The sword falls.

Onterror!

Earthquake!

The sky above his head was suddenly dark, as if the day and night had been reversed, viscous as ink.

The Dao United Front Platform trembled slightly at the moment, and seemed to be trembling for this sword.

At this moment, all the cultivators who witnessed this scene stiffened at the same time, and their souls were faintly locked by a terrifying aura.

Sharp, domineering, with the majesty of looking at all things in heaven and earth, cutting through everything.

The eyes of the Lord of the Divine Sect shrank violently, and the strong threat made his mind almost condense at this moment!

But after all, he was a super powerhouse who cultivated to the second step of the Heavenly Dao, and he forcibly broke free at the critical moment, and under the influence of the breath of this sword, he raised his hands and pushed forward.

"Death of the Old Gods!"

With a low roar, the Lord of the Cult turned pale, and it was obvious that the blow was extremely detrimental to him.

An ancient god phantom appeared, taller and more solid, and the stars and bright moon in his eyes were almost like real objects. He took one step, and at the same time, a layer of blood appeared around the phantom of the ancient gods, and then turned into flames, burning fiercely.

Fiery red as blood!

At this moment, the phantom of the ancient gods is like a meteorite burning with blood flames, destroying everything.

Boom Boom –

The terrifying power that stirred up tore apart the darkness of the sky and dissolved the power of Mo Yu's sword.

Under the eyes of the Lord of the Divine Cult, a different color flashed.

He was extremely depleted, and it was not so easy to unleash the Death of the Ancient Gods, and he could resist it.

Mo Yu's body stiffened slightly, his movements paused slightly, his eyes closed, and his brows furrowed slightly, revealing a trace of pain.

An unyielding terrifying divine thought blasted into his body, this is the remnant of the dead ancient god, which has not dissipated after countless years, which is enough to know how terrifying it is.

The Lord of the Divine Sect did not pause, his body roared, and he raised his hand to Mo Yu's eyebrows.

Just when his fingertips were less than a few inches from the center of his eyebrows, Mo Yu's eyes opened suddenly, revealing mockery in his coldness.

The Lord of the Divine Cult was shocked, and he pointed out a finger without stopping, and the speed was even faster!

But when his fingers were last inches away from the center of Mo Yu's eyebrows, they could no longer fall.

A sword intent, almost condensed into substance, covered him all over his body.

Poof-

The sharp weapon pierced into the sound of flesh and blood, and the figure of the master of the Divine Cult exploded back, and there was an extra bloody mouth on his chest, and the blood wet the robe.

His face turned pale, his eyes were full of shock and puzzlement, "How can you resist the remnants of the ancient gods?"

Mo Yu was silent, and in the soul space, the ancient tree inheritance runes of the soul suppression tree kept flickering.

But when it comes to him, the biggest secret, naturally he won't say much.

He raised his hand, the long sword shook, and the Lord of the Divine Sect snorted, and the suppressed sword intent in the wound on his chest exploded, instantly causing his entire chest to be blurred with flesh and blood. Originally, it was just a small sword wound, but it was almost torn open and became a large transparent hole.

Even with the will of the Lord of the Divine Sect, he couldn't help but be covered in cold sweat at this moment, and a white light came out of his palm, pressing it on his chest, and the terrible wound actually stopped bleeding soon.

Mo Yu's expression was calm, it was just a superficial healing, and the injuries caused by the Xuanhuang Sword could not be easily recovered.

The long sword in his hand was another roar!

The face of the Lord of the Divine Sect changed greatly, and with a "crackling" sound, the wounds on his chest were all shattered again!

Although it is not as terrible as the first time, the damage caused is more serious!

"Yumo, do you want to kill the sect master, don't you be afraid of touching the Holy Clan and sending down the wrath of thunder!"

Shura......

In the depths of Mo Yu's eyes, there was a trace of imperceptible coldness, but he soon revealed a little dazed.

After suspecting Jiang Wujie, or the Xuanhuang Ancestor, all the news he got had to be marked with a question mark.

The fall of Emperor Xuan, and the Shura and the Holy Demon clan, it is difficult to say what kind of relationship it is.

Suppressing these thoughts, Mo Yu's expression became more and more indifferent, "Divine Sect, do you still want to meddle in the affairs of the Sword Sect?"

