Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 970
Seeing this berserk scene, everyone was speechless, and for a while, the place fell into deathly silence.

Although the strength of the evil and charming man is not top-notch in Cangyun Palace, it is at least at the first-class level.

However, he couldn't even catch Jiang Mo's move.

Quan Zhijian, who had defected to Cangyun Palace, saw the evil and charming man killed by a sword, his face trembled, and cold sweat flowed down his face.

"This..." He made a hoarse voice. With his strength, if he met Jiang Mo, it would probably be just a sword.

"The master is mighty!"

On the side of Zhentian Pavilion, seeing Jiang Mo showing off his majesty, he couldn't help cheering. The pressure brought by Cangyun Palace has completely dissipated.

Jiang Mo has such a power that can make those who support him full of hope.

On the other side of Cangyun Palace, everyone's faces were ashen.

Especially Shi Jianglong, the deputy pavilion master, frowned tightly, and his anger would erupt at any time.

"Damn it, you actually beheaded my people from Cangyun Palace!" Shi Jianglong roared violently, and the aura of a four-star martial saint burst forth like a volcano erupting.

Jiang Mo looked directly at the other party, and said indifferently: "This person killed my Zhentian Pavilion, if I spare his life, I am not worthy to be the owner of Zhentian Pavilion!"

Jiang Mo's tough tone made Shi Jianglong slightly startled, and he suddenly thought that with the strength Jiang Mo had just shown, even he might not be able to defeat him.

After the words were finished, Jiang Mo stretched out his hand and pointed, his eyes fell directly on Quan Zhijian, and said coldly: "This person betrayed my Zhentian Pavilion, no matter what, he must die!"

Everyone in Zhentian Pavilion is watching what happened today. If Quan Zhijian is spared lightly, then when danger comes in the future, the people in Zhentian Pavilion will be like him. Wouldn't they be wiped out?
Hearing Jiang Mo's icy words, Quan Zhijian's body trembled suddenly, and he felt a chill spread over his heart.

Shi Jianglong's face was ashen, staring at Jiang Mo, and said: "There are not enough people who killed me in Cangyun Palace, and you want to kill those who surrendered? Don't you think too much of yourself?"

Jiang Mo didn't answer, but he raised his palms, and there was a sound of neat and loud armor clashing in the Heavenly Pavilion.

This is a team of elite soldiers who have been fighting for a long time.

As early as when Zhentian Pavilion was established, Jiang Mo ordered people to recruit soldiers, but it was not enough to rely on casual cultivators.

In addition, one after another silhouettes rose through the air. There were nearly a thousand silhouettes suspended in mid-air, and each breath was released, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The three corpse generals controlled by Jiang Mo at that time had the ability to summon undead, turning the fallen monks into ghouls.

Although the ghouls consumed a lot after the previous battle, the three ghouls resurrected a lot of ghouls.

As a result, the number of ghouls remained at a hundred thousand.

With their abilities, this is already the limit.

Looking at the densely packed figures, especially the sense of oppression brought by the [-] ghoul army, Shi Jianglong's complexion turned extremely pale.

"Now, do you think I have the right to kill him?" Jiang Mo asked coldly, leaning over to Shi Jianglong.

The atmosphere in the arena was extremely oppressive, even Shi Jianglong felt that he could not fight against this huge army of ghouls.

What's more, there are still thousands of monks standing in the sky, staring at each other.

This power is probably comparable to Cangyun Palace.

And Shi Jianglong came here this time, only bringing a small group of elites.

"Vice Palace Master Shi, I dare say that if you really collide with my Zhentian Pavilion, you may be able to escape from here. Others, don't even think about leaving half of them!"

Jiang Mo's aura had already overwhelmed the other party, but Zhentian Pavilion's people's hearts were greatly boosted.

Shi Jianglong's face was ugly, he was a dignified four-star martial artist, but he was actually overwhelmed by Jiang Mo.

After turning pale and white for a while, Shi Jianglong finally said: "I can give you a chance to challenge me, if you can defeat me, then you will kill my Cangyun Palace people, and I will not ask any questions about Quan Zhijian. .”

"Do you dare to take it?"

Hearing this, Jiang Mo frowned. If a big battle really broke out, it is true that many people in Cangyun Palace could be killed, but it would also be very unfavorable to Zhentian Pavilion.

I'm afraid the damage will be severe.

Since he can rely on his own strength to turn the tide, there is no need to sacrifice other people.

"Okay, if I beat you, then this traitor will be handed over to me." Jiang Mo nodded.

On the side, Wu Nu and the others looked worried.

That Shi Jianglong is a genuine four-star martial saint, what if something unexpected happens to the pavilion master?
There are already more than a dozen monks in the realm of martial saints at Zhentian Pavilion, which is a very huge force. Even if they have a hard fight with Cangyun Palace, it will be nothing.

Jiang Mo is the backbone of Zhentian Pavilion!

"Haha, happy, Pavilion Master Jiang is indeed a straightforward person!" Seeing Jiang Mo's promise, a ferocious look flashed across Shi Jianglong's face.

As long as he kills Jiang Mo in the middle of the battle, then the Zhentian Pavilion will be destroyed without attack.

When the time comes, why not just let Cangyun Palace knead it?

As soon as the words fell, Shi Jianglong turned his body, stretched out his palms, and bombarded Jiang Mo fiercely.

"Devil Cloud Palm!"

With a loud shout, the black vitality gathered and turned into a troll palm.

The black vitality seemed to carry a corrosive force, causing the expressions of everyone around him to sink.

Jiang Mo's face remained unchanged, vitality gushed out from his body, and a golden palm print also bombarded out.

In an instant, the surrounding power was drawn out and merged into the golden palm print.

Emperor seal!
Jiang Mo let out a low growl, and his palms collided fiercely with the Shi Jianglong.

In an instant, the berserk Yuanli scattered in all directions, forming a terrifying storm and sweeping towards the surroundings.

Boom, boom, boom!

Jiang Mo stepped back dozens of steps, and his blood was tumbling. If he was fighting for the realm, he was indeed no match for Shi Jianglong.

However, in battle, realm cannot represent all strengths.

Jiang Mo paused on the soles of his feet, abruptly stopping the tendency to retreat, and a monstrous cyan flame burst out behind him.

The temperature of the flame was extremely hot, and when it appeared, everyone couldn't help but retreat.

However, Shi Jianglong's aura rose sharply at this time, and a magic spear appeared in his hand, which was a top-grade spiritual weapon and extremely powerful.

"Boy, today is the time for your burial!" Shi Jianglong shouted angrily, and the magic spear stabbed wildly, as if the roar of gods and demons came from his ears.

For a moment, the power of the world and the earth was billowing, and the black air was overwhelming.

Jiang Mo took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and immediately entered a mysterious state.

Five Heavens of Sword Dao: The heart of the sword is bright!

The next moment, Jiang Mo slashed out with a sword, and the towering blue flames behind him suddenly gathered together, turning into an extremely terrifying sword light, and slashed down towards the black magic gun.

(End of this chapter)