Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 533

[Chapter 533 The Great Change in Mirror Lake (1)]

Fortunately, a large amount of mysterious spar 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. It has a strong protective power, which can ensure that the intruder cannot destroy it in a short period of time. break.

However, in the past six days, more than a thousand disciples of Wen Jianzong died in battle.

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

Such a loss has reached one tenth of the number of disciples of Wen Jianzong. Although there is no injury, it is also an unbearable pain for Wen Jianzong. Since its establishment thousands of years ago, Wen Jianzong has He has also experienced countless stations, large and small, and experienced catastrophe several times, but he has never lost so many disciples.

Wang Juefeng also encountered and fought several times and was seriously injured.

Although he had the top-grade medicine pill donated by Ding Hao, he couldn’t support it.

You must know that the top-grade pills donated by Ding Hao can instantly restore his peak combat power, but in fact, it is only a temporary measure to stimulate potential, and cannot cure the root cause. After an hour, he will become weak again. Going down, the injury in the body will intensify, and it has to be treated slowly.

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

Relying on these passes, Wen Jianzong faced an enemy that was several times his own and lasted for more than six days.

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

Judging from the original sect discussion conference, Ding Honglei, the new inspector of the [Xuanshuang Shrine], did not buy the account of Qingping College, nor did he have a good impression of Mu Tianyang, who was known as the first genius of Selangor, on the contrary It is because of Ding Hao’s favor, I believe that he will not interfere with the matter of Xuanjing ore.

As long as the news reaches Ding Honglei, the power of [Xuanshuang Shrine] will quickly respond.

When the time comes, Asking Sword Sect only needs to donate this mysterious crystal ore to eliminate the disaster of annihilation!

This is now the only hope for Wen Jianzong to survive.

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

[Red Gold] There is a devastation under the pass.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled with gunpowder, the corpses were like mountains, and the blood flowed into rivers. From the [Xijian Pond] at the foot of the mountain to this place, it was completely dyed red with blood. So much so that it snowed heavily last night, and even the snowflakes turned pale red, like the sky weeping blood.

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

The blood of the corpses all over the ground flowed from the body of the human race Erlang Martial Artist.

On the other hand, the demon clan, who had been staring at them, was only a hundred miles away from Chen Bing.

Really ironic.

“Uncle Shi, are you feeling better? It’s time for dinner!” A girl dressed in pink and jade, dressed in blue, came to say hello, holding a food box in her hand.

A smile appeared on Wang Juefeng’s face.

He recognized this female named disciple of the Qingshan East Courtyard.

The girl’s name is Huanhuan, and she was a martial arts seedling that Ding Hao found from the cliff in the garbage area of Back Mountain.

This little girl’s talent and aptitude are extremely amazing. After just over half a year, she is already a half-step warrior. If there is no bloody battle in the sect, a girl with outstanding talent like Huanhuan must be among the named disciples of the sect. The darling of the heavens, received special care from the sect, and vigorously cultivated, maybe in the future, like Ding Hao, he may become famous in one fell swoop and become the handsome goddess of the younger generation of Selangor.

Unfortunately, the outbreak of war has changed the fate of countless people.

All things in the sect are mainly based on the existence of the sect, and the coursework of the named disciples has been completely stopped. All the named disciples, regardless of their strength, are required to participate in various war preparations, although their strength is relatively weak, unable to directly On the battlefield, but many logistical matters have to be done by them.

Named disciples from slums, such as Huanhuan, Gao Xueer, and Nini, have been busy for several days.

“Much better.” Wang Juefeng nodded and took the food box from Huanhuan.

When it was opened, there were several delicate side dishes and a pot of hot shochu. It could be seen that it was prepared with a lot of thought.

“Thank you, little girl.” Wang Juefeng nodded and smiled.

He and Ding Hao are now brothers and sisters, and Huanhuan is a little girl treated by Ding Hao as his sister. Although he is indeed Huanhuan’s uncle in terms of seniority, he doesn’t put on airs.

“Master Uncle, if you like it.” Huanhuan had a thick smile on her delicate face like a porcelain doll. She endured a few times, and finally summoned the courage to ask: “Master Uncle, do you know that, When will Brother Ding Hao come back?”

After drinking twice the shochu, his stomach felt warm. Facing such a cute little girl, Wang Juefeng had nowhere to use his hatred skills, sighed, and said, “Calculate the time, there will be another month or so. Bar.”

