Nine suns stepping on the sky

In a secret room, countless forbidden formation runes float in the void, shining and immortal like stars, which isolates this place and prevents it from being detected by the outside world.

Mo Yu sat cross-legged, with the 36-leaf lotus platform under his body, a trace of chaos power rose and slowly merged into his body.

He doesn't regret the promise he made to Jian Wudao.

After all, Mo Yu is very clear about the importance of Fengjiange to Jianzong.To destroy it and revive the form of the Xuanhuang Palace Sword, he owes too much to the Sword Sect.

A man walks in the world, does something and does not do something, and needs to be responsible!However, one must be as careful as possible while doing things, if one's identity is revealed, Jianzong will be doomed forever.

Fortunately, Xuanhuangjian has recovered, a peerless swordsman is his best disguise.

In the soul space, the green grass kendo runes are shining brightly. With the help of the chaotic lotus platform, Mo Yu is quickly integrating the kendo practice in the sword school. After completion, his kendo cultivation can be completely stabilized.

……

Jianzong hall.

Jian Wudao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, and Jian Wuya saluted, "Suzerain, the envoys from the thirteen directions are seeking to see you, and determine the date of the conference."

His face was slightly gloomy.

The corners of Jian Wudao's mouth curled up slightly, and there was a trace of mockery, "I just want to test whether this sect is intact, and these people's methods are still so low." He waved his hand, "Junior brother, let them in."

While speaking, Jian Wudao took a step forward and directly sat down on the main seat deep in the hall, the majesty of the superior slowly permeated.

"Yes." Jian Wuya felt relieved when he saw this, and turned to leave.

Soon, amidst the sound of dense footsteps, thirteen monks, male or female, with different costumes, were ushered into the hall.

"See the Lord of Sword Sect!"

The 13 people saluted with respectful expressions.

"Get up." The plain voice came from the depths of the hall, but it was like a god shouting, bringing endless oppression.

The faces of the 13 people all changed slightly, their auras were so strong, and they didn't look injured at all... Could it be that the master of the Sword Sect has really broken through?

If this is the case, the news must be sent back as soon as possible to make changes to the plan at the conference.

Among the 13 people, an old man with a cold breath had a particularly ugly face.Sensing breath, he is also a sword cultivator.

When everyone stood up, the old man's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly took a step forward, and said respectfully: "My ancestor Xuanyun of the Wuji Sword Sect, wants me to send a congratulatory gift, congratulations to the master of the Sword Sect for breaking through the shackles and reaching the realm of heaven!"

While speaking, he took out a jade box and slowly opened it.

boom--

A domineering sword intent, with the aura of looking down on everything and destroying everything, erupted suddenly!

call out--

The sword shadow flickered, and in an instant, it was approaching.

The momentum is like a rainbow!

The gray sword robe on Jian Wudao was forced to move by the powerful sword intent, making a drumming sound.

There was a bit of solemnity in his eyes, but his expression was extremely calm, and he raised his hand and moved forward a little.

puff--

With a soft sound, the shadow of the slashing sword trembled slightly, and then dissipated.

Such an understatement broke the terrifying sword, and the monks of the thirteen forces, at the same time, showed horror in their eyes, and unconsciously a little more awe in their expressions.

It's just that they didn't realize that Jian Wudao's eyes were full of tiredness, but in the next moment, he became energetic again.

The old man of the Wuji Sword Sect was terrified, but a smile appeared on his face, "The sect master beheaded the Zijiao ancestor, and his name moved the world of Abi, but there are always people in the world who have doubts about the sect master's cultivation. Therefore, my sect Xuanyun elder The ancestor specially sent this sword, and no one will dare to question the suzerain after today."

He knelt down on one knee, with a respectful expression, "Huang Gu, elder of the Wuji Sword Sect, congratulations to the suzerain for breaking through the heaven and becoming the second ancestor of the sword between heaven and earth, and a role model for my thousands of sword sects!"

The other cultivators from all parties cursed shamelessly in their hearts at the same time. It was obviously a temptation, but they found such a high-sounding excuse.

But I have to admit that this excuse is really good, even if the master of Jianzong is angry, he can only bear it.

