Chapter 83 Lingquan Sect, Say Goodbye to Jianghu

Wei Yi was angry and only saw a stream of light shot, and then his chest was pierced, and the man knelt on the ground and died.

He was afraid that he would be thinking about it until he died, what kind of hidden weapon was flying in that could penetrate his body and heart so strongly.

"puff!"

Jun Changxiao blew the smoking muzzle, and said lightly: "You are worth dying, and this bullet of mine will cost dozens of taels when converted into silver."

Exactly worth it.

With the strength of Jun's Sect Leader, he could kill Wei Yiwu with his bare hands. Shooting is a waste of bullets.

"Four...fourth brother..."

Wei Yixi's expression was sluggish, his eyes gradually turned red, not crying, but extreme anger.

The three younger brothers have followed him since childhood, either bullying others together or being bullied together, and now they are dead one by one, which is a heavy blow to him.

"Boom!"

Just at this moment, the disturbed disciples of Lingquan Sect rushed out from the inner courtyard one after another. There were several hundred people. When they saw the fourth elder kneeling on the ground, his chest was pierced, and each one's eyes widened.

who killed it?

For the first time, everyone looked at Jun Chang and laughed!

You Qi saw that the plaque of the sect was taken down, and he knew that this guy was here to smash the scene!

"Yes... it's him!" The green scarf warrior who had been trampled on his face in the wild looked at Jun Changxiao, who had a tree root in his mouth, with a look of surprise on his face.

In other words, the Tiegu faction and the Lingquan Sect have come to a life-and-death step, and Brother Green Turban has contributed a lot, because without him deliberately approaching Lu Qianqian, there would be no conflict.

Hey.

how to say.

I can't blame him all, mainly because Lingquan Sect Taihu Duzi, when he learned that his disciple was beaten, insisted on taking revenge.

On the stage of grievances, Wei Yi was angry with murderous intentions, which expanded the conflict to an uncontrollable level.

If it was another nine-class sect, I was afraid that during the recruitment of Hundred Sects, I would bring my disciples to apologize, but the person involved was Jun Changxiao, an iron-like existence.

Forbearance a moment, calm, take a step back, a brighter future.

Lingquan Sect couldn't bear it and refused to retreat, so he could only use the lives of the three elders to learn a lesson.

Unfortunately, the current Wei Yixi failed to learn his lesson. He clenched his fists, his eyes were split, and he said in a cold voice, "Kill him!"

The disciple did not dare to disobey the order of the sect master, and immediately rushed over with weapons and surrounded Jun Changxiao.

Brother Green Turban was among them, and the anger in his eyes was no weaker than that of the sect master.

"call!"

Jun Changxiao took a puff of smoke, blew out a smoke ring, and said, "If this seat were you, I wouldn't let the disciples come up and die."

"Boy, stop talking nonsense and die for me!"

A disciple was eager to show himself in front of the sect master, and immediately swung his sword to kill him.

Jun Changxiao took back the desert eagle, and the cold front sword appeared out of thin air, and when he turned his wrist, the cold sword light flashed.

"呲呲!"

There was a sword mark on the neck, and blood splattered.

The disciple dropped the weapon, covered the wound with both hands, made a 'uuuu' sound in his throat, and fell to the ground with a desperate look on his face.

"hiss!"

The disciple of Lingquan Sect, who was about to take action, was shocked to see the fourth senior brother, whose cultivation base reached the tenth stage of Kaimai, was killed by a sword.

"Go! Go!" Wei Yi shouted angrily.

Why doesn't he come?

Because he knew that the silvery thing that Jun Changxiao had just taken must be a hidden weapon of terror, and he was shot and killed just like the fourth brother.

Why let the disciples go?

Because I know that Jun Changxiao's hidden weapon should be similar to a bow and crossbow, and there must be not many bullets. Let the disciples swarm up, kill if they can, or consume if they can't.

to be honest.

It is to use the disciples as cannon fodder...

The disciples of Lingquan Sect obviously would not have thought that in the eyes of the sect master, they are so worthless, but they are willing to obey orders and rush to kill with swords.

"A bunch of poor people.

"

Jun Changxiao shook his head, holding a cold front sword in one hand, and greeted the rushing disciples of Lingquan Sect.

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

The nine overlapping wave swords are displayed, and layers of energy appear along with the sword energy, spreading like ripples!

"Puff! Puff!"

