Spirit Sword Sovereign

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Episode 782

Yun Changqing's obstruction made everyone stop and his eyebrows curled tightly.

Just now, the ancient stars of the stars set up a large formation. Liu Wentian and Gu Fanxing shot at the same time, almost pushing Wanjian Pavilion to the desperate situation. Just when everyone was disheartened, Fan Wujie sacrificed the legendary ancient sword, and the sword was shocking and thorough. Reversed the situation.

They were about to take advantage of the situation, but Yun Changqing spoke out to stop it, and stopped the way. Such a move obviously attracted everyone's dissatisfaction and suffocated in his heart.

Fan Wuchen's gloomy eyes saw him frostyly saying: "Yun Changqing, get out of here immediately, so as not to stop us from annihilating the enemy's head. Today, the ancient stars must die."

"The patriarch holds the legendary ancient sword, no one can stop it. If he doesn't continue to hunt down now, he will only let the tiger return to the mountain!" Someone started to shout again, his voice full of anger.

Yun Changqing heard this sullen voice, his heart was so sad and sighed.

Subsequently, he looked back at Fan Wuxie in front of him, and cold eyes glanced at himself. Obviously, Fan Wuxie was also dissatisfied with Yun Changqing's approach.

"Patriarch, please listen to me." Yun Changqing took a deep breath, the helpless color on his face no longer, became particularly solemn, solemn, silently bearing the cold eyes of everyone.

"The arrival of the Star Crusade not only brought together 130,000 masters, but also quickly arranged the 28-star constellation. It was awe-inspiring. The chaotic war just now proved this, and they could feel their hearts. Savage intent. "

Yun Changqing stared directly at Brahma without loosing, and said: "The patriarch holds the legendary ancient sword, with one enemy and two, and it is indeed unmatched, but the inside of the other party is also not to be underestimated. The outer door was almost destroyed, and there were only more than 40,000 people left. Looking at the ancient sect of the stars, there are still 80,000 people. If you continue to hunt, it will definitely lead to the struggle of the other party. "

With that said, Yun Changqing looked at the disciples around Wanjian Pavilion and continued: "Twenty-eight Star Constellations are already good at positional warfare. We rushed forward and rushed forward. We were not close to each other. At that time, even if we can win, it will only be a terrible victory. What is the significance of this result? "

The crowd stared at Yun Changqing, their gazes slightly, and they all looked at Fan Wujie.

"I agree with the Evergreen Sword Master's suggestion." At this time, Tang Yunhuan's voice rang out, she walked to Yun Changqing's side and said, "The Wanjian Pavilion at this moment is already wounded and hurt, it is inappropriate to continue. Fight hard, look at the Pavilion Master think twice. "

After she had finished speaking, Lei Yuanguang and Su Lengliu also stood up. The four people in the group, with their eyes piercing and scorching eyes, focused on the focus of Fan Wujie, and did not want Fan Wujie to continue the pursuit.

After the tussle just now, the outer gate of Wanjian Pavilion was almost wiped out, and the people who survived were all the talented disciples of the sword pavilion.

These disciples are all cultivated with painstaking effort. For the four sword masters, it is like their own children. How could they be willing to let them die.

As they said, if Wanjian Pavilion continues to hunt, the result may be victorious, but it is also a terrible victory. On the contrary, if you retreat without fighting, although the ancient Guzong will be safely escaped, the loss of Wanjian Pavilion will be minimal.

Fan Wujie looked at the four sword masters coldly, glanced at them, and looked at the ancient stars of the ancient ancestors who were gradually away. He said: "The war today is related to the thousand-year reputation of Wanjian Pavilion. , Die! "

As soon as his words fell, a violent breath burst out, wrapped in the tremendous sword pressure of the legendary ancient sword, and directly pressed against the four people, and flew them out easily.

Puff puff puff puff!

Four red blood pillars spit out from the four people's mouths, and finally hit the ground hard, but Fan Wujie didn't look at them, turned around, his palms were just raised, but clouds appeared again in front of him. Evergreen's Ricky figure.

