"We will never bend, we will forge ahead without hesitation, and we swear to defend the Xuanjian Sect to the death!"

Thirty thousand disciples of the Xuanjian Sect drew their swords and shouted in unison.

Each disciple's eyes held a resolute determination.

Ling Yun, hidden in the shadows, witnessed this scene and said approvingly:

"This is what a true swordsman should be like. A true swordsman is like the sword in his hand, unyielding and unbreakable! Even when outnumbered, he will not yield, preferring to die rather than surrender!"

This is far superior to that Spirit Sword Sect!

A Bao and Yan Ruyu were slightly moved; they were also sword cultivators and felt the same way.

Faced with the Xuanjian Sect's fearless attitude, Yan Song, the leader of the Liehuo Sect, was full of contempt.

"I hate sword cultivators the most. They're all like rocks in a latrine—stinky and hard."

Seeing that the Xuanjian Sect would rather die than hand over the spiritual vein, Yan Song was unwilling to waste any more words and said in a deep voice to the disciples of the three sects:

Kill! Leave no one alive!

boom!

The three sects, with 100,000 disciples, launched a coordinated attack on the Xuanjian Sect.

"Defend the Xuanjian Sect, we would rather die than surrender!"

Xuan Yang roared, and the sword box behind him opened automatically, releasing seven longswords that charged toward the leaders of the three sects.

Go!

Lingyun shouted to Abao and the others.

As soon as he finished speaking, A Bao and the other three, along with Ling Yao, rushed over.

Ling Yao couldn't bear to see these sword cultivators being bullied, so she volunteered to fight.

The little white fox Lingxi also wanted to rush over, but Lingyun grabbed her by the tail and pulled her back.

"You are our team's trump card; we can't use you carelessly!"

Lingxi nodded seriously and gave up making a move.

Ling Yun did not act immediately, but secretly released his spiritual power to the disciples of the Xuanjian Sect.

He wanted Ah Bao and the others to gain more experience, because even the sharpest sword needs to be drawn from its sheath to become a powerful weapon.

Seeing the four adults and one child come to help, Xuan Yang was slightly taken aback. He felt grateful but did not want them to perish.

He transmitted his voice and shouted:

"Thank you, fellow Daoists. We accept your kindness and ask you to leave. Do not die in vain!"

Ah Bao and the others didn't reply, focusing on killing the enemy.

With Xuanwu in his left hand and a sword in his right, A Bao moved with unparalleled ease, making it difficult for even Golden Core cultivators to get close to him.

Xuanwu roared:

"You think you can use me as a shield? I'm a noble ancient divine beast, not your meat shield!"

Ah Bao ignored him.

Shangguan Hong held a golden spear, his eyes cold as he thrust the spear like a dragon.

A seven-colored phoenix phantom appeared behind Yan Ruyu, and flames followed with each sword strike.

Xiao Yanran merged with the crimson phoenix, each strike radiating crimson flames, and all enemies before her were reduced to ashes by the divine fire.

With her powerful muscle memory, Ling Yao unleashed a powerful sword technique that did not belong to this world. Although she was only four years old, she fought against dozens of Golden Core experts and forced them to retreat one after another.

For a time, the 100,000 disciples of the three sects were unable to break through and were instead forced to retreat in defeat.

Seeing this, Yan Song's face instantly turned cold. Xuan Yang, who was in the Nascent Soul Realm, had actually resisted the three of them, who were in the Divine Transformation Realm, for so long.

He exchanged a glance with the sect leader of the Tianshui Sect and the sect leader of the Peacock Sect.

The three of them immediately crushed the jade pendant.

Immediately, all the elite disciples, elders, and patriarchs who remained in the three sects were mobilized.

Half an hour later, more than 50,000 people joined the battle.

In terms of both numbers and strength, they were overwhelmingly superior, and even if A Bao and the others joined the battle, they would find it difficult to reverse the defeat.

Seeing this scene, a deep despair appeared in the eyes of Xuanjian Sect Master Xuan Yang.

He sighed and looked at Abao and the others.

"Thank you, fellow Daoists. Today, the Xuanjian Sect is destined to perish. You may all depart!"

After saying this, Xuanren patted his dantian, and his abdomen suddenly swelled up; he was about to self-destruct.

At the same time, the 30,000 disciples of the Xuanjian Sect showed resolute expressions and began to self-destruct.

Ling Yun knew it was time for him to make a move; A Bao and the others had almost finished their training.

The next moment!

Ling Yun raised his hand to interrupt the self-destruction of all the Xuanjian Sect members.

Suddenly, it appeared in the void.

Yan Song and the others didn't care when they saw the sudden appearance of a weakling at the third level of Martial Soul.

They planned to join forces to kill Xuan Yang, believing that once Xuan Yang was dead, the Xuanjian Sect would have no power to resist.

But then, in the next moment!

Ling Yun spoke softly:

"Sword, come!"

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

All the swords of the Xuanjian Sect members, as well as all the swords from the sword workshop, rushed out and floated behind Ling Yun.

Hiss~

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but gasp, realizing that Ling Yun was no ordinary person, as he could easily wield so many swords.

Moreover, each sword contains a despair-inducing sword aura.

Yan Song was filled with horror and pointed at Ling Yun, shouting:

"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business and get lost!"

Ling Yun ignored him and pointed forward.

Countless longswords flew in all directions.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wherever the longsword passed, the bodies of the disciples from the three sects exploded one after another.

Then, all the flying swords rushed towards the three sect leaders.

It was like being pierced by a thousand swords.

Then, tens of thousands of longswords were divided into three waves and flew towards the location of the three sects, razing them to the ground and killing all living beings.

Finally, the longsword returned to the hands of the Xuanjian Sect disciple, and the crisis was averted.

At this moment, the disciples of the Xuanjian Sect looked at each other, stunned.

After a long moment of stunned silence, Xuan Yang hurriedly bowed deeply to Ling Yun and the others:

"Thank you so much, senior, for saving the Xuanjian Sect!"

Ling Yun nodded slightly and said with a smile:

"I admire the former sect leader of the Xuanjian Sect for daring to draw his sword against evil, and I admire the disciples of the Xuanjian Sect for maintaining the pride of sword cultivators even in the face of crisis."

"You are right. We sword cultivators should be like the swords in our hands, unyielding and relentless, forging ahead without fear!"

"We would rather break than bend! We will forge ahead without hesitation!"

The disciples of the Xuanjian Sect looked resolute and shouted in unison.

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