Elder Baige, sad and powerless, looked at his disciples, ruthlessly beheaded by Jun Qinghan, like wielding a knife to cut cabbage, his heart was sad and resentful, and he couldn't help but cry. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Tens of thousands of people in the Hundred Pavilion Sect were defeated by one person.

For a while, I couldn't help but hate Jun Qinghan, and even Jun Qinghan's former Fenghan Pavilion was extremely resentful.

Jun Qinghan danced wildly in the crowd and painted the halberd, like a world-famous overlord, and the halberd was even more like a pillar of heaven, crushing towards the disciples of the Hundred Pavilions, and the sound of the bones of the whole body shattering, like a powerful ghost, resounded all over the foot of the Cold Moon Mountain.

An hour later, Jun Qinghan wore a bloody coat and dragged his halberd upside down, approaching the elders who were huddled on the ground.

"You guys, look cool?"

"Jun Qinghan, you butcher, you will definitely be executed by my Red Maple Hundred Pavilion Ling Chi", the elders gritted their teeth, looking at the three thousand corpses lying behind Jun Qinghan, their eyes were split.

"Ling Chi, are you choosing your own way of dying?" Jun Qing Hansen laughed coldly, and then the wind surged and threw the elders outside the mountain gate of the Cold Moon Pavilion.

Looking at the Baige Elder who was crawling on the soles of his feet, his demeanor disappeared completely, and Jun Qinghan hooked his sideburns with evil charm, "Jun Qinghan will do what he says, if you touch the cold moon, you will die, can you believe it now?"

As soon as the words fell, the corpses of the disciples of the Hundred Pavilion were suddenly thrown into the air by Jun Qinghan and left at the foot of the Cold Moon Mountain, where tens of thousands of people were stacked into a mountain of corpses, and blood was gurgling below.

"Hmph...... Monarch...... Jun Qinghan, don't be arrogant", Elder Baige's face distorted, and he said intermittently: "Do you really think that you can walk out of this Cold Moon Mountain Gate and out of this Red Maple Mountain Range?"

"Isn't it strange, why have you sent out the message for so long, and the Red Maple Hundred Pavilion really doesn't have anyone to help?" Jun Qinghan took out the Hidden Heaven Blade and blew on the blade.

Elder Baige's face was stunned, and his heart was completely cold, "I didn't expect that invisibly, Jun Qinghan had already cut off the transmission of information", Elder Baige's face was as cold as ashes, and the little hope in his heart was completely extinguished.

"The kid is rampant, my Red Maple Hundred Pavilion has a profound heritage, how can you be a yellow-haired boy who can shake it with your hands?" said the Hundred Pavilion Elder with a fierce expression.

"At least, your current life and death are in my hands", Jun Qinghan flipped his palm, took out the Hidden Heaven Blade, and walked towards the Elder of the Hundred Pavilion......

"Ah...... Jun Qinghan, you ...... What do you dare to do, stop!"

The Elder of the Hundred Pavilion shouted, watching Jun Qinghan look harmless on his thighs, slicing off the flesh and blood, revealing the white bones of the forest, and the blade of the hidden sky slid on the white bones, carving out rows of boys.

"Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated, Jun Qinghan, if you have the ability, you will kill us with one sword, what kind of hero is this!"

"Hero?" Jun smiled coldly and desolately, "In troubled times, only heroes have a hard life, and the lone hero is rampant. The hero is short of breath, as slight as an ant, and the hero is dominant, stealing the world", the blade of the hidden sky slapped on the elder's old face, "You say, am I a hero, or a hero?"

"What the hell do you want to do?"

The old man's voice became extremely poignant.

"You old guys, what can you do?" Jun Qinghan smiled, the Hidden Heaven Blade was still carving on the white bones!

"Squeak!"

The door of Cold Moon Mountain slowly opened, and all the women looked at the environment in front of them, and turned their heads and vomited. In front of him, there was a piece of blood, and there was still blood flowing on the 10,000-step stairs, Jun Qinghan was dressed in blood, looking extremely hideous, the white bones of the elders of the Hundred Pavilions, and the pieces of flesh and blood that flew down.

