After passing through the crowd, the speed of Fanshan River did not decrease at all, and it crashed into the corner of the valley ten miles away, and with a loud bang, the steep canyon hundreds of zhang high exploded, and countless boulders fell, blocking the Linchuan Valley.

Shock, fear, disbelief, these emotions appeared in the heads of all the Sword Cultivators of the Holy Sword Sect.

Since the master of the door has been defeated? Defeated so completely, there is no way to fight back?!

How is this possible?!

The sword cultivators looked at Yun Mo again, their eyes filled with fear from the depths of their souls.

These Holy Sword Sect Sword Cultivators, who came with complicated thoughts, suddenly felt that the rain on their bodies seemed to be too cold.

And at this moment, Yun Mo suddenly raised his right foot, and then stepped on it heavily.

The black cowhide boots stepped on the muddy spring grass, splashing the rain, splashing the mud, and splashing the grass clippings that had been cut by countless sword intents.

Behind him, the hundreds of swords that were stuck diagonally on the ground slowly detached from the ground and floated behind him with his stomp.

Then they met head to end and flew towards the Linchuan Valley in front of them.

Fan Shanhe himself is the person who cultivates to the highest level in the Four Holy Lands, and after comprehending a trace of the power of the source, he is the person who is the most threatening except for the nine-tailed demon fox, Yun Mo does not hesitate to consume nearly half of the power in the heart of the nine-tailed demon fox, and also swings the thousand swords, in order to be able to get rid of the great trouble of Fan Shanhe in the first time.

Nie Qianrou snorted, walked through the heavy rain curtain, and stopped in front of the flying sword.

The broken sword from the Upper Realm in his hand suddenly stabbed forward.

Nie Qianrou is the next heir of the Holy Sword Gate, and her sword talent is extremely high, even Fan Shanhe, who is her master, sighs to herself, and even learned the Shen Jin swordsmanship of Shen Jin Zhenren, the originator of the Holy Sword Gate.

In the past two years, she has practiced the Shenjin Sword Technique to the third form.

At this moment, where can you hide your clumsiness?

A sword stabbed out, but there were three completely different layers of sword intent superimposed on each other.

The first layer is fierce and fierce like a waterfall falling for nine days, the second layer is surging like a river, and the third layer is as vast as the ocean.

It is the third form of the Shenjin sword technique, the three stacked waves.

However, even the three stacks of waves that made Fan Shanhe full of praise were pierced layer by layer after resisting more than ten flying swords.

The majestic qi machine exploded, and Nie Qianrou spurted out a mouthful of blood mixed with minced flesh and flew out.

The remaining hundreds of flying swords, still linked to each other, flew forward.

The huge majority of the Holy Sword Sect disciples who were still alive in the field had time to react, but there were also many sword cultivators with advanced cultivation who jumped out of the crowd and blocked the line of hundreds of swords.

But what made them desperate was that these swords, without hindrance, passed through their bodies and instantly crashed into the ruins ten miles away.

Every time the sword strikes, there is a deafening explosion.

The whole valley shook in the explosion.

All the mountains and rivers have never been able to get out of the ruins.

And Yun Mo took a slow breath, clenched the black giant in his hand, and began to write and run forward.

It's a completely undying and absolute posture.

At this moment, who else can stop him? Who else can save Fanshan River?!

In the hearts of all the Sword Sect Sword Cultivators, despair was born.

Nie Qianrou, whose internal organs were ruptured and covered in blood, propped up her body from the mud and crawled forward with difficulty, the rain hit her body mercilessly, but it never washed away the blood gushing out of the wound.

However, at this moment, in the northeast direction, a light lit up, and then quickly extinguished.

Yun Mo frowned as he ran.

The next moment, thirty miles south of the West Peak, another bright light flashed away.

Yun Mo stopped.

Almost at the same moment, in all directions of the Kendo Sect, hundreds of bright lights suddenly rose and disappeared.

Yun Mo's indifferent expression was completely replaced by shock.

No longer caring whether the mountains and rivers were dead or alive, he bent his knees slightly, and then rose from the ground, and instantly came to the sky, looking at the places where the light flashed away.

Those bright lights were nothing else, but sword lights.

Those sword lights were generated when Futu recast the Demon Sealing Sword Array two years ago, and they were extinguished at this moment.

