Zhang Zitang had anger in his eyes and said, "Brother, for your own selfishness, do you want to drag the northwest border and even the whole world into dire straits!"

Zhang Motian smiled coldly and asked, "For your own selfishness?"

He pointed at the demon-slaying pestle in his hand to Zhang Zitang, took a deep breath, and said solemnly, "I'm for the Zhang family!"

There was a bit of hideousness in his eyes, and he asked with an empty silence, "What? You want to stop me? You were injured by Su Su before, just because you willingly fell into the Xiaowu Sanpin realm?"

"No", Zhang Motian paused, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He saw the long sword in Zhang Zitang's hand that emitted a faint green light,

"Is this 'Qingzhu'?" Zhang Motian said word by word, "You actually got this sword back?"

"Not bad," Zhang Zitang said.

He slowly raised the dark green sword in his hand and pointed it at Zhang Motian.

"Since you have regained control of this sword, follow me back to the Zhang family", Zhang Motian said, "After all, this sword is the 'clan weapon' of my Zhang family, and the elders of the clan will let you return to your clan for the sake of its face." ”

Let's say that this long sword, the sword is three feet long, with cold iron as the bone, it is the top grade of the sword, and it is the heirloom of Zhang Motian's lineage.

In the past, Zhang Zitang was honored in Huizhou, and he was also a leading role among the younger generation at that time - the people of the time called him 'Zitang Sword Immortal'.

Regarding the name of this 'Zitang Sword Immortal', we have to start from that dusk more than 20 years ago.

More than 20 years ago, Huizhou City, Zhangjia.

As a family, the Zhang family owns a huge manor and field.

In a remote corner of a manor, a teenager stands quietly in front of an antique attic.

This attic is the 'Hidden Sword Pavilion' that is considered a forbidden place by the elders of the clan.

This collection contains countless famous swords on the rivers and lakes that have been wandering for hundreds of years.

The young Zhang Zitang is at the age of the weak crown, and this time he came to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion to ask for a sword.

It is necessary to know that those who seek swords must be sincere, determined and contented.

Only in this way can we find a good sword in this profound 'Hidden Sword Pavilion'.

Before the young Zhang Zitang entered, no one was optimistic about him.

Because Zhang Zitang was born in a side lineage, even though he stood out among many disciples, his status in the clan was not high.

Zhang Zitang calmly walked into the 'Hidden Sword Pavilion'.

According to the memories of the elder who guarded the Hidden Sword Pavilion that day, Zhang Zitang's eyes were the clearest of all the family disciples he had ever seen who practiced swords.

Half an hour later, a sky-high sword qi rose from the Hidden Sword Pavilion!

The countless elders of the huge Zhang family were all shocked by this sword qi.

That dusty ancient sword 'Qingzhu' that had been sealed for many years was actually brought out of the Hidden Sword Pavilion!

And this person is Zhang Zitang.

Since then, Zhang Zitang's status in the Zhang family has risen all the way, until that incident happened - all the clansmen of Zhang Motian and Zhang Zitang's lineage were expelled from the Zhang family.

And the mysterious ancient sword 'Qingzhu' also disappeared with Zhang Zitang's exile.

Zhang Zitang looked at the eldest brother in front of him who had treated him very well, and for some reason there was a trace of sadness in his heart.

Where did his original hot-hearted big brother go?

He said coldly, "For Zitang, the rivers and lakes are the best destination. ”

Zhang Motian's face twitched, he saw Zhang Zitang's attitude so resolute, and said, "Are you worthy of your father's spirit in the sky by doing this!"

Zhang Zitang was slightly stunned, and then said, "I, Zhang Zitang, live up to my father and mother." ”

Zhang Motian took a deep breath, saw Zhang Zitang appear here, and had a plan in his heart, and said, "Have you already seen that person?"

Zhang Zitang nodded.

"In that case, you also know that with that person's background, you can't afford to mess with him. Zhang Motian said.

As he spoke, Zhang Motian walked to the depths of the dark passage with the demon pestle in one hand, and walked past Zhang Zitang's side.

A faint green sword light blocked Zhang Motian's way.

"What, you're going to stop me?", Zhang Motian said, the expression on his face had turned into ice.

For this younger brother of the same father and mother, Zhang Motian always has a concern in his heart. So as early as ten years ago, when he learned that Zhang Zitang was in this Qingyang town in the yellow sand on the western border, he alone stopped countless spies sent by the Zhang family in Huizhou to the northwest border.

The demon pestle, which was supposed to show vigilance and caution, was stained with countless blood.

It's just that today, Zhang Motian's heart is a little cold.

This younger brother of his own is too capricious. However, he also laughed at himself fiercely in the bottom of his heart -- Zhang Zitang is qualified to be capricious, who made Zhang Motian the eldest son of the deceased head of the Zhang family? He Zhang Motian shoulders the important task of reviving their branch, and after more than ten years of wind and rain, even the straightest backbone has bent a little.

"You can't see him," Zhang Zitang said, "If you help him open the lock, you can't turn back!"

Before Zhang Motian could speak, Zhang Zitang said again, "Brother, stop it." Buddhism has clouds - the sea of bitterness is endless, and the shore is back. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Motian was stunned.

He remembered the old days - in the Qixia Temple on Qixia Mountain outside the middle capital.

Let's say that after Zhang Motian entered Qixia Temple, his life was quite peaceful at the beginning.

