Qingyun Signed in for Three Hundred Years, and I Became a Peerless Sword Fairy

"Senior Brother Lin, if you die, then our Qingyun Sect will suffer a great loss."

……

These heart-piercing shouts rang out in Lin Jingyu's mind all the time.

Like a curse, like a shackle, it continuously eroded Lin Jingyu's heart.

He also thought about fighting Guiyin desperately in exchange for the other fellow disciples to live.

But with his strength at the time, he couldn't do it at all.

In the end, under the persuasion of others, it was also in order not to let those younger brothers and younger sisters sacrifice in vain.

Lin Jingyu resolutely made up his mind, and led the rest of the Qingyun sect disciples, and fled towards the area under the jurisdiction of the Ghost King Sect.

A total of eighteen lives have been lost. For ten years, they drank together, experienced together, and slayed demons together. Zeng Jin talked and laughed together, sharing joys and sorrows.

But overnight, it was all gone.

Thinking of those junior brothers and sisters who died, Lin Jingyu felt extremely uncomfortable.

He wanted to roar to the sky and vent the anger in his heart.

Wanting to pull out the sword in his hand desperately, and die with the opponent.

But he looked around at the twelve fellow disciples who fled with him.

As a senior brother, Yiwu led them out alive.

They also need their own leadership.

With so many juniors and sisters already dead, should the remaining juniors and sisters also be killed in battle?

Thinking of this, he looked at the remaining twelve colleagues and shouted loudly: "Everyone hold on, the teacher should already know that something happened to us, and we are on our way here, as long as we persevere, we will be saved soon. "

Lin Jingyu looked at the distressed people at the moment, although his heart was extremely heavy, he seemed calm and composed.

Hearing Lin Jingyu's words, the eyes of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect suddenly lit up with hope.

As long as the sect masters arrive in time, they will definitely be able to save their lives.

Even, it is not impossible to avenge the dead fellow disciples.

"Ghost King Zong, you wait, if I don't die today, I will pay back ten or a hundred times in the future."

At this moment, Lin Jingyu swore firmly in his heart, and then quickly left with a group of Qing Yunmen disciples.

"Everyone come with me."

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Chapter 90 In Despair (Fifth)

Afterwards, Lin Jingyu took the lead and headed towards the edge area of ​​Ghost King Sect.

Now, they are not far from the edge of Ghost King Sect.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Lin Jingyu and the others had arrived at the edge area.

"Junior brothers and sisters, speed up, we will be able to escape soon."

Lin Jingyu yelled towards the group of Qingyun sect behind him, his expression seemed a little excited.

As long as you cross here, you will no longer be in the territory of the Ghost King Sect.

I believe that Ghost King Zong would not dare to send people over to chase and kill him so presumptuously.

However, just when Lin Jingyu was about to step over the territory of the Ghost King Sect, he suddenly had an ominous feeling in his heart.

"Senior brother, be careful!"

At this moment, behind Lin Jingyu, a female disciple of the Qingyun Sect let out an exclamation.

Hearing this, Lin Jingyu's face suddenly changed, and he saw a black light suddenly appearing in front of him.

And this black ray of light is lasing towards him at an extremely fast speed.

Woo!what!

In the black light, there were still bursts of ghosts crying and howling wolves.

No, magic weapon!

Seeing this black light, Lin Jingyu's scalp went numb for a while, and he quickly reacted.

The next moment, he pulled out the sword in his hand, and mana surged in his body.

Afterwards, the sword made a humming sound, and a bright sword light waved out from Lin Jingyu's hand.

At the same time, bursts of incomparably fierce sword intent erupted from Lin Jingyu's body.

Looking at the frantically rushing black light, a cold light flashed in Lin Jingyu's eyes.

The next moment, he condensed endless sword intent and shot directly towards the black light.