Nine suns stepping on the sky

In the world of Abi, the east is the highest, the north is second, the west is the third, and the south is the last.

Respecting the left and suppressing the right is also the position of Jianzong and the right of the south.

At the end of the twelve Taoism!

At this moment, all parties in the orthodox battle stage glanced at each other with caution and fear, but more with sarcasm.

Shouting slogans in vain and wanting to make Jianzong rise is really a joke!Jianzong, known as the most powerful force under the Shura Saint Clan back then, will eventually die today.

Zhengdong, the master of the god sect narrowed his eyes, and glanced at Jianzong and his party, his eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly said: "Master of Jianzong, this person wearing a mask should be the disciple Jian Daozi accepted during his travels."

Jian Wudao looked calm, "Not bad."

He turned around, "Junior Brother Yumo, this is the master of the divine sect."

Mo Yu got up, cupped his hands and said, "The seventh elder of Jianzong, he has met the master of the god sect."

Look calm, neither humble nor overbearing.

The master of the divine religion chuckled, his voice was a little sharp, "Jian Daozi believed in the way of the sword all his life, and he acted openly and aboveboard. He didn't expect that after his death, there would be an extra disciple who hides his head and shows his tail. It's really ridiculous."

Jian Wudao's expression changed slightly, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes, "What does the Lord of the God Sect mean by this?"

"It's nothing, just a casual remark."

"you……"

Mo Yu laughed, and said lightly: "Brother, I have a clear sword heart, and I act according to my heart. Why should I care about what outsiders say. Otherwise, there are so many Zhangs, Lis, and Lis in the world. Do you and I want to argue with them one by one?"

Zhang San?Li Si?

The corners of Jian Wuya's mouth twitched slightly, secretly thinking that this seventh junior brother is very courageous, but these words are indeed very satisfying!

The lord of the divine religion turned his eyes cold, and he fell down with Pei Ran's coercion, "Presumptuous! How dare you be rude to the lord of this sect!"

Mo Yu raised his head and looked directly at him, "It's just a casual remark, why should the leader of the god religion care about it, otherwise such a narrow-minded mind would be ridiculed by the world."

"The sharpness of the tongue is useless to the leader of the sect. If you dare to offend me, you will have to pay the price." The leader of the divine religion opened his mouth slowly, and the space suddenly froze, and a terrifying atmosphere permeated the air.

"Yu Mo panicked." Mo Yu cupped his hands, and his eyes suddenly shot sharply, "Could it be that the master of the divine sect wants to provoke the orthodoxy to fight?"

Jian Wudao looked cold, "No matter how my Jianzong falls, I will always be one of the twelve Taoisms."

The space suddenly became silent and fell into dead silence!

The rest of the Taoist cultivators from the ten directions all showed astonishment on their faces. They obviously never thought that Jianzong would dare to be so tough and make it impossible for the leader of the divine sect to step down.

You must know this one, but the famous flaws in the world must be reported!

But soon, everyone came to their senses. Is this... the last madness before destruction?The poor master of the god religion, who has been tyrannical all his life, has now hit the muzzle of a gun.

Just when everyone thought that the volcanic eruption was about to happen, the lord of the god religion suddenly calmed down, and even showed a smile on his lips, "Jianzong may no longer be one of the twelve Taoisms soon, when the time comes, my lord, look at you How to."

He stared blankly, "Sharp-mouthed junior, my leader remembers you."

The voice was calm and smiling, but the cold eyes almost made the blood coagulate.

The lord of the divine religion waved his robe sleeves and sat upright, said calmly: "Qinghe, the time has come, let's activate the formation."

After the words fell, he lowered his head slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

As the master of the divine religion and a giant of Megatron, his every move has a deep meaning.

For Mo Yu, it was because he faintly felt a threat from him.

Although thin, it was enough to attract his attention!

You must know that the master of the divine religion has reached the peak of the first step of the way of heaven, and may take the second step at any time.

It can make him feel threatened... Mo Yu's strength can be imagined.

But unfortunately, he tried a lot, but he didn't get the slightest conclusion.

But there is no problem, because next, someone will continue to shoot.

Outside the orthodox battle platform, Qinghe Patriarch smiled slightly, "Old friend, I wish you good luck."

With a serious look on his face, he raised his hand to the Taoist platform, and pointed down.

"Formation, Qi!"

hum-

On the orthodox battle platform, countless divine lights gushed out and quickly condensed to form several huge runes, which released weak fluctuations and covered the entire field.

