Volume 1 Xuantian Continent Chapter 67 How to Support

The family masters who had been paying attention to the situation on the field from a distance all showed a look of worry, only to hear Liu Changan, the head of the Liu family, sigh with emotion: "I didn't expect that the strength of this Ghost King Sect is so strong, and the hundred black-robed people under his command are all in the Xuan Realm!"

Luoyang, the head of the Luo family, had a solemn face, and he sweated for everyone in Xingyun Villa. Hearing Liu Changan say this, Luoyang also nodded and said: "What Brother Liu said is very true, the Ghost King Sect dared to appear in front of the world so blatantly, which shows that the Ghost King Sect already has the capital to compete with the entire Xuantian Continent, otherwise, with the great battle twenty years ago, the Ghost King Sect, who was greatly injured, would not be stupid enough to expose their identities so easily." ”

Hearing this, everyone nodded yes.

I am afraid that it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a river of blood, and the Ghost King Sect, which was condemned by various famous sects and almost disappeared, was able to declare with such fanfare that they would return to the rivers and lakes, which shows that they have already made all preparations.

The Zhang family advocated Peilong nodded, and said without worry: "There is a demon clan eyeing you in front of you, and there is a ghost king sect sharpening your sword Huo Huo in the back, I'm afraid ...... There will be no more peaceful days in the Xuantian Continent in the future......"

Jian Dongyang, who had been fighting for a long time, showed displeasure on his face, he glanced at Zhang Peilong, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Zhang, you don't have to worry so much, the matter is not as serious as you think." But we also have to pay attention to it, the more times like this, the more you should urge your disciples to practice martial arts diligently, and wait until once the danger comes, the various sects of the Xuantian Continent will unite to resist foreign enemies, so that they will not be in a mess. ”

When Zhang Peilong heard this, his face suddenly became embarrassed.

Chu Bolin, the head of the Chu family, saw that Zhang Peilong was choked by Jian Dongyang and his face turned red, so he hurriedly opened his mouth and said: "What Brother Jian said is extremely true, but let's talk about it later, let's take a look at the present." I think the disciples of Xingyun Villa are going to be unable to withstand it, how should we go up or not?"

Because Luoyang, the Liu family, and the Zhang family were discussing the future of the Xuantian Continent just now, they didn't notice the situation on the field for a while, and after being reminded by Chu Bolin, everyone raised their eyes and looked over.

Although it was only a snap of a finger, the situation of the people in Xingyun Villa was becoming more and more disadvantaged.

Everyone looked worried.

But seeing that Zhuang Qingyu at this time was inferior to the ghost in cultivation, with his superb swordsmanship and strong internal strength, he came and went with the ruthless and vicious ghost, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

On the other hand, the situation is not very optimistic, most of the disciples of Xingyun Villa are in the Primordial Xuan Realm, and the cultivation of a very few core disciples is in the Tongxuan Realm. This level of general cultivation is already outstanding in the entire Xuantian Continent, otherwise Xingyun Villa would not have become one of the five major sects of the Xuantian Continent.

However, what they are facing today is a group of extremely vicious people whose martial arts cultivation is far higher than their own. The Ghost King Sect not only shot extremely ruthlessly, but also used secret weapons, specializing in human life, and if you were not careful, you would be seriously injured.

Although under the leadership of the elders, the disciples of Xingyun Villa could barely compete with the black-robed people, the gap in cultivation between the two sides was gradually revealed in the course of the battle. Moreover, as the battle deepened, the disciples of Xingyun Villa were already showing fatigue. This was not a good phenomenon, as time went by, the number of dead and injured disciples in Xingyun Villa had reached hundreds.

"Brother, do you think Xingyun Villa can win?" asked Feng Chen in a whisper.

"I'm afraid there's not much hope," Feng Chen also whispered to Gai Yan, "Although the disciples of Xingyun Villa are not afraid of death, the gap in strength cannot be ignored, and it is estimated that they will be defeated in less than half an hour." ”

"How is that good!" Gai Yan began to get anxious, "This Ghost King Sect is also an evil sect, where did it come from?!"

Feng Chen groaned for a moment, and seeing that no one around was paying attention to them, he leaned over Gai Yan's ear and said, "Remember what I told you, those black-robed people who kidnapped the little Red Flame Tiger and injured the female Red Flame Tiger?"

Gai Yan was stunned at first, and then as if he had guessed something, he asked in a low voice, "Could it be them?"

Feng Chen nodded.

Gai Yan couldn't help but gasp.

If these people just want to prove their status and fight with everyone is a vicious method, then it is even more intolerable for them to kill the tigress in order to catch the little tiger!

At the thought of this, Gai Yan's eyes burst into flames of anger.

The elders, who still didn't know the content of the whispers of the two teenagers, were still arguing about whether to help Xingyun Villa, Jian Dongyang interrupted everyone and raised his voice: "Heads of the family, we must not stand idly by!"

Luoyang couldn't stand it anymore, and when he heard what Jian Dongyang said, he nodded happily and said, "Brother Jian is right, we can't stand idly by." Everyone, go and gather your disciples!"

Liu Changan nodded and agreed: "Okay." ”

The heads of the families agreed, and then turned and walked towards their respective camps.

Jian Dongyang frowned, and raised his hand to stop everyone: "Slow down, family masters!"

Several family heads froze and turned their heads to look at Jian Dongyang.

Jian Dongyang muttered: "The family masters still don't want to let the disciples of the various families fight. You have also seen that even the two thousand disciples of Xingyun Villa are not opponents of the Ghost King Sect, and even if the family masters send their disciples up, it is tantamount to sending them to death. ”

Hearing this, Chu Bailin, the head of the Chu family, couldn't help but start to get anxious. Of course, he knew that what Jian Dongyang said was true, but seeing that Xingyun Villa had suffered heavy losses on the field, if he continued like this, he was afraid that Xingyun Villa, which was ranked among the five major sects in the Xuantian Continent, would lose face here!

"Brother Jian, then what do you say we should do at this time, we can't just watch, right?" Chu Bailin has always been upright, and his tone naturally revealed anxiety.

Zhang Peilong was also a little anxious: "Yes, Brother Jian, we can't sit still, right?"

Jian Dongyang looked around at everyone and slowly spoke: "Everyone, I propose that I, together with the family masters and the elders of each family, go to relieve the disciples of Xingyun Villa. Although we are not very numerous, I think that with my cultivation with the family heads and elders, I will be able to surprise them. ”

This is the most promising solution at the moment, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Jian Dongyang saw that everyone had no objections, so he said: "Then without further ado, you guys quickly go and arrange the things in the door, and we will go to support as soon as possible!"

All the family heads nodded, and walked back to their respective camps, and after a short time, the heads of each family arranged the matters, led the elders of each family and Jian Dongyang and his party of sixteen people to converge in one place, and rushed to the camp of the disciples of Xingyun Mountain Villa who were fighting with hundreds of black-robed people.