A few days later, there was a cloud of sorrow and gloom up and down the Qingwei Gate.

In the evening of yesterday, the last city of Qingweimen was attacked by the 38th coalition forces. Now, the coalition forces are coming to Qingweimen, only a few hundred miles away. At most two hours, they can kill the Qingweimen mountain gate .

Inside the main hall.

As the head of Song Yong's high game, the elders separated from each other.

"Aunt Thanks Elder, have all the disciples been soothed?" Song Yan asked in a deep voice.

"Back at the door, the disciples of the law enforcement team have all mobilized and caught a few typical examples, and no one dares to make further disturbances!" Said Elder Gu Xie with anxious expression.

Thirty-eight sent troops under pressure, not to mention ordinary disciples, even a senior elder felt a tremendous pressure. Therefore, some disciples with impotence took the opportunity to cause trouble, causing some confusion.

"Huh!" Song Zheng nodded, revealing his thoughtfulness. After a short while, he said again: "Call everyone to the outside martial arts field, I have something to announce."

A quarter of an hour later, Qingweimen outside the gate square, where tens of thousands of disciples and deacons elders of Qingweimen gathered.

But everyone's face was more or less frightened or anxious.

"Here is the head!"

As soon as the words came down, Song Kun stepped onto the high stage.

"Meet the head!"

Tens of thousands bent at the same time.

"No need to be polite."

Song Xuan raised his hand.

For a while, the audience was quiet and the needle was heard.

Song Yong's voice sounded again: "The coalition forces of the 38th faction have been less than a hundred miles away from our door!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was a sudden uproar from the audience. Although the news was well known, everyone heard the shock and horror of the head of the public to admit it!

"quiet!"

The elder Xie on the edge of the high platform drank coldly, and his voice instantly spread throughout the performance martial arts ground, shaking many eardrums, and subconsciously, everyone closed their mouths.

Song Kun continued: "This is the critical moment for me to live and die. After this calamity, I can go to the next level. If we fail, we will not live in the world. Now, I give everyone two choices. One is to stay and fight to the end. The other is to leave Qingwei Gate immediately. Here, I guarantee the reputation of the head of Qingwei Gate.

As soon as this remark came out, the elders who were too senior suddenly changed a lot, and the head of the secret road was confused. Wouldn't this make Qingwei door self-defeating?

Many of the disciples under the high stage showed joy.

"You only have a quarter of an hour. If you want to leave, leave immediately. After this time, you can only stay with the Qingwei Gate and die!" Song Zheng urged.

As soon as the words came down, an outsider stepped out of the team, and made a head towards Song on the stage: "Thank you for opening the door, the disciples are ashamed, so you can only take one step!"

"Anyway, go!" Song Yan waved his hand.

The disciple stood up, flew towards the mountain gate as soon as his figure flickered, and disappeared instantly.

Seeing that Song Ye did not hold the guilty of those who left, dozens of people went out of the crowd in succession, kneeling down and left Song Yan's head.

More and more people left, less than half an hour and more than 3,000 have left, most of them are outside disciples, but there are also many inside and elite disciples, and even many deacons and outside doors The inner door elder left.

Suddenly, the elders' expressions became extremely ugly, and the head of the secret road made a faint move.

Fortunately, several core disciples did not move.

It was just that they had just come up with this idea, the core disciple who stood in the forefront Shen Weifan moved, and he clasped his fist to Song Yan: "The head of the house, extraordinary coexistence and death together with the Zongmen, but the old father and mother in the family could not give up, so they had to take a step Take care! "

"Take care!" Song Xun nodded, smiling, this Shen Weifan was very dissatisfied with being the head of the club. He is leaving now, and Song Xun is not surprised.

Looking at the back of Shen Fanfan's departure, the elders of Taishang were even more ugly and gloomy.

The faces of the remaining four core disciples all showed entanglement and hesitation.

In the end, two people left.

Only two remained.

It's a quarter of an hour.

The people who have to go have already left, and the rest are willing to coexist with Qingwei Gate.

Although the people who left this time weakened Qingweimen's overall strength by at least one-third, he was not worried that his magic weapon to win was not his disciples.

Facing a disciple, Song Ye smiled with relief: "Very well, you didn't let me down. Since you didn't let me down, I'm not in charge as the head of the team. I can definitely tell you in charge. Everyone, this time, victory belongs to me! "

"Wish to die with the head!"

An inner disciple shouted loudly, Song Ye looked up, and the person who shouted was Lin Yue, who entered the Qingwei gate with him!

"Wish to die with the head!"

Feeling Song Yan's eyes, Lin Yue shouted again, and dozens of people shouted with him this time.

"Wish to die with the head!"

This time it is no longer dozens of people, but tens of thousands of people shouted together.

"Wish to die with the head!"

This time, everyone shouted. The elders shook the world, and the elders could not help but move, and then their faces were relieved, and the hearts were available.

After an hour and a half.

The coalition forces of the 38th faction were finally killed. They were so dense that they could not see the end.

Song Ye took a group of elder elders to stand in front of the mountain gate, watching the mighty army do not change his face.

The army ahead.

Coalition coach Chen Yizhou led a suzerain to face Song Yaoyao on the mountain.

"Children Huang Liang, now that our army is under pressure, do you still arrest yourself? When are you waiting?"

Aoguang emerged from the crowd, staring resentfully at Song Yan, shouting with a grin.

Song Huan ignored him at all. His eyes fell on the middle of the army, and Shen Sheng yelled, "Nangong Wushuang, will you not show up at this step?"

Figures flashed, and Nangong Wushuang and six martial arts figures appeared in front of the army.

"Huang Liang, we have met again." Nangong smiled without a smile on both sides, with pride in his eyes.

"Yes, it's a pity to meet again. Every time we meet, we need soldiers to meet each other!" Song Kun smiled.

Suddenly, there was resentment in Wu Gong's eyes, and she abused: "Huang Liang wants to live? As long as you are willing to kneel down and ask for this girl, this girl can spare you a life!"

"You don't deserve it!" Song Yan shook his head.

Suddenly, Nangong Wu's eyes were cold, and he waved his hand: "Chan Zhangmen, attack, let me break the gate of Qingweimen, chickens and dogs will not stay!"

"attack!"

Chen Yizhou gave a complicated look at Song Yan, and issued an order for total supply.

"Back!"

Song Yan sighed and retreated into the gate with a group of elders.

"Don't let him run away, you catch up and kill me!" Nangong Wushuang shouted, and immediately, the six martial saints behind him rushed towards Song Yu like lightning.

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