Leng Peiyao walked out of the mountain gate, her brows furrowed slightly, and then she walked towards the Hundred Pavilion Elders with an indifferent expression, "Elders, it's okay, is it really that I have no one in Leng Yue?"

Elder Baige looked at the arrogant woman with resentment, anger rose from his heart, and he was about to curse vicious words, but the Hidden Heaven Blade was coldly slicing on his body, stirring his nerves.

"Shhh

Elder Baige was in pain, and he was suddenly unable to say anything.

"Qinghan, forget it, just kill them", after a long time, Leng Peiyao said a little unbearable, after all, she is a woman, and she does not have Jun Qinghan's iron heart.

Jun Qinghan immediately put away his knife, kicked his elders aside, stood up and said in a low voice to Leng Peiyao: "Mother, I'm leaving!"

Leng Peiyao's body shook slightly, her face turned pale, and then a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she reached out to wipe the blood on Jun Qinghan's face, "Go ahead, do what you have to do, and kill all the people who should be killed."

"Mother......

"Remember, no matter how much of you admire or are heinous, I want you to live well, and no one is missing, understand?" Leng Peiyao stopped Jun Qinghan's words and forced a smile.

Jun Qinghan's face was stunned, and he nodded solemnly.

"Let's go!" Leng Peiyao turned around and said.

Jun Qinghan immediately knelt down, bowed three times and knocked nine times, and then stiffened his body, and lifted the Baige Elder to the sky, his voice was extremely low, "Mother, Qinghan is gone, I will temporarily seal the Leng Yue Mountain Gate, lest he have forces to attack again in the future."

As he spoke, Jun Qinghan dressed in blood and stepped into the clouds.

After Jun Qinghan left, Leng Peiyao slid through two lines of tears, and looked at the slightly lonely figure in the blood in a daze......

Flying into the sky, Jun Qinghan's wrist flipped, and tens of thousands of jade pieces flew down the mountain range, forming three powerful formations:

Buckle the pulse!

Septic Array!

Kill the Body!

The three formations were superimposed, completely enveloping the mountain peak that stood in the Cold Moon Pavilion, and then the dragon path qi surging all over the body, using the dragon clan's secret technique, erasing the mountain peak from the Red Maple Mountain Range.

The Cold Moon Pavilion disappeared without a trace.

It wasn't until half a day later that dozens of figures appeared in the sky above the original Cold Moon Pavilion, looking down with a puzzled expression, and there was no Cold Moon Pavilion in sight, "How is this possible, who appeared in the Cold Moon Pavilion?"

"Cloud Turning Pavilion Master, you're here too, what do you think about this?"

In the air, the yellow-robed old man, who was about sixty a year, looked at the red-robed man in front of him and said worriedly.

"I'm afraid, the people of my Hundred Pavilions have been wiped out", the old man in red said gloomily, he was the head of the Cloud Turning Pavilion, but he was not the master of the Cloud Turning Pavilion three years ago.

Three years ago, since the four dragon guards appeared at the top of Feng Han, Chen Bing whipped the pavilion masters of the Hundred Pavilions with his own strength, all the pavilion masters were either dead or disabled, and almost all the Red Maple Hundred Pavilion pavilion masters were replaced by old masters.

"Who is it that has such power to erase the Cold Moon Pavilion from the Red Maple Mountain Range."

"This ......"

The red-robed old man hesitated slightly.

"Knock...... Boom...... Boom!"

Before the words started, the sky above the Red Maple Mountain Range suddenly sounded the magic sound bell, first a magic sound bell, followed by two mouthfuls, three mouthfuls...... Ten mouthfuls, twenty mouthfuls...... 100 mouths!

Hundreds of magic bells rang one after another, and a huge roaring sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, sweeping in the Red Maple Mountain Range, roaring like a huge wave, making a huge roaring sound, stirring the wind and clouds in all directions.

The faces of all the heads changed drastically, and they turned around one after another, flying towards their own sects.

When the magic sound bell rings, something big must have happened, and the bell of the hundred pavilions rang at the same time, which was even more terrifying.

