The old swordsman was a little broken.
Next time, and next time, and next time, and next time... How many years have passed, and I just want to show my name and show my face, why is it harder than being a swordsman!
No one knows what he thinks.
Of course... at a time when life is at stake, even if you know about it, you don't really care.
now.
Everyone's attention is on Pei Lun.
"What do you want to say?"
Yuan Zhengyang looked at him with a serious expression. ??
strictly speaking.
Pei Lun, the sword holder, is the person with the highest cultivation level and the strongest strength in the Xuantian Sword Sect and even in the Xuantian Region. No one can ignore his opinions.
"I would like to ask the sect leader a few questions."
Pei Lun squinted his eyes and seemed to be speaking slowly, but he spoke very fast: "Is the sect master afraid of death?"
Yuan Zhengyang frowned.
The rest of the people were also confused.
Everyone in the Xuantian Sword Sect knows that Yuan Zhengyang is a man of iron bones and a resolute character. He once challenged the authority of the Lord of Sword City in Zhenjian City with a half-disabled body.
Maybe afraid of death?
"The sect master is not afraid of death."
Pei Lun himself gave the answer. He turned his eyes, swept over everyone, and said quietly: "But... the sect master is not afraid that the Xuantian Sword Sect will be destroyed and perished in your hands?"
One word!
Right at the heart of Yuan Zhengyang!
He is not afraid of heaven or earth, let alone immortality. Even if someone stronger comes, he will still dare to fight and draw a sword!
Can……
He is only afraid of one thing!
He was afraid that he would not be able to be the leader of the sect, that the Xuantian Sword Sect would not fall into his hands, that he would be sorry for Yun Jiansheng's cultivation, that he would be sorry for Gu Han's trust, and that he would be sorry for Chongming's entrustment!
His gaze slowly swept over.
What caught his eyes were the three thousand sword cultivators who had been familiar with him since Sword Town, and the younger disciples who had just started in the past thousand years. They all had bright eyes and were fearless!
He believes.
As long as he gives an order, these people will stick to him to the end and not retreat even a step!
only……
If they all die in battle, the Xuantian Sword Sect will
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Only Tangtang is left, and she is afraid that she will have to experience the tragedy of Yun Jiansheng's era again.
not to mention.
He also pulled so many people together to fulfill the great cause in his heart.
"You mean, escape?"
Speak slowly.
There was suddenly a hint of desolation in the voice.
"The sect master is not pedantic."
Pei Lun smiled and praised: "If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. That's the reason."
"Let's talk about it!"
The fat man couldn't help but interjected: "This suggestion of squinting your eyes won my heart..."
The words are not finished yet.
Suddenly, Yan Shu pinched her hard.
"understood."
Yuan Zhengyang sighed quietly, and then said: "As the leader of the sect, I should stay, and the others will withdraw immediately..."
"Sect Master, you are wrong."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Pei Lun again.
"What I mean is to evacuate them all."
"all?"
Yuan Zhengyang was startled, then shook his head and said: "No, if no one is guarding the Xuantian Sword Sect, even if it barely survives for a while, people will laugh it off..."
"I stayed."
"What?"
"I stayed."
Pei Lun smiled and said: "All of you leave, I will guard it alone."
Everyone was shocked!
Even Yuan Zhengyang was moved.
"previous years."
Pei Lun seemed to have thought of something and said softly: "I once promised Jian Shou that if the Xuantian Sword Sect is in trouble in the future, I must go all out and take action once."
"The sword head is not here now."
"But the promise is still there."
Speaking of which.
His voice suddenly doubled in volume.
"This time!"
"I am willing to be Xuantian Sword Sect's last barrier, and I am also willing to coexist and die with Xuantian Sword Sect...!"
Every word is sonorous and every sentence is powerful.
No one expected that Pei Lun, who was usually lazy and did not do anything except staring at the swords in the back mountain, would have such a side!
"Mimi... no, Brother Pei!"
The fat man looked solemn, and suddenly bowed deeply to Pei Lun: "I, Fu Yulin, have offended me in the past, so don't take it to heart! It's even more inappropriate to give you a nickname. In fact..."
He looked at Pei Lun carefully.
He temporarily abandoned his conscience and said seriously: "Brother Pei still looks quite bushy and big-eyed."
Pei Lun: "..."
"No kidding!" .??.
With an awkward look on his face, the fat man quickly said: "You are stronger than me, and you know better than me how powerful Immortal is, and you alone..."
"How about you stay with me?"
"next time!"
The fat man's expression froze, and he immediately said, "Next time!"
"I disagree!"
Yuan Zhengyang frowned and said: "The promise you made with your junior brother is true, but if you are left alone to protect Xuantian Sword Sect from disaster, how will I face the sword head, how will I face my master, Master Ji, and junior brother
?”
"Count me in! I, Lei Wei, will also stay!"
To be continued...