Yun Changqing's obstruction made everyone stop, and his eyebrows became even more tightly furrowed.

Just now, the Ancient Xingchen Sect set up a large formation, and Liu Wentian and Gu Fanxing took action at the same time, almost forcing Wanjian Pavilion to a desperate situation. Just when everyone was discouraged, Fan Wujie sacrificed the legendary ancient sword, and his sword shocked the sky and completely reversed the situation.

They were about to take advantage of the situation to pursue, but Yun Changqing said he would stop him and block the way. Such actions obviously attracted everyone's dissatisfaction and felt a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fan Wuchen's eyes were too long, and he saw him say coldly: Yun Changqing, get out of here immediately, don't stop us from killing the enemy's head. Today, the Ancient Star Sect will be destroyed.

The Pavilion Master held the legendary ancient sword, and no one could stop him. If he did not continue to chase and kill him now, he would only let the tiger return to the mountain! Someone shouted, his words filled with anger.

When Yun Changqing heard these angry words, his heart was extremely sad and let out a heavy sigh.

Then, he looked at Fan Wujie directly in front of him again, and his cold eyes scanned him. It was obvious that Fan Wujie was also dissatisfied with Yun Changqing's actions.

Master, please listen to my words. Yun Changqing took a deep breath, and the helpless look on his face no longer seemed to be solemn and solemn, silently endured everyone's cold eyes.

The arrival of the Ancient Star Sect not only gathered 130,000 masters, but also quickly arranged the twenty-eight star constellations formation, and was very prepared. The chaotic battle just now also proved this point, and you could feel the hideous murderous intent in their hearts.

Yun Changqing looked directly at Fan Wujie, saying neither humble nor arrogantly: The Pavilion Master held the legendary ancient sword in his hand, and was incomparable to one against two, but the other party's background should not be underestimated. After the melee just now, Wanjian Pavilion suffered heavy casualties, and the outer sect was almost destroyed, leaving only more than 40,000 people. On the other hand, there were still 80,000 people in the Ancient Star Sect. If it continues to hunt down, it will definitely attract the opponent's fight to the death.

As he said that, Yun Changqing looked at the disciples of Wanjian Pavilion around him and continued: The Twenty-Eight Star Array is good at positional warfare. We rushed forward rashly. Before we got close to each other, we might have to increase casualties. By that time, even if we can win, it will only be a tragic victory. What is the significance of such a result?

The crowd stared at Yun Changqing, their eyes slightly condensed, and they looked at Fan Wujie at the same time.

I agreed with the advice of the Changqing Sword Lord. At this time, Tang Yunhuan's voice rang out slowly. She walked to Yun Changqing's side and said: At this moment, Wanjian Pavilion is already injured more and more, so it is not advisable to continue fighting. Please think twice.

After she finished speaking, Lei Yuanguang and Su Lengliu also stood up. The group of four people had burning eyes in their eyes. They focused heavily on Fan Wujie and did not want Fan Wujie to continue chasing him.

After the melee just now, the outer sect of Wanjian Pavilion was almost destroyed, and the people who survived were all talented disciples of Jian Pavilion.

These disciples were all cultivated by the lineage of passing on the rituals. For the four sword masters, they were like their own children, so how could they be willing to let them die?

As they said, if Wanjian Pavilion continues to chase and kill, it may be able to win, but it will also be a tragic victory. On the contrary, if you retreat without fighting, although the Xingchen Ancient Sect will escape safely, Wanjian Pavilion will suffer the least losses.

Fan Wujie looked at the four sword masters coldly, glanced at the people of the ancient Xingchen Sect who were gradually moving away, and said: Today's battle is related to the thousand-year reputation of Wanjian Pavilion. How can you give up halfway and stop me from death!

As soon as his voice fell, a violent aura burst out, and the shocking sword, wrapped in the legendary ancient sword, pressed directly onto the four people and easily knocked them out.

