kill him

Wei Yinu only saw a stream of light shooting towards him, and then his chest was pierced. He knelt on the ground, dead.

Even in death, he was wondering what kind of hidden weapon could so powerfully penetrate his body and penetrate his heart.

"Puff!"

Jun Changxiao blew on the smoking muzzle, lightly saying: "Your death was worth it. This bullet of mine, if converted to silver, is worth dozens of taels."

It was definitely worth it.

With Master Jun's strength, he could easily kill Wei Yinu with his bare hands. Shooting was a waste of bullets.

"Fourth … fourth brother …"

Wei Yixi's expression was sluggish, his eyes gradually turning red. It was not that he wanted to cry, but that he was extremely angry.

His three younger brothers had followed him since childhood. They either bullied people together or were bullied together. Now that they had died one by one, it was a heavy blow to him.

"Thump thump thump!"

At this moment, the alarmed disciples of the Spirit Spring Sect rushed out of the inner courtyard. There were hundreds of them. When they saw the fourth elder kneeling on the ground with a hole in his chest, their eyes widened.

Who killed him?

For the first time, everyone looked at Jun Changxiao!

Especially when they saw the plaque of the sect being taken down, they knew that this guy was here to cause trouble!

"It's … it's him!" The green scarf martial artist who had his face stepped on in the wild looked at Jun Changxiao who was holding a tree root in his mouth, his face showing surprise.

In other words, the reason why the Iron Bone Sect and the Spirit Spring Sect had reached this stage of life and death, the green scarf brother's contribution could not go unnoticed. Because if he did not deliberately approach Lu Qianqian, there would not be a conflict.

Sigh.

How to say it.

It was not entirely his fault. The main reason was that the Spirit Spring Sect was too protective of their disciples. Knowing that their disciples were beaten, they insisted on taking revenge.

On the stage of grievances, Wei Yixi's killing intent expanded the conflict to an irreconcilable point.

If it were any other ninth-rate sect, they would have brought their disciples to apologize during the recruitment. However, the person involved was Jun Changxiao, an existence similar to an iron plate.

Endure for a while and the wind is calm. Take a step back and the sky will be clear.

The Spirit Spring Sect could not endure and was unwilling to retreat. They could only use the lives of their three elders to learn a lesson.

Unfortunately, Wei Yixi hadn't learned his lesson. He clenched his fists, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he said in a cold voice, "Kill him!"

The disciples didn't dare to disobey the Patriarch's order. They immediately drew their weapons and rushed over, surrounding Jun Changxiao.

Brother Green Scarf was among them, and the anger in his eyes was no less than the Sect Leader's.

"Hu!"

Jun Changxiao took a puff of his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring. He said, "If I were you, I wouldn't send my disciples to their deaths."

"Brat, cut the crap and die!"

One of the disciples was eager to show off in front of the Patriarch and immediately brandished his saber to kill.

Jun Changxiao put away the Desert Eagle, and the Cold Edge Sword appeared out of thin air. With a twist of his wrist, a cold sword light flashed.

"Ci ci!"

There was a sword wound on his neck, and blood was spurting out.

That disciple dropped his weapon and covered his wound with both hands. A muffled sound came from his throat and he fell to the ground with a despairing look on his face.

"Hiss!"

The Spirit Spring Sect disciple who was about to attack, upon seeing his fourth senior brother, who was at the tenth stage of the Channel Opening Stage, being killed in a single strike, was so shocked that his face lost all color.

"Go! Go! "Wei Yixi angrily roared.

Why didn't he go?

Because he knew that the shiny silver object Jun Changxiao had just used must be a terrifying hidden weapon. If he made a move, he would be killed just like his fourth brother.

Why did he let his disciples go?

Because he knew that Jun Changxiao's hidden weapon should be similar to a crossbow, and there would not be a lot of bullets. He let his disciples swarm him, and if they could kill him, then they would kill him.

To put it bluntly.

He was using his disciples as cannon fodder …

The Spirit Spring Sect disciples obviously did not think that in the eyes of the Patriarch, they were so worthless, but they were still willing to listen to his orders and rushed over with their weapons.

"A group of pitiful people."

Jun Changxiao shook his head, and with the Cold Edge Sword in one hand, he faced the incoming Spirit Spring Sect disciples.

"Shua! Shua! Shua! "

The [Nine Overlapping Wave Sword] was displayed, and layers of energy accompanied by sword qi appeared, spreading out like ripples!

"Puchi! Puchi! "

The cold sword light swept past, and the ten or so Spirit Spring Sect disciples who rushed in front of Jun Changxiao all had their throats slit, and fell to the ground like blooming flowers.

