Chapter 715 Judgment

The resolute voice echoed in the sect, and soon, disciples responded one after another.

They may be strong or weak, and they arrive in different ways. Some fly across the sky on flying swords, some ride on beasts, and still others use various strange carriages and horses.

The originally peaceful sect seemed to have turned into a legendary fairyland at this moment, and everyone gathered towards the center.

The doll was extremely curious about this rare scene. Looking at the fellow disciple who was either wielding a sword or riding a beast, his eyes widened with curiosity.

"They all look so awesome."

"What kind of awesomeness is this?" After hearing this, the senior brother on the side did not agree: "The practice of swordsmanship is not for rushing."

"The sword master kills, it is a waste to use it for flying."

"Senior brother, are you scolding the master again?" The child asked: "The master just sat down with a flying sword."

"Hey kid, don't let salt and oil get in, right?" The senior brother once again grabbed the child's braid. This time, the senior brother didn't let go until the child burst into tears due to his teasing.

"I'll show you what real swordsmanship is." He said to the child, and the senior brother stretched out his hand to show his sword finger.

Buzz buzz.

All around, the hum of weapons rang out, followed by dense sounds of breaking through the air, and a huge force field rose with the senior brother as the center.

Brushing, brushing, brushing...

Many flying swords came from all directions. The flying swords of everyone who passed by were pulled away from their bodies, surrounding the senior brother, and finally condensed into a huge giant sword behind him.

"Wow." This scene was so shocking that the children who were still crying couldn't help but realize it.

"Senior brother, you are so awesome."

"That's right." Senior Brother pouted: "This is the real sword-driving skill. It's many times more powerful than those sword-driving skills."

"That's awesome." The child replied, looking at the fused giant sword behind his senior brother: "But senior brother, how are you going to gather? Can this sword fly?"

"Uh." The senior brother was stunned by this question, and then he scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Don't worry about whether it can fly or not, just decide whether it's handsome or not."

Snap, snap, snap.

Before the child could answer, a large group of disciples wearing Jiange costumes had arrived.

They were all obviously angry, especially after seeing the giant sword carried by their senior brother, they even yelled:

"Zhang Pingzhi, you are a horse-riding person, you practice your magnet sword technique all day long!"

"Are you poisonous? I flew so well and you sucked my sword??"

"I just spent money to build a new sword last month! Damn..."

"..."

A group of people were cursing, but Zhang Pingzhi was no longer as calm as before: "Junior brothers, don't get excited, don't get excited, I didn't mean it."

Seeing that a group of people were about to hit him with fists, Zhang Pingzhi saw the baby beside him and grabbed his braid.

"The main reason is that there are too many people. Little Lingzhi is scared by you. I will use some strange magic to make him happy."

"Ah?" Being grabbed by the braid, Xiao Lingzhi looked at his senior brother. Although he was not very sensible, his eyes almost blinked when he saw Zhang Pingzhi, and he seemed to understand a little of what the other party meant.

"Yes, I asked my senior brother to demonstrate it to me."

"So it's Ling Zhi who wants to see it." Hearing that it was the little doll thinking, the expressions of the group of people suddenly softened.

As the youngest official member of the sect, Zero is also the only disciple of the sect. He is the most favored by the sect and the most beloved person by everyone in the sect.

"Really, Ling Zhi, why are you always following your senior brother?" A bearded man patted little Ling Zhi's head: "If you want to see some magic, just come to me. What's so good about your senior brother's iron-absorbing skill? ”

"Your senior brother is very bad, we won't play with him." Another yellow-haired man also came over, "There is a big event in our sect today. You come with us and don't get hurt."

"Don't be afraid, we will protect you."

As they spoke, a group of people picked up Ling Zhi and headed towards the sect center again.

Zhang Pingzhi, who had escaped the disaster, breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand. The giant sword behind him fell to the ground and disintegrated into a pile of broken swords.

"I don't know what the use of the sword-controlling skills Master taught me is useful..." Looking at the broken sword, Zhang Pingzhi sighed, and after a while, he took out a big bag.

"But it's still okay to collect scrap metal and sell it for money."

…

Snap, snap, snap.

When Ye Fan and Sakuragi walked in the whirling city again, the city's guards were already very tight, but they still did not stop these two weirdos who were proficient in various strange arts from sneaking in from the corner.

Covered by artillery fire, the sun was about to rise the next day, and the roar continued, and in a daze, it looked like the front line was approaching a beast tide.

With the protection of the barrier, the artillery element can only hit the area within the gap, and does not cause much damage to the city.

"It doesn't seem that easy to remove the restrictions." This time, the two disguised themselves as soldiers, and Sakuragi pretended to be older, more like a commander.

"The restrictions in the city are activated. If they are destroyed, it will be too easy to detect." Ye Fan did not look at the restrictions. He looked around the city, obviously having some purpose.

"What does King Ye want to do?" Sakuragi was of course very familiar with this look and immediately came over.

"I kind of want to see where the projection of their Holy Lord is." Ye Fan replied, with some thoughts in his eyes: "The barrier raised by the ban can block us for a few days at most. No matter how fast the people from the dynasty organization come, it will take time. More The confidence is the Holy Lord’s projection.”

"I'm wondering whether this projection of the Holy Lord means that there is something like a clone of the Holy Lord in the city, or that it is in some kind of mechanism or stored props."

"If it's the latter, we can just steal it." Sakuragi understood Ye Fan's thoughts and rubbed his hands excitedly: "Then let's go look for it now?"

"Yes." Ye Fan replied, looking towards the tower behind, where the figure of the lion man was prominent.

"But you have to be a little more careful. People in Whirlpool City are very wary now. Most of our disguise skills can't escape the king's attention. The substitute we left is not very good."

"I guess we can't hide it for long." Sakuragi nodded at the side: "We also have to seize some time. It is best to leave the city before the substitute is discovered, otherwise we will be in trouble if we are stuck here."

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"Are they trying to force their way in?"

In the daytime, on the city gate tower, the lion man looked at the army that was still attacking crazily in the distance, and couldn't help but frown.

"Do they have so many armaments and ammunition in storage?"

"Nanchuan has been saving for many years, I can't say for sure." Ji Yang was also on the side. He was more cautious. From time to time, he would use the telescope on the side to watch the movements of the army to confirm whether Ye Fan was in the army.

"Then Ye Fan doesn't rest? Has he been supervising the battle since yesterday?"

"He is more anxious than us." The lion man didn't think there was anything wrong, and the old god said calmly: "The King of the North deserves a lot of credit for his rise. Now that I have moved out to the King of the North, he has thrown the enemy at both ends." It’s so difficult that I can’t even sleep well.”

"Does the King of the North really have any connection with us?" Ji Yang was a little interested when he heard this.

"This is not something you should ask." The lion man replied, turning around, but he was a little thoughtful.

"The King of the North...he is a very complicated person."