Nine suns stepping on the sky

Sword falls.

Shocked!

Earthquake!

The sky above the head suddenly went dark, as if day and night had been reversed, thick as ink.

The orthodox battlefield was trembling slightly at this moment, as if it was also trembling because of this sword.

At this moment, all the cultivators who witnessed this scene stiffened at the same time, and their souls were faintly locked by a terrifying breath.

Sharp and domineering, with the majesty of looking down on everything in the world, he cut through everything.

The pupils of the master of the divine religion shrank suddenly, and the strong threat made his mind almost freeze at this moment!

But after all, he is a super strong man whose cultivation base is close to the second step of the Dao of Heaven. At the critical moment, he forcibly broke free. Affected by the breath of this sword, he raised his hands and pushed forward.

"The Sorrow of the Ancient God!"

With a deep roar, the face of the master of the god religion turned pale suddenly, it was obvious that this blow had taken a toll on him.

A phantom of an ancient god appeared, taller and more solid, with the stars and bright moon in his eyes, almost as real.He took a step forward, and at the same time, a layer of blood appeared around the phantom of the ancient god, and then turned into a flame, burning blazingly.

It's as red as blood!

The phantom of the ancient god at this moment is like a meteorite burning with blood flames, destroying everything.

Rumbling--

The surging terrifying power tore apart the darkness of the sky and dispelled the power of Mo Yu's sword.

There was a strange look in the eyes of the master of the god religion.

He was extremely worn out, and it was not so easy to cast the ancient god's wound, and he was able to resist it.

Mo Yu's body froze slightly, his movements paused for a moment, he closed his eyes, and frowned slightly, revealing a trace of pain.

A wave of unyielding and terrifying divine sense blasted heavily into his body. This was from the remnants of the dead ancient gods. After countless years, it still has not dissipated. It is enough to know how terrible it is.

The lord of the god religion didn't pause at all, his body roared towards him, and he raised his hand to touch Mo Yu's eyebrows.

Just at the fingertips, when the distance between the eyebrows was less than a few inches, Mo Yu's eyes opened suddenly, mocking in the coldness.

The master of the god religion was shocked, and he kept pointing fingers, but the speed was even faster!

But when his finger was the last inch away from Mo Yu's eyebrows, he could no longer drop it.

A wave of sword intent, almost condensed into substance, covered his whole body.

puff--

The sharp weapon pierced into the sound of flesh and blood, and the figure of the master of the cult retreated. There was a bloody mouth on his chest, and the blood wet his robe.

His face was pale, his eyes were full of shock and confusion, "How can you resist the remnants of the ancient god?"

Mo Yu was silent, and in the soul space, the ancient soul-suppressing tree inheritance runes kept flickering.

But when it comes to him, the biggest secret, naturally he won't say much.

He raised his hand, the long sword trembled, and the master of the god religion let out a muffled groan, and the suppressed sword intent erupted from the wound on his chest, making his entire chest bloody and bloody.Originally, it was just a small sword wound, but it was almost torn apart and turned into a large transparent hole.

Even with the will of the Lord of the Divine Cult, he couldn't help but sweat all over his head at this moment, his palms glowed white, and when he pressed on his chest, the terrible wound stopped bleeding very quickly.

Mo Yu's expression was calm, it was only a superficial healing, the injury caused by the Xuanhuang Sword could not be easily recovered.

The long sword in his hand rang out again!

The face of the master of the god religion changed greatly, and with the sound of "cracking", the wound on his chest burst apart again!

Although not as terrible as the first time, the damage caused was even heavier!

"Yu Mo! Do you want to kill the leader? You are not afraid to touch the saints and send down the wrath of thunder!"

Asura...

In the depths of Mo Yu's eyes, there was an imperceptible coldness, but soon he showed a little daze.

After suspecting Jiang Wujie, or Xuanhuang Patriarch, all the news he got would be marked with question marks.

It is hard to say what is the relationship between the Xuanhuang's fall and the Asura and Saint Demon clans.

Suppressing these thoughts, Mo Yu's expression became more and more indifferent, "Shenjiao, do you want to meddle in the matter of Jianzong?"

