The Strongest Sect of All Times

Wei saw only one ray of light coming, and then his chest was pierced, and people were on their knees.

He was afraid to die thinking, what kind of darkness could fly through his flesh and through his heart so powerfully?

“Pfft!”

Gun Chang smiled and blew the smoking gun. “You're worth dying for, I need dozens of taels to convert this bullet into silver. ”

Exactly.

With the strength of the monarch, it is perfectly possible to kill Wei Yi with bare hands. Shooting is a waste of bullets.

“Fourth... fourth brother..."

Wei Yixi was stunned and her eyes grew red, not to cry, but to the extreme of anger.

Three younger brothers have followed him since childhood, either together to bully people, or together to be bullied, and now one by one is a heavy blow to him.

“Whoa, whoa! ”

It was at this time that the astonished disciples of the Spirit Spring Sect washed out of the inner courtyard, numbering several hundred. When they saw the four elders kneeling, their chests were pierced and their eyes widened one by one.

Who killed him?

The first time, everyone looked at King Chang and laughed!

Especially when you see the tablet off the door pie, you know this guy is here to smash the field!

“Yes… it's him!” The green towel martial artist, who had been trampled on in the wild, looked at the monarch with a tree root-like smile, and his face shook with surprise.

In other words, the Iron Pie and Lingquan Zong took you to my death. Brother Green Towel can't fail, because without his deliberate approach to Lu Xuan, there will be no contradiction.

Hey.

I don't know.

Nor can he be blamed entirely, mainly for the calf of Lingquan Zongtai. He learned that his disciples had been beaten up and had to come to avenge him.

On the grievance stage, Wei Yi's anger was lethal, allowing the contradiction to spread to an irregular level.

If the other Ninth Class Gate factions were to apologize with their disciples when they recruited hundreds of them, the party concerned would laugh, an iron plank-like existence.

Take a moment to calm down and take a step back into the open sea sky.

If the Spring Sect cannot tolerate it and refuses to retreat, it can only learn from the lives of three elders.

Unfortunately, Wei Yixi didn't learn the lesson now. He held his fist, his eyes cracked and his voice coldly said: “Kill him! ”

By order of the Patriarch, the disciples dared not to obey, and immediately sacrificed their weapons to rush past them, surrounding them with laughter.

Brother Green Towel is among them, and the glittering anger is no weaker than the palm of the hand.

“Whoo!”

King Chang smiled and spit out the cigarette rings. "If it were you, I wouldn't let my disciples come up here to die. ”

“Kid, cut the crap and die! ”

A disciple was anxious to perform in front of the Patriarch, waving a knife to kill him.

King Chang smiled and retrieved the Desert Eagle. The cold sword appeared empty-handed, his wrist turned, and the cold sword flashed.

“Psst! ”

There are sword marks on the neck and blood splashes.

The disciple dropped his weapon, his hands covered the wound, his throat sounded 'hmm’ and his face fell in despair.

“Hiss!”

The disciple of the Spirit Springs Sect who was about to strike was horrified when he saw the four brothers who had been repaired to reach the tenth stage of the opening. He was killed by a sword.

“Go! Go!” Wei Yiqi yelled furiously.

Why didn't he do it?

Because you know, King Chang laughed at the silver bright thing that he had just taken, it must be a horror darker, and he shot himself like a fourth brother.

Why did you let the disciple go?

Because knowing that the darkness of King's smile should be similar to that of a bow and crossbow, there are certainly not many bullets and arrows, so that the disciple can hold them up, kill them if he can, kill them if he can consume them.

Let's get this straight.

To use disciples as cannon ash...

Apparently, the disciple of Lingquan would not have thought that, in the eyes of the Patriarch, he was so worthless, but he was willing to listen to the orders, sword to kill the past.

“A bunch of poor people. ”

King Chang shook his head with a smile and held a cold sword with one hand, facing the disciple of the Spring Zong who had rushed in.

“Brush! Brush! Brush!”

Nine overlapping swords, one layer of energy accompanied by sword energy, spreading like a ripple!

“Pfft! Boom!”

