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In the depths of the Sword Washing Pool, a battle with the spirit soldiers is unfolding.

On top of a boulder, the Sword Xuan Ancestor Army Qianlei sat safely and cross-legged, with a breath all over his body and a far-reaching origin. His eyes were half-closed, and his formless divine sense stayed in the depths of the passage, paying attention to Mo Yun's battle.

When he swept the Seven Evil Swords that were fighting with Mo Yun, his body shook, his eyes suddenly opened, and he said in shock: "Seven Swords! Good boy, you are bold enough!"

"However, your boy's chances of winning this battle are not high!, but don't disappoint me!" the ancestor muttered to himself, and settled down again.

Mo Yun stared at the black shadow in the blood mist, and his battle intent was high! This black shadow was condensed by the Seven Evil Blades, and its strength was beyond imagination. Even if the hole cards are exhausted, there is no certainty of victory! In the face of a powerful enemy, he does not retreat at all, and the fire in his eyes is burning.

The black shadow did not speak, and after dispersing the wyvern, he did not attack again, but stood in place out of thin air, his blood-red eyes cold and bloodthirsty. In the blood mist, the black shadow was very comfortable, and the figure became more and more condensed.

"Haha! With a fierce wind, the Frost Desolation Sword slashed through the blood mist and fell towards the black shadow.

The black shadow seemed to sneer, and without seeing how to move, the figure floated strangely to the side.

"Hmph, can you escape!" sneering, Mo Yun suddenly stepped on the ground, his body turned sharply, the Frost Desolation Sword was full of light, and the sharp sword qi spewed out in an instant, and the ten-zhang sword qi cut through the blood mist and fell like lightning towards the black shadow.

"Ah~!kill!" A wave of consciousness sounded in Mo Yun's mind.

Not good! Almost subconsciously flashed, and retreated more than a dozen steps in a row! I don't know when, the body of the Seven Evils approached, and a sword fell. Mo Yun glanced down, his green shirt was torn, and blood seeped out.

"Ahh smiled indifferently, licked the corners of his mouth bloodthirsty, and swung his sword directly. Do you think that if I am on guard, I will still be hit by you?

The cyan light collided with the Seven Evils body, resisting only a few breaths before dissipating silently into the air. The Seven Evil Swords also paused slightly, and Mo Yun's eyes lit up: Good opportunity! With a stomp under his feet, his body was like a cannon ejecting from the chamber, and the Frost Desolation Sword fell directly on the Seven Evil Body.

"Dang Chang~!"

A huge countershock force came, and the Frost Desolation Sword was thrown high. His tiger's mouth cracked, his skin opened, but he didn't realize it, and the huge force poured out, forcibly infused with the huge sword true power, and slashed down frantically!

Almost in a single breath, nearly twenty slashes were made in a row. Every blow contains majestic power, one blow overshadows the other, the sharp qi explodes, rippling away, Mo Yun's body retreats uncontrollably, leaving deep footprints with every step.

The Seven Evil Swords were smashed to the ground, and the blood-colored mist became thicker and thicker in the midst of the humming. An irrepressible bloodthirsty impulse rose in his heart, and there was a faint blood-red in his eyes.

Mo Yun calmed his mind and was secretly awe-inspiring: Such a strong evil qi can actually affect people's minds! People who are not firm in their minds are afraid that they will be tempted by it, fall into bloodthirsty madness, and become walking corpses who only know how to kill. Don't dare to be careless, try to calm your mind and suppress that bloodthirsty impulse.

There was a wail from the Frost Desolation Sword! It was a high-grade real soldier, but in front of the spirit soldier of the Seven Evil Sword, it was still not enough to see. On the smooth and cold sword body, many small openings appeared, and the deepest one was the size of a grain of rice.

"Old man, accompany me to defeat the enemy in front of you!" Mo Yun was also helpless, and said in a low voice.

