Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5057: One sword breaks the sect

Pile of warm jade, dozens of holes have been smashed into the facade of the quaint and solemn main hall, which looks funny and absurd.

A dozen elders Yanxian all turned into the ground gourd, they didn't even have time to release Yanli, they were lying like old dogs in the hall.

Dead silence, silent silence.

The nearly a thousand disciples who came to the Great Hall of Shangjunzong all saw this scene completely, completely dumbfounded.

Their elders, who are highly respected and unfathomable in strength, are actually drawn into a gourd?

Gu Ting was dumbfounded, and even blinked hard, trying to see if it was an illusion.

This is too unimaginable. With just a slap, more than a dozen immortals flew away. Looking around, apart from Dayan Immortal, I am afraid that even Quasi-Dayan Immortal can't do it!

But now, this scene actually happened.

"Zhuzi, look for death!!"

The thirteen elders headed by the long-bearded elders rushed out of the hall and blasted Jian Wushuang.

At this moment, time seems to have stagnated, and the perception of every monk and disciple present at the scene seems to slow down.

Only Jian Wushuang has the same action. He step by step, stepping up.

Looking at the elders who came from all directions, he seemed uninterested.

But he raised his hand anyway and feel free.

Sword Intent!

"Puff--"

A clear tearing sound entered the ears of every monk present.

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

Along with their falling to the ground, colorful divine blood spilled down the jade steps, forming a blood path.

The thirteen elders and thirteen Yanxians all had their right arms abolished at that moment.

The blood of the gods flowed from their broken arms, dyeing red jade steps.

Only fear is left in their eyes, holding the broken arm and backing constantly.

Jian Wushuang, wearing a tooth-white uniform, still has no blood stains, and walks forward slowly, climbing up the steps.

"I'll give you one last chance. Should I die here for unknown reasons, or let your lord come out?"

Jian Wushuang said quietly, without any waves.

The headed long-bearded old man was holding his severed arm, his face pale, "Junior, do you know this is an enemy of my entire Shang Junzong?"

"So what?" He raised his brow.

"Chen Qing, come the sword!"

"Come!" On the square, Chen Qing laughed and drew the real sword from his waist and threw it at Jian Wushuang.

"Zheng——"

The true sword screamed, broke through the clouds and mist, and fell straight into his hands.

It seemed that he had seen his intentions, and the long-bearded old man trembled and lost his voice, "No!"

But it's too late.

Jian Wushuang used his hand to lead the sword, bursting out the most brilliant trend.

At this moment, it seems that thousands of wheels shattered, and the fringe-like power is flowing and blooming.

All the monks, Yanxian can't look directly at them.

A sword slashed out, and the hall that stood for countless years was shattered.

Sculpted beams and painted buildings, turned into ruined walls, pavilions and pavilions are broken into powder.

The flow of order, heaven and earth, collapsed and collapsed, no longer existed.

One sword, destroy the sect!

The fringe-like strength of Yantai was scattered, and all of Shang Junzong's disciples opened their eyes, and then their faces were pale.

The pavilions, terraces and pavilions are all turned into flat ground, and everything is gone.

Chen Qing was very excited with his boxing palm, and after a glance with Chun Qiu, he went to Jian Wushuang's side.

Gu Ting was completely shocked, his chest fluctuating violently.

This scene was too shocking, the foundation of Shang Junzong turned into dust under this sword.

He has a strong instinct that Shang Junzong is in danger today!

Before the shattered hall, Jian Wushuang returned the sword to Chen Qing. Without seeing the deadly elders of Shang Junzong, they walked straight into the ruins.

His purpose is to find Cui Jing, Wei Liujia and Fengshan, no one can stop it.

Soon, Jian Wushuang stopped and stopped moving.

Because of a small and rickety figure, blocking his way forward.

"You can't move forward anymore," said the thin, rickety figure, his voice hoarse and firm.

"Of course you can. Return the three Yanxians you shouldn't touch. I won't go into further details." Jian Wushuang said simply.

Unexpectedly, the rickety figure shook his head, "It's already impossible. The Shangjunzong Tiandian was destroyed by you, enough to offset the lives of the three Yanxians."

Jian Wushuang smiled coldly, "It seems that you are not going to hand them over?"

"Please come back, everyone, otherwise the consequences will definitely not be acceptable to you." Rickety figure continued.

"Chen Qing, Spring and Autumn, do it." Jian Wushuang gave a cold voice.

Chen Qingchunqiu responded, without any hesitation, and went straight forward.

And the mysterious, rickety figure that does not show the mountains and dews has also set off. His figure is extremely smart, like a ghost, and brazenly responds.

With two fists to four palms, the horrible power is like a torrent, directly sweeping up.

"Om!!"

Like an ancient sound, it resounds through the sky, and it can be empty.

Under the impact of Chen Qing and Chun Qiu, the rickety figure was carried off abruptly, without taking a step back.

Then his arms shook, and Chen Qing and Chun Qiu Zhen flew out several tens of meters.

"Looking for death!" Chen Qing screamed and blasted out with a fist, piercing the sky with his fist, causing the sky to change.

And Chunqiu also started, a dagger with purple patterns all over his body, protruding from his sleeve, and stab forward fiercely.

This is a full blow from the two pinnacles.

Standing on the spot, I chose to resist the attack hard without dodge.

"Boom boom..."

The ruins and broken walls were instantly shattered into powder, and all the disciples of Shang Junzong who were present were retreating thousands of feet, and were scattered to pieces.

The rickety figure, retreating ten feet, cut a dagger deep into his heart, dripping with blood and dripping it all over the ground.

"Go." Jian Wushuang gave a deep cry, before moving forward.

"You guys, can't go!" The rickety figure opened his arms and tried to stop.

Jian Wushuang stopped paying attention to him, stretched out his hand to release Yanlibilian to bind him, and then walked deep into the ruined wall.

The entire hall of Shangjunzong, and even the plane, were completely disrupted, a scene of doomsday.

One sword destroyed the Great Hall of Shang Junzong, Jian Wushuang did not rush to exterminate him, but walked towards the depths of the hall following the breath of Ruoyouruowu.

"Does it have to be this way?"

A deep, Ruoyouruowu voice resounded from the ruins, with a certain bewitching aura.

Jian Wushuang stopped and looked forward indifferently.

After a few breaths, the entire space was shaking, and then strands of gray power appeared like mist, and then gathered into a black robe figure.

This black robe is slender and extremely skinny, with a face that looks like a skull and is extremely strange.

"I have no intention of destroying your Shang Junzong, just come to find my friends." Jian Wushuang said, "Let them return, and I will return."

A long wind blew up in the ruins, making everything weird.