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Chapter 491: Turning Sides

Feeling the sharp pain in his waist, Leng Qiushui frowned slightly, and the expression on his face looked a little surprised. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Leng Qiushui didn't expect that Sun Hao would actually be able to break through his sword gang, "It seems that you have learned a lot of the swordsmanship of the predecessors of the Eastern Emperor." But do you think that with your half-cultivation, you can stop me?"

Sun Hao said in a self-aware tone: "Naturally, I can't stop it!, however, as long as I can stop Brother Leng and you for a few breaths, it is enough to make Jun Moyan die several times." ”。

Hearing this, Leng Qiushui's face changed slightly. Jun Moyan's strength is comparable to Ning Qidao, and Ning Qidao is not Mu Hao's opponent, let alone Jun Moyan: "Jun Moyan must not die, otherwise these disciples of the Lingxiao Sect and the disciples of the Infinite Sect will be like a plate of scattered sand, and they will even be afraid of the strength of the young man in white and leave." At that time, I had to deal with the joint efforts of the Chixu Palace and the Miluo Palace at the same time, even if my cultivation was the strongest, it was a bit tricky to face so many people at the same time. ”。

Leng Qiushui's eyes were a little gloomy, and the soles of his feet stomped suddenly, and his figure suddenly shot out. Looking at Leng Qiushui who attacked him, Sun Hao's figure appeared like a ghost again, directly in front of Leng Qiushui. Sun Hao knew that there was a gap in strength between himself and Leng Qiushui. Therefore, from the beginning, Sun Hao did not plan to confront Leng Qiushui head-on, but relied on unpredictable swordsmanship and elusive footwork to barely hold Leng Qiushui.

At the same time, Jun Moyan looked at Mu Hao, who was attacking, and his expression was a little solemn. As soon as he grasped the palm of his hand, a long black knife appeared between his palms. Immediately, Jun Moyan's eyes flashed with ferocity, and in the midst of the surging mana, Jun Moyan's figure had already straddled out, and the long knife in his hand slashed towards the elegant pretty face in vain, "The knife devours the world!"

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, but the most domineering of the hundred soldiers is the sword. The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect usually have dual cultivation of swords, but people like Jun Moyan prefer the domineering of swords. Suddenly, I saw the swords rushing in the sky, like a flood, overwhelmingly shrouded Shen Yue. The cold sword wind blew between heaven and earth.

In the swaying of the green silk, Shen Yue's jade hand holding the long sword relaxed in vain. The glass-like eyes met it with a smile, this Dawson's cold sword light.

Sensing Shen Yue's changes, Jun Moyan's pupils suddenly shrank, and an incomparably sharp sound of breaking wind sounded in his ears. The terrible sound of the sword made him feel like he was chilling all over his body. Looking up, I saw that directly behind Shen Yue, a figure stepped on the slanting sun and slowly came, the slightly hanging ancient sword refracted a faint cold light, and at this moment, a gorgeous sword light instantly rose into the sky.

The sword gang that came down in a mighty way shattered when this sword light slashed. This brilliant sword light, like a comet crossing the sky, was brilliant and brilliant reflected in Jun Moyan's eyes. Jun Moyan instantly had a feeling of being in a vast sea of clouds. This strange feeling made him very uneasy.

The long knife was bright, and the big knife shot out directly, a huge knife several feet. Then he was merciless and slashed down angrily at Mu Hao. Dressed in white like snow, Mu Hao stepped into the void and quietly looked at the surging sword gang in front of him. Vaguely, he had a feeling of trance, as if the knife gang in front of him was the clouds and mist floating at the end of the sky. Thinking of this, the corners of Mu Hao's mouth inexplicably provoked a bright smile.

"Elegant as an immortal, killing sword swordsmanship!", with a click, the Shetian Ancient Sword with a brilliant sword light broke through all barriers, and as fast as lightning, it landed on Jun Moyan's neck.

"Poof!" The blue blood stained the air, Jun Moyan was like a heavy blow, and then he saw that his face was extremely pale, and his body fell sharply. Finally, it slammed into the trees behind it, bringing a loud rumbling sound.

That Yue Qun, seeing that Mu Hao had killed Jun Moyan cleanly again, his pale face was full of incredulity. Looking at the white figure that came from the sky in dismay, he exclaimed: "Leader Mu Hao, it is actually so powerful. ”。

Scarlet blood, swaying down the mountain peaks, fell into the sun. The white-clothed figure was as inviolable as a god. The fierce sword momentum made the surrounding air almost freeze.