But a few years later, when he became acquainted with the uncle who later became the host of Qixia Temple, his heart began to change again1.

He began to secretly do some unsightly things for that uncle—he did the dirty work of cleaning up dissidents.

Before the old host of Qixia Temple passed away, Zhang Motian accompanied him.

The last words left by the old host in this three-inch world were 'The sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore'.

When Zhang Motian heard this sentence from Zhang Zitang's mouth, he had some hesitation and struggle in his heart.

But he was Zhang Motian after all, and he quickly snuffed out this struggle.

Zhang Motian no longer had a trace of warmth in his eyes, and said, "Then let's see the real chapter under your hands." ”

In the midst of this lightning and fire, the two had exchanged palms.

Zhang Motian and Zhang Zitang opened a distance of three zhang.

Suddenly, Zhang Zitang had sword intent in his eyes, and then turned into a clear, just like a young man at that time!

Zhang Zitang stood with his hands in his hands and stepped out towards Zhang Motian, which was worthy of this light and light step, controlling all the qi of this side of the world.

Zhang Motian was shocked in his heart - originally Zhang Zitang's cultivation was just a small martial arts three grades, but at this moment, the qi revealed from his body was a real martial arts realm!

Zhang Motian was already sweating profusely, and his heart was horrified. The majestic qi of his great celestial man was pressed by this young man at this time, and he couldn't move.

Zhang Motian only felt that he was like a broken wooden boat floating in the stormy waves in the wind, thunder and rain. Like a trickling raindrop hitting a broken wooden boat, Zhang Zitang's majestic qi machine kept crashing into Zhang Motian's limbs and bones.

In an instant, Zhang Motian's seven orifices all had scarlet things flowing out. Zhang Motian gritted his teeth, his face was solemn, and he inserted the demon pestle in his hand into the ground three feet, his hands were sealed, and he recited an obscure Zhou Yu in his mouth.

The seven-foot-long pestle shone with a dim red light. The red light turned even more intense, turning into a giant warrior phantom.

This set of exercises is not a Buddhist method, but a mastery that Zhang Motian had mastered before he entered Qixia Temple - called "Blood Armor Battle Method"

The phantom was clad in red armor, holding a large red bone shield, and wearing an iron helmet with horns, a symbol of high status. The phantom shadow lay in the center of Zhang Zitang and Zhang Motian, and the red bone shield blocked Zhang Zitang's qi one or two.

Zhang Zitang's eyes were full of waves, and he put the huge phantom as if he were nothing, and walked towards Zhang Motian.

Every time Zhang Zitang took a step, the huge phantom was shocked, and his body shrank a few points. By the time Lu Yunge was only one step away from Zhang Motian, the huge phantom that was originally three people tall was only half a person high, floating between the two.

Zhang Motian looked at Zhang Zitang, his face was hideous, and he roared in a low voice, "I didn't expect you to be so resolute, in order to stop me, you actually used the move contained in the 'Qingzhu' sword!"

Zhang Zitang said flatly, "Brother, I'm offended"

Zhang Zitang raised his eyebrows towards Zhang Motian, and Zhang Motian fainted on the ground in response.

Zhang Zitang's qi at this moment is the realm of the three grades of Dawu!

Today, there are only a few hands that can have this realm.

As for why Zhang Zitang was able to reach this realm, it was naturally related to the 'green bamboo' in his hand.

As a famous sword that has been passed down for a long time, 'Green Bamboo' is said to be the sword of a heavenly immortal.

That immortal left three sword qi in the 'Green Bamboo Sword'. The sword wielder can use the unique mental method to infuse this sword qi into the body, so as to obtain the improvement of the martial arts realm.

Zhang Zitang used the last sword qi in the 'green bamboo' today.

It can be vaguely seen that Zhang Zitang's wrist has already flowed out of the red blood.

It was because he had been injured in the previous battle with Nalan Su, although he had re-entered the realm of sword dao and martial arts, but the injury was still there, and after the sword qi was infused into the body, the already fragile muscles and veins had faint signs of collapse.

"Can't let that person take the lead", Zhang Zitang thought of that person, but he was still relieved in his heart, and his body swayed, and he disappeared into the darkness.

Hu Zihao was still looking at the field, and Song Duanyu was fighting desperately with the Huizhou disciple Wen Kai.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed slightly.

He clearly felt that not far away, there was an aura that was so powerful that it should not have appeared here at all towards the depths of the 'Xuanwu Vault'.

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then cleared.

"Could it be, he used that trick. Hu Zihao guessed in his heart.

In addition, although that qi is powerful, it is a little quaint, not like the martial arts aura of this era.

"It seems that it's time for this matter, and I'm going to go to Liaodong", Hu Zihao thought in his heart.

Let's say that Huang Nianfan, a Taoist priest of Chaoyunguan, is facing a Huizhou disciple at the moment.

This Huizhou disciple's name is Zeng Tai, who is a good hand with a knife, and he walks in the realm of ordinary martial arts.

Zeng Tai's sword technique is really sharp, and he can break Huang Nianfan's "Huayuan Sword Technique" in a few ways.

At this moment, a white cloth swept through the air.

"This fellow Daoist, Xiaosheng is here to help you!"

Song Zhixuan slapped Zeng Tai out!

Zeng Tai blocked the peachwood sword in Huang Nianfan's hand with a sword, and flew up, also with a palm print towards Song Zhixuan!