Wei Yinu only saw a stream of light coming, and then his chest was pierced, and he knelt on the ground dead.
He was afraid that until he died, he would be thinking about what kind of hidden weapon was flying that could penetrate his body and heart so powerfully.
"puff!"
Jun Changxiao blew on the smoking muzzle of the gun, and said lightly, "You deserve to die. My bullet would cost dozens of taels of silver."
Exactly worth it.
With the strength of the head of the king, Wei Yinu can be killed with bare hands, and shooting is a waste of bullets.
"Four... Fourth brother..."
Wei Yixi's expression was dull, his eyes gradually turned red, not about to cry, but an expression of extreme anger.
The three younger brothers followed him since he was a child, and they either bullied or were bullied together, and now they died one by one, which was a heavy blow to him.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
At this moment, the startled disciples of the Lingquan Sect rushed out of the inner courtyard one after another. There were several hundred of them. When they saw the fourth elder kneeling down, their chests were pierced, their eyes widened.
Who killed it
Immediately, everyone looked at Jun Chang and smiled!
Especially when the plaque of the sect was taken down, one knew that this guy was here to ruin the scene!
"Yes...it's him!" The green scarf warrior who had been trampled on the face in the wild looked at Jun Changxiao who was holding a tree root in his mouth, with a look of surprise on his face.
In other words, the Iron Bones faction and the Lingquan sect came to the point of life and death, and brother Lujin contributed a lot, because without him deliberately getting close to Lu Qianqian, there would be no conflicts.
Why.
how to say.
He can't be blamed entirely, the main reason is that Lingquan Sect Taihu Duzi, who learned that his disciple was beaten up, insisted on revenge.
On the platform of grievances and grievances, Wei Yinu has murderous intentions, making the conflict expand to the point where it cannot be adjusted.
If it were any other Jiuliu sect, they might have brought their disciples to make an apology during the recruitment of Baizong, but unfortunately, the person involved was Jun Changxiao, a kind of iron-like existence.
Forbearance a moment, calm, take a step back, a brighter future.
The Lingquan Sect couldn't bear it and refused to retreat, so they could only use the lives of the three elders to learn a lesson.
It's a pity that the current Wei Yixi failed to learn his lesson, he clenched his fists, his eyes were about to split open, and he said coldly, "Kill him!"
The disciple dared not disobey the suzerain's order, so he immediately rushed over with his weapons and surrounded Jun Changxiao.
Brother Lujin was also among them, and the anger in his eyes was not weaker than that of the head.
"call!"
Jun Changxiao took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke ring, and said: "If I were you, I wouldn't let my disciples come up to die."
"Boy, stop talking nonsense, die for me!"
A disciple was eager to show himself in front of the suzerain, and immediately swung a knife to kill him.
Jun Changxiao retracted the Desert Eagle, and the Hanfeng Sword appeared out of thin air. With a twist of his wrist, the light of the sword flashed coldly.
"Shhhhh!"
There were sword marks on the neck, and blood spattered.
The disciple dropped his weapon, covered the wound with both hands, and with a "huh" sound from his throat, he fell to the ground with a look of despair.
"hiss!"
The Lingquan sect disciple who was about to make a move turned pale with shock when he saw the fourth senior brother whose cultivation had reached the tenth stage of opening veins was killed by a single sword.
"Go! Go!" Wei Yixi roared angrily.
Why isn't he on
Because he knew that the shiny silver object that Jun Changxiao just took must be a hidden weapon of terror, and he was shot to death just like his fourth brother.
Why let the disciples go up
Because I know that Jun Changxiao's hidden weapons should be similar to bows and crossbows, and there must not be many bullets. Let the disciples swarm up and kill them if they can kill them, and consume them if they can't kill them.
to be honest.
Just use disciples as cannon fodder...
The disciples of the Lingquan Sect obviously would not have thought that in the eyes of the Sect Master, he was so worthless, but he was willing to obey the order and charge forward with a sword.
"A bunch of poor people."
Jun Changxiao shook his head, holding the Hanfeng sword in one hand, and facing the disciples of the Lingquan Sect who were rushing forward.
"Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!"
Nine overlapping wave swords are cast, and layers of energy are presented along with the sword energy, spreading like ripples!
"Puchi! Puchi!"
