Chapter 3914 Disagreement
"Fight in one go, then decline again, and exhaust three times! Now my disciples of Good Fortune Sect are attacking the sword formation with all one's strength, but obviously these sword repairers are avoiding our edge. When our disciples of Good Fortune Sect's offensive weakens slightly, they will surely Make a big counterattack, and then... that's when my Gate of Good Fortune retreats!"
"Zhao Ming may be right. After the battle in Xuntian City, my Good Fortune Sect disciples will grow up, but what about these fallen disciples?"
"Then what about the black hands who provoked my Good Fortune Gate to fight against the Sky-Xuncheng City? Is their goal the Good Fortune Gate or the Sky-Xuntian City? I have lost the Good Fortune Gate, do I still have a chance to survive?"
Thousands of remorse, all kinds of thoughts poured into Zhong Haoran's heart like fluttering catkins, making him unable to see the situation of the battle situation, "Woo..." At this moment, a low howling sound came from not far away, and a golden pill The monks in the mid-term urged their bodies to get out of the battle group, and flew towards the distance without hesitation. Zhong Haoran raised his eyes and could see clearly that it was Wucheng, the head of Huitong Pavilion?
"Hey..." Zhong Haoran smiled coldly, and secretly said, "I can find a leader who ran away, Zhong will be a little relieved!"
However, just when Zhong Haoran wanted to take his eyes back, he suddenly saw some sword light in the sky behind him from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and hastily turned around to look to the south!
At this time, in the vast snowy area, some dark figures were already flying in groups. These figures did not seem to be as numerous as the disciples of the Good Fortune Sect before, but their aura soaring to the sky was incomparable to the disciples of the Good Fortune Sect! Within the momentum, a heavy sword intent condensed, sealing the back road of the Good Fortune Sect disciples...
"Sure enough..." Seeing this, Zhong Haoran breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally seen the ending, and said in a low voice, "This is the sword cultivator's trap..."
However, before Zhong Haoran could think about why the sword cultivator wanted to attack the Good Fortune Gate, there was another shout of ecstasy in the battle group: "Quick... look! My sword cultivator's reinforcements are here!!!"
"Kill!" Look again at the south gate of Xuntian City, the sword formation like a cocoon of light, "Zi La La" tearing, hordes of swordsmen urge the sword light to fly out, rushing like wolves and tigers. To the disciples of Good Fortune Sect who have defeated the sword array outside the city! The number of swordsmen who were subsequently reinforced was several times more than the number of swordsmen who had previously deployed!
Seeing so many swordsmen flying out, surrounded by sword repairmen behind them, the disciples of Good Fortune Sect had already panicked. Stuck in shape, hesitating how to deal with it, more Good Fortune Sect disciples flickered and escaped from the battle group, seemingly wanting to escape, and the whole battle situation was in chaos for a while!
"Students of Good Fortune Sect, listen to my orders and kill!" Zhong Zhan's hoarse voice came from the chaos, and shouted, "Only by killing into Xuntian City can we survive!"
As soon as Zhong Zhan's words came out, the disciples of the Good Fortune Sect near Zuoyuan moved after hearing the news, and were ready to attack again, hoping to enter Xuntian City before the sword cultivator arrived behind them.
"Disciples of Xunyan Mountain Villa..." Immediately afterwards, another loud voice came, which was Cheng Jizi's voice, "Listen to my order, and form a team to turn around. I will tear the siege apart while the sword cultivator has not formed yet... "
"Where's Wucheng? Where's the damn Wucheng?" Zhao Ming's voice also came from the chaos in the distance!
"Damn it!" Seeing this, Zhong Haoran cursed in a low voice, raised his hand into his bosom, and took out another crimson sword!
"Uncle Master..." Fei Yunshu flew out from Zhong Haoran's left side, the clothes on his body were also soaked in blood, he said anxiously, "It really happened, what should I do?"
Although Zhong Haoran was confused, he couldn't show it in front of his disciples. He calmly smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? I have already anticipated this situation and discussed it before!"
"Okay, disciple, listen to Master!" Fei Yunshu saw the crimson sword in Zhong Haoran's hand, knew that Zhong Haoran had made a decision, heaved a sigh of relief, and nodded his head.
"Swipe..." In the distant battle group, a dim golden light flashed, and Zhong Zhan's figure also flew to a place not far from Zhong Haoran,
But seeing that Zhong Zhan's Taoist robe was damaged and blood-stained at this time, his left hand was gone, and his right hand was still holding an equally broken magic weapon. Before he could stand still, Zhong Zhan said angrily: "Master! At this moment, you are still thinking about what to do next." The way? This is the time to test the disciples of my Good Fortune Sect. As long as we overcome this difficulty and capture Xuntian City, our Good Fortune Sect will be famous all over the world! Once you issue this order, all our previous plans will be in vain. Turned into flowing water..."
Fei Yunshu also said angrily: "Zhong Zhan, didn't you see? There are sword cultivators behind me, disciples of Good Fortune Sect. We have really fallen into their schemes. The only way to get out of this scheme is to retreat..."
