The mountain gate is no bigger than a five-story tower. Before climbing to the sky tower, you can listen to the chanting of swords.

Three hundred years ago, the Black Sword came out of the sky and silenced the five major mountain gates in front of the Climbing Tower. It shocked the proud people of the world and bowed their heads.

Three hundred years later, the ancient monument shook and the sound of the sword was heard again.

"The Black Sword has become a saint... Oh my god, it's been three hundred years... can this man's sharp edge be reappeared in this world?"

"The lingering power of death remains... He was a legend during his lifetime, and even more so after his death."

"That day in Wangxuan City, there was also the sound of swords ringing in front of the Sky Tower...could it be because of Luofu Li Mo!?"

"It's really possible that you are riding on a horse... This boy is not only a disciple of Luofu, but also a descendant of the Black Sword."

Wangxuan City was completely boiling, with exclamations of surprise resounding, and complex expressions in the trembling eyes.

At this moment, Li Mo's name became extraordinary in everyone's eyes.

If he was just a disciple of Luofu Mountain, it would be nothing.

After all, it was just a dilapidated mountain gate in a remote place. Not to mention being compared with the behemoths like the five major mountain gates, it was even considered inferior among the many mountain gates in the world.

However, the identity of the successor of Black Sword is very different. Three hundred years later, he has become famous throughout the world and can be called valuable.

Rumble…

Above the hanging inscription, the mysterious black mark suddenly changed, and the majestic sword intent was like reaching the blue sky, completely cutting off the corpse energy surrounding it.

"Heir of the Black Sword!"

Climbing to the sky tower, Jiang Chen's eyes darkened slightly, and he looked far into the distance, as if searching for Li Mo's figure in Wangxuan City.

"You have the aura of a fairy, and I have the true meaning of the black sword."

Li Mo's voice suddenly sounded, like a sword roaring into the sky, echoing over the small courtyard in Beicheng.

"Oh my god, Brother Li is so fierce? So he has such a big background?"

Shangxu Jian felt the vast and endless aura, and felt weak in his body.

The [Yuhuang Emperor], who created various legends in Longyuan Mansion, is still as sharp even when he comes to Wangxuan City.

At this moment, he finally understood why Li Mo was so powerful here, so brave and diligent, ignoring the enemies in front of him.

There is no other reason than that he is the successor of Black Sword.

"A blockbuster... He finally stopped keeping a low profile..."

Chen Wangdu couldn't help but sigh, he knew that Li Mo had been depressed for too long.

Since entering Wangxuan City, this child has been honest, responsible, low-key, tolerant, and has never caused trouble or trouble outside.

This kind of temperament is much stronger than that of Hong Xiaofu and others.

However, if you keep your edge in check, you will eventually explode.

Today is the day when Li Mo shows off his talents.

"The descendant of the Black Sword, why not show up and fight."

At this moment, Jiang Chen's voice came from the Dengtian Tower.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone couldn't help but be moved. The implication of this martial arts master's words was that he wanted to have a real showdown with Li Mo, a life and death battle.

In his eyes, being listed on the list is a competition of wills and spiritual senses, which cannot reveal a person's true cultivation and strength.

Only in a real battle, a life and death fight, can we see who is the leader in this world.

"He is worthy of being a descendant of Martial Arts Mountain. His courage is so great that it can only be seen in life and death."

Wang Lingce's eyes were filled with strange light, and his eyes were full of brilliant colors.

At this point, Jiang Chen still has absolute confidence that he can conquer everything, even the reputation of being the successor of Black Sword is nothing more than a lie in his opinion.

"Can……"

Li Mo whispered and responded: "Wait until I convince you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a mysterious black mark suddenly rose up, like a spiritual sword flying across the sky, destroying the layers of corpse energy above the hanging inscription, and slashed towards the coffin mark.

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, and the coffin mark shook violently, and there was a clear and sweet sound of bells. There were lights hanging from the four corners, sealing fire Xuanming, and a figure suddenly appeared in the trance, facing the Xuanhei Sword.

"The spirit of the demon!"

"The true meaning of the black sword!"

Everyone was horrified. In Wangxuan City, a series of spiritual senses were intertwined and chaotic, staring at the hanging inscription.

Rumble…

At this moment, two marks suddenly collided into one place. The ancient coffin was dark and mysterious, corpse aura was everywhere, and the human figure was like a temple god's womb, and a spiritual light suddenly appeared.

