There was silence in the Heavenly Palace, and everyone was watching this scene with bated breath.
Those who are good at wielding swords frowned heavily when they saw this confrontation that was completed almost instantly.
Because the sword intent emanating from the confrontation between the two of them was beyond the comparison of ordinary swordsmen.
Especially the sword intent that arose in that moment, even those who came close felt a kind of murderous intent as if their souls were being cut.
Jian Wushuang stood with his sword raised, seemingly not intending to fight further.
The young guard also had no intention of fighting again. After drawing his sword and turning his back, he prepared to retreat.
"Stop, did I let you go back?"
A cold voice sounded, and Young Master Mo, who was sitting at the top, leaned forward, his drunken eyes full of coldness, as if he was about to commit murder in the next moment.
The figure who was about to retreat also stepped forward at this moment, looked at him with a pair of brilliant eyes, and then cupped his hands and said, "That's it. If the fight continues, I'm afraid we will make a fool of ourselves."
"If you insist on watching it, why don't you let me wait for a few brothers to compose a sword dance for you?"
Hearing this, Young Master Mo looked at the handsome-looking guard, his expression softened, "Okay, if you don't satisfy me, I'll kill your heads!"
The young guard agreed, then turned and looked behind him.
A total of six guards in uniform uniforms slowly walked out from one side.
When Jian Wushuang saw this situation, his eyebrows twitched slightly and he backed away without leaving a trace.
"Brother Jian, what's going on?" Chen Qing asked in a low voice.
"If something goes wrong later, just run away!" He whispered, with solemnity flashing in his eyes.
At this point, Jian Wushuang was completely sure that the seven guards were the Seven Swordsmen he had seen in the Immortal Mansion Pavilion in Beitian Xianzhou before.
But now, they have all sneaked into the Heavenly Palace, and their targets all seem to be chasing Young Master Mo Ren.
When Chen Qingqiu and Chen Qingqiu heard this, they all became cautious. They knew very well that Jian Wushuang's character would never make a mistake.
If he said there is a situation, then there must be a situation.
For a moment, Chen Qing turned his attention to the seven seemingly ordinary figures in the center of the hall.
Without too much nonsense, seven figures spread out side by side in the shape of a cross, and then seven real swords with radiant power pointed straight forward.
The atmosphere in the entire heavenly palace began to change subtly.
Jian Wushuang and Chen Qingqiu moved toward the gate of the Heavenly Palace without leaving a trace, but were stopped by the eyes of the Lady Yinling who was sitting at the top.
At this moment, the sword dance consisting of seven people began. With the leading young guard as a finger, the seven real swords started to move around the hall.
The clouds and smoke emitted from the huge incense burner in the center of the hall gradually transformed into various scenes under the influence of these swords.
It may be like a dragon leaping across the sea of clouds, or like a crouching tiger singing loudly, there are countless changes.
Seeing this rather magnificent scene, the top cultivators and immortals sitting on both sides of the hall couldn't help but clapped their hands and cheered.
Young Master Mo, who was sitting at the top, also nodded frequently and seemed to be very satisfied with the sword dance of these seven people.
Jian Wushuang seemed a little uneasy, because he had just discovered that this team of seven people had a much larger and more powerful force.
Although it was only revealed for a moment, Jian Wushuang was immediately shocked.
That level of Yanli is very likely to transcend the realm of Yanxian.
"Could it be that they want to assassinate Young Master Mo?" He seemed to have thought of something, and then looked at Young Master Mo.
Unknowingly, the seven figures moved closer and closer to the front.
The clouds and smoke gradually spread throughout the hall, making every top cultivator seem to be on top of the clouds, floating in the air.
At this moment, Young Master Mo's eyes were gradually becoming excited, and his eyes were even more drunk.
In the seven-man formation, the young guard at the front holds a real sword and is extremely powerful.
His eyes, which were already slightly old, quietly revealed a cold and murderous intent.
The next moment, he suddenly jumped up, stepped on the clouds and smoke, and under the gaze of all the top cultivators and Yanxian, he held the real sword tightly in his hand and stabbed Young Master Mo.
The air seemed to be stagnant, everything that was about to happen happened at this moment.
A sword filled with supreme power stabbed him without any hesitation.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a large piece of the space in front of Young Master Mo collapsed without any warning, which also forcibly changed the position where the sword struck.
The sword that was originally aimed straight at Young Master Mo's forehead was forced to move, and finally pierced the cheekbone without any resistance, nailing him firmly to the palace chair.
Screams resounded, and divine blood spurted out.
The entire left side of Young Master Mo was crushed to pieces, the real sword penetrated half of his head, and the tip of the sword penetrated the palace chair for more than an inch!
But this blow did not kill him at all, and it was still far away from the immortal source in his mind.
One blow failed to kill him, so the young guard came down with his palm, vowing to completely kill Young Master Mo!
But the overwhelming pressure that followed curbed his momentum.
A man in black robe walked out from behind Young Master Mo, also stretched out a palm and hit the young guard.
The two rays of force collided, and a loud roar erupted.
Then the young guard flew out like a kite with its string broken.
At this moment, all the top cultivators and Yanxian reacted and used their Yan power to surround the seven people.
The six figures standing still on the spot also moved, each one looked like a ghost. After quickly catching the young guard, they immediately let go of their hands and feet to kill.
One of them, a tall and thin figure, put his palms together in front of his chest, and then suddenly tore it apart. The boundless force directly tore the space into pieces, and the more than 20 top cultivators who had gathered around him were all turned into powder.
There was another figure, his palms clenched into fists, and he punched the ground with all his strength.
"Boom!"
The entire heavenly palace trembled, and then fine cracks cracked the white jade floor.
The six figures all exploded with the most terrifying strength at this moment.
Everyone has the terrifying power to easily kill the Immortal.
At this point, the entire Heavenly Palace fell into chaos!
As early as the first moment of the riot, Jian Wushuang was the first to react, reaching out and blasting open the palace door, and ran away with the two of them.
This kind of chaotic situation that is completely out of control, if you are not careful, even he may be angry on the spot.
"Brother Jian, this is too exciting. It seems that Young Master Mo is bound to die today!" Chen Qing said with excitement on his face among the three figures escaping quickly in the void, "It's really all kinds of reincarnations.
Someone actually came to assassinate me."
When Jian Wushuang heard this, his figure that was originally escaping quickly stopped suddenly.
Turning around and looking at the temple that was about to collapse, he finally said, "No, I want to go back."
Chen Qing was stunned when he heard this, and then said urgently, "Brother Jian, are you kidding? Young Master Mo's life is already in danger."