The gate of the Mo family.

Mo Yun gazed deeply at the huge plaque, the two characters of Mofu were drawn with silver hooks, the momentum was like a rainbow, containing the ancient majestic sword intent, the edge was exposed, and the people were convinced.

It is rumored that this huge plaque was left by the founder of the Mo family. It is unknown what it is, but the will of the kendo embedded in it cannot be faked.

This will is ancient, vicissitudes, and has experienced endless wind and rain, but now the sharp air is becoming more and more mellow and full.

Some people also say that as long as you comprehend the will of the sword on the plaque, the sword path will be accessible until the realm of the Sword Sect. The Sword Sect, that is the master of the dominant side, even if it is a spirit-level sect, it has to compete to recruit it.

This is the treatment that the strong should have!

His eyes were fixed on the huge plaque, and his mind was deeply immersed in it. At this moment, it seemed that there were countless sharp qi swords, piercing into the depths of consciousness, and the sword roared and the sword light shone. The incomparably sharp will of the sword path constantly suppressed Mo Yun's consciousness and demanded that he surrender!

He stood silently like a stone statue. His breath was restricted, his eyes lost their brightness, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

In the depths of his consciousness, he seemed to have come to a place of eternal existence, where it was ancient and majestic, and the breath was eternal.

A 10,000-foot high mountain stands, like a creeping ancient beast, and its breath shocks the wilderness and savage land. A giant sword that inserted into the sky stood upright on the top of the mountain, it pressed down on the ancient giant mountain, pierced through the endless heavenly dome, traversed the heaven and earth, and was sharp, incomparably sharp, tearing the space. The momentum of the giant sword is unparalleled, rolling up countless winds, roaring and surging, encroaching on thousands of barren mountains and blowing away thousands of miles of clouds and smoke.

The nameless giant sword is black all over, without a trace of luster, only countless secret patterns and rubbings, which are difficult to understand. On the body of the sword, which is thousands of miles wide, the blood-colored iron chain is entangled, the roots are as thick as a hundred zhang, and the same pattern is cast on it, and the light flashes, and the essence of the Dao is dozens of zhang long, and sometimes shoots into the void, or is incomparable, and penetrates the giant sword. I don't know what kind of material the giant sword is made of, and in the face of the incomparable impact of the essence, not even a trace of white marks has been left.

"Sonorous!"

Again and again, a loud bang pierced through the endless void, shaking the entire ancient region.

Mo Yun's soul trembled, and he almost fell into collapse. Once the soul is annihilated, it will really disappear in this world, even if it is a strong person of the Sword Sect, there is nothing that can be done!

I can't die!

He kept shouting, desperately resisting the might of the sword! His eyes were closed, and he held on to his will, maintaining the last shred of his consciousness.

I don't care what kind of kendo will you have, even if you are my distant ancestor, I will not be at your mercy! I am me, I will never surrender to anyone, whoever wants to suppress me, then pay the price! What if you are the ancestor of the Mo family, you are strong in swordsmanship, can you suppress me?

Blessed to the soul, he instantly realized: Mofu, Mofu! Mo bow, Mo submitted, Mo bowed, did not surrender!

I'm not convinced!

I'm not going to die here, live!

Don't you want me to surrender, but unfortunately, I don't, what can you do with me?

Unconsciously, his soul gradually stabilized, and gradually resisted the will imposed on him. He sticks to his heart, is not intimidated by the will of the sword, and his soul is more and more condensed, no longer a faint phantom, with a trace of substance.

The Nameless Giant Sword seemed to know that his will could no longer suppress Mo Yun. It trembled, trying to break free and show its majesty.

The ancient land continued to shake, and the space shook violently, and began to slowly be annihilated, leaving behind the aura of chaos.

Mo Yun was shocked in his heart, who would dare to resist this might? Perhaps, only the supreme robbery in his dream can take over this brilliant will, endless majesty!

This is the most powerful force in the world!

Crisis, extreme crisis, I want to get out of it! His mind slowly fell silent, and suddenly, his consciousness returned to his body.

A mouthful of blood spit out, and his body shook.

The head of the guard next to the gate sneered disdainfully: "The supreme treasure left by the ancestors, how can you peep at it?"

"Get out! Mo family, there is no place for you!" the guard grew up and drank, becoming more and more proud.

Mo Yun gently wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the head of the guard's eyes, with a hint of a hideous smile.

