There were four or five monks in the ninth Heavenly Sword Peak who were fighting hard against the Desolate Ancient Warriors, and almost every monk was scarred.

These monks are all monks who have been trained in the ancient world, and each monk is the core disciple of the sect, and he is also the Tianjiao of the reincarnation realm.

But now, they are trapped in the Ancient World, and there is no way to face the powerful Ancient Wars.

Several of their monks were already covered in bruises, and at this moment, the ancient warriors were still full of fighting spirit, looking at these monks with fierce eyes.

"What should we do, Senior Brother, are we going to die here?" asked a monk in a cyan robe, with a desperate expression.

"I'll bring in the ancient warriors in a while, you find a chance to escape!" The one who was made a senior brother was a young man who was less than twenty years old, his originally shining handsome eyes became dim at this moment, and his short hair was stained with blood.

"No, Senior Brother, you have to go! We won't go!" the cyan monk shook his head and said, "Let's come together and come back together!"

"I'm your senior brother, I should protect you!" said the short-haired young man's voice mixed with a hint of anger.

Since coming to the Twelve Heavenly Sword Peak, they have relied on their strength to be the Heavenly Glory of the Rebirth Realm, and they have come here without danger in the Twelve Heavenly Sword Peak, but when they came to the ninth Heavenly Sword Peak, they encountered the Desolate Ancient Warriors.

After a battle to the death, it was a difficult discovery that they couldn't kill the ancient soldiers at all!

After paying a terrible price, it only slowed down the movements of the ancient soldiers.

This was a huge blow to them, as Tianjiao, who was in the Birthplace Realm, thought that he was an invincible existence in the Deserted Ancient World of the Birthing Realm, but when they fought with the Ancient Warriors, they found out.

Tianjiao, in front of the ancient soldiers, it is not worth mentioning at all!

If it weren't for the four of them joining forces, I'm afraid they would have been defeated by the Desolate Ancient Warriors a long time ago!

But now, several of them watched with a look of despair as the ancient warriors approached.

Knock knock!

Every step taken by the Desolate Ancient Warriors was like stepping on their hearts, and one at a time, one at a time, these monks were breathless.

"Senior brother, let's go!" Suddenly, the monk in a cyan robe standing beside him suddenly jumped up, turning into an afterimage and rushing towards the desolate ancient soldiers.

At the last moment, did he rely on the death of his junior brother in exchange for his own survival?

No!

No!

If so, I'd rather die in battle!

Rumble!

The Desolate Ancient Warriors directly ignored the monks who rushed over, and waved their iron palms, instantly slapping the rushing monks to the ground.

Poof!

The monk who fell to the ground got up again, slowly crawled to the side of the ancient soldier, and hugged the right leg of the ancient soldier.

"Senior brother, let's go!" shouted the monk who was lying on the ground.

Rumble!

The ancient warrior glanced down at the monk, and immediately swung out his iron fist and smashed it the monk.

Burst!

The cyan robed monk turned into a streamer of light and disappeared into the desolate world.

"Damn, junior brother......" The short-haired young man roared angrily, intending to rush towards the Desolate Ancient Warriors.

The senior brothers who were standing beside him stopped him one after another: "Senior Brother Sima, don't, this will kill you!"

"What if you don't die? Our senior brothers came to the Twelve Heavens Sword Peak, were we afraid?" the short-haired young man roared angrily, "But in the hands of this desolate ancient soldier, several of our junior brothers died, can I not avenge them?"

"If not, how can I go back and have the face to face them?"

"But even if we try our best, we won't be able to defeat this ancient soldier!" the people around the short-haired young man persuaded that it was extremely unwise to fight hard with the ancient soldiers.

Among the monks of the Desolate Ancient Warrior Realm, it was an almost invincible existence.

"Even if you die, you have to fight!" The short-haired young man's face was solemn, and when he looked at the ancient soldiers, he was full of anger and unwillingness.

Seeing his junior brother being killed by the ancient soldiers in front of him, the short-haired young man felt grief in his heart.

As a senior brother, he didn't protect his junior brother!

This in itself is a kind of fault, and now, he can't leave his juniors and disciples and run away alone!

"Listen to me, hurry up, don't hesitate, this is my order!" the short-haired young man shouted angrily, pushing the juniors and disciples around him away, and he used his true qi to resist the ancient warriors!

"Senior brother, let's go together!" shouted several young monks who were pushed away by the short-haired youth.

Everyone had no intention of leaving, and when the short-haired young man saw this, his eyes suddenly moistened.

But at this time, there is no room for the slightest love for children, and among them, no matter who stays here, they will inevitably die.

"You let me go, I'm here, it's not death, it's just that my soul is damaged, I'm your senior brother, and I must be responsible for you!" the short-haired young man scolded angrily.

A soft True Qi shot out from the palm of the short-haired young man's hand, and the few monks standing in front of him were immediately knocked out.

"Hurry up and go back to the sect, I'm waiting for you in the sect!"

How could he not know what his junior disciples were thinking, but in this situation, he must not let others stay here.

At this time, the ancient soldiers had already attacked a few short-haired youths, and the silver-white light was radiating in all directions, enveloping all the short-haired youths for a while.

Finished!

The short-haired young man's heart suddenly turned to ashes, if they were hit by this blow, there was no chance that several of them would survive.

Seeing that dazzling white light, when it fell on him, the short-haired young man closed his eyes, and this ancient warrior had been chasing and killing them.

Starting from the eleventh Heavenly Sword Peak, chase all the way to the ninth Heavenly Sword Peak!

The two Heavenly Sword Peaks chased down, and no matter where they hid, they would be found by the Desolate Ancient Warriors.

Now, I didn't expect to die in this ninth Heavenly Sword Peak!

Thinking of this, the short-haired young man's heart rose one after another unwillingly!

Why did you die here, at the hands of the ancient soldiers, after all the hardships, and in the end, is this the result?

I, Sima Ru, are unwilling!

Now he can only pray that his juniors and disciples can escape, so that he can also give an account to his juniors and disciples and to the sect.

But after a long time, the short-haired young man did not feel any pain, only felt a gust of wind blowing.

What's going on?

Why don't I feel anything?

The short-haired young man tried to open his eyes, and found a handsome young man standing in front of him, with bursts of powerful true qi surging on his body, like a young king, heroic.

The boy is fighting with the ancient warriors, and he is not weaker than the inferior in the slightest.

"It turned out that he saved me, and at such an age, he was not weaker than the ancient soldiers?, who is this person?" the short-haired young man showed a look of surprise.

He is the Tianjiao of the Rebirth Realm, and he is also a well-known existence among the Rebirth Realm monks in the Southern Regions.

However, I didn't expect that when I encountered the desolate ancient soldiers who had escaped from the rebirth realm, they would be defeated.

And the young man in front of him actually went back and forth with the ancient soldiers, which suddenly made the short-haired young man feel a deep sense of frustration.

But after thinking about it, it was the young man in front of him who saved him, if it weren't for this person, they might have been killed by the ancient warriors a long time ago.

"In Xia Sima Ru, thank you for saving me!" the short-haired young man thanked the young man.

"Xuanhuang Sword Sect Xiao Yu!" the young man repelled the Desolate Ancient Warriors with a palm, and responded with a smile.

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