Mo Yun's pace was not chaotic at all, and he was still calm, no different from before he came in.

Feeling the oncoming sword intent, Mo Yun frowned slightly.

Although the sword intent here is very strong, if you communicate carefully, you can also find a fairly powerful sword spirit, but this is not much use for Mo Yun.

All he needed was the Heavenly Defiance Sword.

It's useless to give him such a thing as a sword spirit.

After settling down, Mo Yun continued to walk forward.

Six hours later, Mo Yun hadn't seen anyone in the Hidden Sword Pool for a day, and the white mist was deep and quiet.

Mo Yun walked by himself, and began to think about how amazing and brilliant the person who designed the hidden sword pool in the first place.

Seven hours later, Mo Yun still did not reach the center of the so-called Hidden Sword Pool, which showed the breadth.

"The founding patriarch of Yunjian Mountain is really a brilliant person. Even Mo Yun admired this person a little at the moment.

Ten hours later, Mo Yun was still alone, but his pace was still steady, his eyes were still firm, but in the depths of his eyes, there was still a trace of unconscious exhaustion.

No matter who you are, walking for ten hours in the vast world, you will feel tired, and Mo Yun is no exception.

But it's still far from his limit.

At the seventeenth hour, Mo Yun saw a figure sitting on the ground, feeling it.

Of the three former disciples, the one he didn't know the name of.

Mo Yun didn't care about this and continued to walk forward.

Half an hour later, Mo Yun saw someone again.

This time, it was someone he knew.

It was Huang Yi who was hostile to him.

At this moment, the Sword Gate of the Cloud Sword Sect, where the sect has a foothold, the eighteen old men are all silent in one room, looking at a picture scroll.

On the scroll, there were thirteen small black dots.

At this moment, of the thirteen small black dots, only four small black dots are still moving.

The thirteen black dots are the thirteen people in the hidden sword pool.

"Elder Tang, what do you think?" said Sect Master Su Qing, holding his chin, which didn't have much beard, with a smile.

"At this moment, seventeen hours have passed since the opening of the sword pool, which means that seventeen days have passed since the time in the sword pool. ”

"And at this moment, there are still four people moving forward, which is really a bit incredible. Even Tangshan couldn't believe it, and at this moment, there were still four figures moving forward.

The old man thought that there would only be three people still moving forward at this moment, but he didn't expect that there would be four more people. "To the surprise of an elder.

"Besides Song Yu, Qin Yun, and Huang Yi, who is the other person?" everyone was a little stunned.

Song Yu and Qin Yun are both beginners for three or four years, and their cultivation has already reached the consummation of the Kunhai Realm, so it is naturally not surprising that they can persist for so long.

However, the fourth person was obviously a disciple who had just started.

It was obviously a bit appalling for a disciple who had just started to do so much.

"Who is the other person?" The elders all looked at the sect master, since the sect master asked like this, then they must have their own ideas.

"Confidentiality. However, Su Qing shook his head, as if he didn't want to reveal the matter.

Everyone was stunned, but they were helpless, although Su Qing looked very easy to speak, but in fact it was very difficult to communicate, he was confidential, that was confidentiality, and no one could get any news from him.

......

Huang Yi also saw Mo Yun, but there was not much surprise in his eyes.

"You are Mo Mu?" Huang Yi looked at Mo Yun coldly, his expression a little condescending.

"Who are you?" Mo Yun was expressionless.

"Huang Yi. Huang Yi still sneered.

"I don't know. Mo Yun said lightly, just staggered past him and continued to move forward.

"You!" Huang Yi's face suddenly froze, and he was furious, he came over so stylishly, and he was actually ignored?

"Stop me. Huang Yi took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

Mo Yun ignored him, as if he hadn't heard, and still walked forward unhurriedly.

At this moment, even Mo Yun was a little struggling.

This is Huang Yi's limit, and at the same time, Song Yu's limit.

Mo Yun had even sensed it slightly, and Song Yu's breath not far away was staying there.

