Under the shroud of cloud sword intent, the power of the sword was even more terrifying to the extreme.

There are eight Jindan realm immortals, immortal power condensation, and immortal magic powers, but under that sword, it is like foil, and it will be broken at the touch of a button. In the midst of the destruction and decay, all the means of the eight Jindan realm immortals were annihilated like this, and then they were eliminated together, as well as the corpses and vitality.

Retreat for five days, and now you will be in Moyun!

A sword is out horizontally, and the eight gold pills are slashed!

What is horror?

The cultivation of the peak of the Ning Dan Realm, under a sword, the Jin Dan Realm is like a mustard, this is terrifying!

Mo Yun Town almost fell into silence, and on the winding road, sword marks more than ten zhang long appeared, and there were still cloud sword intent in it, which had never dispersed. Qin Hao's figure had already disappeared into Moyun Town, and at the same time, four figures suddenly appeared outside Moyun Town, and the speed was also extremely fast. From the stone stele engraved to win idlers do not enter' to this broken monument that is almost powdered, it is only a hundred breaths of time, and in the eyes, the ice and snow-covered earth has been shattered, and a sword mark full of sword intent rushed up the winding road.

"We're still a step late!" Chen Zixiao's voice was a little heavy.

Suddenly, he saw the broken embroidery mark in the sword marks, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, "There is more than one cloud in Moyun Mountain!"

"There is even an elder of the Jindan Realm here!"

Wang Anxu's already solemn eyes shrank to the extreme, and his voice trembled slightly, "Hurry up and catch up, there are still Jindan realm immortals in the mountains!"

"Let's go!"

......

It was only half an hour before stepping into the winding road that clouds and mist were already gathering to obscure the view. In the clouds and mist, Qin Hao's speed of progress has not slowed down, there is a touch of chaos in his pupils slowly turning, the clouds and mist may be able to obscure his vision, but that is for other monks, for Qin Hao, it is just a vain. In the clouds and mist, there seemed to be black shadows flickering from time to time, with a touch of clouds and mist, like a whirlpool flowing, this kind of wave also attracted Qin Hao's attention, his pupils shrank slightly, and then a faint smile appeared on Qin Hao's face.

"The Jindan Realm Elder of Moyun Palace is really boring!"

"This kind of method of concealing people's ears and eyes is not bad!"

Suddenly, in the clouds and mist, a cold light suddenly appeared, tearing the clouds and mist straight towards Qin Hao, not a touch of cold light, a full twelve cold rays, from all directions, three hundred and sixty degrees without dead angles, the cold light was extremely fast, almost in an instant swept over Qin Hao's body.

No, it's an afterimage!

Qin Hao's speed was even better, and under the siege of the twelve cold rays in all directions, he even let Qin Hao get out of trouble.

"Yes, no wonder you can kill all of Yun Jing's people!"

"But to break into such a place, Qin Hao, it's time to stop!"

The floating voice slowly sounded from the clouds, and twelve black shadows stood in the air, and the surrounding clouds and mist were retreating, revealing the true faces of the twelve rao.

Qin Hao stared at the twelve Jindan Realm Immortals who appeared in front of him, and a trace of surprise appeared on his indifferent face for the first time, among the many Jindan Realm Immortals in Moyun Palace, the only thing he knew was probably the twelve Jindan Realm Immortals in front of him.

It's not that he knows the names of these twelve Golden Pill Realm Immortals, but the title of these twelve Golden Pills.

Mo Yun Twelve!

They are one of the few existences in the entire Moyun Palace that are not wearing gray robes, the bodies of the twelve people are all shrouded in black robes, and there is a faint hint of twilight on their bodies, they are already in their twilight years, but they are crane-haired and childish, and their skin is surprisingly tight, in Qin Hao's perception, there are six Jindan realm lower grades, and six Jindan realm middle grades.

Twelve eyes all fell on Qin Hao's body, and I don't know how much banter and contempt they contained.

These twelve talents are the great terror among the many Jindan Realm elders in Moyun Palace, no matter who the enemy is, no matter how many enemies there are, they will all attack together, and they can even be able to cooperate with each other.

"Qin Hao, it's time to stop!" one of the crane-haired old men said slowly, "The palace master didn't order me to wait for you to be killed here. ”

"So, let's go!"

The voice of one person represents the voice of the twelve evils, as if they only accept the orders of the clouds, and without orders, they will only guard this Moyun Mountain.

Qin Hao's face was indifferent, but the next moment he laughed out loud, "What's the matter, I killed you Moyun Palace Jindan Realm Elder, and now I have already sent it to the door, don't you kill me?"

The old man spoke again, his hair fluttering, "Let's go, I won't make a move without an order!"

Don't make a move?

It's good not to make a move!

Immediately, Qin Hao's feet shook, a pair of flesh fists formed a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred punches had already been blasted, rushing straight towards the Mo Yun Twelve.

Boom Boom!

In mid-air, the twelve demons really just kept resisting, and there was no intention of fighting back at all.

Another punch fell, and with the power of the backlash, Qin Hao retreated backwards, and he looked at the twelve Jindan Realm Immortals in front of him, "Since that's the case, then I'm going to pass!"

Qin Hao was about to leave, and he had already taken a step forward.

Swish!

A cold light seemed to penetrate the space, and fell directly an inch in front of Qin Hao, the immortal power was faintly cool, and the ground under Qin Hao's feet emitted faint black smoke, faintly corroded.

"What, won't you let me go?" Qin Hao raised his eyebrows lightly and looked at the Mo Yun Twelve, "Didn't you attack me before?"

The old man who spoke up earlier spoke again, "Guarding Moyun Mountain is the duty of my Moyun Twelve, except for my disciples of Moyun Palace, no one is allowed to set foot in Moyun Mountain!"

A touch of coolness had risen in his voice, and Mo Yun's eyes were also full of haze, and his body was even more immortal.

Qin Hao looked at Mo Yun Twelve, and his calm face suddenly rose with endless arrogance, "Since that's the case, then let's make a move, let me see, it's me Qin Hao who climbs Moyun Mountain, or you cut me down in a cluster!"

Rumble!

The dark purple fairy power came out of the body, the surrounding clouds and mist were retreating, and there was a sword roar, and in the blink of an eye, a three-foot long blade was entered, and the dark purple fairy power shrouded the sword blade, scattering a faint chill. Qin Hao's body trembled slightly, a pair of big wings covered with dark purple feathers crossed the sky, and the dark purple fairy patterns on them flowed, and the faint fairy rhyme was permeated, and the big wings shook suddenly, and time seemed to be stagnant.

Escape from the sky!

Swish!

The sound of the skin and flesh being cut sounded instantly, Qin Hao's figure had already appeared behind Mo Yun's twelve, and the next moment, the Nine Heavens Sword in Qin Hao's hand seemed to sound a sound of excitement, and a blood line appeared on the neck of one of Mo Yun's twelve, and the blood was flowing wildly with vitality.

Qin Hao's expression was indifferent, "It turns out that Mo Yun's strength is nothing more than that!"

"It's just been a fight, and one has already fallen!"