Sand Dune Palace is a palace group located in the desert stone city, with a large number of sword cultivators guarding it! It is also protected by sword formations.

At this moment, there is a huge sand dune entrance in the center.

Anyang Jun Zhao Zhang, who saw the guards who rushed out were beaten back by all 100,000 sword cultivators, suddenly felt depressed.

Zhao Zhang stepped into the hall angrily.

In the hall, a man in a black robe sat on the throne, holding a cloth towel in his hand, gently wiping Mo Xiejian, his eyes were extremely focused.

"Master, you, you are surrounded by 100,000 sword cultivators. Why don't you say that, I think you are safe here and I will escape to you!" Zhao Zhang said angrily.

The man in black robe was naturally the former King of Zhao and Zhao Yong.

Zhao Yong wiped the sword in his hand and said calmly: "Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators? What is it? Why should I report to you? Zhao Zhang, you are becoming more and more presumptuous now!"

Zhao Yong looked up and looked at the son with a cold light coming out of his eyes.

Under this look, Zhao Zhang was shocked and immediately bowed: "Yes, my child is rude!"

Zhao Yong continued to wipe the long sword in his hand.

"Master, Zhao He didn't know how he won over all the nobles, Pingyuan Jun, Zhao Cheng and Li Dui, they all went crazy and surrounded my army. When I went to the palace to find him, I saw a giant and a sky eye! That breath...!" Zhao Zhang said anxiously.

"It's Zhuangzi!" Zhao Yong said calmly.

"Zhuangzi? Have you attracted Zhuangzi?" Zhao Zhang's face changed.

"I just knew, I just knew, I shouldn't have...!" Zhao Zhang showed a look of horror.

"What are you afraid of?" Zhao Yong said lightly.

"I, my master, that's Zhuangzi, I..." Zhao Zhang said worriedly.

"What's wrong with Zhuangzi? Just kill me, won't it be enough!" Zhao Yong said coldly.

Zhao Zhang stared at Zhao Yong.

"Master, your murderous intention is too strong!" Zhao Zhang said with a wry smile.

"You are not serious about killing, so you can't accomplish anything! Why is Zhao State strong?" Zhao Yong looked at Zhao Zhang coldly.

"Because the Lord's father adopted the Hu clothing riding and shooting policy when he was in power, so...!"

"Wrong!" Zhao Yong said coldly.

"That's...?"

"It's because I killed a lot of people, and all countries are afraid! Whoever dares to stop me will kill anyone!" Zhao Yong said with great sarcasm.

"But that's Zhuangzi. Now, Lian Po and Guan Master are here too..."

"No, but your worry is because you are not strong enough. If you kill them all, what else can you worry about? The world is full of joy? Who dares to gossip, just kill it! I don't believe that this tongue can keep chewing!" Zhao Yong said coldly.

"I, I~~~!" Zhao Zhang didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Okay, let's go with me to the top of the city to see if they are all here!" Zhao Yong stood up, his clothes were windless, and he had a flowing domineering aura.

"yes!"

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Outside the Dune Palace, there is a stone on the top.

Zhuangzi stepped up, standing beside Lian Po, King Zhao, Deng Lingzi, Guan Master and a large number of peerless sword cultivators.

However, ordinary sword cultivators stood in all directions, causing the entire dune palace to evacuate.

"Zhuangzi, I've already gone to call for war! The surrounding earth is isolated by formations, and no one can leave!" said the master immediately.

Zhuangzi nodded, stood on a high place, and looked coldly at the front of the Sand Dune Palace in the distance.

"Here, they are here!" Deng Lingzi's eyes lit up.

But he saw that inside the distance, a group of sword cultivators supported a man in a black robe. The man had a bright face and a slightly white hair. However, he seemed to have a strong sword will. So wherever he went, the white clouds above his head were pierced and dispersed by the unintentional sword intent. Anyang Jun Zhao Zhang only dared to stand respectfully behind him.

"What a strong sword intent!" Deng Lingzi took a deep breath.

Deng Lingzi's swordsmanship is comparable to Wang Jian's current situation. It can make her look shocked, which shows the horror of the man in black robe.

"Master Father?" King Zhao suddenly showed a hint of fear.

"Zhao Yong?" The minister also looked dark.

Obviously, anyone can see the powerful aura emitted by Zhao Yong.

Everyone grabbed the hilt of the sword, only Zhuangzi, his eyes narrowed.

Because, for some reason, Zhao Yong felt familiar with Zhuangzi, as familiar as an old friend or an old opponent for many years.

However, this familiarity is even more fierce.