Cold swordlight swept past, and more than a dozen Spirit Springs disciples rushed to the front of King Chang's smile had their throats slit, like blooming flowers falling on the ground.

“Tick, tick. ”

With a cold sword pointed down, a drop of blood slipped down and splashed on the slab.

King standing in front of dozens of corpses smiled, his eyes flashing cold, as if he were a god of killing from hell.

The disciple of Spirit Springs was deterred and surrounded by a frightened sword, but did not dare to rush past.

King Chang raised his head with a smile and pointed his sword at Wei Yixi. “He is the one we are going to kill today. If you don't want to be a sword's soul, get lost. ”

The disciple of Spring Springs is not an evil bandit, he does not want to kill more, so this time around, the so-called extermination of the door is mainly to destroy the Wei brothers.

“Kid, die! ”

It was at this point that a disciple severely chopped off with a knife in the back.

Thinking he was merciful enough to smile, his eyes flashed cold and he waved his sword in opposite hands.

“Sex ————”

The sword flashed and cut off the weapon of the fighter, as well as his head.

“Kill! Kill! ”

Disciple Lingquan took the opportunity to kill from all sides.

Gun Chang smiled no longer suppressed, the five martial arts cultivated into full bloom, spiritual power poured into the cold sword, instantly came the cold and shady smell.

“Er, since you are stubborn, don't blame this seat for killing in Lingquan Mountain!” In the talking room, he waved his sword suddenly and dragged out the long sword shadow.

“Ding, ding! Ding!”

Where the Cold Blade sword passed, all the cut swords were broken, and some blade tips and blade tips were also stuck on the legs of the disciple of the Spring Sect.

They don't have time to scream because the second sword has been mercilessly chopped.

“Shh...”

Bring the cold sword!

“Pfft! Boom!”

More than twenty disciples of the Spirit Spring Sect stood on their feet, with tiny swordmarks all over their throats, swinging their heads down.

King Chang smiled and walked through them. More than twenty drops of blood gathered by the cold sword were instantly evaporated by spiritual power.

“Pfft. ”

Just a few steps away, twenty spiritual springs disciples fell on the ground in a distorted way.

These people can't fix the five or six segments of the open vein. With a cold sword and the strength to achieve the five martial arts, King Chang laughs, it can be easily wiped out.

Wei Yi was shocked.

At this moment, he has roughly deduced that this Iron Bone Master is no less powerful than four martial arts!

Not only the Lord of Spirit Springs, but also his disciples.

Though they laughed around King Chang, they also followed each other step by step and retreated, with a deep panic in their eyes.

Killing is like cutting grass and doors. My heart must be scared!

“Go! Go!” Wei Yi roared wildly. He didn't care about the life of his disciples. If he could kill King Chang smile, it wouldn't matter if he died completely.

However.

Gun Changzheng smiled too strongly. The disciple of Lingquan Zong was afraid to rush up, even against the cold eyes, and his arms were shaking violently.

This is killing gods, who's going to die?

Restraint, restraint!

“Brush!”

King often laughed and raised his sword, and the cold light flashed.

The cold air is spreading, amazing people's scalp is numb, and the first time you make a wise choice, retreat, retreat as far away as you can!

“You…” Wei Yi was furious.

He wanted to drag on his disciples, then he took the chance to escape, and now he's okay, he's all gone!

Without disciples to stop the way, King Chang smiled, an arrow rushed in, and the cold sword infused with spiritual power drew a cold sword light.

“Not good...”

“Phew --”

Wei Yixi's heart had just risen to a strong sense of crisis, and his head flew out, falling in front of the plaque in the courtyard, a line of blood splashed on the three big letters of 'Spring Sect’.

“Lord! ”

Disciple Lingquan stood silly.

……

This day.

A fire broke out on Lingquan Mountain, burning all day and night, and Lingquan Sect, which occupies the mountain head, said goodbye to Jianghu.

“Whoo!”

Going down the mountain, King Chang smiled, stood on the boulder and smoked a deep sip of cigar, looking out over the distant landscape, mumbled: “Why doesn't it smell like nicotine? ”

“This is e-cigarette," the system said. ”

“Shit..."