Thousands of miles away, flames soar into the sky!

There is the mountain gate of Qingfeng Sword Sect.

"Buzz——"

There was a roar in the void.

"I am telling you, a disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, that the Lingjia Demon Clan is attacking in large numbers. The mountain gate is in danger. This sect leader and the elders are determined to fight to the death with the enemy."

"The garrisoned disciples from all sides are not allowed to return to aid, leaving our Qingfeng Sword Sect inheritance to be immortal -"

A rich voice came.

The sound was heard three times in a row, but it was gone.

The sect leader fights to the death, and the disciples are not allowed to come back for help!

This is to destroy both jade and stone!

Lu Wuming and the Qingfeng Sword Sect Heaven Realm elders all had sad faces, gritted their teeth, and looked towards the mountain gate.

Over there, my classmates are fighting to the death.

However, the sect leader ordered that disciples from all over the country are not allowed to return to aid.

Because the enemy is too strong, even if all the power of the Qingfeng Sword Sect is gathered together, it will only lead to death.

It would be better for the disciples everywhere to save their lives and leave the sect's legacy behind.

Below, the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples were at a loss, and many of them had tears streaming down their faces.

Most of the sect practitioners have regarded the sect as their own home.

At this point, the family is about to be destroyed.

The casual cultivators who gathered around also had complicated expressions.

Many of them were like this too. After their sect was destroyed, they could only become casual cultivators.

"What should I do?" A Qingfeng Sword Sect Jindan deacon gritted his teeth and looked at the green-robed elder beside him.

The elder stared and said nothing.

The enemy is strong, and if you go back, you will die.

The sect leader has given an order not to return aid.

But, you really don’t want to go back?

"Qiang——"

There was a sword chant, and the white-haired and blue-robed elder of the Qingfeng Sword Sect held a long sword and stepped forward with one step.

"Lu Wuming, lead all the disciples to leave, and I will go to the mountain gate to rescue you."

The sword light was lingering around him, and a sharp halo flashed into the sky.

The breath of absolute absoluteness filled the air instantly.

"I, Fang Yihe, was born in the Qingfeng Sword Sect and grew up in the Qingfeng Sword Sect. The sect is my home."

"Today the evil spirits are surrounding me, Qingfeng Sword Sect. Fang Yihe's life will be returned to the sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew into the sky and flew away.

Fang Yihe flew away, and the others looked at each other. Some followed, while others stood still and hesitated.

For a time, the disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect were reduced to scattered sand.

Han Muye shook his head and looked down at the casual cultivators who had followed him.

The fighting spirit of practitioners comes from firm belief. If the belief is there, life and death will not be hindered. If there is no belief, there will be no power to fight.

"We are both Tianxuan Sword Cultivators, how could I, Han Muye, remain indifferent while seeing the Qingfeng Sword Sect's mountain gate being besieged?"

"Today, Han Muye and Donghai Jianxiu will live and die together——"

The sound is clear and spreads thousands of miles!

With the total death!

As a master of swordsmanship, once you open your mouth, you will never break your promise.

"Live and die together!" Qi Ziming, holding a long sword, shouted loudly.

"With the total death--"

All the sword cultivators around him shouted, and sword lights surged and gathered around them.

At this moment, the morale that had been dissipated began to gather again.

Han Muye drew his long sword and fled with tens of thousands of cultivators behind him in formation.

The sword cultivator of Qingfeng Sword Sect, who was still at a loss, followed the sword formation and rushed towards the mountain gate of Qingfeng Sword Sect.

With the total death!

At this moment, they just want to live and die together with their fellow sect members in the mountain gate.

When a black-armored demon clan came to intercept them, Han Muye killed them with a wave of his sword.

A thousand miles of sea was reached in just a few moments.

The boundless demonic energy surged and engulfed the entire island in front of it.

The mountain gate of Qingfeng Sword Sect has been surrounded.

The scattered Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples scattered in front are being surrounded and killed.

"kill."

Han Muye gave a long shout, activated the light of the sword in his hand, and slashed straight down.

His own strength had not mobilized much, but the sword light formed by tens of thousands of cultivators behind him had turned into a thousand-foot sword and slashed down in the air.

The sword light roars and runs like thunder!

"boom--"

The sword light directly chopped into pieces the black-armored demon clan that surrounded the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples.

"Seeking death!" someone shouted in the demonic aura ahead. A figure wearing black armor and holding a long sword stepped forward, bringing out a thousand feet of clear sword aura.

The sword energy collided with the sword shadow, and the sound of landslides and ground cracks was heard.

Out-of-body monk!

On the other side, several figures of great monks appeared.

Fang Yihe and others who had escaped earlier returned in embarrassment and met up with Han Muye and others.

Several black-armored monks in the void were holding down all directions.

Han Muye and the swordsman behind him were surrounded by several great monks.

No wonder the leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect forbids his disciples from rescuing, because these spirit-armored monsters are here to help!

No matter how many disciples came to rescue, they all ended up dying!

The sword cultivators behind Han Muye were all pale-faced and trembling under the pressure of the great cultivator.

Han Muye held a long sword in front of him, looked at the black-armored figure in front of him, and glanced at the black-armored monks surrounding him.

"Brothers, are you afraid of death?"

Han Muye shouted loudly.

fear death?

Of course I'm afraid.

Everyone is afraid of death.

Isn’t it just to live longer if you practice hard?

Although no one spoke, the solemn atmosphere was already the answer.

Han Muye pointed his sword forward with a glint in his eyes: "I'm also afraid of death."

Yes, talented people like Han Muye should have had a brilliant future.

As long as he doesn't perish, he has a chance to reach the top of the world.

How could such a person risk his life?

"Brother Han, we, we will protect you and fight out." Qi Ziming gritted his teeth and tried to make his voice coherent.

The souls from the surrounding great monks were overwhelming, making it difficult for them to stand in the void.

"Kill out, Han Banxian, you can't die here." Lu Wuming said in a low voice.

Everyone's eyes fell on Han Muye.

This swordsman banished immortal should not die here with them.

Many people clenched the hilts of their swords, and their eyes gradually became firmer.

"Kill out?" Han Muye's fighting spirit gathered, and an illusory long sword appeared behind him.

Kendo Yuanying leaves the body.

"I, Han Muye, am afraid of death because I am afraid that I will not be able to live long enough to reach the peak that the world has never seen before."

"I, Han Muye, am afraid of death because I am afraid that there are still many things I have not done and I have regrets in my heart."

"I, Han Muye, am afraid of death because I am afraid that the debts and feelings I owe in this life have not yet been repaid."

The long sword in his hand vibrated, and Han Muye's eyes fell on his own sword.

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