Liuyun Sword Sect, Suo Jianfeng, the atmosphere in the sect's main hall seemed very depressing.
In the past few days, the entire territory of Qingzhou has been attacked by seven or eight forces. The major city lords have led a large number of city guards to fight with the enemy troops. Smoke of gunpowder fills the air wantonly, and bloody wars are staged in various counties and counties at all times.
Wanshou Beast Mountain not only has strong soldiers and horses, but also the innate strength is far superior to that of the Sword Sect.
There is a serious shortage of troops in major counties and counties. In addition, in recent years, in order to destroy Baihu Tower and Qingyi Sect, Jian Zong has lost troops and generals. Faced with the overwhelming advantage of Wanshou Mountain, Jian Zong's camp has been retreating steadily and has been defeated. There are thousands of disciples of the sect.
Hundreds of people died.
Above the main hall, Elder Sixiangfeng and Murong Xuan were sitting in charge of the sect, listening carefully to the battle reports coming from all over Qingzhou!
Sect disciples rushed in from outside one by one, anxiously conveying what was happening on the front line.
"Report, report to the sect master. According to the battle report from the front, Elder Zhu Ran was unfortunately killed in battle, the elite disciples lost 600, and Qiancheng County was lost!"
"Report, report to the sect master. According to the battle report from the front, Elder Gongsun was seriously injured, Zhuo Fei died in the battle, elite disciples lost five hundred, Changle County fell, and the senior sister is retreating to the Wolong Mountains with the elders!"
"Report, report to the sect master. According to the battle report from the front, three city guard commanders in Changle County rebelled and joined forces with Wanshou Mountain to launch a sneak attack on Changle County. Elder Huo arrived and killed the two city guard commanders. The Changle army fell!"
Murong Xuan sat above him, with a gloomy look on his face as he listened to the bad news constantly coming from the disciples of the sect, his mood seemed extremely heavy.
Hearing the bad news coming one after another, Xu Lan, Uncle Yu, Zhao Canghai, and Shangguan Qingyun stood in the main hall, their faces turned red and looked particularly ugly.
"Could it be that our Sword Sect is really doomed?" Shangguan Qingyun clenched his fists and looked up to the sky with a sigh.
Zhao Canghai said with a cold expression: "Hmph, it seems that Wanshou Mountain is going to kill us this time. Since they want us dead, then they can't even think about it easy. The worst is the worst possible outcome! We must make them regret coming to Qingzhou."
"Since the founding of our Sword Sect, we have a history of a thousand years. We have experienced several sectarian wars, and have grown rapidly and become one of the eight major sects. We have achieved what we have today with great difficulty. Unexpectedly, our thousand-year-old foundation was destroyed in the hands of a traitor.
, It’s really ridiculous!” Uncle Yu shook his head and sighed, heartbroken.
Murong Xuan pondered for half a minute, and said with a sigh on his face: "Throughout the ages, sects have grown up in this land of Kyushu, and hundreds of flowers have bloomed. They have experienced wars and wars, and countless sects have been destroyed. Then times have changed, and countless sects have risen."
"Looking at the great vassal states in the dynasty era, they were once prosperous, but eventually they fell into decline!"
"The old sect leader has passed away. Everything went too smoothly during the rapid development of Liuyun Sword Sect. As the saying goes, the most prosperous period must decline. The most glorious time has passed!"
"All this has its own cause and effect. Today, various parts of Qingzhou have been lost one after another. The troops are seriously insufficient and are no longer able to compete with the enemy. This proves that our Liuyun Sword Sect has indeed exhausted its strength!"
"Now that the matter has come to this, I will give you the last order!" Murong Xuan took a deep breath, his expression full of grief.
From the day he became the leader of the Sword Sect, he has shouldered the important task of revitalizing the sect and making it prosperous.
But he never expected that the sect would be destroyed because of his small mistake. This was a huge shame for him, Murong Xuan, and even more sad for the Sword Sect.
Thinking of this, he was filled with endless guilt. In the future, he would be under the Nine Springs, what should he do to the ancestors of his sect.
"Xu Lan listens to the order. Once Wanshou Mountain leads people to attack the sect, there will be rivers of blood and corpses scattered everywhere!" Murong Xuan said with a solemn expression.
"The sect can be destroyed, but the inheritance must not be cut off!"
"Immediately go sort out the sect's precious classics and some treasures, quickly leave the sect with the core disciples of the sect, and find a shelter to settle down!"
"Before you are absolutely sure, never think about revenge. If there are talented people among the disciples of the sect in the future, they must be carefully cultivated!"
"If there is a chance, we must lead them to make a comeback and rebuild our Liuyun Sword Sect!"
"The rest of you, follow me and fight to the end!" Murong Xuan said at the end, he almost shouted, his voice full of grief. As if he had emptied his heart of all thoughts, he let out a long sigh, his majestic face full of vicissitudes of life.
, as if he has aged dozens of years instantly!
Xu Lan, Zhao Canghai, Shangguan Qingyun, and Uncle Yu looked at the sect master in shock, their bodies and minds were cold. It was hard to imagine how painful the sect leader felt when he made this decision.
"Sect Master, is this really the only step?" Xu Lan said with a pale face, her heart pounding for a moment.
Murong Xuan's heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, as if he were a lonely boat drifting in the vast ocean, with no hope in sight.
He said bitterly: "It's over. The military strength of Ten Thousand Beast Mountain is three times stronger than ours, and the innate experts have the help of six major forces. I, Liuyun Sword Sect, have no way to save the day!"
