Chapter 4673: Cleaning up the Mess

"Meet the sect master."

The disciples of the Confucian and Legalist Sect who had been waiting in the square immediately saluted neatly when they saw Zhang Yanting walking out of the Confucian and Legalist Hall.

"In special times, no need to be polite."

Zhang Yanting said loudly, then looked up at the battleship in the sky, a complex look flashed in his eyes.

Some of these warships were purchased and built under his personal supervision when he was at Haoqi Jiange.

Times have changed, and now these warships are coming to attack his Confucian and Legalist sect.

"Xiu Moyuan, no matter what helper you find, you underestimate me, my uncle."

Zhang Yanting muttered, determined to use his mysterious treasure. At this moment, he had no scruples, soared into the sky and shouted: "Everyone in the Confucian and Legalist Sect, listen to the order and prepare for war!"

"yes."

The people of the Confucianism and Fa Sect responded in unison, and the sound of clanging swords rang out. Everyone could see their weapons clenched in their hands, their swords glowing with cold light.

Because the Confucianism and Fa Sect originated from the Haoqi Sword Pavilion, most of them practiced sword techniques, so they all used swords.

Of course, there are cultivators who use other weapons, but they are so few that they can almost be ignored.

At this time, everyone raised their swords, pointed them into the sky, and let out bursts of shouts. The turbulent momentum was no weaker than the battleships filling the sky.

Then, under the command of Zhao Chang, the Confucian and Fa Sect people were divided into different square formations, exactly one hundred square formations, corresponding to the one hundred battleships in the air.

In each square formation, the distribution of combat power is very balanced.

The cultivators above the seventh level of One Star are located in the middle of the sky, gathered together, and serve as the core combat force to lead the overall situation.

Obviously, the Confucian and Legalist Sect had already conducted drills for foreign invasion.

After the Rufa Sect lined up, there was no movement from the battleships of Haoqi Jiange, except for dozens of cultivators flying out of one of the largest battleships.

These people are all senior members of Haoqi Sword Pavilion, headed by Xiu Moyuan.

Everyone stopped under the battleship and looked down. When they saw the array of Confucianism and Fasects, Xiu Moyuan's eyes flashed and he muttered: "It seems that this battle will be more difficult than imagined."

Shang Zhou looked excited: "I have been waiting for this day for a long time. No matter how difficult it is, I will try my best."

"Try to fight quickly, or decide the outcome in one battle."

Chen Yang did not want a large-scale battle. If he did, not only would there be heavy casualties, but it would also cause damage to the entire star, and the resources saved by the Confucianism and Fa Sect would also be wasted.

"Xiu Moyuan, why don't you bow quickly when you see your uncle?"

Zhang Yanting led the crowd to stand in the air, looked at Xiu Moyuan above, and shouted sternly.

As for Chen Yang who was in the crowd, he didn't see it at the moment.

After all, in his eyes, except for Xiu Moyuan, the others in Haoqi Sword Pavilion were not worth mentioning at all.

When Xiu Moyuan faced Zhang Yanting, he felt an inexplicable awe in his heart.

After all, when he became a disciple of Xu Die, Zhang Yanting was still in Haoqi Jiange. He was his uncle and his strength was unparalleled and he could not compete with him.

Over the years, he has been trying to get Zhang Yanting to hand over the complete "Hao Qi Sword Technique".

However, he does not have that strength.

Now, he finally had a head-on confrontation with Zhang Yanting. At this moment, his blood was swelling and his mind was excited.

He took a deep breath, put away his awe for Zhang Yanting, his eyes were firm, and a look of disdain appeared on his face, and he said in a deep voice: "Zhang Yanting, you betrayed the Haoqi Sword Pavilion and stole the "Haoqi Sword Technique" passed down by the ancestor. You traitor, you still dare to call yourself my uncle. Today, I am here to clean up the door!"

Xiu Moyuan buried these words in his heart for many years.

When he said it at this moment, he felt very happy, and a cheerful smile inadvertently appeared on his face.

Everyone knows about Zhang Yanting's betrayal of Haoqi Jiange.

However, there has never been anyone who dared to make this public.

What Xiu Moyuan said at this moment made Zhang Yanting's entire face turn livid, his eyes became gloomy, and a billowing killing intent was released from his body.

"hehe."

Zhang Yanting smiled and shook his head. He suddenly relaxed and didn't care at all about Xiu Moyuan's accusation.

He said to Xiu Moyuan: "My master left behind that bronze sword back then. You can't repair it yourself and you can't practice the "Hao Qi Sword Technique". Can you blame me for this?"

"Yes, I don't blame you."

Xiu Moyuan said coldly: "However, the complete "Haoqi Sword Technique" was brought to Confucianism and Fa Sect by you. What does this mean? Also, as a disciple of the founder of the Jiange sect, you did not help Jiange, but plundered it. Jiange’s resources, is this what you should do?”

"Since I established the Confucian and Legalist Sect, of course everything should be focused on the Confucian and Legalist Sect. Your inability to carry forward the Haoqi Sword Pavilion is your own problem."

Zhang Yanting snorted coldly, was too lazy to waste any more words, and said to Xiu Moyuan: "Now, you have come to attack my uncle. You are so rebellious. I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Junior Sister Xu Die."

"Kill them."

"Kill all the people in Haoqi Sword Pavilion."

"Sect Master, why bother talking to them? Just kill them all. They are no match."

The disciples of the Confucian and Legalist Sect were impatient and shouted one after another.

Seeing this battle, Xiu Moyuan's eyes narrowed and he gave orders to the people behind him. Then he saw a large number of Haoqi sword pavilion disciples flying out of a hundred battleships in the sky, densely blocking the air, holding sharp swords and fighting. Intention surges.

And the 100 warships also fired their cannons below, aiming at the Confucianism and Law Sect below, ready to release the energy cannons condensed by the formation at any time.

Perhaps the power of this cannon could not shake high-level cultivators such as Zhang Yanting, but the black muzzle of the cannon showed the determination of the Haoqi Sword Pavilion to go to war.

"Zhang Yanting, do you think that we will come to settle accounts with you without any preparation?"

Xiu Moyuan took out his sword, stared at Zhang Yanting with a fierce fighting spirit, and said coldly: "This time, you, the evildoer who betrayed your master and ancestors, the Haoqi Sword Pavilion will definitely let you be punished."

"Zhang Yanting is punished!"

"Zhang Yanting is punished!"

For a while, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion shouted in unison, and the uniform voice was stronger than the momentum of the Confucianism and Law Sect.

Moreover, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion have been accumulating strength for many years, and now they are in full swing. The aura of moving forward is definitely not comparable to that of the Confucianism and Law Sect.

Zhang Yanting glanced at the crowd in the sky, his eyes flickered, and his whole body was filled with unconquerable arrogance. He said to Xiu Moyuan in a cold voice: "I know, it's my third junior brother Qin Guan who is here. Although I don't know how he came back to life, I still want to meet him and let him know that he still can't defeat my senior brother, Zhang Yanting."

"Uncle Qin Guan?"

Hearing Zhang Yanting's words, Xiu Moyuan looked suspicious and said: "Zhang Yanting, you seem to have made a mistake. There is no Uncle Qin Guan here."