"The Royal Martial Arts Academy is in trouble this time. Jun Wushuang returns with force, and there is bound to be a big battle!"
"It's too strong. This Jun Wushuang has been missing for two months. How did he become so strong? Dongfang Biyu and Nangong Fei are also strong men in the heavenly realm. How come they have no power to resist in his hands."
"During the baptism in the spiritual pool two months ago, he had already broken through to the realm of heaven and human beings, and he must have become stronger now."
"But the Royal Martial Arts Academy is not that easy to deal with. Mo Xingyun is not here. Jun Wushuang is playing with fire this time. He might burn himself if he doesn't."
Everyone was talking a lot.
The busybody followed Jun Wushuang towards the Royal Martial Arts Academy to watch the excitement.
At this time, Lin Mengyao and Liu Yiyi did not stay, but followed the crowd and quickly caught up.
They were very worried about Jun Wushuang's safety.
The news spread quickly.
As a result, there were more and more onlookers.
Everyone saw the murderous Jun Wushuang.
No one dared to block it, everyone got out of the way.
soon.
Jun Wushuang came to the Royal Martial Arts Academy.
At this time, the Royal Martial Academy also learned the news in advance.
Hundreds of students and instructors stood at the gate of the academy, staring coldly at Jun Wushuang, who was approaching quickly.
"Jun Wushuang, you dare to provoke our Royal Martial Arts Academy, do you want to die?"
The leader, a silver medal instructor, shouted harshly.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Jun Wushuang didn't talk nonsense and flew directly to the college gate.
"Anyone who provokes our Royal Martial Arts Academy, no matter who it is, will be killed!"
The silver medal instructor gave the order, and hundreds of students immediately took action at the same time, attacking Jun Wushuang.
What kind of bullying?
Why bully the few with more?
They don't care at all.
They just want to defeat Jun Wushuang and save the face of the Royal Martial Academy.
"kill!"
Jun Wushuang's eyes were cold and his murderous intent remained undiminished as he charged directly into the crowd.
The Shura Demonic Sword turned into a streak of bloody lightning, its killing intent shocking the heavens.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Wherever the magic knife comes, blood seals the throat.
The Shura Demon Sword in Jun Wushuang's hand is like the sickle of death. Every time the sword is drawn, it will take away fresh lives.
"Jun Wushuang, you killed my Royal Martial Arts Academy students and committed a capital crime. I will kill you!"
That silver medal instructor was extremely powerful and was at the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm.
The silver medal instructor made a strong move, activating the aura of heaven and earth within a radius of 900 meters.
The surging spiritual energy condensed into a huge palm three hundred meters in size.
With one palm shot, a huge wave of spiritual energy surged in, like a raging tide that wanted to destroy everything.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
A cold light flashed in Jun Wu's eyes.
"Innate magical power: Nine Nether Blades!"
With a wave of his hand, the dark wind roared and turned into a storm of 900 meters in size.
Blessed by the will of the blade, every wind blade is like an icy cold knife, trying to cut down everything.
This is the fusion of the Nine Nether Yin Wind and the Will of the Blade, which is more powerful.
Bang!
The Nine Nether Blade's blade came into contact with the Turbulent Waves Palm, instantly smashing the three-hundred-meter-sized aura palm to pieces.
Immediately, the Jiuyou Blade's power continued unabated and continued to slash towards the Silver Medal Tutor.
puff!
This silver-medal instructor couldn't resist at all, and was cut to pieces all over his body, and fell heavily to the ground.
"What? Even the mentor at the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm was defeated. How strong is Jun Wushuang? Is it possible that he is already invincible in the Heavenly Realm?"
"He is also at the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm. He has broken through the ninth level in just two months. How did he do it?"
"It's over. Without the strength of the Marquis Realm, we can't suppress him at all. Today's Royal Martial Arts Academy is destined to be a river of blood."
Even a silver-medal instructor at the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm is no match for him.
Everyone was even more shocked by Jun Wushuang's strength.
In two months, he went from first entering the Heavenly Realm to reaching the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm.
This...this is simply incredible!
Neither Mo Xingyun ten years ago nor the current prince Jiang Rulong could do this.
For a moment, everyone's eyes looked at Jun Wushuang, full of shock and horror.
Soon, hundreds of students all died tragically under Jun Wushuang's sword, and only the silver medal instructor was still alive.
"Crazy, you are really crazy!"
The silver medal instructor looked shocked and angry.
"You have violated the royal law by killing the students of my Royal Martial Arts Academy without any reason. It is a heinous crime."
Whoosh!
Jun Wushuang answered him with a bloody sword light.
The sword flashed and the head fell to the ground.
This silver medal instructor will never die in peace.
"Jun Wushuang, you are so brave, you dare to kill the students of my Royal Martial Arts Academy."
At this time, more students and instructors were alerted and came from all over the academy.
A gold medal tutor in the feudal realm shouted angrily, and a terrifying aura instantly pressed towards Jun Wushuang.
"Even if Mo Xingyun is here today, he can't save your life."
"If you dare to kill the students of our academy, you deserve death."
"I will kill you with my own hands, expose your body for a month, and let you fall into the abyss forever!"
The gold medal mentor flew over quickly, stretched out his hand, took out a scimitar, and slashed it directly at Jun Wushuang's head.
The ferocious flames were like anger, and the powerful pressure of the third level of the Marquis Realm crashed down like a mountain.
"Shura cuts with one strike!"
Jun Wushuang didn't talk nonsense, he just used a knife with his backhand.
As the demonic energy poured into the Shura Demon Sword, it glowed with a strange blood light.
Cutting it out with one knife is like the arrival of Shura Demon God.
The phantom of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood loomed behind Jun Wushuang, giving people great pressure.
when!
The scimitar broke, and the gold medal instructor flew out upside down, leaving a deep bone-deep knife mark in front of him.
The gold medal tutor in the feudal realm is not Jun Wushuang's opponent?
Seeing this scene, everyone was in an uproar.
"The Dharma of Heaven and Earth!"
The gold medal mentor quickly got up and used the magic of heaven and earth, vowing to defeat Jun Wushuang.
"Hell's Forge!"
Jun Wushuang stretched out his hand to grab it, and the hell furnace flew out, full of demonic nature and strong aura of hell.
Soon, the hell fire roared out, turned into a fire storm, fell on the heaven and earth, suppressed and burned it.
"Blood debts must be paid with blood!"
Jun Wushuang used the Demonic Nine Heavenly Steps to sneak forward and came to the gold medal mentor.
The next moment, he slashed with his sword.
"Shura Kill Prison!"
Cut it out with one knife, and the world will turn into hell.
Although the gold medal mentor is strong, his heaven and earth dharma is entangled in the fire of hell, and he was cut by Jun Wushuang before, so he is unable to resist at this time.
puff!
The gold medal mentor was chopped into pieces of flesh and blood, and his body was not intact, which was extremely miserable.
The gold medal mentor in the feudal realm is dead!
This result made everyone's hearts beat wildly.
If even the gold-medal tutor at the feudal lord realm cannot stop Jun Wushuang, do we have to use the powerful men at the heavenly king realm?
How did this Jun Wushuang become so terrifying?
Everyone was frightened, but Jun Wushuang showed no mercy.
He holds the Shura Demonic Sword in his hand, and wherever he goes, blood flows like a river.
No matter whether they are students or instructors, no one is his opponent, and they all die miserably.