"Woo woo woo, don't kill us."
Duan Hengdao's wailing sounds were endless.
Song Hansheng, who secretly grabbed the scattered talismans and prepared to ignite the formation, felt overwhelmed after hearing this. He stretched out his hand to press his trembling shoulders, his face pale and weak: "Hey. Can you stop shouting?"
"It's so noisy."
Duan Hengdao's pupils shrank as he looked at the sharp sword in front of him, "Ahhh, but they are coming to kill us again."
"Shut up and get out of the way." The young man's face turned pale. He pushed Duan Hengdao away and quickly made hand gestures to block the blade that was rising and inserted by the defensive talisman. Light blue talismans spread under his feet.
All the formations that were set up before were detonated using himself as the guide. The Five Elements Formation caused an explosion dozens of meters away. All the demons that approached were not spared and were strangled by various killing formations.
Duan Hengdao's scream was suddenly stuck in his throat.
Silly thought.
The Yueqing Sect's killing formation is well-deserved of its reputation.
…
Ye Qinghan looked at his fellow disciples who were trying their best to resist. He was covered in bruises, with a wound deep enough to see the bone. With the help of elixirs, the wound healed quickly. He kept replenishing his spiritual energy and taking drugs, but he only managed to hold out for about two days.
The only way to defend it any further is to die.
"Is the main city over there intact?" Ye Qiao asked.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly. Seeing the movement of the jade slip, Ye Qinghan told Ye Qiao the bad news, "It's not broken, but we can't stop it, Ye Qiao."
"Take them away from the main city and evacuate those monks. I'm afraid they will massacre the city."
Ye Qinghan's shuriken turned slightly downward, pointing at the ground. The white sword light was as white as snow. He told her calmly, "We will guard this place well."
They asked about the ancestral teachings of the Sword Sect, and with swords in hand, they should protect the peace of the cultivation world.
This is the mission of the so-called righteous disciples.
"Don't guard it anymore. Let them come. They can come." She said in a contented tone, stepped on the flying sword, and quickly delivered the message to the people guarding the main city, "I'm waiting for them to come."
Ye Qiao sometimes admired Ye Qinghan very much. The sense of belief of the Wenjian Sect was much stronger than that of others. They refused to retreat at this critical moment. If it were any other sect, they would have abandoned this main city long ago. No wonder they let Ye Qinghan lead the team.
Ye Qinghan: “?”
He frowned, "What?"
Ye Qiao: "Look at the sky."
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