Mo Wentian stood in the sky, his eyes staring at the world. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Even if it's Sword Ancestor Lu Dongxuan, what can he do?"

Whispered words rang out.

Mo Wentian took a step forward.

Firm and solid.

The stalemate was suddenly broken, and the integrated sword river crashed down the stone tablet heavily.

The brilliance that seemed to be entrenched like a giant dragon suddenly shattered away.

Mo Wentian stood on top of the stone stele.

In the sword river, ten thousand swords fell to the ground, and in an instant, a sword mountain suddenly appeared, and the stone tablet became scarred, and the sword power disappeared without a trace.

The body of Jian Wushuang, who was sitting dryly, suddenly trembled.

There was a look of horror in his eyes, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person's breath became very weak.

"Impossible!"

"It's not true, it's not true. ”

“”

Jian Wushuang kept whispering.

The obsession in the heart is destroyed.

The sword intent that melted into the stone tablet was annihilated.

made his whole person also suffer a heavy blow.

Both the state of mind of kendo and its own strength have been damaged.

Mo Wentian stood on top of the stone tablet, the color in his eyes was even worse, at this moment, he seemed to be the master between heaven and earth, and all living beings were kneeling at his feet.

The light above the sky is so dazzling.

Mo Wentian's heart was even more arrogant.

Distance

The expressions of those who were skeptical became extremely ugly, and their eyes were very complicated when they looked at Mo Wentian who was standing on the top of the stone stele.

Things that have never dared to be imagined are actually done successfully today, and this courage alone is by no means comparable to them.

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

I was sincerely happy for Mo Wentian.

There is a testament to the east of Jieshi, and Mo Wentian, who has practiced swords all his life, has a lifelong wish to come and compete with the sword ancestor Lu Dongxuan, and today he finally succeeded, how can he not be happy.

Slowly turn around.

Mo Wentian overlooked the sea that was constantly stirring up waves, and there was a hint of a smile in his expression.

This moment.

He felt satisfied.

Suddenly, the scorching sun above the sky seemed to become even hotter, and the light emitted became more dazzling, more dazzling, making people a little unable to open their eyes.

Above the sea.

The terrifying waves suddenly sounded, as if a million male troops were not afraid of death and hit the Heavenly Hanging Peak.

Dao Dao Guanghua suddenly hung down from the sky.

A figure stepped down from above the light.

Dressed in white, white as snow, with a long sword behind him, black hair, tied up at will, and an indescribable handsome aura exuded between his eyebrows.

"Sword Ancestor!"

"It's the Sword Ancestor. ”

"It's actually the Sword Ancestor?"

“”

"It's really the Sword Ancestor, exactly the same as the one on the portrait!"

Among the shocked crowd in their hearts, they suddenly exploded completely, and said with a frightened face.

They had never seen the Sword Ancestor Lu Dongxuan, they could only look up at his portrait, and now that they saw the real person in the glory, their hearts were even more terrified.

Someone has already fallen to his knees.

Mo Wentian stood quietly, with a hint of a smile on his face, his hands behind his back.

His eyes looked at the Sword Ancestor who was volleying down from the sky.

Mo Wentian clasped his hands into fists and said, "The younger Sword Sect disciple Mo Wentian pays a visit to the Sword Ancestor. ”

Slightly bowed.

There was a hint of pride in Mo Wentian's expression.

Sword Ancestor Lu Dong Xuanling stood outside Mo Wentian's hundred zhang, the wind blowing his black hair, his white clothes fluttering, more like a rich boy.

"Sword Sect Mo asks the sky?"

Lu Dongxuan said in a low voice.

It seems to be asking rhetorically, and it seems to be recalling something.

After a few breaths, Sword Ancestor Lu Dongxuan slowly shook his head and said, "I don't seem to have heard of you. ”

Mo Wentian nodded lightly and said, "That's natural, my predecessors have never seen me." ”

Lu Dongxuan bowed slightly, looked at the stone tablet that had become bland, and a trace of anger appeared on his face, "You destroyed my stone tablet?"

Mo Wentian nodded undeniably and said, "It's the junior, the intention of the predecessor to leave this stone tablet is exactly that, right?"

Lu Dongxuan shook his head, his expression was even more angry, and said, "Are you provoking me?"

Mo Wentian smiled and said, "The juniors don't dare." ”

"But you've done it. ”

"The juniors are just trying their hand at direct swordsmanship. ”

"You are not qualified to compete with me. ”

"That's fine, I'm pretty content now. ”

Lu Dongxuan looked at Mo Wentian with a cold expression.

As the reincarnation of a celestial man, a hundred years of time to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, Lu Dongxuan naturally has a place of pride, when the feathering, cut the sky and hang the peak of the peak to make a stone tablet, with pure sword intent to leave the heaven and earth chessboard, in order to let future generations come to admire.

But unexpectedly, today, someone actually destroyed it, and this breath is absolutely unbearable.

"You're damned. ”

Sword Ancestor Lu Dongxuan's body, Dao Dao's sword qi suddenly swept out, and the sword behind him automatically came out of its sheath.

"Slash!"

Lu Dongxuan let out an angry shout.

The sword is like light.

In an instant, he appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian's body retreated backwards.

Stand on the mountain of the sword.

The smile in his expression became more and more intense, and Mo Wentian smashed out a brutal punch, and the long sword immediately flew backwards and flew into Lu Dongxuan's hand.

"It's ridiculous that you're just a dead person and still thinking about bullying the living. ”

Mo Wentian's voice was very soft.

A very soft voice, reaching the ears of those who were watching, was no less than the explosion of spring thunder, which was a blatant provocation and an unceremonious declaration of war.

Lu Dongxuan's expression was difficult to see.

The aura of being out of the dust was replaced by hideousness.

"Arrogance comes at a price. ”

Lu Dongxuan said softly.

The sound is like the ice on the iceberg that has never seen sunlight.

In the air, it suddenly became extremely cold.

Lu Dongxuan walked forward slowly.

Armed with a sword.

Body like the wind.

In a blink of an eye.

The world-renowned sword ancestor Lu Dongxuan appeared beside Mo Wentian, and the sword in his hand was like a thunderbolt in a sunny sky, slashing towards Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian's body does not retreat.

Steady as Mount Tai.

Suddenly, the sound of endless sword roars shook the heavens and the earth.

On the top of Sword Mountain, a sword converged and appeared beside Mo Wentian.

The sword is invisible.

But it can be seen.

It was the sword intent of the ten thousand swords that piled up the Sword Mountain.

Sword movement.

momentum.

Stormy and terrifying.

Between heaven and earth, a huge light suddenly appeared.

The glow is bland.

It is like a river flowing slowly on the plain, and it is very quiet and peaceful.

In the light, the body of the Sword Ancestor's Lu Dongxuan was annihilated, turning into thousands of points of light and disappearing cleanly.

The sword fell.

Disappear into nothingness.

So far

A generation of legends, the sword ancestor Lu Dongxuan left a piece of qi in the world completely cut off.