Since that day, the mysterious black-clothed man made trouble in Sword King Mountain, and the entire Sword King Mountain has also entered a state of first-level combat readiness, coupled with a lot of gossip rumors, the mysterious black-clothed man is actually hiding in the Sword Sect, and in an instant, the Sword Sect is panicking!

Faced with this situation, the Sword Sect Sect Zhengjian Fourteen summoned several other elders several times to discuss countermeasures, but each time, there was still no result.

As for Sword Fifteen, since that day, he has locked himself in the ancestral hall of the clan, and no one has been seen!

Therefore, in this case, the living power of the Sword Sect can be said to be one less.

However, the only fortunate thing is that Wang Zeyu's return is also invisibly filling the gap of Sword Fifteen, although Wang Zeyu is not as good as Sword Fifteen, but in general, it is also in this kind of internal and external difficulties that it has helped the elders of the Sword Sect relieve most of the pressure.

Wang Zeyu was originally the Tianjiao of the Sword Sect of that generation, and his own strength, looking at the entire Sword Sect, could be called first-class except for those elders and the deputy sect of the sect.

Although over the years, due to the shackles of the ice chain, it has indeed had a great impact on the ascension of his spiritual level to a greater or lesser extent, but because of Wang Zeyu's own diligence, his strength has also recovered a lot during this time, and there are even some meanings to go to the next level.

The lonely stone crown robe is a lonely sword sect.

Every morning, with the sound of roosters, you can always see a young man, standing alone on the boulder of Wanjian Peak.

Meditation, sword practice......

I saw that he was wearing a big green silk robe, and behind the robe, there was a black sword embroidered with gold thread, and on the young man's waist, he was tied with a dark purple auspicious cloud belt, looking up along the young man's body, the first thing he could see was the young man's long black and shiny hair, and under his eyebrows, there was a pair of embarrassed wide eyes, he was tall, and he really looked like a young man!

The young man is none other than the most diligent one in the entire Sword Sect, and at the same time, he is also the disciple of the elder of Ten Thousand Sword Peak, Jian Mi, who was once known as the pride of the Sword Sect.

Since Wang Zeyu woke up that day, he has refused to be idle for a moment, and has been practicing day and night.

As for Chen Hao, after waking up, he was arranged by Jian Mi in the abandoned ice prison.

Whatever exactly they were doing in there, no one would know.

But one thing is certain, although this cold prison is already in ruins, it seems to be of some great benefit to the spiritual practitioners.

Just when Wang Zeyu was concentrating on sword practice, a naughty voice suddenly came from not far away.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, Senior Brother Zeyu's spiritual level has actually risen to a higher level, but it's really envious, jealous and hateful!"

After hearing this voice, Wang Zeyu also stopped what he was doing, put away the blade, turned around, and looked carefully at the young man who was speaking.

Seeing Wang Zeyu looking at him, the young man also blinked mischievously, and his face instantly showed a look of adoration and continued: "It seems that I said less, Senior Brother Zeyu is not only a lot stronger in spiritual power, but even this appearance makes me sigh to myself!"

Listening to the young man's flattering words, Wang Zeyu was also amused, and after a while, he slowly shook his hand towards the young man: "Senior Brother Haotian's words are a bit too much, I guess, if you continue to say this, I, as a senior brother, should be embarrassed by you." ”

"Ha~ha~ha~" Hearing Wang Zeyu's words, Long Haotian couldn't help laughing out loud for a while.

The person who came here was Long Haotian, and it was strange to say that Long Haotian was almost the last person who knew that Chen Hao was seriously injured and unconscious.

As for why he said this, there was actually a reason, because it was probably two days after Chen Hao woke up, Long Hao learned about it from Xiao Seventeen's mouth.

However, even more coincidental things were still to come, just after Long Haotian hurriedly rushed from Spirit Sword Peak to Ten Thousand Sword Peak, Chen Hao lived in a cold ice prison under the orders and arrangements of Elder Jianmi.

It was also at this time that Long Haotian got acquainted with this senior brother who was a little older than them, and at first glance, he felt like a simple and honest little fat man.

On the boulder of Wanjian Peak, Long Haotian and Wang Zeyu sat cross-legged, and the two chatted like that.

Wang Zeyu crossed his legs, one hand was on his leg very casually, and the other hand was to feel the wine gourd in his arms, and then slowly moved the mouth of the gourd to his mouth, raised his hand, and swallowed a big mouthful very boldly.

After taking a sip of wine, Wang Zeyu politely handed the wine gourd in front of Long Haotian: "How about it?"

Seeing Wang Zeyu's action, Long Haotian also quickly waved his hand and said, "I'd better forget it, right? This thing is too spicy, and I can't bear it." ”

Hearing Long Haotian's words, Wang Zeyu was also embarrassed to put down his hand holding the wine gourd, and said: "That's right, wine is indeed quite spicy, for people like you who have never drunk alcohol, it will be very uncomfortable to drink it for the first time, but yes, after a few years, after you understand some things, you will really find that wine, sometimes it is a good thing, at least in terms of dissipating sorrow, it really plays a big role." ”

Listening to Wang Zeyu's profound words, Long Haotian shook his head: "Maybe, but now I am unrestrained every day, and I have nothing to worry about, so wine, I'd better forget it, right?" After saying this, Long Haotian seemed to suddenly think of something, and immediately added: "Besides, I also heard the teacher say that raising a glass to eliminate sorrow is even more sorrowful." ”

"Raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow?" Wang Zeyu muttered softly.

