"Zhang Haochen. Zi Feng Fei stepped forward and said, "I, Han, am also a person who loves talents, if you swear allegiance to me in front of all the sect monks, I can accept it." Zi Feng had his own plan in his heart, he wanted to tame Zhang Haochen and shut up the various factions. His Ziyang Hall is not to oppress people with power, but to have a degree of forbearance.

"Hmph!" Without too many words, Zhang Haochen knelt down on one knee and gently closed the eyes of his senior brother Li Yiyang, and then held Li Yiyang's body in his hand. Immediately after, flames ignited from Zhang Haochen's hands, and Li Yiyang's body turned into ashes in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Zi Feng knew what it meant, and he took out a simple bronze mirror, ready to fight the enemy at any time.

[Funeral] an ancient war etiquette, the remaining strength of the dead comrades-in-arms in a limited time into their own help, this is the greatest respect for the dead comrades-in-arms, but also a declaration of death, the battle between Zhang Haochen and Zifeng is inevitable.

"Ding" "Ding"

Two crisp sounds came from the ground, which were the sounds of Li Yiyang's storage ring and finger sword falling to the ground.

Zhang Haochen only picked up the finger sword on the ground, and the sword body that was less than two inches was still cold, but there was a trace of aura. At a flash of blue light, Li Yiyang's natal flying sword flew out, letting out bursts of wails, as if mourning for the dead Li Yiyang. Li Yiyang's finger sword and Zhang Haochen's cyan flying sword are of the same origin, and they were originally the same material.

After a while, Zhang Haochen put the finger sword and the green sword together, fusing them with a secret method, and did not stop until a blood-red line appeared in the cyan sword body.

The reason why Zifeng didn't interrupt Zhang Haochen's sword melting process was not because he was conceited, but because of the [Spirit Collection] declaration with a sense of challenge. In front of so many sect people, if he sneaked up on Zhang Haochen, then the Ziyang Hall would inevitably be criticized by others, giving people a bad impression.

"Crazy! The people who kill the Sword Gate are all crazy!"

At this moment, Zi Feng was wondering if the decision to attack the Sword Killing Gate this time was wrong, not only him, but all the monks present thought so. Because Zhang Haochen came up with a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the cyan sword, according to the amount of essence blood, Zhang Haochen will be 100% a waste person after the war.

It was not unseen that Zi Feng had forcibly improved his cultivation, but he had really never encountered something like Zhang Haochen. As if he didn't want to die, he actually spit out essence blood again to improve his cultivation, looking at Zhang Haochen's somewhat shaky body, Zi Feng even felt that he would die on the spot.

The green sword was like ice, and the extended sword light made the monks present chill, how many years of cultivation did it take to give birth to the power of the cyan flying sword? And the red lines after the fusion actually "lived" at this moment, wandering in the sword body.

A sword!

One hit!

Zhang Haochen pressed all his hole cards on this sword blow, "Cultivators are like swords, living to death!" The treasure of the sword killing sect turned out to be just one sentence, Zhang Haochen had just learned about it from that inch of finger sword. It turned out that the senior brother had already informed himself of the important secret of the Sword Killing Gate, which was to cultivate himself as the next head, and of course he had to respond to the training and expectations of the senior brother, so Zhang Haochen pressed everything on this sword.

Life and death are excessive, and the sword intent is always there!

Zhang Haochen's determination in the sword made Zi Feng feel very troubled, and it was the first time he had encountered such an opponent. Not daring to underestimate the enemy, Zifeng urged the spiritual power in his body to the extreme, and a powerful aura swept the audience, revealing the strong demeanor of the Jindan period.

At this moment, the monks below were puzzled, if it was before, a monk who had just advanced to the Jindan stage and a monk who had lived in the Jindan stage for a long time and was also the head of the Ziyang Hall would definitely think that the former would definitely lose, but now the situation is different. No one speculated, they all watched quietly, waiting for the result.

"Whew!"

The cyan sword was like an angry snake, slashing towards the place where the purple wind was at great speed. Because the speed of the flying sword was so fast, it ignited all the air, dragging out a long fire mark. No one was confident enough to take this blow easily, and Purple Wind was no exception. He gave birth to the ancient bronze mirror to the maximum, forming a solid barrier. This is one of the best defensive magic weapons in the Ziyang Palace, although it is not a natal magic weapon, but it is no worse than a natal magic weapon when used by a strong person like Zifeng. Like a mountain giving people a sense of oppression, this bronze mirror is a towering mountain at the moment, and it is motionless in front of Zifeng, ready to resist Zhang Haochen's sword.

