In the square of Piaoxue Palace, the breath of death began to break. Countless Piaoxue Palace disciples stood up, clenched the weapons in their hands, and looked up at the dark enemy outside the mountain guard formation, full of boiling fighting spirit and enthusiasm.
murderous look.
When you enter Piaoxue Palace, you are the people of Piaoxue Palace.
Even if I am afraid of dying in battle, I will die in Piaoxue Palace.
As long as the fire in Piaoxue Palace remains alive, what's the harm in them dying generously today? What's the harm in killing everyone? The disciples of Piaoxue Palace should have this kind of arrogance!
There was Yan Zangfeng in front of him, who participated in the battles in Yin Yang Valley several times.
Later, there was Lin Cangxue, who defeated the geniuses of four sects and ten dynasties with one sword. Chief Lin Huang even killed everyone in the battle of four sects and ten dynasties.
They went to Wuya Peak to kill Han Qingtian.
Senior Brother Xie Qinghou, who is number one in the inner sect, has endured hardship for ten years, and in the final battle, he killed eight hundred black robes in the Blood Spirit Hall to honor Dong Ling.
The disciples of Piaoxue Palace should have the character of a warrior.
The Piaoxue Palace should have an everlasting spirit.
I would rather die standing than live on my knees.
Suddenly, the less than a thousand Piaoxue Palace disciples were filled with fighting spirit and headed towards the mountain-protecting formation. Even if they died in battle today, it would be better than hiding in Piaoxue Palace and living an ignoble existence.
Boom...
At this moment, the mountain guard formation of Piaoxue Palace also began to shake violently.
Outside the formation, the two major sects began to attack the mountain-protecting formation frantically.
The battle to besiege Piaoxue Palace has lasted for two months. If it lasts longer, by the time Yan Zangfeng returns, Piaoxue Palace will have a glimmer of hope.
Just when the two major sects were attacking the formation, they saw Piaoxue Palace disciples rushing out one after another, killing them like crazy demons.
The two major sects were not surprised but overjoyed, and burst into laughter. They did not expect that the people in Piaoxue Palace were so stupid.
With the wind and rain coming from all directions, Aohan stood high in the clouds, looking at the Piaoxue Palace disciples who rushed out, with a smile on his face, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered the two sect disciples to attack and kill them.
In the blink of an eye, the war broke out again.
The two major sects were like a torrent of steel, charging invincibly towards the disciples of Piaoxue Palace, instantly breaking up the formation of Piaoxue Palace.
The entire snowy and vast space was covered by endless sword energy and light at this moment.
The monster roars.
The sound of attack and killing filled the world.
Countless vines entangled and killed the disciples of Piaoxue Palace.
Yin Yin's green blood spilled into the sky.
The disciples of Piaoxue Palace were laughing loudly, singing generously as if they were possessed. The weapons in their hands were constantly killing the disciples of the two major sects.
Even if he is seriously injured, he will not hesitate.
Even if he has to trade his injuries for his life, he will not retreat at all.
The battlefield stretching for ten miles suddenly turned into a hell on earth and a Shura battlefield. Countless disciples of the three major sects stared to death and no bones were left.
The disciples of Piaoxue Palace were laughing.
The laughter was so violent that the disciples of the two sects were extremely frightened.
They had never seen someone who looked down upon death so much, as if he were the god of death in hell, which was scary.
Boom...
Keng.
On the battlefield filled with snowflakes, there was endless fighting and chaotic fighting.
Disciples from the three major sects fell one after another.
The disciples of Piaoxue Palace have reached an unprecedented level of unity, showing their bloody spirit that is not afraid of life and death.
Looking at their fellow disciples who fell one after another around them, and the brothers who flew to save them, the Piaoxue Palace disciples were boiling with murderous intent and filled with anger like the sea.
However, no matter how fierce the fighting spirit is and how intense the anger is, fighting and fighting are ultimately extremely cruel.
On the battlefield, one disciple after another stared to death.
The disciples of Piaoxue Palace laughed and cried, looking at their fellow disciples who fell in front of them one by one, and let out heart-piercing roars, the grief was heartbreaking.
"You still owe me three damn pills. Can you repay me if you block a knife for me? Wake up!"
"I once beat you like a dog, who wants you to block the knife for me!"
"Hahaha, I am Liu Wuxin, a disciple of the outer sect Xuanyuan. I am going to die today to revitalize the reputation of my profound academy! Let me see if any of your inner sect disciples die!" A young man shouted generously and rushed over vowing to die.
The crowds of the two major sects exploded.
"Just die, I'm afraid of you!"
Another inner disciple rushed forward.
