Bai Qingting made no secret of his contempt and disdain.
From the beginning, he never took Jun Wushuang seriously.
If his son Bai Jingyao hadn't been killed by Jun Wushuang, and Saint Master Xuanhuang favored Jun Wushuang, he might not have bothered to pay attention to such a small person.
That's right, in Bai Qingting's eyes, Jun Wushuang has always been a little person.
With no background and no strength, if he hadn't hugged Holy Lord Xuanhuang, he wouldn't have been able to enter his Dharma Eyes.
Therefore, in this pursuit, he did not take immediate action, but only sent three of his confidants, Yan Feilong.
But he didn't expect that three of his confidants would die so tragically in the Ten Thousand Demons Mountains, so he came.
And without any effort, he easily found Jun Wushuang, wounded him, and forced him into a desperate situation.
All this was too easy for him.
It was the overwhelming strength that made him despise Jun Wushuang even more.
"Bai Qingting?"
Jun Wushuang covered his chest and stared at Bai Qingting.
"You are so brave, you dare to call me by my first name!"
Bai Qingting snorted coldly and slapped him with his backhand.
Jun Wushuang slashed with his sword, but he couldn't withstand the powerful force and was sent flying.
"I am an elder of the Xuanhuang Holy Land. How can a despicable mouse like you be able to call me by my first name?"
Bai Qingting thought highly of himself and had an arrogant attitude.
He looked down from a high position, as if looking at an ant beneath his feet.
"Little mouse, let me ask you, are the deaths of Yan Feilong and the others related to you?"
His voice was like the cold winter wind, cold and emotionless.
"Yes, I killed them all."
"If you want to be my enemy, you must be willing to be killed!"
Jun Wushuang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and admitted directly.
"Little mouse, you are too arrogant."
"Since you admit that Yan Feilong's death is related to you, I have no choice but to let you bury them with them."
"Either commit suicide and apologize, or I will kill you with my own hands!"
"But I suggest you choose the former, because if I do it, you will die in pain."
Bai Qingting looked at Jun Wushuang coldly, as if he had dirty hands when he personally took action.
"Old dog, I will give you two choices, either kneel down or die!"
Jun Wushuang grinned ferociously, as if he had given up on escaping and was fighting to the end.
"Things that don't know whether to live or die!"
Jun Wushuang's words made Bai Qingting's face turn cold, and his murderous intent surged.
Whoosh!
He raised his right hand, stopped talking nonsense, and ran directly towards Jun Wushuang.
This time, he didn't hold back any more, and struck out with a palm, shattering the space, and the fine space cracks spread in all directions like spider webs.
Even if Jun Wushuang had the magic armor of life and death, he would not be able to withstand this palm, and he would definitely die.
But the palm failed to land on Jun Wushuang.
Because a chilling autumn wind, as sharp as a knife, fell from the sky and blocked this palm.
"Elder Ling, are you stopping me from killing him?"
Bai Qingting squinted his eyes and stared at Ling Qianqiu who appeared in front of him.
He was not surprised by Ling Qianqiu's action.
After all, he had already guessed that Ling Qianqiu would favor Jun Wushuang, but if Ling Qianqiu actually took action, the meaning would be different.
"Elder Bai, he is the person requested by the Holy Lord. I want to take him back and ask the Holy Lord to make a decision in person. Before that, if you kill him, I will not be able to explain to the Holy Lord when I return."
Ling Qianqiu's expression remained unchanged and he opened his mouth to explain.
Of course, everyone knows that this is just an excuse, and Bai Qingting will naturally not accept it.
"Elder Ling, the Holy Lord has issued a fatwa, so there is nothing wrong with me killing him."
"What's more, this time, thousands of disciples were sacrificed in order to hunt him down. Even though most of these disciples died at the mouths of monsters, hundreds of them were killed by him. For these disciples who sacrificed their lives, I feel that they will be killed by him."
Cutting into pieces by a thousand cuts is not an exaggeration."
"What's more, the one who died in him this time was the Black Demon Sect's second devil son, the Blood Poison Lord. If he didn't die, our Xuanhuang Holy Land would have completely offended the Black Demon Sect."
"Do you think it's really worth it to chill the hearts of your disciples and offend the Black Demon Cult for the sake of a mortal man?"
Bai Qingting sneered and did not accept Ling Qianqiu's explanation at all.
"His crime will be determined by the Holy Lord. My mission is to capture him alive."
Ling Qianqiu shook his head, he would never watch Jun Wushuang being killed.
"Elder Ling, since you are stubborn and stubborn, don't blame me for not caring about our friendship."
"He killed my son, beat my father, and murdered my confidant. Even if the king of heaven comes today, I will kill him."
"If you want to stop me, then try it!"
Bai Qingting was determined to kill and took action again.
"Earth-level advanced martial arts: One-Qi Big Capture Master!"
Teleporting out, his right hand turned into a claw and grabbed directly towards Jun Wushuang's throat.
He did not release his spiritual energy, but took action with his true body, intending to directly crush Jun Wushuang to death with absolute power.
"Autumn wind cuts off fallen leaves!"
Ling Qianqiu's face darkened, and he stretched out his hand to grab it. Suddenly, a long knife as thin as a cicada's wing fell into his hand, and he immediately slashed it out, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, sweeping out and slashing straight towards Bai Qingting's palm.
when!
Bai Qingting's right hand suddenly glowed with metallic luster and was extremely hard, and he actually pinched the Cicada Dao Dao directly.
Both are in the Supreme Realm, but the strength gap between Ling Qianqiu and Bai Qingting is huge.
At this time, Bai Qingting was determined to kill Jun Wushuang, and it would be extremely difficult for Ling Qianqiu to stop him.
Bai Qingting turned his left hand into a palm and hit Ling Qianqiu directly in the abdomen.
This palm shattered the space, and even Ling Qianqiu's Autumn Wind Domain could not withstand it.
With a bang, this palm fell on Ling Qianqiu's body.
Suddenly, Ling Qianqiu's face suddenly turned pale, blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth, he quickly fell back, and was seriously injured.
"Flowing Cloud Realm!"
At the same time, Bai Qingting expanded his own territory.
In his field, white clouds formed a streamline shape and turned into a flowing cloud.
The flowing cloud domain directly enveloped Jun Wushuang. The seemingly soft and void flowing cloud suddenly turned out to be like a big net, tightly binding Jun Wushuang, making him unable to move, let alone break free.
"Little mouse, if you can force me to do it myself, you will be proud even if you die!"
Bai Qingting stared at Jun Wushuang, with killing intent in his eyes.
boom!
With one palm shot, he headed straight for Jun Wushuang.
This time, Ling Qianqiu was seriously injured and was blocked by the Liuyun Domain, leaving him with no time to rescue him.
"No!"
Ling Qianqiu's pupils shrank suddenly and turned pale in horror.
If Jun Wushuang really died, he would not be able to explain to Holy Lord Xuanhuang.
He immediately planned to risk his life to save Jun Wushuang.
Boom!
At this moment, a black iron rod suddenly appeared above Bai Qingting.
With one blow of the stick, Bai Qingting was directly smashed into the ground, causing blood to flow from all his orifices, it was too horrible to see!