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Volume 2 Chapter 105 The Invincible Leader

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    "Senior Brother Chen, I would like to join the Sword Fate Group. Is it possible?"

    Senior Brother Chen?

    There are only four inner disciples in this courtyard, and the senior one is Xingyu himself. Where is Senior Brother Chen?

    More than three hundred Qingxuan disciples looked along Xingyu's line of sight, and saw the stunned Chen Shaobai standing there blankly, chewing for a moment. After understanding Xingyu's meaning, the group of people were dumbfounded.

    Is this world going to be destroyed?  When will inner sect masters call outer sect disciples senior brothers?

    Seeing the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, Xingyu smiled slightly. Compared with Zhou Jinyu's deliberately gentle look, he looked more modest and gentlemanly: "There is no priority in learning, there is specialization in Tao, and those who have mastered it come first. You can kill it alone."  Killing Fei Zhiyuan and taking his identity token, his contribution must be enough. After returning to Qingxuan Sect, it is imperative to rearrange the Dragon and Phoenix Rankings. I will call you Senior Brother first, why not?"

    The inner sect's masters invested in the outer sect's disciples to build a party. I dare not say that it is unprecedented, at least it is unprecedented. Either Xingyu, a great master, has lost his mind, or it shows that Chen Shaobai really has his own uniqueness.

    Those who can seek protection here are all human beings, and they are all good at seizing the opportunity. As soon as Xingyu spoke, the voices of nearly a hundred outer disciples came roaring in, asking to join the group. It didn't look like a partisan faction among the immortal disciples, but rather  It's like a gang of bandits.

    "We also want to join, how about it?"

    A senior sister from the inner sect, holding a cyan serrated gear disk and wearing a white crane cloak, stood up, smiling brightly and looking forward to the glow.

    "Sister Xiang Lan? Why are you here to join in the fun?"

    Chen Shaobai feels that the development of today's situation is a bit out of control. Putting aside the external pressure for the time being, the internal affairs are somewhat turbulent.

    Xiang Lan, Zhao Keng, and Lin Jinglei, although these three are not experts on the Dragon and Phoenix rankings, the golden combination is also well-known among the inner sects.  When Xiang Lan came forward, he naturally represented the wishes of the other two masters.  Chen Shaobai thought back to the entry test given to him by these three people half a year ago. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the existence that he could only look up to now had to rely on him.

    Opportunities in the world are ever-changing, and no one can predict or predict. One moment, you will be a poor beggar, and the next moment, you will be able to leap out of the fairy gate and transform into a dragon with golden scales.

    Chen Shaobai stretched out his hand and pressed it softly, indicating that he should be calm and calm.  Then the sound quickly faded away, and for a moment, only the sound of clear and long breathing was left, almost audible.

    "I understand what everyone means. If we can break through the siege and survive today, we will be able to share the sorrow. If you are willing to join the Sword Fate Group, as long as everyone has no objections, I, Chen Shaobai, will not refuse."

    "But now, life-saving comes first!"

    Feeling the louder and louder sounds of weapons outside the courtyard, and the stronger fluctuations in mana, Chen Shaobai frowned: "We are all cultivators, not soldiers, and don't pay attention to formations, but now we face dozens of times in battle.  The enemy must be organized and disciplined if he wants to survive!"

    "Those who have mounts, mount them immediately. Mounts with the ability to fly, such as the Roaring Sky White Tiger, form the first echelon; Luosha mountain-climbing beasts form the second echelon; those without mounts are considered the third echelon, responsible for logistics and finishing."

    The order was conveyed through Zhou Jinyu and Wu Muqin, and several team captains were temporarily designated based on their strength and commanding ability.  After all, everyone is a cultivator of immortals. Although they are all arrogant, they have bright minds. It is about their own lives. No one is making trouble at this time.

    In just half a quarter of an hour, an impressive formation was roughly formed. Although it was not very organized, it was much better than the previous scattered situation.

    Xingyu, Xiang Lan, Zhao Keng, Lin Jinglei, Zhou Jinyu, and Wu Muqin, these six people are divided into three echelons, which is enough to protect some sudden attacks.

    A team of more than 300 people is neither big nor small. When the battle starts, the battle line is stretched out. There is no master in charge. Any master from the inner sect of the Demon Sect can wreak havoc and kill.  Leave easily.  Chen Shaobai's arrangement had simple and obvious intentions. Many outer disciples saw it in their eyes and remembered it in their hearts. Although they did not explain it in words, they were very grateful in their hearts.