The black sword is incomparable, the true meaning is floating, the powerful demonic energy is mottled and wandering, and the crowd becomes evil.

A loud explosion was heard, a faint light flickered, and the hanging inscription exploded suddenly in full view of everyone, turning into fragments and scattered, floating.

"Spiritual senses are transformed into seals, which are empty and unreal... How can they break through the hanging list?"

"It's amazing...it's amazing...their spiritual senses of these two people have reached the state of borrowing virtual reality to transform it into reality. With this, they can control all dharma and be invincible."

"Who wins and who loses? Look...look..."

At this moment, on the Climbing Tower, Ye Bufan, Yue Xiaoxiang, Lin Ming, Wu Pian and other masters activated their spiritual senses one after another, wanting to see the final result of this battle.

In front of the Climbing Tower, the ancient inscription is still shaking.

In the scattered smoke and dust, a ray of black light was faintly scattered, and cracks appeared in the ancient coffin, and eventually it turned into fragments and scattered, and the light and dust were annihilated like nothingness.

"Luofu Mountain...Li Mo..."

Climbing to the sky building, Jiang Chen's face turned slightly pale, his sharp gaze was like an unsheathed blade, frantically searching for the hidden figure in Wangxuan City.

"Did you lose? Jiang Chen..."

"Three hundred years later, Luofu Mountain once again overwhelmed the five major mountain gates!?"

"The mountain gate is no more than a five-story building. When I see Luofu, I bow my head again... Is this a nightmare cycle?"

Inside the Dengtian Tower, there was a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere, as strong as Ye Bufan. Yue Xiaoxiang, Lin Ming, Wu Xiang and others all looked solemn and unbelievable.

They never dreamed that Jiang Chen, who was transformed into a spiritual sense and was known as the strongest descendant of the Mountain Sect in the world, could not compare to the unknown Li Mo.

"This doesn't mean anything. In a life-and-death battle, I will defeat this person."

Lin Ming screamed in shock, seemingly disapproving of such a result.

The spiritual sense seal is only a consideration of will, and the real life and death fight is the verification of cultivation and combat power.

However, for the demon hunters from various major sects in Wangxuan City, the competition just now was quite shocking, which is enough to explain the problem.

"Li Mo...Li Mo of Luofu...he stood at the end..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Jiang Chen's brand is ultimately no match for the successor of the Black Sword..."

"So...can we understand it as the aura of demons and immortals..."

"Stop talking about your horse. I didn't hear anything. Be careful what you say. The eight great demons and immortals in the world are above you. If you recite your true name, there will be a response."

"What are you afraid of? This is Wangxuan City. Are you still afraid that the Eight Great Demon Immortals will come? Beings of that level will not easily set foot in the world of mortals."

In Wangxuan City, discussions arose, and a sneer floated around, mentioning the eight great demons and immortals in the world.

Bang……

The next moment, a crisp sound came. It was the sound of bones and flesh being separated, the sound of the five internal organs exploding, the sound of the human body turning into blood mist...

"After three hundred years, there are still descendants of Black Sword alive. It's really fate that makes people..."

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded faintly, like a floating bell, spreading throughout Wangxuan City.

"This...this is..."

"Oh my god...what is that?"

"The sky...is falling?"

At this moment, everyone looked up, their eyes trembling, feeling deeply unbelievable.

The clouds hanging from the sky enveloped the entire Wangxuan City, slowly gathering together, like a skull, opening its bloody mouth, with the faint intention of swallowing up the entire city.

"This... what kind of magical power is this!?"

Wang Lingce's voice trembled and he rushed out of Xuantian Pavilion, his eyes almost falling out.

Even with the cultivation level of [Shangmiao Realm], at this moment, Master Jiansi still felt boundless fear. In front of such visions, he was as small as an ant, as if life and death were no longer in his hands.

"What kind of evildoer dares to act so recklessly in Wangxuan City?"

At this moment, a sharp roar came from outside the city, revealing shock and anger.

"Ming Chengjun... that's the commander of the patrol camp, a strong man in the spirit breath realm." Someone exclaimed, recognizing the origin of this voice.

Not long ago, the patrol battalion teamed up with Xuantian Pavilion to organize the "100-Day Pledge Meeting to Eliminate Evil", at which Ming Chengjun also delivered an important speech.

This great commander also possesses [Shangmiao Realm] cultivation, which is enough to rival Wang Lingce.
To be continued...