No matter, fight it! As soon as he gritted his teeth, Mo Yun made a palm imprint on the different stones. The stone trembled violently, and layers of light gradually lit up on it.

The light was like a bamboo, constantly breaking through to the upper floors, and in an instant, it had lit up with a dazzling purple color, stinging his eyes.

A touch of joy crossed his heart, but he didn't expect that this strange stone actually needed to be continuously injected with sword true power, and once it stopped, it would lose its light.

As soon as he thought of this, he had no worries, and the true power of the sword rushed into the strange stone.

A trace of silver-white light appeared, but the aura overshadowed the purple a hundred times. Jun Qianlei and the others on the side stared intently at the different stones, for fear of missing something.

His face remained unchanged as he continued to infuse the true power of the sword.

On top of the different stones, the silver light was flourishing, covering the purple light in one fell swoop, and it successfully reached the level of the ninth qualification. Jun Qianlei and the others had a satisfied smile on their faces, and did not interrupt Mo Yun and let him perform.

It didn't stop, quietly spinning another sea of qi, and the sword true power poured in crazily.

"Hum~!" A strange humming sound sounded from the strange stone, and a trace of majestic golden light flashed! The original starry sky was gradually gloomy, and the boundless aura gathered!

This is where the sect of the Sword Xuanzong is located, and the aura is so thick that in almost a dozen breaths, it forms a cloud of several miles in size.

This is a thunderstorm from the sky, and it is necessary to destroy the qualifications of the heavens!

Ming Xuanzhen's expression was solemn, and he looked up to the sky and sighed: "The clouds appeared, and the qualifications are against the sky!

He continued: "However, with me here, how can you allow the world to be presumptuous! Even if it is a thunderstorm, you must retreat!"

Ming Xuanzhen's momentum rose endlessly, he rose into the air in an instant, standing in mid-air, his body was wrapped in a thousand-zhang sword gang, looking up at the clouds, his face condensed, and whispered: "The future hope of my Sword Xuanzong, how can you allow you to destroy!"

One hand stretched out, and the edge was extinguished. The strength of the Ming Xuan True Quasi-Sword Sect exploded, contending with the clouds of calamity! The power of the strong, even heaven and earth, did not dare to suppress it!

Below, Mo Yun did not stop, the true power of the sword gushed out wildly, the golden light of the different stones became more and more abundant, and the silver mangs were gradually suppressed. Suddenly shouted: "Light me up!" The momentum of the whole body is so strong that it is eye-catching, this is no longer something that a swordsman can have.

In an instant, the golden light exploded, spreading across the entire space! Everyone subconsciously closed their eyes.

Jun Qianlei suddenly high-fived and laughed: "Good, good, good~!"

Three in a row, already satisfied to the extreme.

"Spirit qualifications, I won't be out for ten thousand years, I don't want my Sword Xuanzong, but I have the honor to accept one, this is the creation of my Sword Xuanzong!" another ancestor exclaimed.

Mo Yun stood in the center of the golden light, like a god descending from the earth, majestic. His eyes are like electricity, and his eyes are wide and horizontal!

Ming Xuanzhen also looked at the situation at the peak, and he couldn't help but be happy at this moment, he was overjoyed, and suddenly roared, and the spirit soldier in his body appeared in his hand, and his body rushed towards the thunder tribulation!

"Break it for me!" Old Ancestor shouted, and a silver-white sword of nearly a thousand feet appeared in the dark night sky, and above it was the clouds like ink, and the thunder walked wildly.

Flying under the clouds, he drank again, and Jian Gang seemed to tear the sky apart with an invincible momentum, and slashed it down. The silver-white sword gang instantly pierced into the cloud robbery, stirring wildly, the aura was disordered, and the cloud was about to fall.

"Haha, come again!" Ming Xuanzhen laughed wildly, his left hand was erected, and countless sword spiritual power spurted again, turning into another sword gang of nearly a thousand zhang, and slashed down with electricity.

Two huge swords stirred in the clouds. Beside him, the visible ice condensed, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

"Disperse~!" A thunderstorm shouted, the two swords shook suddenly, the clouds seemed to lose support, continued to dissipate, turned into boundless aura, bursts of thunder went away, and the stars broke through the darkness and sprinkled brilliance again!

In the boundless pride, Ming Xuanzhen turned down and landed beside Jun Qianlei.

Mo Yun stood beside the strange stone, waiting for the ancestor to speak. There is a sharp edge in his eyes. The strength of the Quasi-Sword Sect was deeply imprinted in my mind, and I didn't dare to forget it. In his opinion, this kind of almost invincible might, the boundless pride that dares to stand up to heaven and earth, isn't it exactly what his heart desires?

Laughing can move the wind and clouds, anger dares to cold the sea, laughter and scolding, slashing strong enemies with swords, and blood stains thousands of miles! Arrogant and arrogant, ignoring the power of heaven and earth and thunder, the majesty of the strong is fully displayed!

Ming Xuanzhen bowed, and his sharp eyes stared at him.

The latter's heart suddenly rose boundless crisis, under this look, as if all secrets were to be exposed and could not be hidden. I was shocked in my heart, if the ancestor really dealt with him, there would be no chance!

All this comes from strength! In the face of almost invincible and powerful strength, any plan to resist is useless and will be destroyed one by one! The so-called one force will drop ten meetings, and this is the case! Let you use all kinds of strategies, I will break it with supreme strength!

I have to have strength! Otherwise, in the face of a powerful enemy, I won't even have a chance to escape! First after experiencing the pursuit of the Flying Thunder Tiger, and then seeing the invincible strength of the Ming Xuan True Ancestor Quasi-Sword Sect, he has never been so thirsty for strong strength as at this moment!