The battle cannot be dragged on! The longer it lasts, the more unfavorable it will be for me! If I lose my weapon, I will lose the qualification to suppress the Seven Evil Swords! We must speed up.

However, the Qi Sea Array had already opened, and his strength was already at its strongest. Even if it is a spirit level sword technique, the effect is quite small! This battle has already fallen to the upper hand. To suppress the Seven Evil Sword, the strength is still too weak, but if you want to break through the cultivation, how can it be so easy.

More than a month ago, he was still a fourth-order sword master, and although he fell asleep for a month after Da Bi, under the infusion of the elixir, his strength rushed to the sixth-order sword master! Although he reached the peak of the sixth-order sword master, it was far away if he wanted to break through to the seventh order.

The sixth to seventh orders are the steps for the middle-level sword master to break through to the high-level sword master, and there are heavy barriers in between, blocking the progress of the sword cultivator. This barrier is second only to the breakthrough between realms.

The Frost Desolation Sword shook, and his body erupted again, and the true power of the sword spurted, isolating the bloody aura. A conspicuous cloud of red gold light rushed left and right in the bloody aura, and sometimes erupted with great power.

"Sword skills, break the mountain and divide the mountain!"

The endless heavy breath condensed, a huge mountain shadow fell, and in the middle was a red-gold sword shadow, and faintly, several mysterious runes appeared, making the phantom of the mountain peak more and more thick and majestic, like an ancient mountain, wild, ancient, and could suppress everything.

Breaking Yue and dividing the mountain, he has continuously comprehended in the Sword Cave, and has grown to the limit of the true level sword technique, as long as he goes further, it is a genuine spirit level sword skill! Even in the big competition of the sect, he also hides it and retains most of the power to keep it as a hole card.

When a desolate aura rises and spreads, and the endless heaviness falls from the top of the cave, everything below must be ruthlessly suppressed! In the middle of the ancient mountain phantom, a sword-shaped phantom is even more condensed, its aura is fierce, it can cut through everything, and any obstacle must be cut in two.

The breath of the two, intertwined with each other, is the existence that shatters everything.

Bursting out vigorously, the mountain shadow was merciless, and smashed down directly, and the blood mist below suddenly disappeared. The dark shadow on the side also cowered, not daring to approach. The Seven Evil Swords continued to erupt, trying to break through the obstacles, but they were blocked by endless power and slowly pressed to the ground.

Even if he had the upper hand for a while, Mo Yun didn't dare to relax, and the true power of the sword was frantically infused into the phantom of the ancient mountain, wanting to completely suppress the Seven Evil Sword.

The phantom shadow of the ancient mountain became more and more condensed, the runes became clearer, and the surging aura spread in all directions, diluting the bloody aura. The black shadow's eyes in the distance flashed bloody, and he shot again, approaching Mo Yun in an instant.

Once the Seven Evil Swords are suppressed, they will lose, and there will only be one way left to surrender.

"It's good, I'm waiting for you to come!" Mo Yun did not shy away, his right hand continued to infuse the true power of the sword, and his left hand turned into a fist into a finger, lingering with the color of red gold, with the momentum of Wanjun, towards the black shadow.

"Sword skills, the country is picturesque!"

An ancient picture scroll slowly unfolded, and the qi was extremely domineering, among which mountains and rivers, cities and plains, forests and snow-capped mountains, each breath was different. The scroll vibrates, blocking the shadows!

Performing two major sword skills at the same time, Rao is body is strong, but he can't bear it, and directly spurts out a mouthful of blood, which is instantly evaporated. His body stands proudly, like a mountain peak, on the left is a picture scroll of more than ten zhang, on the right is an eternal barren mountain, the breath is majestic, he is set off like a god descending to earth, majestic, indispensable, people can't help but surrender and worship!

At this moment, his fighting intent was monstrous, and he wanted to suppress the Seven Evil Swords with brute force with strong strength. The realm of a sixth-order sword master, but it burst out with a strength close to that of a third-order sword king, he is a real demon!

