Gao Yang and others were anxiously waiting outside!
There are more than 400 sword cultivators standing outside now, of which about 200 have just come out, and about a hundred are seriously injured. No one said anything, they are brothers who died for the sword, and they were seriously injured.
We are all brothers when we wait for another opportunity. Everyone's choice is different, and no one has the right to force anyone else!
Relatively speaking, there are more than 300 Kuchan Arhat monks standing opposite. If we add those who are still on the chessboard of heaven and earth, there are nearly 800 survivors!
Two hundred Buddhists died and six hundred sword cultivators were martyred. This number cruelly illustrates the huge strength gap between the side sect and the upper sect. This is despite the fact that more than half of the bitter Zen masters did not come. At least, the Thorn Monk only came.
There are three, most of them have their own tasks.
The two sides were facing each other from a distance, but there was no sign of a fight. The monks did it because of the rules, and the sword cultivators did it because of their strength. This is completely different from the Five Rings. If it were Xuanyuan's gang, would this be a good place for killing people?
The concepts are different.
While waiting, word began to spread slowly about who Shan Er was. Every sword cultivator looked at the Seven Color Sword Sect with eyes filled with respect, which made Gao Yang feel on pins and needles!
He was very hesitant. It was one thing to enter the chessboard and play hard, but it was another thing to come out and take the blame for the boss!
When Kuchan Temple really starts to take revenge without revealing anything, how can the Seven Color Sword Sect, which is greatly weakened, be able to withstand it?
But there are also a large number of understanding people, Chuandou and Mo Wen came to their senses. They know the Seven Colors very well, and they know how it is possible to cultivate such a freak with the abilities of the Seven Color Sword Sect?
There are regular things in the world of cultivation. It's not like a genius from some small side sect can defeat everything. It involves too many skills, swordsmanship, resources, utensils, elixirs, mysteries, etc.
Wait for something.
Mo Wen suddenly asked: "I suddenly remembered that about a few decades ago, the famous Qise Jindan was detained at home to perform a special mission, right? Has he come back?"
Gao Yang smiled bitterly, "I didn't come back, so I came to take him in! He came back too, but it wasn't him!"
Chuandou understood at this moment, "I understand! This is the top master sent by the Taoist family! Well, these tricks are finally interesting enough this time, and they are not completely useless... I wonder, which one is it?"
Gao Yang whispered: "Mask!"
Mo Wen was surprised, "I thought it was Tian Guan or a bull rider! When did this Xiaoyao Mask become so powerful? Their title holder has always been the weakest among several Taoist sects..."
Chuan Dou said, "That's a rumor of yours. How can there be any serious ranking among the title holders? Pretending to be weak while actually being strong is nothing new in the world of cultivation! Also, only Xiaoyaoyou's Taoist lineage is more mixed. Among them,
There are quite a few sword cultivators here, but I didn’t expect that their swordsmanship could reach such an appalling level! How can this make us feel so embarrassed?”
A few people were chatting on the spot. The reason why Gao Yang exposed this secret was to slowly spread the news through the mouths of the two of them. Xiaoyou could not afford to carry this blame, but the Seven Color Sword Sect could not!
As for whether there will be violations, there is no need to worry. The battle for victory in the chess game in Shaoying Continent this time is the grudge between Jianmai and Kuchan. As long as you are a sword cultivator, it does not count as a violation of the agreement, even if you are a free sword cultivator.
, or the sword cultivator of Taixuan Zhonghuang.
"Will he win?" Mo Wen was worried.
Gao Yang took a breath and said, "I had no intention of winning this chess game. It was just to show Jianmai's unyielding will. Junior Brother Mo has seen hope and his mind is in a state of confusion!"
At the other end of the sword cultivator group, individual sword cultivators also gathered together. After a battle, they turned out to be the group with the highest survival rate among the eleven teams. It was not that they did not fight hard, but that during the battle
We followed the right leader! We didn’t take on a very important task, so as a result, there were less than ninety people, and now there are about fifty left.
The friendship between swordsmen is most precious only through life and death in battle. They are all from different continents. They didn't know each other before. They gathered here for a common goal, but now they have become life and death friends!
After briefly talking to each other, the topic returned to the leader, Senior Brother Shan.
"Do you think that Senior Brother Shan is a member of the Seven Color Sword Sect? If so, if we join the Seven Color Sword Sect, even if we are not as invincible as Senior Brother Shan, can we still make some progress?" Feisha asked.
His problem is actually a problem for many people, especially those who have formed the Demon Sword. They respect this Senior Brother Shan like a god. He carries the two flags freely and freely. This kind of emotionless ambition is not something ordinary people can do.
You're just pretending that you don't know what the motorcycle that your senior brother is talking about is?
Che Xie shook his head, "I don't think so! If they are really from the Seven Color Sword Sect, why are they sent to our casual cultivator team? With Senior Brother Shan's ability, how many fewer people will die if he stays in the Seven Color Team? I would rather be generous now.
Even if I die more, I will be sent to protect us individual travelers? And I think Senior Brother Shan was at the bottom of the queue at that time, and no one looked down on him!"
Cong Rong nodded, "That's right, you're right behind me. My senior brother was still grabbing monsters. I didn't know him at the time. I thought you, a guy at the end of the queue, would dare to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf? I just wanted to wait for him to come out."
Scolding him..."
A sword cultivator joined in, "Have you scolded me?"
Cong Rong laughed and said, "Why didn't you scold me? Senior brother killed three people in a row at that time. As soon as he came out, I started to scold him: Senior brother has extraordinary swordsmanship, and my younger brother Cong Rong is from Gushi..."
All the sword cultivators burst into laughter. They are the group of people who don't have to worry the least. They are supported by Senior Brother Shan in front and supported by the Nine Great Sword Veins behind them. It is impossible for these stragglers to be placed in the eyes of a big force like Ku Chan.
It's over, I've done my duty as a swordsman, I can be as cool as I want, I don't have any burden.
Nandang thought thoughtfully, "After seeing the power of Senior Brother Shan, I feel that all my sword training in this life has been done on dogs! If a monk rubs such a sword on the ground, it would be better not to practice it at all!"
You guys think, if Senior Brother Shan is also a Sanren, can we also set up some kind of sect or organization, or guild or something, and Senior Brother will recommend Senior Brother Shan, and everyone can learn from him?"
Cong Rong clapped his hands and said, "Nandang, you stepped on your heel and it enlightened you! It makes sense. After all, we are all scattered, and there is no financial burden. If one person dies, the whole family will die!"
Everyone is idle. I just want to see the true face of Lingshan, Senior Brother Shan’s swordsmanship! It’s so boring on the chessboard of heaven and earth. I only see people entering and don’t hear the sound of fighting! It’s like listening to a bed. It’s useless to just listen without watching!
"
Everyone laughed. This was actually everyone's wish. They were all prepared to die here. What else could they not think of?
The outcome of this chess game is no longer in their hearts. What they are more urgent about now is Senior Brother Shan's unpredictable swordsmanship!
