Chapter 2133 The worst in the world is nothing but this
This disciple from Tianzhou who stabbed his own man in the chest instantly attracted countless gazes.
Bai Jingqiu gritted her teeth and shouted: "Are you crazy?"
The disciple turned a deaf ear to the ear, and the sword was pulled out of the corpse, and the blood was falling down "tick, ticking". Then he turned around and frowned slightly, scanning the situation in front of him.
"Crack" he walked forward and stepped on the corpse of the Tianzhou disciple on the ground with one foot, directly stomping the chest of the corpse, but he didn't even look down.
Bai Jingqiu roared and said, "Stop, what are you doing?"
In the mountains of Qingshan, the sound here was not even a drop, and the disciple came to another person with a long sword. The sword light flashed, but unexpectedly, he was being beaten by another person.
The disciples in Tianzhou were killed.
Yes, the inner hall and true disciples of the Tianzhou Sect were killing each other under the main hall square.
At the beginning, only a few disciples near the square were fighting, and there were only a few. They held the long sword in their hands. Whenever they saw someone appearing around them, they would rise up and kill the enemy like they met a great revenge of life and death.
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Then the fight between the disciples of Tianzhou soon spread from near the main hall square to the hillside, and then to the other side of the mountain gate.
In the fog, all the disciples in Tianzhou were holding long swords in their hands and then they started to kill them when they saw them.
This is definitely a very ironic scene. The disciples of the Tianzhou Sect used the Tianzhou magic to kill the brothers and brothers who had been with him day and night, and may also be their own teachers, or even brothers from the same clan and clan.
When the killing began, neither the Tianzhou high-level officials nor the Qingshan high-level officials responded because they thought that the Qingshan formation that rose again would be the same as before, and would be nothing more than a sword formation in Qingshan.
Even if tens of thousands of disciples in Tianzhou cannot resist, they will not be too embarrassed. But who would have thought that there was no sword formation at all.
Without a sword formation, it seems to be more terrifying than having a sword formation, which makes people feel terrified and terrified.
The sword formation is used to kill people, but it is not as cruel as killing yourself. Look at those disciples in Tianzhou who set out swords and cast spells, their subordinates showed no mercy at all, just as if they were standing in front of them to kill their father and their wife.
Like a big enemy who killed his son, he stabbed his sword in his chest and did not count. When the sword was pulled out, his wrist would turn again. In this way, the blade would definitely completely destroy the internal organs in the other party's chest.
Grinded.
What a grudge?
Bai Jingqiu opened his mouth in shock. He saw that the junior brother who was closest to him on weekdays had his head cut by someone with a sword, and the other party was one of the junior brother's uncles.
"No……"
Bai Jingqiu's astonishment and sadness had not yet fallen, and Zhang Xian next to him screamed in horror. His screaming was very harsh, as if a broken gong was smashed hard, and this was also because the person was extremely
The sounds that only come out of panic, helpless and lost consciousness.
So, many people in Tianzhou looked over with Zhang Xian's eyes, and finally their eyes fell on a young man who was just in his twenties.
They all recognized who this young man was. His name was Zhang Yaoqing, and he was the grandson of the great elder Zhang Xian, and the only grandson passed down from the Zhang family.
But at this time, Zhang Yaoqing was very miserable. One of his arms was cut off shoulder-to-shoulder. His face was pale, and blood was flowing from the broken mouth. The person who cut off his arms seemed to refuse to give up.
The sword smeared Zhang Yaoqing's neck again.
"No!" Zhang Xian shouted again with hissing.
Zhang Yaoqing must be dying.
But his death was tragic or heartbreaking.
The person who killed him was Zhang Jin, who was Zhang Yaoqing's father and Zhang Xian's son.
What a cruel scene!
And killings like this are still going on among the disciples of Tianzhou, without any sign of stopping.
Many disciples in Tianzhou died, many of them, and then they were particularly miserable.
Because if Tianzhou and Qingshan Sect were fighting, there would definitely not be so many people who died, so fast, and it was entirely possible that Tianzhou was crushing killing, after all, they had a large number of people.
But now it was Tianzhou's unilateral killing each other. Qingshan and Qingyun did not use any soldiers and soldiers. Tianzhou's disciples were rapidly decreasing. If they were to the end, there might be only one person left.
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Bai Tian's vision was retracted, but his expression did not change much, because he had always been alone, and there were no relatives among the Tianzhou disciples fighting.
However, even if there is, the reaction during the day will still be like this.
Practice, and the practitioners who have reached the late stage of the tribulation and are about to ascend, have actually abandoned the seven emotions and six desires. In their eyes, there is only the way to reach the sky, and there is nothing else. This is what is called
Cut off all your roots.
Although he didn't care about these things during the day, he had to care about the death of the disciples of Tianzhou. After all, if all the disciples of Tianzhou were dead, there would be no more Tianzhou.
"Is it an illusion? It should be, otherwise it wouldn't be like this..." Looking at Xiang An during the day, Nan Sijin asked Xiang Que, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.
There are no swords in the Qingshan Formation, some are all hallucinations.
I saw this during the day.
In the eyes of the disciples of Tianzhou, all the people they saw were their own great revenge on life and death, or the evildoers who were about to take their lives, and it was more likely that they might have also seen the sword guard in Qingshan.
Thinking that killing him will be a great achievement.
In short, no matter who it is, it must be the one he wants to kill, so when they wave the sword in their hands, they never hesitate at all.
The bodies of disciples from Tianzhou in Qingshan Sect fell one after another.
But what is quite interesting is that no one in Qingshan has ever used a sword or a sword. It was clearly Tianzhou who came to fight Qingshan, but Qingshan's disciples seemed to be out of the matter as if they had nothing to do with this battle.
Zhang Hengheng lowered his head and looked at Xiang Que and whispered: "Do you think he is dead? Why do I feel like I don't? The master's eyelashes flashed twice just now."
Xiang Que glanced at him and said, "You've seen it wrong."
"Is that right?" Zhang Hengheng scratched his head suspiciously, squatted on the ground, staring at the person beside him, then stretched out two fingers and poked them under Que's ribs, saying, "Master, you're afraid, you're afraid
Is it itchy?"
Xiang Que didn't move at all, but for some reason the atmosphere suddenly became a little stunned around him.