Nine suns stepping on the sky

Suppressing Huanglong and forcing Huang Tian back, in a short fight, Mo Yu exploded with astonishing strength.

Jianzong's side is naturally excited, and the eyes of many disciples are filled with excitement and admiration.

The rest of the orthodox cultivators showed a bit of dignified expression!

The blurred image of the seventh elder of Jianzong took shape in their hearts in a short period of time.

Strong and tyrannical!

But at this moment, the eyes of the rulers of the eleven parties' orthodoxy flickered slightly, then they retracted and turned to the killing field of swords that were still crazily colliding!

No matter how tyrannical Yumo is, it is still in the realm of the emperor rank. What can really determine the outcome of today's orthodox dispute is still the battle between Jian Wudao and Xuanyun Patriarch.

After all, no matter how tyrannical an emperor-level monk is, he is vulnerable to the Dao of Heaven!

Mo Yu was very aware of the faint look in the eyes of the leaders of the eleven party orthodoxy, but his expression did not change at all, and he looked up to the top of his head.

Jian Wudao's aura, at this moment, is extremely tyrannical, blazing like a volcanic eruption, burning everything.

On the opposite side, the sword intent of Patriarch Xuanyun is also extremely powerful, vividly showing the horror of sword cultivation in the realm of heaven.

But in the face of Jian Wudao who fought desperately, burned his life essence with a secret method, and even detonated the Green Wood Fire, his downfall is only a matter of time.

……

boom--

Amidst the loud noise, Patriarch Xuanyun's figure suddenly retreated, his face was pale, and blood spurted wildly from his mouth and nose.Especially on the chest, the long wound looked extremely hideous.

lost?

On the side of the Wuji Sword Sect, all the monks felt a chill in their hearts, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

After a brief silence, endless cheers erupted where Jianzong was!

"Win!"

"The suzerain has won!"

"Jianzong is invincible!"

But at this moment, Mo Yu glanced over, but frowned slightly.

Jian Wudao, he finally came to this step...

In the middle of the air, Jian Wudao stood in the air, and the sword intent all over his body was like a tide, stirring all directions.But if you feel it carefully, you will find that under the powerful appearance, his face is gray, with a faint sense of powerlessness.

After defeating the tyrannical Patriarch Xuanyun, it is obvious that he has reached an unsustainable level...

At this moment, the eyes of the masters of the god religion and the leaders of the eleven party orthodoxy lit up, showing interest.

There is indeed a problem with Jian Wudao's cultivation...

"Pfft——" A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, and the ancestor Xuanyun tried his best to suppress the injury, "What a master of the sword sect, unexpectedly has this method, but the old man can still recover from serious injuries, but you will never survive today! Sword sect, will cease to exist!"

Sen Ran's voice was full of resentment, and he focused on naming Jian Wudao's current situation.

He wanted to temporarily divert all his attention away.

But at this moment, a calm voice shattered all his calculations.

"How about my sword sect, I don't care about my ancestor Xuanyun. But today's battle, my sect's master Jian Wudao won. Now let the leaders of all the orthodoxy make a verdict." Mo Yu said lightly.

Patriarch Xuanyun's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly, and he ruled...that it is absolutely impossible for the Wuji Sword Sect to be dissolved and merged into the Sword Sect?

He turned around, gritted his teeth and cupped his hands, "Everyone, the Lord of the Sword Sect used evil methods to barely beat the old man, but he himself is exhausted and his life is not long. So, please think twice about how to make a verdict today."

The orthodox battlefield was silent.

After the shock, the eyes of the monks from all sides became profound.

On the surface, Jianzong did win, but at the price of Jian Wudao's death, it was too heavy.

Without Jian Wudao, what qualifications does Jianzong have, and then he is on an equal footing with the rest of the Taoism.

The master of the divine religion coughed lightly, and a slightly sharp voice sounded slowly, "My master, I propose Wuji Jianzong to win."

