Wei Yifu only saw a stream of light coming, and then his chest was pierced, and the person knelt on the ground and died.

He was afraid that until his death, he was thinking about what hidden weapon was flying in, which could penetrate his body and heart so strongly.

"puff!"

Jun Chang laughed and blew the smoke-filled muzzle and said lightly: "You're worth it. My bullet will cost dozens of taels of silver."

It's exactly worth it.

With the strength of the leader Jun, he could kill Wei Yiru with bare hands and wasting bullets.

"Fourth...Fourth brother..."

Wei Yixi's expression was dull and his eyes gradually turned red. It was not about crying, but about the extreme anger.

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

"Dang thump!"

Just at this moment, the shocked disciples of the Lingquan Sect rushed out of the inner courtyard one after another, with hundreds of people. When they saw the fourth elder kneeling on the ground, their chests were pierced, their eyes widened.

Who killed it?

At the first moment, everyone looked at Jun Changxiao!

Especially when I saw the sect’s plaque being removed, I knew that this guy was here to smash the situation!

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

By the way, Brother Green Turban made a great contribution to the Tiebone Sect and Lingquan Sect to the death, because without him deliberately approaching Lu Qianqian, there would be no conflict.

Why.

How to say it.

He can't be blamed entirely, mainly because of the Taihuzi of Lingquan Sect. When he learned that his disciple was beaten up, he insisted on taking revenge.

On the stage of grudges, Wei Yiqi had a murderous intention, which widened the contradiction to an irreconcilable level.

If it were other nine-rate sects, they would probably have brought their disciples to apologize when they were recruiting the Hundred Sects, but the person involved was Jun Changxiao, a person who looked like a slap.

Be calm for a while, and take a step back and the sky is wide open.

The Lingquan Sect could not bear it and refused to retreat, so it could only learn from the lives of three elders.

Unfortunately, Wei Yixi is unable to learn from his lesson now. He clenched his fists, his eyes were so bitter that he was cold and said, "Kill him!"

The disciples dared not refuse to obey the orders of the sect leader, so they immediately used their weapons to rush over and surrounded Jun Changxiao.

Brother Green Treasure was also among them, and his angriness flashing with his eyes was no weaker than that of the head.

"call!"

Jun Chang smiled and sniffed out the smoke rings, saying, "If it were you, I wouldn't let my disciples come up and die."

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

A disciple was eager to show his feelings in front of the sect leader and immediately waved his sword to kill him.

Jun Changxiao took back the desert eagle, and the Cold Sword appeared out of thin air. When his wrist turned, the cold sword light flashed.

"Shishe!"

The neck was covered with sword marks and blood splattered.

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

"hiss!"

The disciple of the Lingquan Sect who was about to take action, saw that the fourth senior brother who had reached the tenth stage of the open meridian was killed by a sword and was shocked.

"Go! Go!" Wei Yixi shouted angrily.

Why didn't he go?

Because I knew that the silver shiny thing Jun Changxiao had just taken must be a terrifying hidden weapon, and he was shot and killed like his fourth brother when he took action.

Why let the disciples go?

Because I know that Jun Changxiao's hidden weapons should be similar to crossbows, and there must be not many bullets and arrows, so the disciples rushed forward, killing them if they can, and they can be consumed even if they cannot kill them.

To put it bluntly.

Just treat disciples as cannon fodder...

The disciples of Lingquan Sect obviously would not have thought that in the eyes of the sect leader, he was so worthless, but he was willing to obey orders and rushed over with a sword.

"A bunch of pitiful people."

Jun Changxiao shook his head, holding the Hanfeng Sword in one hand, facing the disciples of Lingquan Sect who were rushing towards him.

"Brush!Brush!Brush!"

The Nine-Overlapping Wave Sword is used, and layers of energy appear with the sword energy, spreading like ripples!

"Puchi!Puchi!"

The cold sword light swept past, and the more than ten Lingquan Sect disciples who rushed to Jun Changxiao were all cut into their throats, like blooming flowers falling to the ground.

“Tick, tick.”

The tip of the cold sword was facing downwards, and blood fell down, splashing on the stone slab.

Jun Chang smiled in front of dozens of corpses, his eyes flashed coldly, as if he was from hell.

The disciples of Lingquan Sect were shocked and surrounded by swords in horror, but did not dare to rush over.

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

The disciples of Lingquan Sect are not unforgivable bandits. He doesn't want to commit more killings, so this time, the so-called extermination of the family is mainly about destroying the Wei brothers.

"Boy, die!"

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

Jun Changxiao, who thought he was kind enough, his eyes flashed coldly and waved the cold sword with his backhand.

"call out----"

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

"Kill! Kill!"

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

Jun Changxiao no longer suppressed him. The fifth-grade martial artist had fully developed his cultivation level, and his spiritual power was poured into the Cold Front Sword, and he instantly exuded a cold and gloomy aura.

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

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Wherever the Hanfeng Sword passed, all the swords that were cut were broken, and some of the tips of the swords were stabbed on the legs and feet of the disciples of Lingquan Sect.

They had no time to scream because the second sword had already ruthlessly slashed over.

"call out--"

The cold sword swept past, carrying the cold light!

"Puchi!Puchi!"

More than 20 disciples of the Lingquan Sect who rushed over stood up, and there were neat small sword marks on the Adam's apple, and they immediately lowered their heads together.

Jun Changxiao walked past them, and the more than 20 drops of blood gathered by the Hanfeng Sword were instantly evaporated by spiritual power.

"Plop."

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

These people have only five or six stages of the meridians. Jun Changxiao, who has the Cold Front Sword and has a fifth-grade martial artist, can be easily wiped out.

Wei Yixi was frightened.

At this moment, he had roughly inferred that the head of the Iron Bone Sect was no less than the fourth-grade martial artist!

Not only the leader of Lingquan Sect, but also those disciples were frightened.

Although they surrounded Jun Changxiao, they also followed each other step by step and retreated, with a strong sense of fear in their eyes.

Killing a fellow disciple is like mowing grass, you must be scared!

"Up! Up!" Wei Yixi roared ecstatically. He didn't care about his disciple's life. As long as he could kill Jun Changxiao, it didn't matter if he died.

However.

Jun Changxiao was too strong. The disciples of Lingquan Sect dared not rush up, and even faced Leng Li's eyes, and his hands holding weapons were trembling violently.

This is the God of Killing, whoever joins will die!

Restrain, restrain!

"brush!"

You always smiled and raised your sword, and the cold light flashed.
To be continued...