"Alas!" Mr. Xing's eyebrows seemed to be getting older.
He naturally cared deeply about his old friend's daughter. Not only did he accept her as a disciple, he also took good care of her in cultivation.
But for Ji Chenyu, her father's death was a knot that she could not untie for the rest of her life.
If there was no war, Mr. Xing would definitely go to Xiliang himself and bring Ji Chenyu back.
But now...their Lingxiao Sect may not have enough time to take care of themselves.
"They are coming." An elder suddenly said in a deep voice.
Boom! Boom!
Waves of loud noises gradually spread from far to near.
Everyone in Lingxiao City felt an unknown pressure falling on their heads, which made their hearts tremble.
"The people from Xiliang are coming!" Several monks standing on the tower suddenly let out a cold light in their eyes.
On the horizon, a dense group of monks suddenly rushed out. Most of these monks were driving monster beasts. Looking around, they were suddenly occupied by a huge group of monster beasts.
In the sky, hundreds of flying dragons spread their huge wings, and the roar of dragons shook the heaven and earth. Following the melodious sound of war drums, this group of monks formed a formation and slowly advanced towards Lingxiao City.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Tens of thousands of monks and monsters were mixed together. Every time they took a step, the ground would make a loud noise that echoed in the air.
Among this army of monks, countless flags were fluttering, and on each flag, a special pattern was drawn to represent the tribe to which it belonged.
"The China-Turk Alliance's estimate was wrong. Xiliang Royal Court actually dispatched more than ninety tribes this time! This has exceeded the limit of our Lingxiao Sect!" Xing Lao murmured.
As the oldest elder here, he is very aware of the strength comparison between the two sides.
Although Lingxiao Sect is known as the strongest sect in Middle-earth, there are limits to being the strongest.
Every major tribe in the Xiliang Royal Court has at least one Supreme Realm powerhouse sitting in charge. This group of people came to attack in a mighty manner, and it was difficult for the Lingxiao Sect to deal with it.
"Aura cannon, get ready!" Xing Lao waved his hand, and a dark cannon barrel suddenly poked out from the watchtower on top of each city.
As a wave of war flags fluttered, the spiritual energy in the spirit stone cannon was gathered, and it was fired directly at the army in front of them.
Boom! Boom!
A stream of light fell instantly among the army of monsters. Several monks who were facing them were hit by spiritual energy cannons, and instantly disappeared into smoke and turned into ashes.
However, at the same time as the spiritual energy cannons were deployed, several giant mana palms also condensed from Xiliang's side, directly blocking these spiritual energy cannons.
At the same time, a cold shout came from the Xiliang formation.
I saw a huge barbarian statue appearing in the sky in an instant, stepping on the ground and running towards Lingxiao City.
The giant barbarian statue gently waved the giant ax in its hand and slashed downwards. Only a roar was heard, and the entire Lingxiao City suddenly shook.
The light curtain covering Lingxiao City fluctuated violently, and then some golden seal characters appeared on the inner wall of the light curtain, which seemed to make the light curtain stronger and finally resisted the attack of the barbarian colossus.
"Lingxiao Sect, I heard that you are the largest sect in Middle-earth. Are you just like a turtle, hiding inside and not getting out?" A big man with a rough face appeared in mid-air.
His voice spread throughout Lingxiao City in the blink of an eye.
Buzz——
At this moment, from the side of Lingxiao Mountain, the cold voice of the Divine Master came out: "The Commander-in-Chief of Xiliang Royal Court? You alone dare to attack our Lingxiao Sect!"