Chapter 779 Those who abandon their cultivation will live!
"Which sect are you from?"
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 running 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 whose arm was cut off and asked.
"The Fengyun Holy Sect has 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, 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 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 groups.
"Who are you?" At the entrance of the courtyard, one of the seven or eight Taoist-robed men looked at Ling Hao and his group 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 finished speaking, after a strong gust of 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 and the others, 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.
In addition, many people who came to congratulate me also gathered around.
"You are really tired of living. You dare to come to our Holy Sky Sword Pavilion to cause trouble. Do you think your life is too long?" One of the long-haired men pointed his sword at Ling Hao and others and continued to speak angrily.
"For the sake of today being the sixtieth birthday of our Pavilion Master, you guys will destroy one of your arms and get out of here."
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, Xuan Pang swept out his palm, and the man flew out like a ball. He passed over the crowd and fell to the ground. His head tilted and he fainted.
"Huh?" The outer disciples did not expect that Xuan Pang would dare to take action under the siege of so many of them, and their expressions changed at the same time.
"You are looking for death!" One of the men yelled and stabbed Xuan Pang with a sharp sword in his hand, and the others followed closely behind.
The melon-eaters around stood motionless on the spot as if watching the excitement.
It's not that they don't want to help, it's that in their opinion, there's no need for them to help.
Most people are wondering who is so bold and dares to come to the super sect to cause trouble.
Many of them felt that Ling Hao looked vaguely familiar, but they couldn't remember where they had seen him.
"Brother, do you want to kill him?" Qinglong looked at Ling Hao and asked.
"Those who abandon their cultivation can live, otherwise, they will die!" Ling Hao responded in a deep voice.
From the moment Shengtian Sword Pavilion sent people to Dongzhou, their fate was already doomed!
"Understood!" Lu Yue and others responded and then moved forward to greet them.
The result is, of course, no doubt.
In less than a minute, more than a hundred people were lying down, and there were stumps and broken arms everywhere.
The remaining two to three hundred people stopped their offensive one after another and retreated uncontrollably, with a strong look of fear in their eyes.
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The skills of Yue and others have far exceeded their expectations, and they are so decisive in killing, which makes them feel panic from the bottom of their hearts.
The crowd watching the excitement around them were no longer calm, and everyone had shocked expressions on their faces.
"Everyone stay back!"
At this moment, an old man's voice sounded, and then a group of people were seen running over from a short distance away in a hurry.
The leader was an old man in gray robes who was sixty or seventy years old. His eyes were sharp, his face was ashen, and his body was full of aura.
This person is one of the deputy masters of Shengtian Sword Pavilion, Wu Ren.
Behind him were twenty or thirty outer sect elders from Shengtian Sword Pavilion, all of whom were not weak in cultivation.
"Deputy Pavilion Master Wu, they" an outer disciple quickly walked up to Wu Ren and said.
However, Wu Ren ignored him at all, walked steadily dozens of meters away from Ling Hao, and spoke in a deep voice.
"King Xi, don't you think it's too much for you to bring people to our Holy Sky Sword Pavilion to kill like this?"
Others may not know Ling Hao, but as one of the deputy masters of Shengtian Sword Pavilion, it is impossible not to know him!
hiss!
Hearing his words, there was a gasp of air from all around.
They finally knew why Ling Hao looked familiar. It turned out to be the famous Xiwang Lingshuai!
Many melon-eaters were secretly glad because they didn't join in the fun before, otherwise they would have been miserable.
The four words Xiwang Lingshuai are now a nightmare for the ancient martial arts world. Most people are afraid to avoid him. Who dares to take the initiative to provoke this living king of hell.
"Is it too much?" Lu Yue looked at Wu Ren and said in a deep voice.
"Ten days ago, when you sent people to Kunlun Mountain to ambush my eldest brother, and sent people to Dongzhou to kidnap my eldest brother's family, didn't you think that today would happen?"
