Zhang Zheng did not answer the question of this disciple of the Beishan Sword Sect, his eyes did not even linger on these people, but looked at Li Changkong from afar, if he moved the murderous intent, the three disciples of the Beishan Sword Sect would not be able to hold even one move, but he was unwilling to do more killing.

"Stand down, all of you. On the other side, Li Changkong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and hurriedly shouted at the three of them. Although they are also innate realms, but the gap is like mud, this time he brought all the elite disciples in the door, but under the hands of this white-clothed young man, there is no difference from ordinary people, they can be solved with a single move, and the current situation is not only not helping, but will drag Li Changkong to divide his mind to protect a few people.

"I can see that you don't want to be an enemy of my Beishan Sword Sect, but why do you want to kill my disciples. Li Chang's blank beard fluttered, his sword eyes were slightly closed, and his face showed a sad look, Li Jianfeng was his only disciple, and he regarded it as his own, how could he calm down.

Zhang Zheng said softly: "He killed someone in my Red Flower Pavilion, and killing people pays for his life, isn't it justified?"

"Murder pays for life?" the old man smiled sadly and said disdainfully: "Do you believe this kind of thing?"

"What's the use of talking about these things again?" Zhang Zheng said in a deep voice: "It's all up to you to fight." ”

"Well, such a bold spirit should be a masterpiece in the world. Li Changkong's sword momentum was furious, and it had more than doubled, his body was filled with powerful sword qi, and there was a faint sound of air explosion, the old man's tiger eyes were violently opened, the size of an egg, and his dark eyes flashed with terrifying sword intent. "This is the last sword, you can stop the next grievances, you can't take it, life and death are at your own risk. ”

"Even if you draw a sword, it is." Zhang Zheng chuckled: "Naturally, take it." A clear whistle came out of his mouth, and the sound shook all over the wilderness, spreading in all directions, like an eagle roaring, and the whistle lasted for more than twenty breaths. Zhang Zheng's arms were spread, the internal force flowed, and his chest was full of breath, like an immortal descending to earth, riding the wind, stepping on the void, the knife qi was agitated, and the majestic knife momentum was also like a volcanic eruption, and the rolling power poured down, tearing apart the smoke cloud, and the invisible knife intent and knife momentum were condensed in the void, and a long knife hung above his head. He stepped on his steps, and he continued to go straight up more than thirty zhang in one breath, which was very terrifying, such an internal force and light work, it can be called a must, and the disciples of the Beishan Sword Sect who saw it were shocked, they could hardly imagine how a person could do it to this extent, even if Li Changkong, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, also took a deep breath, his heart was worried, and his right hand holding the sword shook unconsciously, although it was very light, but it was still seen by Zhang Zheng.

When a swordsman's heart is no longer as hard as stone, his sword is no longer sharp.

Zhang Zheng is a swordsman, well versed in the way of the imperial weapon, idealistic to be strong, the sword is connected, the same way, his method of going straight to the clouds, this is the Wudang ladder cloud vertical, the internal force is superimposed, in one go, I never thought that it would work a miracle, the first to win people. Li Changkong's sword momentum was slightly flawed, but this last sword was not a cause for concern.

"Good courage, take the sword. The old man secretly said that it was not good, under the pressure of the sword momentum, his sword momentum faintly had a tendency to rout, Li Changkong did not dare to stalemate, he could only take out the sword, and in an instant, the sword momentum and sword intent were melted into a sword, and the pitch-black sword qi penetrated the air, leaving a black light and shadow, and with the black sword, he stabbed towards Zhang Zheng, easily tearing through the layers of knife momentum and breaking the sword qi.

The momentum is like a bamboo, like an iron arrow breaking through the air, there is no return, Li Changkong gave up everything, only this sword.

It's not gorgeous, it's not gorgeous, there's no majestic sword energy, and there's no roaring sword sound.

There is only a silent sword, just like the shadow of a person, leaving a trail of the Dao, as if it was born like this, without the slightest conflict.

In the mountain wind, Zhang Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, Li Changkong's sword gave him a very strange feeling, containing the meaning of naturalness, he sighed in his mouth, but he saw a rare trace of caution in his eyes.

