After the fifth round of volleys from the demon-shooting crossbow, the boat was already less than a hundred meters away from the shore. They both stopped rowing and used the inertia of the boat to slide towards the shore.
Yue glanced at the almost invisible golden sea of people in front of her: "When we get to the shore, we break out separately. From now on, we will not owe each other anything."
Mo Wen nodded.
Yue stopped talking and turned back to the awning to take out Xiaodi, who was still unconscious. Xiaodi did not have a perverted physique like him, his Dantian was broken, and his cultivation was completely ruined. After the inhuman torture in the dungeon, he was almost exhausted.
, even if you take Yuxindan, your body will not recover overnight.
Looking at the girl's pale face, Mo Wenxin twitched again. He looked at the dense figures on the shore with eyes as calm as water. This time he would not hesitate again...
Thousands of Royal Spirit Sword Masters on the shore lined up neatly, forming three huge long snake formations, like three dormant dragons, releasing a mysterious energy.
"This is the Great Overlord Shenglong Sword Formation of the Zhao royal family. It can increase the cultivation level of everyone to the people in the main formation, and temporarily enhance the strength of the people in the main formation. There are three large formations here. Be careful about those three main formations.
If you don’t want to die, try to kill the spirit sword masters who are setting up the formation." Yue tied Xiaodi behind his back and said calmly.
Mo Wen knew what she meant, and he didn't argue. He just thought in his heart, and the Bingyun Sword flew out of the sword pouch and landed in the palm of his hand. Today's dawn must be a bloody day.
When the boat was only fifty feet away from the shore, thousands of people on the shore shouted in unison, and three huge and frightening auras quickly gathered at the head of the formation. The auras of the three spirit sword masters wearing bright yellow armor suddenly
Skyrocketing! Climbing up rapidly from the original seventh level, the seventh level peak! The eighth level! The eighth level peak! The ninth level! The ninth level peak! Exceeding the ninth level peak! Double the ninth level peak! Double the ninth level peak! Ninth level
Three times the peak! Only when the aura exceeds five times the ninth level peak can it stop.
At this time, the aura of the three spiritual sword masters is no longer weaker than that of the real sword masters in the early stage! It can be said that these are three pseudo sword masters with the power of sword masters! The three pseudo sword masters stand together, with huge spiritual pressure towards them.
Mo Wen and Yue on the boat came hard!
Yue is a genuine early-stage Jianmai, and is not afraid of such superficial spiritual pressure at all. Mo Wen's special physique itself is immune to a certain amount of spiritual pressure, so the two of them are not affected at all. When the boat slides close to the shore, only
When they were ten feet away, they abandoned the ship and headed for the shore.
Both of them had special footwork, and their bodies were as fast as an afterimage. Before the three pseudo-spiritual sword masters could react, they had already landed on the shore, rushing towards the dense dragon-shaped array one on the left and the other on the right.
"kill!"
The three fake sword masters were military men. They let out three roars full of murderous aura, and then slashed out the spiritual swords in their hands. Three thick sword aura seals nearly a hundred feet long blocked the figures of Mo Wen and Yue.
I don’t know if it was because Yue was a woman and was traveling with someone else, but she was only attacked by one sword energy, while Mo Wen was attacked by two sword energy!
Mo Wen felt depressed, but he could only deal with it with all his strength when the sword energy came. The third great cloud and rain sword style "Melting Clouds and Rain", which was already ready, slashed out, and a waterfall-like water wave of sword energy flew out.
It came out and hit a sword energy. What surprised Mo Wen was that the Bingyun Sword actually amplified the sword style of Dayunyu Sword Technique. The power of this sword was actually two times stronger than usual.
Times! Mo Wen, who was originally much weaker in strength, actually used this sword to disperse the opponent's sword energy in an instant, and the Da Yun Yu sword energy with less than half of its power surged into one of the dragon-shaped arrays, destroying everything!
Several middle and low-level Royal Spirit Sword Masters were swept away by the sword energy without any resistance. They either turned into blood foam or were directly dismembered! The dense formation was plowed out a flesh-and-blood passage several feet deep!
The second sword energy had no chance to be met with the sword style. Mo Wen held the Bingyun Sword and directly resisted!
Boom! The sword energy shattered. Mo Wen's Bingyun Sword was intact, but his body was violently thrown back more than ten feet as if hit by a mountain, and fell into the lake.
Mo Wen was already breaking out in a cold sweat while he was in mid-air! He quickly moved the Qingyun Step, but the energy and blood in his body was still churning from the force of the counter-shock. The movement of the sword energy was stagnant, and he could not gather the Qingyun energy under his feet to float above the water, and he fell with a pop.
