Chapter 531, Jinghu Giant Change (1)

Fortunately, a large amount of the power of the basalite and the inscription master, [Qin Jin] Guan Yu's inscriptions, more than half of the continuous operation, with a strong guardianship, can ensure that the intruder can not put it in a short time Break through.
However, in the past six days, the number of disciples who asked Jian Zong to die was more than a thousand.
In addition to the ordinary inner disciples, there are nearly a hundred innate powers.
Such losses have reached one-tenth of the number of disciples of the Swordsmen. Although there is no hurt, it is also an unbearable pain for the swordsman. I have also experienced countless stations, experienced catastrophe on several occasions, but never lost so many disciples.
Wang Junfeng also suffered several battles and suffered serious injuries.
Although there is a top-grade drug given by Ding Hao in his hand, it cannot be supported.
It is necessary to know the few best medicines that Ding Hao has given, although it can instantly restore him to the peak force, but in fact it is only an expedient measure to stimulate the potential, and it can not cure the problem. After an hour, it will become weak again. Going down, the injury in the body will intensify, and it will have to be treated slowly.
However, let Wang Wangfeng feel a little peace of mind that the Zongmen Pass, which has been painstakingly managed for thousands of years, has finally played a huge role in this station.
Relying on these few points, he asked Jian Zong to face several times his own enemies and supported him for more than six days.
In this way, the disciple who sent out to the mirror lake at the beginning should have arrived.
Judging from the original Zongmen Argument Conference, the new [Xuanshuang Jingu] inspection led Ding Hong’s tears, and did not buy Qingping’s account. He did not have any good feelings for Mu Tianyang, who was known as the first genius of Xuezhou. It is a favor for Ding Hao, and he believes that he will not be stalked in the matter of Xuanjing ore.
As long as the news reaches Ding Hong’s tears, the power of [Xuanshuang Jingu] will soon respond.
When you ask Jianzong to only contribute to this metamorphic ore, you can eliminate the disaster!
This is now the only hope for the survival of Jianzong.
Running the mysterious gas will suppress the pain in the body, and the king's peak will slowly stand up, stand on the rock and look at it.
[Red gold] Under the sputum, there is a scar.
The smoke is filled with water, the body is like a mountain, and the blood flows into a river. From the bottom of the mountain [washing the sword pool] to this place, it has been completely red-stained with blood. The heart-wrenching suffocating sky rises, the blood is shining, the air between the heavens and the earth is too So, so that the snow fell on last night, even the snow has turned into a reddish color, like the sky and blood.
The Terran is weak, but it must be so killing each other!
The blood of the corpses of the land is flowing from the body of the Terran martial arts.
However, it has always been a sinister demon, but it is only a hundred miles away from Chen Bing. He has remained silent and has not participated in this battle.
It’s really ironic.
"Teacher Uncle, how are you? Open the meal!" A cute girl with a pink face and a jade, went to Tsing Yi and greeted her, holding a food box in her hand.
On the face of Wang’s peak, there was a smile.
He recognized the female disciple of the Tsing Yi Eastern Hospital.
The girl is called Huanhuan. It was the martial arts seedling that Ding Hao found in the cliffs of Houshan garbage area.
This little girl’s talent is extremely amazing. Just over half a year has passed. It’s already a half-step warrior. If there is no such battle, a talented girl like Huanhuan must be among the famous disciples of Zongmen. The pride of the heavens, under the special care of Zongmen, is vigorously cultivated. In the future, it may be like Ding Hao, and became a famous young woman of the younger generation of Xuezhou.
It is a pity that the war broke out and the fate of countless people changed.
All the things in Zongmen are based on the survival of the Zongmen. The classwork of the registered disciples has been completely stopped. All the recorded disciples, regardless of their strength, are required to participate in various war preparations, although their strength is relatively weak and cannot be directly On the battlefield, but many logistics matters, they have to be completed.
For example, Huanhuan, Gao Xueer, Nini and other famous disciples who were born in slums have been busy for several days.
"A lot better." Wang nodded and nodded, took the food box from Huanhuan.
Unveiled, there are a few delicate dishes in it, and a hot shochu with a pot of hot water. I can see that I have prepared it with some thoughts.
"Thank you, little girl." Wang Mengfeng nodded and smiled.
He and Ding Hao are now brothers and sisters, and Huanhuan is a little girl who is treated like Ding Hao as a younger sister. Although he is regarded as a teacher's uncle, he is not on the shelf.
"You can like your uncle." Huanhuan exquisitely like a porcelain doll, with a thick smile on it, and endured a few times. In the end, he still had the courage to ask: "Uncle Shu, you know, When is Ding Hao brother, can he come back?"
