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The left and right groups, which have been on opposite sides for a long time, unexpectedly came together because of this unexpected incident. The Qinglian Zun Xiao Yang is the link connecting the two disciples.

What Henry Zhang just said made the disciples on the left and right very convinced. Ask yourself, if you were the one being caught on the bush slope waiting to be executed by Ling Chi, wouldn’t you expect the sect to come to rescue you? No one dares

When shouldering this responsibility, Qinglian Zunzuo stood up.

He instantly won the respect of countless disciples, who all stepped forward to challenge him.

Henry Zhang didn’t expect that the scene would suddenly turn into this, so he couldn’t help but froze for a moment and frowned slightly.

Having too many people is not a good thing.

He chose to go alone, not because of temporary impulse.

The Divine Whip Sect has set up a dragnet on the shrub slopes, and if the weak Jianzong disciples go there, it will only increase casualties. Xiao Yang will never allow this to happen. Otherwise, as the Holy Fire Lord said, six people were saved, but more people were sacrificed.

For many people, this account cannot be settled.

Henry Zhang waved his hand, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

Invisibly, Xiao Yang’s prestige in the left and right branches of the Sword Sect has been enhanced to a certain extent.

“Brothers, please be patient.” Xiao Yang smiled calmly and said, “In my heart, Xiao Yang, the Sword Sect has never been divided into left and right branches. As long as they are the children of my Sword Sect, they should watch each other and respect each other.

Leave the six brothers on the bush slope to me." Xiao Yang took a selfie of his chest and said loudly, "Everyone, wait for my triumphant return."

"Qinglian Zun, one more person will bring more power!" A disciple shouted without giving up.

The long sword in Xiao Yang's hand was lightly retracted, and he said, "We can't go through this battle with great fanfare. Having more people is not a good thing." Xiao Yang waved his hand directly, "Just do what I said." With a glance, Ning Gu, Xu Hongzun

Zuo and Ye Sang stood beside him with firm eyes at this moment. Henry Zhang opened his mouth, but was still speechless, and nodded, "Let's go!"

Henry Zhang turned around resolutely and quickly disappeared from the exit of the valley.

Ning Gu and three others followed closely.

Almost at the same time, a group of teams that had not been noticed by the Sword Sect disciples rushed out of the deep valley.

Strong men from various countries led by Bawei.

These are the trump cards that Henry Zhang relies on.

Twenty-eight people, each one experienced the bloody battle with the Emperor's Guard that night in the island country, and each one has his own trump card to save his life and kill the enemy.

Xiao Yang is not a reckless man. If he wants to save people, his strength alone is too small to take care of everyone. He rejected the rest of Jian Zong's invitations to fight because he still has a group of forces in his hand that are more powerful than the current Jian Zong disciples. And this group of forces

Its existence can definitely catch the Divine Whip Sect outside the shrub slope by surprise.

In the dark night, figures stalk.

"Let the 'rabbit spirit' stay on your shoulder." Seeing Ye Sang trying to keep the 'rabbit spirit' temporarily, Xiao Yang couldn't help but remind him. And the 'rabbit spirit' got hold of Xiao Yang's order.

Holding Ye Sang's collar and not letting go.

"Little cutie, it will be very dangerous later, remember to stay away." Ye Sang gently touched the ears of the 'rabbit spirit'.

Danger?

Henry Zhang felt hairy all over his body and glanced at this seemingly harmless 'rabbit spirit'.

Shrub slopes, cold wind blowing.

Torches reaching the sky!

At the top of the slope, six figures were tied up with five-flowered ropes. Standing beside them were indifferent figures, holding a sharp knife and dagger in their hands, and a long whip hanging from their waists.

The cold wind blew across the faces of the six people.

Six young figures stood upright, staring ahead and saying nothing.

"Hmph! Even if you don't tell us, we have already discovered that your Sword Sect's lair is hidden in these high mountains." In front of the six people, a burly figure spoke indifferently and said in a deep voice, "What are you going to do?

If you want to avoid the misfortune of being executed in Lingchi, you might as well say it out loud. I will give you a whole corpse."

The six young figures looked at the figure with indifference, and almost at the same time, they let out a loud sigh.