“——”

There was no loud noise, not even the impact of the collision of the two divine weapons, as the monks had imagined.

"Is Li Yiyang's attack too weak? After all, Zifeng's cultivation and strength are there, and it is still a little difficult to challenge against the ranks!"

The quaint bronze mirror was like a small world, completely absorbing Zhang Haochen's attack. ”

......

The monks speculated in their hearts, with a reasonable summary and a hint of disappointment. The counterattack of the weak is what everyone expects, but they know the thickness of the barrier, and everyone has different opinions.

"Look, Zhang Haochen has fallen from the sky!"

The monk below exclaimed again, it seems that Zhang Haochen is still defeated, it is too difficult to forcibly cross the rank to kill the enemy, it can only exist in a dream.

"No, it's not just Zhang Haochen, look at the bronze mirror of the purple wind!" the sharp-eyed monk noticed that something was wrong.

It turned out that the reason why Zhang Haochen's sword and the bronze mirror didn't make a sound when they hit each other was not that Zhang Haochen's attack was too weak to work, nor that Zifeng Xiu easily blocked this blow for Tongtian, but that the power of that sword was too strong and ignored the existence of the bronze mirror. The bronze mirror is cracking like the bottom of a dry lake, and the cracks are now forming on the mirror surface, centered on a hole, and these cracks form a gorgeous flower.

"Where's Purple, Purple Wind?!"

Only then did people discover that the figure of Zifeng, the head of the Ziyang Hall behind the bronze mirror, was gone.

"Did he dodge that blow?" speculated the monk.

"I don't think so, otherwise now that the winner is decided, he can show up. Someone speculated.

And these people didn't guess correctly, Zifeng was now appearing in the mountains and forests ten miles away, he was covered in dust and leaves, and he was very embarrassed. "It's dangerous!" Zi Feng took out a brilliant black tortoise shell from his chest, and there was a shallow pit on the tortoise shell. This was struck by Zhang Haochen's sword, although the strongest defensive magic weapon of the Ziyang Palace, the ink armor, blocked Zhang Haochen's fatal blow, but it was still sent ten miles away by the strength brought by the green sword. Zi Feng broke out in a cold sweat, if he didn't have this ink armor to resist, he would probably be seriously injured and dying now.

"This Zhang Haochen is really powerful, no wonder the old devil who is in charge of the Huntsnet will be defeated by him. Zi Feng then picked up the broken green sword on the ground, and sighed: "It's a pity, after ten years of cultivation, this green sword can also become a hand-me-down divine weapon, it's a pity!" Then he threw the broken sword away and threw it in the grass and trees.

The distance of ten miles was only a few minutes away for the monk who had mastered the Divine Rainbow, and Zifeng returned to Tianzhu Peak again.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, the Sword Killing Sect has now been removed from Xuanyue, and in the future, it will be the sole power of my Purple Yang Palace, and I hope that all sects will support it. The purple wind stood in the air and shouted.

"Sure enough, it is the head of the three major factions, and it has only been less than an hour before the Sword Killing Gate has been solved!"

"After all, we have united the Reverse Demon Valley, two against one, and there is a traitor in the Sword Killing Gate, of course we will be defeated. ”

The monks talked a lot, but most of them echoed the sound of congratulations to the Ziyang Palace.

In fact, on the surface, it seemed that the Ziyang Palace easily took the Sword Killing Gate, but in fact, their losses were not small. Let's not talk about anything else, just the death of the young leaders cultivated in the past twenty years made Zifeng's heart like a knife, after all, the young juniors are the backbone of the future Ziyang Palace, and no matter how strong he Zifeng is, he can protect the safety of several sects for twenty years. In addition, the elders of the Purple Sun Hall have also fallen a few. It is said that Liu Qingshan, the elder of the Sword Killing Sect, killed two elders of the Ziyang Hall with only one person, and seriously injured one more, whether he lives or dies depends on the destiny of heaven.

Of course, the harvest is not small, mainly because of the best alchemists in the Xuanyue Kingdom, which is a lot of wealth, and the monks' demand for pills has always been in short supply. At the request of Xia Qifu, Zifeng buried Zhang Haochen and other disciples of the Sword Killing Sect, anyway, it is good to make a pomp and gain people's hearts.

In short, when the dust settles, the general direction in the future will not be wrong, and it is estimated that there will be no major problems in the Xuanyue Kingdom in the Purple Yang Hall in three hundred years.