Chapter 5057?

Made of warm jade, the quaint 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, Yanxian, turned into rolling gourds. They didn't even have time to release Yanli, they were like old dogs, lying on their backs in the hall.

Silence, silent silence.

The nearly 1,000 disciples who came to the main hall of Shangjunzong had a panoramic view of this scene and were completely dumbfounded.

Those elders with high morality and unfathomable strength were actually drawn into rolling gourds?

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

This is simply too unimaginable, just a slap, and a dozen of Yanxian are swept away. Looking around, except for Dayanxian, I am afraid that even the quasi-Dayanxian can't do it!

But now, this scene has actually happened.

"Shuzi, court death!!"

The explosion resounded, headed by the long-bearded old man, and the thirteen Shangjunzong elders rushed out of the hall and slammed into Jian Wushuang.

At this moment, time seemed to stagnate, and every cultivator and disciple present, every Yanxian's perception seemed to have slowed down.

Only Jian Wushuang remained in action, and he stepped up one step at a time.

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

But he still raised his hand, casually.

Sword Intent!

"Pfft-"

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

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

As they fell to the ground, the colorful divine blood spilled onto the jade steps, forming a blood path.

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

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

There was only fear in their eyes,

Holding his broken arm, he kept retreating.

Jian Wushuang, who was wearing a white-toothed uniform, still did not have a trace of blood stains, and walked slowly up the steps.

"I'll give you one last chance. Do you die here in a cryptic manner, or let your suzerain come out?"

Jian Wushuang said in a low voice, without waves.

The long-bearded old man at the head held his broken arm and his face was pale, "Junior, do you know that this is an enemy of my entire superior?"

"So what?" He frowned.

"Chen Qing, the sword is coming!"

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

"Zheng-"

The real sword screamed, breaking through the clouds and falling straight into his hands.

As if seeing his intentions, the long-bearded old man trembled in his heart, and said, "No way!"

But it was all too late.

Jian Wushuang drew the sword with his hand, and the most dazzling general trend broke out.

At this moment, it was as if thousands of days were broken, and the tassels-like power was flowing and blooming.

All cultivators, Yanxian couldn't look directly at them.

A sword slashed out diagonally, and the hall that stood in the sky for countless years shattered in response.

Carved beams and painted buildings turned into ruins, pavilions and pavilions were all broken into powder.

The order of the circulation of heaven collapsed and collapsed, and no longer exists.

One sword, destroy the sect!

The tassel-like power spilled, and all the disciples of Shangjunzong opened their eyes, and then their faces were pale.

The pavilions and pavilions have been turned into flat ground, and everything is gone.

Chen Qing was extremely excited with his boxing palm, and after looking at Chunqiu, he jumped over to Jian Wushuang's side.

Gu Ting was completely shocked, his chest fluctuated violently.

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

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

Before the broken hall, Jian Wushuang returned the sword to Chen Qing, and walked straight into the ruins without looking at the dead Shangjunzong elders.

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

Soon, Jian Wushuang stopped and stopped moving forward.

Because there is a thin and hunched figure, blocking his way forward.

"You can't go any further," said the thin, hunched figure, his voice hoarse and firm.

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

Unexpectedly, the hunched figure shook his head, "It's impossible, the destruction of Shangjunzong Tiandian by you is enough to offset the lives of the three Yanxians."

Jian Wushuang smiled coldly, "It seems that you don't intend to hand them over?"

"Please come back, otherwise, the consequences are absolutely beyond your ability to bear." The hunched figure continued.

"Chen Qing, Chunqiu, do it." Jian Wushuang snorted coldly.

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

And the mysterious rickety figure that did not show the mountains and dew water also set off. His figure was extremely agile, like a ghost, and he dealt with it brazenly.

Two fists against four palms, the terrifying force of force swept up like a torrent.

"Om!!"

Like an ancient sound, resounding through the sky, the force can be emptied.

Under the impact of Chen Qing and Chunqiu, the rickety figure actually carried it down abruptly without taking a step back.

Then he shook his arms and sent Chen Qing and Chunqiu Zhen flying dozens of feet away.

"Looking for death!" Chen Qingzhen shouted, punching heavily, punching through the air, causing the sky to change color.

And Chunqiu also made his move, a short sword with purple lines all over his body protruded from his sleeve and stabbed forward fiercely.

This is the full blow of the two peak Yanxian.

The hunched figure stood on the spot, neither dodging nor evading, and chose to resist the blow.

"Boom..."

The ruined walls were instantly shattered into powder, and all the disciples of the Shangjunzong slumped back thousands of feet, and they were scattered in pieces.

With a stooped figure, he stepped back ten feet, and a short sword was deeply cut into his heart, and the blood of the gods was dripping all over the ground.

"Let's go." Jian Wushuang let out a deep snort, and was about to move forward.

"You, you can't go!" The hunched figure spread out his arms, trying to stop him.

Jian Wushuang ignored him, stretched out his hand and released Yan Li to bind him, and then walked into the depths of the ruins.

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

A sword destroyed the Shangjunzong Hall, Jian Wushuang did not kill them all, but followed the vague aura and walked to the depths of the hall.

"Does it have to be so?"

A low, faint voice resounded from the ruins, with some kind of bewitching aura.

Jian Wushuang stopped and looked indifferently ahead.

After a few breaths, the entire space was shaking, and then wisps of gray power like silk and mist appeared, and then gathered into a black-robed figure.

This black robe is slender and incomparably thin, and the face is extremely strange.

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

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