Jun Mo walked into the Rotten Kehou Temple, the yellow-clothed monk between the stone floors, the voice of the Buddha surrounded him, and the iron pestle and copper bowl in his hand smashed over like raindrops, and some cultivators with deep realms and faster reactions also cast flying swords.

Reacting quickly is sometimes not a good thing, like in the right moment.

Jun Mo waved his sleeves, the atmosphere of heaven and earth in the courtyard was chaotic, countless copper bowls and iron pestles shot back, and those monks were smashed by their natal objects covered in blood, dying, and seeing that many people were about to lose their breath.

Then he looked coldly at those cultivators who had a deep realm and reacted faster, those cultivators suddenly felt that the power entered their bodies, more than ten flying swords were shot down by the autumn rain, and even some cultivators were shattered and spurted blood to death.

The stone flat howled miserably, the severed limbs flew in all directions, the blood flowed like a river, even if the autumn rain gradually sudden, it could not be washed away in a moment, a strong smell of blood, the quiet breath of the ancient temple was torn apart.

Ye Su looked at the wooden sword quietly, the rain hit the surface of the sword, gradually washing away the two white marks left by Ning Que's two characters, and then he raised his head and looked at the man wearing a high crown.

Jun Mo saw that there was no black carriage under the stone steps in front of the hall, looked at the chessboard in front of Master Qishan, his expression was slightly calm, he sensed a gaze, looked sideways, and happened to meet Ye Su's gaze.

The two did not speak, their expressions were indifferent.

With a choking sound, Ye Sumu's sword came out of its sheath, mixed with the autumn rain, and stabbed at Jun Mo.

At this time, Jun Mo finally took out his sword.

From the Great Array of Broken Buddha Light to the Rotten Ke Temple, along the way, anything that stood in front of him was shaken away, and he never took out his sword. Because he didn't meet anyone worthy of his own sword, and Ye Sunai was a Taoist genius who had broken through life and death more than ten years ago, so he naturally had the qualifications to let him play the sword.

Jun Mo has a high crown and a wide robe, and he can't see where the sword box is.

But when his sword appeared, everyone in the temple could see it.

Because his sword is different from the sword of all the swordsmen in the world. The blade of the sword is extremely wide, unimaginably wide, and it does not look like a sword at all. It's more like a square piece of iron.

Such a piece of square iron is extremely conspicuous, and it is difficult to see it.

Jun Mo's sword. It was meant to be seen by all.

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Mr. Yuan Er and the sword walking in the Daomen finally met in the autumn rain of the Rotten Ke Temple.

Ye Su's sword is traceless, silent, ruthless and ignorant, walking in the autumn rain, it seems to have become a real autumn rain, which can moisten things silently, but there is no spring rain's mercy for life.

Jun Mo's sword was wide open and closed, following the straight lines in the rain, everywhere. He will also violate the rules of swordsmanship in the practitioner's heart, and suddenly turn back, still walking in a straight line.

Ye Su's Dao Sword is the thinnest cold wind, the slightest autumn rain, and it can enter the world for a while.

Jun Mo's iron sword is square to the extreme. Wind and rain can't enter.

In a very short moment, the wooden sword and the iron sword met and collided in the rain I don't know how many times, and it seemed that none of the collisions had happened, and Qiu Yu was forced to fly sideways by these two powerful sword momentum.

Suddenly, Jun Mo's expression was slightly grim. Without hesitation, he turned around and swept towards the Buddha hall!

At this time, Ye Su's wooden sword, which was unparalleled in the autumn rain, was about to come to the land of three zhang behind him.

Jun Mo looked at the seven thoughts in the Buddha hall, his face was slightly pale, and his wide sleeves flicked behind him.

The square and wide iron sword, roaring back from the west temple wall, no longer painted with a square pattern like before, but began to draw straight lines very simply, appearing straighter and harder, so stronger!

Ye Su looked at Jun Mo who was walking towards the hall, turned around indifferently, and no longer looked at him, but looked at the courtyard wall of the back temple, looking at a temple eaves under the slope, and there was a hint of thunder and lightning in his eyes!

Jun Mo walked towards the ruined Buddha hall, Ye Su looked at the cornices of the courtyard wall, they are all the most powerful people of the younger generation, and they are the most proud people, so if you want to look at each other, you will turn around if you don't look at it.

In the rain clouds above the Rotten Ke Temple, there is gradually a bright accumulation, lightning falls, and thunder is loud. The wooden sword that walked through the autumn rain seemed to have been struck by lightning, with a hint of brightness, and continued to stab at Jun Mo with the momentum of wind and thunder!

The iron sword and the wooden sword finally collided in a real way within the level visible to the naked eye.

The autumn rain is scattered, and the thunder and lightning roar!

Ye Su's sword path seemed to have comprehended the truth of the world at this time, and he had even stepped into the realm of the apocalypse in half a step!

Jun Mo still didn't look back, still rushing in the direction of the Buddha Hall.

He didn't have a rule of his own, and he didn't have a cultivator who could borrow Haotian's power, but his belief in a certain rule with his iron sword was so indestructible that that rule had even become his own rule in a sense, and that rule was order.

His iron sword guards absolute order.

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Qi Nian's lips were a little pale, soaked by the autumn rain, and still looked a little dry, and when they moved slightly, they were like white fallen leaves in the rain, trembling slightly.

The people around the stone steps in front of the hall were shocked to the extreme, and their expressions changed drastically, because they knew that they would soon see the picture of the long-legendary closed-mouth meditation in the cultivation world being broken by a word.

