"Lei Tian, ​​Kuanglemen, I didn't expect you to surrender to Jue Wushen." Zhang Jun looked at Lei Tian who was staring at him with hatred eyes in front of him, and he had a sudden realization. No wonder the other party could easily find the Life and Death Sect and Lingyin Temple. It turned out that this person was betrayed. After all, the place where they separated from Zhang Jun and others was near this Life and Death Sect. At that time, Zhang Jun, Wuming and others did not expect that the only remaining Kuanglemen who escaped from the prison with them would betray them.

Wuming immediately shouted and said angrily: "I thought you and your senior brother were martial arts heroes, but I didn't expect you to surrender to Jue Wushen. This really makes me feel disappointed. How can you be worthy of the ancestor of the Kuroleimen who are also martial arts heroes in the Middle Earth?"

"Hahaha!" The roar of Wuyi made the elder of Kuanglei Sect, Lei Tian, ​​laugh loudly, but the laughter showed a sense of sadness and desolation, "Hahaha! Ancestor? That's right! I'm sorry for you, but who caused it? The eight elders of Kuanglei Sect, who originally had eight brothers, now only two survived. Who caused it? If the ancestors knew about the knowledge in the fountain, how could they forgive me!"

"If Brother Zhang hadn't rescued you and others, your Kuai Lei Sect had already been destroyed. Why would you have to work hard for Jue Wushen, who destroyed Kuai Lei Sect?" Wuming asked coldly. Wuming could not understand this.

"For what? Of course I'm for the revival of the Kuanglei Sect!" A ferocious look appeared on Lei Tian's face. Lei Tian, ​​who was already crazy, was even more crazy. The scars on his face curled like a centipede. This ferocious look was even more terrifying. "If this little thief did not save us at the beginning, we would have the face to meet the ancestor even if we went to hell. But now, only the senior brother and the head of the sect are left in the Kuanglei Sect, facing the ancestors in the past dynasties without words. Therefore, I want to revitalize the Kuanglei Sect. I want the Kuanglei Sect to become the orthodox sect of the entire martial arts world and become the supreme leader of the entire martial arts world! Only in this way can we be worthy of our ancestors and make up for our mistakes. And the entire martial arts world, only Jue Wushen can help us do this, and only he can help me achieve the rise of the Kuanglei Sect and truly become the supreme martial arts world!"

"It's really beyond help!" Zhang Jun and Bu Jingyun looked at the only remaining elder of the Kuang Lei Sect with cold eyes, and their tone was both disdain and regretful.

"That's right! I'm helpless. Since I have chosen this road, there is no possibility of turning back. Zhang Zhei, since you made me Kuai Lei Gate reach such a field, I will use your life to spread the road to revival of my Kuai Lei Gate." Lei Tian shouted loudly, and his sad expression turned into a deep resentment. His pair of eyes burning with rage stared at Zhang Jun tightly, as if he was about to peel off Zhang Jun's skin and remove his bones.

Human beings are the most contradictory and complex creatures in the heavenly world. The sinister nature of human hearts is better than any poor mountains and rivers. Human beings are both full of vigilance and desire for connection and care. This contradiction makes human beings always sway between understanding and misunderstanding. Human hearts are so changeable and sinister, and communication between people is even more complicated. Human hearts are always unwilling to blame themselves for their mistakes. The rejection in their hearts and subconsciously hope to find excuses to get rid of responsibility.

Zhang Jun knew the psychology of the person in front of him very well. He and his brothers almost died under Jue Wushen. Later, he saw Jue Wushen resisting Wan Jian Returning to the Sect. The gap in absolute strength and terrifying power had long been engraved in his heart, completely dispelling his intention to take revenge. In this case, either he overcame the fear in his heart and worked harder to seek revenge. The second possibility is that his entire fighting spirit collapsed and he no longer had the courage to fight. It is obvious that Lei Tian belongs to the latter.

In order to excuse his behavior, Lei Tian subconsciously blamed Zhang Jun for the collapse of the entire Kuang Lei Gate, turning his guilt into hatred for Zhang Jun, and consciously evading the condemnation of his conscience.

