Chapter 535
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"Junior Brother Mo?" Ji Yixuan was slightly stunned when he saw Mo Changkong.
After Mo Changkong left Xuanling Sect, he had been cultivating in Falling Sky Valley and was Ji Yixuan's senior and junior brother.
"That's right … I remember that you were a Xuanling Sect disciple before you entered Falling Sky Valley." Ji Yixuan seemed to be in thought.
"Senior Brother Ji, why are you here …" Mo Changkong was puzzled.
"To repay a favor," Ji Yixuan said.
A long time ago, Xuanling Sect's Grand Elder once saved Ji Yixuan. A few days ago, he was almost killed by Yunxiao Sect, and Ji Yixuan had been suppressing his anger for a long time.
"Ji Yixuan, you barged into the Formidable Heavens Dynasty and killed my Yunxiao Sect disciples. You have a death wish!"
A Yunxiao Sect top disciple looked at Ji Yixuan and shouted sternly.
Ji Yixuan scoffed immediately. "The Formidable Heavens Dynasty did not even ban me from entering. Who does your Yunxiao Sect think you are! A few days ago, your Yunxiao Sect sent someone to follow and assassinate me. I haven't forgotten that. Since we meet today, I shall kill to my heart's content! "
Previously, Ji Yixuan had already returned to Falling Sky Valley and handed the Regeneration Stone to his Master. Now, there was no fear in his heart. So what if he died here?
"You're here to die, right?" A Yunxiao Sect warden scoffed.
"I wouldn't dare to throw my life away. It's not a loss for me to kill one. If I kill a pair, I'll earn one. This is a good deal." Ji Yixuan was not afraid at all.
Then, Ji Yixuan did not say anything else and waved the Demon Subduing Pagoda to kill the Yunxiao Sect disciples.
…
Currently, Xuanling Sect was already at the end of its tether, and there were countless casualties among the higher-ups and wardens in the sect.
There were less than a hundred inner court disciples who could fight.
"Flame God!"
Feng Moli shouted, and his body turned into a raging flame. He charged towards a Yunxiao Sect disciple.
Swoosh!
Xuanling Sect's top disciple, Han Qingyun, and Su Xin, wielded the Yin-Yang weapons and severely injured a Yunxiao Sect warden.
"Yin Yang Dual Weapons."
On the Nine-tailed Spiritual Fox, Ye You's eyes were cold.
Immediately, Ye You stood up and flew toward Han Qingyun and Su Xin.
After a quarter of an hour …
After killing several Yunxiao Sect disciples, Ji Yixuan, Mo Changkong, and the rest were already heavily injured.
"Do you still want to continue resisting?"
Ye You looked down at the people of Xuanling Sect in a condescending manner.
Her left hand held the Yin and Yang Dual Weapons, and her right hand held the severed head of the man who died with his eyes wide open.
"Senior Brother Han … Senior Sister Suxin!!"
At that instant, the Mystic Spirit Sect disciples were stunned after seeing Han Qingyun and Su Xin's heads.
Yuanhu, Qin Huan, Feng Moli, and the others clenched their fists.
Men do not cry easily
Just not to the point of grief.
…
Lin Long looked at the hell-like Xuanling Sect with a dazed expression.
The Xuanling War Drum had collapsed.
The Xuanling war flag had been broken.
Most of the Xuanling disciples died in battle.
But in Lin Long's ears, she seemed to be able to hear the sound of the Xuanling war drum never stopping. That war flag was still being held high, and those disciples were still gathered together that night. Sometimes, they would drink and chat merrily, talking and laughing about life … Sometimes, they would wield their swords and spar …
In her ears, she seemed to hear heroic voices again, as if the souls of those Xuan Ling soldiers who had died in battle were still shouting loudly, "With my blood, dye my Xuan Ling battle flag red!"
…
"With my heart, ignite my Xuan Ling rage!"
…
"With my hands, resound my Xuan Ling war drum!"
No one in Xuanling Sect could stop the Yunxiao Sect's Sect Guardian Beasts. In less than half a day, corpses were everywhere.
The Grand Elder, the Sect Master, and the other senior executives were severely injured and lost their ability to fight. More than half of the thousands of disciples were dead or injured.
At this point, this battle seemed to be about to come to an end.
However, at this instant, the sound of something piercing through the air and the roar of demonic beasts sounded from afar.
A demonic red shadow seemed to cover the sky, and blood-colored long robes stood in the blue sky.
Eight blood-colored demonic beasts dragged a blood-colored carriage in front and appeared slowly.
The surrounding was frightening. Hundreds of disciples dressed in red robes surrounded the blood carriage expressionlessly.
Over ten blood-colored war horses galloped in the sky with a shocking momentum.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The sound of the war drum sounded again.
At this instant, the Yunxiao Sect masses looked at the sky in shock.
Even Li Chenfeng was taken aback.
"Blood Moon … Sect!"
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