Nine suns stepping on the sky

Soon, a low cry of surprise sounded, "Here we come!"

Everyone looked up, only to see a figure in a black sword robe walking towards the distant sky.

His back is tall and straight, like a pine and cypress snow mountain, and his gestures and gestures naturally exude a strong and domineering attitude.

It seems that the power of heaven and earth cannot make him bend down.

The pure black mask covered the entire face, but the pair of jet-black eyes shone like stars.

There was a strong wind in the sky, and the black sword robe was stirring, like a banner that would never fall.

For a moment, everyone was mesmerized.

……

Mo Yu smiled wryly in his heart. If Jian Wudao hadn't asked for it seriously, he would never agree to it if he needed to use his name to boost the morale of the Sword Sect.

Even though he had expected it in his heart, the high-profile journey and the fiery gazes of countless Sword Sect monks still made him a little unbearable.

Fortunately, he had a mask on his face, otherwise his true identity would have been exposed in today's encounter.

At that time, it will be the turn of Jianzong and others to cry without tears.

Fortunately, this ordeal will soon end.

Sweeping casually, Mo Yu's gaze paused imperceptibly.

It's actually them...

Zi Yan's excitement and excitement were directly ignored, and Mo Yu saw the sadness in Yu Xuanji's eyes.

Compared with the surrounding Jianzong monks, she seemed a bit depressed.

Is it because of his "death"?

Mo Yu's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked away without showing any strangeness.

"See Uncle Seven!" Jian Mo and Jian Cheng hurriedly saluted.

"See the Seventh Elder!"

The rest of the Sword Sect disciples looked excited.

Mo Yu nodded slightly, but did not speak, but no one thought he was arrogant.

Because a peerless swordsman should be so proud!

Jian Mo faintly got a hint. Although he didn't understand why the Seventh Master Uncle was so low-key, he didn't dare to delay. He got up and said, "Seventh Master Uncle, the opening of Fengjian Pavilion is delayed, please enter."

Jiancheng hurriedly gestured, and the monks of Jianzong who were guarding outside Fengjiange bowed their heads and retreated to the sides.

Mo Yu turned around, and walked into Fengjian Pavilion with great strides amidst many gazes.

Ziyan's pretty face flushed slightly, she stared blankly at the entrance of Fengjiange, the figure of the Seventh Elder had disappeared, but she couldn't recover for a long time.

The tall and straight figure, the mysterious mask, the arrogance of an unrivaled powerhouse, the free and easy gestures... Seventh Elder is more magnificent and charming than she expected.

It's like a jar of fine wine, just taking a sip from a distance makes her feel intoxicated for a while, and she wants to be addicted to it forever, never wanting to wake up again.

Therefore, when Zi Yan was awakened by Yu Xuanji, she couldn't help feeling a little angry in her heart, and said with force: "Junior Sister, what did you call me?"

At this moment, Yu Xuanji didn't care to look at her face carefully, and carefully lowered his voice, "Senior Sister! Look at the figure of the Seventh Elder, doesn't it look like a person, and his back looks very familiar to me."

Zi Yan's face changed slightly, and then she showed a look of disbelief, "Junior Sister, don't you want to say that the seventh elder is that Yumo? How is this possible? As the seventh elder, how can it be possible to become a sword servant! They Among them, at most, they are somewhat similar in shape, and the rest are not the same at all, don't you think that Yumo can release this kind of incomparable powerhouse breath."

"What's more, the teacher has already found out that he has no breath in the sword burial pool, and he is already dead. Why can't you put it down, junior sister!"

Yu Xuanji's expression darkened.

Yes, Yumo is dead.

He can't be the Seventh Elder.

Perhaps, it was really her illusion!

Zi Yan also seemed to notice that her tone was a bit harsh, but seeing Yu Xuanji's depressed appearance, she felt a little resentful.Isn't it a joke that a generation of sword sect geniuses, noble daughters who are bound to shine in the future, fall in love with mere sword servants!

Even if it is not extravagant, to meet such a magnificent figure as the Seventh Elder, at least one must choose a young talent with similar status and status.

Junior sister Yu Xuanji is still a little naive, unable to see clearly in this world, only the strong are worth relying on.

……

As soon as he entered Fengjian Pavilion, he seemed to be aware of the countless swords outside, Mo Yu's soul space, and the green grass kendo runes suddenly lit up.

hum-

The powerful will of the sword burst out of the body, and in just an instant, it filled every inch of Fengjiange's space.

There was a short silence, and countless dusty swords trembled at the same time. Countless swords were thick, or elegant, or overbearing, or delicate... Like a flood, they erupted wildly and collided in the void!

call out--

A long sword inlaid with seven-star gemstones shot out suddenly, about to fall into Mo Yu's hands.But almost at the same moment, the other three long swords that were no less powerful than it flew up, and together they directly knocked it into the air.

Immediately, the three long swords turned their tips and fought fiercely in mid-air.

hum-

hum-

hum-

In a blink of an eye, more long swords flew up by themselves, and they fought with each other as they approached Mo Yu.

They are vying to become the sword in his palm.

……

Outside the Fengjian Pavilion, although Jianzong Zhixiu couldn't see what was going on inside the pavilion, he could still faintly hear the sudden eruption of sword power and the sound of fighting.

One by one, they couldn't help it, and opened their mouths.

Although it is unbelievable, the fact is right in front of your eyes. The sword in Fengjiange, which is extremely arrogant and disdainful to most sword repairers, is vying for the qualification to become the sword in the hands of the Seventh Elder.

A famous sword cultivator looked at Feng Jiange again, and was immediately in awe.

As expected of Seventh Master Uncle!

……

"It actually caused the sages in Fengjiange to fight with their swords?" Hearing the news from Fengjiange, Jian Wudao was astonished, thinking of his faint sentence "the suzerain is too famous" not long ago, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

How can there be too much reputation, it is obviously an underestimation, it is unexpected.

But Jian Wudao's eyes were full of smiles.

The stronger Mo Yu's strength, the better. This will benefit Jianzong and not harm him at all.

If he can be so strong that he alone can protect Jianzong, then it will be perfect.

Shaking his head to restrain his unrealistic thoughts, Jian Wudao showed expectation on his face, wondering which long sword he would choose in the end.

But if you think about it, you won't be disappointed.

……

Mo Yu's expression was calm, and he didn't feel the slightest excitement because of the flying sword in front of him.

With his current kendo cultivation and his own strength, ordinary long swords are not in the eye of the eye at all.

Since you owe a favor, if you want to take it, take the best one!

With his eyes narrowed, he crossed the many long swords in the fierce battle and swept across the Fengjian Pavilion.

Soon, several long swords fell into his eyes.

They stayed in place quietly, and looked inconspicuous among the many long swords in the melee, but they were so different.

On the surface, these long swords are ordinary, but Mo Yu can feel a sense of arrogance from them!

That is a kind of arrogance of a peerless swordsman!

Perhaps their masters have been dead for many years, but the passing years have only washed away the leaden splendor on their surfaces, but they have been truly sharp and incomparable, tightly closed and restrained.Only the sword cultivators who have been recognized by them can make them bloom again, that brilliance as bright as the sun, moon and stars!

Mo Yu felt it for a while, then raised his hand without warning, and grabbed it forward.

In the corner not far away, the black long sword quietly placed on the sword stand suddenly rang out loudly, suppressing all the sounds of swords in the surrounding area in an instant.

call out--

It is like a black lightning, with a terrifying aura that cuts the sky and smashes the earth, and it arrives in an instant!