In the Purple Sword Gate Hall, an old man in gray clothes who was about 70 years old was holding a purple long sword in his hand and was walking back and forth. His face was anxious and helpless, which made people know at a glance. , Is Murong Zijian, the current sect master of Zijianmen.
Beside Murong Zijian, there are more than a dozen elders who are a few years younger than Murong Zijian. They are all the younger brothers of Murong Zijian, and they are also the great guardians and elders of Zijian Sect, but these are originally in the sect. The prestigious elders in the elders have a trace of sadness on their faces. They all know that once the battle is broken, under the erosion of the pervasive destructive power of the spirit of destruction, the nearly 100,000 disciples in the door will not be able to Avoid, this battle is destined to end up either dying or fleeing under the siege of countless ruined puppets. However, the Purple Sword Gate contains the painstaking efforts of countless ancestors. How can they be willing to do this
"How long can the guarding formation support?" Murong Zijian asked.
"At most two hours!" an old man replied quietly.
"Two hours, damn it! Did you send someone to contact the Luoyejian faction?" Murong Zijian looked forward to it.
"Contacted! It may take them four hours to arrive."
"Four hours! It's over! Is the Zijian Gate going to be destroyed in my hands today?" Murong Zijian was desperate.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
There was a trace of determination on Murong Zijian’s face. He looked at the dozen or so juniors who had worked hard for Zijianmen with him for decades, and said: "Dear juniors, you can bear to watch the legacy left by the ancestors be destroyed by us. In your hands?"
"Brother! Please tell me, brother!" everyone said in unison.
"The people of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect arrived in four hours, so we would be saved, but now, we have to survive for four hours. Now 50,000 destroyers are constantly attacking the mountain protection formation, and the mountain protection formation simply can't support it. For a long time. Now, I would like to ask all the juniors to join me in the battle to destroy the puppets and buy time for the Zijian Gate." Murong Zijian said in a low voice, he knew very well what it meant for them to go out, destroy the puppets. , Because they are eroded by the power of destruction and become very bloodthirsty. Once everyone appears outside, the spirits of destruction are bound to attack them frantically. Under the siege of fifty thousand destruction puppets, even if the strength of those destroying puppets is not as good as theirs, but If there are too many ants, they can kill the elephant. They want to survive until the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect arrives, and hope is slim, but he must do this. Only in this way can he leave a ray of life for the Zijianmen.
More than a dozen elders heard Murong Zijian's words and felt his incomparably tragic emotions. Suddenly a thought came up in their hearts for the sake of the sect, even if they were dead, they said loudly: "Yes!"
Looking at the more than a dozen juniors with a mortal heart, Murong Zijian smiled. With such a group of courageous and life-and-death juniors, Murong Zijian's life is worth it! Thinking of this, he shouted with pride: "Let's go!"
"Go!" More than a dozen elders followed Murong Zijian excitedly!
"Father! Master uncles! Let the children fight for you with those destroying puppets!"
At this moment, Murong Zijian’s son, Murong Xiaofeng, stood in front of everyone. Behind him, followed by more than 30 Zijianmen disciples with a strength of six stars. Following Murong Xiaofeng’s words, more than 30 The disciples also said in unison: "Please Master, Master Uncle allows me to wait for you to replace you and fight the destruction of puppets."
"Naughty!" Looking at the group of young people who took the initiative to fight in front of him, Murong Zijian shouted angrily, "You go out, can you withstand the invasion of the power of destruction, I am afraid that once you go out, you will turn back because of the invasion of the power of destruction. Facing each other, help the Destroying Spirit to attack the Great Array!"
Murong Xiaofeng couldn't help but froze. He heard that his father was going out to attract the attention of the ruined puppet, so he stood up on impulsiveness and wanted to replace his father in the battle, without considering this at all.
And the 30 or so excited young people were also stunned.
Murong Zijian looked at the stunned young people, sighed, his tone slowed, and said gently: "I understand what you think, but you must remember that now is the life and death of our Zijianmen, either Impulsive decisions will bring me into a situation where the Zijianmen will never recover. You are the new force of the Zijianmen and the hope of the Zijianmen. As long as you are still there, there is hope for the Zijianmen, and our sacrifice is I want to change your chance to live."
"Father! Master!" Murong Xiaofeng and the young people shouted.
"Be obedient! Stay in the formation and wait for the arrival of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect!" Murong Zijian looked at his son and disciple reluctantly, his eyes were red, he took a deep breath, and looked back at his Shiduo. Famous junior, "Let's go!"
"Father!" Murong Xiaofeng looked at the back of his father walking away from the formation, and for the first time felt that he seemed to have missed something. If he had the strength of Ruo Shui, how could the Spirit of Destruction threaten Zi Jianmen? , His father and uncle, why do they need to use their lives to replace the survival of Zijianmen for a little bit of life? At this moment, Murong Xiaofeng, the next sect master of the Zijian Gate, and the future Murong Zijian, truly grew up.
"Master, Master!" A group of young disciples shed tears. The sacrifices of the predecessors finally awakened these young people who were not ignorant, the new generation of strong men in Zhanwu Continent, under the blow of blood and tears. , Has grown up.
Murong Zijian turned his head and looked at everything familiar in Zijian Gate. He gritted his teeth and rushed out of the mountain protection formation. Dozens of elders followed Murong Zijian and rushed out of the mountain protection formation.
At this moment, the reinforcements of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, under the leadership of Feng Xuerou and others, rushed towards the Zijian Gate at an incomparably astonishing speed.
"Damn it! The mountain guards of Zijianmen won't be able to support it for long, brother, let's rush over first!" Ruoshui shouted loudly.
"Good!" Chilong said loudly.
Time is running out, Ruo Shui and the Five Saints can no longer take care of the others, and they rushed past the main force of the Fallen Sword Sect and rushed towards the Zijian Gate.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry up!" Ruo Shui kept shouting, raising his speed to the extreme again and again, showing signs of throwing away the Five Saints.
"Support you, you must support you!" At this moment, the Five Saints didn't have the heart to applaud Ruoshui's speed. They also each took out their own speed, just to arrive before the Zijianmen formation broke. They know very well that there are tens of thousands of disciples in Zijianmen, even if only half of the disciples become destruction puppets, it will be a big trouble, and the spirit of destruction that has greatly increased in strength will definitely be even more crazy.