Outside the concubine's grave.

When the young man known as Jun Moxiao, who was holding a silver spear above the nightmare god of war, appeared, he quickly entered the battlefield in just a few breaths, and lay in front of the people of the three sects and five mansions.

The young man's expression was slightly condensed, and after his gaze swept over Wang Xiao, he fell on the people of the three sects and five mansions, and laughed loudly: "When did the three sects and five mansions dare to bully my people from the Qingtian Martial Mansion so blatantly?

Looking at the young man who was standing above the nightmare god of war at this moment, holding a spear hanging on his head, in a white robe like snow, and hunting in a red cloak, the people of the three sects and five prefectures all narrowed their eyes, and there was an unkind look in their eyes.

Jun Mo smiled...... I didn't expect you to be alive. Do you remember the shame of my Heavenly Dao Sect three years ago?"

A martial saint old man of the Heavenly Dao Sect frowned and spoke, his eyes full of coldness.

"The Heavenly Dao Sect, which is high up, how can there ever be a shame?"

Jun Moxiao's eyes were as cold as a sword, and he stared at the old man of the Heavenly Dao Sect coldly, "It's rare that you can still recognize me when you see me today." Back then, if it weren't for your Heavenly Dao Sect using that cheap woman to make a game, how could I have had my Jun Mo Xiao defeat the Taixuan Domain for three years? What means do you want to use today to deal with my disciples of the Qingtian Martial Mansion?"

"Lin Huang killed the people of my three sects and five mansions, the evidence is conclusive, how can I say that the means? What's more, this son is a heavenly Shura, and he will definitely become a great demon one day. If we kill him, we are really doing justice for the common people!"

The Martial Saint Old Man of the Heavenly Dao Sect said impassionedly.

"The righteousness of the people?"

Jun Mo smiled and frowned, "Then you have to ask about the spear in my hand first!"

"Jun Mo laughs, you don't want to be rampant. I haven't seen you for three years, how powerful can you be? Three years ago, you were like a lost dog, and you were defeated in the Taixuan Domain. It's only been three years, and you want to turn the sky upside down? Don't ask me if the three sects and five mansions agree or not!"

The Martial Saint Old Man of the Heavenly Dao Sect said coldly.

Jun Moxiao suddenly showed a smile on his face, no longer paying attention to the Martial Saint of the Heavenly Dao Sect, his eyes swept over the people in front of him one by one, and then turned his head to look at Lu Donghuang, and said: "City Lord Lu, the old dog Mo Xiao of the Saint King Realm can't beat it, but this group of Martial Saints will be handed over to me!"

"Good!"

Lu Donghuang nodded silently.

"Arrogance!"

There are martial saints in the three sects and five mansions, and they are full of murderous energy.

Jun Mo smiled and dusted off his clothes and chuckled, his arm shook slightly, causing the head on the silver-white spear to turn into powder, "No more, no less, exactly fourteen martial saints." I have fourteen shots, exactly one shot per person!"

As he spoke, Jun Moxiao suddenly flew up from above the Nightmare God of War, and the spear in his hand was like a dragon, killing the three sects and five mansions.

Behind everyone, Lin Huang, who was clapping the ancient coffin with his hand, looked at Jun Moxiao, who was like a peerless general, and frowned slightly. I saw the latter carrying a gun, like a dragon rampant, white clothes and silver guns, red cloaks hunting, hidden invincible.

And at this moment, the people of the three sects and five mansions also killed Jun Moxiao.

"Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you......! Boy Tour!"

In the battlefield of the open and closed storms, Jun Moxiao held a spear in his hand, swept through the Eight Desolations, and when the words fell, the spear in his hand was like a young dragon soaring, and the sharp shadow of the spear crossed the territory for dozens of miles, and it actually directly penetrated the head of a martial saint, and killed it in the sky with a bang.

After one shot, the faces of the people of the three sects and five mansions changed, and they only felt a strong pressure coming, shocking the entire battlefield.

In the void, Jun Mo smiled and turned his head, carrying a spear in one hand, looking down at the people of the three sects and five mansions, his eyes were slightly cold, "If he succeeds in Ling Yunzhi one day, a sea will fill up millions of corpses!" The second shot...... Lingyunzhi!"

Jun Mo's joke did not fall, and the spear in his hand swept away, setting off an endless storm in an instant. And in the midst of that storm, a martial saint had been picked by Jun Moxiao's spear, and a hole appeared in his chest, and blood flew sideways......

The faces of the three sects and the five mansions were horrified.

They never expected that in less than three years, Jun Moxiao would have come to the position of Martial Saint.

What's even more terrifying is that the two people who died in the same martial saint realm were killed by Jun Moxiao with a shot without the slightest power to resist.

The legendary return of the Taixuan Domain back then was really terrifying and terrifying.

"Kill him!"

Among the three sects and five mansions, there was a martial saint who roared, which instantly attracted everyone to attack at the same time, and by covering a hundred miles of territory, he roared towards Jun Moxiao and killed, vowing that the latter could not avoid it and die under the wild bombardment.

In the battlefield, Jun Moxiao's white clothes were like snow, and the red cloak was like blood, he looked up at the overwhelming attack and killing methods, and the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled out a smile, and then Jun Moxiao's murderous aura suddenly vented out, like a wild dragon out of the sea, only between breaths, the latter shot three times in a row.

