Simon felt all the gathered gazes, and his heart was a little fluttering, but soon, a figure appeared in his mind, and these fluttering moments dissipated in a blink of an eye. Da Zi is in the Taibai Sword Sect, maybe among his peers, no one can be looked at by him, but Ximen knows that in this world, there are people who are stronger than him!

"Mo Yu!"

Silently reciting this name, Simon Jue's heart twitched slightly, as if he had been picked open a bloody wound, and it was extremely painful.

But he endured it in silence, because he did not want to forget the pain.

Only in this way can he be spurred to become stronger!

He had a hunch that perhaps soon, they would meet again, and that he would pay back everything he had endured tenfold and hundredfold!

Ximen Jue raised his head and looked at the figure surrounded by countless sword shadows in the distance, his brows furrowed slightly.

This rain ink is quite strong, and now the summoning of sword shadows has also exceeded seven thousand, and the number is still increasing. On the contrary, it was him, after breaking through the Ten Thousand Daos, the speed of increasing the number of sword shadows decreased significantly. But his expression was very calm. The Ten Thousand Dao Sword Shadow is a threshold, and Yumo may not be able to break through. Even if he breaks through, so what, after all, his true strength has not yet been fully demonstrated.

Eight thousand...... Nine thousand...... Ten thousand......

"Senior Brother Yumo summoned the sword shadow to break 10,000!"

The Seventh Peak Cultivator breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and his face showed excitement.

The increase speed of the sword shadow of the junior brother of Yumo has not changed, but the sword shadow summoned by Ximen Jueyi is decreasing, and the gap between the two is constantly shrinking. At this speed, it doesn't take long to catch up or even overtake, and once completed, you can completely step on the fourth peak.

The Seventh Peak Monk is now full of excitement.

Correspondingly, the Fourth Peak Monk gradually fell silent, and his face showed a look of anger. This Yumo can catch up with Senior Brother Ximen...... Could it be that Senior Brother Simon will lose this battle? Although I don't want to believe it, the truth seems to be right now.

11,000.

Twelve thousand.

The number of sword shadows around Mo Yu is still increasing rapidly, and in the rotation, it is like a sword whirlpool, and the momentum is shocking!

And Ximen Jue summoned the sword shadow, but there were only more than thirteen thousand daos, and as long as he counted the time, he would be surpassed. But at this moment, his voice suddenly came, the calm was not high, but the sound of the ten thousand swords could not hide the slightest.

"Yumo, you are really strong, and you have the qualifications to make me Ximen unique and use your true strength!"

"If I want you to be defeated today, you will surely be defeated!"

Rumble!

The aura of the sword path erupted in his body, and at this moment, it soared wildly, and a faint sword shadow appeared above his head, several miles in size, exuding an aura of endless killing and destruction! The whole person seemed to be integrated with this sword shadow, a person is a sword, and a sword is a person!

The whole space, the sound of the sword, in an instant, soared wildly!

Countless sword shadows roared out from the sword mound, making Ximen Jue summon sword shadows, and they surged several times, like the mighty Yangtze River, and with every breath, there were countless sword shadows, gathering around him.

Fourteen thousand!

Fifteen thousand!

Sixteen thousand!

......

The crazy surge in the number of sword shadows, the most direct change brought about by it, is the rapid increase of Ximen's peerless aura! Just like the king of the sword, as far as he can reach, ten thousand swords descend! The vast river of sword shadows, the majestic and terrifying aura, just in an instant, he completely crushed Mo Yu down!

Nineteen thousand!

20,000!

Twenty-one thousand!

......

The number of sword shadows that increased wildly eventually stopped at more than 27,000 Dao, and the black pressure was overwhelming, and at a glance, it looked like an ocean of swords! Every moment, nearly 30,000 sword shadows flew and roared, and the sound set off was deafening!

Ximen Jueyi slowly spoke, "Yumo, you, do you admit defeat?"

The voice is flat, but the exudation of the high is like a god sitting on the clouds, overlooking the small ants on the ground.

The entire sub-peak platform, at this moment, there is no other sound!

Looking at the terrifying whirlpool formed in the rotation of nearly 30,000 sword shadows above the sky, the thirteen peak cultivators of the Sword Sect were all stunned.

Ten Thousand Dao Sword Shadows, for them, are already unimaginable incarnations, thirty thousand Dao ...... How powerful will it be? This is far beyond their imagination!

The Sword Master of Slaughter was expressionless, but there was a faint arrogance flashing in his eyes.

Today, I will let you know whose disciple is the strongest of the younger generation!

Yumo, is he worthy?

Turning his head to look at the Haoyue Sword Master, the shock on his face made the Killing Sword Master's heart feel more comfortable. Maybe today, the face of the fourth peak is extremely damaged, and the five core disciples, including Ji Xiang, have fallen, but as long as Ximen Jueyi can take advantage of the situation to rise, everything is nothing.

"Haoyue, now you should know that it was the Star Sword Lord who opened his mouth and saved the life of your disciple. But today, in the end, it is still my fourth peak that wins!"

The Star Sword Lord's eyes were bright, and he was silent with the other ten sword masters, but they had obviously acquiesced to what the Sword Lord had said.

In the seventh-order Sword Emperor Realm, nearly 30,000 Sword Shrine Sword Shadows can be summoned, and the possibility of Ximen breaking through the shackles and becoming the fourteenth Sword Master of the Sword Sect is extremely great!

