On that day, Mu Shanhai arrested all the Sword Pavilion disciples on the Three Holy Peaks, and prepared to announce the complete execution of the traitor the next day, and as for Qiankun, it was handed over to Wang Wenjun to decide.

However, although Mu Shanhai won a short-term victory, he couldn't slack off, because Bu Wuxian and Kong Douxuan hadn't been caught yet, and these were the two people who could threaten him in the end.

The entire Sword Pavilion was enveloped in an evil aura, almost no one dared to approach Mu Shanhai, and the sense of fear had been deeply engraved in the hearts of every Sword Pavilion disciple.

The gloomy clouds are bleak, the sad wind is swirling, everything has come to an end, and there is no room for maneuver.

At this time, they only have regret in their hearts, if they could see the dirtiness and ugliness of Mu Shanhaizi earlier, they would not have been able to fall to this point.

Wait until tomorrow, the day when their fate will be decided.

No matter how much they suffered, no matter how much they didn't want the first day to come in the early morning, it finally came, and all of them were gathered in the square.

There are a lot of people gathered on the platform of the square, among which the front ones are from left to right: Qiankun, Liu Changsong, Zhao Zhengkuan, and Yun Wuyue.

Their bodies, hands and feet were tied to death, and they knelt on the ground, tortured to death, and they were not complete.

Yesterday Wang Wenjun tortured him for two hours, at this moment he was dying, his eyes were blank, the blood on his body stained his clothes red, some places had solidified, his face was as pale as paper, and the whole person looked weak, as if he was about to die.

Yun Wuyue and the others looked at Qiankun, very guilty. Because he was not a member of the Sword Pavilion, but he still had to be punished by the same punishment, thinking of this, everyone's eyes were slightly red.

Zhao Zhengkuan looked up to the sky and sighed, looked back at his sister behind him, and his eyes were full of reluctance. Zhao Yuxin looked at him with tears in his heart, and he couldn't say a word.

"The scene when the Linghai people were executed by the royal capital at the beginning, isn't it very similar to now?" Zhao Zhengkuan looked at the sky, and suddenly said this, and let out a long breath, his face was full of unwillingness.

Looking at the lifeless appearance of these people, Mu Shanhai was very excited, and he finally came out of it.

The next step is to develop the Sword Pavilion into the most powerful sect.

Then annex the Liu family and take the royal capital!

Mu Shanhai looked at Wang Wenjun and pointed to Qiankun, already forgetful: "Qiankun, this young man, the old man will be handed over to you to deal with, it all depends on your mind." ”

Wang Wenjun saw that Mu Shanhai had loosened his mouth, and he didn't know what his purpose was, but he also shook his hand and saluted truthfully: "Elder Mu really understands the righteousness, Wang has thanked him!" ”

After that, Wang Wenjun carried a knife and walked towards Qiankun.

Qiankun watched Wang Wenjun approach him step by step, his steps were messy, and he couldn't hold back his impatient heart.

Seeing this, Qiankun shook his head disdainfully and smiled.

Wang Wenjun saw that Qiankun was still so calm, and his heart was even more anxious.

He wants to see Qiankun crying and shouting, kneeling on the ground and whining and pleading! Completely lose your own heart, and then surrender to him!

Just killed him like this, Wang Wenjun couldn't feel a trace of refreshment in his heart!

"What are you pretending!" Wang Wenjun scolded and aimed the knife at Qiankun's head.

Qiankun smiled faintly: "You seem to be very afraid." ”

When Wang Wenjun heard this, his palms clenched out in a cold sweat, and he took a few steps back, but he felt that something was wrong, so he immediately stood still and slashed his knife.

"What am I afraid of?"

"I see you pretending to be a ghost and looking for death!"

Just as Wang Wenjun was about to raise the big knife, a rapidly flying fire blade slashed towards him, and it turned out that Bu Wuxian came to the rescue with the extremely weak body of Kong Douxuan on his back.

Suddenly, Wang Wenjun leaned back, but the big knife in his hand had been cut by the fire blade, Wang Wenjun saw this scene, threw the knife away angrily, and pointed into the distance: "Who is it?" ”

Mu Shanhai saw that Bu Wuxian had come, so he jumped down and came to Bu Wuji.

"Step brother, you don't care!"

"What if I have to?"

Bu Wuxian looked at Mu Shanhai, and a trace of killing intent had already appeared in his eyes.

"Then you're going to die!" Mu Shanhai smiled, raised his sword and fought with Bu Wuxi.

Bu Wuxian put Empty Douxuan's body aside, lifted Empty Douxuan's sword, and met Mu Shanhai.

At this time, Xueqi also ran into the Sword Pavilion and yelled: "Stop it!" ”

As soon as these words rang out, everyone was answered. Seeing that Xueche was still standing here intact, I couldn't help but shed tears of excitement!

"Senior Brother Blood is not dead!"

However, Wang Wenjun and Mu Shanhai saw that Xueqi was not dead, and they were puzzled for a while, and their anger climbed up their faces, staring at Xueqi murderously.

"Why didn't you die!" Mu Shanhai looked resentful, at this moment, he completely lost his past love for Xueche, and regarded Xueche as an enemy.

Seeing Mu Shanhai's appearance, Xueche also became indifferent, just smiled coldly, raised his sword, and declared war on Mu Shanhai: "You don't care about this!" ”

"Thanks to you, my current strength is different from what I used to be, so let's try my sword with you!" The blood cut was pulled out of the room, pointing directly at Mu Shanhai's eyebrows, and there was a little more coldness in his eyes.

Seeing that the sword of Xueche was not his original two swords, he also knew a few things in his heart, and it was estimated that it was an adventure that saved him so that he could survive.

But just by virtue of this, to oppose him, isn't it a joke through the ages?

Mu Shanhai now has the Eight Desolations Sword Qi in his hands, and the Sword Pavilion is now the only existence!

Mu Shanhai smiled indifferently, and said arrogantly: "Even if you give ten hundred wastes like you, you won't be able to kill me!" I'm going to see what you've gotten so you can be so sure you can declare war on me!" ”

"Then you can see!" The blood cut aroused the aura reaction of the whole body, and the mind method of changing words was comprehended, and the sword qi was already lingering on the tip of the sword.

When Mu Shanhai saw this, he was also a little surprised: "You actually have even learned the Hou Qi Sword!" ”

"But it's useless, the gap between you and me is very big, so let's die obediently!"

"And me!"

Bu Wuxian stepped forward and resisted Mu Shanhai's attack together with Xuexi.

Seeing that the three of them had already started fighting, Wang Wenjun picked up a big knife again and came to Qiankun, with a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth: "Are you ready for your last words?" ”

"I have no last words, because you can't kill me!" A piercing killing intent appeared in Qiankun's eyes, staring at Wang Wenjun.

Wang Wenjun was so frightened that he panicked, trembling in his hand, and his lips were shaking.

"Come on, don't grind!"

Wang Wenjun's heart was crossed, and he shouted to strengthen his courage, and slashed at Qiankun's head.

"Qiankun!"

"Brother!"

"Benefactor ......"

Many people shouted at Qiankun, Ling Feng, Zhang Lingyun, Wu Changsheng, Zhao Yuxin and others, their faces were full of horror and sadness.

When Qiankun was about to open the Eight Righteous Qi to resist, a gust of wind suddenly rose and whistled past, forcing Wang Wenjun's figure several meters away.