The people at the foot of the steps looked at the man standing arrogantly, as impassable as a moat, and the blood-colored light that came out of his body shone like the sun, covering the sky and the sun. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You guys, you actually want to get involved in the Cold Moon Pavilion, you are really ignorant."

Jun Qinghan's sleeve robe waved, the long sword suddenly let out a sharp whistling sound, Jun Qinghan rushed into the crowd like a white rainbow, and the long sword in his hand was just like the order of the king of Hades, and where it passed, blood splashed.

Jun Qinghan laughed maniacally, "Just you, you also want to get involved in the Cold Moon Pavilion, it's just a fool's dream, look at yourself, the humble ones are like ants, let me step on the soles of my feet and crush them."

While everyone was shocked, anger grew in their hearts, "Lao Tzu is in the door, and he is also a leader, when he is so insulted, how much stronger can you be compared to us, but the red flag is here to show off his might, the real strong, just one thought, can easily kill you hundreds of times."

"You will eventually become the stepping stone that will establish our reputation for slaughtering", in the chaotic crowd, Jun Qinghan shuttled back and forth, as if entering a no-man's land.

"Everyone unite and attack him with all your might" In the crowd, a disciple suddenly shouted, looking at Jun Qinghan with a chilling anger, "There are thousands of us in number, as long as we keep attacking him all the time, don't say that the red flag is the blue flag, and even the purple flag will be exhausted to death."

When the Dao Qi in the body is exhausted, it is the day when Jun Qinghan's body is pierced by ten thousand swords.

His pupils shrank slightly, Jun Qinghan wielded his long sword, ruthlessly harvesting everyone's lives, blood splashed everywhere he went, and he didn't blink his eyes, "The idea is good, but I, Jun Qinghan, am I extraordinary?"

As he spoke, Jun Qinghan's whole body was shaken by qi and blood, and he pointed at the sky with one finger, and countless whirlpools appeared around him, absorbing the surrounding Dao qi.

Everyone was shocked, "How can he seize the Dao Qi so much, it's too terrifying, no wonder the age of the weak crown has reached such a remarkable realm", looking at the elegant and hideous Jun Qinghan, he was afraid in his heart, and he already had the intention of running away.

The small whirlpool around Jun Qinghan's body gradually merged and condensed, and in the solemn and frightened eyes of everyone, a huge whirlpool was formed, condensed on the top of Jun Qinghan's head, and the surging Dao Qi was like a long river with turbulent ups and downs and cracked banks, forcibly poured into the Baihui acupoint above his head.

The wild Dao Qi swept in Jun Qinghan's body, like a surging river gurgling in Jun Qinghan's body, endlessly, Jun Qinghan's whole body meridians and bones made a sonorous crisp sound, nourishing every corner of the body.

Jun Qinghan's momentum did not increase but decreased, he seemed more and more crazy, his body was full of murderous energy, like thunder, and Jun Qinghan was like a thunder god of war, showing wildness in elegance.

"You, after all, it is a dead end", Jun Qinghan looked at the disciples of the Hundred Pavilions, and said with a smile, like a wild beast, showing its scarlet fangs, roaring at everyone, every sound made everyone feel like a man's back.

In the blood curtain, Jun Qinghan danced elegantly, his body was full of qi, bubbling and flowing, without the slightest tiredness, even if everyone had a heart, their strength was far apart, and they must not hurt Jun Qinghan in the slightest.

On the contrary, Jun Qinghan showed a hideous smile, the long sword was like a colorful practice, waving lightly, and the strange blood behind him fluttered and fell, watering the mandalas on both sides of the stairs.

Immersed in blood, the mandala emits a fragrant fragrance!

When the disciples of the Hundred Pavilion fell in pieces, like crops in a hurricane, they fell down one by one, and the blood in their necks gushed out, crossing an elegant arc in the air, flowing down the 10,000-step ladder.

When the long sword was chaotic, Jun smiled lightly and became more and more evil and bright.

Bright sky, stained with scarlet blood!

Outside the mountain gate of Lengyue Pavilion, the screams were undulating, endless, the body of the sword resounded through the four fields, the long sword was bloody, like a quaint tombstone, when the long sword pointed to whom, the tombstone was for whom.

"Jun Qinghan, you mad demon, you can't die well", looking at the surging anger in Jun Qinghan's eyes, the resentful curse of the Baige disciples, his fists were clenched together, and his pinching was sonorous.

"Who in the world can die well, even if I can't die well, you die under the sword of my king, is it difficult to die a good life?"

"What do you want to do, what do you want to do, what is the enmity with you is Feng Han Pavilion, what is the matter with my Hundred Pavilion, the dignified people are slaughtered, don't you have a little consciousness of being wronged and having a debt?"

Jun Qinghan quickly waved the long sword in his hand, "I, Jun Qinghan, want to slaughter innocents, how can you be me?"

Jun Qinghan shook his sideburns and said with a smile, and the cold light in his hand was even worse......

The screams were as terrible as jackdaws, hovering in the sky above the cold moon, full of unwillingness to remorse, and deep resentment, in order to follow the elders in the pavilion to attack the cold moon pavilion, they racked their brains, hoping to kiss Fang Ze, but they didn't expect that they sent themselves to the Hades Road!

When people die and the lights go out, and all dreams become foolish, how can they not regret it?

In the mountain gate of the Cold Moon Pavilion, listening to the whirling screams, the women's faces turned pale, and they looked at the closed mountain gate worriedly, and their eyebrows furrowed, they didn't know what was the situation outside the mountain gate?

