Nine suns stepping on the sky

The middle-aged sword repairer was furious, "Hand over the murderer!"

Mo Yu's expression was calm, "It's inevitable that there will be casualties in a fight between orthodox leaders, so how can they be regarded as murderers?"

"You... my disciple has already surrendered, and this lowly maidservant continues to attack, naturally the crime cannot be pardoned!"

"Admit defeat?" Mo Yu bowed his head, "Yu Xuanji, tell me, have you heard it before?"

Seeing his solemn expression, Yu Xuanji hesitated for a while, finally shook his head, and said weakly, "I have never heard of it."

"Yeah." Mo Yu nodded, "You heard me, this matter has nothing to do with her."

The corner of the middle-aged Jianxiu's mouth twitched, and at this moment he was so angry that he smiled back, "Stop talking nonsense, the facts are right now, how can you make excuses! Hand over this lowly servant girl immediately, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"

A cold light flashed in Mo Yu's eyes, "This matter has nothing to do with my Jianzong disciples, you'd better keep your mouth shut."

"Hmph!" Patriarch Xuanyun's face sank like water, and the aura of cultivating the heavenly way was as deep as the sea, "Master of the Sword Sect, you have to explain this matter to the old man."

The deep voice was full of threats.

Jian Wudao sneered, "I haven't asked the Wuji Sword Sect for the incident of the killer that day, but you actually asked me for an explanation."

He stood up with a long body, and his sword intent soared into the sky, "Old man, could it be that you deceive me that there is no one in my sword sect!"

The orthodox monks from all sides were stunned, and found it difficult to accept the suddenly arrogant and unreasonable Jianzong.It seems that being forced into a desperate situation, Jianzong has gone crazy from top to bottom, a typical catch and bite!

Fortunately, it is not them who are in conflict with Jianzong.

Patriarch Xuanyun's face was ugly, and his heart was raging with anger. He wished he could draw out his sword immediately and cut off Jian Wudao.But at this moment, this old monster hasn't found out his depth, and he doesn't want to act rashly, so he can only endure it temporarily.

"What a sword sect! The old man wants to see how long you can be arrogant!"

"Huanglong, since they won't hand over the murderer, you go ahead and kill this lowly maidservant! I want to see who dares to stop you!"

"Yes!" Huang Long turned around and saluted, and when he got up, his face showed a grim expression, "For the last time, hand over this lowly servant girl?"

Mo Yu's eyes turned cold, "Since you don't shut up, I'll help you shut it up forever."

"Looking for death, I will fulfill you!" Huang Long yelled violently, raised his hand forward, and the long sword was in his hand instantly, a terrifying aura emanated from him immediately, and the sword slashed down suddenly.

A touch of black gushed out from the tip of the sword, and then swept and exploded like a tidal wave.

Wherever he passed, everything fell into the sword intent of destruction and was completely extinct!

From a distance, the power of this sword is quite similar to that of the dead night of the great supernatural power of heaven.

Huang Long's expression was proud, he had already reached the mystical state in his cultivation of destroying sword intent, and he broke out terrifying killings, which few people in the imperial rank could match.

The Seventh Elder of the Sword Sect who appeared out of nowhere dared to fight him, he was really seeking his own death!

That's right, if this person and that lowly maid were beheaded, the unfavorable influence of the Wuji Sword Sect's first battle would be completely eliminated.

……

In Yuncheng, everyone in the Qing family was pale and their eyes were dull.

Many fawning and fawning monks surrounded them, looked at each other, and then quietly backed away.

His eyes swept over, and there was a hint of pleasure.

Let you be frightened, let you be arrogant!

You've been played to death!

"Jianzong, but a colossus that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, how could it fall down so easily." A monk muttered in a low voice.

The people around him agreed, "That's not bad. As the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Jianzong is already in decline, not everyone can provoke him. In my opinion, the result of today's battle is not good. OK!"

"Looking at this posture, Jianzong is not afraid of Wuji Jianzong at all."

"It is indeed too early to believe that the Wuji Sword Sect can replace the Taoist position."

Amidst the discussions, many eyes turned to the members of the Qing family, revealing half-hearted sarcasm.

Qing Huan's body was on the verge of falling, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and growled: "Elder Huang Long, you will definitely avenge me, Yue Er!"

……

The Sword Intent of Destruction rolled in like a tide, Yu Xuanji's delicate body froze, and her pretty face became paler and paler.

She looked up apologetically, and felt a little guilty for implicating the Seventh Elder.

After all, the power of this blow is so terrifying, even he can't retreat completely.

But at this moment, the scene in front of her made her eyes widen, revealing endless shock.

Until many years later, I have never forgotten.

I saw Mo Yu raised his hand and swiped forward at will, and the jet-black Destruction Sword Intent was split in two.

What followed was a howl of pain.

Huanglong embraced the broken arm, and retreated violently, the blood was splashed, and all the pride disappeared from his face, only deep fear.

