It is said that the Grim Reaper post is a post that will bring disaster to people, with gilded edges, black lacquer on the surface, and words written in blood inside.

It is said that the sect that received the Grim Reaper's post either surrendered or perished, and there was never an accident.

It is said that the Grim Reaper post is an invitation sent by the Grim Reaper, and the person who receives the post will die.

Lu Bohan was holding the Grim Reaper post in his hand, his body was trembling slightly, his people were standing on a high platform, and under the stage were black pressed heads, all of them were on their necks, their eyes were open, and they were not dead.

His eyes were staring at him with his eyes open, but he didn't notice that he was trembling.

He is like a mountain, and nothing can bring him to his knees.

Lu Bohan finally understood Sikong Blood's conspiracy, used himself as bait to transfer the three major sects, and then sent the Thirteen Taibao to attack the Qingzhu Sect.

It's a very simple plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, but it's a naked yang scheme, even if you think about it, there's no way to stop it, unless you let the large army of the Evil Moon Sect cross the Yin Mountain, it's obviously impossible.

Since this is the case, the burden of guarding the sect is on Lu Bohan's body, it is not the first time he has encountered this situation, but the same situation is far less dangerous than this time.

The Qingzhu Sect, one of the three major sects, has existed for hundreds of years, and hundreds of years of wind and rain have eroded its foundation, and at this moment, the death knell sounded, and only two hundred and thirty-two people appeared in the mountain gate.

One hundred outer disciples, one hundred inner disciples, and thirty-two miscellaneous servants.

There are no masters above the concentrating period, only martial artists in the transformation period, and even in the replenishment period, such strength has no effect in the fight against the Thirteen Taibao.

Lu Bohan's eyes wandered, his eyes were full of sadness, and at this moment, he thought of death.

What a terrible word, terrible to be true.

The breeze was soft, soft like a lover's hand, but Lu Bohan's lover was already a skeleton, and instead of giving him a soft feeling, the wind stabbed his face in pain.

The two hundred and thirty-two people in the audience were full of tenacity, and they understood that the sect had reached the moment of life and death, and it was time to repay the sect, repaying each other with death and life.

But—

Does it really work?

In the face of the Evil Moon Sect's domineering Thirteen Taibao, the advantage of numbers did not make them feel at ease.

Who doesn't know that every sect destroyed by the Thirteen Taibao has a numerical advantage, but in the end, none of them were spared.

They are one of the strongest forces of the Evil Moon Sect, it doesn't matter how many people there are, they are still thirteen people against one person, and they are still thirteen people against thousands of people, they are not afraid of death, and they think that death is the most wonderful thing in the world.

They also fell, but they will all be reborn in the end, and they are demons from hell.

How can man defeat the devil?

The sound of horses' hooves was approaching, crashing into everyone's ears, Lu Bohan's temples trembled, and when he looked up, he saw a row of knights coming along the winding road.

Black clothes, black gauze, black longbow, and a black waist knife pinned to the waist, the waist knife is a scimitar, bent like a curved crescent, but no matter how cold the crescent moon is, it will not kill, but this scimitar is a sharp weapon for harvesting human lives.

Thirteen men, dressed in the same attire, with the same sharp eyes on the black veil, a man is a strong man, and a horse is a good horse, and the mere sound of neighing is a good horse.

A dog crouched in the corner of the wall suddenly barked twice and hid behind the wall in fear.

It's murderous.

A murderous aura that seemed to have condensed into substance struck, and Lu Bohan smelled a smell of blood.

The murderous aura may not have the taste of blood, only when you kill someone, will there be the breath of blood, and only after killing enough people, the blood can be condensed into substance.

When the horse approached, Lu Bohan saw the human head hanging from the horse's neck, and stared at himself, looking dead.

"It's him!"

Lu Bohan was shocked in his heart, he recognized this person, it was the warrior he sent down the mountain to eradicate Nie Qingqing not long ago, but the living person who was patting his chest in front of him a few hours ago had turned into a bloody human head at this moment.

The disciples in the audience also recognized the identity of this human head, but they didn't move, they knew that if they moved, they would die.

Thirteen horses entered the gate without hindrance, and as soon as the knights pulled the reins, the horses neighed, and at the same time stopped, in unison, without the slightest confusion, which showed that they were very well trained.

The leading column took a step forward, and with a bang, the waist knife was unsheathed, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Qingzhu Sect, death or subordination." ”

This is not the first time Lu Bohan has experienced this situation, twenty years ago, it seemed that it was also such a sunny day, and the disciples of the Evil Moon Sect also killed the mountain gate, at that time, he was one person with two palms, fighting the opponent alone, and killing the enemy in the mountain gate.

At that time, he was full of spirit, and his palm was like the top of Mount Tai, but now, the elder's career did not temper his martial arts, but made his heart slacken.

He felt fear, his body was trembling, but he couldn't let people see it, he understood that if he retreated, the Qingzhu Sect would cease to exist.

"Qingzhu Sect Lu Bohan, please give me advice!"

A remnant flower was blown by the wind, rolling in the wind, and swept in front of Lu Bohan, Lu Bohan suddenly moved, lightning forward, and the strong wind raised instantly broke the remnant flower into two, and his hand was condensed with fine light, and the martial soul appeared in thirty-three days.

As soon as he made a move, he used his best palm, Sumeru palm.

A palm is a world, and it is a matter of life or death - he has no choice.

The wind stopped, the air seemed to be stagnant, no one moved, they didn't even dare to breathe, they watched Lu Bohan and the Thirteen Taibao fight together, their palms flickering, and the sword light flickered.