"His grandma, this time she finally fell into trouble. If I had known it, I would have practiced seriously. You damn thing, remember, I have a sister. If you are not dead, help me take care of it. Don't have any fucking thoughts.
Otherwise, even if I become a ghost, I will crawl out and do your bitch!"
"Lu Tiangui, an inner disciple of Piaoxue Palace, is here to seek death. How dare that bitch come up and kill your grandfather!"
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The clouds are falling and the wind and snow are fierce.
On the battlefield that stretches for ten miles, there are the voices of the Piaoxue Palace disciples singing generous songs, laughing or cursing, but they are full of bloodiness and arrogance.
His hand was broken, so he picked it up and threw it at the enemy.
His stomach was broken, his intestines were ripped out, and he strangled the enemy's neck.
With his leg broken, he rushed desperately into the two sects and exploded.
The entire earth had already been soaked in blood, and there were countless broken limbs. Even Qi Aohan, who was above the clouds, felt particularly frightened and felt the terror of Piaoxue Palace.
Up and down the sky, the disciples of Piaoxue Palace were fighting, and the elders of Piaoxue Palace and the ancestor Wuhou were also fighting, covered in blood as they faced the encirclement and killing of the two top sects' combat forces.
Yan acquaintance.
The geese are scattered.
Tie Wuxin.
Shen Diexin.
…
Even if they are seriously injured, even if they are unable to fight anymore, they are still fighting. As long as they still have breath, their fight will never stop.
Even if the clan is wiped out, this battle will bring out the splendor of Piaoxue Palace.
Fight out the dignity of Piaoxue Palace.
Up and down the sky, blood and limbs were flying everywhere, and everything that came into view was a scene of tragedy.
In an entire hour, the number of thousands of disciples in Piaoxue Palace had been reduced to only about 400 people.
Only one of the six great Wuhou ancestors who guarded the palace gate is left.
Of the eleven elders who stayed behind, only three remained.
Even in the Piaoxue Palace Square, Yan Qing'er, who had wiped Yan Nangui's wounds, raised his sword and walked out of the mountain-protecting formation at this moment, heading towards the two major sects.
At this time, the two major sects still had three thousand disciples, eight major Wuhou, and more than twenty elders.
In the center of the battlefield, Yan Qing'er's face was covered with blood. She looked at her brothers who fell one after another. Her slender fingers were deeply embedded in her flesh, and a cold light burst out from her long sword.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yan Qing'er's body was suddenly covered with heavy snow.
Looking at the flying snowflakes around her, Yan Qing'er smiled sadly. Even if she realized that the snow was falling in the world at this moment, what would happen? Now, she is still powerless!
Piaoxue Palace... is going to die!
The long night is vast and the snowflakes are shrill. The smell of blood fills the sky. The remaining four hundred people in Piaoxue Palace are still fighting unyieldingly.
But after all, it is difficult to break out of the blue sky!
Yan Qing'er stood alone in the center of the battlefield, looking at the four elders from the two major sects who were attacking, but she smiled sadly. The snowflakes around her body became more and more miserable, but she could not stop the four elders from the seventh level of Tianyuan.
Yan Qing'er slowly closed her eyes, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her mind.
The figure practicing swordsmanship day after day under the cliff of Tianpu.
The young man who killed everyone in the outer gate, entered the inner gate, and became the chief of Piaoxue Palace in one battle. In the battle of four sects and ten dynasties, he killed countless geniuses. He fought against Han Qingtian on Wuya Peak.
What a pity...
Ever since the girl in red appeared in Piaoxue Palace, she didn't dare to see him again.
If I could be bolder, I could at least make him remember me.
In the battlefield where snowflakes were flying, Yan Qing'er felt the four elders coming to kill him, but a faint smile appeared on his face, as if it were snowing at first sight.
Bang bang bang bang.
Just when Yan Qing'er felt that the sword was about to pierce her throat, a terrifying explosion sound suddenly sounded in her ears, and the sword piercing her throat turned into powder.
In an instant, all four elders died.
Yan Qing'er raised her head, and her delicate body trembled fiercely. She saw a long knife floating in the sky above her head, filled with overwhelming domineering and murderous intent, and let out a roar like a dragon.
Demon Suppressing Knife!
At this moment, the disciples of Piaoxue Palace all looked up at the roaring Demon Suppressing Sword, their expressions shocked. They heard several sounds rang out fiercely in the void, like thunder coming from the nine heavens:
"Disciple of the outer sect Huangyuan, Fang Wuming!"
"Inner disciple, Little Fatty Bai!"
"Lin Cangxue!"
"The chief disciple of Piaoxue Palace...Lin Huang is here!"