Immediately afterwards, among the two peaks of the Sword Dao Sect, two figures swept over. "Le" Wen "Xiao" said|

Two people, two swords.

Somnimalist Demon Venerable and Yun Mo.

And above the Sword Dao Sect, a middle-aged man stepped on the void and stood in front of the fallen pillar of sword intent. Stabilized the Demon Sealing Sword Array that was about to collapse.

This man has never been seen by anyone.

But his aura is like a weak man with no magic power, and it is like a profound strong man.

Snow Flower Palace Master: "Who is he and why does he give me a breath of vicissitudes." ”

The nine-tailed demon fox raised its head suddenly, and there was a trace of doubt in its blood-red eyes, but the next moment, it was replaced by infinite anger and hatred.

"It's you. There was some complexity in the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox's voice.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was surprised, who was the middle-aged man known by the nine-tailed demon fox?

The nine-tailed demon fox's eyes were cold, it was that man who took its heart eight thousand years ago and sealed it in the Demon Sealing Sword Array.

Eight thousand years have passed, and he is still alive!

The four elders of the Sword Dao Sect were thrown to the ground, and the nine-tailed demon fox roared angrily: "Futu, you are not dead yet!"

All the onlookers raised their heads in amazement and looked at the ethereal man.

Floating Tu?

Who is Futu?

And who is that man?

The Snow Flower Palace Master's eyes moved: "Futu, that's not the amazing and brilliant sect master of the Sword Dao Sect......"

A huge crater appeared under the nine-tailed demon fox, and with the power of this shock, it turned into a rainbow and rose from the ground.

Yun Mo and Dream Crystal Demon Venerable passed by, as if they had a soul in their hearts, and the two swords staggered and flew towards the other side.

The biggest enemy now is the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, but the target of these two flying swords is not in the sky.

Yun Mo's black giant flew towards the Snow Flower Palace Lord who had not yet come back to his senses.

The sword of the Dream Crystal Demon Venerable flew towards an autumn wind in the east, and the majestic sword intent forced the wind lord in the autumn wind to show his form.

People were stunned by the succession of events before their eyes.

What's going on?

The Five Great Holy Lands unexpectedly attacked the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox regardless of life and death, but the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox put down the four Supreme Elders of the Sword Dao Sect at the most critical time, and went mad to hunt down and kill the man who appeared out of thin air, as if he had a deep vendetta against him.

And they were supposed to join forces to deal with the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox Yun Mo and Dream Crystal Demon Venerable, but they actually pointed their swords at the Snow Flower Palace Lord and the Wind Lord.

The Five Great Holy Lands have already shown their sincerity with their actual actions and even their lives, shouldn't the Kendo Sect unite the Five Great Holy Lands to deal with the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox now?

Could it be that both of them have lost their minds and gone crazy?

The cultivators' heads sped up, but after thinking about it, they couldn't think of a reasonable explanation.

Except for the Yu Chi Long Elephant.

Because of the excitement, the whole body of this famous general of the Kinetic Micro Realm and the Demon Domain ten years ago couldn't help but tremble.

Years of commanding have made him accustomed to looking at problems from the big picture.

The cause of all the changes was in the man who suddenly appeared.

Yun Mo and Dream Crystal Demon Venerable aimed their swords at the Snow Flower Palace Lord and the Wind Lord, instead of uniting the two top powerhouses to deal with the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, the only explanation was that they had already thought of a way to deal with the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox.

And according to Yu Chi Longxiang's understanding, unless Yun Mo used the power of the Origin, he would never be able to fight the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox.

The only possibility is the man who was called Futu by the nine-tailed demon fox.

The main body of the Flame Spirit Gate Huo Yanyan died, the Confucian saint of the Confucian Dao Zungong was seriously injured and fled in a hurry, the life and death of the master of the Holy Sword Gate were unknown, and the top combat power of the five holy lands was only the Snow Flower Palace Lord and the Wind Lord.

Once these two people are killed......

Among the powerhouses of the same level in the five holy lands, there is only one Confucian saint left who has a damaged Dao heart and will definitely drop in strength.

