The sword aura was terrifying, as if it could fix the whole body, Liu Sangong, Fang Qingyun and the others were powerful in cultivation, and they were blown away in the desperate resistance, vomiting blood, and watching the elders who rushed up to be crushed by the vast sword qi.

The breath of life faded, and a corpse fell from the sky, slamming into the ground with a dull sound.

The sword light was brilliant, dazzling and extraordinary, awe-inspiring in front of the eyes of everyone alive, like a meteor falling to the ground, drowning the top of the mountain in brilliance.

"It's over, it's all over!"

Fang Qingyun was sad and depressed, and even regretted his laissez-faire towards his disciples.

Arrogant and domineering, not from the beginning, but to be cultivated step by step, born to raise, people from birth, are ignorant, kind, in the flock of sheep, is gentle and non-aggressive, in the pack of wolves, that will be fierce and bloody.

People are very different, and their personalities are also completely different, when they are in the arrogance of a person who eats people, the arrogance of being high above will grow up little by little, and even overshadow the original character habits.

Liu Sangong vomited blood, his body fell to the ground with convulsions, his arms were broken, and one of his right legs was cut off at some point, leaving only half of his scarred thigh, and the dark red flames were still burning quietly on his body.

"The sect can't be destroyed in our hands, let's activate the last resort!"

The voice squeezed out of the bubbling blood, low and powerless, helpless and sad.

"Activate the last resort?!Pray to the Patriarch?"

Fang Qingyun looked at Liu Sangong in shock, a flash of brilliance, and then more desolation.

Pray to the patriarch, this is the last resort, and it is not a means that cannot be used at the critical moment of the collapse of the sect.

As long as you start praying, it is the time of life and death, if you lose the fight, you can't beat the parents, this is too weak and incompetent, a supreme, in the position of the head, but forced to ask for help from the patriarch, not to mention what his ability is, just the impression of the patriarch, it has been extremely bad.

How could this not shock Fang Qingyun, thinking of the many powerful existences hidden in the sect, what problems could not be solved, no matter how high the cultivation was, in the face of the elders of the sect beyond a realm, he could only drink hatred, this was the reason why his eyes were full of light.

The Taitianmen was slaughtered, the disciples of the sect suffered heavy casualties, and the retired elders returned, what kind of anger would they be when they saw such a scene, and what kind of anger would they face as the leader? Imagine that the elders were full of disappointment in their eyes, how could Fang Qingyun not feel desolate and worried.

Not to mention how Fang Qingyun arranged to activate the last resort, asked Chuanting to be immersed in his mind, his soul power urged to the extreme, constantly observing the giant swords that appeared again and again, and comprehending the slashing of the giant sword, smashing the vastness of chaos, a strange artistic conception was slowly brewing, turning into endless information, constantly surging into his heart.

A flash of spiritual light was born from the consciousness, and the giant sword that kept appearing and disappearing became clearer and clearer. Asking Chuanting didn't know how this chaotic giant sword appeared, and how such a vast scene appeared in his mind, in a trance, he didn't remember that he had ever watched such a scene, but he naturally regarded this sudden scene as normal.

He didn't remember, once, for a while, he was indeed in a certain place of chaos, carefully watched such a scene, and comprehended the supreme creation, but after leaving in ignorance, his memory was obscured by the grandiose and inexplicable chaos.

Otherwise, with his superb understanding, even if he didn't sleep, how could he cross the huge gap and step into the realm of the Great Venerable who controlled the laws of heaven and earth in just a few years.

The rapid improvement of cultivation and the ascension of sword intent are all thanks to the foundation behind him, without the supreme creation, without the accumulation of the foundation of creation, and turned into the food for growth, how can he grow to such a realm, just because he has participated in enlightenment, and now he is just going through the road again.

I have already walked a road buried by the wild grass, a road of re-enlightenment and temporary forgetting for inexplicable reasons.

The rumbling sound continued, the silver dragon generally fell from the sky, smashing heavily on the top of the wide mountain, the rough hall trembled in the tremor of the shaking mountain top, the patterns diffused on the heavy wall surfaced in the trembling, the climbing vines generally shrouded the main hall, and small runes appeared, circling around the vines outside the main hall.

