Valkyrie

Chapter 407 Fierce Battle
On the square of Piaoxue Palace, the breath of death began to shatter. Countless Piaoxue Palace disciples stood up, clenched the weapons in their hands, and looked up at the dark enemies outside the mountain guard formation, full of boiling fighting spirit and enthusiasm. murderous look.

After entering Piaoxue Palace, one is a member of Piaoxue Palace.

Even if he was afraid of dying in battle, he would die in Piaoxue Palace.

As long as there is still fire in Piaoxue Palace, what does it matter if they die generously today?What's the harm in killing the Quartet?Disciples of Piaoxue Palace should have this kind of arrogance!

In the past, there was Yanzang Front, who participated in the battle of Yinyang Valley several times.

Then there was Lin Cangxue, a genius who defeated four sects and ten dynasties with one sword.Chief Lin Huang even killed the Quartet in the Four Schools and Ten Dynasties War.

Wuya Peak went to the town to kill Han Qingtian.

Senior brother Xie Qinghou, the number one in the inner sect, spent ten years on hard work and tasted courage. In the battle of the curtain call, eight hundred black robes were killed in the Blood Spirit Hall to honor Dong Ling.

A disciple of Piaoxue Palace should have the character of a warrior.

Piaoxue Palace should have an immortal spirit.

I would rather die standing up than live on my knees.

All of a sudden, less than a thousand Piaoxue Palace disciples rushed towards the mountain guard formation with fighting spirit.Even if it is to die in battle today, it is better than hiding in the Piaoxue Palace and surviving.

bang...

At this moment, the large formation protecting the mountain in Piaoxue Palace also began to vibrate violently.

Outside the formation, the two sects began to attack the mountain protection formation frantically.

The battle to besiege Piaoxue Palace has lasted for two months.If it takes longer, when the Yanzang Front returns, there will be a glimmer of life for Piaoxue Palace.

Just when the two major sects were attacking the formation, they saw one after another Piaoxue Palace disciples rushing out, killing like madmen.

The two sects were not surprised but were overjoyed, they burst into laughter immediately, they did not expect the people from Piaoxue Palace to be so stupid.

Wind and rain from all directions, Qi Aohan stood high in the clouds, looking at the Piaoxue Palace disciples rushing out, with a smile on his face, he waved his hands and ordered the disciples of the two major sects to attack and kill them.

In a blink of an eye, the war started again.

Like a torrent of steel, the two sects rushed toward the disciples of Piaoxue Palace invincibly, instantly breaking up the formation of Piaoxue Palace.

The entire snow-bound space is covered by endless sword energy and sword light at this moment.

The monster roared.

The sound of attacking and killing the piano filled the world.

Countless vines entangled and killed the disciples of Piaoxue Palace.

Yin Yinbi blood spilled into the sky.

The disciples of Piaoxue Palace were laughing loudly, singing generously as if possessed by a demon.The weapons in his hands kept killing the disciples of the two sects.

Even if he is seriously injured, he will not hesitate.

Even if it is an injury in exchange for life, it will not retreat at all.

The battlefield stretching ten miles across turned into a hell on earth, and turned into a Shura battlefield.Countless disciples of the three major sects stared and died, leaving no bones left.

The disciples of Piaoxue Palace were laughing loudly.

The situation of laughter was turbulent, and the disciples of the two sects who laughed were extremely terrified.

They have never seen such a person who regards death as home, like the god of death in hell, it is frightening.

bang...

Keng.

On the snowy battlefield, there were endless fights and chaotic battles.

The disciples of the three major sects fell one after another.

As for the disciples of Piaoxue Palace, they have achieved an unprecedented unity, showing a bloody spirit that is not afraid of life and death.

Looking at the fellow disciples who fell one after another, and the senior brothers who flew to save him, the disciples of Piaoxue Palace were full of killing intent and anger like a sea.

However, no matter how boiling the fighting spirit is, how the anger is bursting.Fighting and fighting are extremely cruel after all.

On the battlefield, disciples stared and died one after another.

The disciples of Piaoxue Palace laughed and cried, looking at their fellow disciples who fell in front of them, they let out heart-piercing roars, their grief was heartbreaking.

"You fucking still owe me three pills. If you block my knife, can you repay me? Wake me up!"

"My son once beat you like a dog, who wants you to block the knife for me!"

"Hahaha, I'm Liu Wuxin, a disciple of the outer sect's Xuan Yuan, and I'm going to die today to revive the reputation of my Xuan Yuan! You disciples of the inner sect, let me see if you die!" A young man roared generously, rushing to the place vowing to die. Among the crowd of the two sects, self-explosion exploded.

"Death is death, I am afraid of you!"

