Chapter 557: Lords, listen to this dragon chant!

Within the Chunyang Sect, killings were everywhere.
Judging from the strength of both parties, it is destined to be a cruel crush.
The entire Pure Yang Peak was covered with a faint blood mist, and one hundred miles apart, one could smell the smell in the air.
Within a few hours, the upper and lower sect had already reached the limit.
Blood, despair, fear, and cold death filled the entire Pure Sun Sect.
"Young Master... Young Master hasn't arrived yet, is Pure Sun Sect going to end!"
"Lu Zu gave up our unscrupulous juniors..."
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
"The Pure Sun Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is about to die today!"
Up and down the sect, mourning is everywhere.
Thousands of Wuzong elites had killed more than seven times, and the rest were injured.
Under this destructive war, death is not difficult, and the survivors are the most desperate.
Looking at the relatives and friends around him, one by one fell down, and there was no more to rely on.
The brutality of the invaders, the cruelty of the war, the strong smell of blood lingering around, and the coldness of death close to death under severe injuries and dying.
All this makes people desperate.
Next to the Pure Yang Sword Palace, the four great martial kings of the Pure Sun Sect had also reached their limit.
The central back earth spirit will hold a dimly colored iron mixing rod. When the beam of light that erupted from the Pure Yang Sword Palace was dim, he rose up and smashed the high-hanging pure sun flame mirror. .
Boom!
Seven-Rank Lingbao was exploded immediately.
For a time, the fire rolled, and the scorching wind swept around.
Zhenren Chunyang and the three ancestors, as if they had been exhausted, their legs fell soft and collapsed to the ground.
Taking advantage of the power of influence, the force that surpassed their own limits was exploded. For the four of them, their bodies were already overloaded.
When the formation broke, the four of them were exhausted.
The central post-earth spirit will fall from the sky, and the iron mixing rod crashed onto the arm of True Man Chunyang.
Puff!
The iron mixing rod that was enough to smash the pure sun fierce flame mirror directly smashed the arm of the real person Chunyang into the blood and blood, the spiritual power was shocked, the wind swept like a knife, and the flesh and blood flew.
The severe pain caused Chunyang Zhenren to twitch and sweat. He gritted his teeth without making a scream.
"Today is really a special day. The Chunyang Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will die today. As the person who created history, he will definitely be named in history and will remain in the past, hahaha."
Central Houtu Ling will chuckle.
"Bah, a group of invaders, you will be stinking for thousands of years!"
Real Chunyang gritted his teeth and shouted.
Even if the general situation is gone, he is seriously injured, his eyes are still very firm.
"Old man, his mouth is still hard when he died, open your eyes and have a look, Pure Sun Sect is over."
"Isn't it good to be lying on my stomach like a dog? I have to learn to stand up. For the so-called dignity and freedom, mountains and rivers are broken, and the people are killed and wounded. Even my life is gone. What is the use of dignity?"
Nanfang Chihuoling threw the dying Jianwu ancestor, who had lost consciousness with one hand, to the side of True Person Chunyang. Crossed his arms and hugged, with a look of disdain.
The situation of the ancestors of the formation source and the ancestors of Lieyang were not much better than the ancestors of Jianwu, and they were dragged over like dead dogs.
Of the four martial kings of the Chunyang Sect, only the real person Chunyang still retains a trace of consciousness.
His gaze swept across the mountains and rivers inherited from the Pure Sun Sect era, and blood and tears flowed out of his muddy and tired eyes.
"The old man has been humbled all his life. It is enough. When he is dying, he can walk upright on the road of resistance, and he will die at the last minute of the battle, and it will be a good death."
"The pure sun sect, although the mountains and rivers are broken, and the sects are dead, as long as there is a young master, the pure sun sect will not perish. And you group of beasts who lose their conscience and destroy humanity will be touched by your hands. Full of blood and evil barriers, paying a heavy price!"
"The breath is still there, the battle will not stop, protect the sect and kill the thieves, and the pure sun will be strong!"
Zhenyang Zhenren said every word, categorically.
In his eyes, there is unyielding fighting spirit.
This is the clan heritage of Chunyang Sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Since the rise of Lu Zu and the establishment of the clan, the Chunyang Sect has been arrogant and proud from the head to the disciple. Sending people under the fence and bowing to one's knees is just an expedient measure to preserve the sect.