The face of the master of the cult froze!

He could feel Mo Yu's cold and indifferent, hidden murderous intent.

If he didn't give a satisfactory answer, he would really dare to kill him!

Crazy... This is a Crazy...

The lord of the god religion had a cold heart. Although he was unwilling, he had to bow his head under the threat of death.

"Shenjiao, from now on, will never be involved in the affairs of Jianzong!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt hot on his face, and turned around to leave.

"Wait." Mo Yu said lightly, ignoring his shameful and angry eyes, turned around and swung his sword, sweeping around, "You, who else intends to harm our Jianzong."

Pointing at the point of the sword, the Taoist cultivators from all directions froze, and there was an uncontrollable chill in their hearts.

With the lessons learned from the master of the god religion, they have no doubt that Mo Yu dared to attack them!

More importantly, he has such strength.

After all, even if the matter got serious, they would unreasonably rule that Jianzong was defeated.

The saints have always been fair in matters of orthodoxy, so they may not be on their side.

A moment of silence.

Mo Yu nodded, "Very good! Since you all have no objections, then I, Jianzong, will announce the final verdict."

"The Wuji Sword Sect challenged the Sword Sect's orthodox status and failed. According to the regulations, the Wuji Sword Sect will be dissolved immediately. All the wealth and interests of the sect will belong to the Sword Sect."

On Wuji Sword Sect's side, everyone's face paled instantly, their minds almost collapsed.

"No! Disband Wuji Sword Sect, don't even think about it!" Patriarch Xuanyun shouted suddenly, panting heavily, a strange red light welled up in his eyes, "It's you! You destroyed all the arrangements of this old man, all of mine hope!"

"Die! Damn you!"

boom--

The terrifying sword intent erupted from his body, chaotic and violent!

Bewitched, the sword will go berserk.

This scene that should never have appeared on Tiandao Jianxiu was actually staged in front of everyone.

The lord of the divine religion took the opportunity to retreat, with anticipation gushing from the depths of his eyes.

It may not be impossible for a Tiandao Sword Cultivator to go berserk, dragging Mo Yu to be buried with him.

"Die! Die!" He roared in his heart.

Mo Yu frowned, and then calmed down. He took a step forward, and the long sword in his hand suddenly rang.

Incomparably sharp, piercing through gold and iron!

The majestic and noble breath of the sword blasted heavily into the mind of Xuanyun Patriarch, making him froze for a moment in his crazy state.

puff--

The long sword pierced through the center of the eyebrows, and a few drops of blood splashed and landed beside the widened eyes, full of unwillingness.

Mo Yu withdrew his sword coldly, watched the corpse fall, and felt a little grateful in his heart.If the ancestor Xuanyun was not in a state of mind, he would not be able to do it. With the aura of the king-level Xuanhuang sword, he could easily kill him.

If it really went berserk, the counterattack of a Tiandao Sword Xiuzhi's deadly counterattack would be terrifying to think about.

Exhaling lightly, his eyes swept across, and wherever he passed, all the cultivators of the eleven directions bowed their heads.

Mo Yu turned around, "I will live up to my promise."

Jian Wudao's lips trembled slightly, he suddenly struggled to get up, and bowed on one knee, "Jian Wudao, see the suzerain!"

The expressions of Jian Wuya and the others changed slightly, and then they realized that Jian Wudao's time was running out, and this was arranging the future for Jianzong.A trace of sadness welled up in their hearts, but they didn't pause in their movements. They followed closely behind and knelt down, "See the suzerain!"

In the rear, countless Sword Sect disciples bowed down at the same time.

"See Sect Master!"

The waves of sound rushed straight into the sky, and the sound of countless swords echoed in the sky!

……

Yu Xuanji's heart was beating, looking at the black mask, his eyes became extremely soft without knowing it.

Beside her, Zi Yan's wide-eyed beautiful eyes were full of excitement, her small mouth was slightly opened to pant, her pretty face was flushed red.

"Seventh Elder... Sovereign..."

While muttering, her eyes became extremely hot.