"I, Xu Weijiang, have said it countless times. I consider myself unlucky today. When I came here to hunt with my brothers, I ran into you bunch of bastards! If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please. You can't even expect to learn anything about the Sword Sect from our mouths.

."

"Execution by Lingchi? Haha, I haven't tried it yet. Give me a try."

"It's so cool to die being served by a bunch of turtles and grandsons!"

The smile on the face of the distinguished figure in front stiffened, replaced by a burst of anger. His eyes swept over the six teenagers like poisonous snakes, but he was secretly surprised in his heart. He originally thought that this group of teenagers was just seventeen or eighteen years old.

It was extremely easy to intimidate him, but I didn't expect him to have such an iron will. Even when Ling Chi was executed, he didn't show any fear at all.

With a cold snort, he looked at the six of them coldly, "I want to see if anyone is here to save you."

With a flick of his sleeves, the statue turned around and entered a tent.

Inside the tent, a figure with withered hair stood stooped, with an urn placed in front of him.

Last night, a fire burned down more than ten people from the Divine Whip Sect here, including Ping Qilin and others.

The hatred between the two sides cannot end.

"Elder Kumu." The elder bowed and spoke softly, with awe in his eyes.

Elder Kumu is one of the several powerful elders sent by the Divine Whip Sect to search for traces of the Sword Sect in Yunnan. At the same time, he is also the master of Ping Qilin.

Tonight, Elder Kumu comes for revenge.

He also concluded that Jian Zong must be hiding nearby.

"What haven't you asked yet?" Elder Kumu's voice was low and hoarse. His rickety body was like a waning old man, and his hands were on the verge of drying up. However, the frightening evil aura that permeated his body made the man dare not breathe more.

.

"The six little bastards refused to tell me even to death."

"Humph, Shi Rong, prepare to go down. In ten minutes, prepare to execute." Elder Kumu's eyes were filled with murderous intent and his face was extremely ferocious. "I would like to see how strong the Jianzong's patience is."

"Yes, elder."

Lord Shi Rong nodded, hesitated, and asked tentatively, "Should we inform the other elders about our actions tonight?"

"No need." Elder Kumu waved his hand and smiled evilly, "Tonight we are just asking for some interest. Jian Zong may not dare to poke his head out, let alone, what if they all come out? Today's Jian Zong, Lian Xinlei

There is only one person in the tribulation, and he has just passed through the tribulation. Such an existence is not enough to be feared."

The Divine Whip Sect has received a lot of information from the Sword Sect, but... there seems to be a slight deviation in this information.

Enough to be fatal.

Shrub slopes, knife light flashing.

The cold and sharp sword light flashed across the eyes from time to time, freezing the hearts of the six teenagers.

In all directions, torches were raised high, illuminating the hillside like daylight. In terms of number of people, there were at least fifty or sixty people from the Divine Whip Sect tonight. And each one of them had strong aura, and they were not just a mob.

The flames soared into the sky, giving off a chilly aura.

The six teenagers looked at each other at this moment, and suddenly burst into laughter at the same time.

"Haha! Come on! You guys, I'll take note of how many knives there are."

"When you are killed by our Sword Sect and thrown into hell, I will look for you to repay you."

Shi Rongzun's face was gloomy and uncertain. The six people in front of him didn't look like people who could pry open the door at all. The coldness in his eyes flashed, and his arms were raised gently...

There are patrols from the Divine Whip Sect within a three-mile radius, and no trace of the enemy has been found yet. Master Shi Rong does not want to wait any longer.

"Draw the knife!"

call!

The sword lights all rose together, drawing a stunning arc.

"Thousands of cuts, behead!"

Shi Rong looked at the six people with a sinister smile, "How many swords? Let me help you count. The first sword!"

Swish, swish, swish!

The sword light fell instantly.

The six people opened their eyes wide at the same time and shouted, "Jian Zong, undefeated!"

A belief in their hearts supports their world.

not afraid!

Clang clang clang!!!

In an instant, there were several crisp clinks, and six long knives were spread out instantly. At the same time, the ropes tied to the six people exploded with a bang.

"ah!"
To be continued...