"You're wrong!" Zhong Zhan shook his head resolutely with his eyes on fire, "Only by fighting with one's back, can one survive by attacking the city of Xuntian! If there is no mortal heart that would rather die than be destroyed, no one like us today will be able to escape from the city. Get out of this dead end!"
"What's wrong?" Fei Yunshu exclaimed, "Earlier, we arranged for Good Fortune Gate to besiege Xuntian City from all sides, with real attacks from east, west and south, and a feint attack from north. Escape! But now? Not only did the Sword Cultivator of Xuntian City not escape, but he opened the defensive sword formation of Xuntian City and counterattacked my Good Fortune Gate. Our plot has been seen through by Xuntiancheng, and they want to attack the sword cultivator behind me My Good Fortune Gate! I have expected this kind of situation before, so I can only retreat..."
Zhong Haoran suppressed his temper and wanted to persuade Zhong Zhan, but at this moment, most of the Good Fortune Sect disciples in the south of Xuntian City were already preparing to retreat. Zhao Ming from the Burning Crane Society was giving orders in a low voice. Xu Zhonglin from Fortress, Zhuo Hong from Tianjinglou, and Zhou Ji from Yuanfengzhai have already gone to the east and west sides of Xuntian City. Zhong Haoran doesn't know how to deal with them. However, since Zhao Ming is ready to escape, the heads of other sects must also I will not fight to the death with Zhong Zhan!
"Alas..." Zhong Haoran sighed, feeling powerless, he opened his mouth without any hesitation, and hit the sword in his hand with a bloody flying sword!
"Uncle Master..." Zhong Zhan let out a mournful cry, as if seeing the most precious thing in the world annihilated.
"Keng..." The sword made a golden sound and shot up into the sky. After rushing more than a hundred feet, the sword made a huge roar again, and light and shadows emerged rapidly, a flying sword that was tens of feet in size When it was revealed, the crimson flying sword flew straight for thousands of feet at an extremely fast speed, tearing the sky with tears of blood and inserting it straight into the dark clouds!
"Swipe..." The dark cloud was pierced, and a beam of sunlight pierced down like a lightsaber, across the sky, and fell straight into the north of Xuntian City...
"Walk……"
All the disciples of Good Fortune Sect had long been thinking of retreating. Seeing Zhong Haoran issue the order to retreat, they didn't hesitate anymore, they all let out a low cry, urging their bodies to fly back while gathering towards the south of Xuntian City...
"Huh..." Seeing the blood-red flying sword piercing into the clouds, Zhong Zhan's heart seemed to be pierced, and his eyes lost their spirit for an instant. Yun Shu and Zhong Haoran said, "Go away! If I don't go, I will kill Xuntian City!"
"Zhong Zhan!" Zhong Haoran looked at Zhong Zhan, and asked word by word, "Tell me honestly, did you issue the master order?"
Zhong Zhan raised his head and looked at Zhong Haoran, and said sadly: "Uncle, don't you believe me at this time?"
As he said that, Zhong Zhan looked past Zhong Haoran and looked into the distance, where the sword cultivators surrounding the disciples of Good Fortune Sect had already clearly seen, and even Zhong Zhan also saw the battle formation with disciples of Tianmo Sect among them!
Zhong Haoran opened his mouth and said, "Let's go, today's situation is over..."
"Your general situation is over!" Zhong Zhan closed his eyes, stared at Zhong Haoran firmly, and said, "But my heart is not dead yet! Uncle, I know you don't believe me, but let me say one last thing, this head order It’s true that I didn’t issue it! However, I can tell you with certainty that if this sect master’s order is issued a few days later, mine will be issued! This sect master’s order really fell into my heart! My Good Fortune Gate really needs such a test of blood..."
"But this test will kill a lot of people!" Fei Yunshu yelled, "And, haven't you seen it? I'll wait today, and all the disciples of Good Fortune Sect may die here!"
"I can die!" Zhong Zhan said with a sneer, "How can the disciples of the Good Fortune Gate die? If they are dead, what is the use of my Good Fortune Gate? My Good Fortune Gate disciples may also die, but the spirit of my Good Fortune Gate How could it be possible to die? Even in today’s battle, the Good Fortune Gate is gone! But as long as there is the name of Daoist Xiao, the Good Fortune Gate will still be re-established on the Dawn Rain Continent after a hundred years and a thousand years! How can the Good Fortune Gate be established without blood and life as its foundation? Maybe it’s Xiao Zhenren’s Creation Gate??”
Having said that, Zhong Zhan took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the sky-watching city, although the sky-watching city was still on guard, many swordsmen and beast cultivators had roared out. Zhong Zhan said: "Uncle, the current situation, the disciple has already expected it! Today's dead situation... I don't know how many times I have seen it in my dreams! The disciple came to Xuntian City and never thought that he could go back, so... Uncle, let's go! The Good Fortune Sect will still need to be led by Uncle in the future, I, a rebel, stay here to pay homage to the dead Master Xiao!"
"You..." Zhong Haoran looked at Zhong Zhan, who was passionate and impulsive back then, with ideas different from his own, how could he not be moved by his generous deeds? He opened his mouth, his lips trembling slightly, and wanted to speak, but the words were blocked at the edge of his mouth...
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