Rumble!

The vast sword qi of stone blue was pressed out. Shao Zebin's figure flickered, and he quickly jumped away from the spot, his body tensed, and he glanced around vigilantly.

Knock knock!

The tip of his right finger unconsciously tapped on the armrest, He Yun also squinted his eyes and asked indifferently:

"It seems that Sect Master Shao is going to choose the second path. Right?"

He Yun also had no undulating voice, listening to Shao Zebin's ears, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. Looking up at the figure at the head of the main hall, Shao Zebin felt the pressure he had never felt before.

At this moment, Shao Zebin deeply realized that everyone in the world underestimated this young man.

It's just that if he wants to be the sect master of the Sword Sect and surrender to a young man, he really can't do it.

The expression on Shao Zebin's face was cloudy and uncertain. There was no reply for a long time.

Seeing this, He Yun also leaned back gently, his eyes closed slightly, and sighed:

"Understood. ”

"Wait, what do you understand?"

He Yun's voice fell, Shao Zebin's face changed, and he couldn't help but exclaim in horror.

Rumble!

What answered him was a pair of blood-colored pupils that did not ripple. He Yun didn't know when, he was already standing in front of him.

The power of endless rules spread, and Shao Zebin only felt that his consciousness suddenly left his body and entered a peculiar perspective.

In this case, he was like the sky, looking down on everything in the Sword Sect. No disciple is practicing, which disciple is sleeping, or which disciple is cheating, he can't escape his eyes.

"What's going on? This ......"

The various things in front of him made Shao Zebin believe that what he saw was the current status quo of the Sword Sect. It's just that he doesn't understand, how the hell is this done?

Click!

The sound of a broken neck, connected together, suddenly sounded. Countless blood flowers appeared in front of Shao Zebin's eyes.

The Nine Peaks of the Sword Sect, up to the vein master, down to the ordinary miscellaneous servants, at this moment, there is no difference. As if choked by fate, there was no room for resistance, and in a breath, all of them died!

"It's not true! Where is this? This seat is going to get out! Let this seat out!"

Witnessing all this, Shao Zebin was sad and unwilling, and roared angrily.

One breath! just one breath. Countless lives that were fresh a second ago were twisted and twisted in front of his eyes.

The Lord of the Nine Veins, the remaining nine pro-disciples, as well as his junior sister, the current Sect Master's wife Shu Ruhui, and his beloved daughter, the gentle and lovely Shao Chan'er, without exception, were all weak and fell into a pool of blood. The blood in his eyes made Shao Zebin almost collapse.

"Ruhui! Ruhui! Chan'er, my Chan'er!"

Shao Zebin's crying voice resounded in the sky. However, the only answer to him was the cold and dead silence of the earth.

Airplanes!

I don't know how long it took, but the blood-colored world faded. In the main hall, Shao Zebin was dripping with blood and tears, and his upright body seemed to have been sucked out of his backbone. His eyes were blank, and he fell softly at He Yunye's feet.

Lifting Shao Zebin, who was like a dead dog, with one hand, He Yun also asked in a cold voice with an expressionless face:

"Surrender or die?"

Shao Zebin's numb eyes glanced at He Yunye, and after a pause, his eyes suddenly revealed a burning majestic hatred.

"He Yunye, you go to die!"

Rumble!

The torrent of stone blue spiritual power was surging, and it was about to pour towards He Yunye, who was close at hand.

Seeing this, He Yun didn't have a trace of defense, his cheeks suddenly approached, staring at Shao Zebin's eyes, his gaze became more deep, and he repeated:

"Surrender or die?"

With these pairs of eyes, like a pool of stagnant water, looking at each other, Shao Zebin, who fell into madness, suddenly sobered up.

He realized that this was the last chance He Yun also gave him.

At this moment, Shao Zebin had an idea in his heart, which was extremely ridiculous, but he couldn't help but believe it. That is, there is no one here all the time. Only he, He Yunye, is also alone.

"I ...... What do you get?"

After hesitating for a while, Shao Zebin asked in a difficult tone. I don't know if it's an illusion, after this sentence came out, Shao Zebin only felt that his body and mind were much more relaxed.

glanced at Shao Zebin fixedly, and He Yun's cold expression slowly melted.

casually let him go, and in the flickering of his figure, He Yun also sat on the top of the hall again. With a faint gaze, he glanced at the night moon outside the main hall, and He Yun also said in a flat tone:

"This is a question that the main temple cannot answer you. There is only one word that this temple can promise you. ”

He Yunye's gaze slowly fell on Shao Zebin, and a strong self-confidence came to his face.

"The main hall will never fall!"

Hearing this remark that the bull's head was not in the horse's mouth, Shao Zebin couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Immediately, a different look appeared on his face, and he fell to his knees.

"Subordinate, Shao Zebin! But according to His Highness's orders, with a sword and axe, he will die without regret!"

Shao Zebin knew that He Yunye's promise was heavier than any sentence!

"Okay, get up. ”

He Yun also nodded with a smile in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he casually threw the broken ghost knife to Shao Zebin. It's useless for him to keep this knife, so it's better to be a favor.

