He always thought that with 30,000 disciples, Jun Wushuang would never dare to offend the public. Even if he was defeated, he would not dare to kill him.
But he was too confident and underestimated Jun Wushuang.
Jun Wushuang wants to kill someone, but no one can stop him.
Lu Qingshan was like a jumping clown, constantly jumping in front of Jun Wushuang.
Jun Wushuang gave him another chance before, but he didn't know how to cherish it, but he still wanted to shout with Jun Wushuang.
So sorry, since you are seeking death, I will fulfill your wishes.
hiss!
The sounds of sucking in the cold air came one after another.
A series of horrifying eyes fell on Lu Qingshan's body in unison.
"Senior Brother Lu... is dead?"
A disciple muttered to himself, looking at the headless corpse in disbelief.
Last second, Lu Qingshan was still full of energy and brought them to provoke Jun Wushuang.
The next second, he was severely defeated by Jun Wushuang and even killed directly, without a complete corpse.
This huge contrast made everyone's heart tremble.
They felt Jun Wushuang's strength and also felt Jun Wushuang's decisiveness in killing.
"Ahhhh, you actually killed Senior Brother Lu, I'll fight with you!"
Xie Feifei's pupils shrank suddenly and she became crazy in an instant.
Lu Qingshan was the object of her admiration, but at this time, Jun Wushuang was trampled on her head.
How could she accept this?
At this time, like a crazy woman, Xiang Jun Wushuang was pursing her teeth and claws.
Zheng!
This time, Jun Wushuang did not slap her again, but directly drew her sword and slashed her.
The blade whistled like a god of death.
A bloody knife light flashed past, carrying the breath of death of hell, and directly passed through Xie Feifei's white and jade-like neck.
Suddenly, Xie Feifei's body stiffened and a blood thread appeared on her neck.
The next moment, Xie Feifei's swollen head slid directly from her neck, rolling onto the ground, with her face still showing madness and horror.
With one knife, Xie Feifei died.
"Who else is dissatisfied?"
Jun Wushuang stood with a knife, and the tip of the knife was still dripping blood.
His eyes swept and fell on everyone. Everyone who was swept by his eyes couldn't help but tremble, as if they were staring at the god of death.
"Jun Wushuang, you murderous demon, dare to kill Senior Brother Lu and Senior Sister Xie. A demon like you is not worthy of being our holy son at all."
A young man gritted his teeth and vented his inner dissatisfaction.
Puff!
The sword flashed, and the young man's angry voice came to an abrupt end.
A blood-stained head fell to the ground, with shock and horror on his face.
“Is there any more?”
Jun Wushuang continued to ask.
And this time, everyone was silent.
Even Lu Qingshan is not Jun Wushuang's opponent, and the others are even more defeated.
As for speaking out in anger, the young man just now is the best lesson.
Although everyone was dissatisfied with Jun Wushuang's role as the sage son of Xuanhuang, no one dared to be the first to be a leader.
After all, Jun Wushuang really dares to kill. They are not dead soldiers who are not afraid of death, so they naturally dare not joke about their lives.
As for the group siege, with their lineup of more than 30,000 people, Wuweijun Wushuang is still afraid of Jun Wushuang.
But who wants to be the first to take action?
After all, if the first person shoots the gun, the first person will die.
And if you die, you will have nothing. Even if you finally suppress Jun Wushuang, you will just be a wedding dress for others.
Human nature is selfish.
At this moment, under Jun Wushuang's cold-blooded and ruthless killing, no one dared to say a word.
"If anyone is dissatisfied, you can stand up and fight me. If you win, I will give in to the position of the Holy Son!"
"Of course, if you lose, you have to pay the price of your behavior."
Jun Wushuang spoke again, and the whole audience was silent, and no one dared to speak out.
"Since no one is dissatisfied, then get out of here. Let me hear someone who is dissatisfied in private. Don't blame me for not leaving anyone under the knife!"
Jun Wushuang looked at everyone indifferently.
A moment of deafness.
The crowd collapsed and a disciple quickly fled out.
They are scared!
They fear Jun Wushuang's strength and fear that they would die under Jun Wushuang's knife.
As for the position of Xuanhuang Saint Son, they dare not say anything more, otherwise Lu Qingshan would be their role model.
In the end, more than 30,000 disciples fled in a hurry as if they had suffered a defeat and did not dare to stop and stay.
They want to stay away from the demon Jun Wushuang.
Today's battle will be deeply imprinted in their minds, and Jun Wushuang has become their psychological shadow for life.
A crisis will be resolved!
And no one dares to say anything about Jun Wushuang's position as the sage of Xuanhuang.
...
In the Xuanhuang Temple, the Xuanhuang Holy Lord and Xiao Chenyu were looking at everything in the distance.
This battle was under their noses from beginning to end.
"Father, you could have stopped me, why did you decide to stand by and watch?"
Xiao Chenyu frowned slightly, wanting to know what his father was thinking.
"The dissatisfaction in the hearts of the disciples is like a balloon that keeps blowing. When the dissatisfaction accumulates to a certain level, the balloon will explode!"
"I don't want their dissatisfaction to explode at the enthronement ceremony. This will not only lose my Xuanhuang Holy Land's face, but will also allow other forces to see our weakness!"
"What's more, if Jun Wushuang wants to become the Xuanhuang Saint, he must pass this level, otherwise he will never be able to intimidate other disciples."
"As for Lu Qingshan, his ambition is too great, but he is not able to control his ambitions. If he continues to let go, he will only become a rat shit."
The Master Xuanhuang said calmly, transmitting some truths to his precious daughter.
"Father, I still don't understand why you want to enthrone Jun Wushuang as the Holy Son?"
Xiao Chenyu asked again.
The Holy Son is different from the others, and represents the heir of the Xuanhuang Holy Land.
Once there are two heirs, there will be great danger.
The grudge between the Holy Lord and the Great Elder is the best proof.
“Two reasons.”
"First, I am very optimistic about Jun Wushuang. He can stand out from a small family in the Daqian Dynasty, which is not as simple as luck. There must be huge secrets hidden in him."
"Everyone has a secret. Although his secret is huge, it doesn't necessarily suit me, so I don't plan to attack him. On the contrary, I want to invest in him, cultivate him, and make him stronger. I believe he will eventually do it.
Give me a generous reward.”
"As for the second reason, it is because this time our Xuanhuang Holy Land was killed and injured, and our vitality was severely damaged. Many forces have been tempted in secret. Once we show weakness, we will definitely be pounced on and bitten."
"So we need an opportunity to show our strength to intimidate the little girl. The enthronement ceremony is the best opportunity, and Jun Wushuang is the best candidate."
"I believe that Jun Wushuang will definitely not disappoint me!"
The Xuanhuang Saint Master had a bright look and was full of expectations for Jun Wushuang.
The enthronement ceremony in three months will definitely be very exciting!