Chapter 612: The Hope of the Holy Martial Sword Sect

The scorpion dragon's staff contained the full force of the two-star martial venerable, and in an instant, the space fluctuated, and bursts of energy ripples spread out.

Jiang Mo's face was shocked, but Su Lang smiled slightly, his expression was not too panicked, but there was a touch of relief.

"It's okay, let him come!" Su Lang smiled, and the black empty sword suddenly came out of his hand and directly met the wooden staff.

The originally invincible Soul Shaking Staff, at this moment, can't be saved.

The golden token that symbolized the order of the sect master finally fell into Jiang Mo's hands.

But Jiang Mo clearly saw that a trace of blood overflowed from Su Lang's mouth.

"Sect Master......" Jiang Mo hurriedly shouted.

Su Lang waved his hand, his face became serious, and asked, "Do you remember what I said just now?"

"Disciple keep it in mind!"

Jiang Mo nodded heavily and said seriously.

The black light on that Empty Silence Sword became thicker and thicker, and even the Scorpion Dragon, whose strength had reached the level of a two-star martial artist, could not break through that layer of defense no matter how hard he tried his best.

"Sect Master, he ......" Jiang Mo was a little shocked in his heart, he could see that Su Lang seemed to be overdrawing his life and making a final explanation.

"Jiang Mo quickly went to the Sword Tablet Square!

Just when Jiang Mo's mind was a little scattered, Su Lang's voice came into his ears.

Jiang Mo didn't dare to slack off, shook the black wings behind him, and quickly swept towards the Sword Tablet Square, and the thirteen sect monks who intercepted him along the way were all shocked into a blood mist by them.

Just as Jiang Mo arrived at the Sword Tablet Square, a white pillar of light rose into the sky, enveloping Jiang Mo in it.

At this moment, Jiang Mo only felt an overwhelming sense of swordsmanship, surging towards his mind.

The feeling is like a person who has been hungry for three days and three nights, and suddenly he is presented with a table of fine wine and food, and the ecstasy is almost indescribable.

"Could it be that this is the great creation that the sect master gave me, it turned out that the feelings in the sword tablet were transferred to me!"

Jiang Mo suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and bowed to Su Lang, "Disciple, thank you for the gift from the sect master!"

The scorpion dragon was never able to break through the barrier of the Empty Silence Sword, and became angry and attacked wildly, causing the entire space to fall into turmoil.

At this time, the blood stains on the corners of Su Lang's mouth became thicker and thicker, and finally blood spurted from his mouth.

"Hehe, Su Lang, I see that you passed on the position of sect master to that kid, and he can't do without the Holy Martial Sword Sect!"

Scorpion Dragon said with a sinister smile.

"Hmph, if this seat can't even think of these, then it will be in vain to be the sect master for so many years!"

Su Lang seemed to return to the light, and the empty sword flew back, merging with it, and in an instant, the human sword was one, and the black light was magnificent!

A milky white torrent that could not be described in words at all suddenly crossed the sky and poured directly into Jiang Mo's body.

Jiang Mo's body stood in place, not moving, he felt a familiar breath from the torrent of Yuan Force, since Su Lang had passed on the position of sect master to him, he would not harm him again.

"Jiang Mo, this is the condensation of this seat's lifelong cultivation, you are good at life refining, it is enough to make your cultivation have a huge leap forward......! The burden of the revival of the Holy Martial Sword Sect will be handed over to you......"

With the words like a testament, the torrent of Yuan Force flowed into Jiang Mo's body and stored it gently, which had no effect on his meridians.

"Sect Master ......"

"Please Senior Brother Jiang Mo to strengthen my Holy Martial Sword Sect!"

"The revival of my Holy Martial Sword Sect depends entirely on Senior Brother Jiang Mo......

Seeing this scene, the countless disciples and elders of the Holy Martial Sword Sect were extremely sad, a huge sect, even the sect master was a soldier, and only one disciple had any hope of escaping!

"Su Lang, this guy, actually passed on his lifelong cultivation to that kid!"

The Scorpion Dragon Zi looked at this scene in horror, even if Su Lang was dead and alive, if Jiang Mo was allowed to escape, there would definitely be another Kendo Venerable in the future, which was really a thorn in the flesh for the Scorpion Dragon Zi!

"Kill that kid anyway!"

The scorpion dragon's eyes were gloomy, and the wand of the soul shook the wand and let out a ghost crying wolf howl, facing Jiang Mo, a rod slammed down, and the purple ghost phantom attacked and killed.

"Scorpion Dragon, can you really think that this seat has disappeared?"

The sword qi of the entire Holy Martial Sword Sect gathered and turned into a phantom, and the appearance of that phantom was undoubtedly Su Lang.

I saw that Su Lang's phantom slapped a palm at the scorpion dragon and the nearly 10,000 monks of the thirteen factions below, and in an instant, the sky collapsed, and the sun and moon were gone!

"It's ...... I didn't expect that this old guy Su Lang had even cultivated Wu Zunjin!"

The Scorpion Dragon's face changed drastically, and he tried with all his might to resist the blow.

"Boom!"

The storm of destruction swept away in an instant, and that palm almost slapped half of the thirteen sect monks directly into pulp.

And the scorpion dragon didn't get any better, the wand of the Soul Shaker broke directly into two, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood from his mouth, and his breath was much weaker.

"It's a pity, this martial power, even if it exhausts the strength of his life, he can only use it once, otherwise, he will kill the old man of the scorpion dragon on the spot!"

Looking at the scorpion dragon who was not yet dead, Su Lang shook his head and sighed a little.

"Hehe, Su Lang, but how are you going to protect the future sect master of your Holy Martial Sword Sect next!"

Obviously, the scorpion dragon also saw that Su Lang was exhausted, and immediately sneered.

The phantom in the sky stopped talking, his figure became lighter and lighter, and he said, "Jiang Mo, I will send you away from the Holy Martial Sword Sect!"

Seeing this scene, the scorpion dragon originally wanted to stop it, but he hesitated when he thought of Su Lang's death-defying counterattack just now.

While he hesitated, Su Lang's hands were divided in the sky, and a spatial crack was torn open in an instant, the crack was not big, but it was not difficult to pass through one person.

"Jiang Mo hurry up, this seat won't last long. Su Lang's voice became weaker and weaker.

Seeing this, Jiang Mo's body moved, swept towards the spatial crack, and bowed down to Su Lang and the entire Saint Martial Sword Sect and said, "As long as Jiang Mo does not die for a day, he will regard the revival of the Saint Martial Sword Sect as a top priority, and take it as his responsibility to kill the old dog scorpion dragon!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Mo no longer hesitated, turned around and stepped into the spatial crack.

The scorpion dragon finally reacted, and the wand of the Soul Shock was thrown out directly, blasting into the spatial crack, and everyone saw that the spatial crack slowly fluctuated, and finally dissipated invisibly.

And Jiang Mo's figure also disappeared in this world.

"Su Lang, you are willing enough! you have dispersed your lifelong cultivation, aren't you afraid that the old man will completely crush the Holy Martial Sword Sect?"

Su Lang ignored him, but leaned over to look at the thousands of Holy Martial Sword Sect disciples and elders below, and asked, "How can any of my Holy Martial Sword Sect monks be afraid of death?"

"Nope!"

Lang Lang's voice shook nine days!

"As long as that little guy is alive, there is hope for the revival of the Holy Martial Sword Sect!"

Su Lang raised his head to the sky and roared, and the huge phantom exploded, and even the scorpion dragon was swept in......

(End of chapter)