"Your Majesty, let's go first!" Zu Long, Xiao Kuangren and others also agreed, their faces full of worry and reluctance.

However, Ling Xiao shook his head firmly and said in a deep voice: "I don't need your death to have any meaning, I just need you to live. Before I fall, you must do your best to save your lives."

Although his voice was calm, it revealed unquestionable determination.

Ji Mingkong was anxious. She couldn't help but raise her voice and said: "Your Majesty, why are you so inconsiderate of everyone? If you leave, we will have no worries and can focus more on fighting!"

Ling Xiao took a deep breath and said slowly: "If I stay, we have at least a 50% chance of winning this war. But if I leave, this war will be lost. You are all mine.

Comrades, my brothers, I cannot let you sacrifice for me."

"Okay, no need to say any more, I have made my decision. Now, we must concentrate on defense. It is just a gap. As long as we work together, we will be able to block the enemy's attack, and the sacrifice will not be too great."

In fact, Ling Xiao knew clearly that the biggest problem was Tuoba Tian.

As the enemy's most terrifying warrior, Tuobatian is extremely powerful. Once he appears, the entire battle situation will become uncontrollable.

However, he believed in his trump card and the comrades around him. As long as they united as one, they would be able to defeat the powerful enemy.

Seeing Ling Xiao's resolute attitude, everyone had to admit that what he said was reasonable. They knew that Ling Xiao was the key figure in determining the outcome of this war. As long as Ling Xiao was around, they had the confidence to defeat all enemies.

"Okay, fight to the death!" Ji Mingkong took a deep breath, a look of determination flashed in his eyes. Others also nodded in agreement, with decisive expressions on their faces.

They know that the next step will be a tough battle, but they are ready and willing to pay any price for victory.

At this time, the wind was roaring and fighting was raging, and a large number of warriors were already pouring into the narrow gap like a tide.

Ling Xiao and other masters of the Tyrant Empire were not afraid, they stepped forward and stood on the front line, using their flesh and blood to build an indestructible line of defense, vowing to block the opponent's attack to the death.

Although the gap is not big, every moment is full of life and death battles. As long as this place can be defended, there is still hope for the entire defense line.

Suddenly, a loud roar of laughter broke the chilling atmosphere of the battlefield. Ancestral Dragon's figure flashed, transformed into a giant dragon, and rose into the sky. The pressure it exuded made the surrounding air seem to freeze.

Ling Xiao couldn't help but widen his eyes, and was shocked to find that Zu Long had already reached the martial spirit realm. Although he was only at the third level, his strength was enough to make people awe.

Zulong opened his huge mouth, and a ball of blazing fire shot out from it, like the scorching sun falling to the ground, instantly swallowing up a strong man who was also in the martial spirit realm. After the fire dissipated, the strong man did not even leave ashes.

, as if it had never existed.

However, just when Zulong was about to continue his killing spree, a cold voice suddenly sounded. The ancestor of Qixia Sect, a strong man with the peak martial spirit realm, slowly stepped out of the void. His appearance

, making the battlefield atmosphere instantly more tense.

Zulong's face darkened. He knew that the ancestor of the Qixia Sect was extremely powerful. Although he was not afraid, if he really took action, it would probably be a tough battle.

At this moment, another voice sounded, with a hint of joking and ridicule: "Old Qixia, when did you become a dog in the temple? Let's just watch the fun from the sidelines, why bother to wade into this muddy water.

"

As the voice fell, a figure appeared out of thin air, it was the ancestor of the Murong family. His appearance made Murong Xue excited. She knew that with this ancestor around, the ancestor of the Qixia Sect would not act rashly.

"Old Murong, your Murong family wants to help this kid, aren't you afraid that the Murong family will be destroyed because of this?" Patriarch Qixia's brows were furrowed, and there was a hint of threat in his tone.

When Patriarch Murong heard this, he just smiled faintly, as if he didn't take Patriarch Qixia's threat to heart, "If I don't help, then the family will really be wiped out. Okay, old Qixia, why don't we drink tea aside

, chatting and watching this battle?"

A trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes of Patriarch Qixia. He knew that Patriarch Murong's strength was equal to his own. If he really took action, the outcome would be unpredictable, and he didn't want to waste his own strength. So, he could only give up and never stop.

Talk too much.

At this time, the owner of Tianjian Villa flashed and appeared on the battlefield. He was a strong man at the sixth level of the Martial Soul Realm. Although he was not particularly powerful, he was still enough to pose a considerable threat on this battlefield.

When Zu Long saw this, he instantly stopped being relaxed. He knew that the owner of Tianjian Villa was very powerful and he had to go all out. He moved, transformed into a dragon shadow, and headed towards the owner of Tianjian Villa.

The Lord rushed away.

"Son, take care!" Ling Yunlong and Feng Chi also rushed out, their voices full of worry and reluctance.

The couple got a lot of resources in the Tyrant Empire, so they were successfully promoted to the Martial Spirit Realm. Although they were only at the first level of the Martial Spirit Realm, their combined strength should not be underestimated.

However, as soon as the two of them rushed out, they were stopped by the warriors of the sects on the mountain. There were too many enemies and they were powerful. It was obviously not easy for the two of them to break through the defense line and help Zulong.

On the battlefield at this time, the situation was extremely unfavorable to the Tyrant Empire. There were only three martial spirit masters on their side - Zulong, Ling Yunlong and Feng Chi. On the opposite side, with the three chief priests, there were actually thirteen martial arts masters.

Realm master.

This disparity in numbers filled the hearts of Ling Xiao and others with worry.

Ancestor Murong stopped one martial soul master, Zu Long stopped one, and Ling Yunlong and Feng Chi jointly stopped three.

The three chief priests did not take action for the time being, as if they were guarding against Ling Xiao's back-up plan. However, even so, there were still five martial spirit realm masters on the opposite side who no one could stop.

Although they are all low-level martial soul warriors, their strength is also extremely terrifying, enough to pose a huge threat to the Tyrant Empire.

Ling Xiao stood aside, his eyes shining with determination and coldness. He knew that this battle was extremely difficult for them, but they had no way out and could only fight with all their strength.

"Fight to the death!" Bai Zhou roared, like a ferocious beast, charging into the battlefield without fear.

His figure shuttled among the enemies, taking away a life every time he swung his weapon, but he knew that he alone could not turn the tide of the war.

"Fight them!" Ji Mingkong, the usually dignified and elegant queen, now also carried a weapon and resolutely joined the battle.

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