"Let's go quickly, go to Locking Sword Peak first!" Murong Ziyun said with an extremely solemn expression.
As the daughter of the sect leader, she naturally knows very well what these nine consecutive bells mean. Since the Sword Sect established its own sect, it has only appeared twice in total.
Every time these nine bells ring, there is a major crisis.
The situation was so serious that Murong Ziyun and the others had to stop chatting first, and the group quickly rushed over.
As warriors, they ran extremely fast. After a while, they arrived at the square of Locking Sword Peak.
When they arrived, the entire square was filled with Sword Sect disciples, neatly arranged in three square formations. It was dark and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly depressing.
On the steps in front of everyone, stood a row of senior members of the core of the Sword Sect.
The leader is Murong Xuan, the leader of the Sword Sect, followed by a group of law enforcement elders, Xu Lan, Shangguan Qingyun, Uncle Yu, Zhao Canghai, Song Lianzhou, Zhu Ran and other innately strong men, all with cold expressions on their faces.
Murong Xuan looked down at the more than 8,000 elite disciples of the Sword Sect, and with a loud voice like a bell, he said loudly: "Our Sword Sect has a thousand-year history and has experienced two sectarian wars!"
"The first sectarian war took place eight hundred years ago. There were five major forces fighting each other in Qingzhou, competing for territory. In that chaotic era, there were countless horse thieves, bandits, bandits, and gangs. At that time, I, Liuyun Sword Sect, only had
To occupy a position in Qiancheng County, relying on the bloody battles of countless ancestors of my Sword Sect, I can forcefully carve out a bloody path!"
"In that battle, there were countless casualties and a bloody road. Three of the five major forces were destroyed. As a result, our Liuyun Sword Sect occupied half of Qingzhou, thus establishing the sect's thousand-year foundation!"
"Three hundred years before the second sectarian war occurred, the war swept across the entire land of Kyushu. Countless princes separated themselves from each other and fought with each other, causing loss of life and countless casualties! My ancestor of the Sword Sect led the sect's eight thousand disciples and once again put on armor and went into battle to fight the enemy bravely.
!Finally drove the last force out of the Qingzhou border, brought all thirteen counties and counties of Qingzhou under its jurisdiction, and became one of the eight top forces in Kyushu!"
"More than seventy years ago, there was a war in Qingzhou. Many forces secretly sent people to participate. It was the unparalleled swordsman Lu Xuanfeng who single-handedly entered the enemy camp and killed thirteen innate strong men in a row. Only then did he frighten those ambitious people!"
"Everyone must remember that the Sword Sect is what it is today because of the piles of countless corpses!"
"The glory you have now is all obtained with the blood of the ancestors of the Sword Sect. You must remember history!"
On the square, there were eighteen large braziers, and the raging fires were burning fiercely. The dazzling firelight illuminated everyone's faces red.
When all the disciples of the Sword Sect heard these words from their sect leader, their chests became hot and their blood boiled.
Murong Xuan paused here, gathered some thoughts, raised his voice another octave, and shouted loudly: "These days, the elders of my sect have received news from Qiancheng County, Yong'an County, Donglai County, Changguang County and other places.
They were all attacked by unknown forces, and these people burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil!"
"Later, through the investigation of the law enforcement elders, it was discovered that the force behind this was actually Wanshou Mountain!"
As soon as these words came out, it was like a pot of boiling water, and the whole square exploded.
"How is this going!"
"The sneak attack in Wanshou Mountain is outrageous!"
"His grandma is using dirty tricks to kill her!"
When those disciples heard that Wanshou Mountain was sneaking into the Sword Sect's territory, they immediately became excited and made an uproar. Each one of them was so angry that they gnashed their teeth, their faces turned red, and they looked extremely angry.
As a disciple of the Sword Sect, every plant and tree in Qingzhou belongs to the Liuyun Sword Sect, so there is no way to allow other forces to do whatever they want in Qingzhou. It is simply too old to stir up trouble and seek death.
Everyone's enthusiasm was aroused by Murong Xuan's words, and the atmosphere quickly became high.
Murong Xuan looked majestic, glanced at the group of Sword Sect disciples, and shouted loudly: "Today, a letter was sent from Wanshou Mountain!"
"The letter only said one sentence. Within a month, everyone in the Jianzong must abandon the dark side and surrender to the bright side. Otherwise, the Jianzong will be crushed and no one will be left alive!"
"These are the original words of the sect leader of Wanshou Mountain. What do you think we should do?"
"Fight!" Zhu Ran, who had the most fiery temper, was the first to stand up and shouted at the top of his lungs!
"Fight!" "Fight!" "Fight!" "Fight!"....
A single spark can start a prairie fire!
The word Zhu Ran is like a small flame that instantly ignites the entire grassland.
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
More than 8,000 disciples drew out their swords at the same time and shouted in unison. For a moment, the entire square mountain roared with a tsunami, and the momentum suddenly reached its peak.
Murong Ziyun, Qu Qingyang, Han Wenqing, and Tang Xuan looked at this scene in stunned silence. These brothers and sisters must be too crazy.
