If the Sword of Heaven is a giant whale, then the sword-control technique is a group of bloodthirsty sharks. The two sides instantly collided and burst into fierce fighting.

Countless sword shadows surround the huge sky sword, like layers of huge waves rushing wildly, constantly weakening its power and causing its fall speed to slow down suddenly.

"Ten thousand swords are launched at once!" Jian Wuya's face was shocked in the distance, and then he smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Sect... The sect leader joined my Sword Sect for a short time, and he was able to practice the magical powers and sword control techniques of our sect to this level. It is really unimaginable."

When the people around him nodded and looked at the scene of thousands of swords flying in the sky, they were very excited.

Jian whispered unintentionally, "Since the teacher died, I have never seen the scene of sword-controlling techniques and swords being launched in one go."

"It's because of our qualifications! Otherwise, the Sword Sect would be so depressed." Jian Wuxiao looked guilty.

Jian Wuhen showed hesitation on his face, "Several senior brothers, junior sisters, the sect leader has great hatred for Leng Qianqiu. After today, how can I deal with my own sword sect? After all, Leng Qianqiu has another identity, and is a disciple of the ancestor of the Holy Clan."

Several people were silent.

This is a problem that they are unwilling to face.

Jian Wuya frowned and said in a deep voice: "The eldest brother mentioned this matter to me. When he invited the sect leader to join the Sword Sect, the sect leader had already told the eldest brother that being involved with him might bring great disaster to the Sword Sect. Although he had never expected that this was related to Leng Qianqiu, he is now the leader of my Sword Sect, so you and I can only advance and retreat with him."

His eyes swept away and showed sternness, "Don't forget that if there were no sect leader, the Sword Sect would have disappeared on the day of the battle for the Daotong."

"Second Brother... I was wrong." Jian Wuhen looked embarrassed and lowered his head and said no more.

At this moment, Jian Wusheng suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "No! Although the master's sword control technique has reached the level of firing ten thousand swords at the same time, it is not enough to resist the sword of the sky."

The other people looked up and saw that they were at a disadvantage in the fight, and their faces could not help but feel sad.

"Don't worry, I believe that there will be no problem in the sect leader." At some point, Jian Wudao's figure appeared. His long hair was snow-white, and his face was covered with wrinkles. After the strongest battle broke out, he should have died immediately, but the fire of Aoki delivered by Mo Yu made him barely support it until now.

"Senior Brother!" A hint of bitterness surged in Jian Wuya's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, "You mean, the sect leader has reached that level?"

Jian Wudao smiled slightly, "You'll know if you look."

At this moment, the situation in the sky suddenly changed, and countless sword shadows suddenly gathered in one place, and the Xuanhuang Sword finally appeared, but the aura it emitted at this moment was terrifying to an unimaginable extent.

"Ten thousand swords come back!" Jian Wudao laughed, his eyes full of relief. Before he died, he could see the strongest sword magic power of the Sword Sect, but he could die without regrets.

Swish-

The Xuanhuang Sword fell.

The whole world suddenly became quiet, as if it was a moment, and then it seemed that endless years had passed, and then there was the earth-shaking loud noise!

Countless storm powers plowed the sky back and forth several times, tearing open countless huge gullies.

Mo Yu groaned, his body bent slightly, as if he could not bear the terrifying power that fell on his head.

But soon, he exerted force suddenly under his feet, and with a loud "bang", the space burst into a pale ball, Mo Yu's figure was already rushing out like lightning, and the Xuanhuang Sword raised his hand flew back automatically and fell into his hands.

Move forward and slash!

Swish-

A sword light shot out, and faintly a scroll appeared in the sky. On the endless grassland, huge green grass like ancient trees swayed and shone bright divine light.

Suddenly, a blade of grass burst out, shattering a star in the sky with the power to destroy everything.

Grass broken stars!

"Ah—" With a scream, Leng Qianqiu's figure burst back. A deep wound appeared between his waist and abdomen, and blood fountain surged out. His eyes were filled with pain and disbelief.

Leaving the ancient land, without the suppression of cultivation, and over the years of seclusion, he is still no match for Mo Yu.

Why!

why is that!

A trace of blood flowed out from Leng Qianqiu's eyes, and a huge resentment almost drowns his whole mind. But soon, he woke up and showed a hint of fear on his face. Fortunately, he reacted faster and his mind was not blinded by hatred.

He looked up at Mo Yu, Leng Qianqiu's eyes were extremely resentful, revealing endless murderous intent.

As long as you leave here and bring back the news of Mo Yu's appearance, the master will naturally take action, leaving him dead without a place to bury him.

With this in mind, Leng Qianqiu took out the small altar with his backhand and injected power into it.

Buzz —

The space around him suddenly twisted!

Leng Qianqiu stared at Mo Yu twice in a row and was defeated by the same person. This was a great shame for him!

Wait, Mo Yu, one day, I will make you kneel in front of me, and you can't live or die!

Want to escape?

A sharp light flashed in Mo Yu's eyes, he took out an ancient bronze mirror with his backhand, raised his hand and threw it forward.

In Leng Qianqiu's eyes, the ancient mirror became bigger and bigger, and the shadows of mountains and rivers on it were as clear as real objects.

The thick and thick atmosphere also shows that this is an extremely powerful treasure.

But at this moment, not only did he have no fear in his eyes, but he showed a faint mockery.

Keep him and dream!

The next moment, the teleportation unfolded, and Leng Qianqiu's figure disappeared instantly.

But soon, his vision recovered again.

How long has it been, and how has the teleportation become so fast...

Leng Qianqiu's eyes swept around, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Below, a mountain range stretches to the end of the sight, with green trees and green trees, and a long river flowing wildly in the distance...

What is this place!

Leng Qianqiu raised his hand and slashed forward, and the space was rippled, but it quickly disappeared during the process of transmission to the outside.

His face changed drastically.

...

Mo Yu shook his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and moved in front of the mountains and rivers, where else would he want to go.

The result of trapping Leng Qianqiu is much better than killing him directly.

Although today's incident will be exposed sooner or later, at least it can buy a lot of time for yourself.

This is very important to Mo Yu.

He raised his hand to retrieve the mountain and river mirror and put it in the storage ring. Mo Yu turned around and swept his eyes over the people of the Sword Sect.

He hesitated for a moment, and after all, he didn't say much, raised his hand to the ruins of the Sword Sect Hall and slashed lightly.

Boom-

The earth was broken, and in a blink of an eye, a huge crack that penetrated the entire Sword Sect appeared in front of everyone, and the sword was in a deep state of intent.

After completing this, Mo Yu did not pause anymore, turned around and took a step forward, and moved away directly.

"Senior Brother, this..." Jian Wuya looked confused.

Jian Wudao sighed, "This sword gave me a glimmer of life in the Sword Sect, but that's not enough." He turned around and smiled slightly, "Junior brother, report to the Holy Clan, the former Sect Master of the Sword Sect, who knew the unknown person, and apologized for his death."
Chapter completed!