Sword Knocks The Gates of Heavens

Chapter 299 We are willing to die for Autum Water

Autum Water Yanchao Pass.

Walking down the path down the mountain from the White Cloud Temple, you only need to go straight down, or you can walk in the garden, and you only need two or three incense sticks to reach the swallow’s nest. close.

So the Autum Water Disciple near White Cloud Temple is very familiar with Yanchaoguan, but today they all didn’t expect that the most broken and smallest tower among the four mountain gates is actually the strongest. .

What they didn’t expect was that the White Cloud Temple spectator, the old farmer who had been brewing and farming all day until now had a great temper, and actually resisted the three members of the Xianmeng by one person. The Palace Master’s combined attack, even if there are two aliens joining at this moment, this White Cloud Temple spectator will still not lose ground with the cooperation of his Disciple.

Looking at his incomparable Iron Fist in the phantom above his head, listening to the sound of the air blasting with his punches, those Disciples who were taking refuge in the Autum Water Sword Mound at the moment felt Extremely reassuring.

Although the fighting was very fierce outside, under the protection of the Kun Zhizhen, except for the rumbling sound of the wind and thunder cannons that sounded from time to time, the interior of the Autum Water group was quite peaceful.

However, even though the inside of the sword mound was still as calm as usual, most of the two thousand Disciples in the arena had a desolate expression on their faces, and some even buried their heads and began to whimper in a low voice.

These Disciples who took refuge in the Sword Mound are basically the youngest generation in each blessed land, such as Mu Ningshuang of Vermilion Bird Pavilion and Gongsun Yu of Shuiyueju are here.

These Disciples who are willing to stay under the threat of Immortal Mansion undoubtedly have deep feelings for Autum Water, so now I see Autum Water suffering, but I can only sit here in silence How could they not dare to feel uncomfortable when they were helpless?

even more how In the battle just now, more than a dozen “inhumans” suddenly joined in, causing their Martial Uncles who were defending on the perimeter to suffer heavy casualties, making these Disciples who had seen a little hope suddenly Like falling into the abyss, and most of the people who died defending the city were senior elders who were well-regarded everywhere.

“Let’s go out, we’d rather die in battle than watch them die for me here!”

“My Master is dead, and so is Senior Brother. Now, how can I drag out an ignoble existence like this?”

“Let’s get out!”

Watching my Martial Uncles in the virtual image die, some Disciple It was really impossible to sit down like this, and they all shouted loudly with determination.

The objects they shouted were the Sect Master Song Shuwen and Ji Zhen and the others who were standing on the altar in the north of the Sword Tomb.

“Shut up!”

Song Shuwen, who had always been gentle, suddenly got angry.

His voice exploded like a thunder in the ears of everyone below.

“How selfish, how ridiculous you are to seek death and make a living, such childish actions!”

He pointed to the bottom and shouted Disciple and asked.

“We are willing to die for Autum Water, this is righteousness! Why is it naive? It’s really heartbreaking to replace the Sect Master!”

Someone retorted angrily.

“Are you the Disciple of Boiled Spring?”

Song Shuwen glanced at the Disciple and then continued:

“Your Master Deyun Layman sacrificed his life. You don’t cherish a glimmer of survival in exchange for you, but you only regard it as drag out an ignoble existence, and you talk nonsense about being willing to die, such a naive act, how can’t it be ridiculous, how can’t be considered selfish ?Your Master, his sacrifice is righteousness, you go to die this time, it can only be regarded as ignorance and stupidity!”

His voice resounded in the small valley of the sword mound.

“You…”

“Forget it.”

Just as Song Shuwen was about to say something, an old man suddenly interrupted him.

This old man is none other than Sun Wumou.

Although the young Disciple below didn’t know Sun Wumou, after seeing him directly interrupting Song Shuwen’s words, Song Shuwen’s face was full of respect instead of being angry, and he couldn’t help but become curious about the identity of the old man.

“Autum Water set up Sect for thousands of years, this is not the first time I have encountered this situation. Like you, this life was also given by my Master, just remember this kindness. “

Sun Wumou lightly glanced at the group of Disciples under his eyes.

Sun Wumou said this remark very calmly, but the Disciple below heard the group’s indignation and a commotion.

“That’s what I said, but I don’t know if we can make it through today.”

But when the uproar gradually subsided, I don’t know Who said this in a low voice in frustration.

Although this voice is small, it expresses the aspirations of many people. Although there are many elders who are desperately resisting, the Heavenly Punishment Array is hanging over their heads. Can they escape this tribulation? It is unknown, so the sound is extremely harsh in this silent sword mound.

However, this remark was more dissatisfied by the majority of Disciples. It is really not right to say such depressing words when the corpse of the same robe is still cold.

“You can rest assured.”

As everyone was looking for who said this, Sun Wumou spoke again.

“We Old Guys will definitely make you get through today, you only need to do one thing today, and that is to remember the shame of today’s Autum Water, the hate of today’s Autum Water, and wait for the day to come. , please come back and pay back the shame of today a thousand times.”

I saw him continue.

Sun Wumou’s voice was always low, but every word he said made Disciple’s heart tremble.

Looking at the old man on the stage who seemed to be dying, the faces of the Disciples who were worried about whether they would survive today suddenly felt a scorching heat, and asked a group of old people who had fallen to protect them. How not to feel ashamed?

At the same time, Autum Water Disciples, who was just looking at Sun Wumou, suddenly found that there were many old people on the altar of Jianzhong, not only that, but also more and more “unfamiliar people”. “The old man came to the sword mound, and then walked up the tall and wide altar along the stairs of the altar.

Although most of these old people are hunched, hair grey-white, but a closer look shows that the eyes of these old people are sharper than others, and some of them are even more terrifying in imposing manner.

These old people, who clearly had no cultivation base, suddenly made the young Disciples sitting below feel a bit of a shock, and they all stood up unconsciously.

“When did we Autum Water get so many old men?”

They said surprisedly while being shocked.

……

“Old Sun has been taught what he said just now.”

Song Shuwen stood in front of Sun Wumou with a very humble expression.

“Nothing.”

Sun Wumou smiled and looked the head.

After he finished speaking, he first turned his head and glanced at the group of old people who were greeting them on the altar, Qian Chaosheng, and then looked up towards the virtual image above his head.

“It’s really hard for Mr. Da.”

Seeing the scene in which Mr. Da is alone guarding the patio gate in a virtual image, Sun Wumou sighed.

“And Mr. Yang from White Cloud Temple.”

Song Shuwen looked at the virtual image that projected the scene of Yanchao Pass and said with gratitude:

” He is the most qualified to go here, but didn’t expect him to help us keep Autum Water up to now.”

“Waiting for time it takes to burn a stick of incense, just time it When the time comes to burn a stick of incense, they can withdraw, and when the time comes, leave it to our old farts.”

Sun Wumou patted Song Shuwen’s shoulder.

“en. ”

Song Shuwen didn’t look at Sun Wumou, just silently nodded like a child.

“Then, what is that?! Why is there another virtual image!”

Suddenly, a burst of exclamation broke out in the Disciple under the stage.

“That’s the third child of White Cloud Temple? Why is the third child of White Cloud Temple there?”

(end of this chapter)