"Fight to the death, kill one by one!" Zhao Canghai said with a murderous look on his face.
Shangguan Qingyun gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Brother Zhao is right, I will make the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain knock my mouth full of blood even if I die!"
"Father, something bad is going to happen!"
At this moment, Murong Ziyun rushed in from outside the hall with a group of people!
Among those who came with them were Elder Huo Lei, Elder Song Lianzhou, Elder Gongsun, and some core disciples Li Feng, Teng Qinglei, Su Xingbai, Qu Qingyang, and Han Wenqing.
A large group of core senior executives crowded the entire hall to the brim!
"Why are you so worried?" Murong Xuan said with a serious expression.
Murong Ziyun looked anxious and said: "Every county in Qingzhou has fallen. The people from Wanshou Mountain have brought people to kill them. Now everyone retreats to Wolong Town!"
"So, everyone has retreated to the foot of the mountain?" Murong Xuan clenched his hands, veins on his forehead jumped, and there seemed to be a fire burning fiercely in his heart.
Murong Ziyun nodded anxiously and said: "The attack from Wanshou Mountain is so fast and fierce that we can't stop it!"
"Sect Master, let's fight them to the death!"
"Yes, it is impossible for our Liuyun Sword Sect to lose to Ten Thousand Beast Mountain!"
"We will live and die with the Sword Sect!"
There was a lot of discussion and chatter in the main hall, and there was a scene. Both the sect disciples and the sect elders were determined to fight to the death.
At this time, a disciple rushed in from outside and shouted: "Report to the sect leader that Tang Qianjun from Wushuang City is back!"
It attracted everyone in the sect to look over.
"Tang Qianjun? Could it be that Wushuang City was also lost?" Murong Xuan said in a deep voice.
The disciple responded: "No, Wushuang City has been defended. This time he came back with his woman Tang Yun, and he also brought back someone."
"Who did he bring back?" Murong Xuan asked with some confusion.
The disciple responded: "I don't know, that man is wearing a black robe and a hood so he can't see his face clearly!"
"Humph, this guy Tang Qianjun!" Murong Xuan shook his head helplessly, and then said: "Let him come in!"
"Yes!" The disciple nodded, turned around and left quickly. Seeing the disciple leaving, some people in the hall whispered, secretly guessing what Tang Qianjun was playing at this critical moment of life and death for the sect.
After a while, Tang Qianjun, with Tang Yun's support, slowly walked into the hall. A young man with a hood shaking all over his body walked in. His mysterious outfit immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The main hall automatically opened a passage, allowing Tang Qianjun and the others to walk into the main hall.
"Sect Master, I'm back!" Tang Qianjun said with a smile on his face.
Murong Xuan nodded and said: "You have worked hard for the Sword Sect through life and death, thank you for your hard work!"
"Jianzong is a matter of life and death. As an elder of the outer sect of Jianzong, I have a duty to serve the sect through life and death!" Tang Qianjun said solemnly.
Murong Xuan sighed: "If you come back, you won't be able to change the situation of the war, it will only increase casualties!"
Tang Qianjun said in a deep voice: "Sect Master, look who I brought back."
Immediately, the mysterious man in black robes and hood came out from behind and gently took off his hood, revealing his shapely face!
"Master, I'm back!" A gentle call was like a bolt of thunder striking the hall, instantly exploding!
Seeing this man's face, a pair of eyes instantly widened, looking at that extremely familiar young face in disbelief.
"Lu Chen!"
"Brother!"
"How could it be you!"
"Traitor, you still have the nerve to come back!"
Especially old acquaintances such as Murong Ziyun, Qu Qingyang, Teng Qinglei, and Han Wenqing, who were particularly close to Lu Chen, felt like the world was spinning and their heads were buzzing.
"Quiet!" Murong Xuan suddenly shouted, resounding throughout the entire hall, and the originally noisy scene instantly calmed down.
Murong Xuan and Lu Chen looked at each other, and time seemed to have frozen at this moment.
After being silent for a long time, he smiled: "I'm back, just come back!"
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life!" Lu Chen took a step forward, then half-knelt on the ground and gave a respectful salute.
Murong Xuan's originally gloomy face showed a bright smile: "Okay, very good! Thank you for your hard work."
"Sect Master, this person is a traitor to the Sword Sect. He must be captured and sentenced to death!" Zhao Canghai of Baihuyuan took a step forward and said with a cold expression.
Su Xingbai, who was next to him, also said quickly: "Master, this person has a vicious heart. He assassinated Elder Xu with bad intentions. He must be brought to justice!"
"Yes, he still has the nerve to come back, traitor!" Yuan Hao in the crowd cursed fiercely.
"Such a white-eyed wolf deserves death!"
"Sect Master, we must not spare him!"
"Things that are inferior to beasts cannot be killed even a hundred times!"
Seeing the return of Chen Lu from the past, the core leaders of the Sword Sect suddenly showed stern expressions on their faces, and everyone was excited.
All kinds of taunts and curses resounded in the hall, and people wanted to kill Lu Chen quickly to pay homage to Elder Xu's spirit in heaven.
"Shut up, everyone. Lu Chen did not defect to the Sword Sect. You have all misunderstood him!" Murong Xuan suddenly stood up and shouted loudly, instantly drowning out everyone's voices.
Everyone looked at the sect leader in surprise, each with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Father, what on earth is going on!" Murong Ziyun looked at his father in shock, his mind suddenly blurred, and his face was in disbelief.
