Zong Kun shouted: "Don't listen to his nonsense, Wushuang Sect Fellow, later is your only chance, don't miss it, look at the move." ”

He waved his sleeve robe and scattered the ball of light on his head, which turned into countless blood-colored streamers and adhered to the spirit sword, and the power of the spirit sword suddenly increased by several layers.

Xuan Zhen's pressure increased sharply, his expression became more and more ugly, he didn't dare to remove his shield to attack Zong Kun with all his might, otherwise the disciples of the three factions behind him would suffer, and he couldn't let these disciples retreat, otherwise his face as a Yuanying senior would be gloomy, so he could only resist aggrievedly under the attack of Brother Jindan, and for the time being, there was no other way than to call for a black cloud lightning strike.

Obviously, with the help of Xiaoyaoju's fellow disciples, the black cloud and lightning were no longer able to interfere with Zong Kun.

"Peerless Daoist, what are you waiting for, let's go!"

Controlling 10,000 spirit swords, the consumption is extremely high, the effect of the medicine is about to run out, Zong Kun is already at the end of the strong crossbow, and even the seven orifices have blood stains oozing, he saw that Su Hao and the others were still suspended in place and did not leave, he couldn't help but be anxious, if no one spread the news of this place, Uncle Zhicang returned a hundred years later, and he didn't know who to find if he wanted to take revenge, then he and the others would die in vain today.

Liu Ran said to Su Hao: "Senior brother, why don't we go back first?" ”

Chu Zhao and Chu Yi also looked at Shizun one after another, waiting for his decision.

Su Hao shook his head, did not speak, and stared intently at the spirit sword flying in the sky, the light in his eyes flashing.

Liu Ran sighed, stepped on the flying sword and hovered quietly beside him, no longer persuading.

Chu Zhao, Chu Yi and Xu Li looked at each other, and they all saw the determination in the eyes of the others.

During the Qi refining period, when he encountered a Yuan Ying and dozens of Jindan monks, he was afraid that he would be dead.

If you are buried here today, it will be bad luck, no wonder, after all, even if you leave now, it will be difficult to successfully escape the pursuit of Yuan Ying.

When the enemy kills the general, the only way to do it is to work hard to draw the sword, so that they can see the backbone of the unparalleled door.

While Chu Zhao was paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, he frequently focused his gaze on Shizun, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

With Shizun's character, he will not be so timid that he doesn't even dare to escape, I'm afraid that he is also for the sake of the sect, and is ready to sacrifice himself and others to give the sect enough time for development.

He understands this very well.

Just, does this work? Will there be enough time?

If Shizun and a person with such qualifications as himself and his sister die, even if he gives Wushuangmen another hundred years, he will not be able to cultivate enough combat power, and when the Yuan Infant Stage High Cultivation appears in the Wushuangmen station, the people of Wushuangmen will have no ability to resist!

If you take advantage of the time to run back to Xiaogushan, let everyone give up the station and seek another development, although it is distressing, as long as everyone is there, there will always be a chance to make a comeback.

But why is the Master indifferent?

Can't figure it out.

Sighing secretly, Chu Zhao made up his mind that no matter what, he would follow in the footsteps of his master, even if the next step was the Netherworld Yellow Spring.

The teacher's life is greater than the sky, even if he has no chance to avenge his mother, he will not hesitate.

"Alas," Seeing that everyone in the Wushuang Sect was so frightened by Xuanzhen that they didn't dare to move, Zong Kun shook his head in disappointment, and said to the disciples behind him: "It's better to ask for others than for yourself, and later everyone will scatter and run away, as long as you can go out, even if you succeed, everyone, you will reunite in the next life." ”

"Reunite in the next life."

At the moment of life and death, the disciples of Xiaoyaoju shouted together, showing the fearless spirit of a medium-sized sect.

"Ridiculous," at this moment, Xuan Zhen's voice sounded suddenly, destroying the tragic atmosphere created by the disciples of the Wandering Residence, and he said in a cold tone, "Do you think you can go?" ”

"If you can go, you have to try, everyone listen to me......"

"Whew!"

Zong Kun wanted to fight again, but Xuan Zhen suddenly launched a divine soul attack, and a sharp whistle sound spit out from his mouth, and an unbearable chirp immediately appeared in the minds of the monks who lived in the free house, except for the three Jin Dan, the rest of the disciples hugged their heads and screamed miserably, rolling all over the ground.

