Twenty evil sects, nearly 10,000 disciples, and two leading martial arts kings, the lineup is quite luxurious, with a large formation of guard sects, Jun Changxiao can hide in the sect and not confront them head-on.
But only temporarily.
If the other party insists on not leaving, the mountain gate will be completely surrounded, and the disciple will not be able to go out to practice or practice.
So we must find a way to solve this big trouble.
How to deal with it
Jun Changxiao thought of playing in the ring.
Some people may think that they are here to destroy the faction, and they will fight you one-on-one
meeting.
Especially a third-rate sect like the Temple of Killing God.
Although he is an evil sect, he is also a member of the world after all.
Since the leader of the Iron Bones faction wants to die in the arena, and die with dignity, he must be fulfilled.
Furthermore.
There are so many martial artists from Qingyang County.
It just happened to let them witness with their own eyes the cruel end of offending the evil sect in Huayang County.
"Elder Wan."
King Wu surnamed Zhan said: "You have to take good care of him, the leader of the Iron Bone Sect."
"clear!"
Wan Xiuxian came out and jumped onto the stage of life and death.
He glanced at Jun Changxiao first, and then at the writing on the wooden board, his eyes suddenly became disdainful.
It's just a seven-stream sect.
It's too hard to make yourself whole.
Jun Changxiao ignored him, but looked at the two Martial Kings, and said: "This time, there will be ten rounds in the arena of life and death. If I lose one of the battles with the Iron Bones, I and my disciples will all kill themselves in front of the world."
"What?"
"Sect Leader, absolutely impossible!"
Xie Guangkun and Ai Shangpan's expressions changed drastically.
They knew that the disciples of the Iron Bone Sect were very strong, because they had already proved themselves by challenging the Holy Spring Sect, but if they lost a game, they would commit suicide collectively, which would be too much of a burden!
What's more, there are two Martial Kings.
If they fight, they are much stronger than Wu Zong, so how can they fight against it!
"Sect Master..."
As soon as Xie Guangkun and Ai Shangpin spoke, they were interrupted by Jun Changxiao solemnly: "I've made up my mind."
The attitude is very tough!
"..."
The evil light mixed with Ai Shangjian shook their heads.
Those city lords who came to support Jun Changxiao, as well as their families and casual cultivators also looked ugly.
It's understandable if it's determined by the number of winners and losers, but this kind of condition of playing ten games and losing one will kill yourself, obviously pushing yourself to a desperate situation.
"snort."
Qin Haoran secretly said: "It's really dead!"
Shen Tong and Situ Wang seemed to have no expression on their faces, but they were happy in their hearts.
They really didn't believe it, the evil faction with two Martial Kings in charge would not win even one game in ten games!
"Jie Jie Jie."
Elder Zhan said with a strange smile: "Master Jun knows that today's sect must be destroyed, so is he playing such an exciting arena battle?"
Jun Chang said with a smile: "Life is alive, you need to be exciting!"
"good!"
Elder Zhan said with a smile: "Since Sect Master Jun likes to play exciting games, we will not bully the weak. We will fight ten times on the stage, and if the iron-boned faction loses one game, we will bring all the disciples to kill themselves."
"certainly."
Jun Chang said with a smile: "If after ten fights, my iron-bone faction wins all by chance, then please two, take these evil factions and leave, and the well water will never violate the river water."
"A fluke?"
Elder Zhan smiled grimly and said, "Do you think it's possible?"
impossible!
This is the unanimous thought of all warriors present.
When two Kings of Martial Arts play a battle, the Iron-Bone Faction is equal to losing two games directly, and the result is that they all commit suicide!
Jun Chang laughed and said, "Do you dare to play?"
Elder Zhan smiled faintly, and said: "If your Iron Bones faction wins by luck, I'll leave here, and the well water will never violate the river water."
"good."
Jun Changxiao clasped his fists and said, "There are so many martial artists, so I will be a witness!"
"..."
The mouth corners of Xie Guangkun, Ai Shangpan and others twitched.
The arena battle at the cost of all the iron-bone sects committing suicide, the head master Jun played really exciting!
"Xiao Zuiji!"
