Luo Xuxing shouted angrily, and more and more spells swirled around him, blocking the Huashan Sect disciples.

"Old man, you are just the head of a small Qingjing Sect, and you are also trying to stop our Huashan Sect, which was once ranked seventh on the Deer List! It's overwhelming! ”

"Then let's try it! Let's see if the old decay can stop you! ”

This sentence was clearly a bluff, Luo Xuxing knew how many catties and taels he had, and he knew that he was not their opponent at all, and the Huashan faction was not coming for the village. But the people of the Huashan faction killed the people in the village, and even killed the people of the Immortal Palace who had protected the villagers like his seven senior brothers.

They are good people, and he must not fail them!

But he had absorbed too much evil qi from the leylines before, and he was almost killed by the real person of Xuanji, and now he has not recovered from his serious injuries. He finally understood what it was to be powerless.

He could only watch as his spell formation was shattered by the Huashan Sect's sword formation like a thin piece of paper—falling apart!

But what could he do? He was just an old man who had guarded the village all his life, and until now, he still didn't know if he had fulfilled his original promise to become like the Seven Senior Brothers.

Luo Xuxing lay on the ground unable to move, looking at the paper talismans flying in the sky in his blurred vision.

Probably not, he thought.

I'm sorry, brothers and sisters, I failed you. In the end, I still couldn't keep my promise. Not able to be like you guys - I'm sorry, I can't......

At this time, Luo Xuxing saw the Huashan faction attacking the west with a sword in waves. If a sword coming west was interrupted in the middle of the journey, not only would the people of the Huashan Sect be buried here, but he and the people of the Immortal Palace would all be swallowed by the evil qi of the backlash. Just like the brothers back then!!

And a sword west knows this very well, no matter how much sword qi pierces his body, he still does not move! No one knew how many wounds were hidden under his wide robe, only blood could be seen, and his white robe was pouring down like a stream, soaking his robe red.

Yijian Xilai endured the severe pain like cramps and broken bones on his body, gritted his teeth, gathered his breath, and silently recited a mantra in his mouth. The red light around them was getting stronger and stronger—getting stronger——!

- It's not over yet.

Luo Xuxing propped up his heavy body, even though the wounds on his body were gurgling and bleeding, and the hand holding the sword could no longer hold it, he still recited the spell again!

Fragments of spells gathered again—

Seeing this, the elders of the Huashan faction rushed forward with a Qianjun sword in hand, stabbing Luo Xuxing's abdomen like a white rainbow through the sun-

However, Luo Xuxing was surprised to see that the sword of the Huashan Sect Elder did not stab into his body.

Suddenly, the wind surged, and Luo Xuxing only felt a dazzling light blooming in front of him————!!

In his blurred vision, he seemed to see seven figures, their turquoise clothes flying fiercely in the midst of the golden sand-like light—heroic and majestic.

Luo Xuxing looked at them blankly and muttered, "Senior brother...... Masters...... You ......" For a moment, Luo Xuxing felt as if he had suddenly become a child.

The boy who sat on the stone in front of the mountain gate, waiting for the seven brothers to return.

Time has passed, and they are still the same teenagers as they were at the beginning.

"How old are they, and they're still crying."

"Are you being bullied again?"

"Hey, haven't you practiced well for so many years? Why are you still so stupid? Obviously, I swore to be us! ”