"Drip, drip."

The tip of the Cold Edge Sword pointed downwards, and drops of blood dripped down, splattering on the stone floor.

Standing in front of dozens of corpses, Jun Changxiao's eyes flashed coldly, as if he was a killing god from hell.

The Spirit Spring Sect disciples were frightened, and surrounded him with their weapons in fear, but did not dare to rush over.

Jun Changxiao raised his head, and pointed his sword at Wei Yixi, saying, "The person I want to kill today is him. If you don't want to be souls under my sword, get out of here."

The Spirit Spring Sect disciples were not heinous bandits, and he did not want to kill too much. So this time, the so-called extermination of the sect, was to eliminate the Wei brothers.

"Kid, die!"

Just at this moment, a disciple raised his sword and slashed down from behind.

Jun Changxiao, who thought he was merciful enough, had a cold look in his eyes, and swung the Cold Edge Sword.

"Whoosh —"

With a flash of sword light, the martial artist's weapon was cut off, and his head was also chopped off.

"Kill! Kill! "

The Spirit Spring Sect disciples took the opportunity to attack from all directions.

Jun Changxiao no longer suppressed it, and his fifth grade Martial Disciple cultivation was fully released. He poured his spirit energy into the Cold Edge Sword, and it instantly emitted a cold and gloomy aura.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for starting a massacre in the Spirit Spring Mountain!" While speaking, he suddenly swung his sword, dragging out a long shadow of the sword.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! "

Wherever the Cold Edge Sword passed, the swords and sabers were all broken. Some of the sabers and swords even pierced the legs of the Spirit Spring Sect disciples.

They did not have time to scream, because the second sword had already mercilessly slashed over.

"Whoosh —"

The Cold Edge Sword passed by, bringing along a cold light!

"Puchi! Puchi! "

The twenty or so Spirit Spring Sect disciples who rushed over stood still, and a neat small sword mark appeared on their Adam's apple. They immediately lowered their heads.

Jun Changxiao walked past them, and the twenty or so drops of blood on the Cold Edge Sword were instantly evaporated by his spirit energy.

"Plop."

After only a few steps, the twenty Spirit Spring Sect disciples staggered and fell to the ground.

These people's cultivation were only at the fifth or sixth stage of the Channel Opening Realm. With the Cold Edge Sword and the strength of a fifth grade Martial Disciple, Jun Changxiao could easily kill them.

Wei Yixi was terrified.

At this moment, he had roughly deduced that the strength of this Iron Bone Sect Master was not lower than a fourth grade Martial Disciple!

The Patriarch of the Spirit Spring Sect was not the only one who was frightened, but the disciples as well.

Although they surrounded Jun Changxiao, they also followed him step by step, and retreated. Their eyes were filled with fear.

Killing fellow sect members was like cutting grass, so they must be afraid!

"Go! Go! " Wei Yixi roared like a madman. He did not care about the lives of his disciples. As long as he could kill Jun Changxiao, even if they all died, it did not matter.

However.

Jun Changxiao was too strong. The Spirit Spring Sect disciples did not dare to rush up. Even facing his cold eyes, the hands holding their weapons were trembling violently.

This was a killing god, whoever went up would die!

Restrain, restrain!

"Shua!"

Jun Changxiao raised his sword, and a cold light flashed.

A cold aura spread out, making everyone's scalp numb. They immediately made the wise choice to retreat, retreat as far as possible!

"You all …" Wei Yixi's anger soared to the sky.

He originally wanted to rely on his disciples to delay, and then take the opportunity to escape. But now, they all ran away!

Jun Changxiao, who had no disciples blocking his way, rushed forward like an arrow. The Cold Edge Sword that was infused with spirit energy drew a cold sword light.

"Not good …"

"Puchi — — —"

Just as Wei Yixi's heart was filled with a strong sense of crisis, his head flew out and fell in front of the plaque in the courtyard. A line of blood splattered on the three words' Spirit Spring Sect '.

"Patriarch!"

The Spirit Spring Sect disciples stood in place stupidly.

… …

On this day.

A fire suddenly broke out on the Spirit Spring Mountain, burning for a full day and night. The Spirit Spring Sect that occupied the mountain said goodbye to Jianghu.

"Hoo!"

Jun Changxiao, who had descended the mountain, stood on a boulder and took a deep puff of his cigar. Looking at the distant scenery, he whispered, "Why is there no taste of nicotine?"

The system said, "This is an electronic cigarette."

"Damn …"