The elder of the Shenyin Sect standing behind Lin Xuan immediately erupted with a terrifying aura, and the auras gathered together to form a terrifying pressure.
"The people that our Divine Seal Sect wants to protect, you, the Wan Yu Sword Sect, can't touch!" Lingzun Level 3's pressure completely exploded. Where Lin Xuan stood, the space in which Lin Xuan stood was in vain, causing ripples. Finally, the space
Suddenly twisted.
Compared to the Wan Yu Sword Sect, the Shenyin Sect is slightly stronger, which is why Lin Xuan dared to say this.
Facing the oppression of Shenyin Sect, how could Wan Yu Sword Sect and others show weakness?
"You can't stop the person I, Jianxue, want to kill!" Jianxue also took a step forward, and the pressure of his spiritual master level 3 exploded on him for the first time.
"Can't I, Wan Yu Sword Sect, move?" Jian Yu followed Jian Xue, his hand already pressed on the hilt of the sword, and a fierce momentum swept out.
For a moment, two forces of coercion gathered in the sky. Everyone onlookers looked at this scene in astonishment. No one expected that things would eventually develop to the point where they are now, a fight between two second-rate sects?
In the Martial God Continent, fights between low-class sects are relatively common, while fights between second-class sects rarely occur. After all, they are sects with thousands of years of heritage.
The sword energy filled the void, and the void twisted in vain. The surrounding area became silent, and thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the void.
"It's really lively here!" A chuckle resounded in the sky, and immediately, a middle-aged man holding a feather fan stepped out of the void, followed closely by several sect disciples.
Yujian Pavilion! Jianyu whispered, looking solemnly at the middle-aged man named the leader, "Yu Fang!"
Yujiange has been the mortal enemy of Wanyu Sword Sect since ancient times. Jianyu did not expect that Yujiange would come forward at this time.
Yujian Pavilion is a second-rate sect. Its sect leader is the middle-aged Yu Fang who holds the feather fan. His cultivation has reached the peak of the second-level spiritual master. With the feather sword in his hand, he has killed several spiritual master realm warriors.
Looking at the figure walking out of the void, the breathing of the besieging people couldn't help but become a little rapid. It was a second-rate sect.
Yu Fang held the feather fan, and its terrifying coercion spread over him. With a wave of the fan, Yu Fang looked at Jian Yu with a smile on his lips, and said lightly: "The person I, Yu Sword Pavilion, want to protect, you Wan Yu Sword Sect, don't move."
No?"
After adding the pressure from Yujian Pavilion and others, the pressure from Lin Xuan's side became more and more terrifying, completely suppressing Wanyu Sword Sect's side.
The pressure was overwhelming and Wu Ling and others retreated again, their faces extremely pale. The development of the matter was beyond their expectations.
Whether it is the Divine Seal Sect or the Yujian Pavilion, these two sects are both behemoths to the Sword God Sect.
"Yujian Pavilion!" Jianxue's eyes became more and more sharp, and his sword energy flowed on his fingertips, forming an air sword.
Although Jianxue was not afraid at all when faced with the coercion of the two second-rate sects, and there was even a little fire in his eyes, Jianxue was not afraid of Ling Zun, a level 3 warrior.
Sensing Jian Xue's eyes, Jian Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly inwardly. His senior brother's temperament had not changed at all.
With the strength of Wan Yu Sword Sect, it can barely cope with Shenyin Sect, but with the addition of Yu Sword Pavilion, Wan Yu Sword Sect will definitely lose.
For a time, countless sword lights emerged above the floating island. Obviously, the changes here attracted the attention of those sects.
This is already related to the grievances between the second-rate sects. The third-rate sects did not interfere. On the contrary, the second-rate sects looked at this scene with great expectancy. Fighting between the second-rate sects was not common.
"It's a bit strange that Wan Yu Sword Sect would stand up for the Sword God Sect!"
"Tsk, tsk, the combination of Shenyin Sect and Yujian Pavilion is enough to suppress Wanyu Sword Sect. Wanyu Sword Sect will probably lose its face!"
A second-rate sect leader sighed slightly: "Tsk, this year's sect competition is much more interesting than before. Fighting between second-rate sects is rare!"
"So, Brother Liu Wen hopes that the two sides will fight?" A sect leader chuckled, with a faint hint of expectation in his eyes.
"Brother Lin Xuan, why didn't you call me for such an interesting thing?" A hearty laughter resounded in the sky: "I said at the beginning that our Zixiao Sect and Shenyin Sect will advance and retreat together, could it be Lin Xuan?
Brother Xuan has even forgotten this sentence?"
Several purple figures crossed the sky and landed next to Lin Xuan, and the laughter came from a big man carrying a giant sword on his back.
Purple martial robe, a slightly bloody giant sword, seeing these people, everyone was in an uproar again, Zixiao Sect, a second-rate sect, unexpectedly another second-rate sect came out to join in the fun.
The big man carrying a giant sword had an unusually eye-catching scar on his face. When the big man stood next to Lin Xuan, a terrifying coercion erupted and merged into the power of Lin Xuan and others.
"Zi Xiao Sect!" Jian Yu's face became more and more solemn. A simple thing could actually provoke three second-rate sects.
"Purple Python is just joking. Why does the Zixiao Sect need to take action on such a trivial matter?" Lin Xuan said with a smile.
