Summoned the Strongest Villain

Although the two are new masters, the two elders of the Ziwei Sword Sect who are able to suppress the Grand Master have no power to resist.

In the whole Ziwei Jianzong sect, blood flowed like a river, and the corpses of disciples wearing Ziwei Jianzong's costumes could be seen everywhere, including some soldiers of Yan Kingdom.

The Ziwei Emperor Sword has awakened the will of the emperor in it. A man wearing a purple robe and a crown stands proudly in the sky, his fingers change continuously, and the Ziwei Emperor Sword keeps attacking Zhao Feilong.

Zhao Feilong responded calmly, surrounded by silver dragons, no matter how the Ziwei Emperor Sword attacked, it couldn't hurt Zhao Feilong in the slightest.

And Jin Zhenyue, who was behind Ziwei Emperor Sword, had a gloomy expression, waving his sleeve robe, and a stream of light flew out of his sleeve robe in an instant, flying towards the depths of Ziwei Sword Sect.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Feilong frowned slightly. It was rumored that the previous suzerain of the Ziwei Jianzong did not die, but was in retreat within the Ziwei Jianzong. However, after so many years, everyone thought that the previous suzerain of Ziwei Jianzong had died Sitting down, but judging by Jin Zhenyue's appearance, he was clearly releasing some kind of signal to inform someone.

Boom! ! !

In the depths of Ziwei Jianzong, there was a huge sound, and then a powerful breath burst out.

Sensing that aura, Jin Zhenyue was overjoyed, "Welcome Master to leave the customs."

An old man with silvery white hair but still straight body came striding over the air. He was wearing a plain white robe, which made him look like a member of the immortal family.

"Who came to my Ziwei Sword Sect to be presumptuous? Are you courting death?"

It was a calm and indifferent voice, but it made everyone feel a pressure in their hearts.

"Star Dou Sword Master Xue Zhenbei?"

Seeing the old man, Zhao Feilong narrowed his eyes slightly.

Xue Zhenbei is the suzerain of the Ziwei Sword Sect of the previous generation. He became famous 100 years ago, and he can be regarded as a strong person of the previous generation.

Xue Zhenbei's real name is not like this, but since he became famous, he has been called Xue Zhenbei, because at that time, in the northern part of the Central Plains, the Ziwei Sword Sect was the most brilliant.

Moreover, Xue Zhenbei is also the number one master in the northern part of the Central Plains, so he is called Xue Zhenbei.

If calculated carefully, Xue Zhenbei should be [-] years old, and the end of life is approaching, but unexpectedly, he is still alive, which makes Zhao Feilong slightly startled.

"I didn't expect that after a hundred years, some people have forgotten the glory of my Ziwei Sword Sect. They dared to destroy my Ziwei Sword Sect. It seems that they didn't take me Xue Zhenbei seriously."

When Xue Zhenbei came to Jin Zhenyue, Jin Zhenyue hurriedly bowed and said respectfully, "Master."

That's right, Xue Zhenbei is Jin Zhenyue's master, and after Xue Zhenbei abdicated, he passed on the position of suzerain of the Ziwei Sword Sect to Jin Zhenyue.

Although a hundred years have passed, Jin Zhenyue has become a giant and strong man, but facing Xue Zhenbei, he still respects him very much and dare not show any disrespect.

Xue Zhenbei put his hands behind his back and nodded slightly, "Zhenyue, you have disappointed me so much, you actually made someone into the sect, this is the great shame of my Ziwei Sword Sect."

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm incompetent, so please forgive me, Master."

Jin Zhenyue said in a low voice.

"That's all, the matter has come to this, we can only kill these enemies, and revive the prestige of my Ziwei Sword Sect."

After the words fell, Xue Zhenbei suddenly looked at Zhao Feilong, "Young man, you are looking for death."

call out! ! !

The Ziwei Emperor Sword flew out in an instant, and suddenly shot towards Zhao Feilong.

And above the sky, Emperor Ziwei's shadow also followed closely, and a palm fell on Zhao Feilong's cover.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Feilong couldn't help but become serious.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, as a veteran giant and a martial arts expert who has practiced 300 years more than him, his strength must not be underestimated.

"Ask about shooting."

The silver dragon roared suddenly, even facing the phantom of the ancient emperor, the silver dragon was not afraid at all, soaring into the sky with a roar.

The Liuyun Spear in Zhao Feilong's hand also collided with Ziwei Emperor Sword.

The terrifying aftermath, as if about to tear apart the heavens, scattered in all directions, and the entire sky dimmed.

Zhao Feilong was impacted by the aftermath, and couldn't help but backed out, thousands of miles away one after another, a slight flush appeared on his face.

"Hehe, as a senior, bullying a junior like this is not a senior's demeanor."

A faint laugh sounded slowly, and Zhang Daoxuan, who was dressed in a purple Taoist robe, came slowly from a distance.

Seeing Zhang Daoxuan, Xue Zhenbei narrowed his eyes slightly, "Oh? Could it be that you are not a junior?"

Zhang Daoxuan shook his head slightly, "In terms of age, you are indeed much older than me Zhang Daoxuan, but according to your status, it may not be so."

"Unexpectedly, in a hundred years, even your True Martial Dao Sect is willing to become the eagle dog of the imperial court. If the ancestors of your True Martial Dao Sect know about it, I really don't know what it will be like."

Zhang Daoxuan's expression didn't change at all, "Although I formed an alliance with His Majesty, His Majesty never said that I was his subordinate. My True Martial Dao Sect became the state religion of Yan Kingdom, which would only make the True Martial Dao Sect stronger. Even if the ancestors knew, he I can only be happy, this is the general trend, what's wrong?"

"Well, it seems that we only have one battle today."

Xue Zhenbei's temperament is not a person who likes to talk nonsense. Seeing Zhang Daoxuan like this, he can only do it.

boom! ! !

In the hands of Xue Zhenbei, the Sword of Emperor Ziwei is completely different from that in the hands of Jin Zhenyue. The terrifying imperial prestige permeates, as if Emperor Ziwei has reappeared in the world. Even the entire north is shrouded in this terrifying imperial prestige.

"Teacher Zhang, be careful."

Zhao Feilong looked at Xue Zhenbei solemnly, and said in a deep voice.

Zhang Daoxuan nodded slightly. At this time, a trace of solemnity appeared on his face. Xue Zhenbei's strength is definitely not weaker than Xuanzhen's. Even after so many years of precipitation, he may be stronger than Xuanzhen. Be confident that you can defeat Xue Zhenbei.