He approached slowly, with a smile on his face, but his tone was extremely cold: "What are you, dare to insult me, look for death!"

"Smack!" Lightning moved out of his hand and slapped the captain on the left side of his face, revealing five clear fingerprints.

The chief guard didn't expect him to be so bold, and he was stunned for a moment. The other three guards immediately surrounded and were about to strike.

His face was cold, but he didn't retreat, and he was not afraid of a few people.

The beaten guard came back to his senses, his anger overwhelmed his reason, he grabbed the hilt of his sword with one hand, and the three-foot green blade came out of the sheath and pointed directly at Mo Yun. The bruises on his face jumped, hideous and terrifying, and his voice was crazy: "Dead thing, you dare to beat me, you are tired of life!"

"Hmph, do you want to rebel? I'm the son of the family, and you dare to resist even if you come out?" he couldn't see any expression on his face, his eyes were deep, and he looked at the few people in front of him.

"Ah~!Don't think that the identity of your son-in-law can show off your power and be lawless. It's just a kid who was expelled from the house, the Mo family, it's not your turn to be arrogant!" The guard also reacted immediately, scolding, but his heart had already turned away.

If you really teach Mo Yun a lesson today, you won't be able to please yourself. Besides, he has a swordsman's father, Morey. The anger of the master of the sword master is not something that his little guard can bear, and this act of seeking death is still to be stopped.

"When will it be the turn of the Mo family for a guard to dictate, do you have the qualifications?" he asked mercilessly.

"You kid, you don't know the height of the sky, today, I must teach you a lesson, and I also want to see if your dead ghost father can save you!"

He is the strength of the Nine Gatherers, but in this life, there is not much hope of stepping into the sword disciple.

Mo Yun was thin, and at this time, in the face of the head of the guard's punch with the wind, he did not show any fear. His body contracted, his weight shifted downward, and his feet formed lunges, spun sharply, avoiding the fists of the guards. His right arm was outstretched, and with a spinning motion, he slammed into his back.

"Phew!"

The chief guard suddenly shook his whole body, and his body kept staggering! The other three looked at him, and their expressions changed greatly.

He stood still, his eyes downcast, and he did not look at the chief of the guard.

"I can't see it, you're hiding deep enough! But you've angered me! Remember, I'm a nine-fold gatherer, not you can resist!" the chief guard said, his eyes full of murderous intent, and he attacked him again.

"Heh, is it?" he whispered, again showing no weakness, and fought back strongly.

"I'll let you know, I'm Mo Yun, it's not something you can insult!" he shouted and punched straight out.

"Are you a nine-fold gathering qi?

The chief of the guard also shouted: "Mo Yun, I want you to die!"

The strength of the other three was not as strong as the guard, and seeing that the two of them had already played out their anger, they didn't dare to intervene at all and stood aside.

"Haha! Look at my fist retreat and gather nine qi nine times!" couldn't help but be arrogant, with a cold drink in his mouth, his body pounced on the guard chief in an instant, and his right fist had a faint aura, showing no mercy.

The two fists fought, and the chief guard instantly screamed miserably, the flesh and blood of his right fist were blurred, the bone at the elbow was broken, the punctured muscle was exposed, and blood was spilled. He kept regressing, and his face turned pale.

"You deserve to teach me a lesson, too!" he sneered and threw another punch.

This punch, with a ferocious momentum, made it impossible to dodge, and hit the chest. The body of the chief guard suddenly flew out like a kite with a broken string and smashed to the ground.

But the man did not hesitate, and the figure attacked again. The powerful palms slapped on the guard's back, causing him to vomit blood and fly out.

"Remember, that's what you're going to do with me!" Finally, he slowly stood up, full of imposing energy. The other three looked pale and looked at him with fear in their eyes. They didn't expect that Mo Yun would be so bold, a child who had already been expelled, would be so presumptuous!

"Hmph, what a guts!" the voice was cold, full of evil, coming from inside the door.

This sound, like thunder on the ground, exploded in everyone's ears, and everyone who heard it changed color. This momentum is unique to the master of the sword.

The chief guard covered his wounds, his movements stiffened, his eyes frightened, and slowly looked back at the comer. staring slightly, it made him sweat coldly, and his liver and gallbladder were split.

It was none other than Mo Yun's biological father, Mo Leishan!

He was richly dressed, with no expression on his face, and his anger was formidable, his eyes flashed with cold light, and his anger rose, and he swept past the four guards one by one.

