Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 1093 Plunder
"Shh, shh!"

The dazzling sword light pierced through the void in an instant, and slashed at the three fleeing people.

In terms of power, the killing sword style of the Pohuang Three Killing Sword may not be as powerful as the violent sword style and the overbearing sword style.

However, the lethality of this third form is very terrifying.

Its attack range is not very large, but every sword light compresses the sword energy, once released, the lethality is astonishing!

chi chi-
The sound of sword energy penetrating the flesh resounded from this cave.

In the next moment, a powerful lord suddenly let out a scream, and blood shot out, staining the ground red.

This sword light directly pierced his heart.

The fierce sword energy raged wildly in his heart, smashing his internal organs into blood foam in the blink of an eye.

This person is only in the early stage of the Eight-Star Martial Saint, and even Huo Shu's strength is not as good as that.

After the sword energy of the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword penetrated into his body, it soon wiped out his vitality.

"Ah? The Sect Master of Huangshan is actually dead!" Another leader of a silver-level force saw his companion beside him dying, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly sped up and fled out.

The sword energy released by Jiang Mo just pierced his leg.

Leaving a bloodstain is nothing compared to that Huangshan suzerain.

Huo Shu's right arm was almost cut off by the sword qi, dripping with blood, but feeling the horror of the sword light, he dared not stay at all, let alone confront Jiang Mo head-on.

Jiang Mo beheaded one of the three leaders of silver-level forces on the spot, and the other two were injured and fled.

The monks they brought in were in chaos and fled in a hurry.

The monks in Zhentian Pavilion began to counterattack, and in the blink of an eye, many people were beheaded here.

"Take the corpses of these people back. When the time comes, add them to the undead army." Jiang Mo said lightly.

A monk from Zhentian Pavilion walked out and threw the body of the Huangshan suzerain directly into the storage ring.

The other people who were beheaded were also put into it one after another.

The monk had a hunch in his heart that perhaps in the next ten years, the undead army would become the most powerful army in Tiantian Pavilion.

"Master, what should we do now?" Qin Haotian asked.

He is already injured.

Just now, when Jiang Mo accepted the inheritance from Taoist Lingxuan, he resisted desperately and almost died.

"The people of Heiyuanmen must have no good intentions to open the ancient tomb and let us come in to find the inheritance of immortal artifacts."

"Now, the flying swords in these caves have been pulled out one after another. The evil dragon in the ground is also about to move. We can't wait and see what happens. We need to take the initiative."

Jiang Mo said with deep eyes.

With Jiang Mo's formation practice, he has reached the realm of the ninth-order formation master.

However, that Taoist Lingxuan gave him an even more unfathomable feeling.

Maybe, the other party has already reached the realm of the rumored Immortal Formation Master.

Since it was completely chaotic now, there was only one way to fight blood.

After accepting the inheritance from Taoist Lingxuan, Jiang Mo also learned that even if all the 81 flying swords were pulled out, the remaining power left by the Great Sealing Formation would be enough to suppress the evil dragon for a while.

What Jiang Mo had to do was to grab all the 81 flying swords into his hands within this time.

At that time, by using the Great Formation of Sealing Darkness, it might be possible to suppress the evil dragon again.

"Go, go to the next cave. At the same time, you all need to ensure your own safety. Don't do unnecessary desperate actions. I brought you here to gain opportunities and improve your strength. It is not for you to die. "

Jiang Mo glanced at everyone.

Those monks were extremely moved in their hearts.

In this land of returning to the ruins, the head of the sect does not always treat the disciples below with a superior attitude.

No one cares about the suffering of the disciples below.

"I will swear to the death to defend by the side of Lord Pavilion Master!"

Each of these monks looked extremely determined.

Jiang Mo nodded, didn't say any more, moved his body, and swept out of the cave.

Now, 81 flying swords were inserted into 81 caves by Taoist Lingxuan respectively.

Now, Jiang Mo only got one of them.

"Kill!"

"Snatch that flying sword, whoever dares to fight with me, Mo Yangzong, I will chop him alive!"

"There are still many martial arts and martial arts here!"

"Hahaha, I got the immortal weapon inheritance!"

……

The sound of shouting and killing came from a cave next to Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo frowned, and his figure swept towards the cave.

"Be careful."

After finishing speaking, he held the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand, and rushed to the monk who got the flying sword.

"Boy, where did you come from? Go back to where you are. This flying sword is not for you!"

A big man with a very fierce appearance waited for Jiang Mo coldly.

However, Jiang Mo kept his eyes on the flying sword and ignored him at all.

"Go!"

There are more than a dozen people fighting for this flying sword.

There are quite a few silver-level forces, the leaders and their monks have been separated.

Now, each fights on its own and is very chaotic.

Even some monks have developed a rebellious heart.

From their point of view, once they get the flying sword here and receive the inheritance of martial arts, from now on, they can go out by themselves, establish their own family, and don't have to rely on others anymore.

Therefore, everyone who competed for the flying sword tried their best.

In order to compete for resources and treasures, such fighting scenes are happening every moment on this continent.

Jiang Mo didn't have much compassion for these people.

If they don't grab 81 flying swords, perhaps, all the people here will be wiped out.

This is not what Jiang Mo wants to see.

"kill!"

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Jiang Mo held the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand, and the Suzaku Sword Soul rushed out, and the terrifying heat swept the entire cave.

The invisible sword energy, fierce and terrifying, accompanied by Suzaku sword soul, cut towards the dozen or so monks who snatched the flying sword over there.

"what!"

"His sword energy is terrible! It cut off my arm!"

"Dare to rob the Mo Yangzong of treasures with me, boy, are you impatient?"

The moment the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword was slashed, many monks were attacked and cursed angrily.

However, Jiang Mo didn't care about them at all. He had only one purpose, and that was to take back the flying sword.

With Jiang Mo's current combat power comparable to that of the peak eight-star martial saint, it is enough to sweep the area.

He rushed into the battle circle of more than a dozen monks, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and directly crushed them.

"Give me the flying sword, and you will survive!"

Jiang Mo said coldly, his powerful aura was fully revealed.

"Which faction do you belong to? If you dare to take this flying sword, our master will never let you go!"

The man held the flying sword in his hand, and his face was a bit unwilling.

However, Jiang Mo's murderous aura was too terrifying!

He couldn't resist.

(End of this chapter)