Entered the lake.
"Wenmo!"
Yue screamed and watched helplessly as Mo Wen fell into the water, with a look of fear and panic on his face.
The next moment, the lake water that had just rippled suddenly exploded into another wave. A figure rose up from the water, covered with ugly fish and beasts. It was Mo Wen!
Yue Zhen relaxed, feeling that his heart that almost jumped out of his chest fell back. He soon realized that his reaction just now was a bit excessive, a slight blush appeared on his face, and his heart was a little dry. Angrily, he vented all his unhappiness to him.
The pseudo-sword master he was fighting against was so oppressed that the opponent retreated continuously.
Mo Wen's sword energy trembled all over his body, and dozens of saw-toothed fish that bit into his muscles turned into rotten meat and fell into the lake. Then he stepped lightly on the water with his feet on the blue clouds, and swept back to the shore like the waves were wasted.
At this time, he looked a little embarrassed. Although a dozen sawtooth fish did not cause any harm to him, they tore the clothes he had just changed into tatters, making him look like a beggar.
Seeing Mo Wen come out of the lake intact, the two pseudo-sword masters were slightly surprised, because even a ninth-level spiritual swordsman would lose a piece of meat if bitten by a saw-toothed fish, but this young boy was actually bitten by more than a dozen saw-toothed fish.
The fish was bitten without any damage. Is this body made of iron?
However, the two of them were also decisive in killing. They only stayed surprised for a moment, then completely put away and continued to attack Mo Wen. But at this moment, a sword energy containing the spirit of water and fire came from the side and killed one of them.
Blocked by the fake swordsman's attack.
"Your opponent is here."
Yue sullenly pulled a pseudo-sword master who was targeting Mo Wen into his own battle circle, and faced the two pseudo-sword masters alone.
Mo Wen glanced at Yue in slight surprise. He didn't expect that the other party would come to his rescue, but now was not the time to be doubtful. The remaining fake sword master had already attacked him. But facing a fake sword master, Mo Wen
There was no need to be afraid anymore, Bingyun sword shook, and he stepped forward to meet him.
After all, this fake sword master is not in the real sword vein stage. He has a powerful sword spirit, but his realm is only at the seventh level. The power he can exert is limited, so with Mo Wen's current strength, he immediately suppressed the opponent!
The Bingyun Sword, a useless sword in the eyes of ordinary spiritual swordsmen, once again showed its brilliance in Mo Wen's hands. The remaining spiritual power inside was gradually activated and released, and a cold chill enveloped every inch of space on the shore! In this terrifying situation
Under the spiritual pressure, the pseudo-spiritual sword master who fought against Mo Wen was covered in frost, and his movements were extremely stiff. However, the spiritual light of the high-grade spiritual sword in his hand was dim, and the sword spirit was suppressed and could not transform at all!
"it's over."
Mo Wen muttered softly, and with a flash of green light under his feet, he instantly appeared next to the pseudo-spiritual sword master. The Ice Cloud Sword turned into a black light and disappeared in a flash.
The spiritual sword in the hand of the fake sword master silently broke into two pieces, and a small wound appeared on his neck. Then a fountain of blood spurted out from the neck cavity, and a head rushed into the sky.
The person in the main formation died, and the corresponding Great Tyrant Shenglong Sword Formation instantly disintegrated. Hundreds of spirit sword masters who deployed the formation were seriously injured by the backlash, and they all vomited blood and slumped to the ground.
Mo Wen exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked at Yue's battlefield on the other side. His face changed slightly, because Yue's situation was already in danger. He was suppressed by two pseudo-sword masters and was about to be forced into the lake.
Immediately, the Bingyun Sword shook, and a "Wind and Water Rises" movement was swung out, forcing one of the pseudo-sword masters away from Yue's front. Without one person, Yue's response was much more calm, and he easily knocked out the other pseudo-sword master.
The sword master fought back several feet and resolved his crisis.
Glancing at Mo Wen, Yue tried his best to deal with the fake sword master in front of him. After all, he was in the early stage of the real sword vein. Although the wounds on the meridians had not yet healed and he could exert less than 50% of his strength, he could not deal with a fake sword master who was forcibly improved by external forces.
The saint was still more than enough. After a round of attacks, the pseudo-sword saint's protective sword light shattered, and he was finally killed by Yue Yijian.
After that, the two teamed up to fight the last pseudo-sword master fiercely. In less than ten rounds, they killed him on the spot. Since then, the three great tyrants' Shenglong Sword Formation has been declared destroyed, and more than a thousand royal swordsmen can no longer fight against these two people.
create a threat.
"Let's go! I feel a strong aura nearby!"