He glanced coldly, "The Shura saints support the 49 orthodoxy to enhance our strength in the world of Abi, and the current Sword Sect is no longer qualified to be in the orthodoxy."

The rest of the Taoist rulers of the ten directions nodded slowly after pondering.

Knowing that the leader of the divine religion is suspected of avenging public and private revenge, he has to admit that what he said is the truth.And this is more in line with the interests of all parties!

There was a sneer at the corner of the ancestor Xuanyun's mouth, "The verdict has been issued, and the one who wins today will be my Wuji Sword Sect!"

At this moment, a burst of wild laughter suddenly exploded between the heaven and the earth, arousing the endless energy of the heaven and earth, and swaying wildly.

"What a verdict! What a bunch of shameless people!" The gray sword robe on Jian Wudao's body was stirring, and his face was even darker, but the aura erupting in his body reached its peak at this moment.

Countless sword shadows criss-crossed the void, making piercing sounds.

He turned around abruptly, shouting loudly, "Short! Eat me with a sword!"

call out--

The long sword cut down like lightning.

dwarf……

The corners of the monks' mouths twitched at the same time, resisting the urge to burst out laughing and glanced at the Lord of the God Cult with strange expressions, and found that his face was as black as the bottom of a pot at the moment, and as stiff as the face of a dead man.

"You're looking for death!" A hoarse roar roared, and the master of the god religion completely ran away, raising his hand to the sky.

hum-

A phantom of an ancient god emerged. He was thousands of feet tall, and his whole body was full of ancient aura. He had stars in his left eye and bright moon in his right.

The god religion serves the lineage of the ancient gods and inherits the power of the ancient gods. It is rumored that every generation of leader has the blood of the ancient gods flowing in their bodies, and only then can they summon the phantom of the ancient gods to descend.

Of course, there is a big gap between the physique of the master of this generation of gods and the rumored ancestors of the ancient gods...

Rumbling--

Rumbling--

The violent power impact exploded in an instant, and Jian Wudao threw his body away, laughing wildly while weeping blood, "Damn dwarf! How does my sword taste?"

Insolent!

The lord of the divine religion was dressed in a luxurious robe with countless slits, and his long, tightly bound hair was scattered, making him extremely embarrassed.The flickering paleness on his face showed that it was not easy for him to bear this sword.

Hearing this at this moment, he was trembling with anger, and shouted suddenly, "Jian Wudao! Today, the leader of the sect will make your sword sect cease to exist!"

"Give me death!"

With one step forward, the lord of the divine religion approached with a whistling roar. His body was not as thin as a woman's, yet it erupted with an aura like a mountain, which made people tremble.

Patriarch Xuanyun looked excited and couldn't help clenching his fists!Enraged the master of the god religion, the demise of Jianzong today is a foregone conclusion.Although most of the benefits will be taken away by the other eleven Taoism, but to obtain the status of the Taoism, it is the biggest gain for Wuji Sword Sect.

Jian Wudao, die!

Patriarch Xuanyun's eyes were excited, as if he had already seen the scene where his blood was spilled on the spot.

As long as Jian Wudao dies, things will be irreversible!

Suddenly, a figure broke into his line of sight, Patriarch Xuanyun was stunned, and then showed ferocity.

Rain ink!

Hehe, the Seventh Elder of the Sword Sect is really beyond his control for actually trying to stop the leader of the God Sect!

That's okay, if you dare to kill me, a monk of the Wuji Sword Sect, let's be buried with the Sword Sect today.

Extremely excited and confident, he didn't notice the fleeting relaxation in Jian Wudao's dark eyes.

Yu Mo made a move, what the result will be today is still unknown!

hum-

A sword cry pierced the depths of the soul, and no one could see clearly when Mo Yu had a long sword in his hand.

The whole body is crimson in color, with a faint sense of transparency, as if forged from fire crystals.

At this moment, move forward and slowly cut down.