The facade of the simple and solemn hall, which is made of warm jade, has been smashed with more than a dozen holes, making it look comical and absurd.
More than a dozen elders of the Immortals turned into gourds rolling on the ground. They didn't even have time to release their energy, and they lay like old dogs in the hall.
Dead silence, soundless silence.
The nearly a thousand disciples who came to the Shangjunzong Hall saw this scene in full view and were completely stunned.
Their elders, who have high moral standing and unfathomable strength, were actually beaten to the ground?
Gu Ting was dumbfounded and even tried to blink to see if it was an illusion.
This is really unimaginable. With just one slap, more than a dozen Yanxian were sent flying. Looking at it, except for the Dayanxian, I am afraid that even the Quasi Dayanxian cannot do it!
But now, this scene is actually happening.
"Zhu Zi, you are seeking death!!"
With loud shouts, thirteen elders of Shangjun Sect, led by the long-bearded old man, rushed out of the hall and attacked Jian Wushuang.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the perceptions of every monk, disciple, and immortal immortal present seemed to slow down.
Only Jian Wushuang continued to move as usual. He climbed up the steps step by step.
Looking at the elders who were surrounding him from all directions, he seemed to be uninterested.
But he still raised his hand and acted casually.
The sword is powerful!
"Pfft——"
A clear tearing sound reached the ears of every monk present.
Then the thirteen elders groaned at the same time and flew out again.
As they fell to the ground, seven-colored divine blood spilled down the jade steps, forming a bloody path.
Thirteen elders and thirteen immortals all lost their right arms at that moment.
The divine blood flowed from their broken arms and dyed the jade steps.
There was only fear in their eyes, and they kept retreating while holding their broken arms.
Jian Wushuang, who was wearing tooth-white uniforms and still not stained by a trace of blood, walked forward slowly and climbed up the stairs.
"Give you one last chance. Do you want to die here without any explanation, or do you want your sect leader to come out?"
Jian Wushuang said quietly, without any ripples.
The leader, the old man with a long beard, hugged his severed arm and looked pale, "Junior, do you know that this is an enemy of my entire family?"
"So what?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Chen Qing, here comes the sword!"
"Here we come!" On the square, Chen Qing laughed, pulled out the real sword from his waist, and threw it at Jian Wushuang.
"Zheng——"
The real sword made a clear sound, broke through the clouds and mist, and fell straight into the hand.
As if seeing his intention, the bearded old man's heart trembled and he said in a voiceless voice, "No!"
But it was already too late.
Jian Wushuang used his hand to lead the sword, unleashing the most dazzling momentum.
At this moment, it was as if thousands of suns were shattered, and the tassel-like force was flowing and blooming.
All the monks and immortals cannot look directly at him.
A sword slashed out diagonally, and the main hall that had stood on the ground of Fangtiandi for countless years was shattered with an echo.
The carved beams and painted buildings were turned into ruins, and the pavilions and pavilions were all reduced to powder.
The flowing order of heaven collapsed and ceased to exist.
One sword, destroy the sect!
The tassel-like Yanli spread out, and all the disciples of Shangjunzong opened their eyes, and then their faces turned pale.
The pavilions, terraces and pavilions have all been turned to the ground, and everything has ceased to exist.
Chen Qing was extremely excited with his fist, and after looking at each other with Chunqiu, he jumped to Jian Wushuang's side.
Gu Ting was completely shocked, his chest was rising and falling violently.
This scene was so shocking that the foundation of Shangjunzong turned into dust under this sword.
He had a strong intuition that Junzong was in danger today!
In front of the broken hall, Jian Wushuang returned the sword to Chen Qing, and walked straight into the ruins without looking at the despairing Shangjunzong elders.
His purpose is to find Cui Jing, Wei Liujia and Fengshan, and no one can stop them.
Soon, Jian Wushuang stopped and stopped moving forward.
Because there was a thin and stooped figure blocking his way forward.
"You can't move forward any further." The thin, hunched figure said with a hoarse yet firm voice.
"Of course, return those three Immortals that you shouldn't touch, and I won't delve into it further." Jian Wushuang said simply and clearly.
Unexpectedly, the rickety figure shook his head and said, "It is no longer possible. The destruction of the Shangjun Zong Heavenly Palace by you was enough to offset the lives of the three Immortals."
Jian Wushuang smiled coldly, "It seems you are not planning to hand them over?"
"Please come back, otherwise you will not be able to bear the consequences." He continued with a rickety figure.
"Chen Qing, Chunqiu, take action." Jian Wushuang shouted coldly.
Chen Qingqiu responded and went straight forward without any hesitation.
And the inconspicuous and extremely mysterious ricket figure also moved. His figure was extremely agile, like a ghost, and he responded bravely.
Two fists against four palms, the terrifying force surged forward like a torrent.
"Buzz!!"
Like the eternal great voice, it resounds throughout the sky and its power can be emptied.
Under the impact of Chen Qing and Chunqiu, the stooped figure was able to carry it down without taking a step back.
Then he shook his arms, sending Chen Qing and Chunqiu flying dozens of feet away.
"Seeking death!" Chen Qingzhen yelled, punching out hard, the punch piercing the air, causing the sky to change color.
And Chunqiu also took action. A short sword with purple lines all over its body poked out from his sleeve and stabbed forward fiercely.
This is a full blow from the two peak Immortals.
The rickety figure stood on the spot, neither dodging nor dodging, choosing to resist the blow forcefully.
"Boom boom..."
The ruins of the ruins instantly shattered into powder, and all the disciples of Shangjun Zong who were present retreated thousands of feet and were scattered in pieces.
His stooped figure fell back ten feet, and a dagger was deeply dug into his heart. His blood dripped down onto the ground.
"Let's go." Jian Wushuang shouted deeply and started to move forward.
"You can't go!" The rickety figure spread his arms and tried to stop him.
Jian Wushuang ignored him, stretched out his hand to release Yanli Pilian to tie him up, and then walked towards the depths of the ruined walls.
The entire Shangjunzong Hall and even the plane were completely disrupted, creating a scene of doomsday.
One sword destroyed Shangjunzong's main hall. Jian Wushuang did not kill them all, but followed the vague aura and walked deeper into the main hall.
"Does it have to be like this?"
A low, vague voice resounded from the ruins, carrying a certain bewitching aura.
Jian Wushuang stopped and looked indifferently ahead.
After a few breaths, the entire space was shaking, and then wisps of gray energy appeared like silk and mist, and then gathered into a black-robed figure.
This black-robed figure is slender and extremely skinny, and his face looks like a very strange skeleton.
"I have no intention of destroying you Shang Junzong, I just came to find my friends." Jian Wushuang said, "Let them return and I will retreat."
A sudden strong wind blew up in the ruins, making everything weird.