"Who? Who is it?" Zhuangzi frowned and looked at Zhao Yong in the distance.

For a moment, Zhuangzi couldn't recognize who this familiarity was. Perhaps his appearance had changed, but this familiar temperament would never change.

"Dad, he is Zhao Yong!" Deng Lingzi said curiously on the side.

Zhuangzi shook his head and stared at Zhao Yong in the distance. He kept recalling everything in his mind and finding the source of that sense of familiarity.

On the city tower, Zhao Yong held the railing and looked at the people on the stone mountain in the distance.

"Ha, Zhao He, you have grown up!" Zhao Yong said calmly.

"I, I!" King Zhao's face turned stiff when he was opposite.

King Zhao didn't know how to face his father, but Zhao Zhang, who was standing next to Zhao Yong, suddenly turned cold: "Okay, Zhao He, the master father will pass the throne to you, so you will bring people to deal with the master father? You are unfilial and rebellious son, do you know that everything you have is given by the master father!"

King Zhao didn't know how to refute it for a moment, but just smiled bitterly and even looked at Zhuangzi with some doubts.

Fortunately, Zhao Yong did not accuse King Zhao too much, but looked at Zhuangzi.

"Zhuangzi? The big boss is here. I heard from these sword cultivators, why did the demon-killing meeting be held? It was not for me, right?" Zhao Yong looked at Zhuangzi and said calmly.

"What do you think? Zhao Yong!" Zhuangzi said coldly.

Zhao Yong looked around everyone around and said calmly: "I? I don't know, but I, Zhao Yong, have never been afraid of anyone in my life! If you make unreasonable trouble, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Deng Lingzi, kill him!" Zhuangzi shouted coldly.

Everyone around was stunned. Before they could explain this clearly, they were going to take action? Zhuangzi did not play according to common sense this time.

"Squeeze!"

Deng Lingzi naturally did not hesitate at all, and the long sword in his hand instantly turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Zhao Yong.

Deng Lingzi's sword was so fast that that sword broke through the formation of the Sand Dune Palace and slashed in front of Zhao Yong.

Zhao Yong's eyes also turned cold and he reached out to meet him with a sword.

"boom!"

The two long swords collided in the void, and in an instant, two huge sword auras tear open two cracks in the sky.

Under the violent impact, Deng Lingzi's sword energy instantly shattered and opened. Zhao Yong's sword energy was even more powerful, and his remaining strength was still coming towards Zhuangzi.

The sword was unstoppable, as if it was cutting through everything.

"Be careful, Zhuangzi!" everyone exclaimed.

"Dad!" Deng Lingzi said worriedly.

Zhuangzi's eyes turned cold, and he reached out to take out a crystal and pinched it gently.

A sword energy shot out from the crystal, facing the aftermath of Zhao Yong's sword energy.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The sword energy in the crystal collided with Zhao Yong's sword energy, and suddenly merged with each other, gradually offsetting each other, without much shock wave.

"Is this..." said Master Xiang in surprise.

The sword energy in the crystal is exactly the same as that of Zhao Yong? After all, only the sword energy of the same origin can be integrated.

Countless people looked at Zhuangzi.

Zhao Yong on the opposite side also looked at Zhuangzi: "Is that my sword energy?"

"That's right. Just admit your sword energy!" Zhuangzi said coldly.

"Hmm?" Zhao Yong looked at Zhuangzi in confusion.

"My wife, Jin Mu Yuanjun, before her death, she used her moral spirit to condense the moral crystal and sealed the sword of the person who assassinated her. Haha, it's been more than ten years, and I finally found you! Zhao Yong!" Zhuangzi said in a cold tone.

"What?" The countless sword cultivators around him suddenly changed their faces.

Countless sword cultivators came to participate in Zhuangzi's demon-killing conference because of Zhuangzi's prestige. No one was confident. After all, who could prove that Zhao Yong was a lackey in the ancient food tribe? No one could, because there was no evidence.

Because everyone believed in Zhuangzi, they didn't care about any evidence. Now, the evidence has come out.

The death of the Jin Mother Yuanjun is well known to everyone! The Jin Mother Yuanjun forged a moral golden basin and was about to find out the ancient food tribes and their lackeys in the world, but when Zhuangzi left Nanhua Mountain, he was assassinated by a group of men in black.

No one would suspect that the group of men in black were not ancient food tribes or their lackeys. Unfortunately, the group of men was too strong and no one could catch up.

That day, Zhuangzi sang in a bowl and scolded the ancient food clans, and everyone in the world knew it.
To be continued...