You know, now, many people have begun to doubt whether Zhang Ruochen is still alive, and may even have doubted "Lin Yue".

It can be said that Zhang Ruochen is now completely walking on thin ice. If he is not careful, he will probably be doomed.

Therefore, the master was clearly dead in front of Zhang Ruochen, but he could only kneel away and did not dare to get close to him.

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

Even at this time, Zhang Ruochen maintained the greatest rationality, tried his best to suppress his emotions, and told himself not to be too impulsive.

Once you are impulsive, you will let down the protection that Master has always come, and all your efforts will be ruined.

"Boss Lin Yue, what's wrong with you?"

Behind him, Mu Jiji and Xun Hualiu rushed up and helped Zhang Ruochen, who was kneeling on the ground from both left and right directions.

At the same time, the Burial Moon Sword Saint next to him also stared at Zhang Ruochen, revealing a look of confusion.

Zhang Ruochen lowered his head, trying not to see the blood and tears in his eyes. He pressed his palm on the wound on his right leg and pinched the healed wound again, saying, "It's nothing, it's just that the half-saint of the Immortal Vampire tribe was slashed on his leg by the sword. His injuries have not recovered yet, and he did it again just now."

When Mujiji saw Zhang Ruochen's legs, blood was indeed overflowing, and he was immediately worried: "Boss, you are so seriously injured, why are you still standing? Recovering your injuries with peace of mind is the main thing."

Just now, the focus of the Zhan Yue Sword Saint was entirely on Xuan Ji Sword Saint, so he did not see Zhang Ruochen kneeling on the ground. He only thought that his leg was too serious and fell to the ground.

The Sword Saint of Burial Moon gave an order and said, "Lin Yue, the swordsmanship conference is about to end. Since you are seriously injured, please step down and recuperate first."

"Um."

Zhang Ruochen still lowered his head and responded.

Xun Hualiu and Mu Jiji supported Zhang Ruochen and retreated to the back.

After retreating to the edge of the White Square, Zhang Ruochen stopped, turned around and looked at the direction of Xuanji Sword Saint's corpse.

"Master, I will definitely practice becoming a sword saint, go to Jiuyou City, and defeat Jiuyou Sword Saint with his own hands as a disciple of Xuanji Sword Saint."

Zhang Ruochen's heart was filled with a secret oath.

Although Zhang Ruochen knew that Xuan Ji Sword Saint and Jiuyou Sword Saint were a fair decisive battle. Xuan Ji Sword Saint's death was no wonder Jiuyou Sword Saint.

However, this decisive battle will definitely affect the reputation of Xuan Ji Sword Saint, but Jiuyou Sword Saint will receive countless praises and good reputations. In the future, everyone in the world will think that Jiuyou Sword Saint is more powerful than Xuan Ji Sword Saint.

During his lifetime, Xuan Ji Sword Saint was very proud of his own glory and took his own glory very seriously. It was unreasonable. After he died, no disciple helped him earn back his face.

"Nine Nether Sword Saint, give me your life."

The second senior brother Zhu Hongtao clenched his fists, his eyes were covered in blood. He roared, and an astonishing beast aura burst out from his body, causing a strong wind to stir up the entire Baishi Square.

"call."

The saints present were naturally prepared and immediately supported the holy soul realm and protected all the disciples behind them.

Zhu Hongtao is an ancient relic, with a very strong physique, and has a saint-level cultivation level. His combat power is only worse than that of his senior brother, Saint Qingxiao.

Zhu Hongtao was already four meters tall. After he was completely crazy, he made a crackling sound in his body and his body expanded several times.

His eyes were full of evil light, and he kicked his feet and rushed out of the pit, making a huge fist mark, hitting the chest of the Nine Nether Sword Saint.

The fist seal had not yet fallen on the body of Jiuyou Sword Saint, but the energy that was radiated first shook the six semi-saint ancestors from the black market behind Jiuyou Sword Saint.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint stood still, without seeing him use the holy sword, but just stretched out a thin finger and moved forward a little.

"Puff!"

An ordinary finger penetrated Zhu Hongtao's chest like a layer of paper, leaving behind a blood hole the size of a wine glass.

Zhu Hongtao flew backwards and fell back into the pit with a bang.

Jiuyou Sword Saint's eyes were very indifferent, and he said, "Even your master Xuan Ji Sword Saint is dead under my sword. You are too overestimating your ability. You dare to attack me?"

"Old man..."

Zhu Hongtao roared, turned over and was about to fight against the Jiuyou Sword Saint again.

"Just just now, I thought about the fall of Xuanji Sword Saint. Your mood is understandable, so I spared your life. You dare to continue offend me. Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

The Nine Nether Sword Saint's eyes turned cold, and the two fingers merged together to form a sword technique. A very powerful sword energy gathered towards the two fingers.

The eldest brother, Saint Qingxiao, saw the murderous aura emitted from the body of the Jiuyou Sword Saint, obviously had a murderous intent. Realizing that something was wrong, he immediately used his body technique, rushed to Zhu Hongtao, and repelled him with one palm.

