Chapter 370: The strength of a generation of sword gods
"Old guy, I think you're here to find fault, what kind of place are you really martial arts auction house, how can you allow this one-armed cripple to go wild!"
The young appraiser's voice just fell.
The figure in the Treasure Pavilion flickered, and more than a dozen martial arts monks holding swords burst out in an instant.
These martial arts cultivators all have a good aura, and at worst they are also masters at the level of spiritual martial artists.
They barely hesitated and directly launched a killing move against Mo Lingyun.
Anyone who dares to make trouble at the auction will be killed on the spot without mercy.
This is the consistent purpose of Zhenwu Auction House!
Just when the fierce sword qi was about to slash Mo Lingyun, the corner of the one-armed crippled man's mouth overflowed with a sneer.
"Crippled? Today, let me show you how the old man, a cripple, is wild! ”
"Dangdang······"
This was accompanied by a loud metal crash.
I saw that after dozens of sword qi slashed at Mo Lingyun's body, he was actually blocked by a body protection god.
A terrifying momentum suddenly erupted on this one-armed old man.
A silver needle flew out of his hand.
"Whoosh!"
The silver light flashed, and it was incredibly fast.
In an instant, more than a dozen martial arts masters all fell to the ground and died of exhaustion.
Their eyebrows all have a little more red mark.
A silver needle killed more than a dozen martial arts masters in an instant, this one-armed cripple was terrifying?
"Save ······ Help, someone's coming! Kill! ”
The beautiful staff who brought Mo Lingyun into the True Martial Treasure Pavilion.
At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and he trembled with fright!
She ran out of the Treasure Pavilion with a frightened face, screaming frantically and frantically begging for help!
For a while, the martial arts guards who were holding an auction at the front desk were all looking at the wind.
The high-level of the Zhenwu auction was also alarmed!
Even the masters of all parties who were participating in the auction all exploded!
"Who the hell is it? Dare to make trouble at the Zhenwu auction, is this a bad death? ”
"In this auction, I heard that there is a Law Saint, two Martial Saints, and three powerful people in the world, and there are also ten Tianwu Great Masters in it, no matter who he is, if he dares to make trouble and kill people in the Zhenwu Auction, it is undoubtedly self-defeating!"
"Huh! Interesting, in this Xuanwu City, Ben Shao has never heard of anyone daring not to give face to the Zhenwu Auction House! ”
The melon-eating monks from all over the world who participated in the auction were full of discussions.
It's clear that things have gotten bigger!
But at this moment, there was not the slightest hint of panic on Mo Lingyun's face.
His expression was indifferent, and he only sighed slightly.
It seems that it is impossible to continue to hide your identity today!
In that case, it is no longer hidden!
The task assigned by Senior Qin must be completed.
This was his only hope of reshaping his severed limb.
Mo Lingyun's eyes froze.
A terrifying sword aura suddenly erupted on him.
The fierce sword light soared into the sky, instantly sweeping tens of thousands of meters high, and even the clouds in the sky were swept by the sword qi, annihilating and dissipating.
The terrifying divine powerhouse is coercive, and it suddenly descends!
In the auction, thousands of monks were shocked in their hearts.
"This ····· The sword qi broke through the sky, swept the sky, and the cold light of a sword was tens of thousands of meters, this is the arrival of the martial god powerhouse? ”
"Oh my God, could it be that the person who made trouble in the True Martial Pavilion turned out to be a martial god boss?"
"This is the legendary martial god boss, even if it is the lord of the Kunlong Empire in person, he has to give ten thousand courtesies, what did the real martial arts auction house do, it would anger such a strong man?"
"Whatever, it's such a bustle, if you don't take a good look, it's a pity, everyone, you guys should participate in the auction first, I'll go outside and take a look!"
"Don't worry, brother, let's go together!"
All of a sudden, all the monks who were originally participating in the auction rose into the air, and in the blink of an eye, they flew to the roof.
At this time, on the highest eaves of the Zhenwu Auction House, a one-armed man stood with his hands in his hands.
At his feet, a young man was trampled like a dead dog!
This young man was known to many monks.
This person is the chief appraiser of Zhenwu Auction House and the closed disciple of Master Zhenxuan, Zheng Tianxiu.
The one-armed man, on the other hand, exudes a vast and incomparably strong coercion.
This coercion is so powerful that it is rare in the world!
At this time, in the auction pavilion, one after another extremely powerful aura rose into the sky again.
Almost all the high-level leaders in the Zhenwu auction came.
There are more than 1,000 martial arts masters and more than 200 magicians, ready to fight!
The atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.
There was a dead silence in the audience!
At this time, an old man with immortal wind bones stood up.
"Who the hell is Your Excellency? Why do you want to make trouble and kill people at my real martial arts auction, and humiliate the old man's disciples like this? If my disciple has neglected, please also ask your Excellency to see the face of the old man, the past is not to blame, and the old man is willing to apologize in person! ”
"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to give you face? It's just the pinnacle of a Fa Saint, relying on the old and selling the old in front of this seat, you are not qualified enough! ”
At this moment, Mo Lingyun was extremely strong.
It seems that the former generation of sword gods has returned.
With a slight step on his left foot, Zheng Tianxiu's head was trampled alive in front of all the monks!
"How can this be reasonable, is it true that Your Excellency is no one in my real martial arts auction house?"
A majestic man armed with a long knife flew into the air.
A fierce knife slashed towards Mo Lingyun.
The terrifying sword glow exudes a force of breaking stones.
This sword-wielding man, most of the monks present knew him, this person was the deputy pavilion master of the True Martial Pavilion, and the Crazy Sword Martial Saint Liu smiled.
He is one of the top ten martial saints in the Kunlong Empire.
"Noise!"
Mo Lingyun didn't even look at him, just gently stretched out his left hand and flicked his fingers.
A silver needle flew out of his hand.
In the next second, this famous Crazy Sword Martial Saint flew upside down.
His eyebrows were pierced by a sword qi, and he smashed to the ground, dying of anger!
A generation of martial saints was killed by someone in seconds?
Thousands of monks, collectively shocked!
Everyone gasped!
One by one they were dumbfounded, as if petrified!
"Killing a Martial Saint powerhouse in seconds, this is definitely not something that an ordinary God Realm powerhouse can do, who is this one-armed powerhouse, who is so terrifying?"
"The terrifying sword momentum exuded by this person's body is only comparable to the number one sword god in the continent back then, and the Lingyun Sword God can be compared to it, can it be said ·······?"
"Impossible, the Lingyun Sword God had fallen thirty years ago, and it was rumored in the rivers and lakes that the Lingyun Sword God was handsome, how could it be such a one-armed old man who was not good-looking?"
Just when a group of monks were talking.
Master Zhenxuan's face turned extremely pale and asked, "What does Your Excellency want?" ”
"It's very simple, I don't want to make trouble, I don't want to kill, you Zhenwu Auction House, received a senior from this seat, this seat is entrusted by the seniors, it is necessary to find the treasure, today, you and so on hand over the ring, this seat is not to blame in the past, if you insist on hiding, no one in your Zhenwu auction can leave alive today!"