Although the four ancient tribes have great prestige on the mainland, they rarely interact with other sects. Therefore, the four ancient tribes have no friendship with other sects.
The Shenyin Sect is different. It has close contacts with other sects. Therefore, it does have certain friendships with some second-rate sects.
Jue Lin and Xuan Ren remained silent, but when more and more people came forward, they also felt a pressure.
Catching a glimpse of the figure beside him, Lin Xuan raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Qing Jue and others with a bit of provocation. The Shenyin Sect was different from the four ancient tribes. The four ancient tribes had been isolated from the world for too long.
The pressure from dozens of Spirit Master Realm warriors gathered around him, Jian Yu felt a pressure and his breath became rapid.
The air sword rotated, and its whining sound kept resounding. Jian Xue looked at the more and more figures indifferently, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger.
Seeing this, Jian Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly, as his senior brother really didn't care about the occasion.
Suddenly, Jian Yu couldn't help but look at the sect masters on the floating island, his eyes lingering on those people and Wu Ling and others, showing a hint of contemplation.
Stepping out, under the puzzled eyes of Qing Jue and others, Jian Yu took several steps in succession, turned around, and looked at the figures on the floating island,
"Master of Tianxue Sect, Master of Bajian Pavilion, Master of Fire Dance Sect, Master of Eternal Sword Sect... Master of Tianji Pavilion, have you forgotten the scene a few months ago!" At this moment, Jian Yu suddenly said
A strange statement.
The shouts spread out like thunder, resounding throughout the sky. Hearing this, most people looked at Jian Yu strangely?
What's wrong with this guy? Is he looking for help? Most people are full of doubts about Jian Yu's behavior.
Lin Xuan was also confused. Could it be that those sects had any relationship with the Sword God Sect? But how could this be possible? The Sword God Sect was just a second-rate sect now, and those sects were all second-rate sects, not in the same circle at all.
How could there be any intersection?
On the contrary, Qing Jing and others knew Jian Yu's intention, but would those people take action for the sake of Fifth Generation? Qing Jue was not very sure about this.
The master of Bajian Pavilion was sitting on the building practicing, and Jian Yu's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Hearing the words, the master of Bajian Pavilion suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the five Wuling people in the distance.
It turned out to be those people from the beginning.
The master of Bajian Pavilion couldn't help but see that figure in white clothes like snow. He still couldn't forget that sword and that sword intention. It turned out that he was from the Sword God Sect.
"It seems that the Sword God Sect is not as simple as it seems on the surface!" The Pavilion Master of Bajian Pavilion stood up in vain. In the astonished eyes of the disciples of Bajian Pavilion, the Pavilion Master of Bajian Pavilion took a step forward and turned into a stream of light across the sky.
Most of the second-rate sect leaders were closing their eyes to rest, but those second-rate sect leaders mentioned by Jian Yu opened their eyes one after another, and looked at the scene in the distance with deep meaning, as well as Qing Jue and others.
A figure dressed in white like snow appeared in their minds, that young man, and that sword.
Standing up, under the astonished eyes of their respective disciples, these sect masters walked forward one after another, towards Wu Ling and others.
Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking the wind resounded in the sky. Jian Yu's gaze stayed on the sky. When he caught a glimpse of the sword's light, he smiled.
Not only Jian Yu smiled, but Qing Jue also laughed. Lin Xuan couldn't understand these smiles. Lin Xuan turned around suddenly and looked behind him. There, a figure walked out, "Master of Bajian Pavilion!"
"Why is he here?" Lin Xuan frowned, but more and more figures appeared in the sky, including the master of Tianxue Sect, the master of Huowu Liu Sect, the master of Eternal Sword Sect, the master of Tianji Pavilion, etc.
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These people are rare to see in normal times, but now, under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, figures came out one after another. Without hesitation, these people all walked towards Jian Yu.
"One, two, three, four..." An idle warrior was counting the number of people. When he finished counting, he was shocked. There were more than twenty people. What shocked him most was
Yes, these are all the masters of the same sect.
The leader of the second-rate sect! The master of Bajian Pavilion and others walked to Jian Yu's side and did not say much. They expressed their meaning with actions.
More than twenty powerful auras filled the air, and at the same time, twenty general trends gathered together.
Suddenly, there will be thirty sects standing on the Sword God Sect's side, and they are all second-rate sects.
As for Lin Xuan, even if he includes third-rate sects, there are only a dozen or so, and even a fool can see the difference.
Compared with the number of Spirit Master Realm warriors, Lin Xuan's side can't compare with it. Compared with the power of the sect, Lin Xuan's side can't compare with it either.
The five Wuling people also looked at this scene in surprise. They did not expect that the sect leader's crazy challenge would have such an impact.
The third-rate sect leaders standing behind Lin Xuan felt the urge to break their eggs at this moment, and their faces were full of bitterness. Only now did they realize that they and others had made a wrong decision.
"Everyone, this is a grudge between us and the Sword God Sect. What do you want?" The smile at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth had a bitter taste.
Hearing this, the master of Bajian Pavilion raised his head, glanced at Lin Xuan, and said lightly: "You can't protect those people!"
"It can't be saved!" the master of Tianji Pavilion said calmly, his eyes gave people an extremely piercing feeling.