Who can bend and stretch, how can he not be a true hero?
"Old things, the older you get, the more confused you are. Since you are so obsessed, then use the heads of the four old thieves as a stepping stone to our hegemony."
Western Hyun Jinling will look disgusted.
He and the central Houtu Ling next to him will look at each other. The two exchanged glances and nodded in unison.
In an instant, murderous aspect.
The golden giant sword martial soul hung upside down in the air, its sharp qi, like a blade. Before he could actually do anything, he left many scars on the four great martial kings of the Pure Sun Sect.
"Remember, the one who ended the Pure Sun Sect is the Five-Party Spirit Hall, and the Western dazzling golden spirit generals!"
"The fourth magical power, ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
Rumble!
Sword energy and spiritual power are intertwined, condensed into a golden sword phantom after another.
For a time, the sword shadows were chaotic, and everything looked like a sword.
"dead!"
The West Hyun Jin Ling gazes fiercely, and his big hand suddenly falls.
Wan Jiang Sword Shadow, along with the main body of the Golden Sword Martial Spirit, descended towards the Four Great Martial Kings.
The four of them have no resistance.
But at this moment, the cold wind was everywhere, ghosts were chaotic, and a sword intent appeared out of thin air. The sword power of the western golden dazzling generals is like the stars are stronger than the bright moon, and the fireflies are stronger than the sun.
"The third magical power, ghost sword domain!"
With a soft drink, dozens of ghost emperor cold sky swords measuring several meters in size fell from the sky and turned into a sword and shield, protecting the four great martial kings of the Pure Sun Sect.
Under the ghost sword domain, it is like Shura descending, with gusts of wind and evil spirits rampaging.
Boom boom boom!
The power of returning ten thousand swords to the sect was all blocked by the ghost sword domain.
At the same time, a petite figure descended from the sky and entered the ghost sword domain.
Behind her, the Qing Emperor arrived with the Nebula Sword.
A trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
"Heh, the dignified blue emperor, holding a magic weapon, can't handle even a little girl, it's really laughable and generous."
Linghuang sneered.
"Stop talking nonsense, first destroy the Pure Sun Sect!"
Qingdi bluntly said.
"Well, everyone joined hands and broke this sword formation together!"
The Central Earth Spirit will say.
His words are very important.
With an order, the four great spirit generals, the spirit emperor, and the azure emperor, simultaneously unfolded their martial arts, bursting out powerful spiritual power.
The six powerhouses each show their magical powers.
Under the strong attack, the Ghost God Sword Region shattered.
The senran ghost and the cold sword gang dispersed, and a pure white cold light appeared in front of everyone.
Under the cold light, Gu Qingming controlled the frozen heart, struggling to support it.
"Little girl, today I sacrifice my life to save my life. The old man is grateful. But, Chunyang Sect is destined to die today. How can you turn the tide by one person? Quickly escape the siege and meet the young master. One day, I will avenge myself. Rebuild the Pure Sun Sect!"
"The old man will be a cow and a horse in the next life to repay great favor!"
Zhen Yang said tiredly.
"Pure Sun Sect, cannot be destroyed, reinforcements have arrived!"
Gu Qingming said softly.
Roar!
Suddenly, there was a huge roar of a beast in the distance, and the sound of killing, from far to near.
Above the sky, five star-lit battleships appeared in the eyes of everyone. Before the Nebula Five Great Warship, there were three figures, which were extraordinary. It is also very conspicuous among the army.
One is carrying colorful steel wings, and the other is chaotic Qinglian.
There was also a man in a white robe with a wicked look, following them.
The entire Pure Yang School fell into a boil.
"Young Master... Young Master is here!"
"The sky will not perish, my Pure Sun Sect, and the young master will come, just like Lu Zu reborn. The Pure Sun Sect will not die if you survive a catastrophe, there must be a blessing!"
"Brothers, it's time to fight back, slash the Azure Emperor Spirit Emperor with a sword, and destroy the five spirit generals!"
"kill!"
The shouts shook the sky, and the momentum was like a rainbow, and tens of thousands of elite troops came and joined the people of Chunyangzong.
At this moment, everyone is boiling.
Under the guardianship of the Frozen Heart, Gu Qingming's blood surged, looking at the real person Chunyang who was already crying beside him, and shouted:
"The pure sun is immortal, everlasting!"
"Masters, listen to this dragon chant!"