"Master, there is a lot of terror in the back mountains." The second senior brother said.

Qing Zhuo also nodded with anxiety on his face, at this critical juncture of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, except for the more than fifty of them, the rest of the disciples were fighting against the Blood Demon Valley army in the square of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The aura of one of the figures was getting closer and closer, and this aura was comparable to that of a saint.

"The old man went to meet him for a while, and the old man has been doing it for a long time." An elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who had lived for a long time said, and rushed towards that terrifying aura without any hesitation.

Qingzhuo and everyone also bowed to the old man, and Qingzhuo also knew that this was a lot of bad luck. This person was the strongest elder among them except for Qing Zhuo. There were four elders in their group, and the rest were disciples.

Qing Zhuo was also targeted by a terrifying aura and couldn't leave. Because he knew that if he left to meet the enemy, the rest of the disciples would probably be wiped out.

"Elder Qingxu has gone to buy us time to escape, and we have to speed up and escape." An elder spoke.

The crowd quickened their pace, and the terrifying aura approached again.

A young disciple turned to Qing Zhuo and the others, and the elder said, "I am Qing Xu, the eldest disciple of Qingyu's master, I will go and meet these demons for a while." With that, he drew his sword and rushed towards the terrifying aura. With Qingxu's precedent, everyone is scrambling to buy time for everyone.

"No, my old bones are not dead, you are not allowed to go, I am the elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Hidden Scripture Pavilion Guarding the Pavilion Qing Xiaotian." An old man saw the disciples and spoke, and then said to a young disciple behind him, "In the future, you will be the elder of my Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and all the secret scriptures of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect are in this box, even if you die, you must protect this box and not let the Ten Thousand Swords Sect break the inheritance." After speaking, he handed the box in his arms to the young disciple and patted him on the shoulder.

The old man turned into a sword qi and rushed into the back mountain, shouting, "I am the elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Qing Xiaotian, what you want is in the hands of the old man." The old man rushed to the other side of the back mountain, and sure enough, that terrifying aura chased towards Elder Qing Xiaotian.

Everyone fled in grief and indignation, among which the young disciple just now cried the saddest, in his impression that his master was an old-fashioned and very strict old man with himself, except for staying in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion every day was a big sleep, he didn't look like an elder at all, but when it came to a critical moment, he stepped forward.

On the other side, the Great Array of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was also broken, and the head of Qingyu was also about to die, and the disciples of the sect were no longer able to resist the army of the Blood Demon Valley.

Suddenly, a warm breath came from the forbidden land of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and this breath isolated the ancestors and the army of the Blood Demon Valley clan from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and the aura slowly healed the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

In the back mountain, the eleven disciples of Qing Zhuo seemed to be discussing something in their eyes, and they smiled at each other to understand each other's meaning, and turned around and kowtowed to Qing Zhuo and said, "Master, I'll wait to get a glimpse of the demon." ”

"No, your senior brother is gone, so I can't let you go on adventures too." Qing Zhuo hurriedly grabbed them.

"We are the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, not cowardly and incompetent, the master is waiting for us to come back." Little Twelve spoke, although there was a smile on her face, it was difficult to hide her sadness.

The eleven disciples of Qing Zhuo kowtowed to Qing Zhuo, and then got up and left.

"We are the eleven disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and we dare to fight with us." The second senior brother said.

A ghostly figure appeared, with a little blood on it, both his and someone else's. The ghost appeared with a trace of blood on his mouth, he licked it and showed a smile, as if he was reminiscing about something, and said, "The three people in front of me just now have become my blood food, and you are no exception. ”

Qing Zhuo hurriedly wanted to go up to stop them, but another figure appeared, this person was full of blood, and he looked very terrifying, "Your opponent is me, I am the new ancestor king of the Blood Demon Valley." ”

An old man behind Qing Zhuo said to Qing Zhuo, "You can rest assured to fight with him, I will help your apprentices, and the rest of the people will quickly escape from the back mountain." ”