Zhao Zhen wanted to leave, but Yan Zhao Ge didn't plan to let him go, and immediately chased after him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Together, the sword light is like a long river of time running through the void, blurring the boundary between time and space.

The Purple Sea Sword Technique of the Purple Tide Sword Sect is majestic, both offensive and defensive, but it is not known for its speed.

Yan Zhao Ge's body and the cloud turning sky light sword were one, and the sword turned into a long river, and quickly chased behind Zhao Zhen.

The sun seal fell, and Zhao Zhen had no choice but to pull out the Purple Sea Sword again to fight.

This time, he still took a defensive position and tried to deal with Yan Zhao Ge.

Seeing that Zhao Zhen's approach was similar to Yuan Xiancheng's, Yan Zhaoge's eyes moved again, and he said, "You guys, who are you waiting for?"

When Zhao Zhen heard this, his heart tightened.

The expression of anxiety and helplessness on his face gradually dissipated and regained his composure.

"Let me guess, the people who are chasing after me shouldn't be that fast. Yan Zhao Ge said: "Since this is the case, it is the person who was waiting in front like you." ”

"Could it be that 'Baowu Zhenyue' Zhang Shuren has already left Fang Yuan Mountain and come here?"

Yan Zhao Ge asked casually, Zhao Zhen didn't answer, but the sword momentum became more and more calm, and there were needles hidden in the cotton.

When the other southern warriors heard this, they were all in high spirits.

"Baowu Zhenyue" Zhang Shuren, the elder of Wutong Mountain, the martial saint Jiuzhong, the strong man in the late stage of Xianqiao.

In the entire Southern Yantian Realm, under the Southern Supreme Zhuang Shen, one of the strongest people, in the upper realm, is also a top master who has been famous for many years.

Now the strongest martial artist active in the eastern part of the Southern Yantian Realm, the principal of the Wutong Slope of Fengyi Mountain here.

"Phoenix Pupil" Yuan Xiancheng also bowed his head in front of him, regardless of strength or seniority, he was inferior.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Zhao Zhen: "Do you want to drag me here and wait for Zhang Shuren to come over?"

"It's better not to use Zhang Baowu to come, we will solve you. Zhao Zhen finally spoke again at this time: "It's just that it seems that it doesn't work now." ”

Just now, he had indeed given birth to retreat, and beckoned Yuan Xiancheng to evacuate first.

Stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood.

However, Yuan Xiancheng told him something that made Zhao Zhen finally change his mind.

Although there is no basis, Zhao Zhen chose to believe Yuan Xiancheng.

At this moment, he looked Yan Zhao Ge up and down with a very strange gaze: "Now, I really believe that when you were in the Southeast Emperor Jihai, you had defeated and hunted down the rumors of the Immortal Bridge Middle Martial Saint. ”

"There can be a person like you in the world, with a strength like you, the red lotus under the knee of His Majesty Emperor Jin of Miaofeifeng can't be compared. ”

Zhao Zhen said in admiration: "You are the first person of the young generation who has risen in the upper realm in recent years. ”

"Wutong Po said that you came from a lower realm, and it was a coincidence that you were able to get the Sun Seal, but I really doubt it now, are you indeed the Sun Lord?"

Yan Zhaoge smiled when he heard this: "Wutongpo is right, I really just got the sun seal by chance. ”

He spoke in his mouth, but he was not slow under his hands, and a sword fell, slashing through the purple sea.

"There is no need to delay time. Yan Zhaoge said lightly: "Zhang Shuren is here, just let him come over, I don't plan to avoid it, just wait for him in this Haoling Mountain." ”

"However, I can naturally wait for him, whether you can wait or not, it is not certain. ”

The poignant purple-red sword was overwhelming, making Zhao Zhen powerless to parry.

He had no way to avoid it at the moment, so he could only barely resist it.

"We can't wait, and it doesn't matter. Zhao Zhen said in a deep voice: "As long as I leave you behind, it's enough." ”

Yan Zhao Ge looked at Zhao Zhen and understood what he meant.

