After traveling through the almost endless maze, he came to an infinite palace, and Ye Zhengxuan's steps were a little messy.
Looking at the huge corridor and high walls and experiencing the domineering of the Qin Dynasty back then, Ye Zhengxuan felt inexplicably sad.
He was not sad about the tragic situation of the monks back then, nor was he sad about the sects back then. What he was sad about was that his life was about to end!
Since he met a disciple of the Cangsheng Sect outside, Ye Zhengxuan knew that he might be doomed this time.
Although I didn't know who took action to help him save the situation at that time, Zhang Zhaozhong was never a person who gave up easily.
Sure enough, Zhang Zhaozhong has been waiting for him!
After almost dying and living a few times, Ye Zhengxuan could feel death approaching.
"Ah... I would have the cultivation level of that person who took action secretly. I would not have been forced into such a desperate situation by Zhang Zhaozhong! It's hateful that I, the master of the Xuantian Sword Sect, was bullied so much! I'm afraid it would be impossible to die here even if I wanted to spread the news!"
Ye Zhengxuan staggered and sat on the ground. His internal energy had been consumed completely, and now he was almost in a state of dying.
"Little mouse, I thought you would go wherever you were hiding and hiding, and I really had no creativity. Now, you have already decided to die?"
A figure came to Ye Zhengxuan casually. The man was holding a book in his hand, which was a record of the rise and fall of the people!
It's not someone else, it's Zhang Zhaozhong.
"Senior Brother Zhang, how about you just give him some fun, seeing how exhausted he looks now?"
A person behind him said with a smile.
However, Zhang Zhaozhong's fellow disciples have all arrived.
Zhang Zhaozhong smiled and said, "Although Xuantian Sword Sect has not been intimate with our Cangsheng Sect for generations, there are many acquaintances. It is not good to kill their disciples so openly..."
"Pretending!"
Ye Zhengxuan sneered: "Zhang Zhaozhong, if you have the ability, you will kill me. The one who is whining here is like a woman. I heard that three years ago, you were still a genius disciple in the Cangsheng Sect, but in three years, you have no inch to make progress. Now you have become a gangster disciple. Isn't it ridiculous to be forced to become like this now by a rising star Ao Cangsheng? "
"Ye Zhengxuan, you are seeking death!!!!"
These words seemed to reveal one of Zhang Zhaozhong's deepest and most painful scars. For a moment, Zhang Zhaozhong's face became ferocious.
As soon as the palm moved, the record of the people's ups and downs suddenly opened, and the big words reflecting the people's ups and downs appeared on the record of the people's ups and downs. Every word represents the suffering of sentient beings! Every word has great power!
Ye Zhengxuan took a deep breath, got up from the ground, and with a choking sound, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed.
The body stood straight, like a sword, showing its sharpness and soaring into the sky.
Several disciples of the Cangsheng Sect behind Zhang Zhaozhong immediately looked solemn, but Zhang Zhaozhong sneered: "The internal strength is exhausted, and now there is only a pair of skin left. Do you think this will scare me away? However, Ye Zhengxuan, if you kneel down and kowtow three times, and say 'Xuantian Sword Sect, it's better to be bullshit', I will be able to spare you!"
Ye Zhengxuan's pupils were madly murderous intent, but he was powerless. He sneered: "Zhang Zhaozhong, you dare to say such things in front of me. Now that my internal strength is exhausted, it would be fine if I have no power to resist. If I don't die today, Ye will definitely break through the Cangsheng Sect in the future, so that you can't stay all over the door!!!!"
The sound was as cold as cold as the sky, and no one could suspect that this person's words were false, and no one thought he was just talking casually. The murderous intent was revealed in everyone's perception.
"Okay, okay, okay!!!!" Zhang Zhaozhong laughed, and pulled his palm, and the word "kill" appeared in his palm: "The people of Xuantian Sword Sect are indeed willing to break their minds. Since that's the case, then you can break it!!!"
The word "kill" suddenly bombarded, and the murderous intent instantly evolved into a rolling heat wave, dark, and confused, covering Ye Zhengxuan with no heads and no brains.
Ye Zhengxuan looked to death with his eyes closed. Although he felt endless anger in his heart, he could not burst out. Such death was too frustrating!
His teeth were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to bite all of them!
"Draw the sword!"
At this moment, a voice came into Ye Zhengxuan's ears. The sound was plain and very young. A silent artistic conception that moistened things instantly invaded Ye Zhengxuan's brain. Subconsciously, the sword in Ye Zhengxuan's hand had already stabbed out!
This thorn is like spring breeze and rain, flexible, but full of will to move forward!
The sword light flashed, and Ye Zhengxuan was unconscious, but he completely destroyed the murderous intent in the word "kill".
After a sword, Ye Zhengxuan immediately came to his senses and was overjoyed! Someone helped him! There is no need to die!
As long as you don’t die, today’s hatred will definitely be repaid!
Zhang Zhaozhong's expression also changed. He subconsciously took a step back, looked at Ye Zhengxuan, and suddenly snorted coldly: "Who helps this person? Don't you take my Cangsheng Sect seriously?"
"Cipeanmen?"
A voice came from the depths of the passage: "I think it was your Cangsheng Sect. If you don't take my Xuantian Sword Sect seriously, you will openly kill my Xuantian Sword Sect disciples. Could it be that you really think that my Xuantian Sword Sect has no temper?"
After saying this, there was a scholar in white in everyone's eyes.
I don’t know where this scholar came out, but he just stood beside Ye Zhengxuan, looking at everyone with a gentle look. But Zhang Zhaozhong and others could see layers of murderous intent from his eyes!
Zhang Zhaozhong suddenly felt that the scholar in white was familiar in front of him and frowned: "Who are you? A person from Xuantian Sword Sect? I haven't heard of you as a number!"
"Zhang Zhaozhong, it seems that you are really confused. You went back to the palace and left three years ago, but now you have forgotten me completely!"
This scholar in white is naturally Han Fei!
When the dragon was born, he naturally had no reason to stay underground. After trying to find a way to climb out, he saw the scene in front of him. Time was too tight at that time, so he had only time to say "Get out the sword", and then he crossed the spring sword intent of the four swords intents of spring, summer, autumn and winter into Ye Zhengxuan's body, allowing Ye Zhengxuan to make that sword.
Ye Zhengxuan saw Han Fei appearing, wearing white clothes, and the words he said immediately, and suddenly realized it. He was overjoyed, pointed his sword and whispered loudly, "Ye Zhengxuan pays homage to Senior Brother, I wonder which Senior Brother is here!"