The sword qi rolled with thunder, slamming on the ground, and on the flat table, large pits with smooth rock walls appeared, and only a little rubble was scattered, which were shattered one after another under the suppression of the sword qi.

The wind rose, the clouds moved, but the crushed stone powder was firmly fixed on the ground by the sword qi suppression, Liu Sangong was unable to lie on the ground, the blood was still vomiting, the severed limbs were still flowing blood, and the dark red flames burning on his body had dimmed, even if he tried his best to urge, he could not return to his heyday.

The scarlet eyes that were scarlet due to the bursting of small capillaries, staring at Wen Chuanting who repeated the chopping action without blinking, clearly felt that the chopping action had gradually transformed from stiffness to nature, the traces of the axe chisel gradually disappeared, and more artistic beauty was emerging.

Once, there were too many elders and sects, too many of them fell under the sword qi of this repeated slash, many of them had been shattered in their bodies, their souls dissipated, and only a few remnants remained, and these were still people who were seriously injured at the beginning, if they were not seriously injured and scattered far away on the edge, their end might be like that of the many elders who dissipated.

"Was our decision right or wrong?!"

Seeing that the sword qi was powerful and became more and more powerful, Liu Sangong couldn't help but think of his only disciple, Wei Jingtang, who was forced by him to go down the mountain to meet the enemy.

"Maybe be stronger, and promote the cousin to the top, this ending will be better!"

When the desolation was about to overwhelm him, a slight sound reached his ears, and he twisted his neck with difficulty, and in the creaking sound of bones colliding, his blurred eyes vaguely saw the two of them flying in the air, and a figure on the ground staggered and ran, judging from his figure, he was vaguely the head of the house asking for help.

"It's finally here, I hope the elders of the sect can kill this madman!"

His consciousness gradually blurred, and his gaze at Wen Chuanting was dim and obscure, and he no longer even had the power to mention hatred.

Three limbs were cut off, his body was seriously injured, and it was the potential to be triggered, the law of combustion, almost hollowed out his body, if it were not for the support of strong beliefs, excessive blood loss, serious injuries like him, should have passed out early.

"It's not enough to kill, and you dare to show off your might again!"

"Senior brother, wait a minute, you see, the sword intent that kid exerts has faint traces of transcending heaven and earth!"

The two of them rushed over, seeing that they didn't care about it, they were immersed in their minds, and they kept practicing swordsmanship, and the long-bearded old man couldn't help but get angry, and his long snow-white beard shook and trembled.

Just as he was about to take a step, he waved his palm and slapped Wen Chuan Ting, who was immersed in the sword intent comprehension, to death, when another middle-aged man who came with him reached out to stop him.

"Senior brother, do you want to protect him?"

"Senior brother, it's not that the junior brother wants to protect him, but he has to protect him!"

One person is ready to go, the other is ready to fight, Fang Qingyun, who was panting and rushing, saw the dispute between the two uncles and ancestors who came to the rescue, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, he really didn't understand, at such a critical juncture, if he didn't solve the enemy first, why did his family start to make a fuss?

"Senior brother, stop your anger for the time being!

"Say it quickly, after I finish speaking, I want to kill this cub, I actually dare to toss the sect like this, not to mention the rivers of blood, mainly those who have cultivated to a high level have been killed!"

The snow-white beard shook and trembled, and the indescribable joy, even with the old face that was wrinkled with anger, in addition to being dramatic, was definitely not as terrible as I thought.

From the words of this old man, it can be heard that the blood flowing into a river is not a big problem, no matter how many low-level disciples are killed, it is just to increase the blood flowing on the ground, what he cares about is the elder generation who has cultivated to a higher level, and it is also the existence of the high-end force value of the entire sect.

The so-called high point, in the eyes of this old man, is the size of a sesame seed, which is not worth mentioning. But for the entire sect, it is the highest and highest level of force, the existence that thousands of disciples look up to, and the root reason why the sect can stand here.

If there were no them, there would only be thousands of disciples left who had cultivated to the level of mediocre, then this sect would be just a so-so rabble gathering, how could it be ranked alongside the four major sects?