(The outbreak begins, please give me everything!!)
(First update!)
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That battlefield was like Shura Hell!
The blood has dyed the ground red, and also spread the sky.
Cold, headless corpses were scattered all over the place. These corpses with their heads separated were actually quite good. Many people were torn apart directly by the sword light, and their flesh and blood were swept away. It would take a long time to put them together.
Can't put it together.
The strong smell of blood filled the entire world, making it nauseating.
Among those who were lucky enough to survive, even though there were some talented disciples who had seen the world, they could not help but be shocked when they saw the scene before them.
In the center of the battlefield, low in the sky, Jian Wushuang stood alone, the edge of the Blood Peak Sword pointing to the ground, and the blood stained on the sword slowly dripped downwards.
At this moment, he was like a killing god.
In such a short period of time, his figure only disappeared seven times and appeared seven times. However, in these seven appearances, he killed at least seventy or eighty genius disciples.
But you must know that there are only hundreds of geniuses surrounding him.
At this moment, most of them were directly slaughtered, and only thirty or forty geniuses escaped by chance.
"He is simply a devil." Someone shouted in horror.
The word devil also appears in everyone's mind.
Some were horrified, some were shocked, and some were heartbroken.
"Junior brother!"
"Sister!"
Some shrill roars sounded one after another, making the entire battlefield look extremely desolate.
"Jian Wushuang, how dare you kill my Xueyang Sect disciple? Just wait, our Xueyang Sect will never let you go." A second-class god and demon disciple of the Xueyang Sect pointed at Jian Wushuang and screamed miserably.
, his voice was trembling.
There was no way, the Xueyang Sect was a large sect after all, and there were eight disciples who entered the saint's tomb, including two first-class gods and demons. However, in Jian Wushuang's short period of massacre, only two of the eight disciples of the Xueyang Sect were killed.
People survived.
"Yes, our Tianying Sect will definitely seek justice from you for our dead disciples!"
"Jian Wushuang, just wait to die!"
"You are killing all the sect disciples from all sides so unscrupulously. Even if you have Narcissus Island behind you, they can't save you."
Low shouts sounded one after another. Those geniuses who survived by chance were all staring at Jian Wushuang. Because the distance was far away, they were not worried that Jian Wushuang would kill them, so the fear in their hearts slowly dissipated.
, instead, overwhelming hatred and resentment arose.
Jian Wushuang slowly raised his head, seeing the expressions of these geniuses in his eyes, and listening to their shouting words, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile. Jian Wushuang was serious.
Disdainful.
"genius?"
"A group of people like this deserve to be called geniuses? Ridiculous!"
Jian Wushuang took back the Blood Peak Sword, but was too lazy to look at these so-called genius disciples again. Instead, he turned around and walked towards Zhuo Bing and others.
As for the disciples, although they were all clamoring for revenge against Jian Wushuang, none of them dared to move or even take a step forward.
Because once he steps forward, he might die immediately under Jian Wushuang's sword.
Seeing that Jian Wushuang ignored him, they naturally started shouting louder. Of course, they immediately reported what happened here to the elders and powerful men of their respective sects.
"Little brother."
"Junior Brother Wushuang."
Zhuo Bing, Ling Dan, Zhong Yi, Su Tong, as well as the disciples from Narcissus Island and Ancient Star Palace, all came to Jian Wushuang. They looked at Jian Wushuang with deep awe, and even
It's fear.
The kind of killing that Jian Wushuang did just now not only frightened the genius disciples who surrounded and killed him, but also frightened them.
Even though it was Zhuo Bing, she was Jian Wushuang's biological sister, but there was a hint of fear in her eyes at this moment.
She and Jian Wushuang had only met in the Saint's Tomb. Over the past few days, she had the impression that Jian Wushuang was gentle, easy to talk to, and seemed to have a pretty good temper.
I don't know if it's her, but almost all the disciples on Narcissus Island think so too.
But who would have thought that Jian Wushuang would be so terrifying once he starts killing people.
He is simply a demon, a peerless killing god!
The most important thing is that he still has tremendous strength to rely on.
"Brother, are you okay?" Zhuo Bing asked cautiously.
"It's okay, I just caused some minor trouble." Jian Wushuang smiled. In front of the geniuses who surrounded him, he was a killing god and a peerless demon. But in front of Zhuo Bing and his relatives and friends, Jian Wushuang remained the same.
He seemed so gentle and humble.
"Little trouble?" Zhuo Bing and others all smiled bitterly.
"Junior Brother Wushuang, you are not causing a small trouble, this is a big disaster." Zhong Yi praised, "You killed a total of seventy or eighty people in this sudden massacre. These people are all
They are talented disciples from various sects. I just took a closer look. The disciples you killed came from nearly twenty sects. Although most of them are relatively average in strength, there are still a few big sects among them.
of."
"The most important thing is that you killed Pang Tao!"
The faces of Zhuo Bing, Ling Dan and Su Tong also darkened.
Yes, Pang Tao!
That's what's most important.
Pang Tao is not only one of the twelve little kings, the most important thing is that he is one of the most outstanding genius disciples of the Great Compassion Sect. His master is the Supreme Elder of the Great Compassion Sect, and the Brahma Sword is recognized as the number one swordsman in the Wusha Wasteland.
Immortal!
Such a disciple died in Jian Wu's hands. How can the Great Compassion Sect pretend that nothing happened?
How is it possible?
"Although this is a saint's tomb, and they are fighting for seats and talismans. They are fighting for their lives and their destiny. If someone kills someone, they can't blame the other party. But the noise you made this time is really too big.
Even my Narcissus Island may not be able to withstand the anger of so many sects, including the Great Compassion Sect." Zhong Yi continued.
"Furthermore, even if my Narcissus Island backbone is strong enough and I can withstand it, the Great Compassion Sect and those sects must be unwilling to accept it in their hearts. They will definitely deal with you at all costs. If they can't deal with you openly, they will resort to secret methods.
In short, Junior Brother Wushuang, I’m afraid the days ahead for you will not be easy.”
"Senior Brother Zhong Yi is right, those sects are all sanctimonious, and they will definitely not give up." Su Tong also said.
"Perhaps, but don't worry too much. Soldiers will stop you, water will cover you, and you will be covered by water. You have already killed them all. There is no point in regretting." Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, but he still looked calm and calm.
He never regrets killing someone.
Killing one person is killing, killing ten thousand people is killing. The only difference for him is whether the other person should be killed or not.
This time, he had been merciful at first, but those geniuses of the sect were seeking death themselves, and Jian Wushuang had no choice but to fulfill them.