Fortunately, a large amount of Xuanjing and the power of the inscription master have been invested, and more than half of the inscription formation of the [Red Gold] Pass can continue to operate, with a strong protective power, which can ensure that the invaders cannot break it in a short time.

However, in the past six days, the number of disciples who have died in battle in the Sword Sect has exceeded a thousand.

In addition to the ordinary inner disciples, there are also nearly a hundred innate powerhouses.

This kind of loss has reached one-tenth of the number of disciples of the Asking Sword Sect, although it has not hurt the muscles and bones, but for the Asking Sword Sect, it is also an unbearable pain, thousands of years since the founding of the sect, the Asking Sword Sect has also experienced countless stations, several times experienced catastrophes, but has never lost so many disciples.

Wang Juefeng also encountered and fought several times, and was injured by Yan zhòng.

Although he had the top-grade pill given by Ding Hao in his hand, he couldn't support it.

You must know that the few top-grade pills given by Ding Hao, although they can instantly restore him to his peak combat strength, but in fact it is only an expedient measure to stimulate his potential, and it cannot cure the root cause, after an hour of time, he will become weak again, and the injuries in his body will be aggravated, and he will have to be treated slowly.

However, what made Wang Juefeng feel a little relieved was that the sect pass, which had been painstakingly operated for thousands of years, finally played a huge role in this station.

Relying on these passes, the Sword Sect faced an enemy several times its size, and it supported it for more than six days.

In this way, the disciples who were sent out to convey the message to Jinghu should have arrived at this time.

Judging from the original Zongmen Treatise Conference, the new [Xuanshuang Divine Palace] inspector Ding Hongxian did not buy the account of Qingping Academy, and he did not have a good impression of Mu Tianyang, who was known as the first day talent in Selangor, but favored Ding Hao, and believed that he would not get in the way in the matter of Xuanjing ore.

As long as the news reached Ding Hongxi, the power of the [Xuanhuang Divine Palace] would react quickly.

When the time comes, the Sword Sect only needs to contribute this Xuanjing ore to eliminate the disaster of annihilation!

This is now the only hope for the Sword Sect to survive.

Running the Xuan Qi to suppress the pain in his body, Wang Juefeng slowly stood up, stood on the rock, and looked around.

[Red Gold] is a devastation under the pass.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled, the corpses were like mountains, and the blood flowed like a river, starting from the [Sword Washing Pool] at the bottom of the mountain to this place, it was completely stained red with blood, and the heart-palpitating evil qi rose to the sky, the blood was all over the sky, and the evil qi between heaven and earth was too much, so that last night the snow was flying, and even the snowflakes turned pale red, as if the sky was crying blood.

The human race is already weak, but it still wants to kill each other like this!

The blood of the corpses all over the ground flowed down from the bodies of the Terran sons and warriors.

However, the demon clan that has been eyeing it has always been a hundred miles away, and it has always remained silent and has not participated in this bloody battle of the sect.

It's ironic.

"Uncle Shi, are you better? It's time to eat!" A cute girl dressed in green clothes came to greet her, carrying a food box in her hand.

A smile appeared on Wang Juefeng's face.

He recognized this female registered disciple of the Tsing Yi East Courtyard.

The girl's name is Huanhuan, and she is a martial arts seedling that Ding Hao found from the cliff in the garbage area of the back mountain.

This little girl's talent and qualifications are extremely amazing, only more than half a year has passed, and she is already a half-step warrior realm cultivator, if there is no bloody battle in this sect, a girl with outstanding talent like Huanhuan must be the proud son of heaven among the registered disciples of the sect, and she will be given special care by the sect and vigorously cultivated, and she may be able to become famous in one fell swoop like Ding Hao in the future, and become the handsome goddess of the younger generation in Selangor.

Unfortunately, the war broke out, and the fate of countless people was changed.

All the things of the sect are based on the survival of the sect, and the schoolwork of the registered disciples has been completely stopped, and all the registered disciples, regardless of their strength, are required to participate in various war preparations, although their strength is relatively weak and cannot go directly to the battlefield, but many logistics matters have to be completed by them.

Named disciples such as Huanhuan, Gao Xue'er, and Nini from the slums have been busy for several days.

"Much better. Wang Juefeng nodded and took the food box from Huanhuan's hand.

When it was revealed, there were a few delicate side dishes inside, and a pot of hot soju was also served, and it could be seen that it had been prepared with a lot of thought.

"Thank you, little girl. Wang Juefeng nodded and smiled.

He and Ding Hao are now brothers, and Huanhuan is a little girl who is treated by Ding Hao as a younger sister, although in terms of seniority, he can indeed be regarded as Huanhuan's uncle and ancestor, but he did not put on a show.

"Uncle Shi, it's good if you like it. Huanhuan's delicate face like a porcelain doll, with a thick smile, endured it a few times, and finally mustered up the courage to ask: "Uncle Shi, do you know when Brother Ding Hao will come back?"

