At the critical moment, Jun Changxiao followed the marks he left on the road and rushed to the valley. He could not suppress the anger in his heart.
Because when he got close to the dead Drizzle Hall members, he heard the news that the sect had lost members.
How dare you kill my disciple.
No matter who you are or what your identity is, you must die!
Of course.
Death was also particular.
Was it a clean death or a painful death?
If the middle-aged man below retracted his foot and gave him a clean death, if he insisted on stepping down, then he would die a painful death!
"Sect … Sect Master …"
Xiao Ziji called out weakly, his eyes filled with joy.
The Sect Master was here.
Junior Brother was safe!
At this time, Xiao Ziji was not concerned about himself, but the Drizzle Hall members.
Seeing that his precious disciple had suffered such a serious injury, Jun Changxiao's eyes were filled with killing intent.
Even if the guy below was a god or an immortal, he would die!
Was he not afraid of offending people?
Under normal circumstances, Jun Changxiao would choose to keep a low profile, such as sparing the Ghost Hand Sect Elder. But at this moment, there was only killing intent in his heart!
Dragons had reverse scales, those who touched it would die.
Jun Changxiao's reverse scales were his precious disciples.
Not to mention killing, even if they hurt a strand of hair, they would have to pay a painful price!
Hearing Xiao Ziji's words, Liao Cun Fang said indifferently, "You are the Sect Master of the eighth-rate Iron Bone Sect?"
While he was talking, his foot did not move.
This made Jun Changxiao's heart set a death sentence, and he would die a painful death.
Perhaps because the other party was also a Sect Master, Liao Cun Fang retracted his foot. But because he was half a beat slower, he could not prevent his painful death.
"Just nice."
Liao Cun Fang said indifferently, "I like your disciple. Let him join my Qishan Sect."
His words showed that he did not put Jun Changxiao in his eyes at all.
Not to mention the Iron Bone Sect Master, even if Qin Haoran who held two positions came, he would still be high and mighty.
This was not showing off, nor was it some brainless villain.
Instead, it was because he was strong, so he naturally had to act like a strong person. Could it be that he had to bow his head and serve the weak?
"If I take a fancy to him, he'll become your disciple?" Jun Changxiao said indifferently, "You're really arrogant."
Liao Cun Fang said, "Give him to me, and the grudge between us will be written off."
He really admired Xiao Ziji. If he could pull Xiao Ziji into his sect, he definitely wouldn't be willing to kill him.
Unfortunately, it was destined to be one-sided.
Even if Jun Changxiao really gave Xiao Ziji to him, he would never tolerate the death of his disciple.
Therefore, he raised his saber and said coldly, "Write off our grudges? Seduce my ass! "
Liao Cun Fang frowned slightly and said, "Your Excellency is the Sect Leader, but your mouth is full of vulgar words. You have no manners at all."
You killed my men and you still want to talk to me about manners?
Hahaha!
Jun Changxiao laughed.
Suddenly, his gaze became as cold and sharp as a saber. Then, he leaped and swung his saber down!
"Hu!"
The strength of this slash was at least 300,000 kilograms or more.
It was obvious that he had already crushed the Strength Increase Talisman!
Liao Cun Fang, who was originally indifferent, suddenly became serious when he felt the powerful saber wind. He stretched out one of his palms and shouted, "Firmament Palm!"
"Hu hu!"
Spiritual energy burst out from his palm, forming a cloud-like airwave and quickly condensing into a palm print to meet it.
Jun Changxiao's straight slash was very powerful, so he didn't dare to be careless and directly used the high-grade high-rank palm technique that he had comprehended for many years!
Hu!
Hu hu!
The Green Dragon Crescent Blade formed a green saber light, and its strength was still rising steadily, finally soaring to 400,000 kilograms!
What did it mean?
Only Wuzong with good spiritual root aptitude could have such strength.
And it had to be at least fifth-grade!
Liao Cun Fang had a high-grade spiritual root, which belonged to the upper-middle Wuzong. Although it was only second-grade, with the support of the Firmament Palm, his strength could reach about 230,000 kilograms.