"How is that possible?" the disciples of the Ling Xiao Sect all muttered with dry mouths. On his face, there was no longer the same hideousness as before, and his eyes looked at the white-clothed figure, as if there was a little more fear and horror. And the disciples of the Infinite Sect were even more evasive, not daring to look directly at Mu Hao.

"Senior Brother Yue Qun, the strength of Leader Mu Hao is too terrifying. When Leader Mu Hao and Qin Shi fought each other, they still used all their strength to use the formation to defeat, but now Leader Mu Hao didn't use all his strength at all, so he killed Ning Daoqi and Jun Moyan. ”。

Many Heavenly Pavilion's disciples swallowed a mouthful of saliva. When they were competing for places, they had witnessed the final battle, and they clearly remembered that Mu Hao used the formation to defeat Qin Shi.

"At that time, the cultivation of Leader Mu Hao was only the ninth layer of the gods. And now the cultivation of the leader of Mu Hao is refining the virtual realm. Yue Qun clasped his hands and looked slightly fanatical. Just thinking of Leng Qiushui, Yue Qun's brows furrowed in vain, and then he muttered: "Now Leader Mu Hao, as long as you hold Leng Qiushui." With our strength, it is enough to survive the siege of the disciples of the three sects. When the time comes, the senior brothers of Li Yuan and other arrays will appear, and the disciples of these three sects are destined to be doomed. ”。

Leng Qiushui sighed suddenly, looked at Sun Hao in front of him and said lightly: "I think, you don't have to stop me now." As soon as Jun Moyan dies, it's my turn!"

Sun Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then quickly retreated. Slowly raising his head, Leng Qiushui looked at Mu Hao, who was standing with a sword, with a thick fear in his eyes. Mu Hao's amazing sword before also made him jealous. The corner of his eye swept over the stunned disciples of the Ling Xiao Sect and the Infinite Sect. Leng Qiushui knew that the disciples of these two sects were cowardly, and some of them were even ready to move and tried to retreat.

"Once these two sects retreat, then with the strength of my Hundred Feet Sect, it is obvious that I will not be able to take the Chixu Palace and the Miluo Palace!" Thinking of this, Leng Qiushui's figure shot out in vain, like a cannonball, and fell fiercely in front of the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect, staring at Mu Hao and said, "Ning Qidao and Jun Moyan are not unjust in dying in your hands. Use the first layer of the refining void realm to kill the existence of the peak of the fourth layer of refining the void. I didn't expect that among the disciples of the six major forces, there was actually a hideout, such a terrifying guy like you. Intellectually, I don't want to fight you, so how about you and me make a deal?"

Mu Hao's gaze stopped on the mountain peak, and his face showed a little regret, "It's still a little worse!" Only the lonely sword momentum has not reached the point of Dacheng, and the sword killing sword technique has never been able to break through to the complete realm of Yitong Consummation, and the sword path is still not complete, only one foot is missing." ”。

Seeing that Mu Hao was silent, Leng Qiushui thought that he was waiting for his next step, and continued: "The purpose of your appearance here is also for that cemetery. But the inheritance of that cemetery has been obtained by Li Yuan of the Chixu Palace and Danchen of the Miluo Palace, and it is destined not to belong to you. ”。

Mu Hao only noticed Leng Qiushui's words at this time, turned to look at him, and walked straight towards Leng Qiushui with his sword.

"I think a character like you shouldn't be willing to make a wedding dress for someone else, how about you and me joining forces? Leng Qiushui's indifferent face showed a slight smile, but his eyes were always staring at Mu Hao's pace.

When he saw Mu Hao stop, the smile on his face became even bigger. He knew that Mu Hao was already moved, after all, the cemetery inheritance was a temptation that no one could resist, "You and I will seize the cemetery inheritance, and one person will share half, how about it?"

When the disciples of the Ling Xiao Sect and the Infinite Sect heard this, their faces changed. They didn't expect that Leng Qiushui would turn against each other at this moment: "Leng Qiushui, you!"

"Isn't it good?" Mu Hao looked at Leng Qiushui, his eyes were still unwavering. However, under that calm gaze, there was a touch of sharpness like a blade, and he said lightly: "Why do you want to take out half of my cemetery inheritance? Mu Hao's voice in the first half of the sentence was still smiling faintly, but the second half of the sentence was as cold as the cold wind in the depths of winter.