Doubling the soju in his stomach, his stomach was warm, Wang Juefeng faced such a cute little girl, and his ability to pull hatred had nowhere to play, sighed, and said: "Calculate the time, there will be about a month." ”

"If only I could come back sooner. Huan Huan gritted his teeth fiercely and said, "If Brother Ding Hao is here, he will definitely beat these guys to the ground." ”

Wang Juefeng did not speak.

In the blink of an eye, almost half a year has passed.

I don't know what kind of progress Ding Hao has made in the [Hundred Sage Battlefield], with his demonic talent and luck, he should still be very strong and alive, and when he walks out of the [Hundred Sage Battlefield], it will definitely shock countless people, right?

Wang Juefeng's heart suddenly flashed with a trace of expectation.

In addition to the ethereal [Xuanshuang Divine Palace], if there is still a glimmer of hope in the slow darkness of the Sword Sect, it may be in the body of this young man.

If Ding Hao had the opportunity to defy the sky in the [Hundred Saints Battlefield], maybe his strength could improve by leaps and bounds.

When this kid was in the Innate Martial Sect, he could regret the [Kui Niu Demon King] and other demon clan powerhouses, if he could advance to the realm of the Martial King...... No, even if he advanced to the realm of a high-level great master, he might be able to fight against the powerhouses of the Martial Emperor realm, right? As long as there is a strong person whose attack power is comparable to that of the Martial Emperor, he can instantly change the fate of the Sword Sect!

Seeing that Wang Juefeng was deep in thought, Huanhuan didn't dare to disturb anymore and turned to leave.

In the distance, Gao Xue'er, Nizi and other registered disciples were also extremely busy bandaging the wounded, transporting the spars, and carving inscriptions for the sect's inscriptionists...... Disciples under the age of seventeen whose strength was below the realm of martial artists were not sent to the battlefield, but engaged in all kinds of trivial but extremely important logistics work.

It is said that some people also mentioned yì and let these disciples go to the battlefield to hone, but they were vetoed by the head Li Jianyi.

"These disciples are the hope of the sect, they haven't grown up yet, even when the sect elders and the first one must fight in person, they can't be allowed to die in vain!" At the critical juncture of the sect, Li Jianyi, who is the head of the sect, used this sentence to let people see the dignity and courage of the Martial Arts Grandmaster of Selangor.

There was a huge amount of snow in the sky.

Within the [Red Gold] Pass, all the disciples of the Sword Sect were busy.

Zhong Dajun, who is now the owner of the most prominent [Heaven and Earth] shop in the Third Tier Region, is also busy back and forth in the crowd, this time he did not hide the slightest secret, and contributed all the weapons, armor and goods that could be used in the war in the [Heaven and Earth] as soon as possible.

"I am the boss of the [Heaven and Earth], but I am also a disciple of the Sword Sect, I believe that if Senior Brother Ding Hao is here, he will definitely agree to my approach!"

Zhong Dajun's voice was also loud.

Driven by him, the large and small shop owners in the commercial areas of the major staircase areas also had money to contribute, made strong contributions, donated generously, and formed a group to support the Wenjian Sect.

Many people know very well in their hearts that if the Sword Sect is conquered, it will inevitably usher in a bloodbath, and there will be no eggs under the nest, and they will also become the target of looting at that time, and if they are not united at this time, there will be only a dead end at that time.

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Mirror Lake in Selangor.

Terran Martial Arts Holy Land.

The [Wenjian Villa], located on the edge of the Mirror Lake, was already a heavily guarded scene at this time.

Since four days ago, a disciple of the Sword Sect who was covered in blood and was in a coma was sent to the villa, and after seeing the owner of the village, Huang Shixiong, the atmosphere in the village has become grim, five steps, one sentry, ten steps and one post, the swordsman with a long sword in his hand patrols back and forth, and the large array of protecting the village has also been quietly opened.

On this day, when the sun was rising, the owner of the farm, Huang Shixiong, went out in a hurry, just like a few days ago.

He didn't come back until sunset.

"Dad, what's going on?have you seen the Inspector?" Qiao Huangrong stood at the door of the hall, and when she saw her father coming back, she immediately rushed over and asked loudly.

Huang Shixiong sighed and shook his head.

"Master, you're back!"

"Owner, have you ever seen Inspector Ding?"

"Elder Huang, you should speak quickly, the sect won't be able to support it for long......"

The hall was densely packed with people.

These are the most elite disciples of Wenjian Villa, there are Huang Shixiong's mantle disciples, and there are also masters sent by Wenjian Sect to be stationed in the village, all of them have anxious looks, and when they saw Huang Shixiong coming in, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at each other.

Huang Shixiong's eyebrows tightened and he shook his head gently.

In the crowd, Huang Jin, a disciple of the Sword Sect who had fought for thousands of miles and finally came here to report the news, felt cold in his heart when he saw this, and couldn't help but say anxiously: "Elder Huang, you have to think of a way, it's been six days, every quarter of an hour of delay here, I don't know how many of the great sons and daughters of the Sword Sect died under those miscellaneous knives on the Sword Mountain......