The face of the Lord of the Divine Cult froze!

He could feel Mo Yu's cold and indifferent indifference, and the hidden killing intent.

If he didn't give a satisfactory answer, he really dared to kill him!

Lunatic...... This is a madman......

The Lord of the Divine Cult was cold in his heart, and although he was unwilling, he had to bow his head under the threat of death.

"Divine Sect, from now on, we will never be involved in the affairs of the Sword Sect again!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly felt a heat on his face, and turned around to leave.

"Wait. Mo Yu spoke lightly, ignoring his embarrassed gaze, turned around and raised his sword, sweeping around the surroundings, "You, who else has intentions that are not good for my Sword Sect." ”

Pointed at the tip of the sword, the body of the Ten Directions Dao Sect cultivator stiffened in unison, and the bottom of his heart was uncontrollable, gushing out with a coldness.

With the experience of the Lord of the Divine Sect, they had no doubt that Mo Yu dared to attack them!

What's more, he has that quality.

After all, even if this matter was a big problem, it was their unreasonable decision that the Sword Sect was defeated.

The Holy Clan has always been fair in matters of Taoism, and may not be on their side.

There was silence.

Mo Yu nodded, "Very good! Since you all have no opinions, then my Sword Sect will announce the final verdict." ”

"The Wuji Sword Sect challenged the Sword Sect's status as the Dao leader and failed, and immediately disbanded the Wuji Sword Sect in accordance with the regulations, and all the wealth and interests of the sect belonged to the Sword Sect. ”

On the side of the Infinite Sword Sect, everyone was bloodless in an instant, and their hearts were almost collapsed.

"No, dissolve the Wuji Sword Sect, don't you think about it!" Xuanyun Ancestor suddenly burst into tears, and in his heavy breathing, a strange red light welled up from under his eyes, "It's you!"

"Damn you!"

Boom –

The terrifying sword intent erupted from his body, chaotic and furious!

Gone mad, sword intent rampage.

This scene that should never have appeared on the Heavenly Dao Sword Cultivator was really staged in front of everyone's eyes.

The Lord of the Divine Cult took the opportunity to retreat, and a pair of eyes were filled with anticipation.

A Heavenly Dao sword cultivator went violently, it may not be impossible, and he dragged Mo Yu to accompany him to the funeral.

"Die, die!" he roared.

Mo Yu frowned, then calmed down, he took a step forward, and the long sword in his hand suddenly vibrate.

Extremely sharp, piercing through gold and iron!

The majestic and noble sword aura slammed into Xuanyun Ancestor's mind, causing him to stiffen in his crazy state.

Poof-

The long sword pierced through the center of the eyebrows, and a few drops of blood splashed away, falling next to the wide eyes, all unwilling.

Mo Yu coldly put away his sword, watching the corpse fall, and felt slightly happy in his heart. If it weren't for the Xuanyun Ancestor's confusion, he wouldn't have been able to do it, and with the help of the momentum of the King-level Xuanhuang Sword, he would be easily killed.

If it really went berserk, the counterattack of a Heavenly Dao Sword cultivator who was killed made people feel terrifying when they thought about it.

Exhaling lightly, his gaze swept across, and everywhere he passed, all the cultivators of the eleven directions bowed their heads.

Mo Yu turned around, "Live up to the promise." ”

Jian Wudao's lips trembled slightly, and he suddenly struggled to get up, bowing on one knee, "Jian Wudao, see the sect master!"

Jian Wuya's expressions changed slightly, and then they reacted, Jian Wudao was running out of time, and this was arranging the future for the Sword Sect. A trace of sentimentality welled up in their hearts, but they did not pause in their movements, and knelt down after them, "See the sect master!"

In the rear, countless Sword Sect disciples bowed down at the same time.

"See the Sect Master!"

The sound of agitation soared into the sky, and countless swords echoed in the sky!

......

Yu Xuanjifang's heart was beating, looking at the black mask, his eyes unconsciously became extremely soft.

Beside her, Ziyan's beautiful eyes were full of excitement, her small mouth opened slightly to gasp, and her pretty face turned red.

"Seven Elders...... Suzerain......

In a low voice, her gaze became extremely hot.