In front of Nie Qianrou, he was not the master of the high-ranking Holy Sword Sect, but his intimate master Fan Shanhe, he touched Nie Qianrou's head dotingly, and then he paused, looked at the valley mouth that was getting closer and closer in front of him, and said, "In this war, many people will die." ”

Nie Qianrou took a slow breath and spit out slowly, "Die for the way of the sword, although you have no regrets." ”

The master of the Holy Sword Sect shook his head noncommittally, and said something that would benefit his disciple, who was about to inherit his mantle, for the rest of his life, "Someone else's is not your own after all. ”

At this moment, the three thousand elite disciples of the Inner Gate at the forefront had already come to the exit of Linchuan Valley.

But he stopped suddenly.

It was as if an invisible wall stood in front of it.

The disciples of the Holy Sword Sect behind him stopped their progress and looked ahead suspiciously.

Fan Shanhe sighed lightly, "It's finally here." ”

Nie Qianrou looked ahead, her eyes complicated.

Linchuan Valley is the only way to enter and exit the main peak of the Sword Dao Sect in the north, and it should have been heavily guarded, and it is natural for those inner disciples to be blocked, but at this moment, there is only one person at the exit of Linchuan Valley.

A man in a green shirt.

He carried a black scabbard on his back.

Now the only person who can stand here and try to block the pace of the more than 10,000 elite attacks of the Holy Sword Gate with the strength of one person is Yun Mo.

The moment he saw Yun Mo, the three thousand inner disciples of the Holy Sword Sect actually subconsciously took a step back.

The rain was obviously hitting Yun Mo's body, but his cyan robe showed no signs of wetting at all.

One person to 10,000 people, it is very weird, very killing, the rain that has fallen seems to be afraid of this killing intention, and the sound of the rain has become much smaller.

Yun Mo slowly stretched out his right hand, and a black-colored sword with a black blade, the sword of the black blade, was reflected in the black pupils of more than 10,000 elites of the Holy Sword Gate.

At the same time as seeing this black sword, the three thousand inner disciples of the Holy Sword Sect took a step back again.

The previous oath and the previous ambition were fierce, as if they were all swallowed up by this black sword.

Yun Mo was expressionless and didn't speak, but just gently held the black giant across his chest.

Three thousand inner disciples, retreated for the third time.

In the heavy rain, those inner disciples behind them didn't know what was happening in front of them, but when they saw the arrogant inner disciples who were so panicked on weekdays, their hearts suddenly became afraid.

Yun Mo crossed his sword and only said one word.

"Please. ”

Please, it's a battle, and it's a request for you to come and die.

Nie Qianrou's eyebrows furrowed slightly, after nearly two years, when she saw Yun Mo again, she didn't feel any familiar feeling from him.

In less than two years, how does this Yun Mo seem to have changed as a person?

became cold and indifferent, but not as ruthless and murderous as Ying Yunmo at the beginning.

Putting aside these chaotic thoughts, Nie Qianrou slowly shook the bag that had fallen on her chest and muttered, "Senior brother, we are back again." ”

At the beginning of the battle of the nine-tailed demon fox, in order to save her, the senior brother Ji Ye was dug out of the heart by the nine-tailed demon fox and died, in that period of the most gloomy and helpless time in Nie Qianrou's life, only Yun Mo gave her some comfort, this friendship, she has always remembered in her heart.

And when she left the Kendo Sect that day, she also said to Yun Mo that as long as they met again next time, she and him would still be enemies.

It's just that I didn't expect to see each other again so quickly.

Nie Qianrou looked at Yun Mo in the rain, her eyes finally fell on the black sword, and muttered, "Could it be that at the beginning, you were going to use the black giant?"

As if hearing Nie Qianrou's words, Yun Mo suddenly looked over and said again, "Please." ”

Nie Qianrou was slightly stunned and clenched the iron sword in her hand.

Yun Mo's strength was too strong, his statement was too prominent, and none of the three thousand inner disciples who walked at the forefront had the courage to draw his sword.

Yun Mo said for the third time, "Please." ”

A few disciples hesitated and stepped forward and took a small half step, but looked left and right, and then shrank back.

Yun Mo suddenly drew a line on the ground in front of him with the black giant, then turned around and left without hesitation.

It's no more than three.

The meaning is obvious, since you don't have the courage to attack me, don't cross this line.

They are also sword cultivators, and as disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, one of the holy places, these sword cultivators naturally have their own pride.

As an enemy, Yun Mo turned around and left his back to them, which was the biggest insult to them.

Disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, when did they receive such insults?

All of a sudden, anger and anger replaced fear.

