Zhang Jiuling said this too ruthlessly.

It was like a huge hammer that hit the sword saint hard.

The Sword Saint was completely stunned.

"What did you say to me?"

"You said I...I am a sinner of the country?"

The Sword Saint never thought that one day, he would be called a sinner of the country and the nation.

His whole life was in the Temple of War.

He devoted all his time to the mission of restoring Yanxia martial arts.

He devoted himself to his entire life and died.

He is willing to give everything he has for this country.

But in the end, he became a loser and a sinner of the country.

If this is true, then what is his efforts in the first half of his life?

A great feeling of irony and sadness suddenly surged into my heart.

He shook his body and almost spread it on the ground.

However, Zhang Jiuling on the other end of the phone had already hung up.

He ordered Jiangbei martial arts to cut off all contact with the Temple of War and ordered that all orders of the Temple of War were refused.

"Everyone, follow me to the east and meet with Jiangdong Wudao on the top of Yunding Mountain!"

The long night, the cool night breeze.

Zhang Jiuling's low voice echoed here for a long time.

However, when the warriors in Jiangbei heard these words, they were still very trembling in their hearts.

"Elder Zhang...I...we really don't care about the Temple of War?"

"The Temple of Martial God is a symbol of our Yanxia martial arts."

"As soon as the Temple of Martial God is destroyed, will my Yanxia martial arts foundation not exist?"

"When Zhu Guo dies, who else can support my Yanxia martial arts?"

"My Yanxia martial arts will be completely hopeless by then!"

Among the crowd, many people who were eager to serve the country with their hearts could not help but ask sadly.

Zhang Jiuling did not rush to answer, but looked up and crossed the rushing Yellow River in front of him, looking at the Jiangdong area that was so close to him.

"Who said the foundation is not there?"

"Who said hope does not exist?"

"Who said that if the Martial God Temple collapsed, my Yanxia Martial Arts will collapse?"

"As long as we can hold on, that person will come."

"The flames of my Yanxia martial arts will not be extinguished!"

"Please believe my judgment. What can determine the life and death of my Yanxia martial arts is not in Yanshan, nor in the Martial God Temple."

"But it is in Jiangdong, at the foot of Yunding Mountain!"

Zhang Jiuling clenched his palms and his eyes were burning.

The powerful and powerful voice echoed thousands of miles across.

In this way, under the leadership of Zhang Jiuling and Lu Ziming, the warriors in Jiangdong crossed the Yellow River in a mighty manner.

Go straight into the land of Jiangdong!

At the same time, on the coast of the East China Sea, the three giants of Truman gathered here on a luxurious and huge cruise ship.

The leader is Chu Yuan, the old leader of Chumen Mountain.

The ones who separate Chu Yuan were the current leader of the Chu family, Tang Yun, and Chu Tianqi, the current leader of the Chu family.

"Yun'er, Tianqi, you two, look out."

"Look at this sea!"

"I was so angry that I was a truant."

"In the end, I'm here to cut myself off from the world."

"History and facts have proved countless times that our great Truman is invincible."

"Hahaha..."

It's been nearly three years.

Return to this sea area again.

Chu Yuan's face was full of spirit.

It is like a monarch who ruled the world, as if the world was trampled by him.

He raised his eyes and looked at the mainland of China not far away.

"Tianqi, our ancestors of the Chu family made their fortunes in Yanxia Shenzhou!"

"This land is the place where dragons come to life for our ancestors."

"We should surrender to our Truman!"

"For hundreds of years, we Truman, are back here again."

"This time, no one will stop me anymore!"

Chu Yuan was full of heroic spirit and full of energy.

It seems that seizing Yanxia martial arts is just like taking a sack.

Facing what Chu Yuan said, Chu Qitian smiled proudly.

"Grandpa, order."

"As long as you give your order, your grandson can step onto the Temple of the God of Martial God when the Buddha is dawn."

"Before tomorrow night, the head of the Yanxia Pillar Kingdom will be presented!"

Chu Qitian stood proudly, with a high fighting spirit in his eyes.

He had decided to destroy Yanshan first and then sweep Jiangdong.

He wanted to burn the man's hometown.

"Chu Tianfan!"

"You won't know that in the third year after your death, your homeland, hometown, and old friends will all be trampled under my feet!"

The cold wind blew up Chu Qitian's clothes and made a sound.

When the fighting spirit of the grandfather and grandson was surging in the eyes of the grandfather and grandson, Tang Yun next to her was particularly calm.

She turned her head and looked down at the vast sea surface like an abyss under the ship.

For some reason, a strange emotion emerged deep in Tang Yun's heart.

It's like, someone important has appeared here.

But who is that person?

She couldn't remember it.

She should remember it.

Why can’t you remember someone who is so important to you?

Tang Yun's expression gradually appeared a little strange.

"Well, what's wrong with you?" Chu Yuan looked at his proud disciple and asked with a frown.

Tang Yun shook her head: "Teacher, I'm fine. I just had a headache."

When Chu Yuan heard this, his brows undoubtedly frowned deeper.

"Teacher, just take a break and it won't affect the subsequent battle." Tang Yun said again.

But Chu Yuan waved his hand: "Let's do this, you don't have to participate in the next battle of Yanshan."

"You lead the two elders of Xuanming to go to Kunlun Mountain in Yanxia and help me find something."

"It has been recorded in the ancient books of the Truman family that there were ancient strong men in Yanxia who were buried in Kunlun and buried with Yanhuang."

"Find it and bring it back."

Tang Yun was stunned.

Chu Tianqi was also puzzled: "Grandpa, I'm just looking for something, just let the two elders of Xuanming go?"
To be continued...