At the same time, in the five main cities of Abi World 360, the sky suddenly distorted, and the scene of the orthodox battle platform slowly emerged.

Countless people were eagerly waiting for the monks, and their expressions showed excitement.

"The battle of orthodoxy has begun!"

"It is rumored that this time, Wuji Sword Sect will make a move to challenge the position of Sword Sect."

"It's not a rumor. This matter has been confirmed. Today, there will be a shocking battle on the Daoist battlefield!"

"The Twelve Daoist Traditions in our Southern Xinjiang Region may need to be replaced!"

……

Patriarch Qinghe stopped, led the monks under his command to retreat, and built various collection arrays for the saints to check in the future.

The master of the divine religion said lightly, "Xuanyun, at this moment, Wuji Sword Sect has not made a move, when will it be!"

Rolling sound waves echoed in the air.

Patriarch Xuanyun looked solemn, "In this battle, there is no retreat!"

"There is no retreat!"

Huang Tian and the other monks of the Wuji Sword Sect roared frantically.

call out--

The sound of the sword soared into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, Wuji Sword Sect and his party flew into the Taoist battle platform.

Ancestor Xuanyun's eyes swept across, his whole body was full of contempt, and he bowed his hands at this moment, "Today, the Wuji Sword Sect is challenging the position of the Sword Sect's orthodoxy!"

hum-

The entire Daoist battle platform trembled suddenly, and then spewed out a large piece of scarlet light, the breath was extremely gloomy, and the strong smell of blood made people chill.

Jian Wudao stood up with a long body, his expression was indifferent, "Jianzong, fight!"

As his voice fell, the scarlet light on the Taoist battle platform quickly condensed into two rings, floating above the two sects.

Patriarch Xuanyun waved his hand, "Today, I, the Wuji Sword Sect, will completely crush the Sword Sect."

Swah——

The sword light flashed, and a young Wuji Sword Sect monk flew into the ring above his head, and said loudly: "Wuji Sword Sect Qingyue, challenge all sword cultivators of the Sword Sect!"

With a handsome face and a calm posture, he naturally exuded a sense of pride.

As soon as he raised his hand, the long sword shook, cracking gold and iron!

……

Yuncheng, one of the five main cities of Abi 360, is headed by the patriarch of the Qing family, and all powerful families gather together.

At this moment, a monk from the Qing family cheered, "Look, it's Brother Qing!"

Everyone in the Qing family was restless and excited.

The expressions of the monks in the surrounding area suddenly changed slightly, with deep envy in their eyes.

"Congratulations to Patriarch Qinghuan! The Qing family has such a talent, why worry about it not being prosperous in the future!"

"That's right! I didn't expect Qingyue to have today's achievements. The Qing family is very lucky!"

"In the future, Patriarch Qinghuan, please support us a lot!"

All kinds of congratulations and flattery poured in, and everyone in the Qing family looked proud.

Qing Huan coughed, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet. A smugness flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to be indifferent: "Qingyue became a core disciple of the Wuji Sword Sect before March. A battle for monks. Challenge the Sword Sect God General Rank Sword Cultivator, and you will be able to catch it with your hands!"

"When the Wuji Sword Sect replaces the Sword Sect and becomes one of the twelve orthodox lineages in southern Xinjiang, Qingyue will also return home. At that time, I invite everyone to come to the celebration banquet of the Qing family."

When the surrounding monks heard the words, their hearts were shocked.

"Core disciples... Nephew Qingyue's future achievements will be limitless!" An old man sighed with resignation in his eyes. It's a pity that they don't have such an excellent junior in their family.

"Patriarch Qinghuan, don't worry, we will definitely prepare generous gifts and wait for the summons at any time!"

"When the Patriarch arrives, please give us an invitation card, otherwise we will have to come uninvited!"

……

Yu Xuanji clenched the long sword in his hand, stood up and saluted, "Sect Master, elders, disciples please fight!"

Jian Wuya frowned, having some impression of this disciple, he turned to Jian Xin to look.

Jian Xin smiled wryly, hesitated for a while, and shook his head without any trace.

Jian Wuya knew it well, so he waved his hand to refuse.

Although the first battle was only a contest of the rank of gods and generals, it had a profound impact on the morale of the sect and must not be ignored.

At this moment, Mo Yu suddenly whispered: "Brother, I think she can do it."

