Chapter 912 Song Guangming's Death
Chapter 912 Song Guangming's Death
Sensing the gaze of the Jiuxuan Sect Master, the head of the Qing Sect's face changed, and he secretly said that it was not good.
Through the weak light, he saw that the Jiuxuan Sect Master's eyes were fierce, like an executioner, as if he was going to take some action.
Just when he was thinking this, the Jiuxuan Sect Master shouted: "Everyone listen to my order, kill Song Guangming, he is a saint, and he will definitely be terrible when he grows up!"
"If we can't suppress him, we will definitely raise a tiger to cause trouble in the future!!"
"Kill him for me!!"
Suddenly, more than 5,000 people behind him burst into shouting: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
In an instant, the whole corridor shouted and rushed forward.
"Dong~!!!"
Song Guangming's heart skipped a beat, and before he could react, he immediately felt a big hand like a palm leaf fan pressing on his shoulder. He heard a sound of bone dislocation, and his shoulder was twisted off. Then a knife came towards him, and the sharp knife light was in front of his eyes.
"Guangming, go!"
The leader of the Qing Sect was quick-witted and shouted, and repelled the knife with a palm, but Song Guangming's arm was not saved.
"Hua La La!!!"
The arm flew out, and blood was dripping.
Song Guangming panted heavily, leaning against the wall, his face turned pale.
However, at this moment, a disciple of the Jiuxuan Sect had rushed behind him, and a dagger slashed through the wall, leaving a series of cracks on the wall, and stabbed into his lower abdomen with a piercing sound.
Some Qing Sect disciples wanted to rescue him, but it was too late.
"Ah!!!"
Song Guangming screamed, spitting out blood, turned his head with difficulty to look at the Jiuxuan Sect disciple, and said: "I... I am not a saint, really not..."
Before he finished the last word, the disciple exerted force suddenly, and with a puff, one of his ribs was pierced directly by the dagger. The sharp dagger pierced out from behind him, and a bloody arm passed through, holding his heart.
"Humph, if we don't kill you, we will not have a good time when you grow up in the future, so you must die!" The disciple pulled back his arm, put the heart on the ground, and split it in half with a knife.
"Plop!!!" Song Guangming rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.
Before he died, he regretted it very much.
He never thought that he would end up like this after impersonating the identity of the saint.
Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now.
"Hahaha, this boy is dead, we don't have any worries in the future!" The leader of Jiuxuan Sect laughed.
The leader of Qing Sect was livid and extremely angry.
Song Guangming's death was equivalent to the shattering of Qing Sect's hope of rising, which made Yao roar and shouted: "You are looking for death!"
Snap! ! !
A fierce slap hit the face of Jiuxuan Sect's leader hard, and he was beaten directly to the ground, spitting blood.
The leader of Qing Sect was angry, and he was not a vegetarian. After beating Jiuxuan Sect's leader to the ground, he drew his sword and chopped him, ready to avenge Song Guangming.
But he was powerless no matter what. Jiuxuan Sect's leader waved his hand, and five thousand people rushed over with big swords, slashing at him in unison.
These people are the elites of Jiuxuan Sect. Each of them is a strong man in the early stage of Nirvana. They quickly used their numerical advantage to squeeze the leader of Qing Sect into a corner. His body was covered with wounds and blood.
Although they won the victory, Jiuxuan Sect did not pay a price. More than a hundred people were killed, and countless were seriously injured.
During this period, more than a thousand disciples of Qing Sect participated in it, but there were too many people in Jiuxuan Sect, far exceeding the sum of their numbers, and the weapons in their hands were coated with poison. Qing Sect was no match at all. They died and were injured in one encounter.
As for the other sects, they all watched the excitement from the side.
In the eyes of these people, if one person died, they would have one less competitor.
So when Song Guangming was assassinated, they did not take action and did not want to get involved.
"Get out of the way, let me finish it!"
At this time, the leader of Jiuxuan Sect took out a pill and swallowed it. He soon recovered to his peak, drew out a sharp sword, and walked towards the corner.
The disciples hurriedly stepped aside to make way.
The leader of Jiuxuan Sect walked in front of the leader of Qingxiao Sect and sneered: "Can you be more powerful?"