As soon as he entered the Thunder Sea, the Deadwood Sword King knew what a terrifying situation his master was facing, and this kind of pure thunder sword qi was enough to make a peak sword king like him feel desperate.

And this thunder power is not aimed at his Deadwood Sword King, but Gu Zheng who is trapped in the center. It can be seen that the pressure Gu Zheng is under at the moment is even more unimaginable.

The Thunderstorm Hall Lord was able to rank second only to the Golden Dragon Throne and the Dark Moon Hall Lord on the Continent Sword King List, so it was naturally not in vain.

The Deadwood Sword King didn't dare to delay in the slightest, and with the heart of death, he endured the concussive power of the Thunder Sword Qi and went straight to the center of the Thunder.

As long as he is allowed to get close to Gu Zheng, he will be sure to help his master escape hundreds of miles away in the form of dead wood in spring, steal the sky and change the day, and fight for a glimmer of life.

Of course, although the dead wood is magical, it is not enough to rescue the two of them under such heavenly might, and he must stay to bear the power of the ten thousand thunders.

But the Deadwood Sword King had no regrets, and still decisively plunged into the center of the thunder to find Gu Zheng's location.

At this moment, Gu Zheng was indeed in a predicament, in front of a strong man like the Thunderstorm Hall Lord, he had to temporarily avoid the edge, and for a while he only had the power to defend, but he had no way to get out and fight back.

The thunder sword aura of the Thunderstorm Hall Lord was very domineering, and the intertwined web of thunder and lightning was even more impenetrable, especially the concussive sword intent contained in it, which could actually penetrate the power of Gu Zheng's five swords and go straight to the heart.

Gu Zheng's only chance was to temporarily leave the battlefield, relying on his powerful divine soul to stay away from the attack range of the Thunderstorm Hall Lord, and then he could counter the other party and be invincible.

But the Thunderstorm Hall Lord's combat experience is far richer than Gu Zheng's, and he will not be given such a chance at all, as long as Gu Zheng is a little relaxed, there will be a pervasive Thunder Sword Qi attacking, which will really hit Gu Zheng hard.

Such an opponent has never been seen before by Gu Zheng, in comparison, Pang Bailou, who is a fellow practitioner of the Purple Thunder Xuanjian and the best swordsmanship, is like a three-year-old child.

In a stalemate with such an opponent, Gu Zheng is not sure to hold on for too long, this is a real life and death crisis.

Just when Gu Zheng was in a dilemma, he suddenly sensed something, and he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the Deadwood Sword King coming from the thunderstorm.

"Master, the old slave has come to save you. When the Deadwood Sword King saw Gu Zheng, he was overjoyed, and the withered vines on the Xuanjian burst out, enveloping Gu Zheng, who was at the center of gravity of the thunder.

"Deadwood retreat!" Gu Zheng suddenly realized what the Deadwood Sword King was going to do, and immediately shouted, but it was too late.

The sword of the Deadwood Sword King had completely replaced Gu Zheng and had withstood most of the power of the Thunderstorm Hall Lord, and the overlapping withered vines could not bear it at all, and they turned into dust one after another.

It's just that just when the withered vine completely dissipated, a green light containing vitality appeared around Gu Zheng at a glance, wrapped Gu Zheng, and then disappeared in place without a trace.

"Hehe......" On the withered face of the Deadwood Sword King, seven holes were bleeding, and the entire body was shrouded in thunder, becoming stiff as wood.

Within the defense line dozens of miles away, a green light suddenly broke through the ground, accompanied by a black-clothed figure, which was Gu Zheng who should have been in the center of the battlefield.

It's just that at this time, Gu Zheng did not have the happiness of the rest of his life, but his expression was sluggish, and then his eyes were full of cold light, and there was a deep hidden grief.

"I don't need someone to die for me, no one deserves to die!" Gu Zheng almost muttered through gritted teeth, and the sword rose, ignoring the Cangsong Domain Lord who came to stop him, and went straight to the sky outside the defense line.