Jian Wudao hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "In that case, let her fight."

Yu Xuanji looked excited, and cast a grateful look at Mo Yu. Obviously, at the critical moment, the Seventh Elder spoke for her, otherwise the sect would most likely reject her invitation to fight.

She got up and said solemnly: "Yu Xuanji, I will definitely live up to the high expectations of the sect!"

Yuluo jumped up, his clothes fluttered, and flew into the ring.

"Sword Sect God General Rank, Yu Xuanji will fight!"

She looked cold, and murmured in her heart, "Father, mother, brother, Xuanji will not let you down!"

hum-

The two circles brightened at the same time, pulling Qingyue and Yu Xuanji into the center of the Taoist united battle platform.

A big "war" character appeared above the heads of the two, scarlet and glaring.

Qingyue looked indifferent, shook his head and said: "Qingben beauty, why are you against me today."

"I want to kill you." Yu Xuanji said lightly.

Qingyue was slightly startled, and his eyebrows showed a hint of pride, "Then see if the sword in your hand is faster than mine!"

He raised his hand, the long sword fell into his hand, and he slashed forward.

boom--

The sword light shot out, and it actually appeared, a strange dark color.

The breath is violent, as if it wants to crush everything.

Destroy the sword intent!

The expressions of everyone in Jianzong changed slightly.

Although the sword intent is not superior or inferior, it has terrifying power after being refined.

But among the same level, Destroyer Sword Intent is said to be invincible, and its terrifying destructive power is hard to resist.

Especially this Qingyue Destruction Sword Intent has an extremely pure aura, which shows its strength and is extremely powerful.

Everyone's hearts were heavy, and they glanced over, seeing Mo Yu's calm expression, they couldn't help being slightly startled.

Jian Wudao said lightly, "This sect believes in the vision of the seventh junior brother."

But at this moment, the situation in the field suddenly changed drastically.

Yu Xuanji's pretty face suddenly turned pale, but his eyes became extremely bright. He raised his hand and took out the red long sword, and slashed forward!

She was extremely fast, one sword fell without any pause, the second sword fell, followed by the third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword... In the breath, thirteen swords fell!

Yu Xuanji's body trembled and was on the verge of falling.

On the other side of him, Qingyue's expression changed drastically.

The thirteen swords, each sword is equivalent to a full-strength attack of the peak of the god general rank. After the perfect fusion, there is no known change. The formed sword light turned into a silver-white color. There is a sense of irresistibility.

"what!"

With a scream, Qingyue's face flushed suddenly, as if half of the blood was about to bleed, and then paled, becoming bloodless.The long sword in his hand seemed to have absorbed too much power, bursting out into a dark halo.

Forward, cut down!

boom--

There was a loud noise, the terrifying sword intent collided, and the two figures were thrown backwards at the same time.

The space was silent, and all the twelve Taoist monks were shaking.

I didn't expect that two general sword cultivators would fight with such momentum!

But in the end, who wins?

Time passed by, and with a few coughs, the slender figure who fell to the ground struggled to get up little by little.

Yu Xuanji shook his head, bit the tip of his tongue to force himself to recover a bit of sobriety, supported by the long sword, and moved forward step by step.

She looked like she was about to fall to the ground at any moment, but she persisted over and over again.

Seeing Yu Xuanji walking beside Qingyue, Patriarch Xuanyun frowned and waved his sleeves.

A middle-aged sword cultivator hastily shouted, "Stop, I, Wuji Sword Sect, admit defeat in this battle!"

Yu Xuanji was startled, but seemed not to hear him speak, and stabbed down with the long sword in his hand.

puff--

The long sword pierced through his chest, Qingyue's body twitched, and he was completely silent.

The middle-aged Jianxiu's eyes widened, and he roared fiercely, "You are looking for death!"

Under his feet, take a step forward!

Feeling the terrifying aura coming from above his head, Yu Xuanji struggled, and slowly closed his eyes.

There was a hint of relief on her face.

Father, mother, brother, forgive me...

But the expected death did not come, a powerful arm stopped her, avoiding the middle-aged sword repairer's blow.

Yu Xuanji looked up in astonishment, and what caught her eyes was a pure black mask, but at this moment, in her eyes, it was so warm.Opening her mouth, she wanted to say something, but there were waves of weak shocks in her body, so she could only lower her head and lean on him.

At this moment, for some reason, Yu Xuanji felt extremely at ease.