Chapter 0529: What Is Zongmen (4)

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The person who shot was burly, with a hat on his head and a hideous scar at the corner of his eye.

"Senior Brother Yuanhu, the strength of the inner sect ranks second, and the peak of the second and third levels of martial arts!"

Seeing Yuanhu appear, many inner disciples looked excited.

"court death!"

A certain elite from the inner sect of the Yunxiao Sect had a look of anger in his eyes.

These Yunxiao Sect disciples cannot compare with them in the realm of martial arts, but they rely on Xuanlingzong's most treasured magic weapon to enhance their own strength.

"A bell!"

That Cloud Firmament Sect disciple threw a small copper-colored bell into the sky above.

However, after Xiao Zhong flew into the void, the wind grew long, but only two breaths, but it was already huge, and the deafening bell sounded, and moved towards Yuan Hu and others to suppress it.

This giant clock is also a magic weapon.

Before the giant bell could suppress it, a huge blue seal appeared in the void.

"boom"!

With a loud bang, it exploded in the sky, Qingyin walked towards the giant bell, and finally the two collided fiercely.

Taking advantage of this time, Yuan Hu and the others immediately retreated and escaped the catastrophe.

Seeing that the disciples of Xuanlingzong escaped from trouble, Qingyin was taken into the palm of a young man.

"Mo Changkong... Senior Brother Mo!"

I saw that young man, with a handsome face and aloof temperament, and his clothes were not the clothes of Xuanlingzong disciples.

The moment they saw the young man, many inner disciples of the Xuanling Sect couldn't help showing a touch of joy on their faces, and moved closer to this place.

"Disciple Mo Changkong, pay homage to the sect master!"

The young man held the blue seal and bowed towards the suzerain on the high platform.

"it is good!"

Sect Master Xuanling nodded and looked at the person in front of him with a smile in his eyes.

Mo Changkong, the son of Elder Mo, was the last chief disciple of the Xuanling Sect. His strength was detached. He had been away from the sect for many years.

Seeing Mo Changkong, Elder Mo was full of relief. Mo Changkong was not only his son, but he was one of his most proud disciples, just like Ye Qingtang.

Mo Changkong swept his eyes and looked at the inner disciple of Xuanlingzong beside him, and immediately waved his hand, "Kill!"

Immediately, dozens of disciples of the Xuanling Sect rushed towards the front at the same time.

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At this moment, the outer disciples left by Yun Shu, Lin Long, and Gu Yanqiu did not participate in the battle, but instead helped the injured disciples of Xuanlingzong on the battlefield.

"Wow"!

A disciple of the Xuanling Sect, lying in front of Yun Shu, spurted a large amount of blood from his mouth.

"Sorry..." Yun Shu gritted his teeth and looked at the blood on his hands. For the first time, he felt that he was so powerless.

"Live...live...go on..."

The inner disciple of the Xuanling Sect grabbed the palms of Yun Shu and Lin Long tightly, and seemed to have exhausted all his strength before spitting out these words.

As soon as the voice fell, his arms fell weakly, and his eyes seemed to be unwilling, but they did not close.

Looking at the corpses of dozens of inner disciples around, Lin Long's mind kept reminiscing about the happy event where the inner and outer disciples gathered together last night.

But at this time, the monstrous sound of war drums in her ears pulled her back to this cruel reality.

Although there are many disciples of Xuanlingzong, not everyone has magical tools.

The magical weapons in the treasure pavilion are limited. Those disciples who are weaker have no complaints. The magical weapons are given to the disciples who are slightly stronger. Only those who are strong enough can make the most of it.

Although the disciples of the Xuanling Sect suffered a lot, the Yunxiao Sect was not much better. There were more than 100 inner sect elites, but now they have lost more than a dozen people.

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