After Zhang Jun understood the other party's thoughts, he closed his eyes and sighed, "If I hadn't saved you, you might have died, but you died as a hero. But my kindness has made you walk into the fork in the road. Since that's the case... let me make up for my mistakes!"

"Hahaha! Since you regret and know that you are wrong, then... let's compensate for your life!" With a loud shout, Lei Tian, ​​Lei Ruoding rushed towards Zhang Jun, and a zigzag figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Jun. The Kuroku Thunder Sect also had a foundation, and its internal skills and mental methods were even more thunderous. At the time, the two Kuroku Thunder Sect elders who were in the same cell as Zhang Jun explained some internal skills tricks to Zhang Jun. Although Zhang Jun was not clear about the core internal skills secret, the introductory internal strength seemed to easily discover the key points in Zhang Jun. He even tried to practice it and found that it could produce a thunder force with paralysis ability, and this internal force could also urge the body to produce great explosive power in a short period of time, and it still had a great advantage in sneak attacks or unexpected surprises.

Lei Tian took out a giant sword three inches wide from somewhere. A slight thunder penetrated into the giant sword, and his body was like lightning. His sword technique gave people a feeling of thunder and thunder from the sky. It can be seen that his skills were quite profound and he had already understood the three-point true meaning of the sword technique of Lei Tian. Even Lei Tian himself felt that this sword was his peak work. He could not reach such a state in any case. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Zhang Jun, every eyelash on the other party could be clearly visible, but Zhang Jun still closed his eyes slightly, as if he had given up resisting. Lei Tian's mouth raised slightly, and he even thought of killing the culprit who killed the Kuang Lei Sect and injured his Crazy Lei Sect. Then, with the help of Jue Wushen, he re-established the sect again and became the supreme martial arts world and enjoyed the admiration of future generations.

The sword wind was cold, and Zhang Jun could feel the approaching of the sword tip even without using his eyes. All the hairs on his skin stood up. The opponent's sword tip was wrapped around the thunder force to produce a magnetic force, which could make Zhang Jun's hair feel the accumulated electrons in the air from a distance. If an ordinary martial arts master had a broken heart before facing such a fierce and powerful force, he would still be shattered, but Zhang Jun still closed his eyes and looked at Lei Tian.

He whispered slowly: "I have created your tragedy. Since that's the case, I will make up for my mistakes and let you be free!"

The bloody sword light flashed with death. Lei Tian's sword edge was opened by Zhang Jun in a slight difference. Not only did the internal energy and hidden strength attached to the sword shock Lei Tian's hands, and he almost couldn't control his broad sword. Lei Tian had just taken the sword edge firmly, and Zhang Jun's next sword appeared again, and the frosty white sword light hit the sword body of Kuo Jian again.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding! In the moment of lightning, internal strength and national martial arts secret force alternated, leaving Zhang Jun's sword force almost no gap. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Jun slashed dozens of swords one after another. Lei Tian felt that he was not facing a human at all, but a monster. The thunder force inside the sword edge was offset by the internal force transmitted from the opponent's blade in a short time. Next, the blood in the entire arm was slowly solidified and frozen by the internal force of the frost, and the white frost appeared on the surface of both hands.

However, Zhang Jun had no sign of decline and even launched a more fierce attack. Lei Tian didn't understand how he solved the defect of not being able to develop internal strength in such a short time, and he didn't understand what kind of kung fu Zhang Jun was practicing. He could continue to attack without raising his breath and breathing.

Ren Leitian scratched his head and couldn't figure out that Zhang Jun was not a pure martial arts master at all, but a national martial arts master with the peak of Huajin's half-step level of the Pill-Holding Pill. Without internal energy, the dark force condensed by Zhang Jun's Huajin was even more varied. With internal energy, there was no time to return air. With dozens of swords in a row, each sword was devoted to the same point on the spine of the big sword. A trace of hidden cracks in the broad sword continued to expand and extend under the destruction of Zhang Jun's four different dark forces, which were different. Finally, when Zhang Jun raised the internal energy attack for the last time, the whole thing collapsed and burst.

