When it comes to the Heavenly Scar Sect, Feng Ren is really full of mixed feelings, from enemies to friends, the sad experience in it, I feel inexplicably sad when I think about it. For Yun Qingkong, he can be called hated and annoyed, but now the anger in his heart has long faded.

If it weren't for this young master of the Heavenly Scar Sect who had been empty-eyed, I am afraid that he would not be able to retrieve that forgotten memory until now, he would not be able to remember the oath he had made, and it would be difficult for him to know the true emotions and intentions in his heart.

It turns out that he likes to be with the rough nervous girl who cares about it all day long.

Moreover, it was also Yun Qingkong's amazing strength that made Feng Ren understand how weak he was in fact, and how vulnerable he would be if he really competed.

The current path of the strong is to a certain extent due to the clouds.

Subconsciously holding the scroll in his hand tightly, Feng Ren snorted: "Didn't you say that all the strength of the Southern Continent has now gathered and retreated to this defense line?

Feng Xinzi explained: "It was my negligence that I forgot to tell you for a while, the Heavenly Scar Sect suffered a civil strife a few years ago, and the sect leader Yun Aotian ran away with his cronies, and you also encountered it, you should be clear." Later, with our help, he recaptured the Heavenly Scar Sect, and from that moment on, he also paid special attention to that inheritance and refused to let go. At the beginning of the undead invasion, your uncle tried to persuade him, but in vain. Yun Aotian valued the Heavenly Scar Sect's Protector Array too much, thinking that with that presence, the Undead Clan would not be able to discover their territory in the cover. ”

"In fact, he was wrong, and he lost the entire sect. Feng Ren sighed, handed the scroll back to Feng Xinzi's hand, and turned towards the exit to the ground.

"Ren'er, what are you going to do?" Feng Xinzi asked immediately, but she didn't seem to have the slightest intention of trying to stop her.

Feng Ren paused his steps and snorted and laughed: "Mother, why do you want to ask knowingly? Since you told me about this, don't you just want me to rush over and take a look? It just so happens that I also have some friendship with Yun Qingkong and them, and the Heavenly Scar Sect is in trouble, how can I sit idly by? Besides, don't tell Qingrou what I'm going to do, just find an excuse to prevaricate." ”

"That nature. Feng Xinzi nodded, and reminded: "Ren'er, be careful in everything." ”

"I have counted. ”

Feng Ren didn't stop again, just beckoned, and the figure quickly moved away.

After a long while, Feng Heng's figure appeared behind Feng Xinzi and said with a smile: "If you are worried, why did you tell him that information in the first place?"

Feng Xinzi shook his head and said, "Ren'er is not a child anymore, he has his own plans." If you don't tell him, I'm afraid that when the time comes for him to know, I will be a little unhappy in my heart. Simply, let him decide for himself. ”

"Hopefully, he will be able to return safely. Hopefully, during this time, the undead will launch a final assault on our defenses. Feng Heng sighed.

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A dark green strange mist tumbled in the air, and suddenly exploded, splitting into a circle of ripples and frantically sweeping towards the ground. In front of that surging strange force, hundreds of uniformly dressed Heavenly Scar Sect disciples were waiting for each other, and an invisible barrier quietly condensed and formed under the cooperation of everyone, blocking the attack.

Rumble!

The dark green fluctuations instantly shook on that layer of barrier, and the sound of shattering that followed also made the hearts of many disciples in the rear chill, but before they had time to think about it, the unabated mist spread agitatedly, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of figures in the front were swallowed together.

The curling dark green rose in mid-air and turned into a hideous skeleton, and when the fog cleared on the ground below, only a skeleton remained, and it was still decaying and turning into powder and disappearing with the wind.

That shocking scene made the rest of the disciples behind feel a chill, and some even felt a little happy in their hearts, the previous fluctuations dissipated just in front of them, and they escaped because of this. However, looking at the army of undead who poured into the sect all over the mountains and fields in the distance, those disciples had to swallow back in their stomachs with a sigh of relief just now.

On the fourth day, only the last main hall of the Great Heavenly Scar Sect was left without falling, and there were only three last lines of defense left. As for the Sect Protector Array, which they relied on the most in the past, it was completely vulnerable, and when all the elders and disciples reacted to the attack, it was already nearly a hundred people who hated it.

"Don't mess around, all hold their respective positions, this area of ours must not be the first to be broken through!"

A reprimand sounded, and I saw a figure leaping in front of the disciples from the air, the spear raised in his hand was horizontally in the air, and his cold gaze looked into the distance.

The young master of the Heavenly Scar Sect, the clouds are blue and empty.

Compared with him in the past, the frivolity and arrogance on his face has been swept away, his eyes are slightly deep and steady, and the whole person gives people a feeling of being trustworthy and reassuring. However, that's only relative. In the presence of such an army of the undead, there were very few people who could maintain their composure.

Countless skeletons and zombies stand at the forefront, all kinds of blades and shields stacked in front of them. Behind them, there were countless skeleton archers with sharp arrows wound, and the faint cold light was dotted and arranged, which made people's hearts chill. Dozens of dark iron horsemen waited for him, attaching a ragged robe skeleton to the middle like a moon of stars.

And the dark green mist fluctuation just now came from it.

These are just the enemies that this line of defense is facing, and it is also the weakest one. The other two lines of defense of the Heavenly Scar Sect were personally defended by Yun Aotian and most of the elders.

