Zong Kun shouted: "Don't listen to his nonsense, fellow Taoist Wushuang Sect, your only chance will be later, don't miss it, watch your moves."
He waved his sleeves and scattered the light ball above his head. The light ball turned into countless bloody streams of light and adhered to the spiritual sword. The power of the spiritual sword suddenly increased several levels.
Xuan Zhen's pressure increased sharply, and his expression became even more ugly. He did not dare to remove his shield and attack Zong Kun with all his strength, otherwise the disciples of the three sects behind him would suffer. He could not let these disciples retreat, otherwise, as a senior Yuanying, his face would be
There is no light, so he can only resist the attack of the Golden elixir monks. For the time being, there is no other way except calling the black cloud and lightning strike.
Obviously, with the help of Xiaoyaoju's fellow disciple, Black Cloud Lightning was no longer able to cause any interference to Zong Kun.
"Fellow Taoist Wushuang Sect, what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!"
Controlling ten thousand spiritual swords requires a lot of energy, and the efficacy of the medicine is about to be exhausted. Zong Kun is at the end of his strength, and even blood is oozing out of his seven orifices. He sees that Su Hao and others are still suspended in the same place and have not left. He can't help but become anxious. If there is no
People spread the news about this place, and a hundred years later, Master Zhicang will return. He doesn't know who to seek revenge on, so he and others will have died in vain today.
Liu Ran said to Su Hao: "Junior brother, if not we go back first?"
Chu Zhao and Chu Yi also looked at their master, waiting for his decision.
Su Hao shook his head and said nothing. He concentrated on staring at the spiritual swords flying in the sky, with light flashing in his eyes.
Liu Ran sighed, stepped on the flying sword and hovered quietly beside him, no longer trying to persuade him.
Chu Zhao, Chu Yi and Xu Li looked at each other, and they all saw the determination in the others' eyes.
During the Qi refining period, if you encounter a Nascent Soul and dozens of Golden Elixir monks, you will probably die without rebirth.
If you are buried here today, it will be bad luck. No one can blame you. After all, even if you set out now, it will be difficult to successfully escape Yuanying's pursuit.
When the enemy is about to kill you, you can only use your strength to draw your sword and show them your unparalleled strength.
While Chu Zhao was paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, he frequently focused his gaze on his master, with a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.
With Master's character, he would not be so timid that he would not even dare to escape. I am afraid that he is also thinking about the sect and is prepared to sacrifice himself and others to give the sect enough time to develop.
He understands this very well.
But, will this be useful? Will there be enough time?
If the master and people with the qualifications of himself and his sister die, even if the Wushuang Sect is given another hundred years, they will not be able to develop strong enough combat power. When the Nascent Soul Stage high-level cultivators appear at the Wushuang Sect station, everyone in the Wushuang Sect will be helpless.
Resistant!
If we run back to Xiaogushan now and force everyone to reluctantly give up their base and seek other development, although it would be heartbreaking, as long as everyone is here, there will always be a chance to make a comeback.
But why is Master indifferent?
Can't figure it out.
Sighing secretly, Chu Zhao made up his mind that no matter what, he would follow his master's footsteps, even if the next step was to the underworld.
The teacher's destiny is greater than heaven, even if there is no chance to avenge his mother, he will not hesitate.
"Alas," seeing everyone in the Wushuang Sect being so frightened by Xuan Zhen that they dared not move, Zong Kun shook his head in disappointment and said to the Xiaoyaoju disciples behind him: "It is better to ask for yourself than to ask for help. Later, everyone will disperse and run away. As long as one can get out, it will be fine."
Success, everyone, we will meet again in the next life."
"See you again in the next life."
At the moment of life and death, the disciples of Xiaoyaoju shouted together, showing the fearless spirit of a medium-sized sect.
"It's ridiculous." At this moment, Xuan Zhen's voice suddenly sounded, destroying the tragic atmosphere created by the disciples of Xiaoyaoju. He said in a cold tone: "Do you think you can leave?"
"Whether I can leave or not, I have to give it a try. Just listen to me..."
"call out!"
Zong Kun wanted to give it a last try, but Xuan Zhen suddenly launched a divine soul attack, and a sharp whistle came out of his mouth. An unbearable scream immediately appeared in the minds of the monks in Xiaoyaoju. Except for the three golden elixirs, the rest of the disciples
He held his head and screamed miserably, rolling all over the ground.
