Xiancheng and Zhao Zhen, who were originally gloomy, showed joy on their faces at the same time.

A powerful breath suddenly came from afar.

From Fangyuan Mountain in the east.

That aura belongs to the Jiuzhong Martial Saint, a strong person in the late stage of Xianqiao!

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