Legend of Sword King

0This was not a profound statement, but a general knowledge of the military. These young warriors and juniors from influential families were just panicking and were unable to think of this point. Now that Cheng Qing had pointed it out, who wouldn't know the depth of his words?    0

    

For a time, the faces of many people went ghastly pale as layers of cold sweat flowed out.    

    

Those who hadn't spoken yet had obviously thought of this and calmed down a bit.    

    

Someone swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty, "Doesn't that mean that we will definitely die tonight?"    

    

With this said, the surrounding people immediately sucked in a breath of cold air, and many people's legs began to tremble.    

    

Even though these young masters were considered handsome and talented, they were all protected by their clan members. There were almost no life or death situations that they had to face, and some people couldn't help but feel extreme fear.    

    

Song Qianshu's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Cheng Qing and asked, "What should we do now?"    

    

Chen Qing drew his Heaven Lake Sword, and a resolute look flashed across his face. "Cultivator of Western Paradise would rather die standing than kneel and live!"    

    

Song Qianshu immediately felt blood rush to his head, "Well said! Tonight the bloody war, at worst with the traitor and the Uighur dog together! I, a cultivator from the Western Paradise, have fought with the Uighurs for a hundred years and have never lost a single inch of ground. For a real man, we should completely turn our backs on him! "    

    

Saying that, he shouted to the Song Clan cultivator who was protecting him: "Song Zheng, tonight you will kill a thief for your country, die a miserable death! Even if there is only one remaining, you will still have to die on the way forward! "    

    

Seeing Song Qianshu so impassioned, Song Xuejun and the group of Song Zhenghua cultivators could not help but recall the day when they captured Sun Moon City. They thought about the tragic scene of how everyone had to kill their enemies in desperate circumstances, so they took out their weapons one after another, "Song Zhenren will kill for the nation, no one will retreat!"    

    

Seeing this, the eyes of all the youths from the Feudal Lords family started to burn, and they gritted their teeth so hard that they could hear the noise.    

    

They were all handsome men of the west, the future of the west. They had never accepted anyone in their lives, so why was it that now that Song Qianshu was so generous and was willing to fight for the empire, they could only cower in fear and be cowardly in the face of death?    

    

They were all cultivators of the Western Paradise; each of them had two shoulders and a head on their shoulders. No one could afford to lose face like this. Every aristocratic family had their current status. Naturally, the clan had countless heroic ancestors who buried their bones in the sand and killed hundreds of enemies! They could not afford to lose face for their clan, nor could they afford to lose face for their ancestors!    

    

If he didn't fight now, he wouldn't have the face to meet anyone in the future!    

    

After learning that there was no retreat, the fear from before gradually dissipated, and was replaced by the valiance of struggling in desperate straits.    

    

The people who did not say anything previously all spoke out now, "Let's fight to the death! "Even though I lost to Yeluo Mingguang at Black Wind Ridge, I want to prove to Brother Song and the An Tian Sect that I, Qi Mo Xuan, am worthy of the title of Ju Yan, the Feudal Lord!"    

    

"Kill them, kill them all! Kill them all! Kill them all in rivers of blood!"    

    

"A traitor is always better than a traitor. Even if I die, I will not let my family let me down!"    

    

"The Western Lions have never been afraid of fighting the Uighurs!"    

    

"A great man should be loyal to his country! This is the moment!"    

    

The cultivators from the Feudal Lords had already charged into the Sun family's courtyard. Now that the young disciples had made their move, the remaining guards rushed into the main gate of the Sun family. Over three thousand disciples of the An Tian Sect were pushed to the back.    

    

In the battlefield where cultivators of the Western Paradise fought for their country, they were never afraid of death.    

    

"Surround the Sun family's mansion, don't let anyone escape!" Cheng Qing didn't intend to let the An Tian Sect follow him, but rather issued a different order instead.    

    

The strongest member of the Tranquil Sky Sect was only at the Desire Prison Realm. The Sun family possessed many of the highest level of the Desire Prison Realm, as well as many experts at the Small Peak Realm. Although the Tranquil Sky Sect had many people, if they charged forward recklessly, they would only be sending themselves to death.