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Chapter 1719 A vain name

"Senior brother, this won't work, we can't stand it anymore."

After all, Haihou Mountain has never experienced the cruel battles three hundred years ago, nor has it experienced the pain of being forced to close the mountain, so he does not know what kind of reaction the disciples of Bajue Sect will make when they are oppressed.

But it doesn't matter, now he sees it.

Every disciple of the Bajue Sect attacked the enemy with no chance, whether it was the wise realm or the saint fighting warrior.

If they were not older, Yan Liangshan would probably not have a chance to go to Zhao Yu when he talked about Wu.

Among them, most of them are over 60 years old.

The number and strength of the opponent completely crushed the Bajue Sect, at least on the surface.

But in fact, the opponent is not sure whether he can kill the other side. Although Bajue Sect is at a disadvantage, he still has the strength to resist.

"Bastard." Hou Sheng stared at Tian Hanfeng and Mu Yuan who had not taken action yet. If possible, he would wish to tear these two bastards into pieces.

The task of leading the team into the Tianhuo Secret Realm is to allow the younger generation of Bajue Sect to gain experience.

This is the first time their Bajue Sect has been born and experienced after entering the upper realm. But who would have thought that these super families were so shameless that they would join forces to deal with their Bajue Sect.

"Junior Brother Hai, you will retreat with the junior brothers of the Saint Warriors. Remember, they are the living power of our Bajue Sect, so don't suffer too much." A sharp light flashed in Hou Sheng's eyes. After splitting a sage of wise men with one sword, it suddenly spread to Haihoushan's side and reminded him.

"Senior brother, where are you?" Hai Houshan was stunned and asked quickly.

To be honest, it is undoubtedly a happy thing to be a disciple of Bajue Sect. After fighting for so long and so many people died, but the sage realm of Bajue Sect only fell five people, and the others were well protected.

"I? Didn't you see that? The Tian family and the Shadow Tomb Sect are planning to capture all the realms of us sages." Hou Sheng exhaled a breath of turbid air and patted Hai Houshan on the shoulder: "Junior brother, I know that the formation of your Hai family is terrifying, but it is not a solution to consume it like this. Since their goal is the realm of us sages, let us find a way out for you."

That's right, if it weren't for the formation brought by Haihou Mountain, everyone in the Bajue Sect would probably have died now. How could they have the confidence to resist the delay in time here?

"Senior Brother, listen to me, it's not the last moment." Haihoushan hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "My crystal can still consume one hour. Now I, one hour, is enough for Senior Brother Zhao to come here. At that time, it will be the death of these people."

Senior Brother Zhao? The young sect leader who has never met before?

Hou Sheng was a little dissatisfied. There were nearly a hundred sages here. Even if Zhao Yu was better than him, they were all sages. How could he deal with so many people?

But this formation is controlled by Haihoushan, and only Haihoushan can control it. Since Haihoushan has said that, he can't say anything.

He had already made up his mind to fight to death for other disciples of the Bajue Sect before the power of the formation disappeared.

As long as these seeds survive, they will not be in danger of being in trouble with the Bajue Sect.

"Haha, Bajue Sect, I thought it was so powerful? Now I can only hide in the turtle shell." Mu Yuan's arrogant laughter resounded throughout the space. Everyone in the Bajue Sect was besieged and could only rely on formation defense, and could not make any effective attacks at all.

Moreover, Mu Yuan believed that under such high-intensity attack, even the Hai family's formation would be broken for a moment, and it would definitely not be too late.

"Bajue Sect? Lang has gained fame." Tian Hanfeng's eyes flashed. Four of the five sages who died in the Bajue Sect died at the hands of the Tian family.

Not everyone can match the foundation of the first family in Central and Southern China.

Now in the entire Tianhuo Secret Realm, the Tian family is the most powerful and powerful.

In the formation, Hou Sheng's face looked very ugly. When did the disciples of Bajue Sect walk in the world and were ridiculed so much?

But there is no way, the situation is better than that of others.

On one side, multiple sage realms surrounded the five sage realms and more than twenty saint warriors. If it weren't for the Haihou Mountain bringing the Hai family formation, they would probably have been wiped out now.

It is obvious that neither the Tian family nor the Ying Tomb Sect were going to let go of the people from the Bajue Sect.

"I have lost my reputation? Whoever said this, stand up for me."

Everyone present changed their expressions, especially those with higher strength.

The sound came from far away, and in the blink of an eye, a figure had already stood above the Hai family formation.

"Senior Brother!" Haihoushan shouted to Zhao Yu.

"Well, it's fine." Zhao Yu lowered his head and glanced at everyone, then his face suddenly sank. Then he threw a storage ring full of crystal stones to Haihoushan, and said coldly: "Who hurts our people from Bajue Sect, point it out, I'll settle it."

Hou Sheng was a little stunned. Is it really just a person? But why is this tone so arrogant? And... it turned out to be a wise man under the age of thirty.

Where did such a monster come from? Where did the masters find such a monster?

"Zhao Yu, you really dare to come." Tian Hanfeng stared at Zhao Yu with cold eyes. He had always had only one idea for Zhao Yu, killing him.

Zhao Yu slashed a wise man in front of him and a ferocious beast that he pulled a cart. This was no less than a direct slap in the face, so he hated Zhao Yu to the core.

"Zhao Yu, this is not the place where your Bajue Sect should come from. Where will you come from and where will Gun go? Tianhuo does not have the share of your Bajue Sect." Mu Yuan stared at Zhao Yu with an arrogant expression.

Whether it is the Tian family or the Shadow Tomb Sect, they absolutely crushed the Bajue Sect in terms of number of people. In terms of strength, the Tian family has hundreds of sage realms and dozens of Shadow Tomb Sect, almost several times that of the Bajue Sect. They dare not take action easily.

As soon as Zhao Yu appeared, all the people who were besieging the formation stopped.

It has not been long since Zhao Yu directly killed a sage with the strength of a Saint Warrior, especially Mu Yuan and Tian Hanfeng, who have seen it with their own eyes.

Now that the sky fire has not appeared, there is no need for them to damage too much in such matters.

Zhao Yu did not pay attention to them, but listened to the voice transmission from Haihou Mountain.

Five sage realms, Bajue Sect actually fell into the five sage realms. When he thought of this, Zhao Yu's heart was bleeding.

Moreover, the Tian family and the Shadow Tomb Sect shamelessly joined forces to oppress the Bajue Sect? It is tolerant...
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