Chapter 5061

Stacked with warm jade, the simple and solemn facade of the main hall was smashed with more than a dozen holes, which looked funny and absurd.

More than a dozen elders Yan Xian became rolling gourds. They didn't even have time to release Yan Li. They were like old dogs lying on their backs in the hall.

Silence, silence, silence.

Nearly a thousand disciples who came to the shangjunzong hall had a panoramic view of the scene and were completely stupid.

Their elders with high prestige and unfathomable strength have been turned into rolling gourds?

Gu Ting was stunned and even tried to blink, trying to see whether it was an illusion.

This is really too unthinkable. Just a slap, more than a dozen Yan immortals were pumped away. Looking around, I'm afraid even the quasi Da Yan immortals can't do it except Da Yan immortals!

But now, this scene has actually happened.

"Vertical son, seek death!!"

The blast rang through. Led by the old man with a long beard, thirteen shangjunzong elders rushed out of the hall and killed the unparalleled sword.

At this moment, time seemed to stagnate, and the perception of every monk and disciple and every Yanxian seemed to slow down.

Only the sword is unparalleled. His action is still the same. He goes up step by step.

Looking at the elders surrounded from all directions, he seemed lack of interest.

But he raised his hand and felt free.

The sword is full of meaning!

"Puff -"

A clear tearing sound came into the ears of every friar present.

Then the thirteen elders groaned and flew out again.

With their falling to the ground, colorful God's blood fell on the jade steps, forming a blood path.

Thirteen elders and thirteen immortals all lost their right arms at that moment.

God's blood flowed from their broken arms and dyed the red jade steps.

There was only fear in their eyes and they kept retreating with their broken arms.

The sword in tooth white uniform is unparalleled. It is still not stained with a trace of blood. Walk slowly and pick up the steps.

"Give you one last chance. Will you die here or let your Lord come out?"

The sword said in a faint voice, without waves and waves.

The old man with a long beard in his head held a broken arm and looked pale. "Young generation, do you know that this is the enemy of my whole family?"

"So what?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Chen Qing, sword!"

"Coming!" On the square, Chen Qing laughed, directly pulled out the real sword at his waist and threw it at the unparalleled sword.

"Zheng -"

The real sword sounds clearly, breaks through the clouds and falls straight into your hand.

It seemed that he saw his intention. The old man with long beard trembled and said in a lost voice, "no!"

But it's too late.

The unparalleled sword led the sword with the hand, which broke out the most brilliant general trend.

At this moment, it was as if thousands of rounds of the sun were broken, and the derivative force like a tassel was flowing and blooming.

All friars, Yanxian can't look directly at them.

A sword came out obliquely, standing in the hall of heaven and earth for countless years, which was broken.

Carved beams and painted buildings are turned into ruins, and pavilions are broken into powder.

The order of circulation, the way of heaven, collapsed and disappeared.

One sword, destroy the clan!

The tassel like Yan force was scattered. All the disciples of shangjunzong opened their eyes and turned pale.

The pavilions and towers have become flat ground, and everything has disappeared.

Chen Qing is very excited with his boxing palm. After seeing Chunqiu, he jumps to jianmatchless.

The ancient pavilion was completely shocked and its chest fluctuated violently.

This scene was so shocking that the foundation of Shangjun sect turned into dust under this sword.

He has a strong intuition that all people live today and are in danger!

Before the broken hall, jianwushuang returned the sword to Chen Qing. Without looking at the dead Shangjun elders, he went straight into the ruins.

His purpose is to find Cui Jing, Wei Liujia and Fengshan. No one can stop them.

Soon, jianwushuang stopped and stopped moving forward.

Because a thin and rickety figure blocked his way forward.

"You can't go any further." Said the thin, bent figure, with a hoarse and firm voice.

"Of course, return the three Yan immortals you shouldn't touch. I won't study them any more." The sword is unparalleled. When you say it simply.

Unexpectedly, the bent figure shook his head, "it's impossible. The Shangjun temple was damaged by you, which is enough to offset the lives of the three Yan immortals."

Sword matchless smiled coldly, "it seems that you are not going to hand them over?"

"Please come back, or you can't bear the consequences." The bent figure continued.

"Chen Qing, spring and autumn, do it." The sword was unparalleled, and the cold voice drank.

Chen Qingchun and Qiu responded without any hesitation and went straight ahead.

And the mysterious rickety body, which was not exposed to the mountains and dew, also set off. His body was very flexible, just like a ghost, he responded boldly.

Two fists to four palms, the derivative force of terror is like a torrent, directly sweeping up.

"Buzz!!"

Like an ancient sound, it rings through the sky, and the force can be emptied.

Under the impact of Chen Qing and the spring and Autumn period, the bent body was carried down, without taking a step back.

Then he shook his arms and flew Chen Qing and Chunqiu out tens of feet.

"Die!" Chen Qingzhen drank and blew out a heavy fist, which broke through the air and changed the color of the sky.

And Chunqiu also started. A short sword with purple patterns all over it poked out of his sleeve and stabbed forward.

This is the full blow of the two peak Yan immortals.

Bent body standing in place, do not dodge, chose to fight this blow hard.

"Bang..."

The ruins were broken into powder in an instant. All the disciples of Shangjun sect retreated thousands of feet and were scattered.

Bent and backward ten feet, he deeply gouged out a short sword at his heart, dripping blood on the ground.

"Go." The sword has no double sink, drink a sound, then want to move forward.

"You can't go!" Bent, with open arms, trying to stop.

Jianwushuang ignored him, stretched out his hand to release Yanli, tied him up, and then went to the depths of the ruins.

The whole Shangjun temple and even the plane were completely disturbed, a doomsday scene.

One sword destroyed the Shangjun hall. The unparalleled sword did not kill them all, but followed the faint breath to the depths of the hall.

"Do you have to?"

A low voice, if any, resounded through the ruins, with a certain bewitching breath.

Sword matchless stopped and looked at the front indifferently.

After a few breaths, the whole space is shaking, and then strands of gray derivative force like silk and fog appear, and then converge into a black robe shape.

The black robe is slender and extremely thin. Its face looks like a skeleton, which is very strange.

"I have no intention of destroying your shangjunzong, but to find my friend." Sword matchless said, "let them return, I will return."

A long wind suddenly rose in the ruins, making everything strange.