Chapter 1322

Shen Huanhuan didn't realize it at first, but after looking at the battle group not far away, and Tianxue's face, she immediately understood, beckoned, and surrounded Ye Lingtian in the middle.

Ye Lingtian shouted angrily at Tianxue, "tmd, what do you mean? Are you trying to catch us all?!"

Shen Huanhuan's eyebrows condensed, and the cold sword immediately pressed against Ye Lingtian's neck, and said coldly: "Pay attention to your wording, otherwise my sword will chop you into meat paste."

Ye Lingtian squinted at Shen Huanhuan: "What a cruel heart, if I knew this, I shouldn't have saved her just now!"

"Save me?" Tianxue curled her lips in disdain, and turned to look at Ye Lingtian, "Without you standing in front of him, Ma Wuchuan's death would have been easier!"

Ye Lingtian gritted his teeth and said, "So, you have been hiding your strength."

"That's right, I want to see your strength, and by the way, the real combat power of the current sect." Holding the Bihai Qingtian sword, Tianxue glanced at the battle group not far away, and said expressionlessly, " Take a good look at your left side. Five of the sisters I brought into the sect from Yuxiao Palace fell down. Do you know how much I paid in the early stage to train five masters? Everything was caused by Wu's call. The head of the door, as an upright man, he is now using his own blood to pay for his mistakes."

"Wu Zhaozhao is an immortal martial artist, which means a lot to the Dao Sect!" Ye Lingtian said through his teeth.

"If you can't even settle the affairs of your own sect, you deserve to be called the sect master? As for the meaning, why don't you hold back?" Tianxue sneered, and said unceremoniously, "If I were him, I would rather wipe my own neck , and don’t want help from outsiders.”

As soon as the words fell, Wu Zhaozhao roared angrily: "This is a private matter of Dao Zongmen! No one else needs to intervene!"

"See? If I make a move, he must think that I look down on him." Tianxue shrugged and smiled charmingly.

Shen Huanhuan's hand holding the sword trembled, and secretly glanced at the sister's corpse not far away, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Kill!" Wang Zhigang glanced at Ye Lingtian, who was surrounded by Tianxue and others, and realized that it was more difficult to get rid of Ye Yuntian than to wipe his own neck, so he held the knife in both hands, jumped into the air, and suddenly shouted at Wu. Remember chopping.

This slash condensed his lifelong comprehension, and it is also the essence of Tang Dao.

Wu Zhaozhao leaned back, and the Han knife in his hand suddenly flew out.

Pooh!

While the left chest was slashed by the Tang knife, he held the handle of the knife with his right hand and slashed at Wang Zhigang's neck.

The sound of fresh blood rang in Wang Zhigang's ears like the wind, and the moment his Tang Dao hit Wu Zhao, he realized that his life was gone.

"Everyone deserves to be betrayed!" Wang Zhigang clutched his neck, blood spurting from his fingers, looking at Wu Zhaozhao with hatred in his eyes.

Wu Zhaozhao's eyes were moist. I still remember that last year when he, Wang Zhigang and Ye Yinliang were walking in the peach blossom forest, they still imagined that they would drink and have fun in autumn, but they never thought that before summer, brothers would kill each other.

Pooh!

Slightly distracted, a Tang Dao of a member of the Sword Sect slashed across Wu Zhaozhao's lower abdomen, and blood gushed out immediately.

No matter how impolite Wu Zhaozhao was, the brilliance of the blade flowed, and with a sweep of the momentum, the head of this sword sect disciple flew up.

Wu Zhaozhao looked at the only three remaining Dao Sect disciples, tore off his shirt, wrapped it around his lower abdomen, held the saber in both hands, and said in a deep voice to the only three remaining Dao Sect disciples: "If you continue to fight, you will undoubtedly die. If you leave, if you don't take half a step into the Sword Sect, I will pretend that what happened today never happened."

One of the Dao Sect disciples held Tang Dao, looked at the fallen Wang Zhigang, pointed at Wu Zhaozhao and shouted: "Brother Wang has been with you for so many years, and now he is not even a Dharma protector. You are not good at suppressing Ge Xinning, you are not good at suppressing yourself." Brother is strong, you are a sinner of the Sword Sect! If it weren't for you, the Sword Sect would have taken off!"

Wu called for the hand holding the knife to tremble again, glanced at Wang Zhigang who was no longer breathing, and shouted: "Nonsense!"

"Hu..." the Sword Sect disciple's eyes were red, "Then tell me who among the Dharma protectors is as good as Brother Wang? Tell me what have you done for the Sword Sect these years?"

"Don't talk nonsense with him, why don't you believe what he said?" Another Dao Sect disciple held the saber in both hands and roared, "Kill!"

Wu called for his feet to be a little bit, and his body spun around, barely avoiding the blow and slashing, and at the same time, he brought up a series of saber lights.

Brush, brush, brush!

Four rays of light lit up, and the body of the Sword Sect member turned into several petals in the air, and the blood rained down.

"I'll kill you!" Another Dao Sect disciple stepped down, and made a gorgeous straight stab at Wu Zhaozhao, and the whirlwind that was created by it lifted Wu Zhaozhao's lapel.

"Go to hell!" Wu Zhaosha's eyes turned red, he jumped up high, and slashed down with the knife in both hands.

Pooh!

The raiding disciple fell to the ground and never got up again.

The only remaining Dao Sect disciple quietly looked at the panting Wu Zhaozhao, then turned to Ye Lingtian, who was guarded by the Laoshan Sect, and yelled at the sky, then held the knife with both hands, and wiped his neck.

