Nine suns stepping on the sky

Three months later, at the Burial Sword Pool, the sword intent was raging across the sky!

Mo Yu sat cross-legged, looking calm and peaceful, but there was an inexplicable coercion covering his whole body.

The eyes fell, which made people feel heartbroken, and awe could not help but emerge.

Suddenly, Mo Yu's eyes opened suddenly, and a sword will erupted from his body.

Like straight smoke, straight into the sky!

hum-

hum-

In the buried sword pool, millions, tens of millions of broken, and broken long swords are shaking at the same time.

In Jianzong, all the monks felt something, and at the same time opened their eyes wide, looking in this direction.

A sword shadow condensed in the sky above the Burial Sword Pool, connecting heaven and earth like the sword of an ancient god, sprinkling endless majesty.

Clang——

Clang——

Clang——

Countless swordsmen and long swords flew out by themselves at this moment, like a long river returning to the sea, heading straight for the sword shadow Qingtian whizzing away.

In Mo Yu's soul space, the green grass kendo rune trembled sharply, and countless streamers flashed on the surface.

Suddenly, it trembled violently, and a majestic kendo aura erupted!

Kendo rune recovery, complete!

As if the strong shackles had been broken, the other five runes also lit up at the same time.

Although it was slightly dim, the familiar cultivation level returned to the induction again.

A smile appeared on Mo Yu's face, and he raised his head and let out a long roar!

hum-

The sword shadow in the sky trembled accordingly, sweeping across all directions with unparalleled kendo pressure!

Hundreds of millions of long swords surround the surrounding area, and the tip of the sword hangs down at this moment, as if bowing down.

……

After a long time, the shadow of the sword dissipated, and the long swords flew out and returned automatically, falling into the hands of their respective masters.

There was shock on everyone's face, but it soon turned into excitement and excitement!

The suzerain went out and killed the immortal sequence, and today the seventh uncle made such an earth-shattering movement, which is enough to show that his cultivation is unfathomable.

The rise of Jianzong seems to be just around the corner!

……

Ziyan looked into the distance with a dazed expression, her chest heaving and falling with excitement.

This is the real strong man, every move can attract the attention of the world.

Seventh Master Uncle, what a mysterious and powerful man!Although he was not able to witness his real face with his own eyes, in Ziyan's heart, Uncle Qi is already the first-class peerless figure in this world, with unparalleled elegance!

Uncle Shi is young, if given the chance...

Zi Yan thought about it, her pretty face flushed slightly, she was not as cold and indifferent as before.

……

Yu Xuanji frowned slightly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Why, the earth-shattering scene in front of her gave her a vaguely familiar feeling.

It was as if she had been close before.

In her mind, a figure involuntarily appeared, her expression suddenly darkened, and then she shook her head to suppress this unrealistic thought.

"Even if he hides his secrets, how could he be the magnificent Seventh Master Uncle... Yu Mo, the teacher said that you are dead, I don't believe it, but where are you?"

While humming, Yu Xuanji raised his head, with sad eyes.

……

In a quiet room, on both sides of the white stone square table, two figures faced each other silently.

Jian Wudao had far-sighted eyes and a smile on his mouth. He didn't seem to care about being controlled by Mo Yu. He said with a light smile, "It's definitely the most correct decision for this sect to pull you into Jianzong."

He looked admiring, and did not conceal his respect for Mo Yu, "Even this sect is not sure how strong your strength is."

Mo Yu looked calm and did not show complacency, "The suzerain is too famous."

With a single sentence, all temptations were blocked.

Jian Wudao smiled "haha" and didn't care at all, but his eyes showed seriousness, "Yumo, I don't ask you to go through life and death for Jianzong, but I only hope that if something happens in the future, you can take action and save some points for Jianzong. inherited."

Mo Yu frowned, and quickly regained his composure, "I owe Jianzong a favor, and I can agree to this matter. But if I can't do it, I will choose to stand by and watch."

What he said was a small person, but Jian Wudao let the last big stone fall in his heart.

In this world, the easiest thing to do is to agree casually.

Mo Yu's ability to say this shows that he gave a response after serious consideration.

This is obviously more reassuring.

"Of course, if you turn around and leave if it's beyond your ability, this sect won't complain at all." Jian Wudao looked gentle, he smiled, and turned to say: "This sect can sense that although you are not pure I am a swordsman, but there is a pure sword spirit in my body that makes me feel shocked. Maybe, you need a long sword."

He showed arrogance, "With a sword in hand, one is a real swordsman. Overcoming thorns and thorns, even the world can't suppress it."

Mo Yu was silent, then nodded, "I will go to Fengjiange."

Jian Wudao smiled.

Mo Yu sighed softly.

The more he asks for, the more he owes. How can he stay out of it when the great catastrophe of Jianzong comes in the future.

Perhaps, drifting away is Mo Yu's best choice, but if so, how can he feel at ease?

I can only take one step at a time.

……

Seal the sword pavilion.

Apart from being damaged or lost, the long swords of the strongest swordsmen in the past are all dusty here, waiting for those who are destined.

According to the sword sect's rules, only the most outstanding disciples of each generation are eligible to enter the Fengjian Pavilion and choose the long sword.But the crisis is approaching. Since more than ten years ago, in order to improve the disciple's cultivation level as soon as possible, the number of openings of Fengjiang Pavilion has increased.

Many disciples have harvested swords from it, and their strength has greatly increased.

Today is the time for Fengjian Pavilion to open again.

The 76 disciples of the Sword Sect were waiting eagerly, their expressions full of excitement.Although nearly half of them are destined to come out empty-handed, there is also a half chance of being recognized by Qianxian Sword.

Mediocrity or skyrocketing, it will be revealed soon!

"Remember, after entering the sword pavilion today, release your sword accident with all your strength, and don't make any other moves. If you can get the sword's approval, it will automatically fly out and fall into your hand, otherwise you will fail. You only have a quarter of an hour Time, no matter what the result is at that time, you must leave immediately, otherwise you will be eroded by the sword intent, and the consequences will be unpredictable!"

An elder of Jianzong spoke in a deep voice, giving a final warning to the disciples who were about to enter Fengjiange.

At this moment, a ray of sword light came from afar, and it arrived in an instant.After dissipating, Jian Mo's figure was revealed, and he cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother Jiancheng, pass on the suzerain's decree that the opening of Fengjiange will be postponed for an hour."

"Huh?" Jiancheng frowned slightly, "Junior Brother Jianmo, there has never been such a situation when Feng Jiange opened, but something went wrong."

The disciples of the Sword Sect who were waiting to enter, full of excitement and joy, looked up one after another. They did not dare to express their complaints, but they obviously wanted an explanation.

Jian Mo hesitated for a moment, and said, "After a while, Uncle Seven will come to seal the Jiange, looking for a long sword."

Uncle Seven!

Jiancheng looked solemn, showing sincere awe.

The disciples below, after a brief silence, showed endless excitement.

Could it be that today, I can see the true face of Seventh Master Uncle?

Zi Yan took a deep breath, but couldn't calm down no matter what, her heart was pounding.

She unconsciously stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

Yu Xuanji stood beside her, taking these into his eyes, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that the senior sister is not indifferent to all men.

Thinking of Yumo involuntarily, the trace of expectation in her heart quietly disappeared without a trace.

Everyone is paying attention to Seventh Master Uncle, but has anyone ever known about that little sword servant who was buried in Jianchi?