"Your Highness, is this a ghost knife? Wasn't this knife snatched by the blood-clothed Buddha?"

Shao Zebin caught the knife that He Yun also threw over, and couldn't help but ask with a happy face. This is really an unexpected joy, the significance of the ghost knife to the sword sect is not comparable to the ghost knife falling into anyone's hands.

Although the Sword Sect and the Star Palace, the Demon Gate, the Evil Gate, and the Gun Sect and the Sword Sect are listed in the six gates of the West Pole. However, in terms of heritage, it is far less profound than these five factions. However, because of the existence of the Nine Swords, the position of the Sword Sect in the West Pole is unshakable.

Therefore, for the Sword Sect, the Ghost Knife is not only a divine weapon, but also a deterrent!

"The ghost sword, how can it be destroyed to such an extent? Unbelievable! Your Highness knows who did this?"

Stroking the cracked ghost knife blade, Shao Zebin's face showed obvious surprise. The Nine Swords of the Sword Sect, in his opinion, were like forged from meteoric iron outside the sky, and the degree of solidity was unpredictable. Now, there are people who can destroy the ghost knife to such an extent!

However, he wouldn't think that it was the Bloody Buddha who destroyed the ghost knife to this extent. The strength of the Bloody Buddha, although it may indeed be higher than him, is definitely not as high as this.

He Yun also waved his hand, unintentionally explaining to him what he didn't have, and instead commanded:

"This temple will explain these things to you when I have a chance in the future. This hall is here for something that I want you to do. ”

"It's coming. ”

Shao Zebin's heart flashed with a hint of understanding. He wouldn't believe it, and He Yun would also go to his Sword Sect to make trouble for no reason. There must be some reason for this.

Shao Zebin's role changed very quickly, he quickly took a few steps forward, bowed his head and responded:

"Your Highness, please speak! Your subordinates will do their best. ”

"Huh. ”

He Yun also chuckled lightly and said disapprerovingly:

"After the Sword Sect, it will still be the Sword Sect! You can continue to gain a foothold in this Western Pole, and this hall will not interfere with anything. As for what you are told to do, it is not a difficult thing to do. This temple believes that with your ability, it is definitely not a problem. ”

Call~

In the main hall, Shao Zebin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this. As long as He Yun doesn't ask him, he will surrender to the heavenless realm now, and the Sword Sect will still be his! Although there is an extra mountain on his head for no reason, as far as the result is concerned, it is still good.

In the future, He Yun will also stand behind him, and many things will be much easier.

I only heard He Yun also continue:

"From now on, the main hall will give you seven days to spread what is said above all over the world! Seven days later, the main hall wants this river and lake, boiling back to the sky!"

After speaking, He Yun also waved his hand, on a piece of brocade, filled the font with his fingers, and threw it to Shao Zebin.

Shao Zebin took it curiously and looked at it carefully. After a while, Shao Zebin said solemnly:

"If you put it down, your subordinates will definitely do it. Just ......"

Shao Zebin's face showed a look of hesitation.

Seeing this, He Yun also waved his hand indifferently and said:

"This temple knows what you have to ask. Just do what you say. The rest will be taken care of by the temple. ”

"This ...... All right. ”

Shao Zebin nodded.

"Hmm. ”

In the main hall, He Yun also changed his comfortable posture and asked a question that caught Shao Zebin off guard.

"I heard that the sect master has a beloved daughter, who is in her prime, gentle and virtuous, and is now waiting for the boudoir. But?"

"Your Highness, what do you mean by that?"

When Shao Zebin heard this, his face couldn't help showing a pale color, and then he asked a little angrily.

After staring at Shao Zebin's reaction, and after making sure that it was not fake, He Yun also nodded imperceptibly. It is rumored from the outside world that Shao Zebin loves his daughter like his life, and it is true.

"Bring her. In the future, she will be a member of our government! This hall will be responsible for her!"

"You...... , impossible!"

Shao Zebin's face was pale, and he said resolutely. He didn't expect that He Yun would also make such a request!

"This hall is not asking for your consent!"

After that, He Yunye's figure dissipated in place like a cloud of smoke.

Seeing He Yun also disappear suddenly, Shao Zebin couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Immediately, his expression changed, and he suddenly thought of something, and the stone blue spiritual power on his body surged, and he quickly swept in one direction. Nervous and anxious muttered to himself:

"Chan'er, the father is here, the father is here to save you!"

At this time, He Yun also appeared in a warm pavilion in a boudoir without a sound. On the bed, a pair of gentle-looking women with scattered temples and light shirts were sleeping soundly.

Rumble!

The stone blue spiritual power roared through the air, and Shao Zebin appeared outside the boudoir in a blink of an eye.

"Chan'er!"

With a shout, Shao Zebin broke into the door regardless of it. I saw that He Yun was also sitting on the edge of the bed as if there was no one next to him.

"Ahh

The woman on the bed woke up when she heard the sound. In the eyes with a hazy sleepiness, a strange man with a handsome and extraordinary, but slightly feminine figure was reflected.

"Who are you?"