Thousands of disciples from Piaoxue Palace stood quietly in front of Piaoxue Palace, looking at the eighteen figures in the front with burning eyes.
Those eighteen figures were all dressed in Piaoxue Palace costumes, with snow-white fur collared robes, showing their tall and straight figures, and covered with a red cloak, like red plums blooming in the wind and snow.
Eighteen disciples who participated in the war between four sects and ten dynasties!
In front of the eighteen people were the elders of Piaoxue Palace.
At this moment, Piaoxue Palace was filled with solemn expressions.
"Three years ago, nineteen people from my Piaoxue Palace went on an expedition and created brilliance in the battles between four sects and ten dynasties!"
Outside the main hall, the voice of Yan Nangui suddenly echoed, and the latter was also seen wearing white clothes and a red cloak. His brows were less gentle, but more domineering.
"Three years later, the war between the four sects and ten dynasties will come again, and Piaoxue Palace will remain glorious!"
"As we go to Xuanyuan City, I hope that all the disciples will be united, take the splendor of Piaoxue Palace as their own splendor, regard the dignity of Piaoxue Palace as their own dignity, and do their best to protect the glory of Piaoxue Palace!"
Up and down the Piaoxue Palace, the sound of geese returning to the south is like the long tolling of ancient bells, vibrating back and forth in the void.
"I am willing to fight for the palace gate!"
On the square, all the disciples roared in unison, the sound was like thunder, shaking the sky.
The battle between four sects and ten dynasties!
Within the Dongling Realm, there is the highest level of power struggle.
Just three years ago, Piaoxue Palace, under the leadership of Lin Cangxue, created a legend.
Nineteen people went to war, and nineteen people returned.
Lin Cangxue, with one sword and one person, killed eighty-seven people from other forces, making him the well-deserved number one in Dongling Fengyun!
Now, Lin Cangxue is gone in Piaoxue Palace, but the war between the four sects and ten dynasties will still continue. And the glory that belonged to Piaoxue Palace needs to be defended even more.
On the arena, Lin Huang looked up at the heavy snow falling in the sky, his eyes like lightning, boiling with fighting spirit.
"Inner disciple He Yun!"
Then, Yan Nangui's serious voice rang out in the square, chanting the names of every disciple who went out to fight.
As he finished speaking, a disciple stepped forward and emerged from the crowd of eighteen figures, his expression full of solemnity.
"Inner disciple Ge Tian!"
"exist!"
"Inner disciple Mo Canfeng!"
"Inner disciple Mo Canyun!"
…
In the square, one voice after another echoed, like Huang Zhong Da Lu's endless voice. Every disciple who was read was one of the eighteen.
They will represent Piaoxue Palace in the battle!
"Inner disciple Bai Xiaopang!"
"Inner disciple Lu Han!"
Yan Nangui continued, the speed of the words in his mouth became faster, and his voice became more fierce. It caused wind and clouds to surge in the void.
"Inner disciple Shen Qingsi!"
"The number one in the inner sect, Xie Qinghou!"
When I thought of Xie Qinghou, there was finally a commotion in the solemn atmosphere in the square. Everyone looked at the young man in white and red robes in front of them, with burning eyes.
Number one in the inner sect, Xie Qinghou!
Will this number one in the inner sect, who has been dormant for many years, finally show his sharp edge in this battle between the four sects and ten dynasties?
Then, the mighty voice of the geese returning to the south sounded again in the square:
"The leading disciple of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties, the thirty-fourth generation chief of Piaoxue Palace, Lin Huang!"
After he finished speaking, thousands of eyes instantly focused on Lin Huang.
Lin Huang was dressed in snow-white clothes and wrapped in a bright red cloak, with the snow lion totem of Piaoxue Palace painted on the cloak.
Under the attention of everyone, Lin Huang took a step forward, with a firm look on his face, and a sharp gaze flashing in his dark eyes. He stood quietly in front of the disciples, like a straight spear from the sky.
"I hope you live up to my Piaoxue glory!"
Yan Nangui's eyes fell on Lin Huang and said calmly.
Lin Huang raised his head and turned to look at the thousands of disciples in Piaoxue Palace. His calm voice was filled with determination, "If I don't fall, the glory of Piaoxue Palace will never be destroyed!"
"Set off!"
As Yan Nangui gave the order, eighteen figures instantly lined up in a long line.
All over the Piaoxue Palace, the sound of bells suddenly sounded. The bells sounded loud and exciting, as if they were riding the wind and waves and moving forward indomitably.
"Best congratulations to all of you, fellow seniors, and may you protect me from the snowy glory!"
"May the chief achieve victory!"
"May all the senior brothers return triumphantly!"
"May the Chief make me famous as Piaoxue!"
…
In the vast void, the voices of thousands of disciples in Piaoxue Palace resounded.
Lin Huang turned back and looked at the thousands of disciples behind him, and then turned to look at Lin Cangxue's small courtyard. There seemed to be endless fighting spirit on his calm face.
Then, Lin Huang waved his arm and led the seventeen disciples behind him down the mountain!
In the heavy snow, the mountain gate of Piaoxue Palace was wide open, and a group of figures in red, together with Yan Nangui and Nan Yunlie, flew through the wind and snow like a startled dragon, heading towards Xuanyuan City.
There will be a battle between four sects and ten dynasties!
Within the territory of Dongling, the place where all the young geniuses and the lords of all forces gather together.
When the bell rang loudly, the eighteen disciples of Piaoxue Palace came down the mountain.
In a dark and dilapidated courtyard of Piaoxue Palace, a woman was covered in filth and lying on the bed in extremely revealing clothes, exposing a large area of snow-white skin.
The woman straightened her messy hair, her face was still pretty, but she revealed a touch of enchanting charm and beauty. Her movements made her look even more coquettish. She was wrapped in a snow-white silk scarf.
She got on the bed, and her attractive figure was vaguely visible in the haze.
Next to the woman, there was a naked Piaoxue Palace disciple who was unconscious. His face was frighteningly pale, as if his energy and energy had been sucked dry.
Beside the bed, the woman pursed her bright red lips, looked at the unconscious man on the bed, and showed a coquettish smile. Then she grabbed the man's hair and dragged him to the room further inside.
The room inside seemed very dark, with a sinister atmosphere that penetrated people.
The woman looked at the dozens of naked young men in the dark room, all of whom were pale and asleep. The woman's bright red lips held her jade finger, and a lustful smile gradually appeared on her face.
Then, the woman turned around and closed the door, took off her transparent gauze, sat naked on the bed, and practiced meditation.
As he waved his jade hand, his whole body was filled with traces of blood-colored light, which looked very strange.
It was not until half an hour later that the woman held her chest with one hand, and stretched her hand down as smooth as a water snake. After feeling the satisfaction and strength inside and outside her body and mind, a pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes bloomed with a vicious and biting light:
"Lin Huang! You couldn't have imagined that I, Yun Feifei, survived the catastrophe and returned to the realm again!"
Feeling the power flowing in her body, Yun Feifei smiled coquettishly, "You were so confident when you didn't kill me. One day, I will drain your essence and blood and let you become the one under my skirt."
servant!"
"And Lin Cangxue..."
Yun Feifei's arms were caressing her whole body enchantingly, like a beautiful snake twisting obsessively on the bed. Her enchanting eyes were becoming more and more malicious.