Chapter 83: Lingquan Sect, say goodbye to the rivers and lakes

When Wei Wei was angry, he saw only a streamer hitting him, and then his chest was pierced, and the man knelt down on the ground.
He was afraid that he would be thinking about death, what hidden weapon was flying, and could penetrate his body and heart so powerfully.
"噗!"
Xun Jun often laughed and blew his smoking muzzle, and said lightly, "You're worth it. My bullet will cost dozens of dollars when converted to silver."
Exact value.
With the strength of Jun's leadership, Wei Yinu can be killed with his bare hands. Shooting is a waste of bullets.
"Four ... Four younger brothers ..."
Yun Wei Yi looked dull, his eyes gradually turned red, not to cry, but to the extreme expression of anger.
The three younger brothers followed him from childhood, either bullying or being bullied together, and now one by one is a heavy blow to him.
"噔 噔 噔!"
At this time, the appalled Lingquan disciples rushed out of the inner courtyard one after another. There were hundreds of mouthfuls. When they saw the four elders kneeling, their chests were pierced and their eyes widened.
Who killed?
For the first time, everyone smiled at Jun!
In particular, when I saw the plaques of the martial arts being removed, I knew that this guy came to hit the ground!
"Yes ... it's him!" The green-skinned warrior who had been trampled in the wild, looked at the monk who was smiling like a tree root, and his face was surprised.
According to the words, the Iron Bone faction and the Lingquan sect came to a step where you die, and the Green Scarf has contributed a lot, because without him deliberately approaching Lu Yan, there will be no contradiction.
Hey.
how to say.
He couldn't blame him all, mainly because the Lingquan prince was protecting the calf, and learned that his disciples had been beaten up, and he had to come to take revenge.
On the stage of sorrow and resentment, Wei Yi's anger was killing, and the contradiction was enlarged to an unadjustable level.
I changed to another ninth-class martial arts. I was afraid that I would apologize with my disciples when I recruited hundreds of students. However, the parties are always smiling, and they are like iron plates.
Forbearance a moment, calm, take a step back, a brighter future.
Xun Lingquan could not bear it and refused to retreat, so he could only learn the lessons with the lives of the three elders.
It's a pity that Wei Yixi has not been able to learn the lesson. He shook his fist, his eyes were broken, and his voice was cold: "Kill him!"
The order of the Su Zongzhang, the disciples did not dare to obey, immediately sacrifice a weapon and rushed over to surround Jun Chang with a smile.
Green Scarf is also among them, and his anger with flashing eyes is not weaker than that of his head.
"Hoo!"
Xun Jun often laughed and drank cigarettes, and spit out a cigarette ring, saying: "If this seat is yours, you will not let the disciples come to death."
"Boy, talk nonsense, die for me!"
A disciple was anxious to show in front of the suzerain and immediately killed him with a knife.
Xun Jun often laughed to take back the desert eagle, Han Fengjian appeared out of thin air, his wrist turned, and the cold sword flickered.
"呲 呲!"
The neck was marked with sword marks and blood splattered.
弟 The disciple dropped his weapon, covered his wounds with both hands, and uttered a 唔唔唔 唔 in his throat, and fell desperately to the ground.
"His!"
The disciples of Lingquan Zong, who was about to make a shot, were shocked when he saw that the four senior brothers Xiuwei had reached the tenth section of Kaimai were killed by a sword.
"Up! Up!" Wei Yi shouted angrily.
为什么 Why didn't he go?
Because he knew that the silver bright object that Jun Chang laughed at just now must be a horror hidden weapon, and he was shot and killed like his fourth brother.
Why did the disciples get on?
Because he knew that Jun Chang ’s laughing weapon should be similar to the bow and crossbow. There are certainly not many bullets. Let the disciples swarm up, kill if you can kill, and consume if you cannot kill.
to be honest.
I just use my disciples as cannon fodder ...
The disciples of Wu Lingquan obviously did not think that in the eyes of the suzerain, he was so worthless, but he was willing to obey orders and rushed to the past with a sword.
"A poor group."
Xun Jun often shook his head with a smile, holding the Han Feng sword with one hand, and greeted the disciples of Lingquan.
"Brush! Brush! Brush!"
Twenty-nine overlapping swords are cast, and layers of energy accompany the sword energy, spreading like ripples!
"Flop! Flop!"
The cold and sharp Jianguang swept by, and more than ten Lingquan disciples who rushed to Jun Chang laughed all cut their throats, like a blooming flower crashing to the ground.
"Tick, tick."
Wu Hanfeng's sword pointed downward, and blood drops slipped and splashed on the slate.
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 ~ EbookFREE.me ~, 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 ..."