Yun Changqing's interruption caused everyone to stop in their tracks. Their brows were tightly knitted together.
Just now, the Ancient Star Sect had set up a great formation. Liu Wentian and Gu Fanxing had attacked at the same time, almost forcing the Wanjian Pavilion into a desperate situation. Just when everyone was feeling discouraged, Fan Wujie had taken out his legendary ancient sword and turned the situation around completely.
Just as they were about to take advantage of the situation to pursue, Yun Changqing spoke up to stop them and even blocked their path. This action clearly caused everyone to be dissatisfied, and they all felt stifled in their hearts.
Fan Wuchen's eyes were gloomy. He said coldly, "Yun Changqing, get out of my way. Don't stop us from killing the enemy leader. Today, the Ancient Star Sect will be destroyed."
"The Cabinet Leader has the legendary ancient sword in his hand. Nobody can stop him. If we don't pursue him now, we will only be letting the tiger return to the mountain!" Someone else shouted. His voice was full of anger.
When Yun Changqing heard these angry words, his heart was incomparably sorrowful. He let out a heavy sigh.
Then, he looked back at Fan Wujie, who was in front of him. His cold eyes scanned Yun Changqing. Obviously, Fan Wujie was also dissatisfied with Yun Changqing's actions.
"Pavilion Master, please listen to me." Yun Changqing took a deep breath, and the helpless look on his face was no longer there. Instead, he became extremely solemn and solemn as he silently endured everyone's cold gazes.
"This time, not only did the Ancient Star Sect gather 130,000 experts, they also quickly set up the Great Formation of the 28 Mansions. Clearly, they were prepared. The chaotic battle just now also proved this. I can feel the ferocious killing intent in their hearts."
Yun Changqing looked straight at Fan Wujie and said in a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing, "Pavilion Master, with the legendary ancient sword in your hand, you are indeed invincible in a one-versus-two battle. However, the strength of the other side is also not to be underestimated. After the chaotic battle just now, Wanjian Pavilion suffered heavy casualties. The outer sanctum was almost wiped out, and there are only about 40,000 people left. On the other hand, the Ancient Star Sect still has 80,000 people. If we continue to pursue them, it will definitely lead to a life-and-death battle."
As he spoke, Yun Changqing looked at the surrounding disciples of Wanjian Pavilion and continued, "The 28 Mansions Formation specializes in positional warfare. If we rush forward rashly, I'm afraid we'll suffer more casualties before we even get close to them. At that time, even if we win, it will be a pyrrhic victory. What's the point of such an outcome?"
The crowd stared at Yun Changqing. Their gazes narrowed slightly, and they all looked at Fan Wujie at the same time.
"I agree with Sword Master Changqing's suggestion," said Tang Yunhuan. At this time, Tang Yunhuan's voice rang out. She walked to Yun Changqing's side and said, "At this moment, the 10,000 Swords Pavilion is already injured. It is not suitable to continue fighting. I hope Pavilion Master will reconsider."
After she finished speaking, Lei Yuanguang and Su Lengliu also stood out. The four of them nodded heavily at Fan Wujie with burning eyes. They didn't want Fan Wujie to continue pursuing them.
After the chaotic battle just now, the outer sanctum of Wanjian Pavilion was almost wiped out. Those who survived were all outstanding disciples of the Sword Pavilion.
These disciples were all painstakingly cultivated by the Technique Imparting Lineage. To the four Sword Masters, they were like their own children. How could they be willing to let them die?
Just as they said, if Wanjian Pavilion continued to pursue them, they might win, but it would be a pyrrhic victory. On the other hand, if they retreated and didn't fight, the Ancient Star Sect would be able to escape safely, but Wanjian Pavilion's losses would be the least.
Fan Wujie looked coldly at the four Sword Masters. He glanced at them and then looked at the people of the Ancient Star Sect who were gradually disappearing. He said, "Today's battle concerns Wanjian Pavilion's thousand-year reputation. How can we give up halfway? Those who stop me will die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wild aura burst forth. Wrapped in the shocking sword pressure of the legendary ancient sword, it directly pressed on the four Sword Masters and easily sent them flying. Puff! Puff!
Puff! Puff!
