And as the culprit of all this, Yun Mo suddenly raised his head and calmly looked at the remaining more than 10,000 Confucian and Taoist palace cultivators on the opposite side of the river.

This look made the scalp of the more than 10,000 Confucian and Taoist elites feel numb for a while.

The Confucian sage burst into a shout: "What are you doing in a daze?! Don't attack yet!"

In addition to the Council of Elders, the Confucian sages are in charge of the life and death of everyone in the Confucian, Taoist and Zun Palace, but after seeing the strange and terrifying scene just now, where do these people dare to launch an attack on Yun Mo? Ten thousand arrows are fired? Rune Cannon? Isn't this lifting a stone to shoot themselves in the foot?!

Although they thought so, there were still many cultivators who were afraid of the deterrence of the Confucian saints, and at the last moment, they chose to take action.

Thousands of powerful crossbow arrows shot towards Yun Mo.

There was a loud bang, and more than a dozen rune cannons also launched an offensive.

Thousands of powerhouses in the Destruction Period also unreservedly displayed their own attack methods.

All of a sudden, the sky over the Guangling River was brilliant and the momentum was huge.

This attack, although it did not have the terrifying power of the previous ten thousand arrows in the sky, it was still not to be underestimated, even if it was a Confucian saint who was at the peak of the Spirit Void Realm, he did not dare to easily resist head-on.

And Yun Mo didn't mean to dodge at all, he just stuck the black giant on the ground in front of him, and slowly raised his hands upward.

A majestic qi machine suddenly swung out from his hands.

With his movements, the entire turbulent Guangling River began to rise slowly, and the surface of the river was instantly higher than the riverbank, but it did not rush to the surroundings reasonably, but still maintained a forward momentum.

The blood of nearly 10,000 people dyed the entire river red.

The river that rose in mid-air was like a huge blood-red ribbon, and those corpses and ruined ships were like embellishments on the ribbons.

Yun Mo's right index finger and middle finger were brought together, pointing forward.

In the blood-red river in the sky, a big sword with the thickness of the beams suddenly appeared and was all condensed by the river, shooting towards the people of the Confucian and Taoist Zungong Palace by the river.

At the same moment, thousands of water swords of different sizes erupted from the river floating in mid-air.

The crossbow arrows and rune cannons that were fired at Yun Mo were all submerged in these dense water sword attacks.

The sky is full of sword light.

Looking at this picture that was beyond everyone's cognition, those Confucianism, Taoism, and Zungong disciples who were not strong in their minds were completely stunned on the spot.

The Confucian sage burst into a shout, his beard was blowing, his clothes were windless, and the lord of the Confucian and Taoist palaces grabbed the void, and suddenly a huge pen appeared in his hand.

Countless runes were generated under his pen, and they shot towards the water swords that shot like an overwhelming blast.

The sword of water in the sky struck, and the Confucian sage's face became more and more pale, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood just to support the familiar time.

This old man who was at the peak of the Spiritual Void Realm stared at Yun Mo with great resentment, and his heart was inexplicably surprised, he hadn't seen it for just a year, why did this Yun Mo's cultivation improve to such a terrifying level now?!

As soon as you move your thoughts, you can stop with ten thousand arrows, raise your hand and start the river, and with a casual finger, there will be an overwhelming water sword generated.

In the history of the micro-realm, who had ever heard of such a terrifying and exaggerated method?

Could it be that he has already taken another step forward? But he is a half-step immortal himself, and if he takes another step forward, isn't that an immortal?

A river of spring water has turned into a sharp sword.

Seeing the Confucian sage spurting blood, Yun Mo did not take advantage of his illness to kill him, but suddenly rose from the ground and swept towards the north.

After the wave of water swords that split the sky and the earth finally disappeared, on the banks of the Guangling River, there were less than 10,000 Confucian, Taoist and Zungong cultivators who could still stand, and among the cultivators who were less than 10,000 people, almost everyone was injured.

