A generation of sword saints has fallen.

The cultivators of the Shiwei Realm and the Demon Realm who were caught in the battlefield all stopped fighting.

Hangu Pass, which has hundreds of thousands of people, is silent.

The last sword in Fan Shanhe's life, the pinnacle sword that used the power of the origin, brought about the destructive power that made everyone lose the ability to think for a short time.

Nie Qianrou fell to her knees, and the disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, the inner and outer disciples, Keqing, who had stopped the charge, all fell to their knees.

There are less than 10,000 people left in the Holy Sword Gate, but those who can survive the previous battles are all the elites of the elites.

Ten thousand people knelt on the ground, ten thousand swords were inserted on the ground, the wind blew the dust and sand, brushed the kneeling figure of nearly ten thousand sword cultivators, and brushed the iron sword stuck on the ground like a tombstone.

The ground is densely packed with swords, like a sword forest, like a sword mound in the mountain behind the Holy Sword Gate.

"Congratulations to the doorkeeper. The three disciples of the inner sect of the Holy Sword Sect said in a deep voice.

"Congratulations to the door master!"

"Congratulations to the door master!"

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Nearly 10,000 people shouted in unison, and the voice came out of Hangu Pass, came to the sky, broke through the clouds, and went straight to the nine heavens.

Nie Qianrou's face was almost touching the ground, sobbing constantly, and her voice trembled: "Gong, Gong...... Woohoo......"

Sulflake Ji's eyes were extremely cold, her delicate face was even a little distorted, and she made a complicated trick with both hands, not knowing what she was doing

"Shanhe, I won't let you leave me. ”

At this moment, a dense scream suddenly sounded from all directions, and hundreds of thousands of people recovered from the shock brought by the last supreme sword of Fan Shanhe, raised their heads, and immediately felt a burst of horror.

I saw that above the blue sky, countless swords cultivated and fell, covering the sky and the sun.

Qing Xuan was slightly stunned, and his body retreated.

The sword cultivators who can fly with the sword are at least in the calamity period, even if it is the holy sword gate of the sword path holy land, there are no more than three thousand sword cultivators in the calamity period, and at this moment, there are at least seven or eight thousand sword cultivators in the calamity period who come from these imperial swords, and even among those figures, there are five terrifying breaths, which are the spiritual power fluctuations unique to the power of the Spirit Void Realm.

And in the distance, there are countless sword cultivators who are either riding horses or driving spirit beasts or running on their feet, rushing towards Hangu Pass.

Le You's figure swept and appeared beside Azule, looking at Jian Xiu who suddenly appeared out of nowhere with a solemn expression.

There are as many as 50,000 or 60,000.

A burly man slammed to the ground, blasting a big hole on the ground, this big man was nine feet tall, his whole body muscles were up, he was carrying a giant sword more than one person high, looking around left and right, and his voice was like a tiger roaring and a lion roaring: "Lao Fan, where the hell are you dead?!" Are you afraid that Lao Tzu Kuixiong will come to rub your wine and drink, and hide it?!"

When Fan Shanhe traveled all over the day, he got acquainted with this sword cultivator called Kui Xiong in Fengyang City, the two talked about kendo while drinking, three days later, three thousand six hundred moves outside Fengyang City, and then every three years, Kui Xiong went to the Holy Sword Gate to find Fan Shanhe to learn swordsmanship, at the beginning there were still winners and losers, but gradually later, Kui Xiong lost more and won less, and in the end, never won Fan Shanhe again, Rao is so, and no one dares to despise this burly sword cultivator.

Another thin old man was in the sword, and when he passed by Yun Mo, he felt the surging sword intent in the old man's body, and Yun Mo was stunned for a moment.

The old man's beard was white, especially the silver beard, which had touched his chest. When the old man came to the place where Fan Shanhe was standing before, he sighed slowly and said, "After all, it's still a step too late." As he spoke, he was chewing something in his mouth, and there was a clattering sound of metal colliding.