"Senior Brother, why do you want to block me?" Zhu Hongtao yelled.

The Saint Qingxiao gritted his teeth and scolded: "Can you calm down? Master has just died, and I don't want to collect the body for you again."

Zhu Hongtao glared at the Saint Qingxiao for a while, and finally bent his legs again, knelt in front of the body of the Saint Xuanji Sword, punched his chest with both fists, and let out a shrill roar from his mouth.

This is a kind of helplessness. Master was obviously dead in front of him, but he could not avenge him.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint dissipated the sword energy between his fingers, glanced at the Qingxiao Saint, and said, "You are welcome to come to Jiuyou City to take revenge at any time, but please remember that next time, I will never show mercy. One will die one; two will die one. There should be not many disciples of Xuan Ji Sword Saint? When all of them are killed, they will be quiet!"

The Saint of Qingxiao said, "Don't worry, sooner or later, I will definitely go to Jiuyou City and defeat you with my own hands."

"Just you, I'm afraid you will never have that chance in your life. The disciples of Xuan Ji Sword Saint only have the talent of Zhang Ruochen, the successor of time and space, can be considered outstanding. If he is still alive and practices for another hundred years, he will have the chance to fight with me. The rest of the people who come to seek revenge are tantamount to dying."

Jiuyou Sword Saint shook his head with a smile, turned around, and walked towards the distance.

"It's really hateful."

In fact, Wan Ke, Lingshu half-saint, and Huang Yanchen also wanted to take action and fight the Nine Nether Sword Saint to death.

However, with their cultivation, in front of a sword saint, it was like an ant looking up at a fully armed human warrior, and he was not even qualified to fight.

Just the powerful holy power radiated from the Jiuyou Sword Saint suppressed them so hard that they could not move.

The fourth senior brother Feng Han put away the thunderous sword of Xuan Ji Sword Saint, and a frenzy flashed in his eyes. Then, he snorted coldly and said, "The Nine Nether Sword Saint is so arrogant. I really think that our senior brothers will never be his opponent in their entire life."

"I Feng Han, today I made an oath that within a hundred years, I will use the thundering sword to cut off Jiuyou's head and pay tribute to the master's undead. If I cannot complete the oath, I will die by thunder."

When several brothers and sisters heard Feng Han's oath, they were all quite moved.

The second senior brother Zhu Hongtao slapped Feng Han on the shoulder and said, "The fourth brother, among us, besides the dead six, you have the highest talent and the best chance to avenge your master."

Feng Han nodded and said, "To be honest, before the decisive battle, Master had already arranged the funeral and asked me to inherit his mantle. If he had an accident during the decisive battle and unfortunately defeated, let me take the Daotian Sword and his body to the Central Domain."

Speaking of this, Feng Han was already crying and was very indignant, saying, "As the successor of the master's robe and bowl, I should have avenged my master. In this life, if I cannot defeat the Nine Nether Sword Saint, how can I be worthy of the master's high expectations for me?"

Since it was a life-and-death battle, who could have expected the ending? It was normal for Xuan Ji Sword Saint to arrange the next thing in advance, so the brothers and sisters did not doubt him.

Besides, before participating in the sword contest, Xuan Ji Sword Saint was indeed alone with Feng Han.

The Qingxiao Saint was meticulous and stared at Feng Han, showing a thoughtful look, and said, "Why did Master ask you to take the pyrophyll Sword and his body to the Central Domain?"

Feng Han stared at the eyes of the Qingxiao Saint and said calmly: "To be honest, the Taotian Sword hides a huge secret. You must go to the Central Domain to unlock that secret."

Zhu Hongtao said: "The fourth brother, the second brother accompanied you to the Central Region."

"I'll go too." Wanke said.

Feng Han shook his head and said, "This matter is of great importance. Master has told me that I must go alone. If others go with me, it is likely that there will be no cause of disaster."

Then, Feng Han put away the Taotian Sword, squatted down, and hugged the body of Xuan Ji Sword Saint, with his eyes full of sincerity, and said in tears: "Don't worry, brothers and sisters, when I come back from the Central Domain, I will go to avenge my master."

Immediately afterwards, Feng Han hugged Xuan Ji Sword Saint's body and immediately left the Sword Pavilion and disappeared into the night.

The third senior brother Wan Ke let out a long sigh and said, "I really hope that the fourth junior brother can succeed and not let down the master's expectations."

Among all the brothers, Huang Yanchen was the only one who stared at Feng Han's back, and a look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Because, she knew very well that if the Xuan Ji Sword Saint really wanted to choose the successor of the robe and bowl, it would definitely be Zhang Ruochen.

How could it be Feng Han?

There must be a problem.

Huang Yanchen stared at the senior brother, Saint Qingxiao, bit his lip, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Before confirming with Zhang Ruochen, Huang Yanchen did not dare to say anything casually. After all, Feng Han did show his sincerity just now, and the master may not have passed on his robe to him.

Besides, all senior brothers and sisters, either semi-saints or saints, each of them is a famous figure. How could she, a junior sister from the Yulong Realm, slander at will?
Chapter completed!