Zhao Zhen came to the Xuanning Mountains to help this time, on the one hand, to sell Wutongpo's face, and on the other hand, for his personal friendship with Yuan Xiancheng.

Normally, he is selling Wutongpo's face, not Wutongpo, and he doesn't need to fight to the death.

As the number one powerhouse in Tongminghai, it is true that the Purple Tide Sword Sect is the number one force in Tongminghai.

But if he fell here along with the Purple Sea Sword, the strength of the Purple Tide Sword Sect would drop greatly.

Although it is still the top power in the Tongming Sea, it is impossible to continue to occupy the hegemonic throne.

Even, it may face the siege of other forces in the Tongming Sea.

Just like the Great Xuan Dynasty of the Emperor of the Southeast Yang Heavenly Realm.

Zhao Zhen stayed here to fight to the death, and at first glance, it was quite unwise.

But if it is Yan Zhaoge, he will choose the same.

If Zhao Zhen really dies here, Wutongpo will definitely not sit idly by and ignore the situation in Tongminghai, and the Purple Tide Sword Sect will be clearly supported by Wutongpo, and its prestige will not fall.

And if Yan Zhaoge is allowed to escape, even if Zhao Zhen returns to Tongminghai alive, he will not live in peace in the future.

Because, Yan Zhaoge in front of him was so strong that he couldn't sleep well!

The current Yan Zhaoge has not yet boarded the Immortal Bridge, and he is already so terrifying.

If the tiger returns to the mountain today, and Yan Zhaoge makes a comeback in the future, how can the Purple Tide Sword Sect resist?

It is the Wutong slope to take care of, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to ensure everything.

He now has only one way to go to the dark, just hoping to gather the power of the powerhouses in the eastern part of the Southern Yantian Realm and keep Yan Zhaoge here forever!

"The idea is good, but ......" Yan Zhao Ge fell with a sword, and the Cloud Turning Sky Light Sword slid against the blade of the Purple Sea Sword, slashing towards Zhao Zhen's fingers.

If you don't give up your sword, you will cut off your finger!

Zhao Zhen seemed to be silent, and his appearance was not amazing, but at this moment, he made up his mind, but he was extremely tough.

Yan Zhao Ge's sword blade fell, Zhao Zhen did not let go, but pushed the purple sea sword in his hand forward, and also slashed Yan Zhao Ge's fingers.

The Cloud Turning Sky Light Sword was faster, and the blood flashed, directly cutting off the fingers of Zhao Zhen's right hand.

Zhao Zhen's face did not change, he had already prepared, his left hand was connected like lightning, he held the hilt of the Zihai Sword, and continued to slide forward.

"Okay!" Yan Zhaoge praised softly, and his wrist flicked.

On the Cloud Turning Sky Light Sword, the purple and red rays converged, giving birth to a flexible force, and the purple sea sword bounced away slightly.

The blade of the sword was not touched by a fraction of a second, and it failed to touch Yan Zhaoge's fingers.

The next moment, Yan Zhao Ge shook the Cloud Turning Sky Light Sword, and the softness turned back to rigidity, the edge was revealed, and another sword fell.

Zhao Zhen couldn't change in time, and the left hand holding the sword at this moment was directly cut off by Yan Zhao Ge!

On the other side, in the midst of the flames, the sound of the phoenix sounded again.

Yuan Xiancheng was reborn again.

However, this time, his right eye was closed, and only the phoenix light and shadow in his left eye were about to fly.

Even so, it is naturally a great joy to be able to escape death and be reborn in Nirvana.

But the joy of the present is full of sorrow.

After Yuan Xiancheng was reborn in Nirvana, the first picture in his eyes was that Zhao Zhen was cut off by Yan Zhao Ge's sword with a sword!

But at this moment, Yuan Xiancheng and Zhao Zhen, who were originally gloomy, had happy colors on their faces at the same time.

A powerful aura suddenly came from afar.

From the Fangyuan Mountains to the east.

That breath belongs to the Martial Saint Ninefold, a powerhouse in the late stage of the Immortal Bridge realm!