The pressure of more than 20 sect masters fell on Lin Xuan and others. Lin Xuan and others retreated again. These 20 or so sect masters joined forces to represent the sky above their heads, at least for Lin Xuan.
That's true.
The general trend of more than twenty sects gathered together, and under such pressure, Lin Xuan had to temporarily avoid the edge.
Lin Xuan's expression changed. If Ling Yue and others offended so many sects, it was obviously not worth it.
But no one knew that Ling Yue was his illegitimate son! The so-called old friend was brought up by Lin Xuan casually. How could Lin Xuan be willing to watch Ling Yue fall?
Not only that, if it retreats, the prestige of the Shenyin Sect in the Martial God Continent will inevitably plummet.
While Lin Xuan was meditating, Qing Jue took a few steps forward, and his Gang Feng emerged from Qing Jue's hand, condensing into a huge Gang Feng sword.
Obviously, Qing Jue wanted to kill someone! In the end, Lin Xuan sighed slightly, took a step forward to block Qing Jue's steps, and said calmly: "You can't kill these people, I, the Divine Seal Sect, will protect them!"
As he spoke, a ray of light flashed on the ring on Lin Xuan's right hand, and a broken sword appeared in Lin Xuan's hand.
The Broken Sword appeared, and the strange gathering of spiritual energy from heaven and earth caused a stir in the space.
Lin Xuan raised his eyes slightly, looked at the floating island in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "If senior helps me, then I, the Divine Seal Sect, will dedicate this half of the sword to senior!"
This half-cut sword must be extraordinary. At least Qing Jue and others felt an astonishing pressure on it. There seemed to be a will in this half-cut sword.
Before Lin Xuan finished speaking, a series of roars sounded in the sky, a terrifying pressure spread out, and a tall figure walked out of the void and returned to Li Ren, the leader of the Sword Sect.
If Ye Shaohan were here, he would also recognize the person in front of him. He was the powerful Spirit Emperor Realm man who was chasing him in the first place.
When the leader of the first-class sect saw this figure, Jian Yu and others frowned.
Li Ren just took a step forward, and this step spanned dozens of feet, reaching the sky above Lin Xuan. His eyes focused on the half-cut sword in Lin Xuan's hand.
"Give me the half-cut sword, these people in front of you will be fine!" Li Ren said lightly, losing Mei Niang, there was a trace of exhaustion in Li Ren's eyes.
Hearing this, Lin Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the half-cut sword. The half-cut sword floated up strangely and fell into Li Ren's hand.
Holding the half-cut sword, a fiery look flashed in Li Ren's eyes. After getting the half-cut sword, he could reassemble the sword, and he would have something to rely on against the ancient Taoist sect master.
Putting away the half-severed sword, Li Ren turned around and looked at Qing Jue and the others. His sword eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and the aura of his Spirit Emperor realm warrior filled the air, turning into a terrifying coercion and sweeping out.
Faced with the oppression of the Spirit Emperor Realm, Ye Shaohan had to avoid the edge for a while, let alone Qing Jue and others.
Bang bang! Qing Jue and others took a few steps back, channeling their spiritual energy to resist this terrifying pressure.
"I am going to Jianzong to intervene in this matter. Do you have any opinions?" Li Ren said calmly, his calm tone giving people a sense of majesty that cannot be violated.
"I don't care whether both sides are right or wrong, let's just forget about it!" Li Ren said calmly.
Hearing this, Qing Jue and the others were about to speak out when a terrifying coercion suddenly came over them.
Bang bang! Qing Jue, Jian Yu and others took a few steps back again. Only through personal experience did they realize how terrifying the Spirit Emperor realm was.
Li Ren glanced over and landed on the Pavilion Master of Bajian Pavilion and others, without saying a word.
When just one look brought them endless oppression, the master of Bajian Pavilion sighed slightly, looked at Qing Jue and others helplessly, and whispered: "Sorry!"
After saying that, the master of Bajiang Pavilion turned around and retreated to the floating island. He couldn't afford to offend the first-class sect, at least the current Bajian Pavilion couldn't offend him.
The other sect leaders also sighed slightly and turned to leave. For a moment, only Wan Yu Sword Sect and others were left beside Qing Jue and others.
Qing Jue did not say anything about the departure of the Pavilion Master of Bajiang Pavilion and others. Qing Jue and others were very grateful that they were able to take action before.
"Spiritual Emperor Realm!" Looking at the figure in front of him, Qing Jue sighed slightly. He and others were still too weak. If he had the cultivation of the Spiritual Emperor Realm, why should he be afraid of this person in front of him.
The entire situation went back to Lin Xuan's side, and just one Spirit Emperor realm warrior turned the entire situation around.
Wu Ling sighed slightly, he knew that this was already the limit of the Sword God Sect.
"Gentleman, ten years!" Luo Zeng lightly patted Wu Ling's shoulder and whispered.
Hearing this, Wu Ling glanced at Luo Zeng. He understood what Luo Zeng meant. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years.
Without any hesitation, Wu Ling took a step forward, held his sword, made a sword salute to Qing Jue and others, and whispered: "Senior Qing Jue, let this matter go!"
"After all, we are only slightly injured!" After saying that, Wu Ling turned to look at Li Ren and said calmly: "Then follow what the senior said!"
Seeing Wu Ling make a decision for herself and others, Qing Jue sighed slightly and said nothing more. She just gave Li Kang a cold look. This look made Li Kang's heart tremble.