Thunderbolt Single Sword God

Distress, Confucianism Sacred Land.

Within the five paths of Haozheng, Mo Yunhao, as the top swordsman of Confucianism for a while, broke through the barrier in person, competed with Fengtian, the ruler of Fa and Confucianism for a while, and stepped into the second path.

There are so many towering stone peaks, walking in the barren land, it seems that there is no end in sight, Mo Yunhao walks in it, with a malicious look on the corner of his mouth, let's play with you.

While thinking about it, he heard the sound of killing and shouting, and Mo Yunhao walked with his hands behind his back to have a look.

The trees are shady, and a small village comes into view. The angry villagers tied up a young man in blue clothes and seemed to be about to execute him.

"This beast, kill him, kill him."

An honest and honest man waved his fist vigorously and cursed angrily.

"We have endured you for a long time, but this time we did such evil things and killed him."

"You villain, pay for my mother's life!"

The crowd was furious, and the handsome scholar was heartbroken and couldn't bear it any longer. The pretty little girl next to her was tearful and wanted to seek justice for her mother.

At this moment, a handsome figure stepped forward, watching with great interest.

"Huh? Who are you? Mind your own business?"

Soon the villagers found the uninvited visitor, all of them had unkind faces, and an old man who looked like the village chief asked quite vigilantly.

"Everyone, don't get me wrong, I'm just a passerby, don't worry about me, please continue."

Mo Yunhao told everyone politely that he was not interested in this, so he simply found a seat, with a rainbow light flashing in his palm, and the folding fan swayed quite chicly, watching the play from the sidelines.

Why!

The world suddenly changed, and when the stars moved, the village disappeared in place.

"It is planned to convect the cup in the cold moon, drunk and secluded, and talk brokenly on the front porch. But it will clear up the frost when the treatment comes, and wash away all the troubles."

Accompanied by Qing Yin, in an instant, nine folds of elegant screens appear, the sea of ​​clouds flows misty, and the scenery is beautiful.

"When did you find out?"

The scene changed, and the voiceless sound came, but I saw the fairy figure floating in the air, with a hidden demeanor, and the virtue fell.

Dressed in vermilion, her pretty face is half covered with a light red veil, mysterious and graceful, the person who came was the gatekeeper of the second gate of Haozheng Five Ways, Feng Ru.

"When you step into this place, the spell Illusion Art, I am immune to it, please."

Mo Yunhao looked at Shattering Void with fiery eyes, bowed slightly, and walked straight to the third of Haozheng's Five Paths, making Fengru frown a little.

"You don't think that if you see through the illusion, you have passed the second pass?"

Fengru Mu Lingfeng was a little surprised, a little displeased, the sword master didn't seem to put her in one's eyes, and for a moment, his posture was elegant, blocking the way to go to Hao.

"Miss Fengru, Jun Fengtian is not my opponent yet, please get out of the way."

Mo Yunhao felt a little helpless in his heart. Although the words were a bit hurtful, but in his heart, he really didn't want to waste time here.

He admired Feng Ru very much, and he really didn't want to hurt her. Besides, he was married now, and he didn't want to get entangled with other women.

"Sword Master, although you have seen through the illusion, but you ignore the life of the wronged person, I will not pass it`

Feng Ru has a calm face, gentle and elegant, graceful and kind, feeling that Mo Yunhao has underestimated her, and she blocks the barrier by herself and refuses to pass.

"The world is not benevolent, and all things are regarded as dogs. There are so many injustices in the world, what can you do? What's more, I knew it was an illusion, so why bother, girl, offended."

Mo Yunhao looked indifferently, looking at Feng Ru who was stubbornly blocking the way in front of him, his words fell, and his figure drifted away with the wind, but it was just a phantom of true energy.

"This...……"

Feng Ru Mu Ling was in a mess, feeling a little annoyed and ashamed.

She is proficient in spells, but she didn't notice it. She knew that he couldn't stop this person at the tip of the iceberg, and she felt quite helpless in her heart.

Unknowingly, Mo Yunhao has already left Haozheng Wudao·Yufengtai......

Shaoqing.

The lonely mountain was barren, with ruins and walls, misty, and countless swords were inserted into the ground.

Today, within the sword burial tomb, thousands of swords are trembling unceasingly.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the sword swept across all directions, and a stern figure in the distance gradually became clear, and Min stepped forward.

"God's front is eternal, the sword kills the gods, and the gods and demons look down, who is the enemy? The single front is only me, and I want to lose!"

The posture of sword and martial arts is proud, showing the edge of the sword, and it is only the true sage of the sword since the establishment of Confucianism.

The old man with loose white hair and disheveled appearance was reclining on the haystack basking in the sun, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the handsome figure who was walking towards him.

I was very surprised, the appearance of the visitor was like a peerless sharp edge, the sharp edge was brilliant, and the purpose of coming was self-evident.

He ordered his master to stand up and pat the weeds sticking to his body. Although the visitor looked young and handsome, he didn't dare to neglect, and asked enthusiastically

"Your guest is coming, Lao Dian is very polite, but the one who comes is the sword master?"

"Since I know that I am a Confucian swordsman, I will win with one sword, please."

Mo Yunhao's posture is awe-inspiring, the snow-white gauze ribbon is flying with the wind, and he doesn't talk nonsense, his expression is calm and his words are sharp.

boom!

The momentum of the sword is like a sword, and it is majestic, sweeping in all directions, Sword Qi The storm screams, sweeping and breaking through Nine Heavens

The master of the single front fights one of the eight dragon-slaying swords in the past, the ten thousand swords Tianyue and the one sword alone, who is stronger?

