"One round of energy will decline again, and three out! Now, my disciples of the Craft Sect are certainly attacking the sword formation in one round, but obviously these sword cultivators are avoiding our sharp edge. When my disciples of the Craft Sect have slightly deteriorated, they will launch a large-scale counterattack. At that time... it is the time when my Craft Sect retreats!"

"Zhao Ming may be right. After this battle in the Tiancheng City, my disciples of the Craft Sect will grow, but what about these fallen disciples?"

"What about the black hands who provoked the battle between my Caihua Sect and the Zhaotian City? Their purpose is the Caihua Sect or the Zhaotian City? I have retreated, will I still have a chance to survive?"

Thousands of regrets, all kinds of thoughts poured into Zhong Haoran's heart like floating fluff, making him unable to see the situation of the battle. "Woo..." At this moment, a low whistle sound came from not far away. A mid-stage Jindan cultivator urged his body to escape from the battle group and flew towards the distance without hesitation. Zhong Haoran raised his eyes and saw clearly that it was Wucheng, the head of Huitong Pavilion?

"Hehe..." Zhong Haoran smiled coldly and said to himself, "I can feel more relieved if I can find a leader who escapes in the battle!"

However, just when Zhong Haoran wanted to retract his gaze, the corner of his eyes suddenly saw some sword lights in the sky behind him. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and hurriedly turned around and looked to the south!

At this time, in the vast snowy area, some dark figures flew in groups. These figures did not seem to be as powerful as the disciples of the Creation Sect before, but the momentum soaring to the sky was incomparable to the disciples of the Creation Sect! Within the momentum, a heavy sword intent condensed, blocking the disciples of the Creation Sect’s back path...

"Sure enough..." Seeing this, Zhong Haoran actually breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally seen the ending, and whispered, "This is the trap of the sword cultivator..."

However, before Zhong Haoran could think too much about why the sword cultivator wanted to attack the Craft Sect, there was another ecstatic shout in the battle group: "Hurry up... look! My sword cultivator's reinforcements are here!!!"

"Kill!" Looking at the sword formation like a cocoon on the south gate of the Shangtian City again, the sword formation that looked like a cocoon was torn apart. Groups of swordsmen urged the sword light to fly out, and rushed towards the disciples of the Chuang Sect who had defeated the sword formation outside the city! The subsequent reinforcements were several times more than those of the swordsmen who had set up the formation before!

Seeing so many swordsmen flying out and sword cultivators surrounded them behind them, the disciples of the Craft Sect had been panicked for a long time. The favorable battle situation obtained by one move had collapsed at this moment. Many disciples of the Craft Sect took away magic weapons and flying swords, temporarily protecting their bodies, and hesitating how to deal with them. More disciples of the Craft Sect shook their bodies and escaped from the battle group, seemingly trying to escape, but the entire battle situation was in chaos for a moment!

"Disciple of the Craft Sect, listen to my orders and kill!" Zhong Zhan's hoarse voice came from the chaos, shouting, "Only by entering the Zhaotian City, can we have a way out!"

As soon as Zhong Zhan said this, the disciple of the Chuangshi Sect who was close to him was moved and prepared to start attacking again, hoping to take advantage of the fact that the sword cultivator behind him had not arrived and entered the Zhaotian City.

"Looking for the disciples of Yanshan Villa..." Then another loud voice came, which was Cheng Jizi's voice. "Listen to my order, form a team to turn around. We will take advantage of the siege of sword cultivators who have not yet formed a shape and tear apart the encirclement..."

"Where is Wucheng? Where is Wucheng?" Zhao Ming's voice also came from the chaos in the distance!

"Damn it!" Seeing this, Zhong Haoran cursed lowly, raised his hand and put it in his arms, and took out another red sword weapon!

"Uncle Master..." Fei Yunshu flew out from Zhong Haoran's left, and the clothes on his body were also soaked in blood. He said anxiously, "It happened indeed, what should I do?"

Although Zhong Haoran was confused, he could not reveal it in front of his disciples. He smiled calmly and said, "What are you afraid of? We have already expected this situation before and discussed it!"

"Okay, please listen to the uncle!" Fei Yunshu saw the red sword weapon in Zhong Haoran's hand, and knew that Zhong Haoran had made a decision. He breathed a sigh of relief and nodded and replied.

"Brush..." In the distance, a dim golden light flashed through the battle group, and Zhong Zhan's figure also flew to a place not far from Zhong Haoran. But seeing that Zhong Zhan's Taoist robe was damaged and blood-stained, his left hand was gone, and his right hand was still holding an equally broken magic weapon. Before he could stand firm, Zhong Zhan said angrily: "Uncle Master! At this time, are you still considering the way out? This is the moment that tests my disciples of the Craft Sect. As long as you overcome this difficulty and capture the Zhaotian City, my Craft Sect will become famous all over the world! Once your order is issued, our previous plans will turn into flowing water..."

Fei Yunshu also said angrily: "Zhong Zhan, didn't you see it? My disciple of the Craftsman is surrounded by sword cultivators. I really fell into someone's plan. If I get out of this plan, the only way is to retreat..."

