At this moment, in a dense forest on Daolong Sect Mountain, a figure suddenly emerged from the ground.
This figure is none other than Zhao Long who just disappeared from Zhang Jie and others.
As soon as he came out, he sat on the ground and breathed heavily, and the sweat on his forehead kept rolling down.
A wry smile appeared on his face: "I didn't expect that the Five Elements Escape Technique would consume so much of the sword's energy."
In the past, when Zhao Long was still a sword god, the little bit of sword energy consumed by the Five Elements Escape Technique was almost insignificant to him.
But now he only has the first level of Swordsman, and this trivial consumption has become a huge burden for him.
After only using it a few times, the sufficient sword energy in the body was almost exhausted.
The reason why Zhao Long left gracefully just now was not because he really wanted to give Zhang Jie two days.
But he was about to be unable to hold on any longer, once all the energy of the sword was exhausted.
Even if he wanted to escape, he would have no choice but to be caught by Zhang Jie.
Taking a long breath, Zhao Long checked the surrounding environment. He was still on the Daolong Sect, and there was no one around him. The lush woods became his best cover.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Long crossed his legs and recovered. Without the power of the sword, his breath gathering technique and Five Elements Escape Technique would have no effect.
Then countless heaven and earth energy began to surge over, and entered his body and transformed into pure sword energy.
At this time, Zhang Jie and others had returned to the main hall on the top of the mountain. Of course, the only ones following him up were those disciples at the Sword King level.
"Bang!" Zhang Jie angrily threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, turning it into countless powders.
The second-generation disciples behind him all lowered their heads silently, as if no one dared to say anything for fear of provoking Zhang Jie's anger.
"Damn it! Zhao Long was not caught, and now even his family has disappeared. What is this?"
Zhang Jie was quite depressed. The breath-holding technique used by Zhao Long and the sword skills that suddenly appeared and disappeared were enough to leave him speechless.
Who would have thought that even Zhao Long’s family members were not caught. You must know that this is the best method Zhang Jie uses to control Zhao Long.
But now it doesn't happen at all. How can he face Zhao Long?
Zhang Jie couldn't help but tremble when he thought of Zhao Long's sword skills that could appear and disappear suddenly.
He was not afraid for himself, but for his disciples.
With his cultivation in the ninth level of the Sword Emperor, even if Zhao Long comes to him, he will never be able to hurt him.
But his disciples are not very strong, many of them are only swordsmen. If they are attacked by Zhao Long, they will be seriously injured even if they don't die.
If this continues, the low-level disciples of the Daolong Sect will live in fear.
The disciples will not be able to practice well, and when the time comes, their Daolong Sect will become even more in decline.
"Damn it, someone give me an idea to solve the current problem!" Zhang Jie roared angrily, his eyes widening.
"Master, I think the first priority is to make it clear to Zhao Long that his family is no longer in our hands."
In this case, he would have no reason to attack us. A disciple of the Sword King suddenly offered his advice.
But Zhang Jie didn't even look at it. He picked up a teacup in his hand and threw it at the disciple: "Fart! Do you think Zhao Long is you? He will believe us if we say he's not here?"
Everyone was silent for a while, because Zhang Jie had made it clear many times that he would use Zhao Long's family to threaten him.
Now it is suddenly said that Zhao Long’s family is not in Daolong Sect, will Zhao Long believe it?
"We went to see Zhao Long's house just now, and there was a thick layer of dust accumulated in Zhao Long's house, which means no one has lived there for at least a month.
Can we find Zhao Long’s family in just two days?”
Xue Peng sighed. He was also in the Sword King team that went to Zhao's house before, and also understood the relationship between Zhao Long and the Sword Dragon Sect.
"I don't know where the Zhao family has gone."
Suddenly another Sword King disciple suggested: "Then can we find a way to lure Zhao Long out?"
"Seduction? How to seduce?" Zhang Jie suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight at the disciple.
"Didn't this kid Zhao Long give a killing order? With his cultivation level, he definitely can't deal with disciples above the sword master level."
"His targets must be those at the level of swordsmen. We can use them as bait to lure Zhao Long out and capture him in one fell swoop!"
After hearing this, everyone fell silent, secretly analyzing the feasibility of this plan in their hearts.
Long Ming, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head and said, "Master, this plan should have a certain possibility of success."
"Although we have many Sword Master Realm disciples, there are also many Sword Master and Sword Master level disciples. As long as we arrange Sword Master Realm disciples around them."
In this way, Zhao Long has no way to attack. But we can use the number of people to kill Zhao Long.
"Even if we can't catch Zhao Long, we can still protect the lives of our low-level disciples to the maximum extent."
Zhang Jie did not answer immediately, but frowned. It was not that he had not thought of the method Long Hao said.
But if this happens, the Daolong Sect will definitely fall into a passive position, and the low-level disciples will not be able to move freely in the future.
If the news spread, the Daolong Sect would be completely disgraced. But there was no better way in front of him.
Zhang Jie was silent for a while, and could only nod helplessly: "Okay, let's do it like this.
But we must ensure that all disciples are alive, I don’t want to see a situation like that happen again.”
"Yes! Master." All the disciples of the Sword King agreed in unison.