"You stop me!" Huang Yi's face was gloomy, his eyes were spewing fire, and his handsome face had gradually distorted.

Huang Yi wanted to teach Mo Yun a lesson, not for anything else, just because Mo Yun was more handsome than him.

He considered himself to be the number one handsome guy in the Cloud Sword Sect.

But after seeing Mo Yun, his confidence was shaken.

This is simply influencing one's own Dao heart.

This is an enmity that does not share the sky, no matter what, Huang Yi has to teach Mo Yun a lesson.

In the end, he beat this bastard into a pig's head, or even disfigured himself, so that his Dao heart might be able to recover some.

Thinking of this, Huang Yi didn't say a word, but chased after Mo Yun.

After a while, Huang Yi was surprised, the other party was so strong, and he was still able to move forward here.

Huang Yi's face suddenly darkened, thinking that since the other party could come here, he would not be an ordinary person, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with.

However, just as Huang Yi was thinking wildly, Mo Yun stopped, turned around, and seemed to be waiting for him.

Huang Yi snorted coldly, since someone was in a hurry to die, then he wouldn't be polite.

"What's the matter with you?" However, at the moment when Huang Yi approached Mo Yun, the latter's expression turned cold in vain, and his momentum instantly rose to a terrifying height.

A powerful oppressive force pressed towards Huang Yi, which made him feel like retreating.

How powerful is this person?

Huang Yi's face sank, but then he gritted his teeth and greeted him.

At this moment, he could only bite the bullet, and he didn't believe how powerful a beginner disciple on the other party could be.

Bi Jing has gone far in the Hidden Sword Pool, and he may not be as strong as he is.

Huang Yi believed that even if he was under the pressure of the sword qi, he would not be as far as Mo Yun, and he might not lose to him if he fought.

"Hmph, since you're looking for death, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Huang Yi snorted coldly and rushed towards Mo Yun.

However, at this moment, in the hidden sword pool, the sword pressure is so strong that it takes a terrible degree to not mention rushing forward, even if it is forward, it takes all effort.

Therefore, when Huang Yi raised his spiritual power and used his footwork to rush towards Mo Yun, it looked extremely funny.

I saw a figure slowly rushing towards Mo Yun, not so much rushing as leaving.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Huang Yi's mind, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to suddenly understand something.

Could it be that Mo Yun walked for a while before stopping and waiting for himself, for this purpose?

Huang Yi unconsciously left a cold sweat, just now he saw it, even when he arrived here, Mo Mu's figure did not slow down at all, and it didn't seem to be affected much at all.

As soon as he thought of this, Huang Yi's whole person was not good, and there was only one thought in his heart, and that was to retreat.

However, it was too late.

Mo Yun sneered, and in an instant, he rushed forward with an arrow step.

Although Mo Yun was also affected by the sword intent, in comparison, his speed was much faster than Huang Yi.

A few feet away, the time of two or three breaths has already jumped, and he hit Huang Yi with a straight palm.

Huang Yi was shocked, his eyes were full of fear, until this moment he knew that Mo Yun was really strong, if he was given another chance, he would definitely not underestimate Mo Yun again.

But there is no regret medicine in the world, and at the moment when the thought of regret just rose in Huang Yi's mind, Mo Yun's palm print fell.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Huang Yi's figure was knocked out, crossed a violent arc, and fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a burst of fog.

Huang Yi fainted directly, and he never had a chance to comprehend the sword spirit in the hidden sword pool, and when he woke up, he was afraid that he had already been carried out by the elders, and he regretted it for life.

Mo Yun continued to walk forward.

Another hour later, Mo Yun saw Song Yu sitting on the ground with an unusually solemn complexion.

"Did he find his own opportunity?"

After walking for another half an hour, Mo Yun paused, his brows furrowed slightly, and at this moment he felt an incomparably domineering sword intent.

That sword intent pressed against him, full of fierce intent, as if he only needed to go further, he would be killed by this sword intent.