Silent swordsmanship.

The sword is out, and the life is extinguished!

The sword that Jiang Mo swung out carried such a might, giving people a sense of fierceness that cut everything off.

The magic spear stabbed and suddenly bombarded with this gray sword light.

In an instant, the terrifying Yuan Force storm swept away in all directions.

Shijiang Long is a genuine four-star martial saint, and with the best spiritual weapon magic spear, the power that bursts out is also very powerful.

Although Jiang Mo used the power of the Fifth Heaven of the Sword Dao, he still failed to gain the upper hand.

A moment later, the aftermath of the two attacks slowly dissipated.

However, Jiang Mo is not depressed, his hole cards are not only the kind of withered swordsmanship.

Moreover, after this encounter, Jiang Mo also roughly figured out the details of Shi Jianglong.

On the other hand, the other party was shocked.

Originally, Shi Jianglong thought that Jiang Mo would be directly stabbed in the heart under this shot.

However, the fact is that Jiang Mo blocked this blow, and you can imagine how shocked Shi Jianglong's heart was.

"His strength is already able to fight against a four-star martial saint. It's progressing so fast!"

Not far away, Quan Zhijian's heart was shaken, if it weren't for the strong men on both sides guarding here, he would have fled from this place long ago.

Although Jiang Mo only said a word about his betrayal, Quan Zhijian felt that he had already been sentenced to death.

Rumble!

Jiang Mo and Shi Jianglong collided fiercely together, and the golden purple gold emperor dragon martial vein surged out, turning into golden light, enveloping Jiang Mo's body, making his physical body extremely strong.

With the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword in his hand, Jiang Mo's black hair fluttering, unstoppable.

"Raging Dragon Strangulation!"

Shi Jianglong took a deep breath, and the magic spear in his hand gushed out a rich black qi, covering the sky, and then his wrist flicked, and the black demonic qi, wrapped in the spear, came towards the place where Jiang Mo was, and killed again.

Before the spear arrived, the ground had been pierced by that momentum, a big hole with a radius of dozens of feet, bottomless.

The corners of Jiang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and his palms were sealed, blasting out a huge Yuan Force shield in front of him.

At the same time, he silently uttered a few obscure syllables in his mouth.

"Wind, earth!"

This is the dragon language spirit!

However, Shi Jianglong didn't know that when he saw the Yuanli shield in front of Jiang Mo, he sneered and said, "Are you already exhausted in donkey skills?"

When the words fell, his whole person, along with the black magic spear, was stabbing at Jiang Chen.

Click!

The magic spear stabbed on the shield of the elemental force, and in an instant, the shield was filled with long cracks.

Immediately, it exploded.

"You're dead!"

Shi Jianglong's face showed excitement.

However, just as he was about to break through Jiang Mo's defense, suddenly, a violent wind surged, carrying the gravel, turning into a huge sandstorm and exploding directly from the soles of Shi Jianglong's feet.

"What the hell is this weather, there is actually a sandstorm!"

Shi Jianglong muttered and cursed.

However, a fluttering word fell into his ears, causing the deputy palace master of Cangyun Palace to suddenly break out in a cold sweat.

"Hehe, is it just the weather?"

Jiang Mo's words fell on Shi Jianglong's ears like a nightmare.

At this moment, Shi Jianglong's face changed suddenly, and he knew that this sandstorm was not formed because of the weather.

It's because someone is manipulating this power of heaven and earth.

"Storm Sword Style!"

The corners of Jiang Mo's mouth hooked, a sneer flashed, and in an instant, the vitality was wrapped in the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword, turning into an incomparably violent desolate beast, and rushing towards the Shijiang Dragon who was submerged by the sandstorm.

Boom, boom, boom, boom......

The terrifying sword intent, along with the sandstorm, tore at Shi Jianglong's body.

The delusion-breaking three-killing sword left by Song Yinian is broad and profound, just this violent sword style makes the Shijiang dragon embarrassed.

In the sandstorm, blood shot out from time to time.

Shi Jianglong's miserable voice was mixed with the sandstorm, and no one heard his cries for help at all.

"You can't really kill him. ”

Jiang Mo secretly said in his heart.

Shi Jianglong is the deputy palace master of Cangyun Palace, if he is killed, I am afraid that the palace master of Cangyun Palace will directly lead the army to raze Zhentian Pavilion.

After all, the two sides are still in peace talks and have not yet torn their faces.

Even if Zhentian Pavilion could withstand the attack of Cangyun Palace, when the time came, I am afraid that it would be a heavy casualties.

This is the most fatal for the newly established sect.

"It's going to take time. Give me some more time, and when the time comes, I will arrange the space-time strangulation formation around Zhentian Pavilion. That's when it's time to sit back and relax. ”

"Deputy Palace Master Shi, you are defeated. ”

Jiang Mo's voice resounded around him, making everyone's eyes move over, and sure enough, they saw Shi Jianglong in rags.

The terrible sandstorm had torn his clothes.

After the words fell, the surrounding sandstorm gradually dissipated.

Shi Jianglong was covered in blood, and that violent sword style made this deputy palace master of Cangyun Palace extremely embarrassed, but it would not hurt his life.

The subordinates he brought with him all stared at him in astonishment, obviously not expecting that the deputy palace master would be defeated so badly.

The corners of Wei Zhixi's eyes twitched, he looked at the hot Wu Nu, and then at Jiang Mo, and quickly put away his obscene gaze.

If he still doesn't know how to advance or retreat, I'm afraid, there will be no good end.

"You are indeed strong, I am defeated. Just in that sandstorm, with your strength, you can kill me. The reason why you didn't do this was because you were worried about Cangyun Palace's revenge, right?" Shi Jianglong wiped the blood on his body and looked at Jiang Mo with burning eyes.

"It's not that I'm afraid of retaliation, but I don't want to die in the net. Jiang Mo said in a deep voice.

This sentence made Shi Jianglong's face tremble.

Don't want to die and break the net?

In that case, Jiang Mo thought that he already had the strength to fight with Cangyun Palace, although it might be the kind that killed a thousand enemies and lost eight hundred.

His gaze swept over the many monks behind Jiang Mo, and from these people, Shi Jianglong could detect that he was afraid that they all had the strength of the Martial Saint realm.

Moreover, the most tricky thing is that the army of nearly 100,000 ghouls stands there, giving people a silent sense of oppression.

The monks of the Martial Saint Realm said to them that if their strength was lower, they would not have any chance of winning when they encountered these ghouls who did not know the pain.

"Before, you killed my deacon of Cangyun Palace, from now on, you will stop here. I, Cangyun Palace, am not to blame for the past. Shi Jianglong waved his hand and spoke.

"This is the best, then, should this person be handed over to me?" Jiang Mo's gaze fell on Quan Zhijian.

Seeing this, the latter was clever, hurriedly protected Shi Jianglong's thigh, and cried: "Please save me from the deputy palace master!"

How miserable it was, how miserable it was.

Shi Jianglong glanced at Quan Zhijian coldly, and said indifferently: "The most disgusting thing in my life is a traitor!"

As soon as the words fell, his vitality exploded and he kicked Quan Zhijian out with one kick.

(End of chapter)