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Under the sword, who dares to disagree?

Qingcheng Sword Immortal, a sword Qingcheng in the past immortal cultivation world is rarely known, a phase of the evil cultivator under the jurisdiction of the Immortal League refined a city into a ghoul array, all the monks in the city have been deteriorated into obedient puppets, this evil cultivator originally wanted to use this puppet full of cities to continue to capture the adjacent city, but did not expect that the city belonged to the territory of Changfeng Gate.

There was only one person sent by Changfeng Sect to exterminate the evil cultivators, and that was Yi Haoran.

Dealing with the evil cultivators who have no less than dozens of ruins and hundreds of vastness in the city, Changfengmen made a promise with only one person, one sword, no one will forget the scene of that day, the man with black hair fluttering walked to the city, and the hundred-zhang high city wall was like a mountain peak It seemed that the person was so small, and the puppet that covered the sky and the sun poured out from the city wall, and the shadow covered the earth and shrouded the "four-three-seven" sky.

The man only took out a sword, just like a breeze blowing on the hills, the sword qi was like spring going to autumn, and the thousand-meter-high city wall was divided into two, like a hand casually wiping on a canvas full of stains, and the sword swung out of the vast blue sky.

A sword destroys a city, and since then, everyone in the immortal world knows the name of Yi Haoran, and the name of a sword moves nineteen continents.

And the matter of clearing the city with a sword is already decades ago, it is said that there is no time for cultivating immortals, and it may be a hundred years of time to meditate, and the decades of time are just a finger of Sumeru in the eyes of immortal cultivators, but who can know what kind of situation these decades can raise their height to for those immortal geniuses.

And now, all the people in the three immortal sects of the Martial Maniac, Qinghe Dance, and the Elders of the Ten Thousand Law Sect know that in the way of the sword, Yi Haoran has reached a point where there are no ancients.

It's just a few decades, so who knows what kind of point this guy can get between the sun and the moon, a hundred years later?

Crossing the Nine Blue Heavens, Sword Slashing Heaven's Will?

In the way of the sword, the only person who can stop this man is probably another guy who is also famous in the Nineteenth Continent and is called a sword idiot...

If Yi Haoran forcibly wants to kill Mo Yi now, who can stop him?

The martial madman and the others were surging in blood but forcibly kept silent, looking at Mo Yi in the distance as if they were looking at a dead person.

Mo Yi's death at the hands of the Qingcheng Sword Immortal can be regarded as a reasonable ending, and the two are not opponents of the same level at all now.

was killed by Yi Haoran, and he was chilling.

If Mo Yi could hear the voices of the martial madman and others, he would inevitably answer: "Hando, very fucking Hando." "

I'm sorry, but it wasn't in Mo Yi's plan.

"Almost. Mo also thought.

On the snowfield, thousands of people watched and died

"Let's get out of the sword!" Mo Yi looked at Yi Haoran lightly: "Are you and me?" There are many people who say that they want to kill me with a sword, and today is not one of you." "

So Yi Haoran took out his sword.

He held the gilded hilt of his right hand and pulled it out one by one, and all the creatures seemed to look at the sword, but they were pierced by the golden light that burst out of the scabbard and almost illuminated half of the wall.

Pale golden clouds accumulated in the sky, and the mighty golden clouds swirled into a huge whirlpool like a swimming dragon, as if the spirit of the entire heaven and earth was pouring into the gilded long sword, Yi Haoran held the golden long sword expressionlessly, and his face was between the illusory and the real with the golden light, and he only felt that those black eyes condensed the only sword intent in the world.

"Again... Immortal weapon?" The Blood Sword in Mo Yi's hand was very low, and it was full of disbelief.

No one could look at the sword body that was obscured by the golden light, but Mo Yi could see the true appearance of the sword! Under the pupils of Kunpeng, what he saw was a white gold sword body densely covered with layers of dragon scales, it was a long sword with a white and golden body, graceful and luxurious, but also convincing sharpness, the golden sword light seeped out from each piece of dragon scales and wrapped the entire sword body to form the golden light that illuminated the sky and snow mountain!

"It's for real. "

The hearts of the martial madmen and others sank to the bottom, they felt the pressure on the golden light sword from afar, and they paid for themselves that the person standing in front of Yi Haoran was themselves, and when the sword qi came out, they could only escape and survive.

"This sword—"

In the audience, the person who felt Yi Haoran's sword the most was none other than Xiao Yan, who was named by the Blood Sword as one of the three innate sword fetal Dao bodies in the world, he only felt trembling all over his body, not fear, his trembling was more like a resonance! His body was resonating with Yi Haoran's sword intent!

This sword actually caused the vibration of the innate sword fetal dao body!

"It's really a situation where the sword has been cultivated to a state where there is no one before and no one after him..."The old man in the ancient ring said faintly, even he had to be impressed by the top rising stars in the world, even if it was the sword immortal Li Bai back then, the sword god king was the same, and the Broken Sword Emperor was like this when he was young......

Under the golden light that penetrated the sky, the holy woman casually turned the slightly trembling Yin Yang Slashing Sword into white light and retracted it, she was not ready to make a move, because even she couldn't take this sword.

This is a serious blow from the top powerhouse among the world's strongest group of monks in the world of immortal cultivation, and only the same top powerhouse can take this sword.

"You can also look up to me. Aiming at the sword light that shone on the entire snowfield, Mo Yi said with a smile, he raised his hand and inserted the Blood Sword and the Demon Sealing Sword on the ground.

"Did you give up?" A group of people from Wu Maniac and Qinghe Dance thought in their hearts when they saw Mo Yi's actions.

Even the holy woman turned around and left straight away when she saw Mo Yi's actions.

No one saw it, a little pale light appeared in Mo Yi's hand, the rice-like brilliance slowly condensed in his hand, and the little white light under the sword aura full of golden light was simply the starry moon and the sun, but Mo Yi looked at the 3.7 grain of white light in his hand, but his face was really serious and solemn, like remembrance and respect.

"Come on. Mo Yi squeezed the white light in his hand and looked at the Qingcheng Sword Immortal in front of him, like the golden light of the rising sun and the golden light, and said.

Yi Haoran didn't speak, just swung his sword.

The golden sword qi like a floating slaughter is like the expansion of the sun's corona, the brilliance is so bright that people can't open their eyes and their bodies are burning, the sword light seems to be the moment the sun rises in the east, the golden brilliance is sprinkled all over the earth, and the golden clouds above the sky spread in all directions with the swing of the sword qi, and the layers are like ocean waves, roaring faintly with a dragon groan.

And in the face of this monstrous sword, Mo Yi only opened his right hand and pushed out that bland white light.

The two met in an instant. _

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