As he spoke, he spit out a small lump of refined steel, smashed a pit on the ground, and said dissatisfiedly: "Fan Shanhe, you kid, die, die, why did you still lose the Qinghong sword, this is one of the top ten famous swords in the micro world, the old man has eaten four, and the most coveted the Qinghong in your hand, the old man taught you three swordsmanship back then, it seems that you can't get back to the original, it's a pity." ”

The long-bearded old man was speechless, and those sword cultivators, as if they remembered something terrible, took a step back.

The old man took out a sword out of nowhere, but it was the thirteenth-ranked fish intestine sword in the Shiwei realm, holding the hilt of the sword, he put the famous sword that disappeared more than ten years ago to his mouth, took a bite, clicked and chewed in his mouth, and swallowed it with a grunt.

This old man who used the sword as a cook was surnamed Bo Zhongshu, and he was already famous five hundred years ago, but the classics record that he disappeared without a trace.

Another handsome man with the appearance of a boy and a girl floated to the ground, carrying a long and narrow sword box on his back, and said to Bo Zhongshu, "Everyone is dead, and the old-timers should not be demanding." ”

The old man who ate the sword turned around, his eyes directly skimmed over the young man who had reached the late stage of the Spirit Void Realm, and landed directly on the narrow sword box, his eyes flashed with a faint essence, and he didn't see how he moved, but he saw that the sword box behind the young man made a trembling sound, as if there was a living thing about to break out of the box.

The handsome young man who couldn't distinguish between men and women took a step back, and said helplessly: "These twelve flying swords, I have been raising them with essence blood for a full sixty years, **** is not embellished, seniors don't have the idea of fighting them." ”

The old man who ate the sword snorted, "Stingy." ”

Although the appearance of these two people attracted the attention of Yun Mo and other high-level officials, the large-scale attacks continued.

There are constantly sword repairs.

Every time the sword cultivator fell, Nangong Boyan's brows furrowed even deeper.

There are three thousand avenues, although there are various methods used by cultivators who have attained the great avenues in history, but the biggest path recognized by the cultivation world is still the way of the sword, and the strongest is also the way of the sword.

There are millions of cultivators in the Shiwei Realm, and there are more than 100,000 sword cultivators according to statistics.

The old man who ate the sword, Bo Zhongshu, threw the hilt of the sword on the ground at will, clapped his hands, and slowly walked to Yun Mo's side.

The burly sword cultivator Kuixiong bent down, grabbed a puff of bloody red soil from the ground and put it in his arms, then turned around and came to Yun Mo's side.

The handsome sword cultivator of the boy and woman smiled slightly, and with a smile on the posture of the city and the country, Shi Shiran came to the side of the sword-eating old man Bo Zhongshu.

The three disciples of the inner sect of the Kendo Sect stood up and walked slowly.

Ah Zhe's figure swept and landed beside the burly sword Xiu Kuixiong, holding the Tibetan Blade Sword in his hand.

A disciple of the Holy Sword Sect, Ke Qing, stood up, held the long sword, and came to Yun Mo's side.

Tens of thousands of Kendo Sect disciples came to Yun Mo's side.

Tens of thousands of sword cultivators who had traveled thousands of miles came to Yun Mo's side.

Behind Yun Mo, 100,000 sword cultivators converged like a sea.

More than 200,000 demon cultivators are like facing a great enemy.

Yun Mo slowly closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, and said softly: "Three years ago, Kendo held a martial arts meeting, at which a wisp of remnant soul of Tai'a, the master of the Tai'a Sword, said a sentence, 'One inch of mountains and rivers and one inch of blood, one hundred thousand swords and one hundred thousand soldiers', until later, I didn't know that in fact, Tai'a was just paraphrasing, and the first person to say this was not Tai'a, but Fan Shanhe, the master of the Holy Sword Gate. ”

"Where there are mountains and rivers in the names of the predecessors, there are also mountains and rivers in their hearts. ”

Yun Mo muttered in a low voice, as if he was reminiscing about the past, as if he was remembering, "He has mountains and rivers in his chest, and he has the Shiwei Realm in his heart, and he has millions of cultivators and tens of millions of people in the Shiwei Realm, for this land, for the people of this land, his body is dead, but I don't think that although he is dead, his pursuit of the sword and his love for the Shiwei Realm are still there, in the heart of my sword cultivators, in the sword in the hands of my sword cultivators." ”

"I, Yunmo, am willing to inherit the will of Fanshan and He and protect the land of the Micro Realm. ”

"And I'm Kuixiong of Fengyang City!" Kuixiong, the burly man, stepped forward.

