(Outbreak begins, beg for everything!!)

(First Update!)

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That battlefield is like a Shura hell!

Blood has stained the ground red, and at the same time it has proclaimed the sky.

A cold headless corpse, scattered all over the place, these corpses with separated heads are actually quite good, many people are directly torn apart by the sword light, the flesh and blood are swept, and they can't be put together if they want to.

The rich smell of blood filled the whole world and was disgusting.

Among those who survived, even though there were some genius disciples who had seen the world, they still couldn't help but be shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.

And in the center of that battlefield, in the low sky, Jian Wushuang stood there alone, the blade of the Blood Peak Sword pointed to the ground, and the blood stained on the sword slowly dripped downward.

At this moment, he is like a killing god.

In such a short period of time, his figure had only disappeared seven times and appeared seven times, but with these seven appearances, there were at least seventy or eighty genius disciples he had killed.

But you must know that there are only hundreds of geniuses who besiege him.

At this moment, most of them were directly slaughtered, and only thirty or forty geniuses escaped by luck.

"He's simply a demon. Someone shouted in horror.

The word demon also comes to everyone's mind.

Some were frightened, some were shocked, and some were grief-stricken.

"Senior brother!"

"Senior sister!"

Some terrible roars rang out one after another, making the entire battlefield look extremely bleak.

"Jian Wushuang, you dare to kill my Xueyang Sect disciple? You wait, my Xueyang Sect will never let you go. A second-rank god and demon disciple of the Snow Yang Sect pointed at Jian Wushuang and shouted miserably, his voice trembling with a hint.

There is no way, the Snow Yang Sect is also a big sect, and there are eight disciples who have entered the Saint's Tomb, including two first-class gods and demons, but in the short time of slaughter of Jian Wushuang, only two of the eight disciples of the Snow Yang Sect survived.

"Yes, I, the Heavenly Shadow Sect, will also seek justice from you for the sake of my dead disciples!"

"Jian Wushuang, you wait for death!"

"Such a reckless slaughter of the disciples of all sects, even if you have Narcissus Island behind you, it won't save you. ”

One after another, low cheers rang out one after another, and those geniuses who survived were staring at Jian Wushuang, because of the distance, they were not worried that Jian Wushuang would kill them, so the fear in their hearts slowly dissipated, but monstrous hatred and resentment rose.

Jian Wushuang slowly raised his head, saw the expressions of these geniuses in his eyes, and listened to the words they were shouting in his ears, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a smile of disdain, Jian Wushuang was really disdainful.

"Genius?"

"A group of such goods deserve to be called geniuses?

Jian Wushuang withdrew the Blood Peak Sword, but he didn't bother to look at these so-called genius disciples again, but turned around and walked towards Zhuo Bing and the others.

As for those disciples, although they were all clamoring to find Jian Wushuang for revenge, none of them themselves dared to move, or even take a step forward.

Because once you step forward, you may immediately die under the sword of Jian Wushuang.

Seeing that Jian Wushuang ignored him, their clamor was naturally even more powerful, and of course they also told the elders and powerhouses of their respective sects what happened here as soon as possible.

"Little brother. ”

"Peerless junior brother. ”

Zhuo Bing, Ling Dan, Zhong Yi, and Su Tong, as well as those disciples of Narcissus Island and Ancient Star Palace, all came to Jian Wushuang, and they looked at Jian Wushuang with deep awe, even fear.

The killing that Jian Wushuang had just done not only frightened the genius disciples who were besieging him, but also frightened them.

Even though it was Zhuo Bing, she was Jian Wushuang's own sister, but there was also a trace of fear in her eyes at the moment.

She and Jian Wushuang only met in the tomb of the saint, and after contact in the past few days, Jian Wushuang has the impression that she is gentle and elegant, very talkative, and her temper seems to be quite good.

I don't know if it's her, almost all the disciples on Narcissus Island think so.

But who would have thought that Jian Wushuang would be so terrible when he was killed.

It's simply a demon, a peerless god-killer!

On top of that, he also has monstrous strength to rely on.

"Little brother, are you okay?" asked Zhuo Bing cautiously.

"It's fine, just a little trouble. Jian Wushuang smiled, in front of those geniuses who surrounded him, he was a god-killing demon, a peerless demon, but in front of Zhuo Bing, in front of his relatives and friends, Jian Wushuang still looked so gentle and elegant, so humble.

"Little trouble?" Zhuo Bing and the others all smiled bitterly.

"Senior Brother Wushuang, what you are causing is not a small trouble, this is a big disaster. Zhong Yi exclaimed, "Your slaughter at this time, killed a full seventy or eighty people, these people are all genius disciples from various sects, I just took a closer look, the disciples killed by you are from nearly twenty sects, although most of the sects are relatively average, but there are still a few big sects among them." ”

"The most important thing is that you also killed Pang Tao!"

Zhuo Bing, Ling Dan, and Su Tong's faces also sank.

Yes, Pang Tao!

That's all that matters.

Pang Tao is not only one of the twelve little kings, but the most important thing is that he is one of the best genius disciples of the Great Compassion Sect, his master is the Supreme Elder of the Great Compassion Sect, and the Brahma Sword Immortal who is recognized as the first sword cultivator in the Wusha Wasteland!

Such a disciple died in the hands of the sword, what could the Great Compassion Sect do without happening?

How can it be?

"Although this is the tomb of the saint, and it is also for the competition for the seat of the order, fighting each other, life and death have their own destiny, and being killed by others is not to blame the other party, but the movement you made this time is too big, even if I Narcissus Island may not be able to withstand the anger of so many sects, including the Great Compassion Sect. Zhong Yi continued.

"Moreover, even if my Narcissus Island waist pole is hard enough to withstand it, the Great Compassion Sect and those sects must be unwilling in their hearts, they will definitely be desperate to deal with you, and they can't deal with it on the surface, so they will secretly use means, in short, Wushuang Senior Brother, I am afraid that your next days will be difficult. ”

"Senior Brother Zhong Yi is right, those sects are all sanctimonious, they will definitely not stop there. Su Tong also said.

"Maybe, but don't worry too much, the soldiers will block, the water will cover up, the killing has already been killed, and it is useless to regret it. Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, but he was still a breezy appearance.

Killing, he never regretted it.

And killing one person is killing, killing ten thousand people is also killing, the only difference for him is whether the other party should kill or not.

This time, he had already shown mercy to his subordinates at the beginning, but the geniuses of those sects wanted to find death by themselves, and Jian Wushuang could only be fulfilled.

(End of chapter)