"Sect Master!"

At this moment, a voice came.

I saw Kong Yu smiling at the corner of her mouth, shaking her slender arms, and walking from the mountain road with light steps.

"Something?"

Xue Ye asked, if there is no important matter, Kong Yu will not come to disturb him.

"There is a young man from the sect, who claims to be the messenger of the Ghost Sword Stream, who came to hand you the war book, Elder Chen, they are not in charge, I don't know if this war book will be accepted, let me ask you!"

Kong Yu said.

"Ghost Sword Flow!"

Xue Ye's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and now what he hated the most was the Ghost Sword Stream, he had to kill Fujiwara Zun to seek justice for Nian Danxue's family.

"Sect Master, I don't know if this is a conspiracy of the Ghost Sword Stream, you still have to think twice!"

Kong Yu persuaded him.

"Let's go check it out!"

Xue Ye walked down the mountain.

"The only one who can make you impulsive is Miss Cher!"

Looking at Xue Ye's tall back, Kong Yu had some dark sadness in his eyes.

Coming to the main hall of the Demon Sect, Xue Ye was sitting precariously, standing on both sides of the Chen, Yang Erlao and the Twelve Dharma Protectors, they were looking at the center of the main hall with unkind eyes, and there was a young man wearing a samurai costume and clogs and shoes, with red lips and white teeth.

Although the young man's face pretended to be calm, cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck, and he was stared at by so many strong people, and his mood was on the verge of collapse.

"You're the emissary of the Ghost Sword Stream?"

Xue Ye suddenly spoke, and all the talents slightly withdrew the spiritual power in their eyes.

The young man was released like a heavy release, but his back was already soaked with sweat, and he gasped slightly and said: "Back to Sect Master Xue, the younger generation Furukawa Zhen, I have come to hand over the battle book on the order of the family teacher, and seven days later, the family teacher Fujiwara Zun is waiting for the master in Lion's Head Mountain!"

Xue Ye didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on this young man called Guchuan Zhen, he was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, but his cultivation was considered to be a triple alchemy realm, and this talent was a first-class qualification even if it was placed in the Heavenly Martial Kingdom.

"Hmph, what kind of conspiracy does Fujiwara want to play again!"

Elder Yang snorted coldly.

"The family master said that the grievance with Sect Master Xue must be settled, and he admires Sect Master Xue's kendo talent very much, so he wants to fight a fair battle with Your Excellency and put an end to this grievance!"

Furukawa Mando.

"Hmph, don't we know the face of your Fusang people, every time you say a fair fight, but every time you play some despicable methods, we can trust your so-called fair fight!"

"That's right, why should the sect master take his battle book to heart, in my opinion, first cut off this kid's hands and feet, and then let Fujiwara Zun come to our Demon Sect to redeem people, and when the time comes, it is not up to us to kill or chop up!"

"It's too cheap to cut off his hands and feet, this kid's skin is so tender, just pick him off a layer of skin, and then torture him well, hang him a breath, let him survive and die!" ......

The Twelve Dharma Protectors, you said word by word, and Furukawa Zhen, who was frightened, turned pale, and stood there trembling a little.

"I took the war book, go back and tell your master, I still say the same thing, let him wash his neck and wait for me to cut off his head, in this life and this life, if I don't kill him, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

Xue Ye's face turned cold, and his tone was aggressive and murderous.

"Yes, Sect Master Xue!"

Furukawa Zhen hurriedly answered, his hand holding the war book still trembling.

Kong Yu took the battle book from his hand, and then sent Furukawa Zhen away.

Back in Xue Ye's courtyard, Xue Ye sat there without saying a word, thoughtful.

Kong Yu walked in and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Now that the fifth prince has ascended to the throne of the crown prince and holds the power of the capital, Fujiwara Zun's plan to establish a sect in the Tenmu Kingdom has been completely shattered, if I were him, he would definitely leave the Tenmu Kingdom with all his forces, but he chose to fight me at this time, who do you say he was instructed by?"

"Fujiwara Zun has always supported the Eight Princes, could it be the meaning of the Eight Princes?"

Kong Yu said.

"Hmph, the Eighth Emperor is now unable to protect himself, he doesn't dare, besides, Fujiwara Zun is also extremely cunning, knowing that the Eighth Emperor has lost power, supporting him will not only benefit from anything, but will even lead to death.

In the past, his relationship with the Eighth Emperor was not solid, he just used each other, and now he will not risk his life for the Eighth Prince!"