"You are wrong!" Zhong Zhan's eyes were like fire, and he shook his head firmly, "Only by fighting with his back and forth, he can survive in the Battle of the Heavenly City! Without the desire to die, I would never be able to escape from this dead end today!"

"Why was it wrong?" Fei Yunshu shouted, "Previously, we arranged for the Craft Sect to siege Zhaotian City to siege Zhaotian City to attack from all directions, and feinted the attack from the north, so that the Sword Cultivator of the Craft Sect could not defeat my disciples of the Craft Sect, and fled from the north! But now? The Sword Cultivator of the Craft Sect not only did not escape, but opened the defensive sword formation of the Craft Sect to counterattack my Craft Sect. Our plan has been seen through by the Craft Sect. They want to attack my Craft Sect with the Sword Cultivator behind us! I have also expected this situation and can only retreat..."

Zhong Haoran suppressed his temper and wanted to convince Zhong Zhan, but in this moment, most of the disciples of the Chuangtian Sect in the south of Zhaotian City had begun to prepare for retreat. Zhao Ming from the Burning Hexa Association was whispering orders. Wang Jiancheng from his Hong Sect, Xu Zhonglin from Yunting Castle, Zhuo Hong from Tianjing Tower and Zhou Ji from Yuanfeng Village had already gone to the east and west sides of Zhaotian City. Zhong Haoran didn't know how they would deal with it. However, since Zhao Ming was ready to escape, the heads of other sects would never fight to death with Zhong Zhan!

"Oh..." Zhong Haoran sighed, and a sense of powerlessness arose. Without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and a blood-colored flying sword on the sword weapon in his hand!

"Uncle Master..." Zhong Zhan shouted sadly, as if he saw the most precious thing in the world being destroyed.

"Kang..." The sword weapon made a golden sound and soared into the sky. After rushing out more than a hundred feet, the sword weapon made a huge roar again, and light and shadows quickly emerged. A flying sword that was dozens of feet in size was revealed. The red flying sword immediately flew thousands of feet straight at an extremely fast speed, tearing the sky through the dark clouds with blood and tears!

"Brush..." The cloud was pierced, and a pillar of sunlight stabbed down like a lightsaber, passing through the sky and falling straight into the north of the Zhaotian City...

"Walk……"

All the disciples of the Craft Sect had long been determined to retreat. Seeing that Zhong Haoran was sending out the order to retreat, they did not hesitate and shouted softly, urging their bodies to fly away and gather towards the south of the Zhaotian City...

"Hu..." As the blood-red flying sword pierced into the clouds, Zhong Zhan's heart seemed to be pierced, and his eyes lost their energy instantly. However, in just a moment, a resoluteness arose in his eyes again. He looked at Fei Yunshu and Zhong Haoran and said, "You wait! If I don't leave, I will kill Shangtiancheng!"

"Zhong Zhan!" Zhong Haoran looked at Zhong Zhan and asked word by word, "Tell me honestly, did you issue that sect commander?"

Zhong Zhan raised his head and looked at Zhong Haoran, and said sadly: "Uncle Master, may you not believe me at this time?"

As he said that, Zhong Zhan turned his gaze over Zhong Haoran and looked into the distance. The sword cultivator who surrounded the disciples of the Creation Sect had clearly seen it. Even Zhong Zhan saw the battle formation among the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect!

Zhong Haoran opened his mouth and said, "Let's go, today's trend is over..."

"Your situation is over!" Zhong Zhan closed his eyes, stared at Zhong Haoran, and said, "But my heart has not died yet! Uncle Master, I know you don't believe me, but I will say one last thing, this sect command was not sent by me! However, I can tell you exactly that if this sect command is issued a few days later, my sect command will be issued! The sect command of this sect command has really fallen into my heart! My sect of fortune really needs such a blood test..."

"But this test will kill many people!" Fei Yunshu shouted, "And, haven't you seen it? Today, we wait, and all the disciples of the Creation Sect may die here!"

"I can die!" Zhong Zhan smiled coldly and said, "But how can the disciples of the Craft Sect die? If they die, what is the function of my Craft Sect? My Craft Sect disciples may die, but how can the spirit of my Craft Sect die? Even if there is a battle today, the Craft Sect will be gone! But as long as the name of Zhenren Xiao is here, the Craft Sect will be re-established on the Xiaoyu Continent in a hundred years! How can the Craft Sect, which has no blood and life as the foundation, be Xiao Zhenren??"

Speaking of this, Zhong Zhan took a deep breath and turned to look at the Zhaotian City. Although Zhaotian City was still on guard, many swordsmen and beast cultivators had already roared and rushed out. Zhong Zhan said, "Uncle Master, I have long expected the situation now! Today's death situation... I don't know how many times I have seen in my dreams! I came to Zhaotian City and never thought I could go back, so... Uncle Master, please leave quickly! The future of the fortune sect will still need the leadership of my uncle. I, a rebellious person, stay here to pay tribute to the dead Zhenren Xiao!"

"You..." Zhong Haoran looked at Zhong Zhan, who was passionate and had a different philosophy from his own, how could he not be moved by his generous actions to go to justice? He opened his mouth, his lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to speak, but the words were blocked again when he spoke...

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