The Buddha has been practicing closed-mouth meditation for sixteen years, and he has never broken his vows, even if he was in the snow forest on the shore of Chang'an City, he faced the mysterious Demon Sect Master for twenty-three years, he still did not break the vows.

From this, we can imagine what it means to break the vows once you have broken the vows after 16 years of closed-mouth meditation.

Qi Nian's lips opened slightly, and he could vaguely see the broken half of his tongue inside, the expression on his face was very calm, and he whispered a word, because he hadn't spoken for too long, it seemed a little blurred.

"Sickness. ”

What he said was so ordinary and casual that people couldn't feel it at all, it was like a person who hadn't spoken for sixteen years, and the first word he said formed a huge gap with people's imagination.

The temple was quiet.

The stone statue of the Buddha on the peak of the tile mountain in the distance seemed to hear this word truly, and the face of the Buddha carved out of the rock suddenly became vivid, and it seemed to be extremely compassionate.

The stone statue of the Buddha faces the palm of the right hand directly under the mountain. There was a hole that Ning Que had shot with the Yuan Thirteen Arrow before, and that hole had not changed in any way, but the Buddha light shot out of his palm had all disappeared.

The light of the Buddha appeared on the body of the seven thoughts.

His gaze fell on the chessboard.

The ground of the ancient temple began to shake violently, and the monks and cultivators who fell in a pool of blood were shaken into the air, and countless cracks appeared on the walls of the halls of the middle temple and the former temple.

A slightly swinging dumb bell on the plum side outside the Buddha hall suddenly hovered in the air. Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the ancient clock, and then exploded like a flower!

The bell cracks like a tile!

Plum bushes become snow!

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In the autumn rain, the second senior brother's black hair fluttered backwards. Bo was fluttering wildly, angry to the extreme.

Then he did something that no one could have imagined, not even Ye Su, who was equally proud, could not think of.

He reached out to recall his wide iron sword. He didn't even pay attention to the Dao sword with the momentum of wind and thunder behind him, and in a roar of anger, he threw the iron sword towards the seven thoughts in front of the hall!

When Jun Mo did this, he was leaving all his back to Ye Su.

He is a proud and powerful Mr. Yuaner, but he leaves his back to Ye Su, who has already stepped into the Apocalypse Realm in half a step, which is still no different from suicide!

Ye Su looked at the temple wall in front of him that was wet by the autumn rain, and felt the changes that had taken place behind him, and his expression was sudden. I was shocked in my heart and thought, "This person has such a strong mind!"

Jun Mo collected the sword, that is, he invited Ye Su to kill himself, and he was betting on whether Ye Su would dare to kill himself!

Ye Su sighed and closed his sword.

Jun Mo won, or he won the bet.

However, in this case, there is nothing but the second senior brother in the world. Who would dare to bet like that?

Or, Jun Mo calculated that Ye Su would definitely collect his sword, so is this still a gamble?

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The wide straight iron sword left Jun Mo's hand, rubbing against the air at high speed, with a bright ray of light, before the blade. The stone steps are twisted, deformed, and cracked, and no one dares to stop them!

The power of one throw is faintly similar to Liu Bai's sword outside the sky before!

Just as Qi Nian's gaze was about to fall on the chessboard, the iron sword arrived.

The iron sword cut off its gaze and landed on the chessboard.

Sixteen years have passed, and the word "disease" uttered by Qi Nian is still floating inconspicuously in the autumn rain.

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The autumn rain is silent, and the temple collapses with a sound.

In the continuous roaring sound, the Buddha hall gradually collapsed and became a ruin.

The smoke and dust in the sky were gradually extinguished by the rain.

Jun Mo walked into the ruins of the Buddha hall, his face was slightly pale, his robe was slightly dirty, and his eyebrows, which were absolutely symmetrical in the past, and even the number of roots on the left and right were completely the same, became a little messy.

He didn't see the board.

After a moment of silence, he picked up the somewhat deformed iron sword from the rubble of bricks and wood in front of him, and slowly straightened it with both arms—not too straight, but enough to cut people.

Then he looked at Qi Nian.

The first seat of the Hanging Temple Discipline Academy, after a moment of respite, recovered some cultivation, his left hand trembled, and in the pool of blood in front of him, he picked up the Yu Lan bell left by the Buddha and threw it towards the steps!

Jun Mo didn't even look at it, and stretched out his left hand to hold the copper bell in the air.

The remaining Buddha nature in the Yu Lan bell felt the disrespect of this hand and trembled angrily.

Jun Mo's left hand was very steady, his knuckles were slender, and the Buddha light of the copper bell seeped out from his fingers.

His knuckles were slightly white, and he pressed silently.

I only heard a snap, and the Yu Lan bell turned into broken copper and iron in the palm of his hand!

Ning Que couldn't touch the Yu Lan Bell because the Buddha thought he was evil. The second senior brother was able to touch Yu Lan Ling, because even the breath left by the Buddha could feel his disrespect, but he could not think that he was evil.

Jun Mo is upright and confident, and he will not be confused by any external objects at all, not to mention that he is the most disgusted with Buddha in his life, if he is evil, what kind of thing is your Buddha?

The sacred relics of the Buddha Sect were destroyed, and Master Baoshu, who was the one who held the bell, was not only heartbroken, but also greatly shocked by the Buddha's heart, his face became extremely pale, and he shouted angrily: "Jun Mo, you are so bold!"

Jun Mo glanced at the head of the Hanging Temple Discipline Academy, and his right hand holding the iron sword tightened slightly.

With a loud sound, the remaining left arm of the treasure tree broke away from the body and fell into the autumn rain.

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