"Senior brothers, although those destroying puppets are innocent, but this is the safety of our Zijianmen, we can no longer keep our hands!" Murong Zijian and more than a dozen elders rushed out of the mountain protection formation, countless destroying puppets It was as if I had been hungry for a few days and suddenly saw a beast with delicious food. I gave up attacking the mountain guard and roared, rushing towards the crowd, facing these destruction puppets who lost consciousness because of the power of destruction. Although Murong Zijian was very unbearable, he still gritted his teeth and gave the order to kill for the survival of the sect. He knew very well that if the heart was soft at this time, the 100,000 disciples of Zijianmen might be like these puppets. Become a tool of killing.
"Kill!" More than a dozen long swords, flashing with cold light, slashed towards the countless destruction puppets who rushed over. With each sword, one of the destruction puppets must fall down, and blood will continue from the destruction of the puppet's body. The middle sprayed out, and the whole space instantly filled with a nauseating smell of blood.
The destruction puppets who had lost their self-consciousness, in the thick bloody smell, instead of fearing, they rushed over with more excitement, shouting at the dozen or so people.
The sword came out, the blood was spilled, and the puppet fell.
Under the siege of the invisible destruction puppet, Murong Zijian and the others did not dare to be careless. Everyone used their full strength and danced the long sword in their hands impermeably, forming around them. A light group formed by sword awns with a diameter of about ten meters was formed. More than a dozen light groups shuttled among the endless destruction of puppets, constantly bringing a shower of blood.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Everyone was yelling frantically, and the long sword in his hand continued to stab, chop, pick, and chop, reaping the lives of every ruined puppet.
Countless destruction puppets have fallen, but with each destruction puppet falling, more puppets will rush up, no matter how many people kill them, they are still surrounded by the dense group of destruction puppets. , With the passage of time, under the siege of countless ruined puppets, the light group formed by more than a dozen long swords is getting smaller and smaller.
"Ah! Kill!" Under the endless puppet's attack, he finally broke through the defense of an old man. The weapon in his hand hit the old man hard, and the old man let out a roar, waved his long sword and rushed in desperately. In the group of puppets, the long sword in his hand is desperately harvesting the lives that destroy the puppets. For those puppets that fall on Yi, he no longer dodges, letting the attacks fall on him, he knows him well now. The madness has been exhausted, and there is no way to block the attack of those puppets. With the idea of killing one more, he tried his best to kill those puppets.
"Brother!" "Brother!" shouted Murong Zijian and the others who were fighting. The old man had fallen under the attack of many puppets. He was covered in blood and took a nostalgic look at the guard who was still shining with light. The Mountain Great Formation looked at the other people who were still fighting. His lips moved, as if Ke wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. Under the attack of several puppets, he became flesh and blood and lost his breath.
The death of the old man further aroused the anger of Murong Zijian and others. They shouted one by one, and the long sword in their hands slashed at the ruined puppet that was still approaching again and again.
No matter how strong the combat power of a dozen people is, it cannot be compared with the more than 50,000 destruction puppets. After the tragic death of that old man, immediately after that, another old man was fighting hard and preparing to perform destruction and erosion.
Several destroyed puppets fell down afterwards.
Murong Zijian watched the juniors fall down one by one, his eyes were red, and he constantly waved his long sword to kill the puppets, and cried out in his heart: "Hold on, hold on!"
"Do you want to stop me from breaking the big formation with just a dozen people? It would be too small to look down on me for destruction." The Destruction Spirit stood at a distance, looking at the Purple Sword Gate, which was fighting fiercely with fifty thousand destruction puppets. Everyone, with a bloodthirsty smile on their faces, said to the four spirit generals who stood respectfully behind them, "Prepare to perform destruction and erosion!"
"Yes!" The four great spirits will answer respectfully. Then, they saw the four people slowly raising their hands, and a destructive force that made the heavens and the earth discolored emanated from their bodies, gathered together, more and more The thicker.
On the battlefield, more than a dozen elders had all passed away under the siege of many puppets. The sword light continuously wielded by Murong Zijian had begun to mess up, and it was obvious that it was time for the lamp to dry out.
"Ah!" Murong Zijian yelled, and swung his sword to cut off a destruction puppet that leaped at him, "I can't support it! The true energy has been exhausted, so let me do one last thing for Zijianmen. Bar!"
Immediately afterwards, Murong Zijian's body made a crisp sound, and his pale face suddenly became rosy, and an incredible energy radiated from Murong Zijian's body, attacking the masses in all directions. His destruction puppet, immediately afterwards, heard a loud noise, Murong Zijian’s body shattered in the loud noise, and with powerful energy, it rushed towards the nearby destruction puppet. Several puppets were powerful here. Under the impact of the energy, it instantly turned into fragments.
Murong Zijian blew himself up. For the continuation of the Purple Sword Gate, he and his juniors used their lives to buy a little time for the Purple Sword Gate, so that the mountain guards could block the attack of the destroying army before the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect arrived.
At the moment Murong Zijian blew himself up, he smiled. The smile was so sad, but it was extremely gratifying, because at the moment he just blew himself up, he saw a sword light. The reinforcements of the Fallen Leaf Sword faction arrived, and Zijianmen was saved. This was the only thought that flashed through Murong Zijian's body at the moment his body turned into fragments.
Yes, Ruoshui arrived. When he learned that Zijianmen was attacked, Ruoshui quickly arranged rescuers from the Fallen Sword Sect and rushed to Zijianmen. In order to resolve the crisis at Zijianmen as soon as possible, he and The Five Sages rushed to the Zijianmen with all their strength, and finally, before the Zijianmen formation was broken, they rushed to the Zijianmen.
If the water was tens of kilometers away from the Zijian Gate, he could already smell the bloody smell in the air and the destructive power that made people feel very uncomfortable. The Five Sages, who could not keep up with his speed, were far behind.
When Ruo Shui arrived at the Zijian Gate, it happened that Murong Zijian's qi was exhausted, and when it started to explode, Ruo Shui had only time to perform a wind and leaves fall, and he heard a huge sound, Murong Zijian turned into fragments.