Chapter 83: Lingquan Sect, say goodbye to the rivers and lakes (2/2)

Jun standing in front of dozens of corpses smiled, his eyes blinked coldly, as if the **** of death from hell.

Disciples of Wu Lingquan were terrified, surrounded by horrified swords, but did not dare to rush over.

Xun Jun often raised his head with a smile, and pointed his sword at Wei Yixi; ”The person I'm killing today is him. If you don't want to be the soul of the sword, get out quickly.”

The disciple of Wu Lingquan was not a wicked robber. He didn't want to create more killings. Therefore, this time the so-called extermination door is mainly to destroy the Webster brothers.

”Boy, die!”

At this moment, a disciple severed his sword with a knife from behind.

He thought that he was a kind-hearted monk who smiled, his eyes flashed coldly, and his backhand waved the sword of Han Feng.

”咻 ————”

A flash of light from Jian Jian cut off the warrior's weapon and his head.

”Kill! Kill!”

Disciples of Wu Lingquan took the opportunity to kill from all directions.

Xunjun often laughs no longer. The fifth-grade martial arts practitioners are fully opened, and the spiritual power is poured into the cold front sword, and the cold and gloomy breath comes out instantly.

”Since the stubbornness is insane, I will blame this seat for killing the ring in Lingquan Mountain!” During the talk, he suddenly waved his sword and dragged out the long sword shadow.

”Ding! Ding! Ding!”

Wherever Han Han's sword passed, all the swords cut off were broken, and some of the blades and blades were stuck in the legs and feet of Lingquan disciples.

They have no time to scream, because the second sword has been ruthlessly cut.

”咻 ——”

Feng Han sword crossed, carrying Han Mang!

”Flop! Flop!”

More than twenty Lingquan disciples who came from Chong came to stand, and their throats showed neat small sword marks, and they immediately lowered their heads.

Xun Jun often walked past them with a smile, and more than twenty blood drops gathered by Han Fengjian were instantly evaporated by spiritual power.

”噗通.”

He took only a few steps, and twenty Lingquan disciples planted on the ground.

人 These people can't repair the five or six paragraphs, and they often have a cold sword and have the strength to reach the fifth-grade warrior.

Yi Wei Yi was terrified.

At this moment, he has roughly inferred that the strength of this iron skeleton faction is not less than the fourth-grade martial artist!

It wasn't just the Lingquan lords who were terrified, but also those disciples.

虽然 Although they smiled around Jun Chang ~~, they also followed each other step by step and stepped back, with intense fear in their eyes.

Killing is the same as door and mowing, and it must be scared inside!

”Up! Up!” Wei Yi growled wildly. He didn't care about his disciples' life. As long as he could kill Jun Changxiao, it would not matter if he died.

However.

Xun Jun often laughed too powerfully, disciples of Lingquan were afraid to rush up, and even opposed the cold and cold eyes, and the hands holding the weapons were shaking violently.

This is killing the gods, whoever goes to death!

Restraint, restraint!

”brush!”

Xun Jun often raised his sword with a smile, and the cold light flashed.

The cold breath filled the air, and everyone was numb with scalp, and made the wise choice at the first time, retreat, how far to retreat!

”You ...” Wei Yi was so angry.

He wanted to be dragged by his disciples, and then took advantage of the opportunity to escape.

Jun Chang, who was obsessed with his disciples, laughed, and a rushing sword rushed in, and the spirit-filled Han Fengjian marked out the cold sword light.

”not good……”

”Bash ————”

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

”Master!”

Wu Lingquan disciples stood stupidly in place.

Uh ...

This day.

A raging fire raged on Lingquan Mountain, which burned for a whole day and night. The Lingquan Sect occupying the top of the mountain has since said goodbye to the rivers and lakes.

”Hoo!”

His Majesty, who smiled down the mountain, stood on the boulder and took a deep sip of cigar, looking at the distant landscape, and whispered, ”Why is there no taste of nicotine?”

System said: ”This is an electronic cigarette.”

”Fuck ...”