"Ha, sword master, be quick and straightforward! Please."

Seeing this, Jianru was surprised, stroked his beard and smiled, he knew in advance that Jun Fengtian had failed, since the sword master was so direct and fierce.

The ultimate decision, the battle of the world, the atmosphere in the sword burial tomb is suddenly chilling!

He is self-aware of Jun Fengtian's strength, and his heart is extremely dignified, only to see Jianru yelling and shaking his cane to the ground, and in an instant, Sword Qi soared straight to the sky.

Holding the sword and holding the yuan, condensing the sword and flicking the body, the clothes are grinning, the hair is flying, and the sword is fiercely smashing the air, and the huge ice-blue Sword Qi torrent is instantaneously struck!

Whoosh!

The Fourth Sword of Absolute Style Qianfeng Sword Shadow!

Seeing this, Mo Yunhao put a smile on the corner of his mouth, stepped on the ground, and suddenly the red and blue mysterious light spun with the Tai Chi, absorbing the power of the heaven and the earth, the true essence boiled and contracted, the ice and fire true essence surged, and gathered the sword fingers.

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A red and blue Sword Qi is like a Sword Qi star whirling, fierce and piercing through the sky and instantly cast. This sword move is borrowed from the Daohuangjue style. It is Mo Yunhao's real Daomen Juestyle, and it is also the first time to use it!

God's front is invisible, the sect of ten thousand fronts, and the light and the world die together!

instant!

Boom...

Two torrents of Sword Qi collide with each other, sword shadows and Sword Rays flash alternately, Sword Qi sweeps all directions, and the sword is extremely powerful, and thousands of swords will be broken in the burial sword grave!

Whizzing.....…

chi chi!

Sword Ray was invisible, and there was a splash of blood on the cheeks and chest of his master, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead, panting for breath while leaning on the ancient stick of Thai oath.

Confucianism and Taoism are unique swordsmanship, one move decisive victory, Confucianism swordsman, Jian Dian orders his master, loses!

Whoosh!

A red and blue Sword Qi pierced through the air suddenly, causing the master to be startled, thinking that Mo Yunhao was going to kill him.

Ice Fire Sword Qi punctures the body, and immediately feels the coolness of the internal organs, Yin & Yang communicate with each other, and the Qi of Five Elements is dense, and you feel the flow of vitality.

"`||Ahem, thank you, I lost."

He ordered his master to lean on a wooden stick, coughing and panting, and the old injury recurred. When he saw Mo Yunhao approaching, he bowed slightly to thank him.

"Sword Confucianism is humble, you have hidden diseases and internal injuries, and it is difficult to concentrate on Sword Intent, so that Sword Intent is not concentrated, offended.

Originally, Mo Yunhao's Dao Weijue style was the fifth style of the unique style of Confucian swordsmanship, Ten Thousand Swords and Thousand Mountains.

However, Jianru didn't perform Wan Jian Qian Yue's pose. I don't know if he didn't complete his training or his physical condition didn't allow it, which made Mo Yunhao feel quite regretful.

Knowing the situation of Sword Confucianism, they have no grievances or enmity with each other, they only want to learn swordsmanship, and they have not fully demonstrated the power of Dao Feng Jue Style, otherwise they will die instantly in the condition of Sword Confucianism.

"Ha, to lose is to lose. Today's showdown at the top of the single striker opened Lao Dian's eyes."

Master Ming waved his hands and smiled, feeling that he was in good physical condition at the moment, quite calm, he had a certain balance in his heart, even if Peak used thousands of swords and thousands of mountains, the outcome would be unpredictable.

"Jianru, as I expected, it's not bad. The Baqi evil in your body has penetrated deeply into the marrow. If you don't get rid of it, sooner or later it will invade the brain and become a danger of becoming a demon."

In the battle of slaying the dragon on Shiliu Island in the past, Master Ming, one of the eight swords, brought back a dragon head after the battle in the past and sealed it in Xishan, but was infected by the evil spirit of Baqi.

Mo Yunhao has great respect for Jian Confucianism, and this time he came to Haozheng Wudao, in addition to responding to Wuqian's affairs, (Zhao Ma's) also had the Taoist Emperor's entrustment to come to assist him.

"Alas, the sword master's insightful eyes are like torches, but Baqi's evil spirit is like a maggot attached to the bone, and it will be difficult to wipe out after a thousand years of entanglement.

Master Ming felt helpless about this, and sighed slightly, although he didn't know how Mo Yunhao knew, but the sword master was amazing.

As the top of the Taoist sect in adversity, he has always been mysterious and unpredictable. He knows some secrets of the Martial Forest, and his master is not surprised.

"Jianru, don't worry, there will be a solution, rest at ease, I still have important matters for a while, Huangru, see you someday, please."

Mo Yunhao had a meeting with the Dao Emperor in the past, and he could eradicate the Baqi evil stain, but the sword Confucian evil stain was deeply rooted in his heart, and it could not be eliminated in a short time.

Let's talk about Huangru in a while, Mo Yunhao can get rid of it for his master when there is time, but not now.

"Ha, good, I accept your auspicious words, sword master, Kui."

He ordered his master to smile and nod, but he didn't care too much about it. He had been here for many years, and he had no hope of getting rid of the evil.

Although I don't understand why Mo Yunhao is so sure, but he has already lost. Haozheng Wudao has passed the third level, and he watched Mo Yunhao leave.

"Old, old."

Master Ming looked at the proud back of leaving, disappeared into the distance, and sighed faintly, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

There is a peerless generation in the millennium, the sword's light is cold and the tongue is old!,