Chapter 2438 Big Disaster

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That battlefield is like Shura hell!

Blood has stained the ground red, but also spread the sky.

There are cold headless corpses scattered all over the place. These detached corpses are actually not bad. Many people were directly torn apart by Jianguang, and their flesh and blood were swept away. Can't get together.

The strong smell of blood filled the whole world, making people sick.

Among those who survived by chance, even though there were some talented disciples who had seen the world, they still couldn't help being shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.

And in the center of the battlefield, in the low sky, Jian Wushuang stood there alone, the blade of the Blood Peak Sword pointed to the ground, and the blood stained on the sword slowly dripped down.

At this moment, he is like a god of death.

In such a short period of time, his figure only disappeared seven times and appeared seven times, but in these seven appearances, he beheaded at least seventy or eighty genius disciples.

But you must know that there were only hundreds of geniuses surrounding him.

This time, most of them were slaughtered directly, and only thirty or forty geniuses escaped by chance.

"He is simply a demon." Someone shouted in horror.

The word devil also appeared in everyone's mind.

Some were terrified, some were shocked, and some were distraught.

"Brother!"

"Senior Sister!"

Some stern roars sounded one after another, making the entire battlefield look extremely bleak.

"Jian Wushuang, you dare to kill my Xueyang Sect disciple? You wait, my Xueyang Sect will never let you go." A second-class disciple of the Xueyang Sect pointed at Jian Wushuang and yelled mournfully , His voice trembled a little.

There is no way, the Xueyang Sect is also a large sect, and there are eight disciples who entered the saint's tomb, including two first-class gods and demons,

But during Jian Wushuang's short slaughter, only two of the eight disciples of Xueyang Sect survived.

"Yes, I, Tianyingmen, will also seek justice from you for the disciple who died!"

"Jian Wushuang, wait to die!"

"Slaughtering disciples from all sects so recklessly, even if there is Narcissus Island behind you, it can't save you."

One after another, low shouts rang out 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 gradually dissipated. , On the contrary, monstrous hatred and resentment rose up.

Jian Wushuang raised his head slowly, saw the expressions of these geniuses in his eyes, and listened to their clamoring words, but the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a disdainful smile, Jian Wushuang took it seriously Disdain.

"genius?"

"A group of people like this deserve to be called geniuses? Ridiculous!"

Jian Wushuang withdrew the Xuefeng sword, but was too lazy to look at these so-called genius disciples, but turned around and walked towards Zhuo Bing and the others.

As for those disciples, although they were clamoring for revenge against Jian Wushuang, none of them dared to move, or even took a step forward.

Because once he stepped forward, he might die immediately under Jian Wushuang's sword.

Seeing that Jian Wushuang ignored him, they shouted even more fiercely. Of course, they immediately reported what happened here to the elders and strongmen of their respective sects.

"Little brother."

"Brother Wushuang."

Zhuo Bing, Ling Dan, Zhong Yi, Su Tong, and the disciples from Narcissus Island and Ancient Star Palace all came before Jian Wushuang. They looked at Jian Wushuang with deep awe, even is fear.

Jian Wushuang's killing just now not only frightened those genius disciples who besieged him, but also frightened them.

Even if it was Zhuo Bing, she was Jian Wushuang's biological sister, but at the moment there was a trace of fear in her eyes.

She and Jian Wushuang only met in the saint's tomb. After getting in touch with her in the past few days, Jian Wushuang was gentle and elegant in her impression, easy to talk, 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.

But who ever thought that Jian Wushuang would be so terrifying when he started killing.

He is simply a demon, a peerless killer!

Most importantly, he also has monstrous strength to rely on.

"Little brother, are you okay?" Zhuo Bing asked cautiously.

"It's okay, I just caused some small troubles." Jian Wushuang smiled. In front of the geniuses who besieged him, he was a god of killing, a peerless demon, but in front of Zhuo Bing, in front of his relatives and friends, Jian Wushuang was still the same. It looks so gentle, so humble.

"Little trouble?" Zhuo Bing and the others smiled wryly.

"Junior Brother Wushuang, the trouble you caused is not a small trouble, but a big disaster." Zhong Yi exclaimed, "You have killed seventy or eighty people in this sudden massacre. 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 the sects 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!"

Zhuo Bing, Ling Dan, and Su Tong's complexions also sank.

Yes, Pang Tao!

That's what matters.

Pang Tao is not only one of the Twelve Little Kings, but most importantly, 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. Fairy!

Such a disciple died in the hands of Jian Wushou, can the Great Compassion Sect act as if nothing happened?

how is this possible?

"Although this is the saint's tomb, and it's still for the seat token scramble, you fight each other, life and death are fate, and you can't blame the other party for being killed, but the commotion you made this time is really too big, Even my Narcissus Island may not be able to bear the anger of so many sects, including the Great Compassion Sect." Zhong Yi continued.

"Also, even if my Narcissus Island waist is strong enough to bear it, the Great Compassion Sect and those sects must be unwilling in their hearts, and they will definitely deal with you desperately. In short, Junior Brother Wushuang, I'm afraid your days ahead will be difficult."

"Senior Brother Zhong Yi is right, those sects are all respectable, and they will definitely not stop there." Su Tong also said.

"Perhaps, but don't worry too much. Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, the kill has already been killed, and it's useless to regret." Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, but still looked calm.

Killing, he never regrets.

Besides, killing one person is killing, and killing ten thousand people is also killing. The only difference for him is whether the other party should kill or not.

This time, he was merciful at the beginning, but those geniuses of the sect wanted to seek death themselves, and Jian Wushuang could only fulfill it.