Chapter 781: Without fear, slaughtering everyone, the smell of blood wafting out

Zhao Jun's expression stalled, then he asked sinisterly, "Oh? How do you want to slaughter our Mo Sect?"

Zhang Wuji said coldly, "Tonight I will lead the Six Great Sects to wash your Mo Sect in blood. Whether it is the Elders, Hall Masters, or ordinary disciples, whoever participated in the encirclement and suppression of the Mo Sect will all be slaughtered!"

"You dare!" Zhao Jun's expression sank, killing intent boiling. He gritted his teeth and said, "I want to personally pluck off your head and hang it on the city wall of the Mo Sect!"

"Hehe..." Zhang Wuji sneered disdainfully, "Then you can try!"

Saying this, he picked up the Heaven-Reliant Sword, and a sword intent as vast as a tide radiated from his body, the surrounding air even twisting vaguely.

27 This huge oppressive feeling made Zhao Jun's breathing choke, as if his chest was blocked.

However, Zhao Jun was the Mo Sect Leader after all. Although Zhang Wuji's aura was terrifying, it did not scare him.

"I admit that your cultivation is slightly better than mine, but our Mo Sect has many masters. Even if your Emei Sect comes out in full force, in the end, it can only end up in destruction."

Zhao Jun sneered, staring at Zhang Wuji without fear.

Although Zhao Jun was secretly anxious in his heart, he did not show it, but pretended to be calm.

"Hmph, I actually admire you for being calm in the face of danger. No wonder you became the Young Master of the Ming Sect at such a young age." Zhang Wuji mocked.

"Hmph! Stop the nonsense, let's fight again!" Zhao Jun snorted coldly and rushed toward Zhang Wuji again.

Zhang Wuji was not afraid and raised the Heaven-Reliant Sword to meet him.

The weapons collided, making a crisp sound.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, a miserable howl spread across the wilderness.

One could see Zhao Jun holding an arm, howling in pain, blood dripping.

Just now, one of his arms had been sliced open by the edge of Zhang Wuji's sword.

Zhang Wuji withdrew the Heaven-Reliant Sword, his face icy, "I will give you one last chance. Hurry up and let her go, otherwise, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Zhao Jun was in so much pain that his face became somewhat ferocious. He glared fiercely at Zhang Wuji and scolded angrily, "Little bastard, you wait. You dare to destroy my arm; our Mo Sect will definitely chop you into ten thousand pieces and grind your bones into dust."

"I'll wait!" Zhang Wuji's tone was calm, not afraid at all because of this.

"Damnable bastard!"

"You go first, I will stay to delay him for a moment!" Zhao Jun roared and pushed the girl out.

The girl cried, "Deputy Flag Master..."

"Hurry up and go, it will be too late if you are late." Zhao Jun urged.

The girl was unwilling to leave; she was very worried about the Deputy Flag Master.

Zhao Jun snorted coldly, "Don't dawdle, hurry up and go!"

Zhang Wuji looked coldly at the girl fleeing, a mocking arc appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"It's better that she left. This way, no one will stop me from killing him." Zhang Wuji looked at Zhao 047 Jun indifferently and slowly raised the Heaven-Reliant Sword in his hand.

"Not good, he wants to kill the Sect Leader." The commotion here woke up the other two black-clad masked men.

The two's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly rushed over, blocking in front of Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji snorted coldly, "Get lost!"

One of the masked men said angrily, "Stop acting fierce; tonight I will surely take your head!"

Zhang Wuji narrowed his eyes and sneered, "What a big tone!"

His figure rushed out like lightning, reaching the two in an instant.

Zhang Wuji slashed out with his sword, instantly splitting one of them in two, the smell of blood wafting out. ===== CHAPTER 783 =====