When the time comes, with Yun Mo and Dream Crystal Demon Venerable joining forces, won't the Five Holy Lands be able to replace them?

However, Yun Mo and Dream Crystal Demon Venerable didn't have such a mind as Yu Chi Longxiang, and the reason why they would make a bold move against the Snow Flower Palace Lord and the Wind Lord was just that they didn't want these two people to ruin the big matter of sealing the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox.

Others didn't know who Futu was, but the four Supreme Elders of the Sword Dao Sect knew, and the disciples of the Sword Dao Sect also knew.

In the center of the kendo sect ancestral hall, a portrait of this man is enshrined.

Futu, the ancestor of the founding sect of the Kendo Sect.

After being stunned for a short time, the people of the Kendo Sect bowed down like a tide.

"Master Zu!" the shouts of the mountains and tsunamis echoed in the sky above the Kendo Sect, and some of the old people in the sect even shed tears.

Futu looked around, looked at these unfamiliar disciples of the Kendo Sect, and then looked at the Kendo Sect that was already a human being, and had mixed feelings.

He had a lot of words in his heart, saying to these disciples of the Sword Dao Sect, to the Shiwei Realm, and to this world, but it was too late.

The huge pillar of sword intent collapsed with a bang.

In the end, he only said one sentence: "I am Futu." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a mighty sword intent emanated from his body, and all of it was submerged into the collapsed pillar of sword intent.

There is a storm and clouds.

The huge pillar of sword intent suddenly collapsed and analyzed, turning into a sword that Wu Cheng stepped forward and quietly suspended in the sky above the Sword Dao Sect.

In the ice coffin, the eyebrows of the Holy Sword Sect Master moved.

In a small village in the southwest of the Kendo Sect, there are two seven or eight-year-old children under the crooked neck tree at the entrance of the village, one is called Zhang San, holding a wooden sword in his hand, and the other is called Li Si, holding a bamboo sword in his hand, humming and beating Zhenghuan, but the two swords suddenly broke free from their hands, turned into two streamers and flew towards the sky. The two children were stunned for a moment, Zhang Sanyi sat on the ground and cried, while Li Si waved his arms and ran back to the village, shouting excitedly as he ran, "I can fly a sword, I can fly a sword!"

At the foot of the main peak of the Holy Sword Gate, several disciples of the outer sect of the Holy Sword Gate who were guarding the mountain gate were chatting about the matter of this martial arts meeting, arguing about how many moves Senior Brother Himeno had to use to defeat Su Bancheng, but in the next moment, these disciples of the outer sect of the Holy Sword Gate all closed their mouths, because the swords on their waists were constantly trembling.

A disciple held the hilt of the sword in horror, but the saber suddenly came out of its sheath and dragged him into the air.

When he looked at the Dao Sword that was screaming and flying away again, his eyes widened like all his senior brothers.

On the main peak of the Holy Sword Gate and the remaining more than ten peaks, hundreds of swords broke through the sky and roared away.

At the same moment, in Vermilion Bird City in the Shiwei Realm, more than 2,000 swords broke through the air.

Whether it was a remote village or a bustling town, whether it was a child who couldn't practice yet, or a powerful sword cultivator, the swords in the hands of these people flew out uncontrollably.

The same situation occurs in the mountains and rivers of the world of micro-existence.

In a deep mountain and old forest in the northwest, there is a mountain wind blowing, the sound of the waves is gusting, and on the top of the ancient pine, an old man with a gray beard sits cross-legged.

The old man, who was already a spiritual void power, looked down at the constantly trembling Dao sword on his knees, stretched out his thin hand, gently rubbed it on the scabbard, and muttered: "Old man, go if you want, don't worry about me." ”

A sword was unsheathed, and the long sword circled around the old man twice, and it seemed to be very reluctant.

The old man waved his hand: "Let's go, it can be regarded as my contribution to the micro world." ”

Only then did the long sword turn into a flowing rainbow and swept towards the direction of the Kendo Sect.

The old man, whose name was unknown and would not be remembered after all, slowly closed his eyes and listened to the pine waves.

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