Chapter 887 Jun Mohuang on the Runaway 3

An Shi waved his hand, and immediately five disciples of Ling Xiaozong stepped forward.

One of them bears the brunt of the situation, trying to catch Jun Mohuang.

But before his paws touched Jun Mohuang's shoulders, he suddenly saw a cold flash in his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his heart.

The man looked down blankly, and a dagger had been inserted into his heart, leaving only a dagger handle, and countless blood spurted out of the wound, staining the floor under his feet red.

The snow-white marble floor with the dark red blood is particularly dazzling.

The man only felt that his whole body quickly became cold, and then stared at him, fell down, his eyes rolled white and died.

Jun Mohuang had already stood up, the sharp dagger in his wrist flipped, and quickly inserted into the second person's chest.

Her movements are fast and precise, her figure is as fast as an afterimage, and every knife is directly to the point.

But within five seconds, the five disciples of Ling Xiaozong who were going to grab someone and kowtow have all turned into corpses.

"Killed!"

The customers of Lang Lin Building panicked, not that they had never seen a murder.

It was Jun Mohuang, who was at the first rank of Casting Spirit Realm. In just five seconds, he killed five Lingyun Sect disciples with five swords.

You must know that these five disciples of Lingxiao Sect, but there are two sixth-order casting spirit realm and three seventh-order casting spirit realm.

Even if you fight with people of the same strength, it takes dozens of rounds to decide the winner.

Now that he was killed by a knife, this is simply unbelievable!

"What are you still doing, hurry up, a few trash can't handle it, it's a shame!"

Qiulin and An Shi were both surprised, and at the same time they had a very bad premonition.

But they tried their best to suppress this feeling because of their own and Ling Xiaozong's face.

Five more disciples of High Heaven Sect stepped forward, but as before, the five of them were quickly stabbed to death by Jun Mohuang five times in a row.

When the remaining disciples of Ling Xiaozong saw this, they immediately ran away.

Even the six people who supported the three elders of Feiyun Sect ignored the three and left the three old men and ran away.

No one paid any attention to the screams and screams of the three elders behind them when they fell to the ground.

Jun Mohuang was burning with anger, holding the dagger in his right hand, and with a wave of his left hand, several silver needles slid across the air with a sharp arc.

The few people who had just run to the gate froze and fell to the ground suddenly, their noses bruised and bruised.

"Useless things, let Miss Ben clean up for you!"

Seeing that the hall was covered with blood, An Shi suddenly felt a sense of fear in her heart.

But she quickly suppressed her fearful emotions, she didn't believe that she was a powerhouse in the late seventh stage of the casting spirit realm, and she couldn't beat a stinky girl at the first stage of the casting spirit realm!

"Junior sister, together!"

Qiulin took out the weapon from the space ring, and he had the same idea as An Shi.

But he was more cautious than An Shi. Guan Jun Mohuang suddenly broke out for what reason, so he killed him first.

He Qiulin is not one of the best in Ling Xiaozong, but he can also rank in the top five.

Therefore, Qiulin is very confident in himself, not to mention joining forces with An Shi.

The customers in the lobby on the first floor also thought the same, they shook their heads at the same time, Jun Mohuang dared to fight against Ling Xiaozong, isn't this courting death by himself.

What a pity for such a beautiful girl!

This kind of thought flashed through their minds, but they only felt a flower in front of them, and a violent wave of spiritual energy exploded.

The explosion made a flower in their eyes, and when they came back to their senses, Qiu Lin and An Shi, who rushed forward to attack Jun Mohuang, were already lying on the ground in embarrassment, clutching their hearts and vomiting blood.