    The courtyard is like a peaceful paradise. The sound of killing outside is getting more and more intense. They understand that there are no eggs left behind when the nest is overturned. Everyone is desperately communicating about how to kill the enemy, how to save their lives, and what they need to pay attention to during the march.

    Regardless of their status as outer disciples, these people are all heroes whose hands have been stained with the blood of the enemy. However, what they will face later are elites several times their own, and even many unknown immortal masters.  , it is impossible to say that I am not nervous.

    Chen Shaobai watched with cold eyes, riding on a handsome and powerful roaring white tiger.Standing proudly in front of the formation, silently counting the time, waiting for everyone's initial adjustment.

    Occasionally, big cats and kittens sneak in in twos and threes. Before they can show their heads, they are beaten to a pulp by the combined efforts of everyone.

    A quarter of an hour later, the smell of blood was so strong that it filled his nostrils. Chen Shaobai's eyes widened suddenly, he raised the sword in his hand high and shouted loudly: "If you want to live, come with me!"

    Everyone in the outer sect of Qingxuan never thought that they would have a passionate day in the battle group. The cold moonlight shining on their bodies could not hide the turbulent heat in their hearts. Emotions were rolling and brewing in their hearts. Finally, through a very powerful  A short burst of bytes bursts out:

    "good!"

    The sound waves soared into the sky, the sound waves tore through the strong wind, spread out into the courtyard, and spread far away.

    Many disciples of the Demon Sect who heard this voice subconsciously thought that the secular army came to die, but after they realized the power contained in it, their expressions changed involuntarily.

    Dozens of men in pink clothes with oily hair and powdered faces rushed into the door holding blood-stained light green swords, with ferocious smiles on their faces. They seemed to have succeeded in killing, tasted the sweetness, and without much testing, they went on a rampage and were ready to create another attack.  A massacre.

    But before they really launched the offensive, seven black water swords as dark as night intertwined into a net under the dim light of the moonlight, blasting through them, either piercing their hearts or piercing their bodies, or cutting off their arms and legs.  .

    With one blow, no one was spared.

    Chen Shaobai waved his hand, and the seven flying swords obeyed orders like elite soldiers and flew back to him one after another, leaving only a group of half-disabled Demon Sect disciples wailing in pain.

    "Seven swords fired in unison, so mighty! So domineering!"

    "This is the strength of Senior Brother Chen? How terrifying!"

    "Senior Brother Chen, kill all these beasts from Hehuan Valley! Junior Sister Wang was killed by them"

    After all, no one actually took action. They were all waiting for "Senior Brother Chen" to speak. Even Xingyu and Xiang Lan, the four inner sect masters, were silently holding back, waiting for instructions.

    Feeling the subtle changes around him, Chen Shaobai silently crushed three pieces of chalcedony, the spiritual stone that had sucked up the spiritual energy, and let the gravel slip down on his fingertips, with a smile on his lips.

    The way to govern is to combine kindness, power and benefit.

    Most of the more than 100 new members who joined the Sword Fate Group just wanted to seek his help. They were all striking while the iron was hot and followed the herd mentality.  If he could save their lives today, it would be a favor. As for benefits, he couldn't give them too much for the time being, so the first priority was deterrence!  A complete deterrent!

    Only by creating an image of an invincible leader can the Sword Fate Group temporarily generate more cohesion, instead of becoming a transitional organization that is discarded after being used.

    The large number of killings in a short period of time created a bloody smell that was so strong that it was nauseating. The people in Hehuan Valley were not stupid, and more masters gathered immediately.

    The outer sect disciples of Hehuan Valley in peach red clothes and the inner sect masters in crimson clothes came like locusts, so many that it made one's scalp numb.

    But at this time, there was no way to retreat. There was not much fear in the hearts of everyone in Qingxuan Sect, but there was only peace. Their eyes were focused on the figure of the man in front of them. The sword was unsheathed, and their blood was boiling. They were just waiting for him.  Give an order.

    The spiritual power of the nine rays of Yang Yan has been restored again, lively and lively, bringing more vitality and strength to the body. Chen Shaobai's eyes are shining, emitting a brilliance brighter than the moonlight, and the long sword is pointed forward.

    "kill!"

    As soon as the voice fell, one rider took the lead, followed by three hundred people.

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