Xue Ye said.

"Who could it be? Do you want to send a message to ask Wu Chen?"

Kong Yu said.

"No!"

"Why?"

"Because I suspect that's exactly what the Five Princes meant!"

Xue Ye's heart was faintly complicated.

"Why?"

Kong Yu said curiously.

"Because of the high merit of the Lord!"

At this time, a hearty voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Who is it?"

Kong Yuqiao's face changed color, this person was able to get close to the courtyard where Xue Ye lived unconsciously, but he was an extremely dangerous person.

On the other hand, Xue Ye was not surprised, took a sip of tea to himself, and said lightly: "I know you will definitely come!"

......

Seven days later, Xue Ye rushed to Lion's Head Mountain.

This is the highest mountain in the south of the capital, Xue Ye is still very familiar with this place, a month ago, in the trial of ascending to the sky, Xue Ye also fought side by side with Wu Chen, now it is only a short month, when facing Wu Chen again, but there are earth-shattering changes with that time.

Xue Ye climbed the Lion's Head Mountain, and on the huge square of the summit, a huge arena had already been erected.

At this time, Fujiwara Zun had been waiting for a long time, wearing a black samurai uniform, holding his katana in both hands, with a cold face, he also noticed Xue Ye's arrival, slowly opened his eyes, and showed a fierce look: "You are here!"

Xue Ye was holding a sword in his hand, his black robe was fluttering, and he looked around his surroundings expressionlessly, ignoring Fujiwara Zun on the arena.

Fujiwara Zun's face showed anger, he was also the head of the Ghost Sword Stream, the first swordsman in Fusang Country, Xue Ye ignored his opponent so much, this was the biggest humiliation for him.

Xue Ye first observed the surrounding environment, and saw that not far from the arena, in a pavilion, Wu Chen's golden sword horse was sitting on the Taishi chair, quite stylish, and behind him stood a shadow with an unkind face.

In addition to Wu Chen, there were also three people who watched this duel, the second prince, the sixth prince and the eighth prince, obviously Wu Chen's face is very big now, and he actually invited these three princes to the scene at the same time.

The eyes of the six princes and the eighth prince also looked at Xue Ye at the same time, all showing murderous intent, it was because of such an indifferent man in front of them that they broke their dream of becoming the crown prince, if it weren't for Xue Ye, how could Wu Chen have any chance of winning?

Thinking of this, the two of them were even more angry, and they couldn't wait to see Xue Ye die tragically under Fujiwara Zun's sword immediately.

Xue Ye was still expressionless, and slowly walked forward under everyone's gaze.

He didn't go directly to the arena, but walked around, and then walked to Wu Chen in the pavilion.

A trace of jealousy flashed in Wu Chen's eyes, but he pretended to be calm and stared at Xue Ye again, but his expression showed extreme dissatisfaction.

Xue Ye walked up to the pavilion, only ten steps away from Wu Chen, the audience was terrifying, the two looked at each other, as if they could hear each other's breathing.

"Don't you still salute when you see the prince?"

The right hand hidden in the sleeve of the absolute shadow was infused with true qi, and it was actually on guard against Xue Ye.

"Wu Chen and I are brothers, why do you need to salute!"

Xue Ye suddenly laughed, but his eyes were red.

"Xue Ye, you are presumptuous, what crime should you be guilty of such disobedience?"

Never Shadow scolded.

"Brother Wu Chen, do you remember the first time you and I met in front of the City God Temple on the outskirts of the capital?"

Xue Ye asked.

The audience was still silent, and the sixth prince and the eighth prince glanced at each other, looking lively.

There was no shadow and wanted to scold, but Wu Chen raised his hand to stop him: "Remember, at that time, we were drinking and eating meat in a big bowl in the secret room, we spoke freely, and almost became brothers, and in the end, although we were rejected by Brother Xue, you and I are still brothers!"

"In front of the City God Temple, you saved me and Xue'er at that time, and later I was framed by the three princes and imprisoned in the Soul Eater Prison, and you also sent people to protect me and save me, these are what I owe you.

So later, I helped you fight the world in order to repay your favor, and now the favor has been repaid, from now on, you and I will not owe each other, and we will no longer be brothers!"

Xue Ye suddenly drew his sword, and the sword qi flashed, cutting off his black robe, and the black cloth flew in the wind, marking that the two of them were cut off from then on.