Zong Kun, Zong Bai and other golden elixirs also felt extremely uncomfortable. They all fell to the ground and tried their best to resist.
The spiritual swords that filled the sky lost Zong Kun's control and fell down with a crackle, covering the ground in a thick layer. Some of them that were far away fell to the bottom of the mountain.
The disciples of the three Guangqing sects saw their eyes gleaming and their breathing quickened. They wanted to rush down and pick up a few handfuls immediately.
Zong Kun wanted to exercise his skills again, so Xuan Zhen threw a rope magic weapon at him and tied him tightly. He struggled a few times and found that the rope was getting tighter and tighter, and his skin and flesh were almost turned over. He couldn't help but go crazy.
He roared, closed his eyes and waited for death.
Zong Bai and the other Jindan raised their long swords, pointed them at the disciples of the three Guangqing sects floating in the sky, and shouted sternly: "Disciples of Xiaoyaoju, listen to the order."
"The disciple is here."
"Follow me to meet the enemy."
"It's an order."
Nearly a hundred Xiaoyaoju disciples responded at the same time, raising their swords one after another, preparing to fight to the death.
Xuan Zhen removed the mana and the shield returned to its normal size. He looked at the cracks on it and smiled indifferently. After putting it away, he looked at the Xiaoyaoju disciples at his feet who were waiting in formation with a relaxed expression, and said with disdain: "This Ten Thousand Swords
Qingtian is nothing more than that, after I got tired of seeing it, I would break it with just one move."
"Ancestor is mighty!"
Behind him, the clever Foundation Establishment disciple shouted in a very silly voice, and the other disciples quickly followed, and for a while, the sound of singing praises and virtues was chaotic.
Xuan Zhen looked back with satisfaction at the foundation-building disciple who was the first to call out, smiled and nodded at him.
The disciple's face flushed with excitement, looking forward to the glory.
Xuan Zhen looked in the direction of Su Hao and others again, and was even more happy when he saw that the extremely pretty Liu Ran and others were still there.
He shook his neck, as if he had finished warming up and was about to get serious, and said with a smile: "The spiritual swords all over the floor are evidence of your crime of collaborating with foreign enemies. I will put them away for now, and we will decide later."
If you are guilty, I will accept your lives on behalf of heaven and descend to Jiuyou. If you have any grievances, go and talk to the elders of the sect and ask them why they did such an unforgivable evil thing."
Zong Kun suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, glared at Xuan Zhen, and shouted loudly: "Old thief Xuan Zhen, you not only destroyed my mountain gate, but also killed people and killed their hearts. Today, I will take the first step and wait for you to be killed in the underworld.
When your body is cut into thousands of pieces, the old Taoist will be the first to come over and eat your flesh and blood."
Xuan Zhen laughed loudly and said: "You are not the first person to cast such a curse on me, and you will not be the last one. I tell you, you will never wait for that day. Having said that, if you open your mouth, you will
You eat human flesh and drink human blood, and you still say you haven’t become a demon? God doesn’t believe you.”
Click~
A bolt of lightning fell from the black cloud and struck Zong Kun's body.
"Look, it was struck by lightning!"
Poof~
Zong Kun vomited blood profusely.
Xuan Zhen laughed for a while, then suddenly waved to the spiritual swords on the ground and said softly: "Here comes the sword."
If the spiritual consciousness and mana are released at the same time, these ten thousand spiritual swords must be put away.
He saw the spirit sword trembling, but it didn't come to his side as he expected, like a lazy man sleeping, turning over and turning over, and there was no movement.
"Um?"
Xuan Zhen was a little embarrassed. He increased the output of his spiritual consciousness and mana, and shouted again: "Here comes the sword."
This time it was even more straightforward, the spirit sword didn't even move.
The disciples of the three sects of Guangqing looked at each other, no one dared to make a sound, and they were all at a loss.
After all, if you dare to encourage the ancestor at this time, whoever encourages you will die.
Xuan Zhen was shocked and searched in all directions with his consciousness. Except for the five lambs waiting to be slaughtered at Wushuang Gate, there were no other monks hiding nearby.
He narrowed his eyes, guessing that it must be Xiaoyaoju's unknown method. He stared at Zong Kun fiercely and said: "You like evil ways, and you have to humiliate me when you are about to die. How can I let you die?"