Mo Wuchen recognized at a glance that the young man was none other than the first disciple he had accepted, Zhang Hao!

How did Zhang Hao end up here?

Why is he in the palace again?

What's more, at this moment, Zhang Hao has no focus in his eyes, like a puppet, but there is a terrifying aura on him, which makes everyone present breathe solemnly.

"Is it controlled by that sword?"

Mo Wuchen was shocked in his heart, listening to what those people said just now, the sword in Zhang Hao's hand at this moment is the artifact of the Northern Netherlands, the Zhuxian Sword!

Airplanes!

Zhang Hao walked step by step, his eyes were empty, like a puppet, but there was a powerful momentum on his body, which was terrifying.

He held the sword in his hand, although he only had half a sword body, but at this moment, on Zhang Hao's body, everyone saw a style of a generation of sword gods!

"There is a fluctuation of spiritual power in his body!" The Great Elder of the Qiu Family snorted, "This person has been controlled by the Zhuxian Sword, and he can use his cultivation, retreat quickly!"

Wow!

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and their bodies retreated one after another, not daring to stay.

Airplanes!

At the same time, Zhang Hao had already walked out of the ruins of the palace, and in his hand, the Zhuxian Sword shook slightly, and there were bursts of piercing sword sounds, which made people turn pale.

Suddenly, Zhang Hao suddenly raised his head, and his empty gaze stared in a certain direction.

"Huh?!"

Mo Wuchen was shocked in his heart, Zhang Hao at this moment was staring at himself, and in that empty eye, he obviously felt an astonishing killing force.

Laugh at!

Under the dim underground, a sword light flashed, illuminating the entire space, and at the same time, an astonishing sword pressure permeated, fierce and pressing, Zhang Hao held the Zhuxian Sword, volleyed a sword, and slashed towards Mo Wuchen.

Swish!

Between the lightning and flint, Mo Wuchen also reacted quickly, his body rushed out to the side, just avoiding the flying sword light, his face palpitated, if he had reacted a step slower just now, he would have died under that sword!

Laugh at!

However, just as he was thinking like this in his heart, another sword light flashed, and the killing machine filled the entire space, slashing towards Mo Wuchen.

"Grass!"

Mo Wuchen's face sank, he obviously felt that Zhang Hao was targeting himself, and there were so many people around him that he didn't cut, but he attacked himself?!

"Ahh

A miserable scream came, and Mo Wuchen avoided Zhang Hao's attack again, but behind him, there was a Xuantian Sect's Creation Realm powerhouse, but he couldn't dodge, and was torn in half by the sword light, and fell on the spot.

At the same time as seeing this scene, the scalps of the other people around him were numb, and they only felt that things were a little weird.

What is this sword-wielding boy, and why is he able to use his cultivation?

"He's targeting Mo Wuchen?" Soon, the Great Elder of the Qiu Family found something and said so.

Sure enough, everyone looked at it and found that every attack of Zhang Hao was directed at Mo Wuchen.

"Don't forget the dust spirit sea is shattered, even if the physical body is strong, in front of the cultivators, there is no resistance, when the sword-wielding young man kills him, we will take the Qiankun bag in Mo Wuchen's hand and leave here quickly!" said the Great Elder of the Qiu Family.

If it weren't for geniuses such as Qiu Chengye and Wu Lingfeng, who were still locked up in Mo Wuchen's Qiankun bag, I'm afraid they would have fled here long ago.

The power of the Zhuxian Sword, even the head of the Great Emperor has been cut off, it is an artifact of the Northern Underworld, since ancient times, it has appeared twice, and the two times it appeared were to kill the two Great Emperors!

There have always been rumors that 100,000 years ago, the god king Ling Changkong suppressed the strong and was invincible in the world.

Some people speculate that Ling Changkong has already died under the Zhuxian Sword!

But whether or not things are as speculated has always been a mystery in the North of the Underworld.

Sou!

In the face of Zhang Hao's continuous air slashes, Mo Wangchen's body moved quickly and dodged, he wanted to escape from this place, but Zhang Hao was here, controlled by the Zhuxian Sword, but he couldn't let it go.

While moving, he gradually approached the front of Zhang Hao, turned into a black shadow, and burst out.

With a sudden, he reached out and grabbed Zhang Hao's wrist holding the Zhuxian Sword.

"Huh?"

Soon, Don't forget to find that Zhang Hao's strength is extremely huge, even if he has the body of a god king, he can't suppress it when he grabs the other party's wrist at this moment.

In Zhang Hao's hand, the Zhuxian Sword trembled wildly, as if it wanted to break Zhang Hao's wrist out of Mo Wuchen's hand.

Mo Wuchen burst into a shout, the power of his body was exerted to the extreme, his whole body was tense, and he held Zhang Hao's wrist tightly, not letting the other party move.

Rumble!

But suddenly, Zhang Hao's other hand suddenly raised, and a palm slapped towards Mo Wangchen's chest.

The powerful palm force directly lifted Mo Wuchen out, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he fell heavily on the ground in the distance, smashing out a deep pit.

Sou!

Mo Wuchen hurriedly got up from the spot, but at this moment, he seemed to sense something, and at some point behind him, a person had already appeared.

That was the Great Elder of Xuantian Sect, a strong man at the level of Nirvana Realm, even if his cultivation was suppressed, the power of his physical body was still terrifying, and when Mo Wuchen just got up, the Great Elder of Xuantian Sect exploded from behind with a punch.

Mo Wuchen was shocked in his heart, the physical strength of a strong person in the Nirvana Realm should not be underestimated, even if he had the body of a god king, if he was hit head-on, I am afraid that he would end up seriously injured.

Between the lightning and flint, the spiritual power in his body surged, and above the rock-solid spiritual sea, there was a small opening, from which a steady stream of spiritual power poured out, and in the blink of an eye, a layer of energy barrier was formed around Mo Wuchen's body.

Rumble!

Mo Wuchen was blasted out, but fortunately, he had an energy barrier to protect his body, and he was not hurt too much, and the qi and blood in his body surged, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood again uncontrollably.

"What?"

"Why can Mo Wuchen also use his cultivation to condense into a spiritual power barrier?!"

All around, everyone was in an uproar, and their eyes were full of incomprehension.

"Hand over that Qiankun bag!" the Great Elder of Xuantian Sect snorted, his eyes also a little surprised.

"Look for death!"

Mo Wuchen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and the next moment, his mind moved, but he was not hiding, in the spiritual sea, the golden sword was released, turning into a golden rainbow, and flew towards the great elder of Xuantian Sect.

The speed of the golden sword was so fast that everyone couldn't react, only to hear an explosive sound echoing, and the next moment, the head of the Great Elder of Xuantian Sect was stabbed open and killed on the spot!

(End of chapter)