Anger, Zhang Jie's heart is full of anger now. He did not expect that Zhao Long was so bold. Not only did he threaten him in public, but he also did it in front of him.
It wouldn't matter if it was a master who was more powerful than him, but the one who slapped him in the face turned out to be just a child who had just broken through to the first level of sword master.
If this spreads out, where will the Sword Emperor's reputation go? Zhao Long and Zhang Jie glanced at the disciple next to him who was already giving out too much energy and not taking in too much.
Then he turned his attention to Zhao Long, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill all the members of your Zhao family?"
"You wouldn't do that." Zhao Long shook his head confidently. This made Zhang Jie stunned and blurted out: "Why?"
"The reason is very simple. First, although our Zhao family has been abandoned, it is still a branch of the super family after all."
If you destroy our Zhao family, you will surely bear their wrath.
"Second, despite your high strength, you can't catch me at all now, but I can easily find everyone in your Daolong Sect."
You! Zhang Jie was so angry with Zhao Long that his breathing became more rapid and his eyes became blood red. He really wanted to kill everyone in the Zhao family.
Not to mention that the Zhao family hasn't been in his hands yet, even if it fell into his hands, he wouldn't dare.
"I escaped from the hut you were guarding earlier. You should understand that you can't sense my breath at all now."
I won’t hide it from you, this is a new knife skill I learned, called the Breath Condensation Technique.
Under the sword sect, no one can sense my aura." Zhao Long held the sword and looked at Zhang Jie confidently.
After hearing what he said, the surrounding Daolong Sect disciples all screamed in surprise, and they all discovered it at this moment.
If Zhao Long hadn't been standing in front of them, they wouldn't have been able to sense Zhao Long's presence at all.
Zhang Jie, who did not believe in evil, released his sword consciousness again and again, but the sword consciousness responded that there was no one in front of him.
"Is this sword skill recorded in the "Magic Sword Technique"?"
Zhang Jie believed that such a magical sword skill could only come from the Emperor-level skill "The Divine Sword Technique".
"Do you think I will answer you? Release our Zhao family members quickly, otherwise everyone in your Daolong Sect will die!"
Zhao Long didn't want to answer Zhang Jie's question, but narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the Daolong Sect with cold eyes.
Hearing Zhao Long's words, the low-level disciples of Daolong Sect were a little panicked, and they all looked at Zhang Jie as if asking for help.
They don't want to die. Although they are much stronger than Zhao Long, their minds are far behind and they have been frightened by Zhao Long.
However, Zhang Jie did not answer Zhao Long, but chuckled.
"Why are you laughing?" Zhao Long frowned, suddenly having a bad feeling in his heart, and the sword energy in his Dantian quickly condensed onto the sword in his hand.
"Zhao Long, I have to admit that you are very good, and you have successfully practiced the "Magic Sword Art", but you seem to have forgotten something." Zhang Jie chuckled, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
"What do you want to say?" Zhao Long's heart sank. He was not a fool. Seeing Zhang Jie's confident look, he understood that he might already have the corresponding means.
Zhang Jie glanced at Zhao Long with disdain and said with a cold smile: "Indeed, you have learned the breath-holding technique and can hide your own breath."
But have you forgotten that even if you hide your aura, our sword sense will not detect you.
"But our eyes can still see you. With your current level of cultivation as a sword master, can you be faster than us?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Jie suddenly shot out a sword light from his hands. The blue light pierced everyone's eyes and said, "Go to hell!"
Everyone screamed in surprise, as this blue sword light was accompanied by surging sword energy.
Although Zhang Jie had tried his best to condense it and prevent it from being released, the leakage made those low-level disciples unable to withstand the huge pressure.
Seeing Zhang Jie suddenly making a sneak attack, Zhao Long snorted coldly. He had expected Zhang Jie to do this.
But he doesn't care. Indeed, his speed is not as fast as Zhang Jie, the Sword King of the Ninth Level, but his life-saving means is not limited to the Breath Condensation Technique?
Then his hands were crossed together, a yellow light shone, and Zhao Long's body sank directly into the ground.
The blue sword light passed directly through the place where Zhao Long was standing before, and hit a big tree not far away.
Then there was a loud noise, and the big tree was blown into countless pieces of wood.
After a while, the bright light gradually disappeared. Zhang Jie looked forward with wide eyes, but Zhao Long's figure disappeared completely.
"Where are the people? Where are the people from Zhao Long?" Zhang Jie exclaimed, eyes widening as he kept scanning around, but still found no sign of Zhao Long.
"Master is so powerful. He turned that boy into a scum in no time." A disciple suddenly praised loudly.
Zhang Jie glared at the disciple fiercely: "Fart! The power of my attack is not enough to kill Zhao Long."
"How could it be possible to blast his body to pieces?"
"Uh?" The disciple flattered the horse and hit the horse's leg. The companions around him looked like they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, for fear of offending Zhang Jie.
Long Hao glanced around, walked up to Zhang Jie and said: "Master, that kid must have dodged just now and was not hit by Master."
"King Longhao Sword really knows me, and you saw through it so quickly." Suddenly, Zhao Long's voice came from the edge of the woods to the left of everyone.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and immediately spotted Zhao Long with a cold face.