Before he died, he was unwilling for Wang Zhigang, screaming in his heart for the injustice in the sect. Once upon a time, he could be regarded as a talented warrior, but because he was on the side of Wu Zhao, he couldn't find a chance to take the top position. Not only that, he also endured the cynicism of many people. For his own future, he can only choose On Ge Xinning's side, sometimes people really don't have many choices.

The sun was a little dazzling, and Wu Zhaozhao, who was covered in injuries, looked at the last member of the Sword Sect who fell, and his eyes were moist. He is clear about what happened to Wang Zhigang, but for the sake of Dao Zongmen's overall situation and stability, he chooses to compromise again and again, but he did not expect it to become the current situation.

In terms of cultivation, he is strong, but in terms of sect control, Wu Zhaozhao is indeed too weak.

Tianxue clapped her little hands, walked up to Wu Zhaozhao, and smiled extraordinarily brightly: "As expected of the head of the Saber Sect, I alone withstood the siege of many masters. This battle is enough to be recorded in the annals of history."

Wu called for a look at Ye Yuntian, who was clutching his lower abdomen not far away, and at Tianxue who had a sarcastic expression on his face, and asked softly, "Will the cooperation between Dao Zongmen and Laoshan not change?"

"Whether the cooperation between Dao Zongmen and Laoshan will change depends on who is the representative of Dao Zongmen and who is the representative of Laoshan?" Tianxue said bluntly, "If the representative of Dao Zongmen is you or Ge Xinning , what Laoshan has to do is to swallow the Dao Zongmen, if it is Ye Yuntian, it is a different matter, at least so far, his performance is very satisfactory to me, I wonder if the head of Wu understood what I said?"

Wu Zhaozhao tightly held the knife in his hand, looked up at the blue sky, and said slowly, "I understand."

"Since you understand, don't dawdle. We still have to clean up the battlefield, and then attack the Heavenly Spear Sect, help your Sword Sect eliminate internal troubles, and welcome the melee of the sect with a brand new attitude." Tianxue turned around and looked deeply at Ye Lingtian, "I believe that under the leadership of Ye Yuntian, the Sword Sect will go to glory."

Ye Lingtian panted heavily, and shouted at Wu Zhao: "Don't be impulsive, whether you live or die has nothing to do with me controlling the Sword Sect!"

"It has a lot to do with it." Wu Zhaozhao smiled sadly at Ye Lingtian, and looked at Ye Lingtian quietly, "Back when I joined the Dao Sect with your master and Wang Zhigang, my cultivation talent was the best, followed by Wang Zhigang, and your master Ye Yinliang Worst of all, I became the head of the sect, but when the previous head passed on the position to me, he said that I should listen to Ye Yinliang more in everything, because among the many elders, Ye Yinliang has the best mentality and stands tallest. Further, regrettably, many times I didn't listen to it, and that's how the Sword Sect is now."

Wu Zhaozhao took a deep breath, put the knife on his neck, and said in a deep voice: "Seeing that you turned out to be born, I know that I can step down from the position of the head. Only when I die can you succeed the knife as soon as possible." The head of the sect, Ye Yuntian, promise me that the Dao Sect will be able to walk more steadily and better in the sect."

"You..." Ye Lingtian yelled at Wu Zhaozhao with red eyes, "Is there something wrong with your fucking mind? Put down the knife for me! Don't think about others, but also think about Wu Ziyang. How old is he this year?"

"He does have the spirit of being the head of the sect, he is much stronger than me, help me take care of Wu Ziyang, he will have a better and longer road ahead than me in the future!" After Wu Zhaohao said this, without hesitation, he wiped the knife from his neck.

He knelt down on both knees and shattered his dantian, his gradually dilated pupils were full of the shadow of Wang Zhigang.

If Wu Zhaozhao really wanted to find the most sorry person, Wang Zhigang would be the first to bear the brunt. Previously, Wang Zhigang had the best chance to take over, but under Ye Yinliang's insistence, Wu Zhaozhao still did not fight for him. The reason for Wu's call is that Wang Zhigang is too honest, but among the top sects, how many honest ones can survive? Politics is always dirty, and high places are always full of intrigue.

Ye Lingtian turned his head to look at Shen Huanhuan, with an impatient expression on his face: "How long will your sword be pointed at me?"

Shen Huanhuan sneered twice: "I can't answer, because I didn't get your order."

"Let him go." Tianxue waved her small hand, glanced at Ye Lingtian, and said calmly, "I believe that Master Ye won't wipe his neck at this time."

Ye Lingtian walked up to Tianxue, and reprimanded unceremoniously: "You shouldn't do this, the head of Wu has fallen, and the sword sect has no immortal fighters. How will we fight in the melee?"

Tianxue didn't bother to talk to Ye Lingtian, and went straight to the dilapidated pavilion, where the stone benches and tables were still there.

Putting the Bihai Qingtian sword on the stone table, Tianxue picked out a fairly complete apple from the fruit plate, and said while eating: "Who said that there are no immortal warriors in the Sword Sect? Before long, you will become immortal class."

"Anyway, two immortal-level warriors are more effective than one immortal-level warrior." Ye Lingtian slapped the stone table heavily, the wound in his lower abdomen was painful, "You are destroying the foundation of my sword sect!"

Tianxue snorted coldly: "Don't pretend to be ignorant for me. It was Wu Chaochao who destroyed the foundation of the Sword Sect. If it weren't for his cowardice and incompetence, the Sword Sect would not be where it is today! In an organization, it is terrible It's not that the combat power is not strong, but that the leader is incompetent, and no merit is a fault! But today he finally made a wise choice. Once he dies, you will become the leader. You don't need to think too much about it when you start things next, so You should be thanking me instead of getting mad at me."