Soon, a low cry of surprise sounded, "Here you come!"

Everyone looked up and saw a black sword robe coming in the distance.

The waist and back are straight, like pine and cypress snow mountain. With every move, the strong naturally exudes the dominance of the strong.

It seemed that the power of heaven and earth could not make him bend over.

The pure black mask covered the entire face, but the dark eyes were as bright as stars.

There was a strong wind blowing in the sky, and the black sword robe stirred, like a flag that never fell.

For a moment, everyone was fascinated.

...

Mo Yu smiled bitterly in his heart. If Jian Wudao had not made serious requests, he would have to use his name to boost the morale of the Sword Sect, he would never agree to this matter.

Even though he had expected it, the hot eyes of countless sword sect monks were still a little unbearable for him to come along.

Fortunately, he had a mask on his face, otherwise his true identity would have been exposed today.

At that time, it will be the turn of Jian Sect and others to cry without tears.

Fortunately, this torture is about to end.

His eyes swept forward casually, and Mo Yu's eyes had a slight pause in a slight sense of imperceptible pause.

It's them...

Zi Yan's excitement and excitement were directly skipped by Mo Yu saw the sadness in Yu Xuanji's eyes.

Compared with the surrounding sword sect cultivators, she seemed a little depressed.

Is it because of his "death"?

Mo Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and he withdrew his eyes, without showing any strangeness.

"See Uncle Seventh Master!" Jian Mo and Jian Cheng hurriedly saluted.

"See the Seven Elders!"

The other disciples of the Sword Sect looked excited.

Mo Yu nodded slightly, but did not speak, but no one thought he was arrogant.

Because the peerless swordsman should be so proud!

Jian Mo was vaguely reminded. Although he didn't understand why Uncle Seven was so low-key, he didn't dare to delay at all. He stood up and said, "Uncle Seven, Uncle Feng Jian Pavilion has been delayed. Please enter."

Jian Cheng hurriedly made a gesture, and the Sword Sect cultivator guarding outside Fengjian Pavilion lowered his head and retreated to both sides.

Mo Yu turned around and strode into Fengjian Pavilion amid many gazes.

Zi Yan's pretty face turned slightly red, and she stared at the entrance of Feng Jiange. The figure of the Seventh Elder was gone, but she was unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Her upright figure, mysterious mask, unparalleled aura of a strong man, and her every move is free and easy... The Seventh Elder is more charming and charming than she expected.

It was like a jar of fine wine, but just smelled it from afar, which made her feel intoxicated, and wanted to be addicted to it forever and never want to wake up again.

So, when Zi Yan was awakened by Yu Xuanji, she couldn't help but feel a little angry in her heart, and she forced herself to say, "Junior sister, what's the matter with you calling me?"

Yu Xuanji didn't care about her face carefully, and carefully lowered his voice, "Senior Sister! Look at the body of the Seventh Elder, does it look like a person? And his back gives me a very familiar feeling."

Zi Yan's face changed slightly, and then she showed a hint of disbelief, "Junior sister, are you trying to say that the Seventh Elder is Yu Mo? How is this possible? As the Seventh Elder, how can you be a sword servant! At most, they are just a little similar in figure, and the rest are different. Do you think that Yu Mo can release such an unparalleled aura of a strong man?"

"What's more, the teacher has found out that he has no breath in the Burial Sword Pool and has long been dead. Why can't you let go, junior sister!"

Yu Xuanji's expression turned dim.

Yes, Yumo is dead.

He could not be the Seventh Elder.

Maybe it was really her illusion!

Zi Yan seemed to notice that her tone was a little heavy, but looking at Yu Xuanji's depressed look, she felt a little regretful. A generation of Sword Sect genius, the noble lady of Tianzhi who must shine in the future, was actually in love with a mere sword servant. Isn't that a joke!

Even if you don’t have the extravagance, if you meet a magnificent figure like the Seventh Elder, you must at least choose a young talent with a similar status.

Junior Sister Yu Xuanji is still a little naive and can’t see clearly in this world. Only the strong are worth relying on.

...

As soon as I entered Fengjian Pavilion, I seemed to notice countless swords outside. Mo Yu's soul space, the green grass sword path rune suddenly lit up.

Buzz —

The powerful sword will broke through the body and in an instant, it filled every inch of space in Fengjian Pavilion.

A brief silence, countless dust-covered swords trembled at the same time, and countless swords, either heavy, elegant, domineering, or delicate... like a flood, bursting wildly, storming and colliding in the void!

call out--

A long sword inlaid with seven-star gem suddenly shot out, trying to fall into Mo Yu's hands. But at almost the same moment, the other three long swords, which were not weaker than its stern, trembled and flew up, and they worked together to knock it away directly.

Immediately, the three long swords turned the tip of the sword and started fighting fiercely in the air.

Buzz —

Buzz —

Buzz —

In the blink of an eye, more long swords flew up on their own. As they approached Mo Yu, they fought together in a group.

They were actually rushing to become the sword in his palm.

...

Outside Fengjian Pavilion, although the cultivator of the Sword Sect could not see the situation in the Pavilion, the sudden burst of sword force and the sound of fighting were still vaguely heard.

One by one, I couldn't help it and my mouth grew bigger.

Although I felt unbelievable, the fact was right in front of me. The sword in Feng Jian Pavilion, which was extremely arrogant and disdainful to most sword cultivators, was now fighting for the qualification to become the sword in the hands of the Seven Elders.

A famous sword cultivator looked at Feng Jiange again and immediately became awe-inspiring.

He is worthy of being the uncle of the seventh division!

...

"It actually caused the sages in Feng Jian Pavilion to fight for the long swords?" After hearing the news from Feng Jian Pavilion, Jian Wudao looked surprised. Thinking of his faint saying "The Sect Master is too good" not long ago, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

There is no over-reputation, it is obviously underestimated, but unexpectedly.

But Jian Wudao's eyes were full of smiles.

The stronger Mo Yu's strength, the better. This will benefit the Sword Sect without any harm.

If he can be strong enough, he can protect the Sword Sect from being safe, which would be perfect.

Shaking his head and restraining his unrealistic thoughts, Jian Wudao showed expectations on his face, and he didn't know which long sword he would choose in the end.

But I think it will not disappoint you anyway.

...

Mo Yu's expression was calm, and he was not excited at all because of the long sword in front of him.

With his current sword cultivation and his own strength, ordinary long swords are not at all eye-catching.

Since you owe someone favors, you should get the best one!

His eyes narrowed, and he swept through the many long swords in the fierce battle and swept through the Fengjian Pavilion.

Soon, a few long swords fell into his eyes.

They stayed quietly in place, appearing inconspicuous among the many exciting melee swords, but they are so alternative.

On the surface, these long swords are ordinary, but Mo Yu can feel a sense of arrogance from them!

That is a kind of pride of a peerless swordsman!

Perhaps their masters have fallen for many years, but the passing years have only washed away the dew on their surface, but will be truly sharp and tightly closed and restrained. Only the sword cultivator who has been recognized can make them bloom again, the dazzling glory of the world as bright as the sun, moon and stars!

Mo Yu sensed it for a while, raised his hand without warning, and grabbed it forward.

Not far away, the black long sword quietly placed on the sword platform suddenly shook, and the clear and high rise, instantly suppressing all the surrounding sword sounds.

call out--
Chapter completed!