Fantasy: My Disciples Are All Protagonist Templates

quiet!
The audience fell silent.

One after another looked in astonishment at the mountain that Mingfeng Sword Ancestor hit, but it was a pity that the smoke was so thick that it was impossible to see the real situation clearly.

"Mingfeng Sword Ancestor, are you okay!"

"It's impossible for something to happen. The Netherwind Sword Ancestor is extremely close to an immortal, and now he is already a half-immortal."

"Immortal, how could something happen?"

Soon, the consciousness of the monks present spread out.

I saw that the Netherwind Sword Ancestor, who was still imposing not long ago, was extremely weak at this time, and the vitality in his body was greatly disintegrated.

They hesitated!
They thought that the Netherwind Sword Ancestor was already an invincible existence, but they didn't expect that they would end up like this after being swayed.

Mu Xingyu, Zhou Feng, and Xu Tianming died one after another, and their leader is no longer there.

Now even the Nether Wind Sword Ancestor has been knocked down by Lin Wushuang.

It can be said that they panicked.

And terrified.

Especially for some casual cultivators, their legs were trembling involuntarily.

They wanted to fish in troubled waters and get some benefits.

But who would have guessed that not only would they not be able to reap any benefits today, but they might even die from it!

Even if he escaped by chance today, he may be retaliated and targeted by the Lin family in the future.

What a wrong step, wrong step!

"kill!"

Suddenly, Lin Jian let out a roar, and immediately raised his sword.

Holding a spirit sword in his hand, he raised his hand and waved a large piece of sword light.

One after another the figures screamed, and then disappeared into the world.

"I'm coming!" Lin Rushi's sword intent was raging, and the rising aura brushed some of his robes, hunting, and his long hair rose into the sky in an upside-down shape.

He hates!

I hate these monks who fish in troubled waters, but I also hate these people's greedy hearts.

Among these people, some of them have received the favor of their Lin family.

Now that they don't think about their old friendship, they draw their swords and almost destroy their Lin family.

Waves of twelve epee swords swept out one after another.

In just an instant, many monks were swallowed up.

He killed people more ruthlessly than Lin Jian.

"If there is a way to heaven, if you don't go, if there is no way to hell, you will come!"

Lin Ruyan said coldly, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, the scene of Senluo Hell reappeared, and a large forest of swords enveloped most of the monks present.

From time to time, they died one after another under the artistic conception of Lin Ruyan's sword.

"You can't live by committing sin!"

Ye Lingfeng let out a muffled snort, the long sword in his hand trembled suddenly, and waves of eighteen heavy swords swept out instantly, the power and power of the sword were far beyond what Lin Ru could match.

From this, it can be seen how terrifying Ye Lingfeng's natural sword bones are!
And at this moment, on the other side of the sky, a mighty team of monks appeared, with strangely shaped magic weapons under their feet and piercing eyes.

In just a split second, he has already arrived in front of him.

"Ah! It's a monk from Shenlongmen!"

"What, isn't it true that Shenlongmen can't go out of the mountain and be watched by the Lord of the Wilderness?"

"what's the situation!"

……

Following the appearance of these monks, the disciples of Tianxingmen present recognized them at a glance.

He is a disciple of Shenlongmen.

They wore the iconic Xingyue robes of Shenlongmen, with a black dragon pattern embroidered on their backs, baring their teeth and claws.

He is undoubtedly a monk of Shenlongmen.

"Master... the sword, the master of Howling Sword Peak!"

Ye Lingfeng's eyes lit up, and he could tell at a glance that it was his master in Shenlongmen. He blurted out, but when he thought that he had quit the sect, he muttered and changed his words.

The visitor glanced at Ye Lingfeng, but did not speak.

Then he glanced at the disciples of Tianxingmen who were present, staring at him with long faces, not angry but majestic.

It is indeed Shenlongmen, the peak master of Jianxiao Peak, Huang Jijian is undoubtedly.

To be precise, most of the disciples of Sword Xiaofeng of Shenlongmen came.

"Kill, none of the disciples of Tianxingmen will be left!"

Glancing at the injury on Ye Lingfeng's chest, Huang Jijian's expression darkened, and he groaned.

He stood in mid-air, holding a sword in his hand, with white hair, a pair of deep and cloudy eyes with a touch of monstrous anger, and the strong wind blowing, bulging his robe.

The fit period is ten heavy!
Huang Jijian's cultivation level was tenth in the fusion stage, but in terms of aura, he was not as strong as Lin Wushuang.

After all, he is only one of the 32 peaks of Shenlongmen.

It can also be seen from this that the strength of the two major sects in the Great Wilderness is the real overlord.

Although there are rules in the Great Wilderness, they are rules that have been passed down from the time of our ancestors.

It is stipulated by the Lord of the Great Wilderness.

A sect can only be a sect, not an aristocratic clan or a sect at the same time.

Avoid the tilt of power in the Great Wilderness!

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

……

The sword cultivator brought by Huang Jijian was full of fighting spirit, and rushed towards the disciples of the top ten peaks of Tianxingmen madly, like enemies meeting each other, extremely jealous.

No wonder!
Shenlongmen and Tianxingmen are two old enemies, and they are both the most powerful sects in the Great Wilderness.

On weekdays, you come and go, and the grievances have long been like fire and water.

It's just that the anger of both sides was suppressed by the Lord of the Wilderness, and they had no choice but to pour it out. Now that they finally got the chance, they naturally had to fight it out.

"Huang Jijian, how dare you come!!
Mingfeng Sword Ancestor stood up staggeringly, his clothes were tattered, his face was unkempt, with blood stains on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of bloody anger, he was staring at him while he was humming.

Huang Jijian was originally of the same generation as his Mingfeng sword ancestor.

It's just that the talent and cultivation of Mingfeng Sword Ancestor far surpassed that of Huang Jijian.

This is also why a sword ancestor in Tianxingmen can order the peak master.

One can only be the peak master in Shenlongmen.

"Underworld Sword Ancestor..."

Huang Jijian was slightly taken aback, he was very surprised that Mingfeng Sword Ancestor would be injured.

Mingfeng Sword Ancestor has now stepped into the cultivation base of a half-immortal. It stands to reason that once he leaves the customs, and joins the Mu, Xu, and Zhou families, he should be invincible.

But now, a living and embarrassed Nether Wind Sword Ancestor actually appeared in front of his eyes.

Furthermore, the reason why he was able to take Jian Xiaofeng's disciples out of the sect was entirely because he found that the Lord of the Great Desolation suddenly let go of their Shenlongmen and relaxed his attention.

It seems that they intend to let them out of the dragon gate.

This is why Huang Jijian was able to leave Shenlongmen.

He was still thinking that he would keep Ye Lingfeng no matter what, after all Ye Lingfeng was the most talented among the many disciples he accepted by Huang Jijian.

Even if there is no place to die!
Even if Ye Lingfeng has voluntarily quit Shenlongmen.

But a teacher for one day is a father for life, and vice versa.

Huang Jijian has always regarded Ye Lingfeng as his son.

But who would have expected that when he saw this guy, Mingfeng Sword Ancestor, this guy was actually wounded.

what's the situation?
With surprise in his eyes, Huang Jijian turned his head and glanced at Lin Wushuang. Lin Wushuang didn't speak, but his eyes seemed to be conveying something.

At this time, it is inconvenient to speak.

Because of this fellow Mingfeng Sword Ancestor, he wanted to run away.

"Go away!"

Lin Wushuang and Huang Jijian spoke in unison, staring at Mingfeng Sword Ancestor who had disappeared in place as an afterimage, and shouted loudly.