On the top of the East Nine Mountains in Kunlun, Zhao Wujiang appeared in the wind and snow dressed in black clothes, which immediately caused an uproar.

Qin Wen got up slowly, the sleeve of his left arm fluttered in the wind, his eyes were gloomy and contained hatred that could not be dissolved, and he laughed out loud at this moment:

"Zhao Wujiang, you're finally willing to show up! The old man will slaughter you dog today!"

The wind and snow around him rolled upside down, he raised his right arm with a move, and the snowflakes condensed into an ice-blue long sword, and he walked towards Zhao Wujiang step by step, with a monstrous killing intent in his eyes:

"The old man will cut off your flesh and blood with a sword, and let you die of agony."

Zhao Wujiang put his hands behind him, his left pupil was deep, turning into a black and white swirling vortex, and then he smiled indifferently and whispered in his mouth:

"Xun word, call the wind, Kan word, call the rain!"

In the next moment, the heavens and the earth changed suddenly, and the sky was as dark as night in an instant, and the cold wind swept the entire mountain top like a knife.

Everyone in the audience felt the changes in heaven and earth, their expressions were shocked, and looking at Qin Wen, who was in a powerful air, someone exclaimed:

"The predecessors of the Qin clan are worthy of being strong people who have touched the land immortals, and just one move to attract the celestial phenomena is enough for people to bow and worship!"

"Yes, with such a vast cultivation, how can this Zhao Wujiang resist? You see, he has given up his resistance."

"Hmph, knowing that you are going to die, and not begging for mercy, what a hard bone!"

"What's the use of begging for mercy? Could it be that Qin Wen's predecessors would let him go? That's a pretty good death!"

"Backbone? Heh, didn't you hear Qin ask his seniors that he was going to cut off Zhao Wujiang's flesh and blood with a sword! Don't look at Zhao Wujiang so calmly now, wait for Ling Chi, his backbone will be wiped out in an instant!"

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The three elders of the Kunlun Remnant Clan frowned, his sleeves fluttered, his eyes flashed, and then he sighed, not choosing to stop.

Qin Wen, a half-step first-grade powerhouse, has already taken a step forward on the road to Yipin, and he has a strong desire to kill Zhao Wujiang, with his great grandmaster's cultivation, it is difficult to stop it at all, and now the patriarch is about to sleep, and there is no need to offend the Qin clan for the sake of a royal boy.

Wen Yu looked at the snowflakes that were constantly swaying like candles in the wind, the handle of the Tang knife was tightly grasped by him, his eyes were full of anxiety, and the full force of the brewing knife was ready to be launched.

Wang Tengfei sat down on the mirror of the Divine Mirror, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes slowly closed, and he couldn't bear to see the next scene.

"Smack!"

"Bang bang."

Raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky, hitting the mirror surface of the divine mirror, like a drummer beating a drum, and the intention of killing became more and more intensive.

Qin Wen's face was hideous, the Zhao Wujiang in his eyes was unavoidable, he was a lamb to be slaughtered, and then he stepped out, only a sword away from Zhao Wujiang, and the mighty martial arts qi machine was about to tear apart the disgusting and hateful kid in his eyes in the next moment.

"Smack, bang."

A drop of rain was the first to drip on Qin Wen's ice and snow long sword, and the long sword broke in response, shattering into ice-blue fragments, and Qin Wen was stunned.

"Smack, poof!"

Another drop of rain fell on his right hand, which held the only remaining hilt of the sword, and the raindrop pierced his arm like a sharp sword, leaving a bean-sized blood hole on the arm, and the red and hot blood continued to flow out of the blood hole.

"Zhao Wujiang!" Qin Wen shouted in horror, and before he could finish speaking, dense raindrops continued to hit his body, followed by a popping and penetrating sound.

"Gollum."

Blood was gurgling and rushing, it was the whimper of the wind and snow, and in the blink of an eye, Qin Wen was surrounded by dense blood caves, and the blood stained his Qin clan's cyan robe one after another.