At this time, he was stained with mottled blood stains and touched by the wind, making the figure more rickety. A pair of turbid eyes slowly lifted up and persuaded: "The two tigers fighting, it will be a loss of both sides, although Wanjiange's thousand-year reputation is important However, compared with this, the incense inheritance of Wanjian Pavilion is even more important. "

As this voice fell, a dull voice sounded without warning, and I saw Yun Changqing buckle his forehead and smashed it down on the ground. He said loudly, "Look at the Lord, think twice!"

"Look at the Lord Pavilion!" After Yun Changqing knocked his head, the other three sword lords also rushed over and said, forehead buckled, without any hesitation.

The crowd of Wan Jiange showed a look of consternation, especially those of the inner disciples, who had a trace of embarrassment on their faces, and the flaming fighting intention that had just ignited began to dissipate.

The success story led by Yun Changqing, although not high in status, but they have always treated the disciples of the inner disciples, always knowing how to speak and answering questions. Although they are strict, they have trained countless outstanding disciples and dedicated themselves.

They do n’t pay much attention to the thousand-year-old fame of Wanjian Pavilion, they only care about the life and death of their disciples, and only care about the incense inheritance of Wanjian Pavilion.

"you guys……"

After the silent film sounded, Fan Wujie finally spoke, and the four sword masters hurriedly looked up, but they met a pair of extremely cold eyes, and then said, "Do you really think I dare not shoot?"

A few words, just like the twelfth lunar flying frost, gave the four people a strong sense of sadness, and their heads were blank. They only heard Brahma Wucao ruthlessly said: "If the reputation of Wanjian Pavilion is destroyed once, how should we face The ancestors of the sword pavilion, fearing their heads and fearing their tails, will only let the mermaids kill you. As the sword master, you do not understand this, which is really sad. "

"Because I am the sword master of the Wanjian Pavilion, I have to take action to block it!" Facing the sentence of Fan Wujie, Yun Changqing suddenly stood up and said indignantly: "If the patriarch has a heart for the four of us The killing intention can be directly shot, if the death of the four of us can protect the incense of the Wanjian Pavilion, why not die! "

"To shut up!"

Fan Wujie finally could not bear the coldness in his heart, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the face of Yun Changqing. He shouted: "I am the Lord of the Pavilion, and I have the right to order Wanjian Pavilion. , Obey me, but since Luo Yun entered the Wanjian Pavilion, you have repeatedly spoken and retorted. Today, you even dare to threaten. "

"As far as I can see, you and Luo Yun, this is a raccoon dog, want to make Wanjian Pavilion decline!"

"Ok?"

The crowd heard the words, and the hesitation on their faces ceased, and the eyes suddenly became gloomy. These eyes changed, and the four sword masters all looked at them. The sadness in their hearts was thicker, and even the heart felt a burst of thorns. pain.

"Yan Wufeng has the ability to punish people's hearts. Since the Patriarch feels that the conspiracy of the conspiracy is improper, then as the leader of the continual consecration, I can only die with one heart and loyalty."

After all, a long sword appeared in Yun Changqing's hands, causing the crowd's mind to tremble.

Before they heard anything, they saw that the long sword had crossed Yun Changqing's neck, and the blood was hot, and a large piece of flying spattered out, dripping onto the ground, and even dripping on the crowd's mind.

Yun Changqing's eyes widened, and his hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Wanjian Pavilion has been inherited for thousands of years, although its reputation is far from the inheritance of incense."

"Everyone saves the land, everyone lives!"

"If you lose someone, you will lose everyone!"

The voice echoed in a circle, and did not disperse in the space for a long time. Immediately, under the attention of the crowd, Yun Changqing's body fell down, but his eyes were still open, staring at the top of Wanjian Mountain.

On the top of the mountain, this declining old man, as if he saw the familiar scene of the Jiangge disciples sitting and listening to the class.

Every disciple's words, actions, and even expressions are his eyes, and he can hear them clearly ...