The Warcraft Mountain Range runs through the north and south, dividing the Shiwei Realm and the Demon Realm into two. After the Great War of Gods and Demons, there was a huge defensive barrier arranged by the Demon Slayer Immortals in the Upper Realm, and this Demon Beast Mountain Range was the most magnificent part of the barrier.

There are peaks of the snowflake holy land in the northwest, among which the Holy Maiden Peak is the most precipitous, and the same, correspondingly, there is the Warcraft Mountain Range in the southeast, which is south and north, called the North Saintess South Warcraft, which shows the steepness and magnificence of the Warcraft Mountain Range.

And at this moment, from above the nine heavens, there was a sudden roaring sound, like rolling thunder, and it seemed that an immortal drove a huge carriage above the clouds.

The sound oscillated back and forth between the steep mountains and the low-hanging dark clouds, creating a wave of boredom in the chest.

Hundreds of thousands of people in front of Hangu Pass all raised their heads, either puzzled or looked at the sky in amazement.

The next moment, I saw the dark clouds in the sky suddenly stir uneasily.

A huge dragon sucks up water and descends from the sky.

The suffocating thick dark clouds were stirred up like a river rushing at the moment, full of violent feelings.

There was a roar of swords.

I saw that the huge dragon was absorbing water, and suddenly a giant sword flew out.

When the Death Holy Land besieged the Kendo Sect, the Wind Lord had demolished the iron gate of the Imperial City and made it into a giant sword, even if it was a body refining cultivator, it was difficult to move, but the giant sword made of door panels compared to this sword was like the difference between chopsticks and a towering tree.

The size of this sword is beyond everyone's understanding.

But those who have been to the Holy Sword Gate are no strangers to this sword.

Because of this sword, for thousands of years, it was in front of the mountain gate of the Holy Sword Gate.

Shen Jin Zhenren, the ancestor of the founding sect of the Holy Sword Gate, after repelling the attacks of the rest of the Holy Land, melted all the iron tools into this huge iron sword with a sword length of more than 30 zhang, and inserted it in front of the mountain gate of the Holy Sword Gate, shocking the world.

This sword is the largest and heaviest sword in the world, and perhaps the heaviest in the entire world.

The name of the sword is set by the storm.

The heavy sword has no edge, but the oppressive feeling brought by this giant sword alone makes those who see it breathless.

It was already a miracle to be able to forge such a large sword, let alone be able to make it fly.

The giant sword instantly came to the sky above Yun Mo's head.

Even Fan Shanhe, the master of the Holy Sword Sect, couldn't help but feel in a trance after seeing this scene.

Shen Jin Zhenren, the founder of the mountain, left this sword and told his disciples that in the future, someone who was destined to take this sword away, and he should not stop it when the time comes.

This ancestral precept, although it has been disliked by countless Holy Sword Sect sword cultivators, has been passed down from generation to generation.

Thousands of years have passed, this sword has been inserted in front of the mountain gate of the Holy Sword Gate like a Dinghai Divine Needle, and has even become one of the three wonders of the Holy Sword Gate.

No one ever thought about who would take this sword and who would have the ability to take it away.

And for thousands of years, Nie Qianrou, who has been recognized as the most promising to inherit the mantle of Shen Jinzhen, is far from having this ability.

Fan Shanhe looked at Yun Mo beside him, his eyes were complicated.

"No wonder you won't borrow my sword. Fan Shanhe muttered.

His Qinghong Sword, although it was only ranked third among the top ten famous swords in the Shiwei Realm, but because the famous sword ranked first was nowhere to be found, and the sword ranked second became the scenery of the Holy Sword Gate, it was the Qinghong Sword in his hand that was the most famous.

Yun Mo didn't borrow his Qinghong Sword, not because he looked down on him, but because he had a better choice.

This "fixing the storm" is more suitable for use on this battlefield.

The giant sword, which weighed 10,000 catties, rubbed violently against the air, emitting bursts of piercing winds, which accelerated faster and faster under gravity, so that the heat generated by friction with the air burned the surface of the sword body red.

The flaming giant sword came to the top of Yun Mo's head in the blink of an eye.

Yun Mo pointed forward with two fingers.

In everyone's astonished sight, the burning giant sword, at a strange angle that should never have appeared, suddenly reversed direction, from vertical downward to straight out.

Walk through the valley, through the toppled third barrier, and crash into the second barrier.

At this moment, the Demon King Palace Master Hong Zhan was chased by Yun Mo's black giant and fled in all directions like a lost dog, and the Qing family master was pushed by Yun Mo and crashed into the ruins, who would stop this giant sword?

Who can stop this greatsword!

This giant sword came from the Holy Sword Gate and flew tens of thousands of miles away to come here.

It is the time when the sword qi is the strongest, the sword intent is the strongest, and the sword edge is the sharpest.

How to block!

No one shot.

On top of the first layer of barriers, next to the magnificent giant chariot, stood a middle-aged man with a mediocre appearance, carrying an ordinary iron sword.

On the giant chariot, there is the exclusive magic emblem of the high priest, which is naturally the chariot of the high priest, and it is also the most noble place in the demon domain.

In the middle of the chariot, a crisp children's voice came, "Do you have to wait?"

The middle-aged man said slowly, "It's not time for me to make a move. ”

After a brief silence in the chariot, the ten-year-old boy, who was actually the commander of the hundreds of thousands of demon cultivation alliances, said softly, "Master once told me before he died that during the big war, it would be best to have fewer deaths. ”

The middle-aged man who was like a down-and-out swordsman was slightly stunned, thinking about the dead uncle when he first saw Azule in that small village, the baby who had just been born, silently looked at the dozens of corpses, and then thought about the words of the ten-year-old high priest Azule just now, and couldn't help but sigh slightly in the depths of his heart, the seven years of teaching of the master and uncle still worked after all.

If that prophecy really came true, if the ten-year-old boy sitting in the chariot was really the one who should be doomed, then when the apocalypse came, maybe there would be something different, right?

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but he stopped talking.

In the chariot, a mysterious and long sound sounded.

Above the nine heavens, a sound also sounded at the same time.

Of the hundreds of thousands of people present, none of them could understand the meaning of the voice, except for Azule, who was sitting in the chariot.

Because that's the language of the dragon.

It was a dragon's roar.

In the sky above the Demon Beast Mountain Range, the heavy dark clouds that were stirred by the giant sword like waves rolling suddenly all came to a standstill.

It was as if it had frozen.

People were horrified to find that there was a faint layer of frost on the surface of those dark clouds.

It is these frosts that freeze the rolling dark clouds.

How terrible does it take to freeze the clouds?

At this moment, a huge shadow broke through the thick dark clouds and fell rapidly.

Frost Dragon.

The huge wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun, and the air touched its wings, instantly freezing into ice crystals, forming white frost gas, hanging on the wings, like countless white ribbons fluttering in the wind.

The tip of the flaming giant sword had already slammed into the second layer of barriers.

The protective demonic rune array created by thousands of demonic rune cultivators in the Demon Domain who were reluctant to remember the cost day and night was instantly torn out of a huge gap.

The sword body is ten feet into the barrier.

Destroying.

Even if it was hit by the full force of the Spirit Void Realm powerhouse, the solid barrier that would be safe and sound was crumbling.