Zong Kun, Zong Bai and other Jin Dan were also extremely uncomfortable, and they all fell to the ground and tried their best to resist.

The spirit sword in the sky lost Zong Kun's control, and fell down with a crackle, covering a thick layer on the ground, and some of them fell far away from the mountain peak.

The disciples of the three sects of Guangqing saw that their eyes were shining, their breathing was short, and they couldn't wait to rush down immediately to pick up a few.

Zong Kun also wanted to exercise again, Xuan Zhen threw a rope magic weapon at him, tied him strongly, he struggled a few times, and found that the rope was getting tighter and tighter, and the skin and flesh were almost strangled over, and he roared unwillingly, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Zong Bai and the other Jin Dan raised their long swords, pointed at the disciples of the three Guangqing sects who were suspended in the sky, and shouted: "The disciples of the free house listen to the order. ”

"The disciple is here."

"Meet the enemy with me."

"Order."

Nearly 100 disciples of the Wandering House responded at the same time, raising their long swords one after another, ready to fight to the death.

Xuan Zhen withdrew his mana, and the shield returned to its normal size, he looked at the crack on it, smiled disapprehantly, and after putting it away, he looked at the carefree disciples who were waiting at his feet with a relaxed expression, and said disdainfully: "This Ten Thousand Swords Optimus is nothing more than that, after the real person gets tired of seeing it, it will be broken with one move." ”

"Old Ancestor is mighty!"

The clever Zhuji disciple behind him shouted very doggedly, and the other disciples hurriedly followed, and for a while, the sound of singing merit and praise virtue was chaotic.

Xuan Zhen glanced back at the first Zhuji disciple who had been the first to shout with satisfaction, and smiled and nodded at him.

The disciple's face flushed with excitement, and he looked forward to it.

Xuanzhen looked in the direction of Su Hao and the others again, and was even more happy when he saw that Liu Ran and the others, who were extremely pretty, were still there.

He shook his neck, put on a posture that he was about to get serious after warming up, and said with a smile: "This spirit sword all over the ground is the evidence of your guilt in the free house and the foreign enemy, the real person will put it away for the time being, and later convicted, the real person will accept your life on behalf of the sky, and go down to the Nine Shadows, if you have any grievances, go to the elders of the sect and ask them why they have done such an unforgivable evil thing." ”

Zong Kun suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, glared at Xuanzhen, and shouted loudly: "Xuanzhen old thief, you not only destroy my mountain gate, but also kill people and punish your heart, Lao Dao is one step ahead today, waiting for you to be broken into thousands of pieces in the underworld, and at that time, Lao Dao will be the first to come over and eat your flesh and blood." ”

Xuan Zhen laughed and said: "You are not the first person to put such a curse on the real person, and you will not be the last, the real person told you that you will never wait for that day, then again, you will eat human flesh and drink human blood when you open your mouth, and say that you have not entered the demon path?" God doesn't believe in you. ”

Click~

A bolt of lightning fell from the black cloud and slashed at Zong Kun's body.

"Look, it's been struck by lightning!"

Burst~

Zong Kun vomited blood in a big gulp.

Xuan Zhen laughed for a while, and suddenly beckoned to the spirit swords all over the ground, and said softly, "The sword is coming." ”

When the divine consciousness and mana are released at the same time, it is necessary to put away these ten thousand spirit swords.

I saw that the spirit sword trembled, but it did not return to him magnificently as he expected, but like a lazy person sleeping, he turned over, and there was no movement.

"Huh?"

Xuan Zhen was a little embarrassed, increased the output of his divine sense and mana, and shouted again: "The sword is coming." ”

This time it was even more straightforward, and the spirit sword didn't even move.

The disciples of the three sects of Guangqing looked at each other, no one dared to make a sound, and they were all a little overwhelmed.

After all, if you dare to cheer up the ancestor at this time, whoever drums will die.

Xuan Zhen was shocked, and his divine sense searched in all directions, except for the five lambs to be slaughtered in Wushuangmen, there were no other monks hiding near him.

With a squint of eyes, it must be an unknown means of Xiaoyaoju, and he stared at Zong Kun viciously and said: "Good and evil, when you die, you will humiliate the real person, how can this keep you, die." ”