Leng Xunshuang and a group of Tiandaomen disciples beside him were covered with dust on their clothes and faces.

Facing the berserk Hong Xiu and hundreds of Ziyan Palace monks, they actually had no chance of winning.

But even though they knew this in their hearts, they had no intention of shrinking back.

Because, Tiandaomen is their home!

Unlike other sects, Tiandaomen does not value family background or talent when recruiting disciples.

Most of the disciples recruited by Tiandaomen are children from poor families, and quite a few of them are orphans.

A large part of their disciples' cultivation talents are very average, or even have no talents, and they can't even break through the Qi refining period.

But even so, Tiandaomen will not treat them differently.

The entire Tiandaomen is a big family, whether it is the head or ordinary disciples, there is no difference in status, and they always get along with each other.

Therefore, in the hearts of this group of young Tiandaomen disciples, Tiandaomen is their home.

Protecting your own homeland is a matter of course.

Even if you are afraid, you will not shrink back, let alone run away!

"Look at your pitiful appearance... No one can save you now!" Hongxiu roared with fierce eyes.

Leng Xunshuang clenched the long sword in his hand, his eyes were firm.

"I know who you are. Your name is Leng Xunshuang, and you come from the Canglan Sect." Hongxiu narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm an old acquaintance with the head of the Canglan Sect. Now I will give him a face, and I will also give you a chance."

"Put down the sword in your hand and leave here, I will not make things difficult for you."

"But if you insist on blocking me, then... I will regard you as a member of the Heavenly Dao Sect and destroy you together!"

Hearing this, many disciples from Tiandaomen looked at Leng Xunshuang with different expressions.

They all knew that Leng Xunshuang was a good friend of the head.

Now facing the moment of life and death, there is no need for Leng Xunshuang to stay here and lose his life in vain!

"Senior Leng, let's go, you are a monk of the Canglan Sect... There is no need to die for the Heavenly Dao Sect."

At this moment, the male cultivator standing beside Leng Xunshuang said.

Fang Yu recognized this male cultivator.

Since he took over as the head of the sect, there is no such thing as an elder in Tiandao Sect. Except for him, the head of the sect, the rest are disciples.

And this male cultivator is the oldest one among them, and he is the elder brother of all the disciples of Tiandao Sect.

His name is Fang Yuan.

This name was given to him by Fang Yu, because Fang Yuan was just an orphan begging on the street back then, without a name or surname.

After Fang Yu brought him back to Tiandaomen, he gave him this name.

Leng Xunshuang looked at Fang Yuan, shook his head, and said, "I promised Fang Yu that during the time he was imprisoned, I would protect the Heavenly Dao Gate on his behalf. If I abandon you now, what will I do in the future?" meet him?"

"But…"

Fang Yuan still wanted to speak.

"Fang Yuan, you don't need to say any more, I won't leave, I will fight with you until the last moment." On Leng Xun's perfect face, there was no slightest hesitation, and the firmness in his eyes made the surrounding Heavenly Dao Sect The disciples' eyes were red.

Fang Yuan's body was trembling slightly.

When Ziyan Palace committed heinous crimes against Tiandaomen, he was still young.

But that memory was still very painful for him.

Those kind-hearted senior sisters were tortured and killed like that... He still feels suffocated when he thinks about it.

For Tiandaomen, Ziyan Palace is the deadly enemy.

The disciples of their generation were thinking about revenge.

But later, the head told them that they don't need to think about revenge.

"I will avenge this revenge myself, and I will bear the responsibility."

After saying these words, the headmaster carried a sword and went to Ziyan Palace alone.

In that battle, the master beheaded the monks and a group of elders who committed crimes in Ziyan Palace.

If it wasn't for the Righteous Path Alliance to stop it, the head might even destroy Ziyan Palace.

After that, the head was taken to Guanshan Prison, where his sentence was two hundred years.

Now facing Ziyan Palace again, he knows very well... what will happen when the head is not around.

There is no life.

Today's world of cultivating immortals is in chaos, the Righteous Path Alliance has collapsed, and there is no sect to help them.

Even the Canglan Sect now chooses to be wise and safe, and Leng Xunshuang can't move even a rescuer.

Fang Yuan looked at Hong Xiu in front of him, gritted his teeth tightly, clenched his fists, and released the aura of his cultivation.

"Okay, Leng Xunshuang, don't say I didn't give you a chance, it's because you don't want to live." Hongxiu said, raised his left hand and made a gesture.

Hundreds of Ziyan Palace monks in the rear burst out with their cultivation!

No matter in terms of number or cultivation base, they showed a tendency to crush Tiandaomen.

Fang Yuan took a step forward ~lightnovelpub.net~ holding a long sword in his hand, glowing with a faint blue light.

Tiandao swordsmanship.

The disciples in Tiandaomen basically have to practice this sword technique.

"It's up to you... overestimate your own strength." Hong Xiu sneered, then dashed forward and rushed forward.

Hundreds of Ziyan Palace disciples in the rear also rushed forward.

They shouted, uttered excited and cruel voices, holding various sharp weapons in their hands, and chopped towards the disciples of Tiandaomen.

At this moment, Fang Yu, who is in an ideology, can only watch this scene happen.

The sharp weapon cut through the skin, and blood spattered.

Painful expressions, fearful eyes, and voices of mutual encouragement...

Scene after scene, like pieces of fragments flashed before Fang Yu's eyes.