Baiyu Peak, outside Wangshu Pavilion.

Master Fanxin, Elder Jingze, Master Mingjing, and Elder Tiequ had already stood in the center of the venue and were waiting.

Above the sky, dozens of black spots flew in from a distance without any hindrance.

The Bai Yufeng Formation that was previously destroyed by Lu Lingqiu could not be repaired in time due to the expensive formation materials, but now it has become an entry point for the enemy.

Listening to the countless shouts of killing at the foot of the mountain, and looking at the stern sword cultivator elders in the sky, the leader, the old nun, sighed softly, and turned around helplessly to look at the few people:

"Three of you, today is a catastrophe that I will never experience in a hundred years.

You and I both know that Yun Xiaotian is extremely powerful.

It will be up to me to contain him later. Junior Brother Jingze, you go deal with the other elders.

Ming Jing, Tie Gan, you two act according to the circumstances.

As for Junior Brother Xuanji, I have asked him to go to the Hidden Star Hall at Yugui Peak to temporarily protect the secrets of our Lingyue Sect.

Although Lingyue has Jinghua Palace as its last support, the water spirit envoy will never take action unless it is absolutely necessary.

so--"

Master Fanxin took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Facing many enemies, we must be determined to die and use all means to protect our Chenxing and disciples. They are the hope of Lingyue's future."

Her voice trembled.

The Lingyue Sect has developed for hundreds of years since its founding. From nothing to what it is now, it was almost entirely the result of her and Elder Jingze's sacrifice of their lives and a huge amount of time and energy.

When they first lived at Wangshu Peak, they only built a few simple wooden huts temporarily. The living conditions were extremely difficult. Where is it like now, with dozens of caves and hundreds of houses.

It was not until several like-minded elders were recruited one after another and the infrastructure was properly built that Fanxin, together with his junior brothers and sisters, formally recruited external disciples, and it has developed step by step until now.

It can be said that Lingyue is all her hard work and all the memories for the elders.

"Senior Sister Fanxin, don't worry. We have known each other for so many years, and you know each person's character well, so there is no need to say more.

Even if I die here today! I will never let anyone pass by me!"

Jingze gritted his teeth and swore an oath.

He waved his sleeve, spit out the magic weapon "Eagle Spirit Sword" from his mouth, and held it in his palm.

Master Mingjing and Master Tiequ on the side also summoned their magic weapons, one on the left and the other on the right to protect Master Fanxin.

"Please."

Master Fanxin looked towards the horizon and murmured.

…

On Jinbo Peak, Mu Ying and Li Yuanbo, with dozens of disciples behind them, surrounded one end of the Gou Suo Bridge.

Within the Twelve Peaks of Lingyue, except for Baiyu Peak and Wangshu Shou Peak, all other peaks are guarded by a no-fly formation. Monks who are not above the Golden Core Stage cannot fly in the air.

Based on this, the Morning Stars of each peak only need to lead their disciples to guard the bridge entrance, so that the peaks can be safe and sound.

Unfortunately, the team of monks sent by the Sword Alliance to this peak was actually led by an elder at the Golden Core Stage.

"Sister Pastor, what should we do!"

Seeing the golden elixir stage monk in the distance preparing the sword technique to attack the formation, Li Yuanbo frowned, not knowing what to do.

For low-level spiritual practitioners, the range of their spiritual arts is far inferior to the range of the flying sword magic weapon tempered by the golden elixir monks. Once the Jinbo Peak's formation is broken, the enemy's foundation-building monks can attack without any hindrance.

Yujian is coming, and his side will no longer have the geographical advantage.

"Don't panic! It's difficult for just one Golden Core Stage monk to break through the formation! Let's try our best to delay the attack.

The leader has gathered the disciples within the six peaks in advance, and as long as the battle at Bai Yu Peak ends, she will come to help us."

Although Mu Ying was trying to comfort everyone, her face was full of nervousness. How could she not know that this battle would definitely be a disaster?

But as one of the Twelve Morning Stars, she has no way out.

"I believe everyone in other peaks should be like me,

For Lingyue, we must persist until the end, everyone."

