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Feeling the gaze of the Jiuxuan Sect leader, the head of the Qingshan Sect changed his face and secretly said that it was not good.

Through the weak light, he saw that the Jiuxuan Sect leader's eyes were fierce, like an executioner, as if he was going to take some action.

Just as he was thinking this, the Jiuxuan Sect leader shouted: "Everyone listen, kill Song Guangming, he is a saint, and he will definitely be terrible when he grows up!"

"If we can't suppress him, we will definitely raise a tiger to harm us in the future!!"

"Kill him for me!!"

Suddenly, more than 5,000 people behind him burst into shouting: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In an instant, the whole corridor shouted and rushed.

"Dong~!!!"

Song Guangming's heart beat for a while, and before he could react, he immediately felt a big hand like a palm fan pressing on his shoulder. He only heard a "crackling" sound of bone dislocation, and the shoulder was directly twisted off, and then a knife came towards him, and the sharp knife light was close to his eyes.

"Guangming, run!"

The leader of Qingshan Sect was quick-witted and shouted, and repelled the knife with a palm, but Song Guangming's arm was not saved.

"Hua La La!!!"

The arm flew out, and blood dripped down.

Song Guangming gasped and leaned against the wall, his face turned pale.

However, at this moment, a disciple of Jiuxuan Sect had rushed behind him, and a dagger slashed through the wall, leaving a series of cracks on the wall, and stabbed into his abdomen with a stab.

Some disciples of Qingshan Sect wanted to step forward to save him, but it was too late.

"Ah!!!"

Song Guangming screamed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, turned his head with difficulty to look at the disciple of Jiuxuan Sect, and said: "I... I am not a saint, really not..."

Before he finished the last word, the disciple exerted force suddenly, and with a puff, one of his ribs was directly pierced by the dagger. The sharp dagger pierced out from behind him, and a bloody arm passed through, holding his heart in his hand.

"Hmph, if we don't kill you, when you grow up in the future, we will not have a good life, so you must die!" The disciple pulled back his arm, put the heart on the ground, and split it in half with a knife.

"Plop!!!" Song Guangming rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

Before he died, he regretted it very much.

He never thought that he would end up like this after pretending to be the saint.

It's a pity that everything is too late now.

"Hahaha, this kid is dead, we don't have any worries in the future!" The leader of Jiuxuan Sect laughed.

The head of the Qingshan Sect, however, had a livid face and was extremely angry.

Song Guangming's death was equivalent to the destruction of his Qingshan Sect's hope of rising, which made him grit his teeth and roar, shouting: "You are looking for death!"

Snap! ! !

A fierce slap hit the face of the leader of the Jiuxuan Sect, and he was beaten directly to the ground, spitting blood.

The head of the Qingshan Sect was angry, and he was not a vegetarian. After beating the leader of the Jiuxuan Sect to the ground, he drew his sword and chopped him directly, ready to avenge Song Guangming.

But he was powerless. The leader of the Jiuxuan Sect waved his hand, and five thousand people rushed over with swords, slashing at him in unison.

These people were the elite of the Jiuxuan Sect, and each of them was a strong man in the early stage of Nirvana. They quickly used their numerical advantage to squeeze the head of the Qingshan Sect into a corner, with wounds all over his body and blood dripping.

Although they won the victory, the Jiuxuan Sect did not pay a price. More than a hundred people were killed, and the number of serious injuries was countless.

During this period, more than a thousand disciples of Qingshan Sect all participated in it, but there were too many people in Jiuxuan Sect, far exceeding their total number, and the weapons in their hands were all coated with poison. Qingshan Sect was no match at all, and some died and some were injured in a confrontation.

As for other sects, they were all watching the excitement on the side.

In the eyes of these people, if one person died, they would have one less competitor.

So when Song Guangming was assassinated, they did not take action and did not want to get involved.

"Get out of the way, let me kill him!"

At this time, the leader of Jiuxuan Sect took out a pill and swallowed it. He soon recovered to his peak moment, drew out a sharp sword, and walked towards the corner.

Those disciples hurriedly stepped aside and made way.

The leader of Jiuxuan Sect walked in front of the leader of Qingshan Sect and sneered: "Can you be more powerful?"