And just two days ago, a Confucianism, Taoism, and the four elders of the palace almost destroyed the Gu Gate, so no one can guarantee that the person who came outside the new city today did not have the strength to capture a heroic city.

A group of black-armored monks split the crowd like knives.

Seeing these black-armored monks who exuded a powerful aura, people subconsciously closed their mouths, and the crowd that had been noisy a moment ago suddenly quieted down.

A large green umbrella passed through the crowd and came to the south gate.

Yun Mo raised his head, looked at the towering city wall in the rain, was silent for a moment, and then began to walk towards the city.

He had a pale skin on his face and a black cloak on his back, and he walked slowly, but with firm steps.

The army gathered under the south gate included sword cultivators from the Sword Dao Sect, monks from the Snow Flower Holy Land, cultivators from the Holy Sword Sect, and nearly 10,000 cultivators from various large and small sects in the Shiwei Realm.

Finally, a voice broke the silence.

"Sect Master Yun, why do you want to help the Gu Sect?!"

The one who spoke was an inner disciple of the Holy Sword Sect, named Ding Jianzhong, who was often called Ding Thirteen by his acquaintances and friends because he was good at "Falling Sword Thirteen Styles".

In terms of cultivation, Ding Shisan was only in the early stage of the calamity, and in terms of identity, he was just an ordinary inner disciple of the Holy Sword Sect, and in this war, he was just an ordinary monk who participated in the war.

For a person like him to speak in front of Yun Mo without permission, which in itself was an offense, not to mention that he spoke with a questioning tone.

The strong in the cultivation world are respected, for this kind of offense, let alone Yun Mo, even if it is an ordinary Spirit Void Realm power, he can be killed on the spot.

The sword cultivator next to Ding Shisan, who was suddenly sweating like rain, suddenly reached out and covered Ding Shisan's mouth.

But the words have already been spoken, and in the silence of countless people, it seems particularly harsh.

Yun Mo's footsteps were slightly sluggish, and he slowly turned around and looked over.

The sword cultivator beside Ding Shisan's side was already pale, and his heart was as if he was dead.

However, what was surprising was that Yun Mo just glanced at him, then turned around and continued to walk towards the city.

The sword cultivator was slightly stunned for a moment, and when he was sure that Yun Mo had no intention of pursuing it, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next moment, the hand was suddenly stretched out, and a sound exploded in his ears like thunder.

"Sect Master Yun, aren't you going to give us an explanation?!"

Ding 13 shouted loudly, his voice more majestic than before, and with anger.

Yun Mo ignored it, and still walked firmly along the stairs towards the city.

"Sect Master Yun, I hope you will give us an explanation!"

"Yes, Sect Master Yun, why do you want to join forces with the Gu Sect?"

"My generation of righteous path monks, how can they be in the same stream as the people of the Gu Sect?!"

"Have you forgotten the countless ancestors who died at their hands for thousands of years?"

"Cloud Sect Master ......"

……

The voice continued to sound, and more and more people shouted loudly, asking the doubts in their hearts for several days, and gradually, as more and more people shouted, the crowd became more and more angry.

The righteous path monks of the Shiwei Realm have not been in the hatred of the three evil lands for a day or two, and the deep hatred of the sea of blood that has lasted for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, how can it be that it will disappear without saying a word?

To work hand in hand with Gu Sect, this is a complete joke.

The people's emotions became more and more agitated, and the people of the guard camp had already begun to stand in a line, stopping the cultivators who were about to rush over.

The sword cultivators of the Kendo Sect also began to signal with their eyes, and quietly distributed next to those who made the most trouble, ready for battle.

Once these people are in trouble, they will not hesitate to take action.

It is true that they are members of the Kendo Sect, but the worship and respect for Yun Mo has been deeply engraved into their bones in the past year.

Not to mention that Yun Mo wants to join forces with Gu Men, even if they are enemies of the entire Shiwei Realm, they will not hesitate to stand by Yun Mo's side.

Because of the power of one sect against the micro-realm, this kind of thing, they have not done before.

"You want answers?"

Yun Mo's voice suddenly sounded, instantly overpowering the noisy shouts of the people.

Everyone fell silent, and there was silence again.

Yun Mo, who had already come to the city wall, turned around and looked at the tens of thousands of monks under him, he slowly spoke, "I, Yun Mou, never need a reason to do things, if I am willing to follow me, I welcome it, if I don't want to, you can also leave like the Kingdom of the Wind, if I want to become my enemy, I Yun Mou will not be half afraid." ”

Under the south gate, there was a dead silence, this breathless, eerie silence, spreading towards the entire new city.

