C692 Points Competition(5)

692 points.

Two fists collided! Mu Tiehqing used a martial skill and the power of the gloves to increase his power. Although Jian Ao did not use any martial skills or Treasure Artifact, he also used the power of the Heavenly Dragon.

Two dragons!

A strength of two hundred thousand Jin!

This number could already ignore the opponent's martial technique and Treasure Artifact's amplification.

In front of a powerful pure strength, any martial technique was gaudy, only increasing the beauty!

Without any hesitation, Jian Ao went deep into the policy of taking advantage of one's illness to take one's life. When he saw the opportunity, he punched out. Pah! His head exploded like a watermelon on the ground. Blood and brain matter mixed together, adding a lot of bloody smell to the arena.

Everyone was shocked!

Even the number one of the younger generation in the Godly Blade Sect, such as Sima Jipai and Ling Zhuankong, were all frowning in shock.

He was decisive in killing!

He didn't give his opponent any chance to catch his breath. He didn't even have the chance to shout "surrender!"

Such a figure would definitely become an overlord of a region when he grew up in the future. He would be an ambitious and ambitious person for his entire life!

"Kill! Kill!" The leader of the Godly Blade Sect, Chen Yuan, had a greedy look in his eyes. Jian Ao had killed the genius disciples of the Godly Blade Sect time and time again, and now, he had lost two or three of them. If this continued, all the genius disciples that he had brought with him would die here!

This grudge was irreconcilable!

Chen Yuan focused his eyes on one person, and placed his hopes on that person. "Ling Zhuankong, when you meet a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect later, don't show any mercy. One word, kill!"

Ling Zhuankong was the most talented disciple of the Godly Blade Sect, and his strength was unfathomable. He was definitely one of the top disciples in this tea gathering. If he made a move, he would definitely win.

Ling Zhuankong's body was slightly thin. Compared to Sima Jipai's iron tower, he was like a monkey. He gently wiped the long blade in his hand. He said lightly, "Good! Jian Ao will die! Han Shiyun will die! Heavenly Sword Sect was going to be destroyed!"

" Alright! " Chen Yuan nodded his head and revealed a satisfied expression.

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Jian Ao had killed the disciples of Godly Blade Sect and Wind Mist Sect without any hesitation, causing countless disciples to be afraid. Some of them even admitted defeat when they met him. They didn't want to meet this God of Slaughter at all. On the other side, it was the same for Han Shiyun. He also attacked the disciples of Godly Blade Sect and Wind Mist Sect. The two of them could be said to be the executioners of this tea gathering!

To Jian Ao, since they were destined to be enemies, he couldn't show any mercy to his enemies. If he had to kill them, he would kill them.

Only by killing until their enemies were afraid would they give in!

This was especially true for the top powers in the Wind Domain such as the Godly Blade Sect and the Wind Mist Sect. They were huge existences in the eyes of others.

To kill!

However, the only flaw was that this action had angered the eldest disciple of the Godly Blade Sect's Wind Mist Sect. Not to mention the others, in the last battle, the fourth level Sword General of the Heavenly Sword Sect had encountered Ling Zhuankong of the Godly Blade Sect. Without waiting for the former to react, Ling Zhuankong slashed his blade and split him into two. Blood and flesh splattered all over the ground.

This had further stimulated Jian Ao and the others' nerves!

This not only affected them, but also the destiny of the sect.

Killing the genius disciples of the sect was robbing the luck of the sect!

Jian Ao and the others loved the sect. How could they sit idly by and watch such a thing happen? Initially, Han Shiyun had held back, but this time, he didn't. When he saw the disciples of Godly Blade Sect and Wind Mist Sect, he immediately killed them! He had actually held back against the Iron Sword Sect! After all, the Iron Sword Sect had never thought of killing Jian Ao!

Unfortunately, there were not enough people! They hadn't had a good time yet! After all, each sect only had five spots!

Fortunately, Feng Piaoyu's group didn't have the powerful masters of these two sects. They were all disciples of other sects.

Time passed minute by minute. The second round of the points competition had ended!