In the air, there were still more than a dozen Nether Ghost Dragons circling, but they were not on the offensive, and the hovering area just covered the entire airspace of the Heavenly Scar Sect. If someone tries to escape from the air, they become a nightmare for those people.

Faced with the pressure of such an undead army, Yun Qingkong naturally felt that the army's heart was unstable, but now they had no choice, the moment the surprise attack came, they had no way to retreat.

Breaking through is almost impossible. Defense, that's just a delaying tactic, I don't know how long it can last. The harsher and crueler question is that it is still unknown whether reinforcements can be waited for under the unilateral defensive delay. The current Celestial Scar Sect is a completely isolated area, and it has been separated from the unified defense line of the Southern Continent by the army of the undead.

Whether there are reinforcements or not, no one knows.

However, that is also the last hope in the hearts of the defenders, even if they know the slim possibility, they insist on believing and struggling to hold on.

"Dad, you were really wrong this time. If the territory is lost, it can be regained, and if the sect is gone, it can be rebuilt. It's just that if everyone dies, how can we have the capital to make a comeback?"

With a faint sigh, Yun Qingkong was also helpless, so he could only clench the spear in his hand, turn his head and shout: "All the disciples and elders listen to the order, and they are brave enough to accompany me to fight a wave, and the rest stay in place and reorganize the defensive formation!"

"Yes!"

There were a lot of responses, but they were not loud, and they were obviously not confident.

In this regard, Yun Qingkong could only reluctantly accept it, and there were less than ten figures that stepped forward to come to him.

Fear occupies the hearts of the vast majority of disciples, and they would rather have a moment of peace and passive defense, rather than let go and try to see if there is a chance to break through.

Perhaps, they have given up a long time ago.

"As the young master of the Heavenly Scar Sect, I am ashamed that I can't call each of you by name. However, I am also honored to have you with me at this moment. I promise you, if you are lucky enough not to die, I will invite you to drink and say goodbye to brothers!"

When the words fell, Yun Qingkong was also the first to attack, and the tip of the shaking spear was whistling and turning a circle of strong wind, and the volley fell and swept away, and the hundreds of feather arrows that were shot instantly turned into powder, and the pale cyan fluctuations swept across the ground and exploded, and nearly a hundred skeleton soldiers or zombies in front of them were shattered into nothingness.

The shield wall opened a gap, but behind it were clusters of even more swift arrows. There were thousands of skeleton archers here, all aiming at the spear-wielding cloud blue sky.

They have little intelligence, no fear, and only pure killing instincts, but they are equally able to judge who is the most threatening opponent.

"It's just a bunch of dry bones, don't get in the way!"

Yun Qingkong roared suddenly, and swung his spear with both hands and slashed.

The moment the gun fell, a cluster of scorching red flames ignited in the void, like a large meteor rain falling, and the moment it bombarded the ground, those raging flames condensed into an arc of flames, clinging to the earth and sweeping and spreading.

In an instant, the arrows snapped, the dry bones burned to ashes, and within a hundred meters of him, there was no other figure standing.

"Young Sect Master, good job!"

Another disciple who followed up couldn't help but praise, and at the same time, with a slash of the long sword in his hand, he also cut several skeleton soldiers who rushed over.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded through the air, and without thinking much about it, he picked up a sword to meet the flying attack.

Ping!

The sword shattered, and a falling and flying spear smashed the blade into dots of lighted silver, withering and falling. Before the disciple could react, the cold sharpness had mercilessly pierced his chest, and the whole spear drove his body back diagonally, nailing it to the ground diagonally.

Clang!

The mutilated hilt of the sword fell to the ground, and he was paralyzed, lifeless, his eyes had not yet closed, and there was still a trace of unwillingness in it.

"No!"

Yun Qingkong shouted angrily, rushed out, and provoked a shot to meet an iron horse that rushed out alone from the cracked skeleton army, and the other party had already pulled out the war knife at his waist and slashed with all his strength with the power of the sprint, like thunder.

Bite!

In the blink of an eye, two figures quickly staggered by, the broken blade of the war knife turned and threw into the air, the bright silver surface was like a mirror, clearly reflecting the posture of the dark iron rider below being picked off by a single shot.

However, the dark iron rider did not fall because of this, and continued to leap forward with the help of the sprinting power of the mount, and the only remaining left arm suddenly pulled out the big spear nailed to the ground, and the hot blood left on it by the disciples of the Heavenly Scar Sect swept back, and met the fierce hanging of Yun Qingkong's swinging gun.

Ping!

There was another metallic cracking sound, and the large spear forged from heavy iron in the dark iron rider was directly split into two in the air, and the falling spear immediately swept sideways, knocking the knight on the mount directly to the ground.

A sharp pain spread from both hands to the entire arm, but Yun Qingkong didn't care, freed up his left hand with the tiger's mouth cracking and blood gushing out, and the five fingers turned into palms, and slapped the Dark Knight who fell to the ground and was about to get up.

In an instant, the flame in his palm flickered, and a red mark burst violently, and the scorching power of rage raged on the earth.

Rumble!

When the fluctuations dissipated, there was only a charred black pit beside him, and the Dark Knight was dead.

Gasping for breath, Yun Qingkong shook his body slightly and stood firm again, and swept the spear in his hand: "Next, who is it?"

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