This was undoubtedly very excellent.
Unfortunately, in front of Jun Changxiao's saber.
Completely.
Not enough!
"Break for me!"
Jun Changxiao shouted coldly.
The green saber light pressed down fiercely, directly cutting the illusory palm print, and the remaining power didn't decrease.
"How is it possible …"
Liao Cun Fang's face changed, but there was no time for him to be shocked, and he hurriedly used his body movement to dodge.
"Boom!"
As soon as he moved, the powerful saber Qi had already cut the ground, instantly showing a saber mark about one meter long.
Crack crack crack!
The ground at the end of the saber mark quickly cracked and spread forward, and finally broke into five or six meters!
The 400,000 kilogram saber seemed to be cutting the ground in this area!
Although Liao Cun Fang barely dodged, when he saw the saber mark on the ground, his back was suddenly covered in cold sweat.
He didn't doubt that if the saber had cut him just now, he would have been cut in half on the spot!
This Iron Bone sect leader looked like a sixth-grade or seventh-grade martial master, how could he burst out such a terrifying strength?!
Could it be … that he was hiding his cultivation?
"I'll go alone!"
Jun Changxiao, who had just landed, rushed over with his saber.
The Green Dragon Crescent Moon Saber suddenly swept over halfway, and a green flowing light burst out!
It was also 400,000 kilograms of strength!
Liao Cun Fang still had lingering fear, and he didn't dare to fight head-on, so he hurriedly used his body movement to dodge.
Although he could barely dodge, when the saber light swept past him, he was still covered in cold sweat!
In front of absolute strength, Xiao Ziji could only be severely injured and fall to the ground.
Now, facing the Iron Bone sect leader who was stronger than him, he also seemed to be much weaker.
High and mighty?
He had already flown away without a trace!
"Swoosh!"
Jun Changxiao dragged his saber over.
This time, he used Ghost Leap and increased his speed to the extreme. While Liao Cun Fang just stabilized his body, he shouted, "Water Drowns the Seven Armies!"
"Whoosh —" The green saber light swept over.
"Not good!"
Liao Cun Fang's expression changed.
He wanted to dodge, but just as he leaned sideways, the saber light was close to the tip of his nose and fiercely cut his right arm.
"Puchi!"
Where the saber light passed, his arm flew out!
Because the speed of the saber was too fast and the strength was too strong, the split wound didn't immediately spurt out blood!
"Swoosh!"
Jun Changxiao appeared behind Liao Cun Fang like a ghost.
"Puchi!"
The saber light flashed again, and another arm flew out!
At this time, the wound on Liao Cun Fang's right arm began to spurt blood, and an intense pain rushed to his sea of consciousness, causing his expression to become ferocious.
Xiao Ziji watched from his angle, and his eyes were wide open!
A Wuzong had his arms chopped off by the sect leader in just a few moves. This was too shocking!
But it wasn't over yet!
"Warm Wine Slaying Hua Xiong!"
Jun Changxiao held the Green Dragon Crescent Moon Blade and fiercely swept across from his lower body.
"Whoosh —" The green saber light directly slashed across Liao Cun Fang's knees, and suddenly a thin crack appeared.
"Ah!"
A heart-wrenching scream resounded in the valley, causing the wild beasts in the mountains to flee, and their eyes were filled with intense fear.
What kind of pain did a human have to go through to let out such a miserable cry?!
"Plop!"
Liao Cun Fang's legs were broken from the knees, and he fell straight to the ground with a ferocious expression. The piercing pain fiercely attacked his sea of consciousness and scalp!
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! "
The green saber light flashed, and it was close to the skin and flesh!
Chopping off the arms and legs, and then cutting off the flesh piece by piece, this was the way the Patriarch of the sixth-rate Qishan Sect died!
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PS: I've been busy recently, so I've been updating twice for the past two days. Today, I'll update four times, and I'll continue tomorrow. Oh right, I'll update in the morning. I can't take it anymore, so I have to sleep. I really don't have the energy to write, so I'll update as I write tomorrow.
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