Nine suns stepping on the sky

In order to be recognized by the divine sword psychic, it needs the power to make it submit.

Mo Yu looked calm, raised his hand and grabbed it forward.

boom--

The unparalleled kendo breath, like a volcanic eruption, erupted loudly!

The black long sword trembled, as if it had pierced an invisible barrier, and its speed suddenly decreased.

Every inch of progress becomes extremely difficult.

It struggled violently, and a black halo erupted from the edge of the sword, but it couldn't break free from the suppression.

It took a long time for the black long sword to quiet down a little bit.

Mo Yu reached out and took it into his hand, and the black long sword let out a low beep.

Subdued!

Although I don't know the origin of the black long sword, its quality is definitely one of the highest in Fengjiange.

But at this moment, Mo Yu's face changed slightly, and he sensed that a certain existence suddenly revived deep in the center of his eyebrows.

Immediately, a terrifying devouring force erupted from it.

However, this devouring power was not aimed at Mo Yu, but the long sword in his hand.

The black long sword trembled violently, like a sheep stared at by a lion or tiger, losing its strength to struggle.

Immediately, Mo Yu could clearly sense that the powerful sword power contained in it spewed out crazily and disappeared between his eyebrows.

After a few breaths, the appearance of the black long sword remained the same, but it had lost all its power.

Mo Yu moved his hand slightly, and it turned into powder all over the ground without making a sound.

The entire Fengjian Pavilion suddenly fell silent at this moment, and all the long swords in the battle were still.

Surrounding Mo Yu, they conveyed a sense of scrutiny, as if they had discovered something incredible.

But at this moment, Mo Yu didn't take this into consideration. He frowned and his face was serious.

The one who made a sudden move and devoured the black long sword was actually the silent Xuanhuang Palace!

This important treasure of the Xuanhuang clan is more faintly conveying a desire at this moment.Could it be that it can devour the power of the long sword and restore its own strength?

Mo Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.

This treasure definitely belongs to the Supreme Treasure level. If it can be manipulated in hand, it is enough to make his power skyrocket by a level.

After thinking for a while, Mo Yu suddenly raised his hand, and another long sword fell into his hand.

boom--

Between the eyebrows, the devouring power erupted again, and in just an instant, the power of this obviously high-quality sword was devoured and turned into a piece of powder.

The aura of Xuanhuang Palace has once again increased a little.

……

Outside Fengjiange, everyone looked strange.

Inside, why is it suddenly quiet?

Could it be that the Seventh Elder is choosing, which sword to choose?

Yes, it must be so.

Jian Mo and Jian Cheng looked at each other, showing deep admiration at the same time.

As expected of Seventh Master Uncle!

In the next moment, the space flickered slightly, and Jian Wudao's figure suddenly appeared. With a gloomy face, he said in a low voice, "What happened to Feng Jiange?"

Jian Mo was taken aback, and hurriedly saluted, "See teacher! Seventh Master Uncle is choosing a sword in the pavilion."

"Choose a sword?" Jian Wudao frowned, what was going on, he could sense clearly, the aura of a peerless sword just now suddenly disappeared.

Could this be related to Yumo?

But what is he doing?

At this moment, Jian Wudao frowned again, and he could sense it more clearly as the distance got closer, and there was another aura of the sword in the Sealing Sword Pavilion, which quickly weakened and finally disappeared.

If it were someone else, he would have already broken in directly, but it happened to be Mo Yu.

Just as Jian Wudao's face was cloudy and cloudy, and the space flickered continuously, Jian Wuya and others, who sensed something was wrong, rushed to him one after another.

"Brother Sovereign Master, what happened, why the long sword aura that I sensed belongs to the ancestor of the sword demon has disappeared." Jian Wusheng was the first to speak, with a serious expression on his face.

He worshiped the sword sect, and his inheritance belonged to the lineage of the ancestor of the sword demon. He admired the great power of this sword sect, and once wanted to recover the long sword he left in the seal sword pavilion, but he was unwilling to give up after repeated attempts to no avail.

Feeling this suddenly today, I was naturally frightened and angry.

Jian Wuya and the others also looked solemnly.

Jian Wudao smiled wryly, "I don't know about this matter." He paused, "Mo Yu, I'm choosing a sword in the pavilion."

"It's him?" Jian Wusheng frowned, he didn't know anything about this seventh junior brother who appeared suddenly, and only because of his trust in Jian Wuya, he agreed to join his teacher's sect.

But what happened today made Jian Wusheng feel suspicious.

Could it be that this person was sent by which side, and he could not sneak into Jianzong to destroy it?

Jian Wuya shook his head, "This sect can be sure that the seventh junior brother has no intention of harming my Jianzong, and the third junior brother does not have to doubt it. As for the truth of the matter, I think he will give you and me a reasonable explanation after he comes out."

While speaking, he couldn't help but secretly smiled wryly in his heart, just after these few words, the sword aura in Fengjian Pavilion disappeared seven more times.

What is this Yumo doing?

"Not good! The aura of the inherited sword left by the ancestor of the sword spirit is rapidly weakening...disappeared!" Jian Wuwu shouted angrily, the blue sword robe on his body was windless, and his old face flowed out solemnly.

She is a descendant of the ancestor of the sword spirit, and the inherited sword was destroyed, so she was naturally furious!

Several senior leaders of Jianzong couldn't calm down immediately.

The sword in Fengjian Pavilion seems to have been shelved all year round, and it is not of much use.

But it is one of the powerful heritage accumulated by Jianzong for tens of thousands of years.

Its importance is not at all downstairs of Jianjing!

Every sword, put into the hands of Jianzong disciples, can directly burst into powerful combat power.

Especially the swords left by the ancestors of the sword sects in the past are extremely precious, even if they are all eager to get them.

If it is allowed to be destroyed, the strength of the entire Jianzong will be weakened by at least three layers!

"Sect Master, we can't wait any longer!" Jian Wuya said in a deep voice, "No matter what Mo Yu is doing, interrupt him immediately!"

"Yes! My Sword Sect has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and Feng Jiange has the scale it is today. It must not be destroyed!"

"Sovereign, please make a quick decision!"

Jian Wudao's face was ugly, and after a moment of uncertainty in his eyes, he nodded heavily, "Okay!"

He believed in Mo Yu's judgment, but under the current situation, he had to act.

I just hope that Yumo will not be dissatisfied with Jianzong because of this.

But at this moment, before they could make a move to stop it, Feng Jiange suddenly trembled and collapsed.

Jian Wuya and the others froze suddenly!

fall down……

Feng Jiange, unexpectedly collapsed!

The sudden incident made their minds stagnate for an instant, but then the scene in front of them made their hearts shrink suddenly, and their faces completely darkened!

At this moment, Mo Yu was standing in the air among countless swords, like a black hole, crazily devouring the power of these swords.

No wonder before, the aura of the sword kept disappearing, it turned out to be like this!

This Yumo, what kind of vicious secret technique has been practiced, can forcibly plunder the sword power in the long sword!

But at this moment, no one was thinking about it anymore, the blazing anger made their eyes red.

"Damn it! Stop it!" Jian Wusheng was the first to shout, raising his hand and slashing forward with his sword.

boom--

The emperor's sword shook the heavens and the earth, and the entire sky suddenly became dark, emitting an endless breath of destruction.

But what is shocking is that this slashing of the sword did not cause any damage to Mo Yu at all, and was directly scattered by the turbulent and terrifying sword force around him.

And the source of this sword power is the countless swords of Feng Jiange that are constantly being plundered for power.

They are actually protecting Mo Yu from outside influences.