Looking up, I saw a pair of icy eyes, which were locking him firmly, and at this moment, he took a step forward and forced him at a very fast speed.

"Old Ancestor, save me!" Huang Long's scalp was numb, and he screamed in terror.

"Stop!" Patriarch Xuanyun suddenly stood up and waved his sleeves forward.

boom--

In the nothingness, hundreds of millions of sword lights emerged, killing them with a bang.

Jian Wudao's expression was cold, "Your opponent is this sect!" His figure flickered slightly, and when he came to hundreds of millions of sword lights, he chopped down with his sword.

puff--

The light of the sword shattered, the shadow of the sword continued, and he chopped off his head.

Patriarch Xuanyun was furious, "Jian Wudao, you are looking for death!" He raised his hand, and a blue long sword appeared in his hand, and he stabbed directly.

This sword pierced through the space of heaven and earth, and there is a faint charm of "Tao".

It didn't look too fast, but it appeared between Jian Wudao's eyebrows in an instant.

Jian Wudao's eyes suddenly lit up, his already powerful aura erupted like a volcano, and his gray robe bulged.

The sword pointed between his eyebrows, and at the very moment, the long sword in his hand blocked the sword with a mysterious trajectory.

When Patriarch Xuanyun's expression changed slightly, Jian Wudao raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bright like burning stars.

"You want to crush my sword sect? This sect will kill you, old man first!" With a loud laugh, Jian Wudao's figure leaped out suddenly, and his violent sword intent erupted crazily.

Patriarch Xuanyun didn't have time to think, so he was forced to fight, and the two collided in the blink of an eye.

The majestic sword intent of crazily fighting and colliding stirred up the whole world, a blur of turmoil, the figures of the two disappeared, and a pure sword killing prison was formed!

Any existence that enters it will be smashed to pieces, and even divine thoughts cannot penetrate it.

Headed by the divine religion, the Taoist monks of the ten directions showed shock, and stared closely at the sword killing prison in front of them.

Not surprisingly, whoever can get out of it alive means that today's orthodox dispute has come to an end.

But at this moment, Huang Long couldn't care less about being nervous for Patriarch Xuanyun. He looked at Mo Yu who was approaching quickly, and the fear in his eyes became heavier and heavier.

"Save me! Save me!"

For the Wuji Sword Sect, Huang Tian's face was ugly, he wished he could kill this trash with his own hands, this trash who lost the sect's face.

But at this moment, he couldn't, and watched him being killed.

As soon as the figure moved, he rushed out, "Keep people under the sword!"

While roaring, he raised his sword and cut it down.

But in the next moment, Huang Tian's heart throbbed, and the hairs on his back sprang up.

He didn't have time to think about it, his footsteps stopped abruptly, and his figure retreated violently.

A flash of sword light flashed in front of his eyes, tearing the robe on his chest, tearing a not deep wound.

But that terrifying sword intent had a very strong tearing property, and his physical body couldn't heal, and the blood flowed down and soon stained the robe on his chest.

Huang Tian was afraid for a while, if he reacted slower, even if this sword could not kill him, it could seriously injure him.

The sword intent with additional space attributes... He looked up at Mo Yu with deep fear on his face.

Mo Yu stopped chasing and killing, and stopped beside Huanglong. His chest was pierced by the sword light, and he fell to the ground trembling.

He let go of Yu Xuanji, and said flatly, "I will teach you how to deal with this person."

"Ah?" Yu Xuanji exclaimed, his eyes quickly turned red, "You... how do you know..."

Excited, she forgot her dignity.

The eyes exposed by Mo Yu's black mask were calm, "Look at his reaction, he can't hide it from me."

Yu Xuanji took a deep breath, "Thank you!"

She clenched the long sword in her hand and looked down at the Huanglong who looked down on the ground with a look of fear.

"Baby maid, what do you want to do! I am the elder of the Wuji Sword Sect, a disciple of the ancestor Xuanyun, if you dare to kill me, you will definitely die without a place to bury me in the future!"

Yu Xuanji looked indifferent, unmoved at all, "Elder Huanglong, I have seen you. It was snowing that year, and the Yu family in Haohan City did not leave any chickens and dogs, and I happened to go out to play, and I saw your face clearly while hiding in the crowd. Face……"

puff--

The long sword pierced his chest, and the additional power of the king-level divine sword obliterated his soul at the same time.

Huang Long's eyes widened, his outstretched hand seemed to want to grab something, and his breath gradually dissipated.

Yu Xuanji's body softened and fell to his knees with a "plop", tears streaming down his face, "Father, mother, brother, I have avenged you!"

Mo Yu stood quietly aside.

Huang Tian's face was cloudy and uncertain, and after a few breaths, he finally sighed and receded slowly.

……

In Yuncheng, Qinghuan spat out a mouthful of blood and fell on his back.