"But the enemy is in front of you, how can you fight in internal conflict?"

"There are revenge and resentment, and I will avenge you later!"

"Hear?"

The sword saint was full of anger and directly issued an order to Zhang Jiuling.

The Sword Saint thought that he would hear Zhang Jiuling's panic explanation next.

However, to the surprise of the Sword Saint, Zhang Jiuling did not show any fear in the face of his reprimand.

Instead, he said in an extremely solemn tone: "Are you the Lord of the Martial God Temple Sword Saint?"

"I answered your call tonight, just to notify you."

"Start immediately, my Jiangbei Martial Arts will be officially incorporated into Jiangdong Martial Arts. I will no longer respect the Martial God Temple as the main body, nor will I be ordered by the Martial God Temple!"

"I hope I know."

Zhang Jiuling's majestic and serious voice sounded quietly.

The sound was not loud, but it exploded like thunder when it fell into the sword saint's ears.

"Zhang Jiuling, do you... know what you are talking about?"

"Do you dare to be responsible for what you said just now?"

The sword saint's trembling voice was full of anger.

Perhaps because of his emotions being too excited, the Sword Saint's always majestic and steady face became more and more majestic at this moment.

If it weren't for thousands of miles apart, the Sword Saint would have pierced Zhang Jiuling's heart with one sword.

"Hahaha..."

"Responsible?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Jiuling suddenly burst into laughter.

“Who is responsible for?”

"Responsible for you Sword Saint? Or for your Martial Temple?"

"You can even betray your compatriots, you can't even shelter the Chinese. Why should I be responsible for you?"

"Master of the Sword Saint Temple, we Yanxia have an old saying."

"Those who have attained enlightenment will have many helps, and those who have lost their enlightenment will have fewer people."

"At that time, Wushuang's title was named Chu Tianfan and was surrounded and killed by the Chumen outside the country. As the leader of Yanxia martial arts and the master of the Martial God Temple, you are indifferent and sit down and watch me as the first day of Yanxia before being forced to commit suicide!"

"From that moment, I knew that you, Sword Saint and King of Fighters, would lose all your heart!"

"The Temple of the God of War is destined to be destroyed by you and others!"

Zhang Jiuling was both stern, and his cold laughter was filled with satirization and disappointment towards the Temple of the Martial God.

He once respected the Temple of Martial God and regarded the Sword Saint and others as their idols and beliefs.

But since the Battle of the East China Sea and the Temple of War was sitting on the verge of suicide by compatriots in its own country, Zhang Jiuling's heart completely bleeded.

I just feel that faith collapses!

If a country's highest martial arts institution cannot protect the people of this country.

So, what's the difference between respecting it and respecting it?

Therefore, after the Chumen army was approaching the Yanxia and the Yanshan Martial God Temple called on warriors across the country to guard the Martial God Temple to the death, Zhang Jiuling discussed with Lu Ziming and decided to lead the Jiangbei warriors to Jiangdong.

Together with Jiangdong warriors, he guarded Ye Fan's hometown and the last pure land of Yanxia martial arts.

As for the Temple of War God, Zhang Jiuling and the others had already seen that the situation was hopeless.

Destruction is inevitable.

After all, even the God of War Ye Qingtian withdrew from the Temple of War.

In Yanshan, only the titles of King of Fighters, Sword Saint, and Master Haotian, it is impossible to resist the steel torrent of Truman.

Therefore, if you go to Yanshan to defend, you will definitely die.

The last hope of Yanxia martial arts is in Jiangdong.

The Yanxia warrior’s last way to live is also in Jiangdong!

"You are presumptuous!"

"How dare you speak to me like this?"

"You are treason, you are the sinner of the country, and you, Zhang Jiuling, will always nail to the pillar of shame in history." The Sword Saint scolded angrily.

"Enough!"

"Sword Saint, now, do you think that your Martial God Temple can represent the country, Yanxia, ​​and billions of subjects?"

"If I say betrayal, I will only betray you, Sword Saint, and only the Temple of the Martial God."

"Are you worthy of saying I betray the country?"

"If you talk about the sinners of the country, you and the King of Fighters are."

"If you hadn't saved me when I saw you, why would I have fallen to this point in Yanxia Martial Arts?"

Zhang Jiuling poured out all the anger that had been hidden in his heart for a long time at this moment.

A few words were so powerful that they were like a sound of metal and stone.
Chapter completed!