Leng Li Jianguang swept past, and the more than ten disciples of Lingquan Sect who rushed to Jun Changxiao were all cut their throats, and fell to the ground like blooming flowers.

"Tick, tick."

The cold front sword pointed downward, and blood droplets fell down one by one, splashing on the slate.

Standing in front of dozens of corpses, Jun Changxiao, his eyes flickered coldly, like a killing god from hell.

The disciples of Lingquan Sect were frightened and surrounded with swords and swords, but did not dare to rush over.

Jun Changxiao raised his head, pointed his sword at Wei Yixi and said, "He is the one I want to kill today. If you don't want to be a soul under the sword, get out of here."

The disciple of Lingquan Sect is not a heinous bandit. He doesn't want to kill more, so this time, the so-called extermination is mainly to exterminate the Wei brothers.

"Kid, die!"

Just at this moment, a disciple raised a knife from behind and slashed it down.

Jun Changxiao, who thought he was kind enough, flashed his cold sharp sword with his backhand.

"call out----"

With a flash of sword light, the warrior's weapon was cut off, as well as his head.

"Kill! Kill!"

The disciples of Lingquan Sect took the opportunity to kill from all directions.

Jun Changxiao was no longer suppressed, the fifth-grade martial artist cultivation base was fully opened, and spiritual power was poured into the cold front sword, which instantly revealed a cold and gloomy aura.

"Since you are stubborn, don't blame me for killing me in Lingquan Mountain!" As he spoke, he suddenly waved his sword and dragged out the shadow of the long sword.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Wherever the Hanfeng Sword passed, all the swords chopped were broken, and some of the tips and sword tips were stuck on the legs and feet of the disciples of Lingquan Sect.

They didn't have time to scream, because the second sword had already slashed mercilessly.

"call out--"

The cold front sword crossed, carrying the cold light!

"Puff! Puff!"

The more than 20 disciples of Lingquan Sect who rushed in stood on their feet, and there were neat little sword marks at the Adam's apple, and immediately lowered their heads.

Jun Changxiao walked past them, and the more than 20 blood droplets gathered by the cold front sword were also evaporated by the spiritual power in an instant.

"Pfft."

After only a few steps, twenty disciples of Lingquan Sect fell to the ground.

Jun Changxiao, who has only the fifth or sixth stage of open pulse, and has a Hanfeng sword with a strength of a fifth-grade martial artist, can be easily obliterated.

Wei Yixi was terrified.

At this moment, he has roughly deduced that the strength of the head of the Iron Bone Sect is no less than that of a fourth-rank martial disciple!

Not only the sect master of Lingquan Sect was frightened, but also those disciples.

Although they surrounded Jun Changxiao, they also followed each other step by step and backed away, with a strong panic in their eyes.

Killing the same door is like mowing the grass, and I must be afraid in my heart!

"Go! Go!" Wei Yixi roared furiously. He didn't care about the lives of his disciples. As long as he could kill Jun Changxiao, it wouldn't matter if he died.

However.

Jun Changxiao was too strong, and the disciples of Lingquan Sect did not dare to rush up, even facing the cold and stern eyes, and the hand holding the weapon was shaking violently.

This is killing God, whoever gets on it will die!

Restrain, restrain!

"brush!"

Jun Changxiao raised his sword, and the cold light flickered.

The icy aura filled the air, making everyone's scalp numb, and made a wise choice at the first time to retreat, as far as they could retreat!

"You..." Wei Yi was full of joy and anger.

He originally wanted to rely on his disciples to hold him back, and then took the opportunity to escape, but now it's better, he's all gone!

Jun Changxiao, who had no disciples to block the way, rushed forward with a stride, and the cold sword that had been poured in with spiritual power drew a cold and severe sword light.

"not good……"

"Puchi——"

As soon as Wei Yixi felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, his head flew out and landed in front of the plaque standing in the courtyard, and a line of blood splashed on the three characters "Lingquan Sect".

"metropolitan!"

The disciples of Lingquan Sect stood dumbfounded.

...

this day.

A fire broke out on Lingquan Mountain, which burned for a whole day and night. Lingquan Sect, who occupied the top of the mountain, said goodbye to the rivers and lakes.

"call!"

Jun Changxiao, who came down the mountain, stood on the boulder and took a deep cigar, looked at the distant scenery, and murmured, "Why doesn't it smell like nicotine?"

The system said: "This is an electronic cigarette."

"Depend on......."