The strongest starting system

Chapter 1280 Sweeping the audience
"Today I will kill you."

As soon as Jian Lingchen finished speaking, the sword in his hand arrived, and all kinds of utensils in the hall were swept up, forming a storm, and went straight to where Zhao Wushuang was.

The three strong men of the three saints and the three heavens shot together, even if they were Brahma War Saints, they would not be able to face it head-on.

Zhao Wushuang twitched the corners of his mouth, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

For him, this level of attack is painless and can be resolved with a wave of his hand.

In front of the Saint Nine Heavens powerhouse, Jian Lingchen and the others are no longer fearful.

If he hadn't thought of the kindness of his old club, Zhao Wushuang really wanted to utter a cruel sentence: All of you in the Eight Great Sacred Lands combined are no match for me, none of them can fight.

"I don't have so much time to play with you guys, so I'll say bye." In Zhao Wushuang's dantian, a small storm rolled up in the vast sea of ​​stars, gushed out of the dantian, and flowed into the palm of his hand along the meridians.

He hugged Fan Qingxian with one hand, and gently lifted the palm of the other hand, and rotated outward, where faint light waves of Yuanli were gathering.

boom!
The light wave of Yuanli was emitted in a straight line, and after being compressed to the extreme, it burst out suddenly. The bright white light filled the entire hall, and accompanied by the tyrannical fluctuations enveloped everyone present. At this moment, almost everyone's minds is blank.

No one expected that Zhao Wushuang's random blow could explode with such vast power. In their impression, it seemed that only a divine master could do this.

Facing the attack of the light waves, Jian Lingchen and the three of them didn't even survive for two seconds. They flew out like kites with broken strings, smashed through the wall of the main hall, fell in the woods of the back mountain, and fell to the ground.

The audience was silent, and even the people from Sword God Kingdom were dumbfounded. After they realized it, they hurried out to check the situation of Jian Lingchen and others.

The people from Yanyao Holy Land also ran out quickly, so they saw that scene.

Jian Lingchen was lifted up and leaned against a tree. His whole body was covered with blood holes, and he was still spitting blood out of his mouth. He looked quite terrifying.

The situation of Leng Qianchou and Patriarch Wandu didn't get any better, they were on the verge of dying.

Everyone was shocked, and when they turned their heads to look at Zhao Wushuang again, there was already a strong fear in their eyes.

"Wushuang, you...what is your strength..." Fan Qingxian's small mouth returned to its normal shape after a long while, and she looked at Zhao Wushuang with extremely complicated eyes.

Judging from the effect of that blow, Zhao Wushuang has at least reached the realm of the fifth heaven of saints, otherwise he would not be able to inflict such heavy damage on them.

"I didn't pay much attention to this, it seems to be Jiuchongtian." Zhao Wushuang said very calmly.

The audience was silent again, Zhao Wushuang's voice was not loud, but it clearly fell into the ears of everyone present, and those people from Sword God Country felt a little weak in their legs for some reason.

Should they flee or surrender?
The people in Yanyao Holy Land were full of disbelief, especially Xing Junyan, who was lying on his back on the floor, looking at the ceiling and began to doubt his life.

It was agreed to practice together and progress together. I have just broken through to the realm of a saint, but you secretly broke through to the Nine Heavens behind my back.

Zhao Wushuang felt that there was nothing he couldn't say, but he didn't want people from the Sword God Country to bring the news back for the time being, so he waved his hand again.

boom!
The invisible strength exploded in the air, and every time it sounded, a strong man from the Sword God Kingdom would be reduced to ashes.

Not long after, all the warriors from the Sword God Kingdom who came this time turned into a handful of powder to accompany the loess, and none of them could escape successfully.

Jian Lingchen hadn't died yet, but at this moment they felt grief and indignation, and there was nothing they could do.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about you three. If you have any last words, hurry up and say them. You won't have a chance later, but even if you say them, I won't fulfill them for you."

"..."

The people around mourned for them. If they died, they probably died not because of exhaustion of Qi and blood, but because of Zhao Wushuang's anger.

Jian Lingchen pursed his lips a few times, as if he wanted to say something more, but Zhao Wushuang didn't give him a chance to speak, and a burst of energy shot out, piercing the throats of the three of them directly, and even the Yuanshen was completely wiped out.

So far, among the eight holy lands, three holy masters have fallen in Zhao Wu's hands, and the crisis of the destruction of the Yanyao Holy Land has also been resolved by Zhao Wushuang in an understatement.

Some people even think that it is too easy, like a dream, they can't believe it.

"Don't spread the news of what happened today. It may take some time for the Sword God Kingdom to receive the news. With this time, we can better arrange the battle plan."

Zhao Wushuang turned around and said to everyone.

The people in Yanyao Holy Land didn't know what to say for a while, they looked at Zhao Wushuang with extremely complicated emotions.

"That... can I come down?"

Fan Qingxian asked softly, she looked at Zhao Wushuang eagerly, waiting for the other party's answer, if Zhao Wushuang refused, she seemed to be stuck on Zhao Wushuang forever.

Zhao Wushuang smiled, then let go of his hand, letting Fan Qingxian fall to the ground.

When Fan Qingxian stood down from Zhao Wushuang, she was still a little bit reluctant. After a few years away, she missed the warmth in Zhao Wushuang's arms, but at this moment, many sect acquaintances were standing in front of her, so she was too embarrassed to be cheeky stay.

"Second child, sixth child, you two go down and make arrangements to open the grand array of guardians. Don't let anyone enter it. The rest of you will follow me to the main hall to discuss matters."

Brahma Zhansheng quickly issued an order, then turned his head and looked coldly at the ashen-faced Fourth Elder.

"Holy Land of Flame will never accept traitors."

puff!

Along with the voice of Brahma War Saint, there was the sound of death as the long sword pierced through the flesh.

Fan Zhansheng took the lead before the fourth elder had time to react, cutting off the opponent's vitality.

The fourth elder's body trembled a few times, as if he wanted to reach out and grab something, but what awaited him was death.

This is what happens to traitors.

The rest of the elders were also silent. They used to fight together with the fourth brother, but in the face of the survival of the sect, the so-called friendship has become less important, and if there is a traitor, it will be killed.

Brahma War Saint didn't say much, his actions are the most powerful statement.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little silent, Zhao Wushuang walked leisurely behind a group of people, Fan Qingxian stopped in his tracks, and waited for him to join.

"Can you tell me where you have been all these years?" Fan Qingxian put his hands in front of his body, like a deer looking forward to it.

"Of course." Zhao Wushuang patted her little head.

(End of this chapter)