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Mo Wentian's expression had a hint of a smile in his face.

The body stood on top of the sword mountain, the breath of the whole person subsided, and in his eyes, the gaze of the world became stronger and stronger.

Even if it's a Sword Ancestor, what can it do?

There is a testament to the east of the Jieshi, it has become a thing of the past, Lu Zu's last wisp of qi has been cut off, and there is no longer the slightest possibility for time to admire.

On the Sword Mountain, the sword air rotated, the cold light was dazzling, exuding a powerful and oppressive sword power, which was prohibitive.

"I really didn't expect this Mo Wen to defeat Lu Zu innocently, it's really unbelievable!"

"In the future, I am afraid that this sword mountain will be the object of enlightenment for countless kendo masters, but unfortunately, the state of mind that has been sitting for decades is destroyed and shattered today. ”

"Sword Sect, Sword Sect is really a magical place. ”

"This Mo Wentian is comparable to a celestial, even if Lu Zu personally made a move, he didn't stop it, Mo Wentian's offensive. ”

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The surrounding chatter kept coming.

Mo Wentian smiled, stood on top of the Sword Mountain, overlooking the earth, and said loudly: "The Sword Sect is immortal. ”

The sound was like a thunderbolt.

The expressions of the people looking up suddenly changed.

Mo Wentian's gaze fell on Li Qifeng's body, nodded slowly, with a hint of relief in his expression, and slowly sat down.

Li Qifeng's expression showed a hint of a smile.

Facing Mo Wentian, he nodded slowly.

It's all in plain sight.

Sitting cross-legged on the Sword Mountain, Mo Wentian slowly closed his eyes.

Li Qifeng's expression showed a hint of grief, Mo Wentianqiang's sword ancestor Lu Dongxuan's last qi in the world was also the last qi that he had left.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Countless grand lights emanated from Mo Wentian's body, illuminating half of the heavenly dome, and a ray of light circulated above the heavenly dome.

Circulation

wander

It seems to be a passing year.

The sound of a sword roar suddenly shook between heaven and earth, and above the sky, it suddenly lit up.

The light was gone.

The sound of the sword echoed between heaven and earth for a long time.

Li Qifeng fell to his knees.

Respectfully kowtow.

As the saying goes: There is gold under a man's knees, but Li Qifeng's kneeling is sincere and sincere, and his kneeling is incomparably worthwhile.

Everyone looked at Li Qifeng in surprise and felt incredible.

Slowly getting up, Li Qifeng walked towards the top of the sword mountain.

The majestic sword qi swam, and the chill made people feel fearful.

Climb slowly.

The swirling sword qi automatically avoided it.

"Then don't ask the sky to die!"

I don't know who it was, and a voice sounded.

The crowd of onlookers who had been watching suddenly had a hint of commotion.

In Jian Wushuang's eyes, a chill appeared, and his body moved, rushing towards the sword mountain.

A rusty sword appeared in Jian Wushuang's hand.

The rusty sword slashed directly.

The majestic sword qi on the sword mountain suddenly automatically struck at Jian Wushuang, and in the rusty sword, endless sword qi surged, incomparably powerful, and brutally destroyed all the sword qi.

The rusty sword slashed at Mo Wentian.

On the Sword Mountain, a mournful roar sounded.

Li Qifeng's face couldn't help but be cold, and in his eyes, endless chill flashed out, his body moved, and Yuanhong Taicang came out of the sheath at the same time.

The black light is faint.

Time flies.

Almost instantly, Taicang appeared in front of the rusty sword, carrying an astonishing power, directly hitting the rusty sword.

The red rust shook out, like raindrops, and fell one after another.

Li Qifeng is already near.

The Yuanhong Sword stabbed out like lightning.

Jian Wushuang's expression couldn't help but change, and the sharp sword qi grazed his face, and a line of blood suddenly appeared.

The powerful sword momentum forced Jian Wushuang to retreat.

Jian Wushuang's expression became extremely gloomy, and his eyes exuded terrifying killing intent.

"Mo Wentian is really dead, what can he do if he defeats Lu Zu? He still has his soul returned to the West Heaven, and it is really difficult to say who will win or lose. ”

Jian Wushuang said with a joyful expression.

With the rusty sword in his hand, he pointed at Li Qifeng, and Jian Wushuang said softly: "Who are you?"

Li Qifeng's expression was full of coldness, holding dual swords, and he said in a slow tone: "Sword Sect Li Qifeng." ”

Jian Wushuang's gloomy expression revealed a hint of playfulness.

"You're not my opponent, so let's retreat!"

Li Qifeng smiled, his eyes were full of fighting intent, and said, "How do you know that I am not your opponent?"

Jian Wushuang looked at Li Qifeng and said, "You are too tender, and your strength is too weak." ”

Li Qifeng looked at Jian Wushuang, a smile disappeared in his expression, and said: "Don't ask the heavens to compete with the reincarnated sword ancestor Lu Dongxuan, who is also a member of the Sword Sect, how can I lose the momentum, even if I am not your opponent, I will fight." ”

The killing intent in Jian Wushuang's expression was even stronger.

The rusty sword moved slightly, the seemingly sluggish blade slicing a crack in the air.

"Mo Wentian can die with Lu Zu, but you can only become a dead soul under my sword. ”

Jian Wushuang's voice was incomparably cold.

The rusty sword turned.

The sword aura is mighty like a dragon coming out of the abyss.

Li Qifeng's body moved slightly, and above the two swords, two majestic sword qi suddenly swept out, and they rushed out brutally.

Rumble!

The mighty aftermath swept in all directions, stirring up the wind and clouds above the heavenly dome.

On the Sword Mountain, ten thousand swords trembled.

The sound of swords was endless.

Li Qifeng took a step forward.

On the white jade pagoda in the body, endless brilliance emanated, and a powerful internal force swept out, with a golden internal force suddenly rolling away like a long river, and the dazzling light on the whole body spread out, like talking about the rising sun.

Between the golden light, the whispered sound of a bell rang out.

Buddha slaughter vajra body.

Three powerful qi engines flowed to the side of the golden body.

Li Qifeng's body was like a toppling mountain, rushing towards Jian Wushuang.

There was a hint of contempt in Jian Wushuang's expression.

Sitting under the stele for nearly a hundred years, Jian Wushuang has always comprehended the sword intent left by Lu Zu.

The years are merciless.

The sword in his hand was also rusty.

Jian Wushuang's heart is also a sword.

There are thousands of sword moves in the world, but only one sword can break it.

Let out a long breath.

Jian Wushuang's body was up and down, exuding an endless aura of majesty.

The sword in his hand moved slightly.

The blade of the sword turned slowly.

Suddenly, a sword slashed out.

A cold light suddenly appeared.

The rusty sword vanished without a trace.

The next moment.

The tip of the sword appeared in front of Li Qifeng.

The mighty sword qi dragon suddenly annihilated and disappeared into nothingness.

The tip of the sword is straight to the chest.

But it can't be half an inch.