Chapter 308
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Zhao Kun's brows furrowed as his gaze locked onto Tuogu, who was standing in front of the Yin-Yang School disciples. He resolutely took a step forward and said in a low voice, "Let me stop Tuogu. Junior Shuang'er, lead the other disciples to block the rest of the Yin-Yang School disciples. Find an opportunity to break through the encirclement, and then … escape. "
Lin Shuang'er hesitated for a moment, but still nodded her head. Although she had enough strength to block Tuogu, Zhao Kun and the other disciples from Ling Xuanwu Province had cultivations similar to those from the Yin-Yang School. However, in terms of numbers, the people from the Yin-Yang School were twice as many as those from Ling Xuanwu Province. Their chances of breaking through the encirclement were slim.
If Zhao Kun could successfully block Tuogu, who was the strongest, then Lin Shuang'er, who was at the peak of the Profound Gate Stage, would have the opportunity to lead everyone out of the encirclement.
However, if that was the case, it would also mean that Zhao Kun would not be able to escape.
Instantly, an exceptionally bitter smell abruptly spread out.
"Fellow disciples, fellow disciples, fellow disciples …"
Lin Shuang'er extended her jade-like hand and a white longsword appeared in a flash. She turned her gaze and looked at the faces of all the disciples from Ling Xuanwu Province. She clearly shouted, "In the face of a strong enemy, we, as disciples of Ling Xuanwu Province, request that we strengthen our sect!"
Hearing these words, the eyes of all the Spirit Profound Martial House disciples present, at this moment, surged with a blazing craze!
"Strengthen our sect!!!"
In an instant, over fifty disciples from Ling Xuanwu Province drew their weapons and roared in unison. Their proud and heroic voices rang through the clouds and reverberated within the wasteland.
Countless gazes from the surrounding wandering cultivators and disciples from other sects who were watching the show focused on the group of disciples from Ling Xuanwu Province. On their faces, there was not the slightest trace of fear due to the impending battle with the Yin-Yang School. Instead, there was a dense fighting spirit.
A faint murderous aura spread across the vast desert. At this moment, the air seemed to have solidified.
Tuogu's expression was indifferent as he gazed at the Ling Xuanwu Province disciple, whose aura had suddenly changed. A mocking smile surfaced at the corner of his mouth. With an indifferent expression, he waved his hand and coldly said, "Attack!"
As soon as Tuogu's voice fell, the 100 plus Yin-Yang school disciples behind him instantly erupted with dense and vigorous Origin Energy fluctuations. They locked onto the Ling Xuanwu Province disciples in front of them, and their gazes were filled with cold killing intent.
BOOM —!!
Tuogu was the first to charge forward. Behind him, the black mass of Yin-Yang school disciples followed closely behind like a swarm of locusts.
"Kill!"
Zhao Kun roared. His eyes were red as he stared at the Yin-Yang school disciples who were surging toward him like a flood. In the next moment, Zhao Kun's figure was the first to dash out!
Kill!!!
The Ling Xuanwu Province disciples also let out a low roar. One after another, they charged forward with weapons in hand!
At this moment, as the disciples from both sides charged forward with red eyes, the originally tense atmosphere was instantly torn apart by the sounds of battle. Dense murderous aura soared into the sky and filled the entire horizon.
Bang, bang, bang …!!!
When both sides collided, swift and fierce sword aura and blade shadows frantically swept out. Numerous powerful martial techniques were displayed at almost the same time. Then, they ruthlessly smashed toward the enemy!
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