"Quiet!" Murong Xuan suddenly shouted, his powerful voice suppressing everyone's shouts.
His eyes were cold, and he shouted word by word: "War is cruel and the most ruthless. Once the two forces fight, many people will die. As the leader of a sect, I am very happy, because you have passion and passion.
Take responsibility and dare to go through life and death for Jianzong. But don’t be too blind and arrogant, because what we are about to face is the number one force in Kyushu, and the opponent has strong soldiers and horses, and a large number of people!"
"But our Liuyun Sword Sect doesn't have any advantage. Killings will happen at any time. Among these dead people, there will be your relatives, friends, and lovers."
"A small number of you disciples are core disciples who grew up in the sect, while most of the others are from common people in Qingzhou!"
"But here, there is no distinction between high and low. From the day you join the Sword Sect, you will be a member of the Sword Sect in life and a ghost of the Sword Sect in death!"
"Now, it has come to a moment of life and death for the sect. I will give you a choice. Those who are willing to fight for the sect can stay, and those who are unwilling can leave on their own!"
Murong Xuan's words were like a basin of ice water, pouring heavily on the hearts of all the disciples, and the originally high atmosphere in the square instantly became dead silence.
The sect leader is right. Sectarian wars are very cruel. If Wanshou Mountain attacks Liuyun Sword Sect, then the thousands of troops and horses will rush over, and ordinary warriors will be chopped into pieces in an instant!
On weekdays, when brothers compete in martial arts, they will show mercy, and at most they will only cause injuries and bloodshed!
But once a war breaks out, it will be no small matter. It will be a catastrophic catastrophe for ordinary people.
The enemy doesn't care who you are, they will kill you first. Their purpose is very simple, which is to wipe out the Sword Sect and completely occupy Qingzhou.
In history, there is no war that has not left corpses everywhere and devastated lives.
When they thought about the imminent war, the disciples seemed to see the horrific scene of thousands of troops rushing towards them.
Many people's faces turned pale, and some clenched their fists and broke into cold sweat.
Once the war breaks out, many unexpected things will happen. They will die anytime and anywhere, but what about their relatives and friends, what about their wives, children, parents, and who will protect them!
Various negative emotions such as worry, anxiety, and panic arose in their minds, causing many disciples to become mentally overwhelmed, and some even breathed heavily.
There was a commotion in the square, and whispers continued, but no one turned around and left.
As a warrior, when the sect's life and death are at stake, turning around and running away will only lead to being spurned and ridiculed by others.
In the land of Kyushu, the reputation of warriors is greater than anything else.
Murong Xuan looked around and saw everyone's reactions. He continued: "The wolf in Wanshou Mountain is ambitious and attempts to annex our Liuyun Sword Sect."
"If they dare to attack our Sword Sect, what should we do? We can only fight with our last resort!"
"Because behind you, your wives, children, parents need to rely on, and your relatives and friends need to be protected!"
"So, you must pick up the weapons in your hands to protect your loved ones and your friends!"
"The enemy will not be merciful just because you are an ordinary person. Only by working hard can you have a chance of survival!"
After Murong Xuan finished speaking, the entire square fell into dead silence, and the atmosphere seemed particularly depressing, as if a huge mountain was pressing on everyone's hearts, making people breathless.
At this moment of life and death for the sect, many people had various thoughts in their hearts.
Who is not afraid in the face of death? Who doesn’t have a little fear in his heart?
Among these people, there are not only disciples of the Sword Sect, but also some elders who have served the sect for generations.
They knew very well that if Ten Thousand Beast Mountain sent troops to attack, many people from Jian Sect would definitely die. Although not all of them would be killed, none of the core disciples and senior officials of Jian Sect would be able to escape.
"What's there to be afraid of? You'll get a big scar if you lose a bowl on your head!" A rough and arrogant man with a beard roared, his eyes full of madness: "We have hundreds of thousands of Sword Sect disciples, and we can drown them all just by spitting.
!I don’t believe it, their Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain is really that powerful.”
"Yes, Elder Niu is right. In the eyes of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, our Sword Sect is just a piece of fat meat, but if they dare to come, I will make their mouths full of blood!" A white-haired old man said with a fierce look in his eyes.
He said with a stern look on his face.
Song Lianzhou, who was standing in front, laughed loudly and said: "I, the Song family, have been joining the Jianzong for four hundred years. Our ancestors have served the Jianzong for generations, and we have been born and died. We are both prosperous and destructive. We have long taken life and death lightly. I, a descendant of the Song family,
When the time comes, be the first to take the lead and live and die with the Sword Sect!"
"Old Song, you are brave. Our Zhu family is no worse than you. I will be the first one to charge into the battle. No one can compete with me!" Zhu Ran, another law enforcement elder, laughed loudly, with a calm expression on his face.
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The Liuyun Sword Sect has been passed down for thousands of years since its founding. Many families joined the sect at that time, and their ancestors have served the Sword Sect for generations.
The children born from these families have been carefully cultivated by the sect since they were young, and are instilled with the idea of being loyal to the sect. This has been passed down from generation to generation, and loyalty has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