Even the wind and rain are much quieter.

Only Yun Mo's domineering words still echoed over the entire new city.

Looking at the silent crowd under the city, Yun Mo's voice was cold, but it revealed incomparable majesty and domineering, "You want to ask for the answer, this is the answer I gave you!" ”

After saying this, he turned around and disappeared from the sight of tens of thousands of people in the city.

After a long silence, the crowd began to stir.

"This ......"

"This, how, how can he, how can this?" Ding Shisan's voice trembled slightly.

"How can the righteous people of my generation be in the same stream with the evil sects!"

"Let's go, we're not welcome here!"

"Yun Mo has fallen into evil, and now he ......"

……

Loud noises rang out in the crowd, and many people began to break away from the crowd, and many rushed towards the city gates.

"Defend the camp, draw your sword!"

In the noisy crowd, there was a sudden burst of cheers.

With a bang, a sword light lit up.

Immediately after, thousands of guards drew their iron swords in their hands, and thousands of sword draws sounded at the same time, making the ears of the surrounding monks buzz.

Sen Ran's sword light, like a strong barrier, blocked everyone who rushed under the city gate.

Almost at the same time, there was a continuous sound of sword draws ringing in the field.

The thousands of monks of the Kendo Sect present drew their swords without hesitation.

The strong sword intent, the sword light, and the killing intent in the field were like substance.

Those who rushed subconsciously retreated, and those who were clamoring closed their mouths in fear.

Just yesterday, the hussar generals of the Kingdom of the Wind were beheaded, and the monks of the Kingdom of the Wind mutinied, killing more than a thousand people, only to be disarmed and driven out of the city.

Earlier, more than half of the more than 10,000 monks of the Confucian and Taoist palaces were killed or wounded, and the rest were all captured.

The blood in the city has not yet dried, the smell of blood has not yet dissipated, and more than 7,000 captives of Confucianism, Taoism and Zungong are still locked in cold and damp cages like pigs.

Today, with Yun Mo here, the people of the Kendo Sect will not have the slightest softness.

The Kendo Sect, which firmly controls this new city in its hands, has completely mastered the power of life and death.

What's more, Xue Qianqian and Nie Qianrou, not to mention whether they will fight side by side with Yun Mo, but at least in this case, they will not be enemies with Yun Mo.

Whether it was the people from the Holy Sword Sect, or the people from the Snow Flower Holy Land, or those monks from various large and small sects, they all fell silent.

Under the arrangement of Blade Qianqiu, the sword cultivators of the Kendo Sect began to disarm the fiercest people who were shouting just now.

The two sword cultivators came to Ding Thirteen and wanted to pick up the sword on his body, Ding Thirteen's eyes widened: "How are you qualified to do this?!" ”

For sword cultivators, especially the sword cultivators of the Holy Sword Gate, their own sword is their own life, and the sword is in the person and the sword is dead.

An old man with gray hair came over and said in a deep voice, "Thirteen, give them the sword!" ”

When Ding 13 heard this voice, he was immediately stunned, looked at the man, and shouted, "Master, what's ......?"

Before he finished speaking, the old man reached out and grabbed it, took off Ding Shisan's sword in the air, put it into the hands of the two kendo sect cultivators, and said, "This is my apprentice's natal sword, please keep it carefully." ”

The two kendo sect cultivators nodded and said, "This is natural. ”

As he spoke, he turned and left.

The old man, who was a guest of the Kendo Sect, said to Ding Thirteen earnestly: "Thirteen, there are some things, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan. ”

Ding Shisan's eyes were bloodshot: "Master, how can you ......?"

The old man said solemnly: "This is the order of the door master!" ”

"Door, door master......" Ding 13 clenched his fists.

The Kendo Sect has completely controlled the situation in the city.

At the head of the city, Nie Qianrou turned around and stood beside Yun Mo, covering his cough, and asked worriedly, "Can you still bear it?" ”

Yun Mo looked at the middle-aged man who had already walked a hundred feet away from the city, and said, "Whether you can carry it or not, at least you have to survive this hurdle." ”

In the rain outside the city, the middle-aged man came to a large stone slab, bent down slightly, put two wooden boxes on the ground, and then stuck the flat pole in the crack of the stone, and sat on top of a wooden box, as if he was tired of walking and wanted to rest for a while.