That day, Mu Shanhai captured all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion on the Three Saints Peaks, preparing to announce the complete execution of the traitor the next day. As for Qiankun, it will be handed over to Wang Wenjun to decide.

However, although Mu Shanhai won a short victory, he could not slacken because Bu Wuhen and Kong Douxuan had not yet caught them. These were the two people who could threaten him in the end.

The entire Jiange was shrouded in an evil aura, and almost no one dared to approach Mu Shanhai. The fear was deeply engraved in the hearts of every Jiange disciple.

The clouds are bleak and the wind is lingering, everything is coming to an end, and there is no room for maneuver.

At this time, they could only regret in their hearts. If they could see the filthiness and ugliness of Mu Shanhai earlier, they would not have fallen to this point.

Wait until tomorrow, it is the day to rule their destiny.

No matter how much they suffered, no matter how much they didn't want the arrival of the first morning, they finally came, and all of them were gathered in the square.

A crowd gathered on the platform in the square, and the front ones were from left to right: Qiankun, Liu Changsong, Zhao Zhengkuan, and Yun Wuyue.

Their bodies, hands and feet were tied tightly, and they knelt on the ground, tortured to death, and they were incomplete.

Among them, Qiankun was the one who was whipped the most. Yesterday, Wang Wenjun tortured him for two hours. At this moment, he was dying, his eyes were dull, and the blood on his body dyed his clothes red. Some places had solidified, his face as pale as paper, and his whole body looked weak, as if he was about to die.

Yun Wuyue and others looked at Qiankun and felt very guilty. Because he was not from Jiange, he was still punished by the same punishment. Thinking of this, everyone's eyes were slightly red.

Zhao Zhengkuan sighed to the sky and looked back at the sister behind him, with reluctance in his eyes. Zhao Yuxin looked at him with tears in her eyes, and couldn't say a word.

"Does the scene when the Linghai people were executed by the capital of the capital look very similar to the present?" Zhao Zhengkuan looked at the sky and suddenly said something like this, breathing a sigh of relief, his face full of unwillingness.

Looking at these people's lifeless appearance, Mu Shanhai was very excited and finally got through.

The next step is to develop Jiange into the largest sect.

Then he annexed the Liu family and took the royal capital directly!

Mu Shanhai looked at Wang Wenjun and pointed at Qiankun, but he was already forgetful: "I will leave this young man Qiankun to you to deal with it, it all depends on your wishes."

When Wang Wenjun saw that Mu Shanhai had already let go, he didn't know what purpose he was for, but he also held his hands and bowed in a real way: "Elder Mu is indeed very wise, Wang thanked me!"

After saying that, Wang Wenjun walked towards Qiankun with a knife.

Qiankun watched Wang Wenjun approaching him step by step, his steps were messy and could not suppress his impatient heart.

Seeing this, Qiankun shook his head disdainfully and smiled.

When Wang Wenjun saw that Qiankun was still so calm, he felt even more anxious.

He was about to see Qiankun crying and shouting, kneeling on the ground and begging! He completely lost his true heart and then surrendered to him!

Wang Wenjun couldn't feel any pleasure in his heart if he killed him like this!

"What are you pretending!" Wang Wenjun cursed and pointed the knife at Qiankun's head.

Qiankun smiled faintly: "You seem to be very scared."

After hearing this, Wang Wenjun clenched his palms in a circle of cold sweat, and took a few steps back, but he felt something was wrong, so he immediately stood still and put his sword in a straight line.

"What am I afraid of?"

"I see you pretending to be a ghost and seeking death!"

Just when Wang Wenjun was about to lift the big sword, a fast-flying fire blade slashed at him. It turned out that Bu Wuhen came to save the scene with Kong Douxuan's extremely weak body on his back.

Suddenly, Wang Wenjun leaned back, but the big sword in his hand had been cut by the fire blade. Seeing this scene, Wang Wenjun threw the knife away angrily and pointed to the distance: "Who is it?"

Seeing that Bu Wuhen had arrived, Mu Shanhai jumped down and came to Bu Wuhen.

"Brother Bu, don't worry!"

"What if I have to do it?"

Bu Wuhen looked at Mu Shanhai, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"Then you are going to die!" Mu Shanhai smiled, raised his sword and started fighting with Bu Wuhen.

Bu Wuhen put Kong Douxuan's body aside, lifted Kong Douxuan's sword, and met Mu Shanhai.

At this time, Xue Qi also ran into the Jian Pavilion and shouted: "Stop it all!"

As soon as these words sounded, everyone was responded to it. Seeing that the blood cut was still standing here intact, I couldn't help but shed tears in excitement!

"Blood Brother is not dead!"

However, Wang Wenjun and Mu Shanhai were puzzled when they saw that Xue Qi was not dead yet, and they were angry and stared at Xue Qi with murderous intent.

"Why are you not dead?" Mu Shanhai looked angry. At this moment, he completely lost his love for blood and regarded blood as an enemy.

Xue Qi became calm when he saw Mu Shanhai's appearance. He just smiled coldly, raised his sword, and declared war on Mu Shanhai: "You don't care about this!"

"By you, my current strength is different from the past, so I will try my sword!" Xueqi pulled out the clue and pointed directly at Mu Shanhai's eyebrows, with a little coldness in his eyes.

Seeing Xue Qi's sword was not his original two swords, and I knew a few of them in my heart. It was probably a strange adventure that saved him so that he could survive.

But just because of this, wouldn’t it be a joke to go against him?

Mu Shanhai now controls the Eight Desolate Sword Qi, the only existence in Jiange now!

Mu Shanhai smiled indifferently and spoke arrogantly: "Just give ten or one hundred wastes like you, you can't kill me! I want to see what you have got so that you can be so sure to declare war on me!"

"Then you can see!" Xue Qi aroused the spiritual energy reaction in his body, and integrated the mind method of changing the word "Change", and the sword energy was already lingering on the tip of the sword.

Mu Shanhai was also a little surprised when he saw this: "You have learned the second seven swords!"

"But this is useless. There is a big gap between you and me. It's better to die obediently!"

"And me!"

Bu Wuhen took a step forward and resisted Mu Shanhai's attack with Xueqi.

Seeing that the three of them had already started fighting, Wang Wenjun picked up a big knife again and came to Qiankun. The corner of his mouth smiled ferociously: "Are you ready for your last words?"

"I have no last words, because you can't kill me!" Qiankun's eyes showed a sharp and harsh murderous intent, staring at Wang Wenjun.

Wang Wenjun was so scared that he was trembling in his hand, his lips trembling constantly.

"Come on, don't be too slow!"

Wang Wenjun felt aggrieved, shouted and slammed Qiankun's head with a knife.

"Changkun!"

"Brother Qian!"

"benefactor……"

Many people shouted at Qiankun, Ling Feng, Zhang Lingyun, Wu Changsheng, Zhao Yuxin and others, their faces were filled with fear and sadness.
Chapter completed!