Another inner disciple rushed forward.

"His grandma, this time it was finally planted. If I knew it, I would seriously practice it. You can remember it, I have a younger sister. If you are not dead, help me take care of it. Don't make a fool of yourself. Otherwise, even if I am a ghost, I will crawl out and fuck you!"

"Lu Tiangui, an inner disciple of Piaoxue Palace, is begging to die here, that bastard dares to come up and kill your grandfather!"

……

Clouds were falling, and the wind and snow were fierce.

The ten-mile-long battlefield was filled with the generous and elegiac voices of the disciples of Piaoxue Palace, laughing or cursing, but full of blood and arrogance.

The hand was broken, picked up the hand and threw it at the enemy.

The stomach was broken, the intestines were pulled out, and the enemy's neck was strangled.

With a broken leg, he rushed desperately into the two sects and blew himself up.

The entire land has long been soaked in blood, with countless limbs and broken bodies.Even Qi Aohan who was above the clouds felt extremely frightened and felt the horror of Piaoxue Palace.

Up and down in the sky, the disciples of Piaoxue Palace are fighting, the elders of Piaoxue Palace and the ancestor of Marquis Wu are also fighting, they are facing the siege of the top combat forces of the two sects with blood all over their bodies.

Friends of geese.

Geese scattered.

Iron Wuxin.

Shen Diexin.

……

Even if he is seriously injured, even if he is unable to fight anymore, he still fights.As long as there is one breath left, their battle will never stop.

Even if the family is dead, this battle must show the demeanor of Piaoxue Palace.

Break out of the dignity of Piaoxue Palace.

Up and down the sky, blood and stumps flew across the sky, and everywhere that came into view was a scene of tragedy.

In an entire hour, the thousands of disciples in Piaoxue Palace had been reduced to just over 400 disciples.

There is only one of the six ancestors of Marquis Wu who guards the mountain gate in the palace gate.

Of the eleven elders who stayed behind, only three remained.

Even in the square of Piaoxue Palace, Yan Qing'er, who had wiped Yan Nangui's wounds, raised his sword at this moment and came out of the mountain protection formation, killing towards the two sects.

At this time, the two major sects still had three thousand disciples, eight Marquis Marquises, and more than 20 elders.

In the middle of the battlefield, Yan Qing'er's face was covered with blood, looking at the fallen senior brothers one after another, her slender five fingers were firmly embedded in the flesh, and a piercing brilliance bloomed on the long sword.

Suddenly, Yan Qing'er's body was covered with heavy snow.

Looking at the snowflakes flying around her, Yan Qing'er smiled sadly, even if she understood the snowflakes in the world at this moment, so what?Today, it is still powerless!
Piaoxue Palace... is dying!

The long night is vast, and the snowflakes are miserable.The bloody smell filled the sky, and the remaining 400 people in Piaoxue Palace were still fighting unyieldingly.

But after all, it is difficult to kill a piece of blue sky!

Yan Qing'er stood alone in the center of the battlefield, looking at the four elders who came from the two major sects, she smiled bitterly, the snowflakes all over her body became more and more miserable, but how could she block the four elders from the seventh heaven of heaven.

Yan Qing'er slowly closed her eyes, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her mind.

The figure who practiced his sword day after day under the cliff of Tianpu.

The one who killed the Quartet at the outer door entered the inner door, and became the chief of Piaoxue Palace in the first battle.In the Great War of the Four Schools and Ten Dynasties, countless geniuses were killed.On Wuya Peak, the young man who fought against Han Qingtian.

It's a pity...

Ever since the girl in red appeared in Piaoxue Palace, she dared not see him again.

If he can be bolder, at least he can make him remember himself.

In the snowy battlefield, Yan Qing'er felt the four elders killed, but there was a faint smile on his face, just like the first snow.

Bang bang bang.

Just when Yan Qing'er felt that the long sword was about to pierce her throat, a terrifying sound of explosion suddenly sounded in her ears, and the long sword that pierced her throat was also turned into powder.

In an instant, the four elders all died.

Yan Qing'er raised her head, her tender body trembled violently, and saw a long knife floating in the sky above her head, filled with overwhelming arrogance and murderous intent, and roared like a dragon.

Demon Sword!

At this moment, all the disciples of Piaoxue Palace looked up at the roaring Demon Suppressing Saber, their expressions shocked.I only heard several voices suddenly sounded in the void, like thunder coming from the nine heavens:

"The disciples of the Yellow Court from the outer sect, Fang Wuming!"

"Inner disciple, Bai Xiaopang!"

"Lin Cangxue!"

"The chief disciple of Piaoxue Palace... Lin Huang is here!"

(End of this chapter)