Chapter 782

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Chapter 782

Yun Changqing's obstruction made everyone stop in their tracks, and their eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.

Just now, Xingchen Guzong set up a large formation, Liu Wentian and Gu Fanxing attacked at the same time, almost pushing Wanjiange to a desperate situation, just when everyone was disheartened, Fan Wujie sacrificed the legendary ancient sword, a sword that shook the sky, completely turned the tide.

They were about to take advantage of the situation to pursue, but Yun Changqing spoke out to stop them, and even blocked the way. Such actions obviously aroused the dissatisfaction of everyone, and they felt sullen in their hearts.

Fan Wuchen's eyes were gloomy, and he said coldly: "Yun Changqing, get out of here immediately, don't stop us from killing the leader of the enemy, today, the Ancient Star Sect will perish."

"The master of the pavilion is holding a legendary ancient sword, and no one can stop it. If you don't continue to chase and kill now, you will just let the tiger go back to the mountain!" Another person shouted, the voice was full of anger.

When Yun Changqing heard these sullen voices, his heart was extremely sad, and he let out a heavy sigh.

Afterwards, he looked at Fan Wujie who was directly in front of him again, and his cold eyes scanned him. Obviously, Fan Wujie was also dissatisfied with Yun Changqing's actions.

"Pavilion Master, please listen to me." Yun Changqing took a deep breath, the expression of helplessness on his face was gone, it became more dignified and solemn, silently bearing everyone's cold gaze.

"The arrival of the Ancient Star Sect not only gathered 130,000 masters, but also quickly set up a large array of 28 constellations. It was impressively prepared, and the chaotic battle just now also proved this point. I can feel the greatness in their hearts. ferocious murderous intent."

Yun Changqing looked directly at Fan Wujie, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "The master of the pavilion is holding a legendary ancient sword, one against two, it is indeed invincible, but the opponent's background is also not to be underestimated. After the melee just now, Wanjiang Pavilion suffered casualties. It was terrible, the outer sect was almost wiped out, and there were only 40,000 people left, while the Star Ancient Sect still has 80,000 people, if we continue to chase and kill, it will definitely attract the other party to fight to the death."

As he said that, Yun Changqing looked at the Wanjiange disciples around him, and continued: "The twenty-eight star formation is good at positional warfare. If we rush forward rashly, before we get close to the opponent, I am afraid that the casualties will be in vain. At that time, even if we can win, it will only be a miserable victory, so what is the point of such a result?"

The crowd stared at Yun Changqing, their gazes were slightly fixed, and they all looked at Fan Wujie in unison.

"I agree with Sword Master Changqing's suggestion." At this time, Tang Yunhuan's voice sounded leisurely, she walked to Yun Changqing's side, and said: "At this moment, Wanjiange is already hurting more and more, so it is not appropriate to continue Fighting, hope Pavilion Master think twice."

After she finished speaking, Lei Yuanguang and Su Lengliu also stood up, a group of four, with burning eyes in their eyes, nodded heavily at Fan Wujie, not wanting Fan Wujie to continue chasing and killing him.

After the scuffle just now, the outer sect of Wanjiange was almost destroyed, and those who survived were all Jiange disciples with outstanding talents.

These disciples were all painstakingly cultivated by the lineage of teaching skills. To the four sword masters, they were like their own children, so how could they be willing to let them die.

As they said, if Wanjiange continued to chase and kill, the result might be victory, but it would be a disastrous victory. On the contrary, if they retreated without fighting, even though Xingchen Guzong could escape safely, Wanjiange's losses would be minimal.

Fan Wujie looked at the four sword masters coldly, glanced at them, then looked at the people of the ancient Xingchen sect who were gradually going away, and said: "Today's battle is related to the thousand-year reputation of Wanjiange, how can we give up halfway, stop me Those who die!"

As soon as his words fell, a burst of madness burst out, wrapped in the shocking sword pressure of the legendary ancient sword, directly oppressing the four people, knocking them out easily.

Puff puff puff!

