Chapter 4191: Moment of Despair

Leng Xunshuang and the group of Tiandao disciples beside him were covered in dust on their clothes and faces.

Facing the violent Hongxiu and hundreds of Ziyan Palace monks, they actually had no chance of winning.

But even though they knew this in their hearts, they had no intention of retreating.

Because Tiandao is their home!

Unlike other sects, Tiandao does not value family background or talent when recruiting disciples.

Most of the disciples recruited by Tiandao are children from poor families, and a considerable number of them are orphans.

A large number of them have ordinary cultivation talents, or even no talent, and cannot even break through the Qi Refining Stage.

But even so, Tiandao will not treat these disciples differently.

The entire Tiandao is a big family. Whether it is the head or the ordinary disciples, there is no difference in status, and they always get along well.

Therefore, in the hearts of these young Tiandao disciples, Tiandao is their home.

It is natural to protect their own home.

Even if they are afraid, they will not retreat, let alone run away!

"Look at your pitiful appearance... No one can save you now!" Hongxiu roared fiercely.

Leng Xunshuang clenched the long sword in his hand, his eyes firm.

"I know who you are, your name is Leng Xunshuang, from Canglan Sect." Hongxiu narrowed his eyes and said, "I am an old acquaintance of the head of Canglan Sect. Now I will give him a face and give you a chance."

"Put down the sword in your hand and leave here. I won't make things difficult for you."

"But if you insist on blocking me, then... I will regard you as a member of Tiandao Sect and wipe you out together!"

Hearing this, many disciples of Tiandao Sect looked at Leng Xunshuang with different expressions.

They all knew that Leng Xunshuang was a good friend of the head.

Now facing the moment of life and death, Leng Xunshuang has no need to stay here and lose his life in vain!

"Senior Leng, you go, you are a cultivator of Canglan Sect... There is no need to die for Tiandao Sect."

At this moment, the male cultivator standing next to Leng Xunshuang said.

Fang Yu recognized this male cultivator.

Since he took over as the head, there was no such thing as an elder in Tiandao Sect. Except for him, the head, the rest were disciples.

And this male cultivator was the oldest among them, and the eldest brother of all Tiandao Sect disciples.

His name was Fang Yuan.

This name was given to him by Fang Yu, because Fang Yuan was just an orphan begging on the street, with no name or surname.

After Fang Yu brought him back to Tiandao Sect, he gave him this name.

Leng Xunshuang looked at Fang Yuan, shook his head, and said, "I promised Fang Yu that I would protect Tiandao Sect for him while he was imprisoned. If I abandon you now, how can I face him in the future?"

"But..."

Fang Yuan wanted to speak.

"Fang Yuan, you don't have to say anything more. I won't leave. I will fight with you until the last moment." Leng Xunshuang's perfect face showed no hesitation, and the determination in his eyes made the surrounding Tiandao Sect disciples red-eyed.

Fang Yuan's body was trembling slightly.

He was still young when Zi Yan Palace committed heinous crimes against Tian Dao Sect.

But that memory was still very painful for him.

Those kind sisters were tortured and killed like that... He still felt suffocated when he recalled it.

For Tian Dao Sect, Zi Yan Palace was a mortal enemy.

Their generation of disciples were all thinking about revenge.

But later, the master told them that they didn't have to think about revenge.

"I will personally avenge this vengeance, and I will bear the responsibility."

After saying this, the master took a sword and went to Zi Yan Palace alone.

In that battle, the master killed the monks who committed crimes in Zi Yan Palace, as well as a group of elders.

If the Righteous Alliance hadn't intervened, the master might even have wiped out Zi Yan Palace.

After that, the master was taken to Guanshan Prison for two hundred years.

Now facing Zi Yan Palace again, he knew very well... what would happen in the absence of the master.

There was no hope.

The world of immortal cultivation is in chaos now, the Righteous Alliance has collapsed, and no sect will come to help them.

Even Canglan Sect has chosen to protect itself now, and Leng Xunshuang cannot bring even one reinforcement.

Net

Fang Yuan looked at Hongxiu in front of him, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and released the aura of cultivation on his body.

"Okay, Leng Xunshuang, don't say that I didn't give you a chance, it's you who don't want to live." Hongxiu said, raised his left hand and made a gesture.

Hundreds of Ziyan Palace cultivators in the back burst out with a cultivation aura together!

Whether in terms of number or cultivation aura, they showed a crushing trend against Tiandao Sect.

Fang Yuan took a step forward, holding a long sword in his hand, with a faint blue light.

Tiandao Swordsmanship.

The disciples in Tiandao Sect basically have to practice this swordsmanship.

"Just relying on you... overestimating your own abilities." Hongxiu smiled coldly, and then his figure flashed and rushed forward.

Hundreds of Zi Yan Palace disciples in the back also rushed forward.

They shouted, making excited and cruel sounds, holding various sharp weapons in their hands, and slashed at the disciples of Tian Dao Sect.

At this moment, Fang Yu, in the form of a consciousness, could only watch this scene happen.

The sharp weapon cut the skin, and blood splattered.

Painful expressions, fearful eyes, and voices of encouragement...

Scenes after scenes flashed before Fang Yu's eyes like fragments.