Seeing this violent scene, everyone was speechless, and for a while, the place fell into a deathly silence.

The strength of the evil man, in Cangyun Palace, although it is not the top, but at least it is at the first-class level.

However, he couldn't even catch Jiang Mo's move.

Quan Zhijian, who had defected to Cangyun Palace, saw the evil man who was killed with a sword, his face trembled, and cold sweat flowed down.

"This ......" a hoarse voice came out of his throat, with his strength, if he met Jiang Mo, I am afraid it would only be a matter of a sword.

"The Pavilion Master is mighty!"

On the Zhentian Pavilion's side, seeing Jiang Mo showing his majesty, he couldn't help but cheer, and the pressure brought by Cangyun Palace's side had completely dissipated into nothingness.

Jiang Mo has such a power, which can make those who support him full of hope.

On the side of Cangyun Palace, everyone was pale.

Especially Shi Jianglong, the deputy pavilion master, frowned tightly, and his anger was about to erupt at any time.

"Damn, you actually killed the people of my Cangyun Palace!" Shi Jianglong roared, and the momentum of the four-star martial saint suddenly bloomed like a volcanic eruption.

Jiang Mo looked directly at the other party and said indifferently: "This person killed the person of my Zhentian Pavilion, if I spare his life, I am not worthy of being the pavilion master of Zhentian Pavilion!"

Jiang Mo's tough tone made Shi Jianglong slightly stunned, and he suddenly thought that with the strength that Jiang Mo had just shown, even he might not be able to win the battle.

When the words fell, Jiang Mo stretched out his hand, his eyes fell directly on Quan Zhijian's body, and said coldly: "This person betrayed my Zhentian Pavilion, no matter what, he must also die!"

Today's events, everyone in Zhentian Pavilion is in their eyes, if Quan Zhijian is spared, then once danger comes in the future, the people of Zhentian Pavilion are like him, won't they be wiped out?

Hearing Jiang Mo's cold words, Quan Zhijian's body suddenly trembled, and he only felt a cold feeling spread to his heart.

Shi Jianglong's face was pale, his eyes stared at Jiang Mo deadly, and said, "It's not enough to kill the people of my Cangyun Palace, you still want to kill the people who return to obedience?"

Jiang Mo didn't answer, only to see his palm stand up, and suddenly in the Zhentian Pavilion, there was a neat and loud sound of armor colliding.

This is a team of elite men who have been fighting for a long time.

As early as when Zhentian Pavilion was established, Jiang Mo ordered people to recruit soldiers, but it was not possible to rely on casual cultivation alone.

In addition, one after another, figures broke through the air, and there were nearly a thousand figures, suspended in mid-air, and each breath was released, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The three corpse generals controlled by Jiang Mo at that time had the ability to summon the necromancer, making the fallen monk turn into a ghoul.

Although after the previous war, the ghouls have consumed a lot, but among the three corpse generals, there are many ghouls who have been resurrected.

So that the number of ghoul armies is still maintained at 100,000.

With their capabilities, this is already the limit.

Looking at the dense figures, especially the feeling of oppression brought by the army of 100,000 ghouls, Shi Jianglong's face turned extremely pale.

"Now, do you think I'm qualified to kill him?" Jiang Mo leaned over and asked coldly at Shi Jianglong.

The atmosphere in the field was extremely oppressive, and even Shi Jianglong felt that he could not fight against this huge army of ghouls.

What's more, there are thousands of monks, standing in the air, eyeing each other.

This force is probably comparable to Cangyun Palace.

And Shi Jianglong came over this time, but he only brought a small batch of elites.

"Deputy Palace Master Shi, I dare to say that if you really collide with my Zhentian Pavilion, you may be able to escape from here. The others, don't want to leave half of it!"

Jiang Mo's momentum had already suppressed the other party, and on the side of Zhentian Pavilion, the people's hearts were greatly boosted.

Shi Jianglong's face was ugly, he was a dignified four-star martial saint, but he was actually suppressed by Jiang Mo.

After his face alternated blue and white for a while, Shi Jianglong finally spoke: "I can give you a chance to challenge me, if you can defeat me, then I won't ask anything about you killing the people of my Cangyun Palace, as well as Quan Zhijian." ”

"Do you dare to take it?"

Hearing this, Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows, if a big war really broke out, it was true that he could kill many people in Cangyun Palace, but it would also be very unfavorable to Zhentian Pavilion.

I'm afraid of a lot of damage.

Since he can rely on his own strength to turn the tide, then there is no need to sacrifice others.

"Well, if I prevail over you, then this traitor will be handed over to me. Jiang Mo nodded.

On the side, Wu Nu and the others looked a little worried.

That Shi Jianglong, but a genuine four-star martial saint, what if there is any accident in the pavilion master?

On the side of Zhentian Pavilion, there are already more than a dozen Martial Saint Realm cultivators, which is a very huge force, even if it is a hard battle with Cangyun Palace, it is nothing.

Jiang Mo is the backbone of Zhentian Pavilion!

"Haha, happy, Pavilion Master Jiang is really a happy person!" Seeing Jiang Mo agree, a murderous intent flashed on Shi Jianglong's face.

As long as he kills Jiang Mo in the middle of the battle, then this Zhentian Pavilion will be self-defeating.

When the time comes, isn't it for Cangyun Palace to knead?

As the words fell, Shi Jianglong's body was vertical, his palms poked out, and he bombarded Jiang Mo fiercely.

"Demon Cloud Palm!"

He let out a loud shout, and the black vitality gathered and turned into a troll palm.

The black vitality, as if carrying a corrosive force, made the faces of the people around him sink.

Jiang Mo's face remained unchanged, the vitality in his body gushed out, and a golden palm print also bombarded out.

In an instant, the surrounding power was emptied and merged into the golden palm print.

Imperial Seal!

Jiang Mo let out a low roar, and his palms collided with the Shijiang Dragon fiercely.

In an instant, the violent Yuan Force dispersed in all directions, forming a terrifying storm that swept away all around.

Knock, knock, knock!

Jiang Mo's body took dozens of steps backwards, and the qi and blood in his body were tumbling, if it was to fight the realm, he was indeed not Shi Jianglong's opponent.

However, in battle, the realm does not represent all strength.

Jiang Mo slammed the soles of his feet, and forcibly stopped the trend of retreating, and a monstrous cyan flame erupted behind him.

The temperature of the flames was extremely hot, and when it appeared, everyone couldn't help but retreat.

However, Shi Jianglong's momentum increased at this time, and a magic spear appeared in his hand, which was a superb spiritual weapon, and its power was extremely powerful.

"Boy, today is the time for you to die!" Shi Jianglong shouted angrily, the magic spear stabbed out wildly, and the sound of gods and demons roaring seemed to come from his ears.

For a time, the magic power of heaven and earth was rolling, and the black gas was monstrous.

Jiang Mo took a deep breath, his eyes closed slightly, and he suddenly entered a mysterious state.

Kendo Five Heavens: Kenshin is clear!

In the next moment, Jiang Mo slashed out with a sword, and the monstrous cyan flames behind him suddenly gathered together, turning into an incomparably terrifying sword light, slashing down towards the black magic spear.

(End of chapter)