After March, the burial sword pool, the sword intent is vertical and horizontal, and it is raging in the sky!

Mo Yu sat cross-legged, his expression calm and peaceful, but there was an inexplicable coercion that enveloped his body.

When the eyes fell, it was heart-wrenching, and I couldn't help but be in awe.

Suddenly, Mo Yu's eyes opened suddenly, and a sword will erupted from his body.

Like straight wolf smoke, straight to the sky!

Buzz –

Buzz –

In the burial sword pool, millions, tens of millions, broken and broken long swords reverberated at the same time.

Among the Sword Sect, all the monks felt something, and at the same time, their eyes widened, looking in the direction of here.

A sword shadow condensed in the sky above the burial sword pool, connecting the heavens and the earth like the sword of the ancient gods, sprinkling endless majesty.

Qiang –

Qiang –

Qiang –

Countless swords and slender swords flew out on their own at this moment, like a long river returning to the sea, and went straight to the sky sword shadow roaring away.

In the Mo Yu soul space, the grass sword path runes trembled sharply, and countless streamers flashed on the surface.

Suddenly, it trembled violently, and a magnificent sword aura erupted!

Kendo Rune Recovery, Done!

As if breaking the shackles of a solid one, the other five runes also lit up at the same time.

Although it was a little dim, the familiar cultivation returned to the senses again.

Mo Yu had a smile on his face, and he raised his head and let out a long roar!

Buzz –

The sword shadow in the sky trembled, and the unparalleled sword path was coercive, sweeping in all directions!

Hundreds of millions of long swords surround the perimeter, and at this moment the tip of the sword hangs low, as if bowing.

......

After a long time, the shadow of the sword dissipated, and the slender swords flew out of the sword and returned automatically, falling into the hands of their respective masters.

Everyone's faces were shaken, but soon they turned into excitement and excitement!

The sect master went out of the customs and killed the immortal sequence, and today the seventh master uncle caused such an earth-shattering movement, which is enough to cultivate unfathomable.

The rise of the Sword Sect seems to be just around the corner!

......

Ziyan looked into the distance with a confused expression, and his chest continued to rise and fall because of excitement.

This is the real powerhouse, every move can attract the attention of the world.

Although I couldn't see his true face with my own eyes, in Ziyan's heart, Uncle Seventh was already a first-class peerless figure in this world, and his elegance was unparalleled!

Uncle Shi is young, if there is a chance......

Ziyan turned her mind, her pretty face was slightly red, and she was completely indifferent from before.

......

Yu Xuanji frowned slightly, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Why, the earth-shattering scene in front of her faintly gave her a familiar feeling.

It's like she's been close.

In her mind, a figure involuntarily appeared, her expression suddenly darkened, and then she shook her head to suppress this unrealistic thought.

"Even if he hides it deeply, how can he be the peerless Seventh Uncle...... Yumo, the teacher said that you are dead, I don't believe it, but where are you?"

In the whispering, the fish looked up with sadness in his eyes.

......

In a quiet room, on both sides of the white stone square table, two figures are silently facing each other.

Jian Wudao's eyes were far-reaching, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he didn't seem to care about being taken by Mo Yu, and said with a light smile: "Pulling you into the Sword Sect is definitely the most correct decision made by this sect." ”

He looked admiring, and did not hide the importance he attached to Mo Yu, "Even this sect can't be sure how strong your strength is. ”

Mo Yu's expression was calm, and he did not show complacency because of this, "The sect master has a good reputation. ”

A fluttering sentence blocked all temptations.

Jian Wudao smiled "haha", not thinking at all, but his eyes showed solemnity, "Yumo, this sect does not ask you to be born and die for the Sword Sect, I only hope that if there is an accident in the future, you can make a move and keep some inheritance for the Sword Sect." ”

Mo Yu frowned, and quickly regained his composure, "I owe the Sword Sect a favor, and I can agree to this matter." But if I can't do it, I will choose to sit idly by. ”

He was a very small person, but he made Jian Wudao fall the last big stone in his heart.

In this world, the easiest thing to do is to say yes casually.

Mo Yu was able to say this, indicating that he had thought about it carefully before giving a response.

This is obviously more reassuring.

"Of course, if you are beyond your ability, you turn around and leave, and this sect will not have half a complaint. Jian Wudao's expression was gentle, he smiled, and said, "This sect can sense that although you are not a simple sword cultivator, you have a pure sword intent in your body that makes me feel vibrated too. Perhaps, you need a long sword. ”

He looked proud, "With a sword in hand, it is the real sword cultivation, overcoming thorns and thorns, even heaven and earth cannot suppress it." ”

Mo Yu was silent, and then nodded, "I'll go to the Sealing Sword Pavilion." ”

Jian Wudao smiled.

Mo Yu sighed lightly.

The more he asks, the more he owes, and how can he stay out of the matter when the Sword Sect catastrophe comes.

Perhaps, drifting away is Mo Yu's best choice, but if so, how can he be at ease?

I can only take one step at a time.

......

Fengjian Pavilion.

The long swords of the strong men of the Sword Sect in the past dynasties, except for damage and loss, are all sealed here, waiting for those who are destined.

According to the rules of the Sword Sect, only the best disciples of each generation are eligible to enter the Fengjian Pavilion and choose the long sword. But the crisis is imminent, and since more than ten years ago, in order to improve the cultivation of disciples as soon as possible, the number of openings of the Sealed Sword Pavilion has increased.

Many disciples have gained swords from it, and their strength has soared.

Today is the time for the Sealed Sword Pavilion to open again.

Seventy-six Sword Sect disciples were waiting with excitement. Although nearly half of them are destined to come out empty-handed, they also have half a chance to be recognized by the sword of the former sages.

Mediocre or skyrocketing, soon will be revealed!

"Remember, after entering the Sword Pavilion today, release your sword with all your might, and don't make any other moves. If you can get the sword's approval, it will automatically fly out and fall into your hands, otherwise it will fail. You only have a quarter of an hour, and no matter what the outcome is, you must leave immediately, otherwise you will be eroded by sword intent, and the consequences will be unpredictable!"

A Sword Sect elder spoke in a deep voice, giving a final admonition to the disciples who were about to enter the Sealed Sword Pavilion.

At this moment, a sword light came from afar, and it arrived in an instant. After dissipating, revealing Jian Mo's figure, he arched his hand and said: "Senior Brother Jiancheng, pass on the sect master's decree that the opening of the Sealed Sword Pavilion will be postponed for an hour. ”

"Huh?" Jian Cheng frowned slightly, "Senior Brother Jian Mo, there has never been such a situation when the Sword Pavilion was opened, but something went wrong. ”

The disciples of the Sword Sect, who were full of excitement and joy waiting to enter, also looked up one after another, they didn't dare to complain, but they obviously also wanted an explanation.

Jian Mo hesitated for a moment and said, "After a while, the Seventh Senior Uncle will come to the Sword Pavilion to seek a long sword. ”

Uncle Seven!

Jian Cheng's expression was solemn, revealing sincere awe.

The disciples below, after a short silence, showed endless excitement.

Could it be that today, I can see the true face of the seventh uncle?

Ziyan took a deep breath, but he couldn't calm down, and his heart was pounding.

She unconsciously stood on her tiptoes and looked into the distance.

Yu Xuanji stood beside her, taking these into her eyes, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

It turns out that the senior sister is not indifferent to all men.

couldn't help but think of Yumo, and the original expectation in her heart quietly disappeared without a trace.

Everyone is paying attention to Uncle Seven, but has anyone ever known that the little sword servant who was buried in the sword pool?