super king glory

The white beard is cut off, and the robe is torn.

Tendons and hamstrings, cut off.

His indestructible inner armor was torn open one by one by the sword energy, and wounds continued to appear on his body, dripping with blood.

Ah ah ah~

Qiu Shengjie opened his mouth and let out a shrill and frightened scream.

However, no matter how miserable it was, it couldn't stop Qinglian Jiange's sword energy from intertwining around his body into a dead space of sword energy.

While howling in pain, Qiu Shengjie held the body of Emperor Xuanjian, bleeding continuously.

Immediately, the bright sword energy turned into a boundless sword, and slashed across Qiu Shengjie's neck.

Penetrating the air and turning into an eternal awn.

brush!

Wang Xiaojian's body holding the sword condensed behind Qiu Shengjie.

Qiu Shengjie's body froze and stood on the spot.

His eyes were wide open, bleeding all over his body, and he was still holding the golden Emperor Xuanjian, with an expression of extreme fear on his face.

When the sword energy dissipated.

In a trance, he saw the fairy.

But not the sword fairy, but the undead fairy.

It came from hell, grabbed his body tightly, and wanted to drag his soul into hell.

"No!"

Amidst the horrified gazes, Qiu Shengjie let out a terrified roar.

However, the sound has just spread.

Pieces of blood exploded all over his body.

bang bang bang~

Heart, arms, thighs, chest, abdomen...

As the blood mist exploded, the vitality on his body quickly faded.

Immediately, his neck exploded, his head flew up, and blood flowed like a fountain.

Qiu Shengjie's head flew high.

At the moment when the consciousness of fear was completely plunged into darkness, Qiu Shengjie saw his own headless corpse, which slowly fell to the ground.

Blood flowed all over the floor!

boom!

Gululu!

Qiu Shengjie's head landed on the grassland and rolled a long way before stopping.

Wherever he went, there was bright red blood.

He died, but he did not rest in peace.

The head that rolled to the ground still opened its hideous eyes.

At the foot of the mountain, on the plain.

Onlookers.

A strong disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.

A disciple of the Pure Yang Sect.

Everyone looked at all this, their breaths were short of breath, and their hearts almost stopped beating.

They opened their eyes wide, looking at Qiu Shengjie who was decapitated.

This is the Fourth Elder of the Golden Eagle Gate, the strongest of the Nine Star Martial King.

His palm is enough to destroy a mountain.

For them, it is like a fairy.

But, was killed by Wang Xiaojian?

The corpses were separated, and the dead could not die again, it was too horrible to look at!

The people at the foot of the mountain watched all this in shock.

But, immediately, someone cheered.

The strong man of Chunyangmen, as well as his disciples, were ashamed, their bodies went limp, and they fell to the ground.

They are not dead yet.

However, at this moment, their beliefs were all destroyed.

Desperate!

The rest of the surviving elders of Chunyangmen were also ashen.

Let the strong disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect put the sword on their necks.

All the senior officials of Chunyangmen, from the sect master, deputy sect master, administrative elder, to hall master, all died.

The Chunyang Gate exists in name only, and their backer, the King of Nine Stars Wu of the Golden Eagle Gate, is also dead.

They have no point in resisting anymore.

All hopes were completely shattered.

My heart sank into the abyss.

The disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect looked at Wang Xiaojian with shocking eyes.

Even though, they knew early on that Wang Xiaojian was extraordinary.