The cold and sharp sword light swept across, and all the more than ten Lingquan sect disciples who rushed to Jun Changxiao had their throats cut, and fell to the ground like blooming flowers.
"Tick tock, tick tock."
With the tip of the Han Feng sword pointing down, drops of blood slid down and splashed on the stone slab.
Standing in front of dozens of corpses, Jun Chang smiled, his eyes flickering coldly, like a god of death from hell.
The disciples of Lingquan Sect were frightened and surrounded them with swords and swords, but they dared not rush over.
Jun Changxiao raised his head, pointed his sword at Wei Yixi and said, "The person I want to kill today is him, if you don't want to be the soul of the sword, get out of here."
The disciple of the Lingquan sect is not a heinous bandit, he doesn't want to cause more slaughter, so this time, the so-called extermination of the sect is mainly to exterminate the Wei brothers.
"Boy, die!"
Just at this time, a disciple raised a knife from behind and slashed down fiercely.
Jun Changxiao, who thought he was kind enough, flashed a cold look, and swung the Hanfeng sword with his backhand.
"call out--"
With a flash of sword light, the warrior's weapon was cut off, and his head was also cut off.
"Kill! Kill!"
Lingquan sect disciples took the opportunity to kill them from all directions.
Jun Changxiao no longer suppressed it, and the cultivation base of the fifth-rank martial artist was fully opened, and the spiritual power was poured into the Hanfeng sword, and a cold and gloomy atmosphere burst out instantly.
"Since you are stubborn, don't blame me for killing in Lingquan Mountain!" While speaking, he swung his sword suddenly and dragged out a long sword shadow.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Wherever Han Feng's sword passed, all the swords that were cut were broken, and some of the blades and sword points were stuck in the legs and feet of Lingquan Sect disciples.
They didn't have time to scream, because the second sword had already slashed mercilessly.
"call out-"
The cold front sword slashed across, carrying a cold glow!
"Puchi! Puchi!"
The twenty or so disciples of the Lingquan Sect rushed to stand, with neat and small sword marks on their Adam's apples, and immediately lowered their heads.
Jun Changxiao walked past them, and the more than twenty blood drops gathered by the Hanfeng sword were evaporated by spiritual power in an instant.
"Plop."
After only a few steps, twenty disciples of Lingquan Sect fell to the ground staggeringly.
These people's cultivation is only five or six stages of open veins, and Jun Changxiao, who owns the Hanfeng sword and has reached the fifth rank of martial arts, can be easily wiped out.
Wei Yixi was terrified.
At this moment, he has roughly deduced that the strength of the head of the Iron-Bone Sect is not lower than that of a fourth-rank warrior!
Not only the suzerain of Lingquan Sect, but also those disciples were frightened.
Although they surrounded Jun Changxiao, they also followed each other step by step and retreated, their eyes full of horror.
Killing fellow students is like mowing grass, you must be scared inside!
"Go! Go!" Wei Yixi roared like crazy, he didn't care about the lives of his disciples, as long as he could kill Jun Changxiao, it didn't matter even if they were all dead.
However.
Jun Changxiao was too strong, the disciples of Lingquan Sect didn't dare to rush up, even confronted the cold and stern eyes, and the hands holding the weapons were shaking violently.
This is killing the gods, whoever goes up will die!
Restraint, restraint!
"brush!"
Jun Changxiao raised his sword, and the cold light flickered.
The icy air pervaded, everyone's scalps went numb in shock, and they made wise choices immediately, retreating as far as they could!
"You..." Wei Yixi was furious.
He originally wanted to rely on his disciples to hold him back, and then took the opportunity to escape, but now it's good, they all ran away!
Jun Changxiao, who had no disciples blocking the way, rushed forward, and the Hanfeng sword poured with spiritual power drew out a cold and sharp 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, a line of blood spattered on the three characters of "Lingquanzong".
"metropolitan!"
The disciples of Lingquan Sect stood there stupidly.
…
this day.
A fire broke out on Lingquan Mountain and burned for a full day and night. The Lingquan Sect who occupied the mountain said goodbye to the world since then.
"call!"
Jun Changxiao, who had descended the mountain, stood on the boulder and took a deep puff of his cigar. Looking at the distant scenery, he murmured, "Why doesn't it smell like nicotine?"
The system said: "This is an electronic cigarette."
"Depend on... ... ."
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