Legend of Swordsman Chapter 2438: It’s a disaster

The battlefield is like Shura hell!

Blood has already stained the ground, and at the same time it has spread the sky.

A cold headless corpse is scattered all over the place. These corpses with separated heads are actually good. Many people are torn directly by Jian Guang, flesh and blood, trying to fight Groups can't fight together.

The strong **** smell fills the whole world and is disgusting.

Fortunately, some of the surviving talented disciples have seen the scene before them, but they still can't help shaking.

And in the middle of the battlefield, in the low altitude, Jian Wushuang stood there alone, the blood peak sword blade pointed to the ground, and the contaminated blood slowly dripped downward.

At this moment, he is like a killing god.

In such a short period of time, his figure has only disappeared seven times and appeared seven times, but it is these seven appearances that at least seven or eighty of his talented disciples have killed.

You know, there are only hundreds of geniuses surrounding him.

At this moment, most of them were directly slaughtered. Only thirty or forty geniuses escaped by chance.

"He is almost a demon." someone shouted in horror.

The word demon also comes to everyone's mind.

Some are scared, some are shocked, and some are distraught.

"Master!"

"Sister!"

Several screams followed, making the entire battlefield look extremely desolate.

"Jiang Wushuang, how dare you dare to kill my disciple Xueyang Zong? You wait, I will never let you go." Xueyangzong, a second-class demon disciple, pointed at Jian Wushuang, Shouting sternly, his voice was trembling.

No way, Xueyang Sect is also a great sect. There are also 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 Xueyangzong survived.

"Yes, my shadow gate will be a dead disciple and I will get back to you!"

"Jian Wushuang, wait for your death!"

"Such unscrupulous massacre of disciples from all walks of life, even if you have daffodil behind you, it will not save you."

The low-pitched sounds rang, and the geniuses who were lucky enough to survive were staring at Jian Wushuang because they were far away and they did not worry that Jian Wushuang would kill them, so the fear in their hearts was slow Dissipated, but the rising hatred and resentment rose.

Jian Wushuang slowly raised his head, looked at the expressions of these geniuses, and listened to their shouting words in his ears, but the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, showing a slight disdainful smile, the sword Wushuang is really disdainful.

"Genius?"

"A group of such goods, also called genius? Funny!"

Jian Wushuang took back the Xuefeng Sword, but was too lazy to look at these so-called genius disciples again, but turned and walked towards Zhuo Bing and others.

As for those disciples, although they are all clamoring to find Jian Wushuang's revenge, but no one dares to move or even take a step forward.

Because once you step forward, maybe you will die immediately under the sword of Jian Wushuang.

When they saw Jian Wushuang ignored him, the clamor was even stronger. Of course, they also told the elders and strongmen of their ancestors what happened.

"Little brother."

"Master Wushuang."

The four students, Zhuo Bing, Ling Dan, Zhong Yi, and Su Tong, as well as those disciples in Narcissus Island and the Ancient Star Hall, all came to Jian Wu Shuang. They looked at Jian Wu Shuang with their strong eyes Awe, even fear.

Jian Wushuang's killing just now scared not only the talented disciples who besieged him, but also them.

Even though it's Zhuo Bing, she is Jian Wushuang's older sister, but at the moment she also has a hint of fear.

She and Jian Wushuang only met in the sage's tomb. In the past few days, Jian Wushuang was gentle in her impression. She spoke well, and her temper seemed quite good.

I do n’t know it, almost all of the disciples in Narcissus Island think so.

But who ever thought that Jian Wushuang killed it, it was so terrible.

It's just a demon, a peerless killer!

Most importantly, he still has a huge strength to rely on.

"Brother, are you okay?" Zhuo Bing asked carefully.

"It's okay, but it caused some minor trouble." Jian Wushuang smiled. In front of the geniuses who besieged him, he was a killing god, a peerless demon, but in Zhuo Bing, in front of his relatives and friends, the sword Wushuang still looks so polite and humble.

"Little trouble?" Zhuo Bing smiled bitterly.

"Master Wushuang, it's not a trivial trouble for you, it's a big disaster." Zhong Yi exclaimed, "You have killed 70 or 80 people in a slaughter. People are all talented disciples from various sects. I just took a closer look. The disciples that you killed came from nearly 20 sects. Although most of them are relatively ordinary, there are still a few of them. A big gate. "

"The most important thing is that you also killed Pang Tao!"

The faces of Zhuo Bing, Ling Dan and Su Tong are all sinking.

Yes, Pang Tao!

That's the most important thing.

Pang Tao, is not only one of the twelve little kings. The most important thing is that he is one of the best talented disciples of Da Beizong. His teacher is the elder of Da Beizong, and is recognized as the first sword repair in Wusha Wasteland. Brahma Sword!

A disciple like this died in Jian Jian's hands, but what could the Great Tragedy do?

How is that possible?

"Although this is the tomb of the saint, and it is still fighting for the seat order, we fight each other, kill each other by life and death, and it is not surprising that they are killed, but the movement you made this time is too much It's big, even if I can't afford to live in so many gates, including the anger of the Great Tragedy. "Zhong Yi continued.

"And, even if my narcissus island is hard enough to withstand the waist, the Da Bei Zong and those Zong Men are definitely unwilling. They will deal with you desperately. If they can't deal with it, they will secretly Means, in short, Master Wushuang, I am afraid you will have a hard time in the next days. "

"Brother Zhongyi is right, those ancestors are all very good-looking, and they will certainly not stop there." Su Tong also said.

"Perhaps, but don't worry too much. Soldiers come to block, water comes to the ground, killing has been killed, and regret is useless." Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, but still looked like a breeze.

Kill, he never regrets it.

Killing one person is killing, killing ten thousand people is also killing. The only difference to him is that the other party should not kill.

This time, he had been merciless to his men at the beginning, but those geniuses of Zongmen wanted to die by themselves, and Jian Wushuang only had a good job.