"Count the old man Bo Zhongshu one!" Bo Zhongshu stepped forward.

"There's my Kendo Sect Azhe!"

"There is my third-line gorge Murong Qingfeng!"

"There is my Holy Sword Sect Su Qingyang!"

"There's me!"

"There's me!"

"And me!"

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100,000 sword cultivators, no one retreated.

Yun Mo raised his head, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, didn't know where the focus of his eyes was, and muttered in a low voice, "Sword come." ”

Thousands of miles away in a mountain stream, a figure in the stream lightly, the whole mountain stream suddenly exploded, after the person swept out of the distance of dozens of zhang, did not flee as in the usual hurry, but turned around, looked at the black sword that chased him like a defeated dog, and frowned.

The black sword jerked to a halt, then swerved sharply.

A sword crossed thousands of miles, broke through the sky and arrived at Hangu Pass.

Poof, muffled, reads();.

Nangong Boyan suddenly had an extra blood hole in his chest.

Three years ago, when Yun Mo killed Nangong Boyan's beloved general Qiu Shan in the Wuji Demon Palace and fought the Demon King Palace alone, this Nangong Boyan, who was famous for protecting calves, did not hesitate to forcibly improve his realm, and handed Yun Mo a sword in the Hangu Pass military array, tens of thousands of miles away.

That sword, the old man surnamed Di who was following the King of Wannu failed to stop it, although it failed to hurt Yun Mo in the end, it caused a lot of trouble to Yun Mo at that time.

And now, Yun Mo returned him with a sword.

Nangong Hirohiko, who couldn't react at all, lowered his head and looked at the bloody hole in his chest in horror.

This famous general who operated on the southwest border of the Demon Domain like an iron bucket died.

The black giant sword body that easily killed Nangong Boyan was not stained with the slightest trace of blood.

The black giant returned to Yun Mo's hands, and Yun Mo faintly looked at Leyou who was standing beside Azule.

"Here comes the sword!"

Yun Mo snorted softly, and the swords of those Holy Sword Sect Sword Cultivators who had died in battle began to slowly rise into the air as if they were being pulled by countless qi machines, and the tips of the swords were aimed at more than 200,000 Demon Cultivators.

More than 20,000 flying swords, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

The old man who ate the sword grinned, "No wonder that kid Fan Shanhe wants to put a heavy bet on you, the old man heard how he praised you, but he didn't believe it, and now it seems that you guys do have some ability." ”

More than 20,000 flying swords emitted a buzzing sword sound.

The handsome sword cultivator Murong Qingfeng of the boy and woman was slightly stunned, and the twelve flying swords in the sword box on his back trembled.

Not only that, whether it was the sword cultivator of the Holy Sword Sect, the sword cultivator of the Sword Dao Sect and the tens of thousands of sword cultivators who rushed over, or even the sword-wielding people of the Demon Domain, the sword in his hand began to tremble uncontrollably.

Leyou held the iron sword in his hand that was never unsheathed, and the green tendons on the back of his hand rose.

Above the Nine Heavens, a majestic qi luck suddenly fell and smashed into Yun Mo's body.

Yun Mo's white clothes were windless and automatic, and the hunting sounded.

The strength of this luck has reached the level of exaggeration that can be seen by the naked eye.

Feeling that familiar but somewhat unfamiliar feeling, the snowflake palace lord who couldn't cry suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction where the qi machine came from, not the man who was already dead, but the back of Yun Mo, who was fluttering in white.

Nie Qianrou, who had already fainted, her fingers trembled slightly.