Afterwards, everyone left, and everyone could see that Zhang Jie was quite confused at the moment.
However, they themselves have no good solution, so they can only do this first.
Two days passed in a flash, and somewhere in Daolong Sect, Zhao Long had completely recovered, and his plump forehead looked extremely energetic.
"Third brother, father, just wait, I will definitely come to save you." Zhao Long walked out of the woods,
Then he looked up at the sky and swore secretly that even if it wasn't for his family, he would never let Zhang Jie go just because Zhang Jie had been under house arrest for so many days.
With a cold snort, Zhao Long flashed and disappeared immediately.
Zhang Jie! Will you let my family go?" Zhao Long's voice suddenly echoed throughout the Daolong Sect.
Zhang Jie, who was practicing in the back hall, suddenly opened his eyes and flew out instantly. He looked around, but found no trace of Zhao Long.
He immediately understood that Zhao Long had deliberately used his sword power to transmit his voice to the top of the mountain, but the other person was somewhere else.
"What a cunning boy." Zhang Jie cursed secretly and said in a loud voice, "Zhao Long, your family is not in our hands."
Although he is very reluctant, Zhang Jie still wants to give it a try, isn't he? Zhang Jie, do you think I will believe this little trick of yours?
Since you insist on not handing over, then don't blame me for being rude.
I admit that I am not your opponent, but I don't believe that your disciples and descendants are as strong as you.
With that said, Zhao Long stopped chatting with Zhang Jie and started taking action directly.
Although he was mentally prepared, Zhang Jie still felt angry after hearing such an answer.
To think that he, the mighty Sword Emperor Ninth Level Heavenly Power and the Sect Master of the Sword Dragon Sect, could do nothing against Zhao Long, who was at the Sword Master level.
"I'm so angry!" Zhang Jie shouted bitterly, "Zhao Long, if you have the ability, come and do it.
I want to see how you kill my disciples and grandchildren under our heavy protection."
At the foot of Daolong Sect Mountain, a sword master, Ertian, was walking together with a sword master, Ertian.
The second-level disciple of the Sword Master smiled and said: "Senior Brother, if you protect me, I will be absolutely safe."
"Based on the strength of Zhao Long, a first-level swordsman, how could he be the opponent of the senior brother?"
"That's right, if that boy Zhao Long appears in front of me, I will definitely capture him alive and give him to Master.
When the time comes, Master might be happy and reward me with a sword." Senior Brother said with a proud smile.
The disciple of the Second Heaven Sword Master also laughed and said, "That's right, the senior brother is the strongest."
I heard that boy Zhao Long seems to have a sword as well, and it is a primary-level sword of the imperial level.
"Hmph! I really don't know what kind of bad luck that kid had, to actually let him get a knife." The senior brother said in a jealous manner. Not only him, many people were very dissatisfied.
Knives are extremely precious, even the eldest brother only has one primary heaven-level knife.
This was the reward given by his master when he broke through to the first level of Sword Lord.
But swordsman Zhao Longcai owns an emperor-level primary sword in the first level of heaven. How can they not be jealous?
"If you want my knife, come and get it yourself." Zhao Long's voice suddenly came from behind.
The two of them were so frightened that they immediately turned back, but there was nothing behind them, and there was no trace of anyone left.
"Senior Brother, didn't I hear you correctly just now? Someone seemed to be talking behind you."
The sword master's second-level disciple looked at the senior brother beside him with a surprised expression on his face.
But the senior brother frowned: "Junior brother, Zhao Long has a way of suddenly appearing and suddenly disappearing, so you must not act rashly."
At this time, Zhao Long, who was hiding underground, clearly heard the conversation between the two, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He just made the noise on purpose to alert the two of them.
Even Dao Jun has limited energy, and it is impossible to be on alert all the time, which would be very tiring.
What Zhao Long was waiting for was the moment when they were tired, and this was the best opportunity to take action.
The appearance of the senior brother made Zhao Long slightly surprised, but he was not an idiot and immediately thought of the reason why Zhang Jie did this.
"Zhang Jie, do you think I can't kill the sword master with the protection of the sword master?" Zhao Long snorted disdainfully in his heart.
The senior brother and the disciple of the second-level swordsman on the ground looked around cautiously, but there was still no trace of them.
"Senior Brother, do you think Zhao Long ran away?" the sword master's second-level disciple asked.
The senior brother was startled, then smiled and said: It's possible, after all, he is only a first-level swordsman, and his strength is far different from mine.
"It's normal if you don't dare to come out. Okay, let's leave quickly."
After saying that, the two people left immediately, while Zhao Long followed them quietly underground, holding the imperial sword in his hand.
Suddenly, Zhao Long jumped out from under the ground, and with the dazzling sword light accompanied by the huge sword energy, he instantly flew towards the sword master's second-level disciple.
"Ah? Not good!" Senior Brother saw this scene and immediately screamed, "Junior Brother, run quickly!"
At this time, the sword master's second-level disciple came to his senses and immediately wanted to dodge.
But before he could dodge, the sword light from Zhao Long instantly penetrated his chest, and blood shot out like a fountain. This chapter has been completed!