It was only a dozen breaths before Gu Zheng returned to the sky above the battlefield. However, this time, he came directly to the sea 30,000 feet above the sea and looked down at the Thunderstorm Hall Lord on the sea below with cold eyes.

Gu Zheng was not carried away by grief, if he continued to fight against the Thunderstorm Hall Lord head-on, it would really be a heartfelt disappointment to the Deadwood Sword King.

The dragon sucks water!

As soon as Gu Zheng's divine soul moved, a divine soul dragon shadow came out of his body, sucking a slightly weak divine soul below into his mouth, but he did not refine it, but carefully introduced it into the sea of consciousness.

"Master, have I made a meritorious service, can I go back to the Evergreen Domain with you?" That divine soul was none other than the Deadwood Sword King, his physical body had been scattered by the Thunder Sword Qi, and only the wandering divine soul remained.

Perhaps, both the Thunderstorm Hall Lord and Wu Qinghai Sea disdained to target the Deadwood Sword King, so they gave his divine soul a chance to escape.

"Make your own decisions, and when you go back, remove your divine envoy. Gu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he still snorted angrily in the sea of knowledge.

As long as the soul is immortal, the Deadwood Sword King will still have a chance to be reborn, Gu Zheng realized this, and his mood relaxed slightly.

"Hey...... As long as he can go back and follow his master, the old slave will die without regrets. The Deadwood Sword King was not surprised.

"Watch well, I'll avenge you. Gu Zheng let out a long breath and said in a better tone.

His gaze drooped, and he looked through the clouds at the Lord of the Thunderstorm Hall who was looking up at the sea.

Gu Zheng could fly up to 30,000 zhang in the air, but other kings couldn't, even the Thunderstorm Hall Lord was no exception.

This is Gu Zheng's biggest advantage in the face of such a strong person, which is enough to be invincible.

Shout!

Gu Zheng stretched out his hand and made a move, except for the four Xuanjian of the Qingfeng Xuanjian arrayed in front, the Platinum Xuanjian was at the front, pointing directly at the Thunderstorm Hall Lord below.

Gu Zheng could see that this indifferent and taciturn Thunderstorm Hall Lord really cared about Wu Qinghai, the great commander of the eight-clawed poisonous crow clan. If this person is not removed, it is absolutely impossible to kill Wu Qinghai.

The four swords were one, falling from the sky, pulling out a golden silk thread that went straight down, with a terrifying sharp sword intent, and went straight to the Thunderstorm Hall Lord.

The Thunderstorm Hall Lord was not afraid, and swayed forward, and the Purple Thunder Xuan Sword rushed into the sky faster than him, colliding head-on with the power of Gu Zheng's four swords.

At the moment of collision, the Baizhang sword shadow suddenly came out of his body, and met with the thunder power that erupted from the purple thunder sword.

In an instant, the clouds in the sky were all dispersed by golden light and thunder, and the terrifying sword aura and sword intent raged, as if they were about to tear apart that side of time and space.

Gu Zheng's four swords were combined, and the sharp sword intent he bred was undoubtedly far superior to the thunderstorm hall master's concussive sword intent, but in terms of Xuanli sword qi, he was far inferior.

As a result, although Gu Zheng's sword qi could penetrate the thunder, it was weak in follow-up, and it couldn't last too long, so it was covered by an endless stream of thunder.

Without the carrying of sword qi, no matter how strong the sharp sword intent is, there is nowhere to do it, it can only be turned into nothing.

On the contrary, it was the Thunderstorm Hall Master's Purple Thunder Xuan Sword, which was still domineering and stable, and was not afraid of the power of the four swords at all.

Gu Zheng missed a blow, and he was not annoyed, but calmly put away his sword and retreated, taking the opportunity to turn the qi machine. In the battle with this Thunderstorm Hall Lord, he had to be careful, otherwise he was likely to be severely injured by the other party.

"There's only one chance, so I have to give it a try. Gu Zheng frowned slightly, and the three nine Xuangong in his body began to run rapidly.