At this time, Anyang's bearing was calm and calm, without the demeanor of a rich son in the past, and he seemed to be a qualified chief disciple.
"Today's decisive battle of life and death, my Yuxiao Sect will not retreat, and I swear to live and die together with the sect." Anyang said loudly, with a firm tone.
Lu Yuan raised his voice and said, "I won't retreat in a deadly battle, and I swear to live and die together with the sect."
Behind him, all the disciples stood together, no matter if there was any filth between the same sect, at this moment they were a whole.
"Fight to the death, never retreat, swear to coexist with the sect!" The voice was shocking, and the courage to die without fear of battle also made people's blood boil.
Yang Ming's hands quickly formed seals, and the sword in his hand flew into the air, creating thousands of phantoms.
When his mind moved, all the sword shadows stabbed straight down, and each sword penetrated a demon cultivator.
Si Xin has always stayed within Yang Ming's protection range. Although she also killed a few demon cultivators, Yang Ming has screened them out without any threat.
She bit her lip in fear, why didn't the master come, there are so many demon cultivators here, she and her senior brother can't support for long.
Yun Youfeng cut down a demon cultivator, and laughed loudly: "Happy, really happy."
As Shen Jiuliu fluttered, the sword light was gorgeous and cold, like a meteor passing by, beautiful and bright, cold and swift, each sword light took away several lives.
His whole body is suffocating, and the cold immortal instantly becomes a Senran Shura, making people dare not push people.
Ling Juncong flew out the demon cultivator in front of him with a palm, and the flying demon cultivator collided with several demon cultivators in succession, but all of them were shattered by Ling Juncong's dark energy.
'Snapped! ' A crisp whip sounded, and the demon cultivator beside him was directly swept away.
Ling Jun smiled at Yan Fei from the side, and continued to kill forward.
Layers of black clouds pressed down on the sky, and the rumbling sounded like thunder, and groups of black mist fell from the sky, and each cloud of black mist was wrapped in a thick layer of ice and smashed to the disciples of Yuxiaomen.
The ice cubes became indestructible through the hands of the magic cultivator, and every time they fell, several Yuxiaomen disciples were killed.
The blood stained Yuxiaomen, and the killing sound shook the sky, and the two sides glued together for a while.
Even if Yuxiaomen is not as powerful as the demon cultivator, they are not afraid of life and death, and they dare to take the demon cultivator to be buried with them if they dare to self-destruct.
Limbs collided, inch by inch of blood, all over the mountains and plains were stumps and broken arms.
But even so, none of the Yuxiaomen retreated, and they all clearly remembered the words of the elder brother, that they would not retreat, and would live and die together with the sect.
Anyang and Lu Yuan were back to back, with injuries all over their bodies and blood splattered on their faces.
"Senior brother, it seems that today you and my brother are going to Jiuquan together." Lu Yuan laughed and said boldly. At this time, he was not at all taciturn.
Anyang saved a junior brother easily, pierced the magic cultivator with a sword, and a suave arc was raised at the corner of his mouth, and joked: "Follow the junior brother, you will die together, it seems that I will suffocate on the road to Huangquan."
The black crow standing above the cloud looked at the stupid resistance below, sneered, turned down with a palm, and a huge handprint instantly condensed in mid-air.
The palm of the hand covers the sky, giving everyone a sense of despair rising from the soul. The kind of fear that seems to be like a galaxy hanging upside down and a flood rolling in head-on makes people tremble faintly. , will always appear small.
Just when everyone's mind was in turmoil, there was a 'hum' sound in the whole world, and suddenly the Yuxiao Gate trembled violently within a thousand miles, as if the earth dragon turned over, the continents collided, and the endless violent airflow directly swept up on the ground. , collided with the boulders in the sky.
The rumbling sound continued, and the ground shook and the mountains shook. When everyone looked up again, they all gasped, their faces full of shock and disbelief.
Where is Yuxiaomen in front of you, where you see it is an abyss crater that spans thousands of miles from Yuxiaomen, and the violent magic around it is still raging.
This is the power of magic!
Invincible, can not afford the slightest resistance.
Even Qu Lang, whose face was covered with dust, couldn't help trembling, his eyes rolled and he said to himself, "I knew that the seniors of Wuxinya were very strong, but I didn't expect them to be so strong. It's going to be upside down."
He hugged his head and groaned: "This person is so strong, how powerful is that Lord. Heaven is above, this is really terrifying."
Everyone now has only one emotion in their hearts: ignorance is blessing.
I didn't know that there are still people in this world who can be so strong. They just think they are frogs who sit on the ground and watch the sky, and it's convenient enough to look at the bigger land every day.
Today, he was forced to come out of the well and saw how big the sky was and how thick the earth was.
In an instant, everyone sublimated, and they looked at the magic cultivator above the clouds, as if looking at a god, their eyes fiery.
Such tyrannical strength brings not only despair, but also ambition.
One day in the future, they will be able to reach this level, and the thought will make their blood boil.
When the time returned to the time when the Demon Sect began to attack, Tsinghua was with a group of orthodox sects.
Beside him is the old man with white hair and beard, but he is in good spirits. The old man looked at the opposite side with worry at this moment, his beard cocked up in anger: "This bastard, I told you not to come, but it is against my old man."
He glanced at the demon cultivator on the opposite side with some fear, and muttered: "I just hope this little guy doesn't fold in it."
This is the most promising talent of their Lu family. If it disappears like this, the old man will really vomit blood.
Hearing Old Ancestor Lu's voice, Tsinghua put down his worries, and instead comforted Old Ancestor Lu: "Senior Lu, rest assured, the juniors will protect themselves. We are here to watch and stop losses in time. It was an experience with them at the time.”
Old Ancestor Lu rolled his eyes, and stopped the loss in time as an experience? Today's young people really dare to say.
He pointed to the black cloud not far away and said, "Did you see it, boy, that is a demon cultivator, a demon cultivator who has the power to live well in the upper realm."
Tsinghua nodded, the feeling there gave him was very bad, and his hair stood on end.
In the dark cloud, Jiang Jin sat on the cloud chair, with a chessboard condensed by clouds and mist in front of him.
Opposite him, Bai Song casually glanced at Old Ancestor Lu, dropped the white child with the spiritual energy in his hand, and said with a smile, "Old Man Lu is interesting. Being able to stretch and bend is better than a magic cultivator."
"So he lived a long time." Jiang Jin said lightly.
"It's a pity that the hypocrite isn't here, or else he would have to drop his book bag again in such a situation." Bai Song mentioned that the core was black, but he shamelessly pretended that he was just a scholar who never did anything, and he didn't know who would say anything if he disagreed. The door is coming.
Jiang Jin frowned and said, "The hypocrite only sees the Lord, but we are the ones who fall out of the bag."
Suddenly, he glanced at the impatient black crow above Yuxiaomen, and said playfully, "The black crow is about to shoot."
When Bai Song heard this, the spiritual power in his hands dissipated, he turned his head to look at Hei Crow intently, and then responded, "The hypocrite has been sent by the Honorable Lord to do business, don't worry, we will meet."
Ye Qingfeng: I have always lived in the mouths of others ︿(￣︶￣)︿
(End of this chapter)