The sword-eating old man Bo Zhongshu, who was pushed back by that majestic luck, widened his eyes, and then said in surprise and joy, "You kid, the old man really underestimated you!"

After saying this, he actually bowed slightly to Yun Mo for the first time.

After the death of Fan Shanhe, the master of the Holy Sword Sect, Yun Mo, who had gathered the mastery of the Sword Dao of the Micro Realm, took a step forward.

The more than 100,000 swords present suddenly rang out in unison, and the tip of the sword tilted slightly towards Yun Mo, as if bowing their heads in worship.

Leyou burst out with a loud shout, and the qi in his whole body skyrocketed, turning into a frightened rainbow and shooting towards Yun Moreads();.

During the rush, the number one powerhouse in the Demon Domain finally began to draw his sword.

Three years ago, in the Wuji Demon Palace, Leyou used the sword intent sword qi Jian Gang, which had been cultivated for thirty years, to open the gate of heaven with a sword.

Since then, the sealed sword has been in the sheath.

Today, this iron sword, which once opened the gates of heaven, is unsheathed again.

As soon as the iron sword left the scabbard, a majestic sword intent surged out, and for a while, Hangu Guan Gangfeng was in a hurry.

Every inch of the iron sword out of the sheath, there will be an extra majestic and pure sword intent, one after another, layer upon layer, layer upon layer, like a river rushing, like a raging wave.

Just this demon cultivator who had already broken through the barrier of life and death more than thirty years ago, the iron sword in his hand was finally more than half unsheathed, and the qi in his body stretched like a river, wanton and wanton.

When he was still a hundred zhang away from Yun Mo, the iron sword was already half unsheathed, and above the sky, there was a sudden surge of wind and clouds.

When Leyou was still thirty zhang away from Yun Mo, only the tip of the iron sword in his hand was still in the scabbard, and the majestic sword intent that had been stored for three years had already been released at this time.

The sword in the hand of the 100,000 sword cultivators in Hangu Guan trembled, and there were even faint signs of coming out of the sheath, not only that, but even the more than 20,000 flying swords behind Yun Mo began to tremble rapidly and stagger.

The ordinary but unparalleled iron sword is finally unsheathed.

The sword-eating old man Bo Zhongshu raised his eyebrows, and his whole body was swaying.

The strong man, Kuixiong, who was two or three times more burly and strong than ordinary physical cultivation, held the hilt of the giant sword with his backhand.

Murong Qingfeng, a handsome young man with a male and female appearance, picked up the sword box, pulled out the lid of the box, and gently brushed his right hand on the twelve small flying swords of different shapes, and the twelve flying swords flew out of the sword box as if they had woken up from a deep sleep at the same time.

One hundred thousand sword cultivators were all shocked by the terrifying power of Leyou's sword, and no one noticed that a person wrapped in a black robe walked through the crowd and slowly approached Yun Mo.

Liu Laoliu, who said goodbye to Nie Qianrou, used his whole body's spiritual power to fly with his sword, this kind of excitement, this kind of big scene, how could he be missing him Liu Laoliu?!

At the same time, another person quietly swept towards Yun Mo at the forefront.

Suddenly there was a wind, Liu Laoliu sneezed inexplicably, and scolded, "On this hot day, why is there such a cold wind?"

The old man scolded and scolded, used his spiritual power, and flew forward, seeing that he was behind Yun Mo, and was about to see how the adults broke the majestic sword of Leyou, when he suddenly saw a man in black appear behind Yun Mo, and in the black robe, five cold lights flashed, piercing Yun Mo's heart.

In the face of Leyou, which is not inferior to the sword that opened the gate of heaven three years ago, Rao is Yun Mo, who took over the position of Fan Shanhe and was named the sword saint in one step, did not dare to underestimate the enemy, his spirit and spirit were all concentrated on this sword.

The black giant in his hand stabbed forward violently, and the more than 20,000 flying swords behind him almost broke through the limitations of time and space, and suddenly appeared in front of Le You, crashing towards the layers of sword intent.

One sword out, ten thousand swords.

Leyou's sword intent and sword qi were constantly suppressed.