With a burst of shouts, a flying sword instantly came out of the crowd, cutting through the rain curtain, cutting through the strong wind, and coming behind Yun Mo.

The sword is Lu Hongliang, a disciple of the inner gate of the Holy Sword Gate, who is ranked twenty-sixth in the inner gate, a peak cultivator of the Open Light Realm, and his temperament is very irritable, just three steps back, Lu Hongliang was very ashamed in his heart, at this moment, seeing Yun Mo humiliating the Holy Sword Gate like this, where can he still bear it, he was angry for a while, and chose to make a move without hesitation.

If you want to leave your back to me, you will pay the price of the enemy!

The sword instantly came to the back of Yun Mo's head, and the next moment it could pass through his skull.

Lu Hongliang was extremely nervous.

But at this moment, Lu Hongliang's eyes flickered, and Yun Mo, who was facing away from him, became facing him, and the Dao Sword, which he had been treating as a daughter-in-law for more than 20 years, was inserted into the ground next to Yun Mo for some reason.

Lu Hongliang knew that something was wrong, and his heart moved, and he wanted to take the sword back, but there was a sharp pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

This disciple, who was quite famous in the Holy Sword Sect, stared at his Xuanling Sword with wide eyes, and found that he had completely lost contact with the sword.

"Senior Brother Lu?" A disciple beside him hurriedly supported Lu Hongliang.

A tall and thin disciple stepped out of the crowd.

Lu Hongliang gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Brother Liu, be careful, that sword is weird!"

The tall and thin man who was called Senior Brother Liu nodded slightly, took a step forward, arched his hand at Yun Mo from a distance, and said loudly, "Liu Lixiao, a disciple of the inner sect of the Holy Sword Sect, is ranked ninth, and asks Sect Master Yun for advice. ”

Yun Mo ignored it, as if saying one more word would be a waste of saliva.

Liu Lixiao's face changed slightly, and he didn't say anything more, the ten fingers and middle fingers of his right hand were together, and the long sword on his back let out an excited sword sound, and then suddenly came out of the sheath.

This Holy Sword Sect powerhouse, who had a mid-stage cultivation of the Tribulation Realm, suddenly opened his index and middle fingers together, and shouted softly at the same time: "Points!"

The iron sword that shot away suddenly split into two, two into four, and four into eight......

In the blink of an eye, one hundred and thirty-six swords appeared in front of Yun Mo.

The first sword fell, the second fell...... Yun Mo was unmoved.

When those swords landed on Yun Mo's body, they turned into countless shattered lights.

Liu Lixiao's face became more and more solemn, and even his hands began to tremble slightly.

It wasn't until the sixty-third sword fell that Yun Mo suddenly lifted the black giant and slapped it at the sword.

There was a crunch sound.

The sword whistled, slanted into the grass beside it.

The remaining dozens of swords were all gone.

A sword turns into a hundred swords, after all, it is just a phantom.

Liu Lixiao spurted out a mouthful of blood, wanting to recall his Xuanling Sword again, but found that it was in vain.

Although there are two lessons from the past, there are still many people who stand up.

"Shan Chunhui, the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion of the Holy Sword Gate Tiancang Mountain, please teach the Cloud Sect Master!"

"Elder Liu of the Holy Sword Sect, Lu Chenyun, please teach Sect Master Yun!"

"Holy Sword Gate Wuyong City Lord Lin Zixiong, may I meet the Cloud Sect Master!"

"Holy Sword Gate Flowing Water Peak Keqing don't worry, please teach Sect Master Yun!"

……

For a while, more than ten people stood up, among which the lowest cultivator was also in the early stage of the calamity.

Everyone, put it in the local area, is a big name.

Yun Mo still didn't speak, and he didn't even look at them.

No matter what you say, the sky is full of grandeur, and I still don't move.

The more than ten swordsmen didn't say much, and each of them unreservedly sacrificed their own tricks to press the bottom of the box.

Dingdingding......

A series of crisp metal clashing sounds sounded in the rain curtain, and then dissipated in the sound of wind and rain.

More than a dozen swords, all of which were photographed by Yun Mo.

This situation finally made a sixth elder of the inner gate of the Holy Sword Sect unable to sit still, and the sixth elder Wei Honghai, who had already become a spiritual void realm last year, suddenly swept up, and with a wave of his wide sleeves in the air, the swords on the backs of more than three hundred disciples behind him were unsheathed at the same time, and for a while, the sword light shone brightly, and the sword roar was piercing.

Wei Honghai, the sixth elder who had cultivated in the early stage of the Spirit Void Realm, slapped his hands forward violently on the way to fly, and the bean-sized rain was slapped by his palm, and it was like a miniature cannonball, shooting towards Yun Mo.