This is completely a collision of strength, a competition of sword intent, without the slightest sword move in it.

Moreover, all the clear-eyed people came, compared to this number one powerhouse in the Demon Domain, Yun Mo was obviously superior.

Leyou spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew upside down, crashing into the ruins, his breath getting weaker and weaker.

Yun Mo suppressed Leyou, the Three Holy Lands and the Sword Dao Sect with complete strength, coupled with the powerful sword cultivation of tens of thousands of people who rushed to support, without the last barrier to protect the Demon Domain, it would definitely be defeated!

The goddess of victory has thrown an olive branch to the world of micro-means.

However, at this moment, someone wanted to hack Yun Mo.

"Be careful!" shouted A-Zhe.

This was not only a battle between the victory and defeat of the Demon Realm and the Demon Domain, but also the pinnacle duel between the two supreme sword cultivators at that time.

There is no room for others to interfere.

So when the black-clothed man who was behind the sword-eating old man attacked behind him, he snorted coldly, and his five fingers were bent like eagle claws, grabbing the assassin, but before his hand touched the person, the whole person was locked by a powerful qi machine, and the right hand that poked out was like a quagmire, and he couldn't do it.

The sword-eating old man Bo Zhongshu turned his head suddenly, and the monk who suddenly appeared beside him shouted, "Confucian sage, what are you going to do?!"

Bo Zhongshu has been famous for hundreds of years, and he has taught the existence of the three swordsmanship of Fanshan and He, although his own strength is not as good as that of the Confucian sage, but it is not much worse, the Confucian sage forcibly shot in order to stop him, so that the qi in the body is extremely disordered, and a trace of fishy blood oozes from the corner of his mouth.

The Confucian sage's face was hideous, and he just snorted coldly and did not answer.

At the same moment, the wind blowing from the back of the valley finally came to the top of Yun Mo's head.

A fist poked out of the wind, and with the wind, smashed into Yun Mo's head.

Kui Xiong burst out, and the giant sword in his hand swept towards the fist like lightning, but this kendo powerhouse who was able to fight against Fan Shanhe ten years ago was stunned to find that his sword actually passed through that arm without hindrance.

Ah Zhe suddenly thought, Zangfeng's sword came out of the sheath, and the sword aura was clear, not stabbing at the fist above Yun Mo's head, but stabbing into the air two inches higher than the fist.

A muffled grunt sounded.

On the edge of the Tibetan Blade Sword, traces of red blood suddenly appeared.

In the empty air, the figure of a middle-aged man quickly appeared, who was none other than the Lord of the Wind Kingdom.

The Wind Lord didn't care about the sword stuck in his abdomen, and his fist accelerated towards Yun Mo's head.

At the same time, among the sword cultivators in the valley, a figure rushed quickly, and the cultivators in front of him, no matter what their cultivation was, were all brutally knocked away.

Hong Zhan, the palace master of the Demon King Palace, who had entered the camp of the Micro Realm Alliance with a brazen attitude, came to Yun Mo's side in the blink of an eye, and his fists were like dragons, and he blasted over.

Murong Qingfeng, a young man with a male and female appearance, frowned, and twelve flying swords shot towards Hong Zhan in an instant.

The Three Holy Lands watched coldly before, causing most of the 30,000 sword cultivators of the Holy Sword Gate to lose most, and then Fan Shanhe eliminated the threat he brought to the Three Holy Lands at the cost of dispersing all the cultivation, so that the Three Holy Lands no longer had any worries to go to the battlefield, but then, Yun Mo inherited Fan Shanhe's will, and became a new generation of Sword Saints, and the strongest man in the Demon Domain, Leyou, had to take out his sword.

However, at this moment, the Three Holy Lands, which were supposed to be on the same front as Yun Mo against the 200,000 allied forces of the Demon Domain, would once again turn the spearhead.

As for the reason, when the Holy Sword Sect Master Fan Shanhe broke the balance and posed a threat to the Three Holy Lands, the Three Holy Lands could still see death and not be saved, a hostile Yun Mo who had killed tens of thousands of elites in the Three Holy Lands in the Sword Dao Sect for several years, how could they not do it?

