In the sky, Zi Donglai held the determination to die, with firm faith, and faced the two masters alone. rumble The golden spear swept, the terrifying momentum was monstrous, Zi Donglai didn't care about it, risking his life, it was completely a way of exchanging injuries for injuries He was not trying to survive for himself, but to hold back the two masters and gain precious respite for Ling Xian, or rather, he was for the inheritance of the Ziyang Sect.
I have to say, this is a good leader.
At this critical moment, he was not thinking about his own safety, but about the inheritance of the Ziyang Sect.
The disciples and elders below who sacrificed their lives and fought bloodily were also good, and everyone put life and death aside, vowing to advance and retreat with the Ziyang Sect, and live and die together "Alas, he is a good sect master, and at this time of crisis, he is not thinking about his personal safety, but about ensuring the continuous inheritance of the Ziyang Sect."
Ling Xian let out a long sigh and looked down at the storage bag around his waist, he knew very well that this storage bag contained the various inheritances of the Purple Yang Sect and the wealth accumulated over the past ten thousand years.
Suddenly, he felt his shoulders sink, as if a mountain was pressing down on it.
That's a heavy responsibility.
It is the responsibility to ensure the continuous inheritance of the Ziyang Sect and the continuous incense.
In all fairness, Ling Xian didn't have a friendship with Zi Donglai, and he didn't owe anything to the Ziyang Sect, but on the contrary, the Ziyang Sect owed him a lot of favors.
The kindness of repairing the Purple Cloud Array alone was enough to make everyone in the Purple Yang Sect grateful to him.
Therefore, he could withdraw and leave, and he didn't have to care about the lives of everyone in the Ziyang Sect at all, let alone accept this heavy responsibility.
You know, the situation is very serious at the moment.
It was very difficult to fight a bloody path, even with Ling Xian's strong strength, it was not easy to escape.
What's more, he still has to take Zi Donglai's children and those disciples, which undoubtedly increases the difficulty several times, and it can be called a life of nine deaths.
However, Ling Xian agreed.
Whether it was for Zidonglai's request, or for his own peace of mind, in short, he agreed without hesitation.
This is him, if he is someone else, it is too late to take care of himself, how can he bear the burden on himself "Purple Sect Master, don't worry, since I, Ling Xian, have promised you, I will definitely do it."
Ling Xian's expression was firm, looking at the purple-clothed man who was fighting bloodily, and slowly spit out a bland word full of killing intent.
"Even if it's risking this life."
With a faint word, Ling Xian glanced at Zi Donglai deeply, and then his figure flashed and flew towards the battlefield below.
"Ling Xian, if there is an afterlife, I am willing to be a cow and a horse to repay your kindness."
As if hearing Ling Xian's promise, the corners of Zi Donglai's mouth lifted slightly, and he smiled easily.
Then, he slowly withdrew his smile, and the spear in his hand burst out with brilliant brilliance, killing the two masters in front of him.
His offensive became more and more ferocious, but his body was getting weaker and weaker, but he didn't care at all, he just blindly attacked, vowing to stop the two strong people and buy a little time for Ling Xian.
Below, a woman wearing a purple dress with a delicate and beautiful face with a solemn expression, holding a long sword, was fighting to the death with the monk opposite.
This woman is the woman from Zidong, Zihuashang.
Behind her, huddled was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, his eyes were blank, his face was pale, and even his body was trembling violently.
His name is Purple Hero, and he is the son of Zi Donglai.
At this moment, Zihuashang pinched the sword trick in her hand and tried her best to resist the opponent.
However, her cultivation was only in the early stage of foundation building, and it was difficult to resist the man in the middle stage of foundation building opposite.
After a few moves, her sword was broken by the man.
"Hehe, little beauty, let me die" The man smiled coldly, used the mana in his body, and slapped his palm towards Zihuasheng's head This palm is strong and heavy, fierce and domineering, if it hits, this woman will definitely splash her brains and die.
"Are you going to die" A sad smile appeared at the corner of Zihuasheng's mouth, she knew very well that she couldn't stop this palm with her own strength.
Therefore, she simply gave up her resistance and waited for death to come.
However, just when she was full of despair, a figure crossed the air and instantly came to Zihuasheng.
Immediately, the woman's eyes widened and she saw a scene that she would never forget.
I saw that the young man in white slowly stretched out his right hand, and in an instant, the man who was irresistible to Zihuashang flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.
"You are the daughter of the Purple Sect Master, Zihuashang" Ling Xian slowly turned around, his expression as calm as water, as if the person who had just slapped him was not a foundation building powerhouse, but just a mosquito.
Zi Huashang was stunned, looking at the handsome young man who suddenly appeared, and didn't hear Ling Xian's question at all.
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, are you or not" Ling Xian frowned.
"Ahh Zihuashang came back to her senses and hurriedly said, "Ah, yes, I am." ” "Okay, then the child behind you is the son of the Purple Sect Master."
Ling Xian's brows furrowed, he glanced at the thin young man hiding behind the woman, and said in a deep voice: "The situation is urgent, I don't have time to say more to you, as long as you understand one thing, it is to follow me, remember, you must follow me." ” After speaking, he raised his head to the sky and shouted, which exploded like thunder, resounding throughout the battlefield "All the disciples and elders of the Ziyang Sect listen well, all of them will come to me, and I will lead you to fight a bloody path" As the words fell, the battlefield below suddenly fell silent, and everyone stopped their movements and looked towards Ling Xian's location.
Then, all the monks of the Purple Yang Sect perked up, and their faces were full of joy.
"Look, it's Ling Gongzi, Ling Gongzi has come to save us" "Haha, I knew that Ling Gongzi would definitely appear, with him, we would definitely survive" "Yes, Ling Gongzi is finally here, we are saved" Everyone in the Purple Sun Sect cheered, and even a few people left tears, not knowing if it was because of joy or sadness.
"Don't talk nonsense, get behind me."
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Ling Xian shouted again, urging everyone to hurry over.
Suddenly, those Purple Sun Sect monks shook off their respective opponents one after another, and then ran towards Ling Xian.
Soon, hundreds of monks gathered behind Ling Xian, each staring closely at his back, full of anticipation and trust.
Suddenly, Ling Xian felt that his pressure was even heavier.
The trust of hundreds of people means that hundreds of people's lives are pressed on his shoulders, how can he not feel pressure However, this responsibility is something he willingly accepts.
Therefore, he has no regrets, even if he fights for his life, he will take these people to live "Let's go, I'll take you" Ling Xian's expression was flat, and he took a step forward slowly but firmly, and then, a plain and firm word slowly came out of his mouth.
"Fight your way out."
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