Uncle Clan, what should I do? Then Zhao Wujiang is chasing closer and closer."

Some of the five people who fled from the Qin clan cried out:

"Most of the Qin Shan clan brothers also died under this son, clan uncle, how can we escape from this heavy snow?"

The bearded man Qin Wen's breath was sluggish, and the blood stained his green shirt black, and he gasped and said:

"Stop him with the waters of chaos! Be sure to stop him!

As long as I leave the Kunlun realm, I will let him die without a place to be buried, and I will crush his bones and scatter ashes!"

Looking at Zhao Wujiang, who was gradually rushing not far away, Qin Wen let out another loud roar:

"Kun Wuzi, I know you're watching, quickly open the Kunlun Realm and let me leave!"

On the top of the East Nine Mountains in Kunlun, the old man of the Kunlun Relic Clan who was standing on the mirror of the Kunlun Divine Mirror frowned, and the children of the clan beside him called softly:

"Third Elder, with so many people watching, there's no way we can let this Qin Wen be killed, right?"

"Humph!" The third elder Kun Wuzi snorted coldly: "I was crushed by bullying the juniors, and now I am embarrassed to speak."

His face was cold, but he still tapped his fingers on the mirror, and the mirror immediately spread like water waves, rippling in circles.

In the territory of Kunlun, the children of the Qin clan took out one vial after another, and the bottles contained jet-black viscous liquid, which was the water of chaos that Zhao Wujiang had seen under the Zhaoling.

The vials were thrown out one after another, shattering in the air, the water of chaos smashed towards Zhao Wujiang, Qin Wen's face was hideous, and a circle of ripples like water waves spread behind him.

Zhao Wujiang waved his hand to stir up the wind and snow to repel the chaotic water, and the black viscous liquid dripped onto the snow, and the white snow was quickly corroded into a deep pit more than three zhang long and four zhang wide, blocking his way forward.

"Zhao Wujiang, when you walk out of the Kunlun realm, it will be when you die in Huangquan!" Qin Wen, the powerhouse of the Qin clan, had a cold brow, roared angrily, and then stepped into the ripples behind him, and his figure was about to disappear.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were yin and yang, the heavens and the earth seemed to cool down in an instant, and the snowflakes that fell around him quickly turned into ice crystals.

"Roar!"

There was a roar, and no one heard it except Zhao Wujiang.

On the top of the Nine Mountains in the east of Kunlun, the sky was gray and white, and a huge turtle head poked out of the white clouds, and then the beetle snake hissed, stepping on the clouds and mist, and swooping towards Qin Wen in the Kunlun Divine Mirror.

The wind around them became more and more howling, and the people who were watching the mirror did not know why.

On the mountainside, in a wooden house, the firewood crackled, the decoction was boiling on the iron frame, and an old man with green wood hair was looking through the ancient books of animal skins, as if he had a feeling, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were as white as the wind and snow, there was no variegated color, and he spoke hoarsely:

"Xuanwu?"

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a young man yelled:

"Oh no, patriarch, the divine tree in the clan that is related to the sacred tree has appeared abnormal, and half of it has turned into mustard powder."

In the realm of Kunlun, Qin Wen had a cruel smile on his face, and more than half of his body had melted into the ripples.

Suddenly, the wind and snow flew between heaven and earth, and the snowflakes turned into sharp swords, he frowned, and was just about to wonder, an invisible blue light swept by, and his right arm disappeared in an instant, as if it was torn apart by something, the wound was connected to the flesh fascia, and blood gushed out.

He froze for a second, then let out a heart-rending wail.

"Ahhhh Zhao Wujiang!"

His body melted into the ripples and disappeared into the world.

Outside Kunlun, Qin Wen's body flashed out, and together with it, there was a heart-rending and irrepressible roar of pain, he kept wailing on the watery mirror, and his body trembled.

The onlookers gasped and were shocked, but no one dared to step forward, and they all stayed away from Qin Wen like a snake and scorpion.

"Didn't Qin Wen escape? Why did the right arm suddenly explode at the end? It was like a beam of light from the sky that tore straight open his arm."

"You say, if he were half a step slower, would his whole body be torn apart?"

「. This is too terrifying, isn't it?

？ Isn't it impossible to use martial arts cultivation in the territory of Kunlun?"

"I don't know."

「.」

The three elders of the Kunlun Relic Clan, Kun Wuzi's old eyes were cloudy, his eyes narrowed, staring at the scene reflected in the Kunlun Divine Mirror, at this moment Zhao Wujiang was looking up at the sky, his eyes were black and white, but the intention of killing was strong, as if he was asking why he came to the rescue.

He couldn't help shuddering, only thinking that he was thinking too much, and then commanded in a cold voice:

"Take the guests of the Qin Clan down to heal!"

The Kunlun people said yes and took away the wailing Qin Wen.

In the territory of Kunlun, the four Qin clansmen who had not yet had time to escape fell to their knees one after another, bowing down to Zhao Wujiang.

Although the ripples had not yet dissipated, they were just one step away, but they did not dare to act rashly, and what happened to the bearded man Qin Wen just now was still vivid.

"Senpai. This matter has nothing to do with us. Please raise your noble hand!"

Zhao Wujiang's face was cold, and he said, "Life and death are up to fame! Of the four people, only two can get out!"

As soon as the words fell, the four people who knelt down were all stunned, and then their eyes were fierce, of course, not against Zhao Wujiang, but at the clansmen beside them.

The next moment, when the other two were still struggling, two of them took the lead and defeated the other two neatly, and the other two were bleeding for a long time.

They knelt on the ground and bowed their hands respectfully: "Thank you, senior!"

"The two who were defeated, now they can get out." Zhao Wujiang's eyes were full of yin and yang, and he spoke lightly.

The four of them raised their heads suddenly, in disbelief, the victorious two trembled, wanting to refute and question, but they didn't dare to speak at all in the face of the majestic Zhao Wujiang.

The defeated two originally looked depressed, and when they heard Zhao Wujiang's words, they were like grasping a life-saving straw, and they continued to thank Zhao Wujiang regardless of their injuries, and supported each other towards the ripples that had not yet dispersed.

As he stepped in, he quickly disappeared into the territory of Kunlun.

Outside Kunlun, everyone looked at the scene in the mirror and their hearts trembled.

"It's ruthless. What a domineering Zhao Wujiang."

"Yes, life and death are up to fate, but it's Zhao Wujiang's orders!"

"What a trick to kill people. Even if the remaining two survive, it will be difficult to maintain the previous affection."

"This Zhao Wujiang. It is better not to offend him."

"That's not it, what if he is strong in the Kunlun realm, don't forget, out of the Kunlun realm, everyone has cultivation!

That senior of the Qin clan, once the recuperation is over, this Zhao Wujiang will still be unable to escape death."

"Yes. Alas."

「.」

In the realm of Kunlun, heavy snow fell on Zhao Wujiang's shoulders, and he and Wen Yu walked towards the distance.

"Brother Wujiang, when will we find the Divine Tree?" Wen Yu kept stepping on the snow that was about to overflow the crook of his legs under him, and Langyi's face was flushed.

With Zhao Wujiang's luck, neither of them felt the slightest cold.

(End of chapter)