Jun Chang smiled and shouted: "The first game, you go first!"
"yes!"
Xiao Zuiji boarded the stage of life and death.
"That's a third-rank Martial Sect. If you don't let the elders play, but let the disciples play, you will lose the first match!"
"As far as I know, the Iron Bones faction has no elders. Since there are going to be ten battles, disciples must be allowed to fight."
"Although this Xiao Zuiji performed well in the Holy Spring Sect, he is still only a martial artist, so how can he defeat the third-rank Martial Sect!"
The Qingyang County warriors shook their heads.
There are no elders, so you can fight by yourself.
Isn't sending a disciple on stage intentionally to lose the game
Huayang County's evil sect martial artists all sneered.
I thought it would take time and effort to destroy the Iron Skeleton faction, but now as long as Elder Dian Xinggu wins the next round, they will all commit suicide, which will save a lot of trouble.
"Your head."
Wan Xiuxian said disdainfully: "Sending a disciple to fight with me, you are really playing with the life of the entire sect."
"Do not talk nonsense."
Xiao Zuiji said: "Hurry up and start."
He said so, but he was actually quite uneasy in his heart, after all, this was his first time fighting against Wu Zong, and he was still a third-rank level.
Wan Xiuxian sneered and said: "Since you are so anxious to die, the elder will send you to hell!"
"Hoo hoo!"
The evil attribute pervades instantly.
The system said: "This person is a third-rank medium Wuzong, with a strength of about 180,000 catties."
"180,000."
Jun Chang laughed secretly: "The sinner should be able to win."
If these words are heard by the warriors present, they will definitely collapse.
Brother, at first glance, your disciple is no more than a sixth or seventh-rank martial artist. He is an extremely high-level martial artist, and his strength is at most about 100,000 jin. How can he fight a Wu Zong with a strength of 180,000 jin
"call!"
Just at this moment, Wan Xiuxian formed a fist with his right hand, and the evil attribute pervaded it instantly, and he blasted towards Xiao Zuiji.
With the blessing of martial arts, the strength of his punch soared to 200,000 jin in an instant!
"brush!"
Xiao Zuiji stepped on the vertical cloud step to avoid it.
However, just as he staggered his body, Wan Xiuxian's left fist came from a tricky angle!
"Boom—"
The fist that also carried 200,000 jin of strength directly hit Xiao Zuiji's right shoulder, causing ripples visible to the naked eye to ripple on the ring.
"it's over!"
Many warriors have such thoughts when capturing the moment.
However.
Unbelievable yes.
Xiao Zuiji, who was resisting 200,000 jin with his body, only took two small steps back, without any pain on his face.
"Huh?"
Wan Xiuxian was surprised and said: "You can still stand after receiving the Xieying Fist move by the elder, you little guy has quite a strong physical body."
"call!"
While speaking, he rushed over here.
"Hoo hoo!"
The left and right fists attack at the same time, instantly forming dense shadows of Yinxie fists, accompanied by gusts of Yin wind.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It is very difficult for the sinner to escape, and he can only rely on the flesh to resist.
When Wan Xiuxian stopped and the gloom dissipated, everyone opened their mouths.
Because the Iron-Bone Sect disciple still stood on the ring without changing his expression, giving the impression that he didn't feel pain or itch!
"Elder Wan."
Elder Zhan frowned slightly and said, "You represent the evil faction in Huayang County now, please take it seriously."
"..."
Wan Xiuxian's mouth twitched slightly.
In order to perform in front of the two Martial Kings in the Hall of Killing Gods, he had already put in all his strength from the moment he made a move, but the disciple of the Iron Bone Sect in front of him was simply a lump of iron, there was nothing he could do about it!
"brush!"
Just at this time, Xiao Zuiji rushed over with Zongyunbu, burst fist with his left hand, and mountain palm with his right hand!
"Hoo hoo—"
The fist is fast and powerful!
The faces of all the masters present all changed drastically.
That Iron Bone Sect disciple named Xiao Zuiji was obviously only a sixth-rank martial artist, but the power he erupted must have weighed 200,000 catties no matter how you look at it!
"not good!"
Wan Xiuxian was shocked!
boom--
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