"Congratulations to the suzerain, breaking through the shackles and stepping into the realm of heaven!" The crowd followed and bowed down.

Jian Wudao looked calm, and said lightly: "My ancestor Xuanyun's great gift has been accepted by this sect, and today I also have a gift, which I want to give back to him."

As soon as he raised his hand, no one saw his actions clearly, and Huang Gu, who was kneeling below him, just froze suddenly with a smile on his face.In the next moment, a huge head rolled down, and blood gushed out from the broken neck.

The monks from the twelve forces felt their scalps numb at the same time, and their backs were instantly covered in cold sweat.

"You bring this head to the Wuji Sword Sect, and say that the sect will look for opportunities and ask them for a reasonable explanation." Jian Wudao's eyes turned cold, "Go on, the meeting will be held as scheduled in one month's time!"

"Yes, I'll take my leave!" The monks from the twelve forces got up and wiped off their cold sweat. They looked at each other, and finally a person who had a good relationship with Huang Gu walked out with a bitter face, picked up his head, and hurried away with everyone.

The indifference and majesty on Jian Wudao's face disappeared little by little after they left, replaced by a bit of worry.

Sure enough, they still didn't give up on Jianzong, even though he had killed the Zijiao ancestor.

However, after what happened today, they must have restrained themselves a bit, not daring to be too presumptuous.

Mo Yu's figure appeared in his mind, and Jian Wudao's expression eased slightly.

With his cultivation level and the king-level divine sword in his hand, he is a hidden trump card of Jianzong.

"Hope, I can survive this calamity..."

Jian Wudao sighed, revealing deep tiredness, the gray robe on his body was getting darker, and there was a faint breath of gray defeat.

……

For the Wuji Sword Sect, Huang Gu's head was wide open, as if he hadn't thought that the master of the Sword Sect would dare to kill him.

The senior officials of the Wuji Sword Sect in the palace had a gloomy expression on their faces.

Above, an old man sat cross-legged. He was wearing a purple sword gown. From the brows, it could be seen that he must have been a handsome and handsome man when he was young.

This person is the only Heavenly Dao Sword Cultivator of Wuji Sword Sect, Patriarch Xuanyun.At this moment, he waved his hand and ordered someone to take Huang Gu's head away, his voice was indifferent, "This old man underestimated the ruthlessness of the master of the Sword Sect."

"Old Ancestor, is this the end of the matter?" an Elder of the Wuji Sword Sect said gloomily.

Patriarch Xuanyun didn't answer directly, but said indifferently: "Huang Tian, ​​what do you want to do with this matter?"

The current Sovereign of the Wuji Sword Sect came out, with a respectful expression, "Report to the ancestor. The meeting is approaching, so it is not easy to cause troubles, and it is my sect's fault to investigate this matter carefully."

"Very good, I didn't lose my head because of a moment of anger." Patriarch Xuanyun showed some appreciation.

Huang Tian's expression was calm, and when he looked up, his eyes were dignified, "Old Ancestor, the most important point right now is whether all parties will support my Wuji Sword Sect after confirming Jian Wudao's cultivation level... I'm afraid that the scheduled event will happen. If this happens, we have to be prepared as soon as possible.”

"No need." Patriarch Xuanyun smiled with a calm look on his face, "Although I don't know how Jian Wudao can easily neutralize the power of my sword, but he is definitely not a sword cultivator of the Dao of Heaven."

"Perhaps others will not believe this, but the old man can vaguely sense it when he steps into the realm of heaven with his sword."

He lowered his head and thought about it, and the ancestor Xuanyun waved his hand, "The parties involved agreed to agree on the benefits of the plan, and I, Wuji Sword Sect, will give up another [-]%. In addition, at the meeting, I, Wuji Sword Sect, will do it on my own, so there is no need for them to take risks." .”

"Yes, Patriarch!" Huang Tian bowed in salute, and then slowly backed away, leading the senior members of Wuji Sword Sect to retreat.

Patriarch Xuanyun lowered his head, looked at his left hand that lacked a finger, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Jian Daozi, back then you were short as an old man, but now I want your entire Jianzong, and I will spare no chicken or dog!"

The low groan echoed in the hall, it was terrifying!