Puff puff puff puff!

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

At this time, his body was stained with mottled blood, and the strong wind strode, making his figure even more hunched. His turbid eyes slowly raised up and persuaded him: If two tigers fight, both will suffer losses. Although the thousand-year reputation of Wanjian Pavilion is important, compared with this, the inheritance of Wanjian Pavilion's incense is even more important.

As the words fell, a dull voice rang without warning. Yun Changqing held his forehead down and smashed it hard on the ground, and said loudly: I hope the Lord of the Pavilion to think twice!

I hope the Pavilion Master thinks twice! After Yun Changqing kowtowed, the other three sword masters rushed over, spoke out, and held their foreheads down without any hesitation.

The crowd of Wanjian Pavilion showed a look of astonishment, especially those inner disciples, who had a hint of embarrassment on their faces. The newly ignited ambition of fighting began to dissipate.

Although the status of the merit transmission lineage headed by Yun Changqing is not high, they have always been aware of their inner disciples and answered questions. Although they are strict, they have cultivated countless outstanding disciples and worked diligently.

They did not pay attention to the thousand-year reputation of Wanjian Pavilion. They only care about the life and death of their disciples, and only care about the incense inheritance of Wanjian Pavilion. For this reason, they even knelt down and kowtow to extinguish the fighting spirit of the crowd.

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After the silence sounded, Fan Wujie finally spoke. The four sword masters hurriedly raised their heads, but met a pair of extremely cold eyes, and said again: Do you really think I dare not take action?

Just a few words were like frost in the twelfth month, which made the four of them feel a strong sense of sadness, their heads were blank, and they could only hear Fan Wujie ruthlessly say: If the reputation of Wanjian Pavilion is destroyed, in the future, how should we face the ancestors of Jiange, fearing their heads and tails, and only slaughtering mermaid meat. As the master of the sword, you don’t understand this, it is really sad.

It is precisely because I am the master of the Wanjian Pavilion that I have to stop it! Faced with Fan Wujie's words, Yun Changqing suddenly stood up and said indignantly: If the Lord of the Lord had murderous intentions towards the four of us, he could just take action. If the four of us died, it would be safeguarded for the incense of Wanjian Pavilion, what's wrong with death!

Shut up!

Fan Wujie finally couldn't bear the coldness in his heart. He bounced the sword and pointed directly at Yun Changqing's face and shouted: As the lord of the pavilion, I have the right to order Wanjian Pavilion. As the lord of the sword, you should support me and obey me. But since Luo Yun entered Wanjian Pavilion, you have made many refutations. Today, you even dare to threaten them.

As far as I see, you and Luo Yun are all birds of a feather, and want to make Wanjian Pavilion decline!

Um?

When the crowd heard this, the hesitation on their faces no longer appeared, and they instantly became gloomy. The four sword masters saw these changes in their eyes, and the sadness in their hearts became stronger, and even felt a burst of stinging pain in their hearts.

If you have no clue, you can kill people's hearts. Since the Pavilion Master feels that the plot of the transmission lineage is inappropriate, then as the leader of the transmission lineage, I can only die and recognize the loyalty and righteousness.

After saying that, a long sword appeared in Yun Changqing's hand, which made the crowd's mind tremble.

Before they could make a sound, they saw the long sword slashing across Yun Changqing's neck, boiling blood, and large pieces of them spilled out, dripping onto the ground, and even on the minds of the crowd.

Yun Changqing opened his eyes wide, and a hoarse voice slowly rang: Wanjian Pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years, and although it is famous, it is far less than the inheritance of incense.

If people have lost their land, they will be both alive!

If the land is left and the people are lost, the people and the land are lost!

The sound echoed in circles and continued to dissipate in the space for a long time. Then, 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, the old man Chuimu, whose soul gradually faded, seemed to see the familiar scene of the disciples of Jiange sitting and listening to the class.
Chapter completed!