At this time, Yun Mo repelled Le You with a terrifying sword, the qi in his body was extremely disordered, and most of his spiritual power was consumed, if he recovered, who would be able to stop him in the future?!

This alone was enough for the Three Holy Lands to take action against Yun Mo at any cost.

And at this moment, the Snow Flower Palace Lord was haggard, and he was on the verge of collapse, the Confucian Sage was restraining the old man who ate the sword, and the Wind Lord had already fought with Ah Zhe, among the three holy lands, who could quietly pass through tens of thousands of sword cultivators and make a move against Yun Mo?

The Confucian sage attacked Yun Mo, but chose to assist the black-robed man at the last moment because the black-robed man had a greater opportunity than himself.

From this point of view, this person's strength is already at the same level as Confucian sages.

Who is this man?!

"Die, Yun Mo!" a cold and familiar voice sounded.

Yun Mo spit out in one breath, it was the critical moment of ventilation, it was obviously too late to defend against the sneak attack that was close at hand, who could save him?

"Poof".

The five cold rays of light that shot out of the black robe instantly submerged into the body, carrying scarlet bloodstains.

A hint of ecstasy flashed in the black-robed man's eyes, but the next moment, it turned into an extreme chill, he had waited so long just to sneak attack Yun Mo.

Yun Mo has become his inner demon.

He came from the ice field in the extreme north of the Demon Domain, went all the way south in the siege and interception of the Demon King's Palace, broke through the Hangu Pass, went to the Kendo Sect with great difficulty, and then turned back and hid for many days, finally waiting for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

But at the last moment, he was stopped by the person in front of him.

The blood in Liu Laoliu's mouth was like a spring, the breath of life passed quickly, an old face was as white as ashes, and his voice was indistinct, "Bitter, bitter bamboo ......" This old man, who had lived at the bottom of the Wuji Demon Palace for most of his life and followed Yun Mo to the Shiwei Realm, turned his head with difficulty, and said with difficulty, "Great, my lord, Liu Laoliu can't, I can't make pancakes for you anymore......"

The old man slowly closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

In the eyes of the demon cultivators, this bad old man is a pile of mud that can't support the wall, as long as he doesn't feel dirty, anyone can step on it, but later, I don't know if he really stepped on the **** luck, or he was blessed in his previous life, this old guy was actually accepted as a follower by the limelight Boundary Breaker, and then the turkey turned into a phoenix, and became the envy of the third layer of the entire Wuji Demon Palace.

To this day, there is still a saying in the Wuji Demon Palace to encourage future generations to advance late: the worst thing is to sell pancakes, and immortals will always come out.

Kuzhu's right hand suddenly exerted force, and his arm passed through Liu Laoliu's corpse, digging into Yun Mo's heart.

From the time Yun Mo stabbed out that sword to the present, Yun Mo has never made any moves.

Even when he heard the last sentence Liu Lao Liu, he didn't turn around.

Because he knew that Liu Laoliu, whose heart was pinched by bitter bamboo, was already certain to die, he didn't want to be unwilling or dare to be famous, and the old man who always liked to follow his ass and pat on the back died like this, just in front of his eyes.

Kuzhu's right hand, which was like an eagle's claw, finally touched Yun Mo's back.

One inch into the meat.

But no matter how much he pushed the magic power, it would be difficult to move forward in the slightest.

And Yun Mo's entire body suddenly began to tremble, and then turned around suddenly.

Kuzhu's right hand was embedded in the muscles on Yun Mo's back, and he couldn't pull it back for a while, and his five fingers were actually broken by force.

"Your **, half a step is not extinguished!" When Kuzhu's fingers pierced Yun Modi's body, he knew that the opportunity was lost.

Yun Mo, whose eyes were red, stabbed with a sword.

The feeling of death instantly drowned the bitter bamboo, he no longer hesitated, his left hand slashed on his right arm, and he actually cut off his right arm like this, a stream of blood spurted out, he bent his knees and exerted force, a big pit exploded under his body, and he jumped upward.