Ten minutes later, the group came to the archway at the entrance of the mountain, and four disciples from Shengtian Sword Pavilion asked.
Boom!
Before he finished speaking, Bai Hu raised his hand and waved. After a flash of sword light, the archway suddenly collapsed and dust filled the sky.
It all depends on the four Jiange disciples running in time, otherwise, they would probably be crushed into a puddle of mud.
"You bastards, you dare to destroy the sect archway of my Shengtian Sword Pavilion, you are really impatient!" One of the men raised his finger and pointed at the white tiger and yelled angrily.
laugh!
Before he finished speaking, the Blood Rakshasa flipped his wrist, and a sword energy swept away. One of the man's arms immediately fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.
"Ah..." The man screamed and fell down.
When the other three men saw this, they quickly fled up the mountain.
However, before they could run a few steps, they all lay down.
"Besides the people from the Yin Yang Temple, who else from the super sect is here?" Ling Hao walked up to the man who had one of his arms cut off and asked.
"Feng...Fengyun Holy Sect also...sent people here..." the man said with difficulty.
"Who is leading the team?" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.
The old antique named Lu Xiao, the great elder of Fengyun Holy Sect, whom I met on the top of Kunlun Mountain ten days ago, came to mind.
"Yes...it's their third elder..." the man continued to respond.
"Thank you!" Ling Hao replied lightly, then raised his hand to sweep out a wisp of strong wind, and the man's legs kicked off and there was no movement.
About half an hour.
The group of people arrived at the gate of the Zongmen compound located on the top of the mountain.
Shengtian Sword Pavilion is indeed a top-ranked super sect. The area of the sect alone is much larger than that of the Qingtian Dao Sect. There are hundreds of antique buildings scattered throughout the top of the mountain.
At this time, the sect's courtyard was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, and it was bustling with people.
As one of the super sects, the influence of Shengtian Sword Pavilion in the ancient martial arts world is unquestionable.
In addition to the people from the Yin Yang Temple and the Fengyun Holy Sect, there were dozens of sects and aristocratic families who came to celebrate his birthday.
In the open space in the courtyard, guests were chatting in small groups.
"Who are you?" One of the seven or eight men in Taoist robes looked at Ling Hao and his group at the entrance of the courtyard and asked.
Twenty minutes ago, they had been notified that all the guests had arrived, so the group of people in front of them were obviously not here to celebrate their birthday.
"Where is your pavilion master?" Qinglong took a few steps and said calmly.
"What do you want from our Pavilion Master?" the man asked after taking a deep breath.
"You'd better answer my question directly." A cold feeling spread from Qinglong.
"Who are you? This is the Shengtian Sword Pavilion Sect's compound. If you want to cause trouble here..." the man spoke again.
Bang!
Before he could finish his words, after a strong wind, the man flew a hundred meters away and collapsed in the courtyard.
"Bastard, just wait for me!" Several other men shouted and ran into the compound.
They couldn't sense any aura fluctuations from Ling Hao's people, and knew that these people were definitely not good people, so they had no choice but to go in and bring in reinforcements.
"Go in!" Ling Hao led everyone in steadily.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After a while, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps all around, and four to five hundred outer disciples of the Holy Sky Sword Pavilion appeared from around the courtyard.