Yue's expression was solemn, and she rushed into the group of royal sword masters first. Wherever the sword light passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere. These spirit sword masters who were only in the middle and low levels were not qualified to receive a sword. But these people were still not strong enough.
A death-fearing interception, like a moth flying into a flame, it hits the moon's sword light.
Mo Wen tightened the Bingyun Sword in his hand and followed forward. The sword energy was swaying without any hesitation. A famous spiritual swordsman fell behind him, paving a bloody road under his feet!
"He is indeed a demon from the Demon Sect! He dares to kill innocent people here in broad daylight!"
An old but extremely clear and upright voice sounded from the sky, and then the entire battlefield on the shore of Taihu Lake was enveloped by a huge, scalp-numbing spiritual pressure!
As the focus of being taken care of by spiritual pressure, Mo Wen and Yue were the first to bear the brunt. The sword energy in their bodies was instantly suppressed and could not flow, and they could only shrink back into the body! As if it was an irresistible force of heaven, Mo Wen felt his hard sword
His body made a rattling sound, as if he was overwhelmed by the weight.
"Well……"
Yue groaned, knelt on one knee on the ground, held the hilt of the spirit sword upside down with both hands to support her body, and looked up to the sky.
At some point above the battlefield, an old man wearing a khaki robe appeared with a spiritual sword under his feet. He looked down with his hands behind his back. The terrifying boundless pressure was released from this old man!
The yellow-robed old man first glanced at Yue, and then looked at Mo Wen, who was still standing, with a trace of wonder in his eyes: "You can withstand 30% of my spiritual pressure. Your body is well trained. But body training is a heretic, and sword refining is
That’s the truth!”
As soon as the word "tong" came out, the terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly increased. Mo Wen opened his eyes and felt like another huge mountain was pressing on his body. There was a dense clicking sound coming from the bones of his legs, slowly pressing down on his body.
Bend downward.
A lot of sweat fell from his face. Mo Wen stared at the yellow-robed old man in the sky with wide eyes. This was a humiliation he had never experienced since he set foot in the world! Even if Qingcheng faced Elder Huo who was in the realm of sword veins
, or Hua Tianfeng, the disciple of the Light Sword Sect in the middle stage of Sword Vein on the Lake Center Island, he stood up straight and faced it calmly, but now he was forced to kneel down!
"Still not kneeling?"
The yellow-robed old man's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, and the spiritual pressure that enveloped the entire audience strengthened again!
Two crisp sounds of bone cracking came from his legs. Mo Wen's face looked a little ferocious, but he still gritted his teeth and his legs were completely sunk into the soil below the knees.
"Senior is a master of swordsmanship. Now it's difficult for us two juniors. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by all the spiritual sword masters in the world?"
The surface of Yue's body shone with red and blue light. She stood up tremblingly under the tremendous pressure and spoke slowly.
The old man in yellow robe frowned, his face slightly ugly: "Xuan Tian Shui Yan Sword Technique! As expected, he is worthy of being the direct disciple of the demon woman Lihen, and he actually mastered this sword technique. You don't need to provoke me with words, now you want to sword
The war between the Sect and My Heart Sword Sect is about to begin, do you think those hypocritical morals are still useful?"
Yue's face was pale and she glared at the old man in yellow robes. The other party's words had been very straightforward. Starting from the Taihu Sword Club, the two sects had declared war. It was natural that they would not let her go if they met her, the direct disciple of the headmaster of the Sword Sect.
After taking a few deep breaths, Yue spoke with difficulty: "Senior, the person next to me is not a disciple of my Yujian Sect, nor a member of my Demon Sect. Can you let him go?"
The old man in yellow robe snorted softly: "Those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Being associated with the demon sect will definitely bring disaster to you in the future!"
"Haha, what a person who is close to red, red and close to ink, who is black! What qualifications do you have to judge right from wrong? Decide life and death?" Mo Wen laughed loudly, his eyes like a cold and sharp sword, wishing to pierce the old man in yellow robe.
The old man in yellow robe had a gloomy face, stared at Mo Wen and said slowly: "Do you want to know?"
"Then I'll tell you, because I'm better than you, that's enough!"
The old man in yellow robe slowly raised a finger, and a light yellow light slowly lit up, as pale as a firefly, but from this light came a terrifying and heart-stopping fluctuation.
At this moment, Mo Wen felt that his whole body and soul were trembling, as if he was about to face the turbulent waves of the lonely boat, and would be torn into pieces by the terrifying power in an instant. A chill came from his chest, and the silence
The blue jade sword finally reacted under this life-and-death pressure!