…

At the same time, in a remote corner of Su'e Peak,

Qiao Nai held the spirit sword in his hand and stared coldly at the panting woman in front of him.

At this moment, the Jianmeng's team had already passed the hook chain bridge and successfully breached the weakest defense of Su'e Peak.

On Su'e Peak, there is a statue of a female fairy carved from spiritual stone, called the "Statue of Chang'e".

Nearby, more than thirty Sword Alliance disciples were fighting with dozens of Lingyue disciples.

On the square, sword energy and spiritual arts were intertwined, and the ground was in a mess.

Dozens of corpses had already fallen motionless, and the entire mountain peak was filled with the smell of blood.

The person in front of Qiao Nai was none other than the seventh morning star of the Lingyue Sect—Yuan Qiuyu.

This talented person who protected his fellow juniors and juniors was defeated by him in the end and finally exhausted.

Behind her, stood her cousin, Qiao Rui.

"Xiao Rui! Come down the mountain with me quickly! I told you, you have no hope of winning this war! Follow me, there is still a chance of survival!"

Qiao Nai looked past the morning star in front of her and shouted urgently to the petite female cultivator behind her.

"Cousin! I told you a long time ago! I won't leave, no matter how big something happens, I won't leave here! You'd better go home by yourself, otherwise, don't blame me for not missing the love between brother and sister!

"

The girl gritted her silver teeth and held the already wrinkled talisman in her hand, her expression couldn't be more determined.

It is not difficult to see that she has also experienced a bloody battle.

"Xiao Rui!!! It's already so urgent, what are you still stubborn about?!

There is really no time!!! Now is not the time to fool around, don’t be so willful!!!”

Qiao Nai was so anxious that he was scratching his head. As a team leader who was attacking the mountain this time, it was already very difficult for him to manage things secretly. Fortunately, this time Yun Jian came to take charge of the Yutian Sword Sect headquarters, and Cong Xin was guarding it.

No one in the Jade Hook Mine can interfere with him rescuing his sister. Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult to meet his cousin on the battlefield like this!

"Huh... Junior Sister Qiao, why are you doing this? Our Su'e Peak has... fallen..." Yuan Qiuyu said weakly.

She was leaning on the ground with the slender spirit sword scabbard in her hand to regain her strength as much as possible, and she was also very anxious at the moment.

She has been defeated by Qiao Nai.

Although he had already consumed more than half of his spiritual power before he took action, he was still defeated completely after crossing two realms in the end.

This male cultivator with a gloomy complexion has a fierce swordsmanship and skillful swordsmanship that far exceeds that of ordinary early-stage foundation-building cultivators.

The talismans and elixirs on his body are no less numerous than mine. It can be seen that he is the kind of rich kid who is both hard-working and wealthy.

But this male cultivator named Qiao did not seem to have any intention of killing him.

It can be seen that he just wanted to take his cousin away from here. For this reason, he deliberately dismissed all the other sword cultivators and tried to interview Qiao Rui.

"Stubborn?

Haha, cousin. I know you care about me."

Qiao Rui smiled palely and said:

"We have had different views since childhood. You like swordsmanship, and I like spiritual arts. So I came to Lingyue myself, and dad sent you to the Sword Sect.

I thought that as long as I ran away from home, I would no longer have to see my grandfather’s stinky face that favors boys over girls, and I would also be able to let go of the jealousy I have felt towards my cousin since I was young;

I thought that as long as I could support myself and realize my own value in this beautiful sect, I could freely pursue what I like...

But today, my dream is still,

It was broken before your eyes."

"Cousin, look at it, look at it now."

Qiao Rui pointed at the fellow disciples lying around in a pool of blood, and looked at the mountain peaks in the distance that had begun to burst into flames.

"Look at what your Sword Sect has done.

Look, look at yourself!! Look at what kind of sect you grew up in!!!"

"Xiao Rui... you..."

"Is this your choice? This is your choice, right?"

Qiao Rui's petite body was shaking violently, and the expression on her face became more and more ferocious. She used all her strength to shout hysterically:

“If you don’t leave!!

So now!!

This is my last time!
To be continued...