Chapter 279 Life or death is up to me!

"Uncle Clan, what should we do? Then Zhao Wujiang is getting closer and closer."

One of the five people who fled from the Qin family cried out sadly:

"Most of Qin Shan's clan brothers also died at the hands of this son. Uncle clan, how can we escape from this heavy snowfall?"

Qin Wen, the bearded Han Dynasty man, had a weak breath, and his green shirt was stained with blood. He gasped and said:

"Stop him with the water of chaos! You must stop him!

As long as he leaves the realm of Kunlun, I will let him die without a burial place and crush his bones into ashes!"

Looking at Zhao Wujiang, who was gradually running towards him not far away, Qin Wen roared again:

"Kun Wuzi, I know you are watching, quickly open the realm of Kunlun and let me leave!"

On the top of Kunlun East Nine Mountains, the old man of the Kunlun relics standing on the Kunlun Mirror frowned, and the disciples beside him whispered:

"Third Elder, with so many people watching, we can't possibly let Qin Wen be killed, right?"

"Hmph!" Third Elder Kun Wuzi snorted coldly: "You bullied a junior and got crushed, now you have the nerve to speak."

His face was cold, but he still tapped the mirror with his finger, and the mirror immediately spread like water waves, creating circles of ripples.

In the territory of Kunlun, the Qin family's disciples took out small bottles one after another. The bottles contained dark and viscous liquid, which was the water of chaos that Zhao Wujiang had seen under Zhaoling.

The vials were thrown out one after another, shattering in the air, and the water of chaos hit Zhao Wujiang. Qin Wen looked ferocious, and circles of ripples spread like water waves appeared behind him.

Zhao Wujiang waved his hand to stir up the wind and snow to repel the water of chaos. The black and viscous liquid dripped onto the snow. Like the scorching sun, the white snow was quickly corroded into a deep pit more than three feet long and four feet wide, blocking his way forward.

road.

"Zhao Wujiang, when you walk out of the realm of Kunlun, you will die!" Qin Wen, a strong man of the Qin family, roared with a cold expression, and then stepped into the ripples behind him, and his figure was about to disappear.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were filled with yin and yang, and the world seemed to suddenly cool down in an instant, and the snowflakes falling around him quickly turned into ice crystals.

"roar!"

There was a roar, and no one heard it except Zhao Wujiang.

On the top of Kunlun East Nine Mountains, the sky was gray and white, and a huge black turtle head poked out from the white clouds. Then the snake neighed, stepped on the clouds and swooped towards Qin Wen in the Kunlun Mirror.

The wind roared all around, and the people watching the mirror didn't know why.

On the mountainside, in a wooden house, firewood was crackling, and decoction was boiling on the iron frame. An old man with green wood-colored hair was looking through ancient animal skin books. He seemed to be feeling something. He suddenly raised his head. His eyes were full of wind.

As white as snow, without a speck of color, he spoke hoarsely:

"Xuanwu?"

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a young tribesman yelled:

"It's not good, clan leader, there is something strange about the sacred tree connected to the sacred tree in the clan. Half of it has turned into mustard powder."

In the territory of Kunlun, Qin Wen had a cruel smile on his face, and more than half of his body had merged into the ripples.

Suddenly, the wind and snow flew between the sky and the earth, and the snowflakes turned into sharp swords. He frowned, and just as he was about to wonder, an invisible green light passed by, and his right arm disappeared in an instant, as if it was torn apart by something.

Generally, the wound is connected to the flesh and fascia, and blood and water spurt out.

He was stunned for a second, and then let out a heart-rending wail.

"Ah ah ah. Zhao Wujiang!"

His body merged into the ripples and disappeared into this world.

Outside the realm of Kunlun, Qin Wen's body appeared in a flash, along with the heart-rending roar of pain that could not be suppressed. He kept wailing on the watery mirror, his body trembling.

The onlookers took a deep breath and were shocked, but no one dared to step forward. They all stayed away from Qin Wen like snakes and scorpions.

"Didn't Qin Wen escape? Why did his right arm suddenly explode in the end? It was like a beam of light falling from the sky, tearing his arm apart."

"Tell me, if he had been half a step slower, would his whole body have been torn apart?"

"This is too terrifying, isn't it? What kind of power is this? Isn't it true that martial arts cannot be used in the territory of Kunlun?"

"I don't know."

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The third elder of the Kunlun family, Kun Wuzi, had cloudy eyes. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the scene reflected in the Kunlun mirror. At this moment, Zhao Wujiang was looking up at the sky. His eyes were clear in black and white, but he had a strong sense of murder, as if asking why he took action.

Rescue.

He couldn't help but shudder, feeling that he was overthinking, and then ordered in a cold voice:

"Take Qin's guest down for treatment!"

The Kunlun people said so and took the wailing Qin Wen away.

In the territory of Kunlun, the four Qin clan members who had not yet had time to escape fell to their knees and bowed to Zhao Wujiang.

Although the ripples had not dispersed yet and were just one step away, they did not dare to act rashly. What had just happened to the bearded Han Qin Wen was still fresh in their minds.

"Senior, this matter has nothing to do with us. Please show your respect, senior!"

Zhao Wujiang's face was cold and he said: "Life and death are determined by one's name! Only two of the four can get out!"

As soon as the words fell, the four people who knelt down were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes showed fierceness. Of course, they were not directed at Zhao Wujiang, but at the tribesmen beside them.

The next moment, while the other two were still struggling, two of them took the lead and defeated the other two neatly, causing the other two to bleed.

They knelt down on the ground and held their hands with respectful expressions: "Thank you, senior!"

"The two defeated people can go out now." Zhao Wujiang's eyes were filled with yin and yang, and he spoke calmly.

The four people suddenly raised their heads, in disbelief. The victorious two men trembled. They wanted to refute and question, but they did not dare to speak in the face of the majestic Zhao Wujiang.

The defeated two people originally looked sluggish, but upon hearing Zhao Wujiang's words, they felt as if they were grasping at life-saving straws. Regardless of their injuries, they kept thanking Zhao Wujiang and supported each other toward the ripples that had not yet dissipated.

As you step into it, it quickly disappears into the territory of Kunlun.

Outside the territory of Kunlun, everyone looked at the scene in the mirror, their hearts trembling.

"Zhao Wujiang is so cruel and domineering."

"Yes, life and death are determined by fate, but it is Zhao Wujiang's order!"

"What a killing move and heartbreaking move. Even if the remaining two people survive by then, it will definitely be difficult to maintain the previous friendship."

"It's better not to offend Zhao Wujiang."

"That's not the case, so what if he is strong in the Kunlun realm? Don't forget, after leaving the Kunlun realm, everyone has their own cultivation!

Once the senior of the Qin family finishes his recuperation, Zhao Wujiang will still be unable to escape death."

"That's right. Alas."

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In the realm of Kunlun, heavy snow fell on Zhao Wujiang's shoulders, and he and Wen Yu walked towards the distance.

"Brother Wujiang, when can we find the sacred tree?" Wen Yu kept stepping on the snow under him that was about to cover his legs, and Lang Yi's face turned red.

With Zhao Wujiang's luck, neither of them felt the slightest bit cold.
Chapter completed!