At that moment, Long Haotian could confidently say that Wang Zeyu in that state was the most real, and what was hidden under his indifferent face was the most real him.

After three rounds of drinking, after Long Haotian said goodbye to Wang Zeyu, he also rushed back to Lingjian Peak.

After all, in this special period, no one dares to guarantee when the extraterritorial evil clan will make a move.

Therefore, out of prudence, the several major peaks of Sword King Mountain are also under red alert, and no matter what time it is, there must be disciples of each peak staying in their corresponding main peaks in case of accidents.

However, on the side of the Spirit Sword Peak, due to the retreat of the Sword Fifteen, it has also led to the fact that in the Spirit Sword Peak of Nuoda, only Long Haotian and Xiao Seventeen are left.

Of course, there is also Mo Wenxue in the forbidden land.

Therefore, no matter what time it is, Long Haotian must be in a twelve-point spirit, because no matter how he says, he is also the only man in this Spirit Sword Peak at the moment.

And not long after Long Haotian left Wanjian Peak, the sky slowly darkened.

Watching the sun slowly set towards the west, Wang Zeyu knew that this time of night was also the best time for the foreign evil clan to attack.

Therefore, during this time, you can't relax at all, on the contrary, you need to be more cautious than usual.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is the time to kill!"

Soon, the blackness that was exclusive to the night descended on this Ten Thousand Swords Peak.

At the entrance of Wanjian Peak, Wang Zeyu was already sitting there, vigilantly staring at every move around him.

However, occasionally Wang Zeyu would still look up at the dark starry sky.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!"

Looking at such a beautiful night scene, Wang Zeyu couldn't help but sigh with emotion!

But in a short moment, a black figure also passed by Wang Zeyu's side in an instant, and went directly towards the peak of Ten Thousand Swords Peak at the fastest speed.

Of course, none of these can escape Wang Zeyu's eyes, and at the same time as the black figure passed by, Wang Zeyu also moved in the direction of the other party and immediately followed.

"The winding path leads to the secluded place, the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep, the mountain light is pleasing to the birds, the pond shadow is empty, and the sound of the bell is silent!"

However, at this time, Wang Zeyu naturally didn't have the heart to think about anything else, on the contrary, his eyes kept staring at the middle-aged man in front of him, who was wearing the same sword sect robe.

Maybe he felt that he was about to be caught up by Wang Zeyu behind him, the black figure was on the mountainside, and finally stopped, turning his back to Wang Zeyu, who had been chasing after him.

Seeing that the person in front of him no longer continued to run, Wang Zeyu was also worried about what tricks the other party would play, so he also stopped at a distance of about five or six positions from the black figure.

"Why? Don't you keep running?"

Hearing Wang Zeyu's words, the figure in the Dao robe of the Sword Sect only sneered, still turned his back to Wang Zeyu and said: "Run, with your Wang Zeyu's strength, I'm afraid I won't be able to run far, just make a break here, and it will save a lot of unnecessary trouble." ”

That is, while he was speaking, he also slowly turned around and met Wang Zeyu's gaze with a straight face.

When he saw the face of the black figure, Wang Zeyu's body trembled, because he never thought that the person standing in front of him at this time would actually be an extraterritorial evil clan.

That's right, Wang Zeyu, the person who sneaked into Wanjian Peak at this time, knows him, although he is not too familiar, but more or less, there are still some intersections.

The person with the eyes is called Song Chenrui, and he Wang Zeyu entered the Sword Sect in the same year, but on weekdays, this person is not obvious, and he is not good at dealing with people, so judging from his exterior alone, you would never have thought that he would actually have a connection with the extraterritorial evil clan.

Song Chenrui is about 1.8 meters tall, with a thin body, an inner disciple, and belongs to the main peak of the Ten Thousand Swords of the Sword Sect Zhengjian Fourteenth.

This person has an average appearance, and there are acne on his face, especially his red nose, which is even more attention-grabbing.

However, I usually don't hear too many bad things about him, but it's such a person, but no one thought that he would be a member of the extraterritorial evil clan.

"Song Chenrui, if I remember correctly, that's your name. ”

Song Chenrui nodded: "That's right, you're right, I'm indeed Song Chenrui." ”

"Let's talk about it, why did you abandon your identity as a disciple of the Sword Sect and willingly join the extraterritorial evil clan, become the enemy of the big world, and be bent on helping the evil people?"

But hearing Wang Zeyu's words, Song Chenrui looked at Wang Zeyu instead, and laughed loudly: "Joke, just because you are a group of people from the big world with low status and bad blood, you are also worthy of talking about our noble extraterritorial clan, Wang Zeyu, let me tell you the truth, I am an extraterritorial clan, so why talk about what you say, help the abuse!"