Zong Ziheng secretly sighed: "If you are a descendant of the Zong family, I can give it up, but you did not shed the blood of the Zong family, even if I am smashed to pieces, I will still..."
"Who cares about your crumbling throne?" Zong Zixiao sneered, "The daimyo Zong family has only a meager family fortune, and you still want to keep the glory of the past and dream of your emperor's dream?"
"... You are right." Zong Ziheng was sad.
If the Daming Zong family is destined to be ruined by him, how will he face his ancestors after his death
"You have harmed so many people for this dragon chair, I will let you know today how much you have to pay for this dragon chair!" Zong Zixiao rushed towards him.
From the day when the Daming Zongshi unified the world of cultivating immortals and proclaimed himself emperor, for nearly four hundred years, the Zhengji Hall of the Wuji Palace has been the most noble and sacred hall in Kyushu. For the pilgrimage to the hall, only those who are respected are allowed to enter from the main entrance of the hall, which is heavily guarded and solemn.
But now, a life-and-death battle is taking place in the square in front of the Zhengji Hall. The duel between the Human Sovereign and the Demon Sovereign caused the sky and the earth to change color, the sun and the moon lost their brilliance, and the fierce sword energy wrapped in majestic spiritual power swept the entire space, leaving everything in chaos.
Zong Zixiao was right, the enemy had already reached the Zhengji Hall, and pointed his sword at the Emperor Zong. The daimyo Zong family had lost its final dignity, and only a little bit of family wealth and former glory remained.
But Zong Ziheng still couldn't admit defeat. Even if this was the battle he was least willing to fight, and the person he was least willing to fight, he had no choice. He thought that he would die in this battle, at the hands of Zong Zixiao, maybe that would be the best ending for the two of them.
After hundreds of rounds of fierce fighting, both of them were injured. Zong Xuanjian's aggressive swordsmanship was doomed not to last long. Zong Ziheng's spiritual and physical strength were exhausted, and he was already showing signs of decline.
Zong Zixiao cracked the attack with a sword, forced Zong Ziheng to the wall, and said with a sneer, "I want to take back a word, you haven't become weaker, but I have become stronger." Since he possessed the ancient magic weapon, no one can let him He bleeds, and only this person can always hurt him all over his body, from the inside out.
Zongziheng forced Zongzixiao back, his chest heaved violently, blood dripped down his arms and wrists onto the sword, and then flowed along the blade to the edge of the sword, hitting the ground tick-tock-tock.
"The day I escaped from Wuji Palace, you stabbed me with a sword." Zong Zixiao approached step by step, with hatred in his eyes, "Do you think it's in your hand, no, in my heart. For ten years, I have been waiting for today , I want to see you regret it."
Zong Ziheng took a deep breath, and suddenly held the sword in front of his chest with both hands, concentrating his spiritual power on his dantian. He watched Zong Zixiao calmly, and said in a sad voice, "Xiao Jiu, I'm dead, so you can put it down."
The sound of "Xiao Jiu" made Zong Zixiao's liver and gallbladder tear apart, even watching Zong Ziheng sacrifice the eighth heaven of Zong Xuan sword, it was not as shocking as these two words.
The golden core and the sword interacted with each other, the runes on the sword appeared, and the spiritual power surged. Zong Ziheng's black hair fluttered wildly without wind, his clothes fluttered, and the sword body suddenly became white. Zong Ziheng closed his eyes and said silently: , Gui, Zong—”
The eldest son Xiao also rose up.
Two gigantic swords, one black and one white, appeared between the sky and the earth. Their swords faced each other and stabbed straight at each other.
boom-
The earth shakes and the mountains shake!
With the two swords as the center, the ring-shaped sword energy rapidly expanded, and two forces, one black and one white, crazily devoured each other.
Zong Ziheng's eyes were about to burst, he released all his spiritual energy, and a deep growl rolled in his throat.
Zong Zixiao also had a ferocious face, with bulging veins on his forehead, and his spiritual power poured out like a flood.
In the end, there was a loud noise, the sword energy exploded in shock, and the spiritual pressure shot out in all directions like arrows raining, about to destroy everything in front of him.