"Haha, I want to see who touched the person whom I, the Zixiao Sect, want to protect?" The big man known as the Purple Python laughed wildly.
The pungent smell of blood filled the air. Li Kang caught a glimpse of dozens of figures in front of him and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that his life was safe today, but the Wan Yu Sword Sect was going to be in trouble.
Ling Yue looked at Jian Xue with a joking expression. The three sect leaders joined forces and he couldn't stop him.
The situation was completely one-sided, and the pressure of the three major sects gathered together to completely suppress Jian Xue and others.
"Let's forget about this, can we?" Lin Xuan took a step forward. Now he was in Zongbi, but he didn't want to waste the sect's strength on this trivial matter.
Although the words are soft, there is endless domineering in them. Now that the three sects have united, you, the Wan Yu Sword Sect, have to bow your head.
Hearing this, Jian Yu sighed slightly and looked at Jian Xue helplessly. It would be the best outcome if the matter could be resolved like this, but Jian Yu had to see what Jian Xue meant.
The Qi Sword was still spinning in Jian Xue's hands. Seeing this, everyone in Wu Ling sighed slightly. Wu Ling took a few steps forward and said respectfully to Jian Xue: "Senior Jian Xue, this matter is because of our Sword God Sect.
Now, can you leave it to me to solve it?"
Wan Yu Sword Sect has tried its best. Wu Ling and others understand the kindness of Wan Yu Sword Sect. Now that they are in a sect rivalry, how can they drag Wan Yu Sword Sect into this troubled water.
Hearing this, Jian Xue Jian frowned, looked at Wu Ling, and sighed slightly. Faced with the pressure from the three major sects, Wan Yu Jian Sect really couldn't resist.
Not even the Wan Yu Sword Sect can resist, let alone the Sword God Sect.
"As disciples of the Sword God Sect, we will naturally protect the glory of the Sword God Sect!" Lin Bian took a step forward with the giant sword in hand.
"Let the dazzling life bloom here!" Xiao Ding chuckled, the smile at the corner of his mouth was still so indifferent.
"The sword is not rusty, it can still defend the glory!" Chu Ge walked out in the wind and snow.
Luo Zeng didn't say anything, he just stood quietly beside Chu Ge.
"Sword God Sect!" Looking at the five people below, Lin Xuan chuckled: "Then everyone of Sword God Sect, let's just forget about this, can you?"
In an instant, endless pressure surged towards the five people below. Wu Ling and others could not bear this pressure.
Bang bang! The five people took a few steps back wildly, with a trace of bright red hanging from the corners of their mouths.
The sea water was rolling, but at this moment, a voice from heaven and earth exploded in vain from the sky: "With your Divine Seal Sect, get out!":
"With your Divine Seal Sect, get lost!" The sound of heaven and earth echoed in vain from the sky.
The sound was like running water, impacting the terrifying pressure, and the pressure hovering over Wu Ling and others immediately disappeared.
Lin Xuan's figure suddenly shook, he raised his head and looked at the sky behind him in disbelief.
At this moment, the heaven and earth suddenly roared, and the roaring sounds shook the heaven and earth.
In this roaring world, a crazy pressure spread from the sky to all directions, and several figures emerged there.
"Shenyin Sect, do you really think that my Sword God Sect is easy to bully?" The roar still resounded throughout the world, and for a moment, the sound was like a dragon's roar, hovering in the sky.
Ouch! This roar was followed by several high-pitched dragon roars, and those figures became increasingly clear.
"The majesty of the Sword God Sect cannot be violated, not even by your Divine Seal Sect!" Bang bang, the world shook in vain, and this roar seemed not to come from the front, but from ancient times.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth raged in vain, pressing down on Lin Xuan and others with endless pressure.
"Qing Jue!" The sect leaders on the floating island all looked at the figures in disbelief. The leader was actually the leader of the Qinglong Clan, Qing Jue.
"The four ancient tribes, the Qinglong Clan!" Seeing this scene, the second-rate sect leaders who were originally discussing became quiet, with serious expressions on their faces. The Qinglong Clan actually came forward for the Sword God Clan.
"In ancient times, the Sword God Sect controlled the three major halls and the four ancient clans!" Qing Jue's voice was still ringing: "Although it is now in decline, the Qinglong clan is back now!"
"Ancient Sword God Clan, Qinglong Clan!" Several high-pitched dragon roars resounded again, and the violent spiritual energy between heaven and earth suddenly formed a seat, and a sword was inserted next to the seat.
"The Qinglong Tribe is back!" A crazy coercion was constantly circling between the heaven and the earth. The roar of the dragon penetrated the surrounding void, and the turbulent flow of space flowed out like running water.
The roar of the dragon hovered in the sky for a while, and countless eyes fell on the sky, on the strange seat and the sword.
The roar of the dragon became louder and louder. In the shocked eyes of everyone, a phantom of the green dragon appeared in the wind and thunder auras. The sleeping dragon finally woke up, and the phantom of the green dragon was flying around the seat.
On that seat, everyone felt a power that could destroy the world. Jian Xue also felt his scalp numb with this power.
"What is that?" Lin Xuan whispered, a tremor spreading deep in his soul.
The disciples of the unconventional sect below were even more horrified to find that their swords were vibrating, and the sword tips were pointing at the sword next to the seat, as if the subjects were surrendering to the emperor.