"Tens of thousands of miles out of the West Gate, the Duti people hung their clothes on their heads!The third shot...... Hang up the clothes!"

"Sauvignon Blanc and long memory, Sauvignon Blanc is infinite!Fourth shot...... Sauvignon Blanc!"

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, don't smile, thousands of troops avoid white robes!The fifth shot ...... Avoid white robes!"

On the battlefield, the bombardment is like thunder. And when Jun Moxiao fired three shots in a row, he actually made all the sweeping attacks retreat. The power of the spear drawn out by one shot is like a tiger roaring in the eight wildernesses, like thousands of troops and horses sweeping across the battlefield, and like the ancient spear fairy slaughtering into the array of ten thousand armies, after cutting the general and capturing the flag, he dragged the gun back.

And when Jun Moxiao finished the three shots, the people of the three sects and five mansions were all shocked.

I saw Jun Moxiao holding a head in his hand, a head hanging on top of a silver-white spear, and a martial saint who was directly hammered out of his head, kneeling on the blood-soaked battlefield.

On the edge of the battlefield, Wang Xiao looked at the scene in front of him, dumbfounded.

Bai Xiaopang was also stunned.

Lin Huang's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes fell tightly on Jun Moxiao's body, his heart full of doubts.

White.

Red Shawl.

Silver Gun.

It was so familiar, and it gave him a sense of déjà vu. And the fourteen shots in the latter's mouth are only one word different from the thirteen shots in Lin Changtian's mouth. Jun Moxiao disappeared from the Taixuan Domain for three years, where did he go?

In the battlefield, Jun Moxiao threw away the head in his hand with one hand, wiped the blood on the head of the gun, and pursed his lips and smiled, which seemed to be gentle, but it made everyone in the three sects and five mansions feel cold.

Today's Jun Moxiao, in their eyes, is like a wild dog turning over and becoming a dragon of heaven and earth.

"Are you scared?"

Jun Moxiao smiled lightly, and then his face suddenly turned cold, "That can't escape a dead word!"

As he spoke, Jun Moxiao suddenly raised his gun and rushed out, like a silver dragon rushing into the array of millions of troops, invincible.

"A green dragon leads ten thousand horses, and His Royal Highness does not bend his knees......! Chaotianzi!"

The hatred of the people of the three sects and five mansions has increased greatly, and things have developed to such a point that they can only continue to die. Therefore, they can only rush out, such as the primeval demon beast with angry eyes, and slaughtering Jun Mo in all directions.

"Why don't you take a Wu hook and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures! The seventh shot...... Wanhu Hou!"

In the bloody battlefield, Jun Mo's lazy and arrogant laughter sounded. And with his voice, in the sword mountain and sword sea that overflowed the void, two heads were thrown high into the clouds.

On the edge of the battlefield, Wang Xiao and the others were completely stunned.

At this moment, Jun Moxiao is like a white-clothed god of war, wherever a silver spear goes, invincible in the world. As if the latter had a spear in his hand, even if a million troops were lined up, he could still capture the thief and capture the king without a trace of blood!

The corners of Lin Huang's mouth twitched, at this moment, he felt that if he practiced guns before, it seemed to be a good choice!

......

The battle outside the concubine's grave, because of the appearance of Jun Moxiao alone, turned the tide of the battle. Without the interference of many martial saints, Xuanji alone against the two great saint kings did not fall behind.

The Holy King of the Great Sun God Sect was stared at to death by Pei Xiufu in secret.

The remaining one confronted Lu Donghuang.

Rumble!

However, at this moment, there was a loud bang between heaven and earth.

Everyone stared at the ground, only to see that on the ground outside the concubine's tomb, a bronze mountain as high as a hundred feet suddenly fell, and the breath of suppression of eternity was exuded all over the body, so that everyone in this place was prostrate on the ground, and did not dare to breathe and panting.

And under the bronze giant mountain, Zhao Tianjia was still suppressed, leaving only his head outside.

Looking at the scene in the distance, Bai Xiaopang and the others all changed their complexions.

Zhao Tianjia's condition, Bai Xiaopang couldn't be clearer...... The latter dragged on for so long, and in the end it was finally seen through by King Yueren!

In an instant, Bai Xiaopang fell into the abyss.

Lin Huang frowned, speeding up the unsealing of the trapped dragon nail on the ancient coffin.

On the bronze giant mountain, King Yueren stared at Zhao Tianjia, who was suppressed below, with a monstrous anger in his heart. He didn't expect that Zhao Tianjia would be at the end of his crossbow as early as yesterday's battle, but he had deceived himself for so long and played himself around.

"Immortal Emperor of Thieves, this time, it depends on whether you are dead or not!"

King Yue Ren sneered, and his figure slaughtered down from the sky, and stepped down towards Zhao Tianjia's head with one foot.

"Ahem......"

Zhao Tianjia spat blood in his mouth, but his face was full of mockery, "Death is death, the old man has stolen too many things like Cangtian, and he should return it......"

“...... But it seems like I can't die!"

Zhao Tianjia was halfway through his words, and then changed his meaning, only to see him twist his head with difficulty, squinting at the far distance of heaven and earth.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth suddenly roared!

There is no strong man in the world.

I don't hear a sound that resounds through the heavens and the earth.

But there is a sword aura like a dragon, coming from 30,000 miles across the country......