Even the Seven Evil Swords were suppressed and could not be resisted! The sword will contained in the ancient mountain phantom was too strong, and the mountain peak was originally the suppression party, at this moment, Mo Yun was infused with his sword will, and the sword momentum that symbolized the sword way, raising its suppressive power to the peak.

"Buzz~!"

The Seven Evil Swords shook violently, and the blood qi gushed out again, slowly supporting the mountain peak, trying to turn the suppression over. It was a low-order spirit soldier, but it was suppressed by a sixth-order sword master, this is an insult to it, and it is absolutely unacceptable!

"Hmph~!Don't resist, surrender obediently!" Mo Yun drank violently, the huge sea of qi rotated and accelerated abruptly, and the aura in the air formed a whirlpool, which was absorbed into his body and transformed into power output.

The golden chain of light linking the phantom of the ancient mountain suddenly bloomed with a dazzling light, and it was another surging power infusion. The phantom of the mountain peak swelled one after another, magnified by nearly half, and a few more runes appeared again. The power of suppression erupted and smashed down again, and the enraged Seven Evil Swords did not show weakness, and the blood was flourishing, and the sharp edge spewed out, wanting to smash the mountain peak.

"Hmph~! impossible!" In the cold drink, the sword shadow in the ancient mountain phantom instantly moved, stabbed down directly, and slammed together with the Seven Evil Swords.

"Knock~!"

There was a muffled sound, and the shadow of the mountain shook a few times, and then it fell silent. The light of the Seven Evil Swords dimmed and dimmed, and it looked like it was about to be suppressed.

Seeing this, his heart was happy, and he saw the hope of success!

As soon as his mind was relieved, the operation of the huge sea of qi also stopped for an instant. It's less than a second, but it's enough to make or break a difference. The scroll on the left dimmed for a moment, and was broken through by the black shadow.

At the bottom of my heart, the danger of death loomed! The black shadow instantly approached Mo Yun and slashed down.

The more crisis, the calmer he became. The Ancient Mountain Phantom in his right hand could no longer relax, once the Seven Evil Sword Body and the Black Shadow attacked, he would almost be a certain death.

"Ah~!" His expression was hideous, his roots and muscles protruded, and in his eyes, the flames of battle erupted. The pale red flame has no temperature, but people dare not underestimate it. This is the flame of the condensation of the will to fight, enough to incinerate the opponent's fighting intent!

Something amazing happened!

When the black shadow met the pale red flames, it was like encountering a nemesis, bursts of white smoke rose from all over the body, and a terrible howl sounded, which made people's scalps tingle.

In just an instant, Mo Yun understood the key. This black shadow is the Seven Evil Swords that have killed too many enemies, and the evil spirit does not disperse, gradually condenses, and finally condenses into a human form, with a trace of instinct.

When the evil qi meets the flame formed by the will to fight, it will naturally meet the nemesis, and the ice and snow will melt. Knowing this, he was relieved, and his left hand attacked again.

Sword skills, instantaneous wind!

The cyan sword instantly sliced into the black shadow, causing it to roar in pain. Around Mo Yun's body, the pale red flames of battle enveloped it.

In this way, the big picture is decided!

After a quarter of an hour, the black shadow finally dissipated completely! He didn't stop at all, suppressing the Seven Evil Sword Body with all his might, and only by mastering it could he win!

"You...... It's very strong...... but ......" a wave of consciousness came.

"Hahaha~!" he looked proud, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, pointed his left hand at the Seven Evil Sword, and said in a deep voice, "But...... You still have to be suppressed, follow me honestly! Walk with me, laugh proudly, be crazy, crazy, this is life!"

"Beat me~!"

"That's what happened!" replied Mo Yun.

In his left hand, a breath rose, and a faint coercion filled the air. As a spirit soldier, the Seven Evil Swords are naturally no stranger.

This is the breath of the Spirit Rank Sword Technique!

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