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Chapter 293 Man in red, survivor

Without thinking too much, Su Twelve immediately used his Heavenly Eye Technique and looked in the direction of Pushong Cliff.

In his sight, dozens of foundation-building monks wearing blood-red robes and swords flew into the air, surrounding his cave.

Under the ground, hundreds of monks dressed in the same costume, but all possessing the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining Stage, are constantly working together to launch attacks on the formations outside the cave.

Yunge's Nine Swords Formation still retains the spiritual stone left by Su Twelve as its core.

In the face of attacks, the sword array spontaneously activated, emitting countless sword lights, blocking these attacks again and again.

However, under the opponent's successive attacks, the sword light in the sword array also became vague, and its power was greatly reduced.

In mid-air, a red-clothed Foundation-Building monk with a wind-shaped face was standing in front of an ugly, one-eyed, late-stage Foundation-Building monk in the middle, and whispered: "Sir, it seems... this formation is about to...

It’s going to break.”

A flash of deep resentment flashed in the eyes of the one-eyed ugly monk, and he said coldly: "Huh! Just wait patiently!"

"Ren Yunzong, back then you wiped out my whole family and caused me to explode the golden elixir and die. As a last resort, I could only use a ray of my soul to seize this ugly body."

"The harm you have caused me, today...I will repay you twice as much!"

"How about you being a golden elixir? So what if you are good at planning? There are so many capable people in the world!!! The people behind me, especially those you can imagine... This time, I will cut off the foundation of your Yunge Sect first. Look at you

Why are you fighting with me?"

The one-eyed ugly monk's eyes became increasingly sinister, and he stared angrily at the formation in front of him.

Hatred keeps growing.

The overwhelming anger in his eyes kept brewing, like a volcano about to erupt.

Behind the sword formation, beside the thatched hut at the top of Tuisong Cliff, dozens of boys and girls in their twenties were gathered.

Seeing that the formation was crumbling and could be broken at any time, these boys and girls huddled together in fear and started to tremble!

"No, no, this formation can no longer hold up!" A young man with an eye-shaped face said with a panic look on his face.

"What to do? These guys... are coming in!"

"Peak Master, Master, you...where are you? I...I don't want to die! Wuwuwu..."

"Father, grandma, please take me back. I...I don't want to be a fairy anymore. I miss you so much!"

As soon as the boy with the eye-shaped face opened his mouth, the crowd suddenly became confused.

One by one, they cried for their father and mother, and the pitiful cries kept coming and going.

In the face of death, these boys and girls, who have not experienced much training, cannot hide the fear in their hearts.

"Why are you crying! Look at how hopeless you all are."

"In this life, death is inevitable!"

"The path to immortality is vast. To embark on this path, you should have the determination to put life and death aside."

At this moment, in the crowd, a girl wearing a long yellow dress, with a slightly round face and looking a little baby fat, put her hands on her hips and yelled at everyone.

This young man looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he is almost the youngest among the young and middle-aged girls.

As she spoke, her body trembled slightly, and waves of panic flashed through her eyes.

Obviously, facing such a situation, she herself was scared to death.

But even so, he still kept his spirits high and inspired everyone.

Everyone is not too old, but they are not too young either.

I practice the sect's martial arts and read some poems and books.

After hearing what the fat baby girl said, he finally tried his best to calm down his emotions.

But right now.

There was a loud "boom" and the Yunge Nine Swords Sword Formation shattered in response.

Amazing energy, surging in all directions like a wave.

violently

The movement made everyone who had just stabilized their emotions collapse again.

"Hahaha...you guys are really good at hiding!"

"It's a pity that even if you hide to the ends of the earth, you can't escape death today!"

The moment the formation broke, thousands of figures swarmed in and rushed up the pine cliff. .??.??

There was only one monk who was burly, with a pockmarked face, and who was at the ninth level of the Qi Refining Stage. He was carrying a bloody sword, leading the way, and was the first to rush to the top of the mountain and arrive in front of everyone.

With a sneer on his face, his eyes full of murderous intent swept over everyone.

"Thump, thump..."

The big man just looked at him, and many monks immediately became weak and collapsed to the ground.

Some people fainted directly from the extreme shock.

Among the crowd, the monk with the eye-shaped face who spoke first kowtowed directly at him.

"Sir, please spare our lives."

"We...we are just insignificant little characters."

The monk with an eye-shaped face took the lead, and the other monks knelt down one after another, imitating his example and begging for mercy again and again.

"Yes, yes, please spare our lives!"

The baby fat female cultivator's eyes widened with anger, and she looked at her fellow disciples beside her with hatred.

"You...you are so spineless."

"Do you think...you think they will let us go if we beg for mercy?"

"Stand up, stand up for me!"

The female cultivator yelled and shouted loudly, but no one was moved at all.

Not everyone can accept death as home.

Who wants to die if he can live?

Even if there is a glimmer of hope, some monks want to try their best to grasp it.

The pock-marked monk stared at the scene before him without any sympathy, but only laughed wildly in a joking manner.

The pock-marked monk was like this, and so were the other monks who rushed after him.

With a groan, the pock-marked monk did not rush to take action, but looked up to the sky with a smile.

The originally unphotogenic pockmarked face was filled with a flattering smile.

No matter how much he looked down on these people, he couldn't make the decision on his own in this matter.

In mid-air, dozens of foundation-building monks were watching with cold eyes, their eyes even more heartless.

"Tsk tsk... Are these the monks of the Yun Ge Sect? It turns out that they are just a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death!"

In the middle, the ugly-looking monk at the head sneered indifferently and said lightly:

"Let's do it! Today, we have only one purpose."

"Yunge Sect, leave no grass behind!"

A cold and ruthless voice descended from the sky, like the god of death that controlled fate, pronouncing the fate of everyone in the Yunge Sect in front of them.

Mazi's face hardened, and murderous intent surged in his eyes.

"Broken Cloud Slash, kill!"

With a sudden loud shout, the pock-marked monk activated the true energy in his body, held a heavy knife in his hand, and raised his hand to sweep out the sword.

An astonishing sword energy surged out and headed straight towards the remaining people of the Yun Ge Sect.

The sharp blade came towards them, and for a moment, all the remaining boys and girls in Yunge opened their mouths helplessly.

His face was horrified, his eyes filled with despair.

There are a few exceptions among the crowd.

Several people gritted their teeth, with expressions of regret on their faces, and tried their best to activate the few true energy in their bodies.

I would rather die than fight for my life!

Among them was the fat nun who scolded everyone.

It's a pity that their strength is limited, and the aura they exude from the real energy they activate is simply not worth mentioning in front of the pock-marked monk's sword!

Just when everyone's lives hang on a thread.

But he saw a cold sword light coming from outside the sky.


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