The facade of the quaint and solemn hall was smashed with dozens of holes, which was ridiculous and funny.

More than a dozen elders Yanxian all turned into a ground gourd, they didn't even have time to release Yanli, they were lying like old dogs in the hall.

Dead silence, silent dead silence.

Nearly a thousand disciples who came to the Great Hall of Shangjunzong all had a panoramic view of this scene, completely dumbfounded.

Their elders, who are highly respected and unfathomable in strength, are actually drawn into a gourd?

Gu Ting was dumbfounded, and even blinked hard, trying to see if it was an illusion.

This is too unimaginable. With just a slap, more than a dozen immortals flew away. Looking around, except Dayan immortals, I am afraid that even quasi-dayan immortals can't do it!

But right now, this scene actually happened.

"Zhuzi, looking for death!!"

The thirteen elders of Shang Junzong rushed out of the hall and blasted towards Jian Wushuang, headed by the long-bearded old man.

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

Only Jian Wushuang, his actions remained the same, he stepped up one step at a time.

Seeing the elders who came from all directions, he seemed uninterested.

But he still raised his hand, feel free.

Sword intent!

"Puff--"

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

Then the thirteen elders snorted at the same time and flew out again.

As they fell to the ground, the colorful blood of the gods spilled down the jade steps, forming a blood path.

The thirteen elders and thirteen Yanxian all had their right arms abolished at that moment.

Divine blood flowed from their broken arms, dyed with red jade steps.

Only fear was left in their eyes, holding the broken arm and backing continuously.

Jian Wushuang, who was wearing a tooth-white uniform, still did not get a trace of blood stains, and moved forward slowly, climbing up the steps.

"I will give you one last chance. Should I die here for unknown reasons, or let your Sect Master come out?"

Jian Wushuang said quietly, without any waves.

The headed long-bearded old man was holding his broken arm, his face pale, "Junior, do you know this is an enemy of my entire Shang Junzong?"

"So what?" He raised his brow.

"Chen Qing, here comes the sword!"

"Come!" On the square, Chen Qing laughed and drew out the real sword from his waist and threw it at Jian Wushuang.

"Zheng——"

The true sword screamed, broke through the clouds and mist, and fell straight into his hands.

As if seeing his intention, the long-bearded old man trembled in his heart and lost his voice, "No!"

But it was too late.

Jian Wushuang used his hand to lead the sword, bursting out the most brilliant trend.

At this moment, it seemed to be broken for thousands of days, and the fringe-like strength was flowing and blooming.

All monks, Yanxian couldn't look directly at him.

A sword slashed out, and the hall that stood up for countless years was shattered.

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

The flow of order, heaven, collapsed and collapsed, no longer existed.

One sword, destroy the sect!

The fringe-like strength of Yan was spilt, and all the disciples of Shang Junzong opened their eyes, and then their faces were pale.

The pavilions, terraces and pavilions have become flat ground, and everything is gone.

Chen Qing was extremely excited with his boxing palm, and after a glance with Chun Qiu, he went to Jian Wushuang's side.

Gu Ting was completely shocked, his chest fluctuated violently.

This scene was too shocking, the foundation of Shang Junzong turned into dust under this sword.

He has a strong intuition that Shang Junzong is in danger today!

Before the shattered hall, Jian Wushuang returned the sword to Chen Qing, and without seeing the deadly elders of Shang Junzong, he walked straight into the ruins.

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

Soon, Jian Wushuang stopped and stopped moving forward.

Because there was a small and rickety figure that blocked his way forward.

"You can't move forward anymore," said the thin, rickety figure, with a hoarse and firm voice.

"Of course you can. Return the three Yanxians you shouldn't touch. I won't go into further details." Jian Wushuang said simply.

Unexpectedly, the rickety figure shook his head, "It is no longer possible, the Shangjunzong Tiandian was destroyed by you, enough to offset the lives of the three Yanxians."

Jian Wushuang sneered coldly, "It seems that you don't plan to hand them over?"

"You guys please come back, otherwise the consequences will definitely not be acceptable to you." Rickety figure continued.

"Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, do it." Jian Wushuang snorted coldly.

Chen Qingchunqiu responded, without any hesitation, and went straight forward.

And the mysterious, rickety figure also set off. His figure is extremely agile, like a ghost, brazenly responding.

With two fists and four palms, the horrible force of power swept directly like a torrent.

"Om!!"

Like the great sound of ancient times, it resounds through the sky, and it can be empty.

Under the impact of Chen Qing and Chun Qiu, the rickety figure was carried down abruptly, without taking a step back.

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

"Looking for death!" Chen Qing screamed, blasting out with a fist, piercing the sky with his fist, causing the sky to change.

And Chun Qiu also started, a short sword with purple patterns all over his body, protruding from his sleeve, and stab forward fiercely.

This is the full blow of the two pinnacles.

Rickety figure stood in place, did not evade, chose to resist the blow hard.

"Boom..."

The ruins and broken walls were instantly shattered into powder, and all the disciples of Shang Junzong who were present were all retreats, and were scattered to pieces.

The rickety figure, back ten feet, cut a dagger deep into his heart, dripping with blood dripping on the ground.

"Let's go." Jian Wushuang gave a deep cry, before moving forward.

"You, can't go!" The rickety figure opened his arms and tried to stop.

Jian Wushuang no longer paid attention to him, stretched out his hand to release Yanlibilian to bind him, and then walked to the depths of the ruined wall. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The entire Shangjunzong Hall, and even the planes, were completely disrupted, creating a doomsday scene.

One sword destroyed the Great Hall of Shang Junzong, Jian Wushuang did not rush to kill, but followed the Ruoyouruowu breath and walked into the depths of the Great Hall.

"Does it have to be so?"

A low, Ruoyouruowu voice resounded from the ruins, with a certain bewitching aura.

Jian Wushuang stopped and looked forward indifferently.

After a few breaths, the entire space was trembling, and then strands of gray power appeared like mist, and then gathered into a black robe figure.

This black robe was slender and extremely skinny, and his face was extremely weird like a skeleton.

"I have no intention of destroying your Shang Junzong. I just came to find my friends." Jian Wushuang said, "Let them return and I will return."

A long wind arose from the ruins, making everything strange.