Four pillars of bright red blood spat out from the four people's mouths, and finally smashed hard on the ground, but Fan Wujie didn't even look at them, turned around, just raised his palm, and there was another cloud in front of him. Evergreen's hunchbacked figure.

At this time, his body was stained with mottled blood, and the strong wind stroked him, making his figure even more hunched. He slowly raised his cloudy eyes, and persuaded him: "When two tigers fight, both sides will suffer. Although Wanjiange's millennium reputation is important. , but compared to that, the inheritance of incense in Wanjiange is even more important."

As the words fell, a muffled voice rang out without warning, and Yun Changqing pinched his forehead, slammed it on the ground, and said loudly: "Palace Master, please think twice!"

"Pavilion Master Wang, think twice!" After Yun Changqing kowtowed, the other three sword masters also rushed over, and their foreheads were pressed down as they spoke without the slightest hesitation.

The crowd of Wanjiange showed consternation, especially those inner disciples, who still had a trace of embarrassment on their faces, and the raging fighting spirit that had just been ignited began to dissipate.

Although Yun Changqing is the head of the lineage of teaching skills, although their status is not high, they always know everything about inner disciples and answer all questions. Although they are strict, they have cultivated countless outstanding disciples and work hard.

They didn't pay much attention to Wanjiange's thousand-year reputation, they only cared about the life and death of their disciples, and only cared about the inheritance of Wanjiange's incense. For this reason, they even knelt and kowtowed to extinguish the fighting spirit of the crowd.

"you……"

After a long silence, Fan Wujie finally spoke, and the four sword masters hurriedly raised their heads, but met a pair of extremely cold eyes, and said again: "Do you really think I dare not make a move?"

A few words, like frost in the twelfth lunar month, made the four people feel a strong sense of sadness, and their heads went blank, only to hear Fan Wujie ruthlessly say: "If the reputation of Wanjiange is destroyed, how should we face it in the future? The ancestors of the Jiange were afraid of the head and the tail, and would only be slaughtered by mermaids. As sword masters, you don't understand this, what a shame!

sad. "

"It is precisely because I am the sword master of Wanjiang Pavilion that I want to stop it!" Facing Fan Wujie's words, Yun Changqing suddenly stood up and said indignantly: "If the pavilion master has feelings for the four of us Killing intent can be done directly, if the death of the four of us can keep the incense of Wanjiange, so why not die!"

"To shut up!"

Finally, Fan Wujie couldn't bear the coldness in his heart. With a flick of his sword, he pointed directly at Yun Changqing's face and shouted: "As the master of the pavilion, I have the right to order Wanjiang Pavilion. As sword masters, you should support me , obey me, but since Luo Yun entered Wanjiange, you have repeatedly refuted, and today, you even dare to threaten."

"From my point of view, you and Luo Yun are the same breed, and want to make Wanjiange decline!"

"Um?"

When the crowd heard this, the hesitation on their faces disappeared, and they became gloomy in an instant. The four sword masters saw these changes in their eyes, and the sadness in their hearts became stronger, and even their hearts felt stabbing. pain.

"Words are not sharp, but they can kill people's hearts. Since the pavilion master thinks that the scheme of passing on the power is wrong, then as the person in charge of the power passing on, I can only die to show my loyalty."

After all, a long sword appeared in Yun Changqing's hand, which made the hearts of the crowd tremble violently.

Before they could make a sound, they saw the long sword slashing across Yun Changqing's neck, and large flakes of scalding blood flew out, dripping onto the ground, and even dripping onto the hearts of the crowd.

Yun Changqing opened his eyes wide, and his hoarse voice sounded slowly: "Wanjiange has been passed down for thousands of years. Although it is famous, it is far less than the inheritance of incense."

"Save people and lose land, all people and land will survive!"

"If the land loses people, all people and land will be lost!"

The voice echoed round and round, lingering in the space for a long time, and then, under the attention of the crowd, Yun Changqing's body fell down, but his eyes were still open, fixedly staring at the top of Wanjian Mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the old man with fading soul seemed to see the familiar scene of Jiange disciples sitting and listening to lectures.

He can see every disciple's words, actions, and even his demeanor, and he can hear them clearly...

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