The person who made the shot was tall and tall, with a hat on his head and a hideous scar at the corner of his eye.
"Senior Brother Yuan Hu, the strength of the inner sect ranks second, the peak of the second and third heavens of martial arts!"
Seeing Yuan Hu appear, many inner disciples looked excited.
"court death!"
An angry look appeared in the eyes of a certain Yunxiao Sect inner elite.
These disciples of Yunxiao Sect can't compare with them in terms of martial arts, but relying on the most precious magic weapon of Xuanling Sect, they have enhanced their own strength.
"Pretty clock!"
The Yunxiao Sect disciple threw a small copper-colored bell into the void.
However, after Xiao Zhong flew into the void, he felt the wind grow longer, but after only two breaths, it was already incomparably huge, making a deafening bell sound, and went towards Yuan Hu and others to suppress it.
This giant clock is also a magic weapon.
Before the giant bell could suppress it, another huge green seal appeared in the void.
"boom"!
With a loud bang, it exploded in the sky, and Qing Yin went towards the giant clock, and finally the two collided fiercely.
Taking advantage of this moment, Yuan Hu and the others retreated immediately, avoiding a catastrophe.
Seeing the disciple of Xuanling Sect escaped from trouble, the green seal was held in the palm of a young man.
"Mo Changkong... Brother Mo!"
I saw that young man with a handsome face and a detached temperament, and his clothes were not the clothes of Xuanling Sect disciples.
The moment they saw the young man, many inner sect disciples of the Xuanling Sect couldn't help showing a touch of joy on their faces, and they moved closer to this place.
"Disciple Mo Changkong, pay homage to the suzerain!"
The young man held a green seal and bowed to the suzerain on the high platform.
"good!"
Sect Master Xuanling nodded and looked at the person in front of him with a smile in his eyes.
Mo Changkong, the son of Elder Mo, was the previous chief disciple of the Xuanling Sect. He had been away from the sect for many years with extraordinary strength. Now that the sect was in trouble, he returned to the sect again, wanting to live and die with the Xuanling Sect.
Seeing Mo Changkong, Elder Mo was very pleased. Mo Changkong was not only his son, but also one of his most proud disciples just like Ye Qingtang.
Mo Changkong glanced at the inner sect disciple of the Xuanling Sect next to him, and immediately waved his hand, "Kill!"
Immediately, dozens of Xuanling Sect disciples rushed forward at the same time.
...
At this moment, the outer disciples left behind by Yun Shu, Lin Long, and Gu Yanqiu did not participate in the battle, but helped the wounded disciples of the Xuanling Sect on the battlefield.
"Wow"!
A disciple of the Xuanling Sect lay in front of Yun Shu, spurting a large amount of blood from his mouth.
"Sorry..." Yun Shu gritted her teeth, looking at the blood on her hands, felt so powerless for the first time.
"Live... live... go on..."
The inner sect disciple of the Xuanling Sect grabbed Yun Shu and Lin Long's palms tightly, and seemed to have exhausted all his strength before uttering these words.
As soon as he finished speaking, his arms fell down weakly, and he seemed to have unwilling eyes, but they did not close them.
Looking at the corpses of dozens of inner disciples around, Lin Long's mind kept recalling the happy event of the inner and outer disciples gathering together last night.
But at this time, the monstrous sound of war drums in her ears pulled her back to this cruel reality.
Although there are many Xuanlingzong disciples, not everyone has a magic weapon.
The magical weapons in the Zhenbao Pavilion are limited, and those disciples who are weaker have no complaints. The magical weapons are given to those disciples who are stronger. Only those who are strong enough can use the magical weapons. Make the most of it.
Although the Xuanling Sect lost a lot of disciples, the Yunxiao Sect was not much better. There were more than a hundred inner sect elites, but now they have lost more than ten people.