But the next moment, three more guardians fell to the ground.

Blood flowed, dyeing this emerald green grass garden with a strange color of blood.

A strong smell of blood drifted out, and Qin Jun looked cold and indifferent.

The spiritual power shook, and six invisible Qi swords had condensed.

"I said! Seventeen years ago, the saint fell from the sky and snatched it. As a result, the saint fell to the ground and was taken away by Luo Chen."

"It's too late."

The voice was cold, and the six Qi swords roared out with bursts of sounds breaking through the air, killing the other six people in an instant.

The Thirteen Protectors of the Blood Sect, who are famous in the Immortal Cultivation World, are now only the Blood River left!

Plop...

Xuehe collapsed and sat on the ground. Even if he could go back alive this time, the leader of the Blood Sect would never spare him!

Thirteen foundation-building monks were killed by Qin Jun alone, only one person was left...

What a terrifying ability this is?

"The last question is, who are the leaders of the two military arts now?"

"Sun Bin, Han Fei!"

"Um?"

Qin Jun frowned slightly. These two people were representative figures of military strategists and legalists in the pre-Qin period. Could it be that more than two thousand years have passed and are they still alive?

"You can die."

Qin Jun raised his hand and a Qi sword condensed. When he was about to kill him, some sudden movement suddenly appeared.
Chapter completed!