Chapter 5057

Piled up with warm jade, the simple and solemn facade of the main hall was smashed with more than a dozen holes, which looked funny and absurd.

More than a dozen elders Yan Xian became rolling gourds, and they didn't even have time to release Yan Li, just like old dogs lying on their backs in the hall.

Dead silence, silent silence.

Nearly a thousand disciples who came to the shangjunzong hall had a panoramic view of this scene and were completely stupid.

Their elders, who are highly respected and have unfathomable strength, were actually drawn into rolling gourds?

Gu Ting was stunned, and even tried to blink, trying to see whether it was an illusion.

This is really too unthinkable. Just a slap, a dozen Yan immortals flew away. Looking around, I'm afraid that in addition to Da Yan immortals, I can't even do quasi Da Yan immortals!

But now, this scene actually happened.

"Vertical son, seek death!!"

The blast rang out, led by the old man with a long beard. Thirteen elders of Shangjun sect rushed out of the hall and blasted the sword unparalleled.

At this moment, time seemed to stagnate, and every monk and disciple present and every Yan Xian seemed to slow down.

Only the sword is unparalleled, and the action is still the same. He steps up step by step.

Looking at the elders from all directions, he seemed to lack interest.

But he still raised his hand, casually.

The sword is full of meaning!

"Pooh -"

A clear tearing sound came into the ears of every friar present.

Then the thirteen elders snorted at the same time and flew out again.

With their falling to the ground, colorful God blood fell on the jade steps, forming a blood path.

Thirteen elders and thirteen immortals all lost their right arms at that moment.

God's blood flowed from their broken arms and dyed the red jade steps.

Their eyes were full of fear, and they kept retreating with their broken arms.

The sword in tooth white uniform is unparalleled, still not stained with a trace of blood, walking slowly, picking up the steps.

"I'll give you one last chance. Will you die here or let your Lord come out?"

The sword said in a faint voice, without waves and waves.

The head of the long bearded old man was holding a broken arm and his face was pale. "Young generation, do you know that this is the enemy of my whole clan?"

"So what?" He frowned.

"Chen Qing, sword!"

"Coming!" On the square, Chen Qing laughed, directly pulled out the real sword from his waist and threw it at the unparalleled sword.

"Zheng -"

The real sword sounded clear, broke through the clouds and fell straight into his hand.

It seemed that he saw his intention. The old man with long beard trembled in his heart and said quietly, "no!"

But it's too late.

Sword peerless led the sword with his hand, breaking out the most brilliant trend.

At this moment, it was as if thousands of rounds of the sun were broken, and the derivative force like a tassel was flowing and blooming.

All monks and immortals can't look directly at each other.

A sword came out obliquely, standing in the hall of heaven and earth for countless years, which was broken.

Carved beams and painted buildings turn into ruins, and pavilions are broken into powder.

The order of circulation, the way of heaven, collapsed and disappeared.

A sword destroys the clan!

The tassel like Yan force was scattered, and all the disciples of shangjunzong opened their eyes, and then turned pale.

The pavilions and towers have become flat ground, and everything is gone.

Chen Qing was extremely excited with his boxing palm. After glancing at Chunqiu, he jumped to jianwushuang.

The ancient pavilion was completely shocked, and its chest fluctuated violently.

This scene was so shocking that the foundation of shangjunzong turned into dust under this sword.

He has a strong intuition that everything is today and is in danger!

Before the broken hall, jianwushuang returned the sword to Chen Qing. Without looking at the dead elders of Shangjun sect, he went straight into the ruins.

His purpose is to find Cui Jing, Wei Liujia and Feng Shan, and no one can stop them.

Soon, jianwushuang stopped and stopped moving forward.

Because a thin and rickety figure blocked his way forward.

"You can't go any further." The thin and rickety figure said, with a hoarse and firm voice.

"Of course, return the three immortals you shouldn't touch, and I won't delve further." The sword is unparalleled. When you say it simply.

Unexpectedly, the bent figure shook his head, "it is impossible. The Shangjun Temple of heaven was damaged by you, which is enough to offset the lives of the three immortals."

Sword matchless sneered, "it seems that you are not going to hand them over?"

"Please come back, or you can't bear the consequences." Stooping figure continued.

"Chen Qing, spring and autumn, do it." Sword unparalleled cold sound a drink.

Chen Qingchun answered Qiu, without any hesitation, and went straight ahead.

And the undiscovered, mysterious bent body also set off. His body was extremely smart, like a ghost, he responded boldly.

Two fists against four palms, the derivative force of terror, like a torrent, directly swept up.

"Hum!!"

Like an ancient sound, it rings through the sky, and the force can be emptied.

Under the impact of Chen Qing and the spring and Autumn period, the bent figure was actually carried down, and did not step back.

Then his arms shook, and Chen Qing and Chunqiu flew out dozens of feet.

"Death!" Chen Qingzhen drank, and with a heavy blow, the fist Gang broke through the air, causing the sky to turn pale.

And Chunqiu also started, a short sword with purple stripes all over it poked out of his sleeve and stabbed forward.

This is the full blow of the two peak Yanxian.

Rickety body standing in place, do not dodge, chose to fight this blow hard.

"Bang..."

The ruins broke into powder in an instant, and all the disciples of shangjunzong who came to the scene retreated thousands of feet and were scattered.

Stooping, he retreated ten feet, deeply gouged out a short sword in his heart, and God's blood dripping on the ground.

"Go." Jian wushuangshen drank and was about to move forward.

"You can't go!" Stooped, with open arms, trying to block.

Jian Wushuang ignored him, stretched out his hand to release Yan Li, tied him up, and then walked to the depths of the ruins.

The whole shangjunzong hall and even the plane were completely disturbed, a doomsday scene.

A sword destroyed the shangjunzong hall, and the sword unparalleled did not kill them all, but followed the faint breath to the depths of the hall.

"Do you have to?"

A low, vaguely voiced voice resounded from the ruins, with a certain bewitching breath.

Jian Wushuang stopped and looked ahead indifferently.

After a few breaths, the whole space was shaking, and then wisps of gray derivatives appeared, and then converged into a black robe shape.

This black robe is slender and extremely thin, and its face looks like a skeleton, which is extremely strange.

"I have no intention of destroying your shangjunzong, just to find my friend." Jian Wushuang said, "let them return, and I will return."

A long wind suddenly rose in the ruins, making everything strange.