He staggered back a step, and Zhao Wujiang, who was smiling lightly in front of him, seemed to be the most terrifying devil in heaven and earth at this moment, he stretched out his right arm and wanted to point at Zhao Wujiang, and the raindrops snapped into his exposed white bones.

"Bang!"

His right arm broke off at the elbow of his hand, and rolled down on the smooth and clear mirror surface with a snap, and was quickly shattered by the raindrops pouring down from the sky, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

"Ascend to the Divine Ladder. You."

Qin Wen spoke with difficulty, the wind whistling around him buried his cultivation, he couldn't resist at all, he could only look at Zhao Wujiang in a daze.

This kid, who made him extremely disgusted and hateful, never spoke again except for the first soft groan, but just looked at him indifferently, with disdain, disdain, and indifference in his eyes.

"Puff, puff, puff"

The next moment, Qin Wen's head was pierced, his skull was shattered, and the blood under his body continued to flow, gradually condensing into blood-red thin ice.

The wind was howling all around, the rain was pouring, and everyone present looked at this scene blankly, their hearts were shocked, and their bodies seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow, and it was difficult to move a little.

In the next moment, Qin Wen's body collapsed violently, becoming a blood-red thing that could not be seen clearly.

Zhao Wujiang was expressionless, walked forward indifferently, passed Qin Wen, who quickly turned into flesh and bones, and walked towards the Wang family.

"Ah! Ahh

Someone in the crowd finally shouted in terror, the cold rain fell on their faces, they collapsed to the ground in fear, constantly rubbing their faces and bodies, the scene of Qin Wen's death just now was deeply engraved in their minds like a nightmare, for fear that the next moment there would be a blood hole around their bodies, turning into blood water.

The people of the Qin clan staggered back, constantly shivering, their lips trembled, looking at Zhao Wujiang who was gradually approaching, they wanted to ask for mercy, but the chill seemed to freeze their throats, and there was only a gurgling whimper.

Then they fell to their knees, desperately trying to grab the ground with their heads, but Zhao Wujiang just swept past them, and his eyes didn't stop at all.

Wen Yu breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly released the hand holding the Tang Dao, inserted the Tang Dao back into the knife box, and looked at Zhao Wujiang with admiration.

The eyes of the three elders of the Kunlun Relic Clan froze, and although his face was flat, the old hands under the sleeve robe couldn't help but tremble, which was enough to see the horror in his heart.

The rest of the clans scattered one after another, their eyes were frightened and awe-inspiring, the Wang clan's bodies trembled, and they didn't dare to move, in their eyes, Zhao Wujiang was coming at them.

Wang Tengfei sat down in the crowd of the Wang clan, he wanted to get up, but for some reason he was paralyzed, and Fang Cai's fear seemed to have numbed his body.

How is it possible, it's only been a long time, isn't he in the realm of a grandmaster? He's tough and can. But how could it be possible to kill the strong man who touched the land immortal in an instant. Wang Tengfei's face was constantly changing, and his heart trembled, he couldn't have imagined that Zhao Wujiang, who was obviously unable to escape death in his eyes, actually destroyed the enemy in the blink of an eye, and the whole person was like the power of heaven and earth.

"Senpai!"

"See. See the seniors!"

Zhao Wujiang had already walked up to the Wang clan, and the Wang clan people bowed their heads one after another, bowing their hands, trembling, and did not dare to look directly at Zhao Wujiang.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Wujiang spoke in a deep voice, he noticed Wang Tengfei at the beginning, the stupid uncle he had ever seen.

Wang Tengfei gasped, the fear in his heart gradually turned into joy, he understood that maybe Xi'er was saved.

His face was pale, and he wanted to get up, but he was powerless, Zhao Wujiang saw this, raised his hand and waved, and the vast healing power swept through his body, and the next moment, a warm current flowed in his body.

He glanced at Zhao Wujiang gratefully, stood up, clenched his fists and bowed:

"Brother Zhao! Xi'er her. Something happened."

"Boom!"

There was a thunderclap in the dark sky, and the silver light arc crossed.

"Say!"

Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows were as cold as a blade for a moment, the wind and snow were howling all around, and the rain was suddenly stopped.

(End of chapter)