Boundless longing rose in the bottom of my heart, but in my eyes, there was endless fire burning!

"A true genius, my Sword Xuanzong also gave birth to one!" Ming Xuanzhen finally spoke, with joy in his words and a faint smile on his face. For him, I'm afraid it won't be as many laughs as he has laughed today for decades!

The corners of Jun Qianlei's mouth twitched fiercely, and he was secretly speechless.

"Mo Yun, Er Nai's spiritual qualifications, future achievements, unlimited, I don't know if you are willing to worship me as a teacher? I will teach carefully, learn what I have learned in my life, and teach me everything!" Ming Xuanzhen said, which made the atmosphere present change suddenly!

More people are deeply helpless in their hearts! With such qualifications, who doesn't want to be included in the door! Even Jun Qianlei is at the moment, and the same is true! However, Mingxuan is really his senior brother, and his strength is even higher than it, even if he has the heart to fight, he is also powerless!

And the many peak master elders behind the ancestors have already lost their qualifications! With an ancestor speaking out, who would dare to risk the world's condemnation and touch this moldy head?

The aura of the three of the Dragon Zero Senior Brothers dispersed, and they were extremely depressed! The Ancestor wanted to be personally admitted to the sect, and no one in the entire Sword Xuan Sect dared to disobey them! They were only small tenth generation disciples, and they had no qualifications to speak at all, and even their master was too far behind!

He deeply regretted why he hadn't pulled him under the door earlier, and he had missed out. When you become a disciple of your ancestors, you will never have a chance to intersect!

Long Ling was deeply unwilling, with endless loss in his eyes, he took a step forward and said in a very low voice: "Master~"

The listless figure in front of him looked back lazily and asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

He was stunned and found the helplessness in his master's eyes. I wanted to say something more, but I swallowed it back and stepped forward, but I was already pulled by Huang Fei!

Huang Fei's cultivation is not as high as Long Linggao, but he has brute strength and pulls him alive. Shaking his head slightly, he said in a low voice: "He is destined not to belong to my True Sword Peak, let it go!"

A word woke up Long Zero. He was so gloomy that he buried his head low!

Everyone present all looked at Mo Yun, waiting for his answer.

Being watched by so many eyes, but not the slightest discomfort. With indifference on his face, he bowed his head slightly, staring at his toes, as if he was thinking. The corner of his eye swept to the dim figure in the distance.

He sighed slightly, and said to himself: "My Senior Brother Long, am I that kind of snobbish villain? I don't trust me so much, I must teach you a lesson in the future!"

For half a column of incense, everyone was almost impatient.

Only then did he slowly raise his head, his eyes shining brightly. Staring at Ming Xuanzhen Ancestor without the slightest fear, the words were sonorous: "Ancestor, the disciple refuses!"

As soon as he said that, everyone changed color, including Ming Xuanzhen!

As soon as the momentum of Ming Xuanzhen Ancestor changed, he was about to attack. In Sword Xuanzong, no one dared to disobey him. Tonight, Mo Yun was so bold that he disobeyed the will of the Ancestors! Even the elders and several peak masters behind the Ancestors all had a great change in their faces. They almost subconsciously thought that something was going to happen!

"Huh~?" Old Ancestor let out a sound from his nose, his eyes were extremely cold, and the powerful momentum was all forced towards the young man in front of him.

The pressure was approaching, and Mo Yun understood how powerful the Quasi-Sword Sect really was! The incomparable pressure from the soul was overwhelming. The bones creaked all over his body, and cold sweat continued to ooze.

This pressure pressed him to the ground, to make him kneel.

His eyes were split, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth in protest, but he refused to bow his head at all. The swordsman is arrogant, how can he admit defeat in front of the strong! Even if I lose my life, I have to contend with it! I have endless arrogance, how can I be convinced? Even if you are a quasi-sword sect master, you can't do it!

The mind is firm, the body is more and more straight, the eyes are full of madness, staring at Ming Xuanzhen, extremely stubborn.

Jun Qianlei was first stunned in his heart, and then he was happy. Mo Yun rejected his senior brother, isn't that cheapening himself?

Ming Xuanzhen didn't expect him to fight desperately, refused to bow his head, his momentum continued to increase, and secretly said: I don't believe it, you refuse to bow your head!

The intense and extreme power was like a mountain, pressing on top of his head. Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, staring at Ming Xuanzhen, just unwilling to kneel. He had only one thought, he couldn't kneel! This kneeling not only broke his arrogant bones, but also damaged the foundation of the sword!

He couldn't hold on to his eyes, Jun Qianlei took a step forward quietly, disintegrating Ming Xuanzhen's momentum into invisibility! He smiled apologetically at his senior brother and said, "Senior brother, such a good seedling, can you bear it?"

Mo Yun, who was relieved, suddenly relaxed, straightened up, took a deep breath, suppressed the churning in his heart, and stood in place.

Ming Xuanzhen also felt that he had gone too far, and secretly regretted it, but he snorted coldly and did not answer.

Jun Qianlei saw that Ming Xuanzhen didn't speak, so he put his mind at ease, and after glancing around, he stopped at Mo Yun.

"You don't have a lot of courage! Do you know what it means to reject the ancestor?" Jun Qianlei asked coldly, but when he looked at him, he was more and more appreciative.

"The disciple knows~!" he replied lightly, his green clothes swinging.

"It's just that I don't know the height of the sky! Well, for the sake of you, you are a spiritual body, and I will give you another chance, all the ancestors present, you can choose one of them to worship the door, okay?"