The guard was full of fear, knelt on the ground, and kept telling forgiveness: "The adults spare their lives, the little ones don't dare anymore, but ask the adults to forgive ......"

The other three did not dare to stand, but also knelt on the side, their faces were as white as earth, and they did not speak, and obeyed the fall of Mount Morey.

He turned around slowly, with a sneer on his face: "Don't think that I will be grateful to you! If you don't come, the result will be the same!"

Morey Mountain glanced deeply, and then said, "I'm not here for your gratitude. What's the point if you can't even get out of the gate?"

"Hmph, one day, you'll be looking at me, but I don't need it anymore!" he stepped back and straightened up on the bluestone floor.

"I don't care what you say, it's all your choice. Morey Mountain said to himself, "This family is like this, I am a sword master, and I can't change it!"

"Haha~! Your every move makes me sick. Mo Yun looked up to the sky and smiled, answering word by word.

"That's not your fault! the family chases you, I can't be the master!" After Mo Leishan finished speaking, he looked at the four guards, and his expression suddenly gloomy.

"How many of you should tell me, what should you do if you commit the following crimes?" The voice was as cold as if it came from the Nine Shadows, and it was so cold that it scared several people's bodies and trembled, like sifting chaff.

The head of the guard grabbed the ground with his head, knocked out blood, and only begged for mercy in his mouth, and no longer had the majesty of Mo Yunshi. The other three were charged with a slightly lighter crime, and they only continued to beg for mercy. As the elder of the family, it was too simple for Morey Mountain to decide their life and death.

He looked at the chief guard who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and he was extremely happy for a while. A clear understanding arose in my heart: This is strength! Only with strength can we have our own majesty, and only then can we determine life and death at every turn, and only then can we live! I am the same, and what I need is strength.

Mo Leishan looked down at the four of them, and said indifferently: "You are not from my Mo family's son-in-law, and today you will commit a crime, ruin the reputation of the family, a crime, a rod of fifty, and a body of cultivation!"

No one dares to fight against life and death! This is the absolute majesty of the sword master!

The whole body of the four of them trembled, and they shouted: "Lord Xie will not kill!"

According to the rules of the Mo family, if the four of them dare to do something to Mo Yun, they will commit the following crimes, and they should be abolished and expelled from the family according to the crime, and they cannot re-enter in this life. Mount Morey is only fifty rods, and abolishing cultivation is considered a blessing!

"Each of them will go to the law enforcement hall to receive punishment!" said a word, and the four people were repulsed.

He turned to look at Mo Yun and asked, "Are you satisfied?"

"It doesn't matter!"

"Well, you have also seen it, this is the majesty of the strong! When the strong are angry, they will beg for mercy. If you are a swordsman or a swordsman, who will dare to provoke you?"

"The Sword Luo Continent has always been a world where the strong gallop! Sword masters and the like are just a place that can dominate the countryside, and they are not much different from that prosperous place! This world is too big, if you don't have enough ambitions, you can't look forward, and you won't have the opportunity to set foot in it!"

"If you surpass the sword master, you can protect yourself! I am not verbose with you, you are still my child after all, this should be regarded as my compensation!" Morey Mountain stared at him and said again: "Leaving may be a good choice!"

His heart was blocked, but he said: "This has nothing to do with you, I'm afraid!"

Mo Lei Shan ignored it, and handed over a sword wrapped in black cloth to himself: "This is the Shui Han Sword! The Shui Han heart is even colder, and he can't return it at all! There is also a real-level sword technique, the Storm Sword Technique, and I will also accept it!"

"Is this a favor?"

"Whatever you want!" replied Morey.

Mo Yun finally took it and said, "Time will change everything!"

He raised his head, looked up at the word Mofu, deeply remembered this powerful sharp will, no longer nostalgic, and turned away.

Mo Lei Shan was at the door, until he saw the cyan figure, he said to himself: "Yun'er, what should be given, you have already gotten it, everything, it depends on your creation! The future is not for me to predict, this is fate!" The burly figure also disappeared at the door of Mo Mansion.

Without looking back all the way, he stood at the gate of Guhan City and turned to look back.

This young city has not experienced much, there is no vicissitudes of history, and there is no ruthlessness of time. The ten-zhang high city wall is piled up with gray stones that are one zhang square, and the momentum is majestic, and it is creeping like a beast.

This is the place where I have lived for thirteen years!