Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 971 Don't blame the past?

Withering Sword Art.

When the sword comes out, life will be wiped out!
The sword that Jiang Mo swung carried such a kind of power and force, giving people a sense of slashing everything.

The magic spear stabbed, and this gray sword light suddenly bombarded together.

In an instant, a terrifying storm of Yuanli swept wildly towards the surroundings.

Shi Jianglong is a genuine four-star martial saint, and coupled with the top-grade spiritual weapon, the magic spear, the explosive power is also very powerful.

Even though Jiang Mo used the power of the fifth heaven of the sword, he still failed to gain the upper hand.

After a while, the aftermath of the two attacks slowly dissipated.

However, Jiang Mo wasn't depressed either. His trump card was not limited to Kuji swordsmanship.

Moreover, after this confrontation, Jiang Mo also roughly figured out Shi Jianglong's background.

On the other hand, he looked shocked.

Originally, Shi Jianglong thought that Jiang Mo would be directly stabbed to death by this shot.

However, the fact is that Jiang Mo blocked the blow. It is conceivable how shocked Shi Jianglong was in his heart.

"His strength is already able to challenge the four-star martial saint. This progress is too fast!"

Not far away, Quan Zhijian's heart was shaken. If it weren't for the strong men from both sides guarding here, he might have fled here long ago.

Although Jiang Mo just said a word about his betrayal, Quan Zhijian felt that he had already been sentenced to death.

boom!
Jiang Mo and Shi Jianglong collided fiercely again, and the golden purple-gold emperor dragon's veins surged out, turning into golden light, covering Jiang Mo's whole body, making his physical body extremely tyrannical.

With the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword in hand, Jiang Mo's long hair fluttered, looking mighty.

"The angry dragon strangles!"

Shi Jianglong took a deep breath, and the magic gun in his hand gushed out thick black energy, covering the sky. Immediately, with a flick of his wrist, the black magic energy wrapped around the spear, and charged towards Jiang Mo's place again.

Before the spear arrived, the ground had already been pierced by that momentum, a huge hole with a radius of tens of feet was pierced, and it was bottomless.

Jiang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, made a seal with his palms, and blasted out a huge Yuanli shield to block it in front of him.

At the same time, he silently uttered a few obscure syllables.

"Wind, earth!"

This is the dragon language spirit!
However, Shi Jianglong didn't know it. He saw the Yuanli shield in front of Jiang Mo, sneered, and said, "Are you at the end of your rope? It's really vulnerable!"

After the words fell, his whole body, together with the black magic spear, stabbed at Jiang Chen.

click!
The magic spear pierced the Yuanli shield, and in an instant, the shield was filled with long cracks.

Immediately, it exploded with a bang.

"You are dead!"

Shi Jianglong showed excitement on his face.

However, just when he was about to break through Jiang Mo's defense, suddenly, a gust of wind surged up, carrying gravel, and turned into a huge sandstorm, which exploded directly from the soles of Shi Jianglong's feet.

"What the hell is this weather, there is actually a sandstorm!"

Shi Jianglong muttered and cursed.

However, a light and light word fell into his ears, causing the deputy palace lord of Cangyun Palace to break out in cold sweat suddenly.

"Hehe, is it just because of the weather?"

Jiang Mo's words fell into Shi Jianglong's ears like a nightmare.

At this moment, Shi Jianglong's expression suddenly changed. He knew that the sandstorm was not caused by the weather.

It's because someone is manipulating this power of heaven and earth.

"Break Sword Style!"

The corner of Jiang Mo's mouth hooked up, and a sneer appeared. Immediately, with his vitality wrapped in the ancient sword of punishment, he turned into an extremely violent desolate beast, and rushed towards Shi Jianglong, who was submerged in the sandstorm.

Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua...

The terrifying sword intent, together with the sandstorm, tore Shi Jianglong's body.

Song Yinian's handed down the Three Killing Swords of Delusion, is broad and profound, and just this violent sword style made Shi Jianglong very embarrassed.

In the sandstorm, blood spouted from time to time.

Shi Jianglong's miserable voice was mixed with the sandstorm, and no one heard his call for help.

"You can't really kill him."

Jiang Mo secretly said something in his heart.

Shi Jianglong is the Deputy Palace Master of Cangyun Palace. If he is killed, the Palace Master of Cangyun Palace may directly lead an army to raze Zhentian Pavilion.

After all, the two sides are still in peace talks, and they haven't broken their faces yet.

Even if Zhentian Pavilion can withstand the attack of Cangyun Palace, there will probably be heavy casualties at that time.

This is the most fatal for the newly established sect.

"It still takes time. Give me another period of time. At that time, I will arrange the space-time strangle formation around Zhentian Pavilion. At that time, I will really be able to sit back and relax."

"Vice Palace Master Shi, you have lost."

Jiang Mo's voice resounded all around, causing everyone's eyes to look away, and sure enough, they saw Shi Jianglong in rags.

Just now, the terrible sandstorm had torn his clothes.

After the voice fell, the surrounding sandstorm gradually dissipated.

Shi Jianglong's whole body was covered in blood, and that violent sword move made the Deputy Mistress of Cangyun Palace extremely embarrassed, but it was not life-threatening.

The subordinates he brought were all staring at him in astonishment, obviously they did not expect that the deputy palace lord would lose so badly.

The corners of Wei Zhixi's eyes twitched. He looked at Wu Nu with a hot figure, then at Jiang Mo, and quickly put away his obscene gaze.

If he still doesn't know how to advance or retreat, I'm afraid there will be no good end.

"You are really strong, I lost. Just now in that sandstorm, with your strength, you can kill me. The reason why you didn't do this is because you are worried about the revenge of Cangyun Palace?" Shi Jianglong wiped his body Blood stains, looking at Jiang Mo with scorching eyes.

"It's not that I'm afraid of revenge, but I don't want to be caught." Jiang Mo said in a deep voice.

These words made Shi Jianglong's face tremble.

Don't want to die?

In other words, Jiang Mo thinks that he already has the strength to fight Cangyun Palace, although it may be the kind that kills a thousand enemies and hurts himself eight hundred.

His eyes swept over the many monks behind Jiang Mo. From these people, Shi Jianglong could tell that they all possessed the strength of the martial saint realm.

Moreover, the most troublesome thing is that the army of nearly one hundred thousand ghouls stands there, giving people a sense of silent oppression.

For monks in the realm of martial saints, it's okay to talk to them. If their strength is lower, they may have no chance of winning when they encounter these ghouls who don't know pain.

"Before, you beheaded the deacon of my Cangyun Palace, from now on, let it go. I, Cangyun Palace, let the past go." Shi Jianglong waved his hand and said.

"That's the best. Then, should this person be entrusted to me?" Jiang Mo's eyes fell on Quan Zhijian.

Seeing this, the latter turned smart all over, quickly saved Shi Jianglong's thigh, and cried, "Please help me, Lord Vice Palace Mistress!"

How miserable that looks, how miserable.

Shi Jianglong gave Quan Zhijian a cold look, and said indifferently, "The thing I hate the most in my life is the traitor!"

After the words fell, his vitality exploded, and he kicked Quan Zhijian away.

(End of this chapter)