In the heart of the nine-tailed demon fox, the remaining half of the power of the Demon Sealing Sword Array was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Demon Sealing Sword Array has its own system, it can absorb spiritual power from heaven and earth, and there is only one reason for such a rapid energy flow, and that is that there is something wrong with the Demon Sealing Sword Array itself.

Yun Mo's face was extremely solemn and he looked southwest.

Passing through the towering main peak of the Sword Dao Sect and crossing the surging Guangling River in the south, that divine sense came to the tree on the slope of a small hill a hundred miles away.

A little girl in red clothes, red shoes and red hair sat on a tree branch, shaking her feet, and three blood-red fox tails swayed happily back and forth behind her.

The nine-tailed demon fox suddenly grinned, "I didn't expect it to be quite fast." ”

Kendo Sect Master Peak, Elder's Pavilion.

The sky was gloomy, the door of the Elder Pavilion was closed, and only a few white candles were lit in the pavilion, and the candlelight the size of beans could only illuminate a small area around it, and the huge Elder Pavilion was a little gloomy.

It was not only the light that was dark, but also the faces of the elders.

Great Elder Jian Wushuang sat in the first place, leaning his neck up, his head leaning weakly on the back of the chair, looking at the dark roof with an expressionless face.

There was no life in his eyes, there was no blood on his face, and if it weren't for the chest that was still slightly undulating, he would probably be no different from a dead man.

The elders all looked at him, not knowing how long the Great Elder would sit like this, things had developed to the current situation, where was there any room to turn back?

Now the disciples of the Sword Dao Sect and the new army of the Dragon Elephant are all waiting in various strongholds, waiting for the moment when the Demon Sealing Sword Formation is broken, so the most lively Sword Dao Sect Sect Peak on weekdays is extremely quiet today.

The heavy rain knocked on the glazed tiles of the attic, making a crackling sound, but this sound, to the ears of the elders, was like a rush.

Uneasiness, fear, creeped through the hearts of the elders.

There were even many elders who began to regret it in their hearts, because the thing they did was too big, if they were wrong, not only would they be able to escape death, but the entire Kendo Sect would disappear from the history of the Shiwei Realm.

But things have come to the point where they are now, everything has been done, what's the use of regretting?

Jian Wushuang moved suddenly, perhaps because he had been in this position for too long, he sat up straight with great difficulty, and there was a clattering sound of bones hitting his body, and the chair under him also made an uncomfortable creaking sound.

For some reason, the Great Elder who was in charge of the Sword Dao Sect Elder Council had a stiff back, and the wrinkles on his face were much more obvious, and the most conspicuous thing was that his originally pitch-black hair was already half white.

Old age.

Jian Wushuang looked at the dozens of elders standing in front of him, and finally spoke, and said in a hoarse voice, "What, scared?" ”

The only thing that answered him was the sound of the wind howling like a ghost outside the pavilion.

Jian Wushuang smiled, this smile looked a little weird, a little crazy, and said, "If you are afraid of death, it is normal, after all, everyone is afraid of death, but what you should be afraid of is the future of my Kendo Sect!" Eight thousand years! He coughed violently, "Eight thousand years! My Kendo Sect has lasted for 8,000 years, and it must not be lost in our hands! ”

Dozens of Sword Dao Sect elders lowered their heads as if they were on their backs, not daring to look at Jian Wushuang's eyes.

Jian Wushuang stood up with the armrest of his chair and said, "Ling Yun has the Heavenly Extreme Ghost Eye, and he has mastered the Heavenly Arithmetic Technique, everything is already in his budget, he has seen the army of the Four Holy Lands pressing the realm, he has seen the main force of the sect pressing the crowd, he has seen the nine-tailed demon fox sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, and he has seen the ......."

The Great Elder, who had aged more than ten years in a year, sat back in his chair slumped, gasped, and said, "This is all fate, my Sword Dao Sect is here, if we want the Sword Dao Sect to continue, we have to do this!" ”

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A black figure rushed in with the wind and rain, and landed in front of Jian Wushuang's body, and everyone looked over.

The black figure nodded.

The elders' hanging hearts finally fell back into their stomachs, but at the same time, it seemed that something was blocked in their throats.

Great Elder Jian Wushuang slowly closed his eyes, as if he had exhausted all his essence, and muttered, "Sect Master, I have to do this." ”

Outside the Elder Pavilion, it was pouring rain, and hundreds of sword lights suddenly lit up and then extinguished.