On the hillside in the distance, the nine-tailed demon fox sitting on the branch of the tree swayed its two slender legs leisurely, as if he hadn't seen the bloody and terrifying scene of purgatory by the riverside at all, and muttered to himself, "Yun Mo, Yun Mo, this is powerful, and it even has the strength of an Upper Realm Immortal, but with such a high-speed consumption of power, not to mention that your body will be traumatized that is difficult to heal, how can the Demon Sealing Sword Array withstand such a toss from you?!" There is also a stick of incense, at most a stick of incense, the Demon Sealing Sword Array will be completely destroyed, let alone deal with the Four Holy Lands at that time, this fox immortal will be able to make your life worse than death!"

From south to north, passing through the Sword Dao Sect Peak Peak, although there was a distance of a hundred miles, in the blink of an eye, Yun Mo came to the Linchuan Valley in the north.

Like a meteor crashing to the ground.

Beside him were hundreds of iron swords stabbed diagonally into the ground.

Everyone in the Holy Sword Gate looked at Yun Mo who fell from the sky, and they actually retreated in fear.

From Yun Mo's departure to his return, it was only a dozen breaths of time, in such a short period of time, he went to the foot of Dongfeng Mountain, killed the two spiritual void realm powers of Feng Wuying and Kunlun Nu, and killed nearly 10,000 wind king **** pawns, and then went to the Guangling River in the south, slaughtered most of the cultivators of the Confucian and Taoist Zun Palace, and made the entire Guangling River bleed and drifted into the sea of corpses.

And now, he is back in the Linchuan Valley to the north.

Face more than 10,000 sword cultivators of the Holy Sword Sect who are of the same origin as the Kendo Sect.

He had killed people, killed many people, but before returning to Linchuan Valley, there was not the slightest trace of blood on his sword, the green shirt on his body was still neat, and the expression on his face was still indifferent, except that the hair on his ears and temples was slightly messy.

He raised his head, looked at Nie Qianrou at the front, looked at the more than 10,000 Sword Sect Sword Cultivators who hadn't reacted to what had happened, and finally looked at the Holy Sword Sect Master, and said softly, "Let's go together, I don't have much time." ”

This didn't take the Holy Sword Gate into account at all.

Nie Qianroujiao snorted and drew her sword suddenly.

And just as she drew her sword and unsheathed it, a man came to her side, a hand in front of her hilt.

Nie Qianrou looked at the middle-aged man with a face like a knife and an axe in confusion, and asked softly, "Master?"

The Holy Sword Sect Master Fan Shanhe shook his head.

Nie Qianrou was slightly stunned, and finally pushed the sword back into the sheath, and with her action, countless wild sword intents were instantly put into the sheath.

The Holy Sword Sect Master stepped forward, stood outside the Linchuan Valley, stood in front of all the Holy Sword Sect disciples, and said softly, "It's best to have fewer deaths." ”

This seemed to be said to himself, as if he was saying it to the more than 10,000 Sword Sect sword cultivators behind him, and it was also as if he was saying it to Yun Mo.

Yun Mo shook his head slightly, and said, "If people don't offend me, I won't offend people, and if people don't offend me, I will kill them." I'm here to kill people now, and the more I kill, the better. ”

Fan Shanhe sighed, looked at the young man who had reached the realm of a short-lived immortal with the help of the power of the Demon Sealing Sword Array, and said softly, "Why bother?"

Yun Mo said: "The more your people die, the fewer my people will die." ”

Fan Shanhe was slightly stunned, thought for a moment, and said, "Reasonable." ”

But he changed his words, "But I still want to talk about my reasoning," he looked at Yun Mo and said, "The Shiwei Realm and the Demon Domain are going to go to war, and even the other two evil lands will be involved, and then the people of the entire Shiwei Realm will die, and the big war is coming, we must have a stable rear, otherwise, more people will die." If the Kendo Sect is willing to give up resistance, you hand over the Heart of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox and relinquish control of the Demon Sealing Sword Array, and the Kendo Sect will no longer be able to die a single soldier. ”

Yun Mo shook his head.

Fan Shanhe said, "I can swear by my sword path and the thousand-year-old reputation of the Holy Sword Gate. ”

Yun Mo still shook his head, "The master of the mortal sect is like a sword in his hand, he can be called a gentleman in the sword, in the saying that it is a spit and a nail, I naturally can trust the words of the master of the mortal sect." ”

Fan Shanhe asked, "Then why don't you agree?"

Yun Mo showed a sneering expression for the first time, "Because you were wrong." ”