"Old Taiyue! You, an old guy over 150 years old, are bullying two teenagers here, do you still have no shame?"
A voice suddenly rolled out, accompanied by a stream of red light shooting from the sky, flying over the battlefield in an instant, facing the old man in yellow robe from a distance. The spiritual pressure released by the old man in yellow robe disintegrated in an instant.
The person who came was an old woman with gray hair and childish face. She stepped on a red spiritual sword under her feet, and billowing heat radiated out, like a burning fire cloud.
As soon as the old woman appeared, Mo Wen immediately felt that the blue jade sword on his chest fell into silence again, as if it had not moved at all.
When the old man in yellow robe saw the old woman, his eyes showed fear, and he coldly uttered five words: "Fire dances with sword and cold jade!"
The old woman smiled coldly: "Old Taiyue, if you want to kill the descendant of my Yujian Sect, aren't you afraid that I, the Yujian Sect, will visit your Xinjian Sect with my clan?"
Taiyue snorted coldly: "So what if I kill you? Is the Heart Sword Sect still afraid of you?"
"Haha!" Leng Yu laughed angrily: "Taiyue! You are serious about provoking a war between the two factions!"
"Second Elder, the Heart Sword Sect has cooperated with the Yan Kingdom Light Sword Sect. This time the Taihu Sword Club was a trap, and Yue'er was almost plotted by them." Yue said loudly.
"What?!" Leng Yu was furious: "Old Taiyue! You dare to unite with the foreign sect! You are not afraid of attracting wolves into the house!"
Taiyue sneered and said: "What does it mean to attract a wolf into the house? Those who cultivate resources and have virtue live there. You, the Sword Sect, belong to the Demon Sword lineage. You should have given up the resources and withdraw from the Kingdom of Zhao!"
"So that's it! This is what your Heart Sword Sect has in mind. You want my Yu Jian Sect to withdraw from the Kingdom of Zhao. I think you are just wishful thinking!" Leng Yu shouted angrily.
"Haha, are you just wishful thinking? You will know later. Since you, the second elder of the Yujian Sect, are here today, there is no need to leave!"
Taiyue sneered, and the spiritual sword under his feet turned into a stream of light and fell into his hand, and then slashed towards Leng Yu with a sword. However, the ordinary sword shot out with a sword light hundreds of feet long, and the terrifying spiritual pressure swept the whole place!
Leng Yu's face darkened, and the spiritual swords under his feet flew into his hands at the same time. He slashed out with the same sword and chopped Taiyue's sword light into pieces. Then he said to Yue: "Yue'er, leave here immediately!"
"Yue'er understands."
Yue responded, nodded to Mo Wen, and swept away from the battlefield, with Mo Wen following closely behind. But as soon as they left, a shocking loud noise broke out on the shore of Taihu Lake, with two colors of light, one yellow and one red.
It almost filled half of the sky, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within dozens of miles shook violently. Jian Gang has exceeded the level of sword master that ordinary people understand. It does not belong to the power of the world. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a sword immortal!
Mo Wen was holding a ball of fire in his heart, and the pain in his legs was far less than the humiliation in his heart. The old man in yellow robe named Taiyue gave him a vivid lesson, explaining that the law of the jungle is not just the preserve of monsters in the wild.
, the same applies to people. Without strong power, in the face of absolute power, you can only be at the mercy of others! Power! More powerful power is needed! For the first time, Mo Wen is so eager to seek a breakthrough in power!
Two hours later, in a valley a hundred miles away from Taihu Lake, Yue threw a wild fruit into Mo Wen's hand: "How is your leg?"
"It's ready." Mo Wen said in a dull voice.
Yue noticed Mo Wen's boredom and said softly: "Are you still worried about the matter on the shore of Taihu Lake?"
Mo Wen didn't say anything, he didn't want to talk.
Yue smiled coldly: "Do you feel humiliated? Let me tell you, the world of spirit sword masters is originally a world of the jungle. Whoever is more powerful is the right one. If you are not mentally prepared for this, it is best not to leave.
Step into the world of spirit sword masters and find a place to live a peaceful life."
Seeing that Mo Wen didn't say anything, Yue didn't have the intention to say anything more: "It's safe now, let's say goodbye."
After saying that, he picked up Xiaodi and rushed out of the valley. When he reached the entrance of the valley, he suddenly stopped and did not look back: "You'd better forget Xiyun. She practices the sword of Forgetting Love. All the passions and desires in the sword heart have been cut off, and she will never be able to do it for the rest of her life."
It is impossible to have feelings, and I will never fall in love with you. Also, my real name is Qiu Yueying."
Then he swept into the dense forest and disappeared without a trace.dd