Looking at the gradually spreading blood in the sky, Xiu squeezed his hands tightly, "The life and death of my Cold Moon Pavilion now is on Jun Qinghan alone, if he is defeated, the huge Cold Moon Pavilion will not be able to withstand it for an hour."

Outside the mountain gate, Jun Qinghan's long sword was clear, his eyes were red, and where the soldiers pointed out, there was a corpse, which made the disciples of the Hundred Pavilion frightened, and they couldn't resist at all.

Looking at the blood in the white robe, the hair is like blood, the anger is endless, and the killing intent is continuous!

The disciple of the Hundred Pavilion was trembling, and he couldn't even think of running away, "Bloody Shura, this person is a complete butcher, as if he was born to kill people, and wiping his throat with a sword is like crushing an ant to death."

The Hundred Pavilion Elders who were huddled on the ground looked at Jun Qinghan in bloody clothes, and remorse rose in his heart, "My dignified Hundred Pavilion Alliance, I can't kill a Jun Qinghan, it's really terrifying."

"Kill, he is just a mortal body, even if the Tao Qi is endless, there will be a time when his physical strength will be exhausted."

Curled up as the Hundred Pavilion Elders, looking at the Hundred Pavilion disciples who had no power to resist after being slaughtered, they shouted in grief, "Among these disciples, there are many outstanding people in the Pavilion, but they were crushed to death by Jun Qinghan like ants."

A word suddenly woke everyone up!

The thousands of people outside the mountain gate became resolute in their eyes, "Let your king be cold and powerful, devouring Dao Qi is like sucking the sea and weeping rainbows, but there are always times when people are tired, one person can shake seven thousand people, and I still don't believe that your body is made of iron."

Jun Qinghan's blood-colored hair flew wildly in the air, looking up to the sky and roaring, the muscles around his body were tense, full of explosive force, and his skin was bronzed, as strong as molten iron.

"Today, I will open your eyes!"

Jun Qinghan's eyes were scarlet, and he looked at the people who raised his troops with contempt, his words were crazy, and he suddenly put the long sword in his hand into the ring, and his palms were clenched into fists, like two golden hammers and a pair of iron arms, just like the backbone of heaven and earth.

Jun Qinghan's bones all over his body were sonorous and crisp, and his body was emaciated, but it was like an erupting volcano, and a pair of iron fists gradually became blood-red......

"Bang!"

A punch slammed into the head of the Baige disciple, the bones shattered, in the eyes of everyone, the skull shattered, the man's brain burst out, and the head received a huge impact, and it was torn off directly from the neck!

Before he could scream, he fell to the ground in horror.

The eyes of the disciples of the Hundred Pavilion shrank sharply, and they looked at the man who was as domineering as Yue, as if they were in a deep quagmire, and felt great horror.

Many people withdrew their troops one after another, but it was still too late, watching the long soldiers slash towards Jun Qinghan's head, but there was a shadow of despair in their hearts.

I saw that my fist turned into a palm, looking at the sword soldiers around me, I smiled contemptuously, my palms were golden yellow, and the golden light was clear, and I grabbed the long sword around my body.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the long sword was easily kneaded like a ribbon in Jun Qinghan's hand, and the long knife that slashed at Jun Qinghan was directly smashed into pieces by a pair of iron fists.

Thousands of weapons were recklessly blended into a big iron ball by Jun Qinghan, his arms shook, and the iron ball flew into the air and rolled down the 10,000-step ladder......

The disciple of the Hundred Pavilion, looking at Jun Qinghan, who was comparable to Jin Tie, was stunned, and a huge wave set off in his heart, "A person's physique, can he be so strong?"

"In the world, who dares to kill my Jun Qinghan!"

The blood-clothed man looked arrogant, his figure shuttled through the crowd, his iron fist waved, making a sonorous sound, countless brains burst out, and outside the mountain gate of the Cold Moon Pavilion, Jun Qinghan was like a huge meat grinder.

Thunder quenches the body, and Jun Qinghan's body is like a golden stone!

Moreover, the dragon body of the reverse world is not only the strength of the dragon body, but now, the power contained in Jun Qinghan's body is far beyond that of ordinary iron.

Outside the mountain gate of the Cold Moon Pavilion, Jun Qinghan is a moving butcher knife, no one under his fist has the slightest luck, that pair of golden iron fists seem to be able to shake the heavens and the earth.

The Hundred Pavilion Elders who were huddled on the ground were completely cold!

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Under the 10,000-step stairs, the 3,000 people gathered surrounded the entire mountain, and even a mosquito could not escape in the slightest.

Elder Baige's face was slightly solemn, "It's been more than half a day, why haven't there been any news from these old guys? Could it be that there was an accident on the way?"

"Look, Elder!"

Suddenly, a disciple shouted, pointing to the steps ahead.

The elder turned his head and chuckled in his heart, on the 10,000-step steps, there was blood flowing down, looking at the 10,000-step stairs that continued to rise, his face turned pale, "Without thousands of blood, it is impossible to flow through the 10,000-step stairs."

And Leng Yue, but hundreds of people!

"How is this possible, the great array of the Cold Moon Pavilion is already broken, but it is impossible for hundreds of female streamers to kill thousands of people from the Hundred Pavilion Alliance", all the elders looked shocked!

"Rumbling...... Rumble!"

When they were stunned, the pupils of the elders under the mountain shrank, and they only saw a huge iron ball, rolling down the stairs......