Double the shochu and the belly, the warmth of the belly, Wang Junfeng face such a cute little girl, the skill of pulling hatred is nowhere to play, sighed, said: "Calculating time, another month or so Let's go."
"If you can come back sooner, you will be fine." He bit his teeth with joy and said: "If Ding Hao's brother is there, you can definitely beat these guys."
Wang Mengfeng did not speak.
It’s almost half a year since I’m in the blink of an eye.
I don't know what kind of progress Ding Hao has made in the [Hundred Battlefield]. With his enchanting talent and luck, he should still be very strong and alive, until he walks out of the [Hundred Battlefield]. Will you be shocked by countless people?
Wang Mengfeng suddenly flashed a look of hope.
In addition to the illusory [Xuanshuang Shrine], if you ask Jianzong to live in this darkness and still have a glimmer of hope, then it may be in this young man.
If Ding Hao has a chance to fight against the sky in the [Hundred Holy Battlefield], maybe the strength can be leaps and bounds.
When this kid is in the innate Wuzong, he can be hard-pressed [夔牛妖王] and other demon strong people, if he can advance into the realm of Wu Wang... No, even if he is promoted to the high-level masters, he may be able to fight The realm of the Emperor Wu is strong? As long as there is a strong attacker comparable to the Emperor of the Emperor, you can instantly change the fate of the swordsman!
Seeing the king's peak is in meditation, Huanhuan does not dare to bother, turn and leave.
Further away, Gao Xueer, Nizi and other famous disciples are also very busy to bandage the wounded, transport the Xuan Jingshi, and write the inscriptions for the Zongmen Ming literary master... Under the age of seventeen, the strength is under the realm of the martial arts. The disciples have not been sent to the battlefield, but are engaged in a variety of trivial but also extremely important logistical work.
It is said that some people have also proposed to let these disciples hone on the battlefield, but they were vetoed by the head of the team, Li Jianyi.
"These disciples are the hopes of the Zongmen. They have not yet grown up. Even when the elders and the first members of Zongmen must go out in person, they can't let them die in vain!" At the critical juncture of Zongmen, as the head Li Jianyi of the person, with this sentence, let people see the dignity and discouragement of the Xuezhou martial arts master.
There is heavy snow in the sky.
[Red Gold] Within the Guan Yu, all the disciples who asked Jian Zong were busy.
Nowadays, Zhong Dajun, who is the most powerful in the third step area, is also busy in the crowd. This time he has no hidden secrets. The weapons, armor and all the goods that could be used in the war were contributed in the first place.
"I am the boss of Heaven and Earth, but I am a disciple of Jianzong. I believe that if Ding Hao is here, he will agree with me!"
The voice of Zhong Dajun is equally loud.
The large and small shop owners in the business districts of the major step areas under his leadership also have the money to make money, forcefully contribute, generously donate, and hold a group to support the sword.
Many people are very clear in their minds. If you ask Jianzong to be conquered, the ushered in will be a blood wash, and there will be no eggs under the nest. When they arrive, they will become objects of looting. If this is not united, There is only one dead road at that time.
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Xuezhou Jinghu.
Terran martial arts holy land.
At the edge of Jing Lake, the [Qianjian Mountain Villa] is already a heavily guarded scene.
Four days ago, a disciple of Jian Zong, who was seriously stunned by blood, was sent to the villa. After seeing the owner Huang Shixiong, the atmosphere in Zhuangzhong became severe, five steps, one whistle and ten steps, one hand The swordsman of the long sword patrolled back and forth, and the large array of guards had been quietly opened.
On this day, when the sun rose, the owner Huang Shixiong rushed out like the previous days.
He didn't come back until sunset.
"Hey, what happened? Did you see the patrol to make an adult?" Qiao Huangrong stood at the door of the hall and saw his father coming back. He rushed over and asked aloud.
Huang Shixiong sighed and shook his head.
"Master, you are back!"
"The owner, have you seen Ding inspect?"
"Yellow elders, you are talking fast, how long can the Zongmen not support..."
In the hall, people were filled with people.
These are the most elite disciples of the Sword Mountain Villa. They have Huang Shixiong’s disciples and disciples. They also asked Jianzong to send a master who is stationed in Zhuangzhong. They all looked anxious and saw Huang Shixiong coming in. Hundreds of eyes looked at each other. come.
Huang Shixiong's eyebrows were locked and gently shook his head.
Among the crowds, thousands of miles of life and death smothered and finally ran here to report to the martial arts disciple Huang Jin, seeing a cold heart in the heart, could not help but anxiously said: "Yellow elders, you must think of a way, has been six days passed Every time we have a quarter of an hour here, I don’t know how many I asked Jian Shan’s good boy, and died under the chopped knife...