This is the eighth form of the world's number one swordsmanship. Although he has not cultivated to the ninth form of true Taoism and immortality, it is overwhelming.
Most of the positive pole hall was destroyed by the sword energy.
Zong Ziheng sat slumped on the ground, closed his eyes calmly, and was ready to meet the last moment of his life.
The expected pain of being torn apart by the spiritual pressure did not happen.
Zong Ziheng slowly opened his eyes, and saw a huge black monster standing in front of him, it was clearly a monster.
The monster was torn apart by the sword energy, and finally its soul flew away, turning into a wisp of solitary smoke, which dispersed between the heaven and the earth.
Zong Zixiao walked over slowly, his face was pale, and every step left bloody footprints on the ground. In the end, he squatted in front of Zong Ziheng, mockingly said: "That is a monster that I spent a lot of effort to collect, and it was wasted on you."
Zong Ziheng said weakly: "Kill me."
"Kill you? You will die, but not so easily and with dignity." Zong Zixiao stretched out his hand and pinched the narrowed jaw, "Wouldn't it make you famous to die bravely under the sword of the Demon Lord?" Leave it in the history books? You are too cheap."
"What do you want?" Zong Ziheng asked indifferently.
Zong Zixiao chuckled twice: "Brother, do you still remember what I once said to you?"
"What words."
"I said, one day in the future, I will marry you."
Zong Ziheng was startled, completely unable to recover.
Zong Zixiao's face was approaching, his eyes were burning: "You only think of me as a child with no scruples, right?"
"..." Zong Ziheng suddenly felt startled.
"Listen well." Zong Zixiao's fingertips lightly pressed Zong Ziheng's soft lips, "I want you, I want you to serve me like a woman."
As if being struck by lightning, Zong Ziheng gathered all his strength to ruthlessly push Zong Zixiao away, his face turned pale: "You, you, you are crazy."
"Hahahaha." Zong Zixiao let out a joyful laugh, "Yes, that's right, above the Kyushu, and in the whole world, is there anyone who doesn't know that I, Zong Zixiao, is a madman possessed by demons?"
Zong Ziheng stepped back unconsciously, and said in a trembling voice: "You want to kill or cut..."
"What's the fun in killing you and cutting you up." Zong Zixiao said with a smirk, "I said, I will never let you die easily and decently. I will repay all the pain and humiliation I have suffered!" After stroking tenderly and affectionately, he suddenly grabbed Zong Ziheng's neck severely, and lifted him up from the ground.
At this moment, Zong Ziheng felt how tall and strong the younger brother he brought up by himself was now. He was strangled by the neck, and his feet were raised in the air. He already had the will to die, but the pain of suffocation caused his body to struggle instinctively.
"You will always remember this day, big brother." That big brother was ambiguous and sinister.
Zongzi Heng was thrown into the Zhengji Hall. The already injured body was thrown on the cold and hard ground, surrounded by ruins, pain and despair invaded at the same time, he looked at Zong Zixiao who was approaching step by step, but still couldn't believe what he heard.
Whether he believed it or not, he knew that Zong Zixiao would do everything possible to torture him. He had given up all his thoughts, and gathered the last trace of spiritual power on his fingertips, attacking his heart.
Zong Zixiao kicked his hand away, and said in a cold voice: "You want to break your heart? If you dare to die, I will slaughter the Wuji Palace, the Daming City, the Pure Yang Sect and the Cangyu Gate. Let everyone you care about be buried with you."
"Zong, Zi, Xiao." Zong Ziheng stared at him with blood-red eyes, "How many innocent people do you have to implicate in the grievances between you and me!"
"I used to be an innocent person, who ever let me go?" Zong Zixiao grabbed Zong Ziheng from the ground again, stepped across the dilapidated Zhengji Hall, and walked to the intact dragon chair.
He threw his eldest son Heng on the dragon chair, and showed a chilling smile: "Brother, look, this is what you have worked so hard to get by killing your father and younger brother. It must be your favorite in this life." something."
Zong Ziheng held Ruantai tightly.
Zong Zixiao bullied himself and approached, staring at Zong Ziheng with piercing eyes, and then smiled with his lips curled up: "I want to fuck you here."