Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the sky, Zidong came to hold the determination to die, with a firm conviction, to face the two masters alone.

boom!

The golden spear swept across, and the horror was horrifying. Zidong came to ignore it and spared his life. It was exactly a way of trading from injury to injury!

He didn't want to survive on his own, but to hold back the two masters and get precious breathing time for Lingxian, or in other words, for the inheritance of the Ziyang Sect.

I have to say that this is a good leader.

At this critical moment, he didn't think about his own safety, but the inheritance of the Ziyangzong.

The disciples and elders who lived and forgotten themselves and worked hard in the blood below were all good. Everyone set aside life and death, and vowed to advance and retreat with the Ziyang Sect.

"Well, he is a good suzerain. In this crisis, he is not thinking about personal safety, but to ensure the endless inheritance of the Ziyang sect."

Ling Xian sighed and looked down at the storage bag around his waist. He knew very well that this storage bag contained the various inheritances of Ziyangzong and the wealth accumulated over the years.

Suddenly, he felt his shoulder sink, as if a mountain was resting on it.

It was a heavy responsibility.

To ensure the endless inheritance of the Ziyang Sect and the constant responsibility of the incense.

In all fairness, Ling Xian and Zi Dong came to have no friendship and owe nothing to Ziyang Zong, but Ziyang Zong owed him a lot of kindness. Just to repair the favor of Ziyun Zhen, it was enough to make everyone in Ziyangzong grateful to him.

Therefore, he can withdraw and leave without having to care about the life and death of all the people of Ziyangzong, let alone accept this heavy responsibility.

You know, the situation is very grim at this moment. It is very difficult to kill a **** road. Even with Lingxian's powerful strength, it is not easy to escape.

What's more, he also needs to bring Zidong's children and those disciples, which undoubtedly increases the difficulty several times. It can be called a life of nine deaths.

However, Ling Xian agreed.

For the request from Zidong, and for peace of mind, in short, he agreed without hesitation.

This is him. If he were to change to another person, he would be too late to take care of himself, how would he burden himself?

"Zhong Zong, please rest assured, since I have promised you Ling Ling, I will certainly do it." Ling Xian looked firm, looking at the man in purple clothing killed by blood, and slowly spit out a plain and full of killing words.

"Even if it's to save this life."

A faint word dropped, Ling Xian glanced deeply at Zidong, then flickered toward the battlefield below.

"Lingxian, if there is a future life, I would like to be a cow and a horse, to repay your kindness."

As if he heard Lingxian's promise, Zi Donglai raised his mouth slightly and smiled lightly.

Then, he slowly converged to smile, and the dazzling spear burst out in his hand, killing the two masters ahead.

His offensive became more fierce, but his body became weaker and weaker, but he didn't care at all. He just attacked blindly, and vowed to stop the two big champions and gain some time for Lingxian.

Below, a woman wearing a purple long dress with exquisite appearance and dignified expression, holding a sword, was fighting with the monks on the opposite side.

This woman is a woman from Zidong, Zihua Chang.

Behind her, a young boy of about twelve or three years old curled up, his eyes were pale, his face pale, and his body trembling violently.

His name is Zi Xiong, and he is the son of Zi Donglai.

At this moment, Zi Huashang squeezed his sword and tried his best to resist the opponent.

However, her cultivation is only in the early stage of foundation construction, and it is difficult to resist the opposite man in the middle of foundation construction. There were only a few fights, and her sword was broken by the man.

"Hey, little beauty, let me die!" The man smiled coldly, running his mana, and patted his head towards Zi Huashang's head!

The palm of the hand is very heavy and aggressive, if the shot is taken, the woman will surely splash her head and lose her jade.

"Are you going to die ..." There was a faint smile on the corner of Zi Huashang's mouth, and she knew very well that she could not stop this with her own strength.

Therefore, she simply gave up the resistance and waited for death to come.

However, when she was desperate, a figure swept across the sky and came to Zi Huashang in an instant. Immediately, the woman widened her eyes and saw an unforgettable scene in her life.

I saw the young man in white slowly stretched out his right hand, and immediately, the man who was difficult for Zi Huashang to resist, flew out like a kite with a broken line.

"You are Zi Zong's daughter, Zi Hua Sang?"

Ling Xian slowly turned around, looking calm as water, as if the shooter wasn't just a base builder, just a mosquito.

Zihua Sang paused, looking at the handsome young man who suddenly appeared, and never heard Ling Xian's question.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, are you?" Ling Xian frowned.

"what……"

Zihua Chang came back to God and said in a hurry, "Ah, yes, I am."

"Okay, then the child behind you is the son of the Sovereign Purple."

Ling Xian's eyebrows stretched out, 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 tell you more. As long as you understand one thing, that is to follow me, remember, Be sure to follow me. "

After speaking, he shouted loudly in the sky, blasting like a thunder, and rang through the entire battlefield!

"All the disciples and elders of Ziyangzong listen well. After all of them, I will take you to kill a **** road!"

The voice fell, and the battlefield below was all silent. Everyone stopped their hands and looked towards Ling Xian's location.

Then, all the monks of Ziyangzong revitalized, and their faces were filled with joy.

"Look, it's Ling Ling, Ling Ling is here to save us!"

"Haha, I know that Linger will definitely appear. With him, we can survive!"

"Yeah, Ling Ling is here at last, we are saved!"

Everyone in Ziyangzong was cheering, and even a few of them left tears. They didn't know whether it was because of joy or sadness.

"Don't stop talking nonsense, hurry up behind me." Ling Xian yelled again, urging everyone to hurry up.

Suddenly, those monks in Ziyangzong shook off their opponents and ran towards Lingxian.

Soon, hundreds of monks gathered behind Ling Xian, everyone was staring closely at his back, full of expectation and trust.

Suddenly, Ling Xian felt more stressed.

The trust of hundreds of people means that there are hundreds of people's lives on his shoulders. How can he not make him feel stressed?

However, this responsibility was willingly accepted by him. Therefore, he has no complaints and regrets, and even if he fights for this life, he will still live with these people!

"Let's go, I'll take you ..."

Ling Xian's expression was dull, but she took a step forward slowly but firmly, and then a bland and firm word came slowly from his mouth.

"Kill a blood path."

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