“If only I could come back sooner.” Huanhuan gritted her teeth fiercely and said, “If Brother Ding Hao was here, he would definitely beat these guys to hell.”

Wang Juefeng did not speak.

Almost half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

I don’t know what kind of progress Ding Hao has made in the [Battlefield of Hundred Saints]. With his monster-like talent and luck, he should still be alive and strong. When he walks out of the [Battlefield of Hundred Saints], It must be shocking to countless people, right?

Wang Juefeng suddenly had a flash of anticipation in his heart.

In addition to the ethereal [Xuanshuang Shrine], if there is still a trace of hope in the slowly darkening darkness, then perhaps it should be on this young man.

If Ding Hao had a chance against the sky in the [Hundred Saints Battlefield], he might be able to improve his strength by leaps and bounds.

When this kid was in the Innate Martial Sect, he would be able to regret [Kui Niu Demon King] and other demon powerhouses. If he can advance to the realm of King Wu… No, even if he is promoted to the realm of a high-level grandmaster, he may be able to fight against it. Martial emperor realm is strong, right? As long as there is a powerhouse whose attack power is comparable to that of the Emperor Wu, he can instantly change the fate of the Sword Sect!

Seeing that Wang Juefeng was lost in thought, Huanhuan didn’t dare to disturb him any more, and turned to leave.

Farther away, Gao Xueer, Nizi and other named disciples were also very busy bandaging the wounded, transporting Xuanjing stones, and making inscriptions for Zongmen inscription masters… Under the age of seventeen, their strength is below the realm of martial arts. His disciples were not dispatched to the battlefield, but engaged in various trivial but extremely important logistical tasks.

It is said that someone once suggested that these disciples be trained on the battlefield, but it was rejected by the head Li Jianyi.

“These disciples are the hope of the sect. They have not yet grown up. Even when the elders of the sect and the first leader must fight in person, they cannot be allowed to die in vain!” At the critical juncture of the sect, as the head of the sect The human Li Jianyi, with these words, let people see the dignity and courage of the Martial Arts Master of Selangor.

There was snow in the sky.

[Chijin] Within the pass, all the disciples of the Sword Sect were busy.

Now Zhong Dajun, who is now the most powerful [Heaven and Earth] shop owner in the third step area, is busy back and forth in the crowd. Weapons, armor and all the goods that can be used in the war were contributed immediately.

“I’m the boss of [Heaven and Earth], but I’m also a disciple of the Sword Sect. I believe that if Senior Brother Ding Hao is here, he will definitely agree with my approach!”

Zhong Dajun’s voice was equally loud.

Under his leadership, all the shop owners in the business districts of the major staircases, large and small, also have money to contribute, and they donate generously, forming a group to support Wen Jianzong.

Many people are very clear in their hearts that if Wen Jianzong is conquered, it will inevitably be a bloodbath, and there will be no eggs under the nest, and they will also become the objects of looting. Then there is only one dead end.

Mirror Lake in Selangor.

Human Martial Arts Holy Land.

The [Ask Sword Villa] located by the Mirror Lake is already a scene of high security at this time.

Since four days ago, a disciple of Wen Jianzong who was in a coma with serious blood injuries was sent to the villa. After seeing the owner of the villa, Huang Shixiong, the atmosphere in the villa became serious. The swordsmen of the long sword were patrolling back and forth, and the great formation of protecting the village had also been quietly opened.

On this day, when the sun first rose, the owner of the village, Huang Shixiong, went out in a hurry just like the previous days.

He didn’t come back until sunset.

“Father, what’s the matter? Have you seen the inspector?” Qiao Huangrong stood at the entrance of the hall, and when she saw her father returning, she rushed over and asked loudly.

Huang Shixiong sighed and shook his head.

“Master, you are back!”

“Master, have you seen Inspector Ding?”

“Elder Huang, you should speak quickly, the sect can’t support it for long…”

In the hall, densely packed with people.

These are the most elite disciples of Wenjian Mountain Villa, including Huang Shixiong’s mantle and mantle disciples, as well as the masters stationed in the village by Wenjian Zong. They all looked anxious. When they saw Huang Shixiong coming in, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at each other. come over.

Huang Shixiong frowned and shook his head gently.

Among the crowd, Huang Jin, a disciple of the Sword Sect who finally came here to report the news, felt a chill in his heart and said anxiously, “Elder Huang, you have to think of a way, six days have passed. , every quarter of an hour we delay here, we don’t know how many good boys and girls of I Ask Jianzong died under those broken swords…”