Now everyone was completely surprised, especially Zhang Jie, although the power of his move just now was not 100%.
But if a swordsman like Zhao Long is hit from the front, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.
But look at him now, how can he look injured?
"What the hell is going on? How could he move from here to there right under my nose?"
Zhang Jie was very shocked. He would never have thought that such magical sword skills as the Five Elements Escape Technique existed in this world.
Before learning to fly, Five Elements Escape Technique is definitely the best escape knife technique.
"Zhang Zongzhu, I didn't expect that you are not only shameless, but also so shameless. A strong man from the ninth level of the Sword Emperor actually attacked me, a small sword master.
What will happen if this spreads to the Continent of Swords?"
Zhao Long looked at Zhang Jie and the others coldly. Fortunately, he had learned the Five Elements Escape Technique, otherwise he might not have been able to escape from what he had just done.
"You dare to scold me?" Zhang Jie was completely angry. He had never been played like a monkey by anyone.
And it was in front of his disciples and grandsons, which made it impossible for him to have the dignity to lead the Daolong Sect in the future.
"Hey! I'm going to kill you!" Zhang Jie roared wildly, and the sword energy in his body started to work crazily.
He didn't care about the many low-level disciples around him, and the surging sword energy suddenly emitted.
A blue sword light quickly condensed in mid-air. Zhang Jie waved his hands, and the blue sword light quickly flew towards the direction where Zhao Long was standing.
"Bang!" A violent sound came along with a dazzling light. The violent shock wave overturned many low-level disciples. Only some masters at the sword king level could barely stand.
The huge explosion power caused many deep pits to explode on the flat ground, and countless pieces of mud and gravel hit everyone's faces.
After the light slowly dissipated, Zhang Jie looked at everything in front of him. Zhao Long's figure had completely disappeared.
He couldn't help but laugh wildly: "Zhao Long, even if you could hide again, you still wouldn't die in my hands! Hahaha."
"Really? Master Zhang Jie, before you let my family go, how could I have died so easily?" At this moment, Zhao Long's voice suddenly reached everyone's ears.
Everyone in the Daolong Sect looked around and saw Zhao Long standing lightly behind them. The clothes on his body were extremely clean. Compared with their embarrassed appearance, not to mention how energetic he was.
Hearing Zhao Long's voice, Zhang Jie's laughter suddenly stopped and he stared at the thin figure behind him in shock.
Then he roared crazily: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! You should be dead, there is no way you can survive!"
"Really? But why am I still standing here fine?" Zhao Long sneered.
"Zhang Jie, please release my family quickly, or I will make your Sword Dragon Sect disappear from the Continent of Swords!"
"Boy, you have such a loud tone, let me, Liu Haoran, come and meet you!" With that said, a master of sword king level walked out from the crowd, raised his sword and rushed towards Zhao Long.
Seeing that this man was so disrespectful, Zhao Long sneered and stood there without moving, with a mocking smile on his lips.
"Your sect leader can't catch me, just you? Is it possible?"
Zhao Long snorted coldly, and before the Sword King could get closer, his figure suddenly disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Seeing Zhao Long disappear so suddenly, not only Liu Haoran, but also Zhang Jie and other Daolong Sect disciples were stunned.
"Zhang Jie, I will give you three more days. If you don't hand over my family within three days, I will start to execute the killing order! I will start killing your Daolong Sect people until you release them!
Hahaha, let me see how patient you are in playing with me!" Zhao Long's voice came suddenly, but there was not a single figure in sight.
Crazy laughter echoed continuously in the air, scaring the low-level disciples to the point of trembling.
Zhang Jie looked at the sky with a livid face, gritted his teeth, and thought to himself: "A killing order? Humph! When they get the Zhao family back, I will slowly settle the score with you!"
"Go, come back here." Zhang Jie gave the order coldly.
But before they could get far, several sword kings he sent out had already rushed back.
One of the sword kings saw Zhang Jie leading so many people at the foot of the mountain and mistakenly thought he was here to greet them.
Then he walked forward and said with a dry smile: "Master, why are you still here to greet us? Just wait in the main hall."
"Fart! Only ghosts will come to greet you." Zhang Jie cursed angrily, but in a blink of an eye, he found that there was no one else behind the disciples, and said, "Where are the people from the Zhao family?"
"Um? Back to Master, the Zhao family had already disappeared when we went there." The sword king was scolded by Zhang Jie and timidly replied.
"Missing?" Zhang Jie's voice suddenly increased, and anyone familiar with him knew that he was about to go crazy.
"Yes, Master, there was no one there when we went there. It seems that they have left long ago."
"Pfft!" When Zhang Jie heard this, he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
All the disciples gathered around and shouted in horror: "Master!"
The sword masters who had just returned were very puzzled. It was just that they had not caught anyone from the Hai family. How could their master actually vomit blood?
Perhaps seeing their doubts, Long Hao walked out with a stern face and explained: "Zhao Long came just now and asked Master to let his family go, otherwise he will kill our Sword Dragon Sect and disappear on the Continent of Swords."