"Big, senior brother has defected to the Sword Sect."
The woman with the better face said in a trembling voice.
Her name is Wu Ling'er, one of the seven sons of the Forgotten Immortal Sect, and Ye Chen, as mentioned by the great elder, is the head of the seven sons.
He is also their elder brother.
Hearing this, Lu Lingchun's face turned even paler. She didn't expect that the disciple she was so proud of would defect to the enemy's sect.
"The Forgotten Immortal Sect is about to be destroyed. You guys, please disperse."
Lu Lingchun tried his best to force out a sad smile and said to the disciples.
"What about you, Great Elder?"
Lu Lingchun stood up with force, held the sword in his hand tightly, and said in a ferocious voice: "I want to clean up the house. Even if I die in battle, I will take the sword sect's people to be buried with him!"
Wu Ling'er wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said firmly: "I would rather die in battle than live!"
Although most of the Forgotten Immortal Sect are female disciples, their decisiveness is not inferior to that of men.
"Yes! Since we join the Forgotten Immortal Sect, we will live and die with the sect!"
"Yes! We live and die together with the sect. Doesn't the Sword Sect want to eat us? Come on, who is afraid of whom?"
"Kill two and make a profit. Great Elder, please withdraw. Let's fight against the Sword Sect!"
Looking at the few hundred disciples left, Lu Lingchun shed a stream of tears.
These tears are filled with emotion and regret.
What he regretted was what he had done. Lu Lingchun once only cared about Ye Chen.
As for other disciples, she almost never had a good expression, most of them were sarcastic.
But she didn't expect that when the sect was in trouble, the disciples she once despised were left behind.
At this moment, someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Don't be so depressed, everyone. Didn't the new sect leader go to the ancestor of the generation?"
Upon hearing this, the disciples' eyes showed hope.
yes!
And the new sect leader Luo Qingcheng!
She is the most talented young generation in Wangxian Sect in hundreds of years.
If Ye Chen is the pride of Lu Lu Lingchun, then Luo Qingcheng is the pride of the entire sect.
"Great Elder, maybe we can wait a little longer, I believe the sect leader will definitely rush..."
Before Wu Ling'er could finish speaking, Lu Lingchun raised the sword in his hand and said absentmindedly:
"No need to wait, I'm afraid the sect master has already..."
Lu Lingchun didn't say any more in the second half of the sentence.
Wu Ling'er and others had no idea how dangerous the narrow escape situation was, but she knew.
Even for a strong man like Lu Lingchun, it would be a fool's errand to enter the realm of near-death.
Luo Qingcheng has been gone for so long and there is no news. Maybe he has been killed.
Even if she can enter the realm of narrow escape, can Luo Qingcheng really find her ancestor?
One hundred thousand years have passed, and the ancestors of this generation may have already passed away...
"Great Elder, is it really impossible?"
Wu Ling'er bit her lip and asked.
Could it be that God doesn't even want to give them a glimmer of hope?
Lu Lingchun shook his head and sighed: "If you want to enter the realm of nine deaths, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Let alone Luo Qingcheng, it is me..."
boom!
Before Lu Lingchun could finish speaking, there was a sudden explosion in the sky.
Everyone changed greatly when they heard the sound, and Wu Ling'er shouted loudly: "No! The protective formation is broken!"
"Haha, you rats are so easy for me to find!"
Han Yan stood in the air and looked down at Lu Lingchun and others.
The murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised, especially after seeing Lu Lingchun, Han Yan's eyes lit up, he licked his lips and said with an evil smile:
"Lu Lingchun, if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I might even be able to spare your life."
Lu Lingchun stared at Han Yan, gritted his teeth and said angrily:
"I forgot that the people of the Immortal Sect would rather die in battle than live!"
"In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless. After you die, I will definitely make you my sword slave."
Han Yan smiled coldly.
After saying that, Han Yan raised the Lian Yang Sword in his hand and swung it at Lu Lingchun and others.
A flaming sword energy suddenly appeared in front of Lu Lingchun.
puff.
Lu Lingchun, who was already seriously injured, withstood the blow again and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth!