The sect master is a high-ranking monk in the god transformation period, the face of the sect, and a god-like existence in the hearts of his disciples.

But such a big man was blown up by a finger bullet under his own eyes, turning into a blood mist, and there was not even scum left!

"Impossible!"

"The powerful Sect Master will not die!"

“......”

A group of disciples were shocked, their minds were in a trance, and their shocked faces were full of horror.

The middle-aged monk's teeth chattered, and his originally passionate and proud heart was completely shattered.

He couldn't even see how Wang Changfeng beside him was hit, so the opponent was not something he could compete with.

No wonder Elder Taishang hurriedly came back and roared into retreat, what kind of existence did he provoke!

At this moment, the middle-aged monk even ignored the jealousy and hatred of Xiao Chen in his mind, because the two sides were not of the same magnitude, they were unreachable existences, and they didn't even dare to curse!

He cursed Yang Tianding frantically in his heart, it was his greed that provoked a strong enemy and killed the sect master.

Even, the Iron Fist Sect will follow in the footsteps of the Changhe Sect and be removed from the cultivation realm from now on!

A thousand-year-old inheritance will be destroyed in one fell swoop.

As a person who has lived in the sect for hundreds of years and regards the sect as his home, it is like a broken family.

Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "Do it!"

"Yes!"

"Whew~!"

The two of them, one spirit and one wolf, pounced excitedly towards the crowd.

The target of the fire is the Yuan Infant Monk, and as long as he is hit by a powerful spiritual arrow, the Yuan Infant Monk's consciousness will appear for a short time.

In an instant, the primordial spirit will be able to take the opportunity to enter the sea of knowledge.

In a contest that is not a level, Yuan Ying will not even be devoured if he struggles, and become the nourishment for recovery from the fire.

Not to be left behind, Gou Yu exploded his strength to the limit for the first time, and his flexible figure flickered rapidly among the Jindan monks.

Like a real wolf entering a flock, every time he probes his claws, it will be accompanied by a scream.

When the claws of the flickering cold light were withdrawn, an extra golden pill would appear in the claws, and it would be swallowed greedily into the stomach.

Yang Changsheng and Jiang Yifeng, with the assistance of the best spiritual weapons, also showed their might.

Under the shackles of the immortal rope, the Jindan monk could not break free at all, and every time he slashed or stabbed a shot, he would reap a life.

The disciples of the Iron Fist Sect were frightened when they witnessed the shock of the sect master being killed.

From time to time, the screams of the same door sounded in their ears, and one by one they no longer had the heart to fight, and some even turned around and ran away.

The middle-aged monk looked at the screaming disciples who were fleeing in all directions in a daze, and a thought inexplicably appeared in his mind: people's hearts are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.

His voice trembled and said, "You~ You are the devil!"

The corners of Xiao Chen's lips rose, and his eyes were full of disdain: "As a thousand-year-old sect, have you done less to raid the family and exterminate the clan? Once upon a time, did you ever think that there would be today?"

Alas~, if you come out to mix, you have to pay it back!"

Faint words echoed in his mind, and scenes of long-term memories appeared in his eyes.

Those families that were wiped out by them, those unwilling and angry struggles and roars!

The scenes are so similar to the current situation.

Perhaps, he is right, and he must always pay back .......

A touch of sadness rose in the middle-aged monk's heart, and he clearly knew that he would not be able to leave alive today.

The Iron Fist Sect has three thousand disciples, but the other party only has a few people, and it is impossible to kill them all.

Those disciples in the Qi cultivation period, and even in the foundation building period, had a chance to live, but he didn't.

As one of the many god-transforming cultivators of the Iron Fist Sect, the pillar of the sect, the other party will never allow him to live!

The despair in my heart seemed to have weakened even the fear a little.

Looking up at the young man in front of him, he smiled miserably: "The old man has been practicing in the Iron Fist Sect for three hundred years, and his immediate relatives have long passed away, and he regards this place as his home. If you really die here today, you will have a home. ”

The middle-aged man's gaze gradually became resolute, his body was churning, and his fist rippled under the infusion of spiritual yuan power.

He shouted in a low voice: "Come to war!"

The low shouts of battle resounded in the messy battlefield, and the panicked monks turned their heads to watch as if they had found the backbone of the heart.

Seeing the self-patriarch churning with fighting intent all over his body, and his upright posture to deal with the enemy, a heroic feeling inexplicably rose in his heart.

Suddenly, a disciple who was frightened and wanted to run away came back to his senses, and his panicked face showed determination.

He raised the blade in his hand and shouted, "Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

“......”

For a while, the disciples who fled like a rout stabilized their minds in the passionate atmosphere, and the passionate momentum spread within the sect.

The roar of killing resounded throughout the world!

"Uh~!"

Jiang Yifeng and Yang Changsheng glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but froze under the momentum of thousands of people shouting at the same time.

Jiang Yifeng stood solemnly, although he was in a hostile relationship, his eyes still showed admiration: "It is worthy of being a second-rate sect that has been inherited for thousands of years, and the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect are all good sons and daughters with iron bones!"

"The human heart is available!"

The middle-aged man looked at the disciple who had swept away the decadence and was like a rainbow, nodded with satisfaction, and the expression on his face became more heroic!

When the sect master is dead and the dragons are leaderless, as long as he can lead him and not seek to kill the enemy, as long as he can resist the invasion and keep the sect inheritance, it will be a great achievement!

After the war, with his prestige in the eyes of his disciples to boost morale in danger and enhance his prestige, he took over the position of sect master!

Often, danger goes hand in hand with opportunity!

The eyes of the middle-aged man who was originally like ashes and holding a mortal heart lit up, and the momentum on his body also changed.

Although the momentum is still majestic and exciting, there is no mortal heart in the excitement.

After the war, I gathered the disciples again, and with a wave of my arms, the position of the sect master is not in the bag!

The more the middle-aged man thought about it, the more excited he became, and the corners of his eyes curled.

Adhering to the principle that the enemy does not move and I do not move, we will fight from afar.

Thousands of disciples of the Iron Fist Sect, as long as they resist a little, when they have finished killing and their anger is gone, they may retreat.

Xiao Chen saw the other party's triumphant appearance, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.

Dashing the other party's hopes has always been what he is best at.

Slowly raised his arm with a smile, his slender fingers bent.

When the middle-aged monk saw the other party's intention to make trouble, his eyes immediately froze, and the momentum on his body rose to the extreme, and all kinds of talisman magic weapons came out.

"Block, you must block! As long as you block this blow, the position of the sect master will be mine!"

Flick your crooked fingers.

The middle-aged monk didn't even sense any spiritual power fluctuations, and the talisman treasures blocking him exploded instantly.

Boom!

In front of everyone's eyes, a brilliant blood mist exploded.

Forehead~

The excited disciples couldn't help but stagnate, and they instantly dropped to a low point.

Gou Yu turned his head, squinted his eyes and said mockingly: "Hey, that human, those iron-clad golden pills in your mouth have run away." ”

(End of chapter)