It's not a few moves later, maybe a hundred moves, maybe a thousand moves, when the palm shadow and the sword light separated, everyone saw Lu Bohan's embarrassed appearance.

His body was covered with blood, and his clothes were covered with swords, and under the swords of his clothes, there were blood-red wounds, and he was wounded, perhaps not severely, but the mere bleeding would have killed him, but there was still not the slightest yield in his eyes.

"Come again!"

His palms are like two hills, his people are like a cheetah, and his speed is faster than at the beginning, as fast as a shooting star.

But he forgot that although the meteor is beautiful, it is the most ephemeral beauty, and it is also the most fragile beauty.

The leading man in black and his knife appeared in front of Lu Bohan.

Pale hands, pitch-black knives.

The curved blade is almost perfect, and the perfect knife is also the closest to death, so that others are closest to death.

The eyes exposed on the black veil carried a sharp light, and this light hit the knife, and the person and the knife seemed to merge into one.

"Kill!"

A hoarse voice sounded, and the man and the knife melted into the wind, the wind blew across the hill, and the knife slashed at Lu Bohan's body.

With a hiss, a bloody arm flew out.

"Ahh

At this time, the screams sounded, and Lu Bohan staggered a few steps with his broken arm in his arms, half-kneeling on the ground, his face pale.

"Elder!"

"Elder!"

......

At this moment, whether they like Lu Bohan or dislike him, they all rushed up, there is no so-called love and disgust in their hearts, there is only an old man who sacrifices himself for the sect, they can't let him die, never!

The swords were unsheathed, and the swords out of the sheath were bright, reflecting the sunlight and forming a bright ribbon of light.

The man in black in the lead gave a look, and the other twelve people understood, inserted the scimitar back into his waist, and took out the pitch-black longbow behind his back.

The longbow had been roaring for a long time, and when its master held it, it immediately made an excited "buzzing" sound.

Taking arrows, building bows, and shooting out seem to be rehearsed thousands of times, the key is speed, uniform speed, twelve longbows let out a sharp roar, and twelve arrows shot out, turning into streamers in the air, and shooting into the heads of the warriors rushing in front of them.

The heads, like watermelons, burst open in an instant, and blood splattered everywhere—everyone stopped.

The man in black shouted neatly: "Those who dare to go further - die!"

Silent!

There were only more than 200 people present, and only 20 arrows per person were needed to shoot everyone; Lu Bohan knew that the 13 Taibao could ride and shoot them, and under the unity of men and horses, no one could grab their sleeves, and the final result could only be death.

He reluctantly roared, "Don't come up!"

With a buzz, the tip of the knife pointed at the tip of his nose, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Submit or die." ”

Lu Bohan smiled, sneering and cold

"The Qingzhu Sect has never surrendered an elder, if you want to kill it, kill it!"

He can frame Han Chuang, he can send someone to kill Nie Qingqing, but he will never do anything to betray the sect, the sect is his root, if the root is gone, people will become rootless duckweed, and life will become lifeless.

So he refused to submit, he knew that the only end of refusal was death, and he was ready to die.

Closing his eyes and puffing out his chest, he felt the pitch-black knife slowly lift and lift again......

He knew that the opponent wanted to cut off his head, and the slender scimitar wanted to cut off a person's head, and there must be enough room to exert force, and when the enemy thought that there was enough space to exert force, it was time for him to die.

He felt the blade approaching his neck, the cold, murderous aura stinging his neck.

Dead, he thought.

At this moment, the cold wind suddenly rose, and when he heard it, Lu Bohan opened his eyes violently and saw an incredible scene:

A heavy sword that was one person tall and half a person wide was in front of him, and the person who used the sword was Han Chuang, who made him hate it to the bone.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Han Chuang, you traitor, did you come up to the mountain to see my jokes?"

Han Chuang didn't look back, a pair of eyes stared at the thirteen people opposite, and replied coldly: "I'm here to save the sect." ”

Lu Bo smiled coldly: "You would be so kind?"

Han Chuang said: "I don't know if I'm kind or not, I only know that the Qingzhu Sect can't be destroyed." ”

Yes, the Qingzhu Sect cannot be destroyed.

Han Chuang performed a peerless light skill, and took Nie Qingqing all the way to the mountain gate, and when he arrived at the mountain gate, he saw that the man in black was preparing to kill Lu Bohan, although Lu Bohan was his enemy, but he was also an elder of the Qingzhu Sect, he had to save it, so he threw the heavy sword.

The three-hundred-pound heavy sword shot out like a cannonball, Han Chuang unfolded his body at the same time to chase the sword, and with a bang, the heavy sword swung open the scimitar, and at the same time, Han Chuang's sword arrived, and his hand was firmly held on the hilt.

Everyone only saw a black light, a figure, and then saw Han Chuang standing between the man in black and Lu Bohan.

Lin Ping and Helian Mo in the crowd glanced at each other, and Gu saw the consternation in each other's eyes.

Lin Ping said: "Can you reach such a fast speed?"

Helian Mo, who has a martial soul war beast, has a natural advantage in speed and agility, but even he is ashamed of Han Chuang's speed.

"No, you can't. He said frustratedly: "I thought that if I broke through the late stage of Huayuan, I would be able to catch up with him, but I didn't want the distance between us to get farther and farther away, I hope he can solve the crisis of the sect this time." ”

Lin Ping didn't speak, just held his rusty knife tightly.