Countless fragments of iron swords swept over with a sharp coldness. In Lei Tian's almost terrified eyes, under the white cold current, a blood color passed by with lightning speed. In Lei Tian's eyes, the whole world turned over. It seemed that he could see a familiar back, but how could he have no head? With the last doubt, Lei Tian's consciousness sank into the darkness.

"I don't regret my decision, because if I'm wrong, then I will use my hands to smooth out the error." He said coldly, and the coldness in his eyes did not fade away at all, but became colder, and the white light outside the blood-colored blade was about to emerge.

Suddenly turned around and slashed at another black-clothed Rakshasa ghost-faced dead man who appeared silently. Within two or three seconds of Zhang Jun's knife slashing the Thunder Heaven, the other black-clothed dead man rushed towards Zhang Jun, Bu Jingyun and Wuming. Even though Wuming had not yet reached half of his skills, he easily fought against dozens of dead man. The heroic sword turned into unparalleled sword lights, and a single sword, walking by in a leisurely courtyard, but he took away the flower of life.

Bu Jingyun was even more domineering, and Yun Shi's Sword was even more domineering and fierce than sword techniques. With the amplitude of the sword energy, the sword energy condensed into crescent-like sword energy, passing by. As long as the ghost-faced dead soldiers touched the sword energy, they all broke through it. Countless broken limbs and wreckage fell from the air, making the entire backyard of Lingyin Temple a flesh-and-blood battlefield, and the blood on the ground gathered into a shallow lake.

Zhang Jun looked at the frozen ghost-faced death warrior who was killed by himself in front of him. The other party was indeed the core elite of Wushen Jue Palace. Facing Zhang Jun's ultimate sword technique, he did not avoid or retreat but instead stayed up. He would rather be killed than chopped on Zhang Jun's body. The deadly aura that exuded his body had the same effect as the Bing Xin realm in Zhang Jun's heart. Even if Zhang Jun killed Lei Tian, ​​he did not leave any scars. After killing the other party, he had a three-inch blood mark. Fortunately, the knife wound was not deep. This injury not only did not make Zhang Jun feel retreating, but instead stimulated Zhang Jun's heart to slowly develop a completely rational cold murderous intent.

The heart is like ice and the intention is like iron. Zhang Jun's sword is just right, and every force is controlled to an extremely subtle situation. At this time, Zhang Jun turned into a killing machine, and the purpose of everything is to kill better. In this state, if you ignore all existence, Zhang Jun can be said to have no human nature, but directly uses instinctive killing to dominate his body.

Kill and kill! When Zhang Jun finally stopped killing in his hands because of his exhaustion of internal energy, Zhang Jun slowly looked around after his rationality was restored. Dozens of Rakshasa ghost-faced deadly soldiers around him were all lying on the ground, blood flowing under Zhang Jun's feet. Every Rakshasa ghost-faced deadly soldiers was fatal, and few died after being killed twice. If someone checked their wounds, he would find that the knife marks on each black-clothed dead soldier were not deep or shallow, just reaching the level of death. Most people's arteries and hearts were just cut completely by Zhang Jun, without wasting a trace of internal strength and strength.

Looking at his hands covered with blood, the bright red frost covered the blade in his hand. Without the intoxication of cold internal force, the frost on the blade slowly melted, and the frozen blood dripped down again.

"Are you okay?" Bu Jingyun's cold expression was as usual, but there was a three-point fear in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun's state of killing in his heart was extremely terrifying, with an amazing killing efficiency. He killed dozens of black-clothed dead soldiers who reached the Black Iron level, which was unimaginable even afterwards.

Zhang Jun wanted to say something nothing when he heard this, but just as he opened his mouth, a sore feeling on his body suddenly invaded every muscle. After the selfless killing, the price was that he had already been overdrawn. Now it was extremely difficult to take a step, let alone speak.

"Oh!" Suddenly, a long roar came from a distance, and the sound waves seemed to have a strange power. For a moment, his face changed drastically when he heard the sound with his nameless heart!

"Nie Feng!?"

"Junior Brother Feng!"
Chapter completed!