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Four pillars of dark red blood were spat out from their mouths and finally smashed onto the ground. However, Fan Wujie didn't even look at them. He turned around and just as he raised his hand, Yun Changqing's stooped figure appeared in front of him again.
At this time, his body was stained with mottled blood. As the wind blew, his figure became even more stooped. He slowly raised his turbid eyes and persuaded, "When two tigers fight, both sides will suffer. Although Wanjian Pavilion's thousand-year reputation is important, compared to that, Wanjian Pavilion's legacy is more important."
As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled sound rang out without warning. Yun Changqing knocked his forehead hard on the ground and said loudly, "Pavilion Master, please reconsider!"
"Pavilion Master, please reconsider!" After Yun Changqing kowtowed, the other three Sword Masters also rushed over. As soon as they finished speaking, they knocked their foreheads without hesitation.
The crowd in Wanjian Pavilion was shocked, especially the inner disciples. There was a trace of embarrassment on their faces. The burning fighting spirit that had just been ignited began to dissipate.
Although the Technique Imparting Lineage led by Yun Changqing didn't have a high status, they always told the inner disciples everything they knew and answered all their questions. Although they were strict, they had cultivated countless outstanding disciples who were cautious and conscientious.
They didn't care about the thousand-year reputation of Wanjian Pavilion. They only cared about the life and death of their disciples and the legacy of Wanjian Pavilion. For this reason, they didn't hesitate to kneel and kowtow to extinguish the fighting spirit of the crowd.
"You …"
After a moment of silence, Fan Wujie finally spoke. The four Sword Masters hurriedly raised their heads, but they were met with a pair of extremely cold eyes. He said again, "Do you really think that I don't dare to make a move?"
Just a few words, like the frost in the twelfth lunar month, made the four people feel a strong sense of sadness. Their minds went blank, and they only heard Fan Wujie say ruthlessly, "If the reputation of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is destroyed, how can we face the ancestors of the Sword Pavilion in the future? If we are afraid of the slightest thing, we will only be at the mercy of others. As Sword Masters, you don't understand this, it is really sad."
"It's precisely because I'm the Sword Master of Wanjian Pavilion that I have to stop you!" In the face of Fan Wujie's words, Yun Changqing suddenly stood up and said indignantly, "If Pavilion Master wants to kill the four of us, you can just do it. If our deaths can protect Wanjian Pavilion's legacy, so what if we die?"
"Shut up!"
Fan Wujie finally couldn't hold back the coldness in his heart. He pointed the tip of his sword at Yun Changqing's face and roared, "As the Pavilion Master, I have the authority to order Wanjian Pavilion. As Sword Masters, you should support me and obey me. However, ever since Luo Yun entered Wanjian Pavilion, you have repeatedly refuted him. Today, you even dared to threaten him."
"In my opinion, you and Luo Yun are jackals of the same tribe. You want Wanjian Pavilion to decline!"
"Hmm?"
When the crowd heard this, the hesitation on their faces disappeared, and they instantly became gloomy. The four Sword Masters saw the changes in their eyes, and the sadness in their hearts grew stronger. They even felt a stabbing pain in their hearts.
"Yan Wufeng can kill people's hearts. Since Pavilion Master thinks that the Technique Imparting Lineage has ulterior motives, then as the leader of the Technique Imparting Lineage, I can only die to prove my loyalty."
After saying this, a long sword appeared in Yun Changqing's hand, causing the crowd's hearts to tremble violently.
Before they could say anything, they saw the long sword slash across Yun Changqing's neck. Hot blood splattered everywhere, dripping onto the ground and onto the crowd's hearts.
Yun Changqing's eyes widened, and his hoarse voice slowly rang out, "Wanjian Pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years. Although its reputation is great, it is far inferior to the legacy of the legacy."
"If the people survive, the land will be lost. Both the people and the land will exist!"
"If the land survives but the people are lost, then both the people and the land will be lost!"
His voice reverberated in the air for a long time. Then, under the gaze of the crowd, Yun Changqing's body fell to the ground. However, his eyes were still open, staring at the peak of Ten-thousand Swords Mountain.
On the peak of the mountain, the old man, whose soul was fading away, seemed to see the familiar scene of the Sword Pavilion's disciples sitting and listening to a lecture.
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