And this is worthy of the entire Sword Sect, doing its best to protect and cultivate him, and he will not die unexpectedly before he becomes completely normal.

"I, as the first sword master of the Sword Sect, recognize the identity of the preparatory sect of the Ximen Jue Sect, and any internal struggle of the Sword Sect must not endanger its safety, otherwise, I will temporarily assume the power of the sect master and open the Holy Mountain Sword Cutting Platform. ”

The deep voice of the Star Sword Lord echoed above the clouds, but because of the intentional restrictions, the monks of the peaks below could not hear it.

"I, the second sword master of the Sword Sect is buried in the moon, and I identify with the first sword master. ”

"I, the third sword master of the Sword Sect, Canghai, identify with the first sword master. ”

"I, the fourth sword master of the Sword Sect is killed, and I agree with the first sword master. ”

......

The Haoyue Sword Master was bitter in his mouth, but at this moment, he had to speak out in approval.

The statement that the Great Freedom is in the Taibai Sword Sect, and the Thirteen Peaks are fighting openly and secretly, which is slightly untrue. Because, for countless years, there has never been a peak that dares to truly compete with the first peak!

The Star Sword Lord, whose life is ancient and long, has been sitting in the Sword Sect for endless years, and what realm his strength is, even the rest of the twelve sword masters, are unknown. But no one dared to doubt his terribleness.

In the Sword Sect, where there was no sect master, he was the only one who had been recognized by the Holy Mountain and was qualified to temporarily be the sect master, and his status was faintly higher than the rest of the sword masters.

It is precisely because of his existence that the Great Freedom Taibai Sword Sect has not fallen apart in the countless years of fighting of the Twelve Sword Masters, and it is still ranked among the eight super sects in the Central Continent.

Therefore, the Haoyue Sword Lord was powerless to oppose the Star Sword Lord's proposal, and he had no reason to oppose it.

Because he understood that over the years, every decision made by the Star Sword Lord was to maintain and strengthen the power of the Sword Sect.

With the strength shown by Ximen, he became the preparatory son of the sect, and he deserved his name.

It's just that in my heart, I'm really unwilling!

The Haoyue Sword Master looked at the disciple who had been completely covered by countless sword shadows, feeling the number of sword shadows that was still increasing, and his mind gradually calmed down. In such a situation, it is still possible to be humble, not arrogant, indomitable and not give up, this state of mind is really rare!

Even if he loses today, he will ask for it back in the future! In the future, with his careful teaching, he will not believe that his disciple is no better than Simon's absolute one.

The die is cast!

This is the thought in the hearts of all the Taibai Sword Sect cultivators here, including the Thirteen Sword Masters.

The Fourth Peak Monk has already let out a cheering cheer.

But at this moment, Mo Yu's flat voice spread far away, "Summoning nearly 30,000 sword shadows, the strength is indeed imminent, but with these alone, you Ximen Jueyi has not yet made me qualified to admit defeat." ”

Fall......

Rumble!

Mo Yu's body, the attraction power of the sword mound sword shadow soared wildly at this moment!

With the sword bead in his hand, or in other words, after mastering the purple gold sword shadow, he really competed in the number of sword shadows summoned by the sword mound, even in the face of the sword lord's honor, he could be fearless, not to mention that it was only a mere Ximen.

If you think about it, the situation today is very similar to that of Osan Mountain, when he floats to the top, and then slaps it down. But I have to say that for the blow to the mind and will, only in this way can it be the strongest!

I stepped on him once, and now I send it to the door again, so I will step on him a second time! Let's see if this Simon is really immortal Xiaoqiang, and he can get stronger and stronger again!

Sword Shrine.

After Mo Yu mobilized the power of the sword bead and released the breath belonging to the purple gold sword shadow, the countless long swords inserted into the ground trembled violently at this moment, as if they were about to flutter their wings and fly!

The sudden change caused countless monks here to gasp neatly, turn to the distant sky, and look at the sword shadow that covered the sky and the earth, and couldn't help but show horror on their faces.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

The overwhelming roar was like a tidal wave, instantly filling the hearts of all the monks.

After a long time, when they came back to their senses and looked at the terrifying sword shadow vortex that had skyrocketed several times in the air, their eyes suddenly revealed a heartfelt awe.

"Sixty thousand...... Sixty thousand sword shadows!"

I don't know which peak monk, when he sensed it clearly, he suddenly lost his voice and screamed, trembling from shock, and his voice was a little distorted and deformed.

But at this moment, no monk cared about this, and all their minds were attracted by the monk in the whirlpool of sword shadows.

Seventh Peak...... Rain Ink!

Ximen Jue clenched his teeth and looked into the distance in a daze, the sword shadow vortex that was twice as big as himself, and his heart was in chaos. Ask the opponent to admit defeat, but in the blink of an eye, this is the situation. The slap in his face made his chest hold his breath vividly, and he couldn't breathe, and his face couldn't help but turn red quickly.

"Simon Jueyi, do you admit defeat or not?"

What I said before was all returned, how familiar this situation is. Thinking of Osan and thinking of the present, this person's heart "boomed", completely fell into chaos, opened his mouth suddenly, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Impossible! You can't be so strong! Yumo, Mo Yu, Yumo, Mo Yu...... You are Moyu, you are Moyu!"

Simon roared violently, the sword shadow around him was rapidly dissipating, and his eyes were red at the moment, and it seemed that there was madness and resentment flashing.