On the square outside the main hall of Xiaoyun Pavilion, the disciple who was training looked up, only to see a black spot in the sky moving, falling rapidly, and immediately frowned, moving in all directions, leaving a clearing.

"Bang!"

I only heard a loud noise, and the bluestone slabs in the square cracked inch by inch, and what fell was like mud, but it was a corpse.

The disciples walked over nervously, turned over the corpse, looked at the blurred and frightened faces, and were immediately shocked, "Ge ...... Elder Ge, didn't he lead the elite in the pavilion to exterminate the Cold Moon Pavilion?"

"Quick, report to the master!"

For a long time, in the Xiaoyun Pavilion, the mighty magic sound resounded.

The green-robed old man wore a golden crown on his head, looking at Elder Ge like mud, his face was pale, and his dry hands were sonorous.

"Master, there are words here!"

A disciple pointed to the exposed white bones of Elder Ge's thigh and said sharply.

When I opened my eyes, the handwriting was three points into the bones, strong and murderous, like a hideous beast opening its scarlet mouth, and when it entered the eyes, the handwriting was slightly red:

Blood Chill Post!

"Keng!" only to hear a crisp sound, the Xiaoyun Pavilion Lord grabbed Elder Ge's thigh, his heart was angry and his claws were too hard, directly crushing Elder Ge's thigh.

Thousand-day festival, red maple as the tomb; funeral of a hundred pavilions, the country is killed!

- People slaughter, Jun Qinghan!

The sharp characters kept circling in his mind, lingering, and the Lord of Xiaoyun Pavilion had a hideous face, and a monstrous anger rose, "Jun Qinghan, I will definitely crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

Not only Xiaoyun Pavilion, but also the sect where the Red Maple and White Hundred Pavilion remnants besieged Cold Moon Pavilion had a corpse falling, and the white bones were engraved with blood cold stickers.

And Feng Han Pavilion also received a blood cold post:

The wind is light and the clouds are light, the vast field is thousands of miles, just when Fenghan Pavilion is ready for everything and preparing for the battle of Jun Qinghan, in the long sky, a killing intent is revealed, and a post flies towards Fenghan Palace.

In the hall, Feng Hanjue frowned slightly, and flew up......

"Zheng!"

I only heard a sonorous sound, and the pitch-black post was like a sharp sword, piercing through gold and iron, and inserted on the plaque of "Feng Han Palace", when Feng Han flew out of the main hall, the plaque just fell.

Feng Hanjue swung his fist, the Dao Qi opened and closed, the plaque suddenly shattered, the pitch-black post was pinched in his hand, looking at the material of the blood cold post, Feng Hanjue suddenly chuckled in his heart, "It's so deep skill, it's like shooting cotton into gold and iron", looking at the void, his pupils shrank.

"Ahahaha......"

In the void, there was a maniacal laughter, containing boundless anger and infinite hatred, "Feng Hanjue, do you know that there are still a few days left in the Thousand Days Festival?"

Feng Hanjue's expression was shocked, and he immediately flew into the air, but he didn't catch any breath of the comer, looking at the post in his hand, his arm shook, and immediately turned into powder, and he didn't look at it from beginning to end.

Silent in my heart, the Thousand Days Festival, there are still three days!

He still has three days to prepare!

The Lingxiao City Inn was in the middle, Ye Yinxue looked at Jun Qinghan stubbornly, "This time, I must go!"

"No, at the beginning, I swore that I would kill Fenghan Pavilion with my own strength", Jun Qinghan looked at the charming Ye Yinxue and said categorically.

"What about the Red Maple Hundred Pavilion, you didn't say anything," Ye Yinxue turned her head and said.

"This ......" Jun Qinghan, hesitated slightly, and sighed after a long time, "Yinxue, I don't want my woman to be hurt in the slightest", said and hugged Ye Yinxue into his arms.

Ye Yinxue's delicate body trembled slightly, and after a long time, she said softly: "I'm not going!"

............

Three days later, the magic sound of the Red Maple Hundred Pavilion was mighty!

Thousands of miles in the sky, there were several blood-red characters, amounting to more than thousands, extremely depressed and killing:

"Parents sacrifice, blood slaughter!"