Nine suns stepping on the sky

Chapter 903 King Level Excalibur

Jian Wusheng's expression froze, showing disbelief, what... what's going on?

"Third Junior Brother, stop!" Jian Wudao yelled, his eyes suddenly brightened, and they fell firmly on Mo Yu's body. Shock, suspicion, excitement and other emotions flashed in his eyes, which were extremely complicated.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and said slowly, "Junior brothers and sisters, don't you realize that the scene in front of you is very similar to my kendo, a legendary event."

A look of blankness flashed in Jian Wuya's eyes, but soon they widened suddenly, and his breathing became short of breath, "The dedication of the sword!"

Because of his excitement, his voice was slightly sharp and weird at the moment.

But now, no one pays attention to this point. After hearing his words, everyone's heart is full of turmoil!

Jian Wudao's voice came out in a low voice, "Dedicate yourself and support the king of the sword, even if it is destroyed, there will be no regrets... This sect originally thought that this was just an impossible legend in the way of swordsmanship, but I didn't expect that today I can see it with my own eyes. witness."

His gaze fell on Mo Yuset, and it became incomparably profound.

Every time, Jian Wudao thought that he had seen Yu Mo clearly enough, but after a long time, he would find out that he still underestimated him.

If the dedication of the sword is triggered, it shows that there is a hidden one in him, the real king of swords, and he restores his own strength with the power of the swords sealed in the past dynasties of Fengjiange.

If he can obtain such a king-level supreme sword, his strength will inevitably skyrocket, and the entire Sword Sect may be saved by then.

Jian Wudao's eyes burst into hotness, but soon he became struggling, and finally he sighed softly, completely suppressing this thought.

How proud is the king of swords, it recognizes Mo Yu, but it may not recognize him.

What's more, Yu Mo is guarded by tens of thousands of swords in Fengjiange, even if he makes a move, he can't succeed.

"Sect Master!" Jian Wuya looked complicated, "What should we do now?"

Jian Wudao was silent for a while, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he nodded heavily, "Wait! All we can do is wait!"

The corner of Jian Wuya's mouth twitched, he looked at Mo Yu who was in the thousands of long swords, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say much.

Jian Wusheng and the others also had a layer of gloom on their faces.

This is Feng Jiange, the sword sect has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and it is only now that it has the scale and heritage it has today.

Now, they have to watch it being destroyed, how can they feel better.

Jian Wudao glanced over, and sighed softly: "The dedication of the sword is a voluntary matter of Long Jian in Fengjiange, and has nothing to do with the seventh junior brother. All juniors and sisters must not hold grudges. Besides, after what happened today, perhaps Feng The Jiange will be destroyed, but my Jianzong will also have a king-level divine sword!"

His expression regained his composure, and wisdom flashed in his eyes, "Although we don't get along much, the Seventh Junior Brother is a man, and as a brother, he can still feel a thing or two. How can he be treated as if it didn't happen when he received such a great favor from my Sword Sect. In the future, when our Sword Sect is going through calamities, if the seventh junior brother can make a move, the vitality of our Sword Sect will increase."

Jian Wuya, Jian Wusheng and the others shook their bodies. They just couldn't figure it out for a while, but they were reminded by Jian Wudao and suddenly came to their senses.

The destruction of Fengjiange is irreversible, taking this opportunity to get closer to the seventh junior brother is the best choice for Jianzong.

If his attitude is bad, it will only make him lose his morals, and Jianzong really has nothing to gain!

"Sect Master is wise!"

The five people saluted at the same time, and when they got up, they looked again, although their eyes were still a bit complicated, they had become peaceful.

……

The long sword is like a forest, and the sword's power is shocking!

Mo Yu closed his eyes, and the black sword robe on his body was flying up and down, making hunting noises.

Deep between the eyebrows, there was a scorching heat, getting heavier and heavier, like a silent volcano, gradually recovering!

Suddenly, a sword sound resounded in the depths of his soul, followed by a kindness.

Mo Yu raised his hand, and the crimson glow flowed from his palm, gradually condensing into a long dark red sword.

It is crystal clear, like the purest fire crystal in the world, carefully polished.

A monstrous sword force rushed straight into the sky, and a powerful and majestic aura filled the entire space.

Majestic and solemn, like a supreme king, looking down at his subjects.

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Countless long swords suspended in the air vibrate at the same time at this moment, revealing joy and excitement.The blazing sword force spewed out crazily, like a meteor, releasing the last brilliance.

That terrifying aura actually distorted the entire world, forming a pure world of swords!

In the world, there is only the way of the sword!

The Xuanhuang Sword, one of the three forms of the Xuanhuang Palace, revived, and Mo Yu's strength increased greatly, but at this moment, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

With the dedication of the sword, the king will appear, and the rest will be destroyed!

Snapped--

Countless light sounds came out at the same time, giving the impression that a long sword was floating in the sky, collapsing and dissipating like a phantom.

Swaying, countless dust, spilled on the ground.

Mo Yu raised his hand suddenly, Xuanhuang sword slashed towards the sky, and a sword shadow shot up into the sky, sinking into the sky.

There was a brief silence, the sky twisted violently, and then exploded, with endless sword lights crisscrossing.

Mince everything!

At this moment, it seems like the sky is falling apart!

Mo Yu's voice was low and slow, "Yi Tianbeng, send you all respectful!"

The Xuanhuang Sword made a trembling sound, echoing him.

The sound of human voices and swords overwhelmed everything and was heard clearly in everyone's ears.

Jian Wudao's body shook, and his eyes became more gentle.

Jianxiu regards the sword as a friend, a teacher, and a life. Mo Yu's actions made him feel much better.

Taking a breath, he took a step forward and said, "The dedication of the swords is their voluntary act, so you don't need to be sentimental. Besides, it is also an honor for them to be able to integrate themselves into the king-level divine sword."

As he said that, he bowed to the Xuanhuang Sword in Mo Yu's hand, nothing else involved, just a sword repairer, respect for the king-level divine sword.

Mo Yu took a deep breath, and his expression returned to calm. He turned around and glanced at the 76 Jianzong disciples.

After pondering for a while, he raised his hand, and the Xuanhuang Sword trembled slightly!

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Sword shadows emerged one after another, and immediately attracted infinite energy from the heavens and the earth, pouring it into it crazily.

After a few breaths, everything returned to calm, and 76 dark red long swords appeared.

"Although these long swords are condensed with origin force, they contain a trace of the power of a king-level divine sword, which can automatically absorb power and restore them. Unless they are subjected to a powerful force that exceeds the limit, they will not be destroyed."

"The Sealing Sword Pavilion has been destroyed. I condensed 76 long swords and gave them to you." While speaking, Mo Yu waved his sleeves, and the 76 long swords flew directly in front of the disciples of the Sword Sect.

Jian Wudao's eyes lit up, and he said in a low voice, "For the gift from the Seventh Elder, you can't wait to thank me!"

The 76 Sword Sect disciples took the long sword with both hands, felt the terrifying power contained in it, and immediately showed ecstasy, they all knelt down on one knee, and whispered, "Thank you, Seventh Elder!"

Mo Yu turned around, "Brother Sovereign."

Jian Wudao smiled kindly, "Seventh Junior Brother!"

"With me here, the Sword Sect is immortal."

It's a promise.

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