"Here comes the knife. A soft groan, with indescribable penetrating power, the sound is not loud, but it can fall on the ears of people, as if there are thousands of blades trembling together, and the sonorous sound echoes around it, endlessly, and the permeated edge of the air is more and more violent, faintly there is a knife light, and then it disappears in an instant, short-lived, but it is amazing enough.

His right hand stretched out, five fingers were held virtually, after a while, all the sounds suddenly dissipated, all the knife momentum, knife intent was pinched by him, the cold ice true qi surged, and a slender ice blade was turned into a slender ice knife in his hand, flashing with cold light, the knife momentum and knife intent penetrated the knife body, extending a three-foot-long cold knife light, carrying the long knife Zhang Zheng fell from the sky, and the knife qi was wrapped around his body, revealing a terrifying aura.

In less than two breaths, the sword and the sword collided together, however, the victory and defeat were already decided.

The sword qi and sword qi were extinguished, and the two figures fell to the ground, standing with their backs to their backs.

Zhang Zheng held the knife, the white robe flew up, and his body still stood proudly, like a long knife, without the slightest twist and turn.

Li Changkong turned his back to him, turned his back to the sky, and sighed, the black sword in the old man's hand was only half cut off, and a trace of blood stained Li Changkong's clothes red.

The sword broke

The swordsman was also defeated

A narrow wound was pulled from the shoulder to the waist, not deep, and it could be seen that Zhang Zheng still collected three points at the last moment.

"You won. After half a ring, Li Changkong said bitterly, he dropped the black sword that had accompanied him for half his life, and left here, not knowing where to go, the old man's back was lying on his back, as if he had aged ten years old at this moment, and he was shaking when he walked.

Scattering the ice blade in his hand, Zhang Zheng looked at the rickety figure that was gradually moving away, was silent for a moment, but said: "Your apprentice's body is in a mass grave outside the city, you can go and take a look, maybe there are still some remnants." It was very rare, he was moved with compassion, and after saying that, he turned around and walked away, leaving only Li Changkong, who was not moving, and everyone from Beishan Sword Gate.

"Take me to a mass grave. Li Changkong pouted and said eagerly to the crowd.

In March, the outside of the city has not completely dissolved, and if you are lucky, you may be able to find the frozen headless corpse.

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Out of the station of Beishan Jianmen, Zhang Zheng did not go back to the Red Flower Pavilion, but went to the Qingshan Chamber of Commerce, and there was no sound of fighting, half an hour later, he went to the station of Bazhai in the Northern Regions, the same, there was no movement.

Immediately afterwards, he visited the major forces in Heavenly Snow City one after another, went to the door alone, and used his own strength to suppress all the forces in Heavenly Snow City.

At first, there were many people who had ideas, but after Zhang Zheng killed the three disobedient families, these people fell silent, and they were very glad that they did not become the first birds.

The three destroyed families are not weak, and there are innate realm warriors guarding the door, but after just a cup of tea, all the men who can do martial arts are dead, and only those men and women who can't do martial arts are still alive.

These people are stupid, and Zhang Zheng is ruthless, almost effortlessly, when he walked all over Tianxue City, he subdued the rest of his strength, this is the rivers and lakes, the weak eat the strong.

In the evening, when the last rays of afterglow dissipated, a white-clothed young man with a sword came out of the Shenquan Gate, carrying his hands on his back, and walked slowly along the stone path in the direction of the Red Flower Pavilion.

Soon, he came out of it, but in his hand there was a delicate palm-sized wooden box, cyan, with a phoenix that had been spreading its wings all the time.

The night, like a tide, poured over, no one, no corner could escape, all shrouded in the blur of the night.

The lights are always on

When the first candle was lit, soon the whole street was lit up, and finally the whole city was lit up, which was so eye-catching in the night.

Red Flower Pavilion

The lights in the room were on, two guards with knives were guarding the door, Zhang Zheng walked over gently, waved his hand, and the guards retreated, he bent his fingers and knocked on the door frame, there was still no movement inside, he carefully pushed the door open, bypassed the screen, and saw Qiudian lying on the bed sideways, and there was a slight sound of breathing in the room.

He laughed at himself, put the wooden box in his hand on the table, and leaned back on the head of the bed to take a nap.