Suppressing Huang Long and forcing Huang Tian to retreat. In a brief battle, Mo Yu burst out with amazing strength.

The Sword Sect was naturally excited, and many disciples were filled with excitement and worship.

The other Taoist practices showed a bit of solemn expression!

The originally vague image of the Seventh Elder of the Sword Sect was completely formed in their hearts in a short period of time.

Strong and powerful!

However, at this moment, the eleven Taoist sects in charge of the eleven Taoist slogans, and then they took their eyes back and turned to the sword killing domain that was still colliding wildly!

No matter how powerful Yu Mo is, it is ultimately in the imperial category. What can really determine the outcome of today's Daotong dispute is still the battle between Jian Wudao and Xuanyun's ancestor.

After all, no matter how powerful the imperial cultivator is, he is vulnerable to the heavenly way!

Mo Yu felt very clearly in the eyes of the eleven Taoist sects in charge of the eleven Taoist sects, but his expression did not change at all. He raised his head and looked up at his head.

The aura of Jian Wudao was so powerful that it was as fierce as a volcano erupting, burning everything.

Opposite, the sword intent of the ancestor Xuanyun was extremely powerful, showing the horror of the sword cultivator in the realm of Heaven.

But in the face of Jian Wudao, who fought to the death and burned his life span with a secret method, even detonated the fire of Aoki, it was only a matter of time before his defeat.

...

boom--

With the loud noise, the figure of the ancestor Xuanyun retreated, his face was pale, and blood was gushing from his mouth and nose. Especially in his chest, the long wound looked extremely ferocious.

Failed?

On the Wuji Sword Sect, all the monks felt a chill in their hearts, as if they were falling into an ice cellar.

After a brief silence, the sword sect was located, and endless cheers burst out!

"Victed!"

"The sect leader won!"

"The Sword Sect is invincible!"

But at this moment, Mo Yu's eyes swept over, but his brows frowned slightly.

Jian Wudao, he finally got to this point...

In the air, Jian Wudao stood in the air, and his sword intent was like a tide, storming everywhere. But if you sense it carefully, you will find that under the powerful appearance, his face was dark and he felt powerless.

After fighting over the powerful ancestor Xuanyun, he obviously had reached an unsustainable level...

The eleven Taoist dictators, including the Lord of the Divine Cult, lit their eyes at the same time, revealing their interest.

Jian Wudao's cultivation is indeed a problem...

"Puff——" A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and the ancestor Xuanyun tried hard to suppress the injury. "What a master of the Sword Sect, who actually had such a method, but I can still recover from serious injuries, but you will never survive today! The Sword Sect will no longer exist!"

The voice of the Sin Ran showed a lot of resentment, and the key point was that Jian Wudao's current situation was.

He wanted to transfer all his attention for the time being.

But at this moment, a calm voice broke all his plans.

"What's wrong with my Sword Sect? I don't care about my ancestor Xuanyun. However, in today's battle, my sect leader Jian Wudao won. Now I'll ask the leaders of all parties to make a ruling." Mo Yu spoke lightly.

The face of the ancestor Xuanyun suddenly became extremely ugly. The judgment was made... It would be impossible to disband the Wuji Sword Sect and incorporate it into the Sword Sect!

He turned around, gritted his teeth and bowed, "Everyone, the master of the Sword Sect used evil methods to barely beat me, but he was already exhausted and his life was not long. In this way, I would like to think twice about how to make a decision today."

The Tao United Front Work Platform is silent.

After the shock, the eyes of monks from all sides became deeper.

On the surface, the Sword Sect did win, but it was too heavy for Jian Wudao to die.

Without Jian Wudao, what qualifications are the Sword Sect? It is on par with the other Taoist sects.

The Lord of the Divine Sect coughed lightly, and a slightly sharp voice slowly sounded, "I, the leader, suggest that Wuji Sword Sect win."

His eyes swept coldly, "The Shura Holy Clan has supported the forty-nine Taoist sects to enhance the strength of my Abi Realm. But the sword sect now has no qualifications to be ranked in Taoist sects."

The other Taoist sects in the ten directions nodded slowly after pondering.

Knowing that the Lord of the Divine Cult is suspected of revenge on his own, he has to admit that what he said is the truth. Moreover, this is more in line with the interests of all parties!

A sneer appeared on the corner of the old ancestor Xuanyun's mouth, "The verdict has been made. The one who won today is my Wuji Sword Sect after all!"

At this moment, a crazy laugh suddenly exploded between the world, arousing endless power of heaven and earth, and swelling wildly.

"What a verdict! What a group of shameless people!" Jian Wudao's gray sword robe was stirring, and his face was even more dark, but the aura that burst out in his body reached its peak at this moment.

Countless sword shadows lingered in the void, making a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

He suddenly turned around and blew, "Dwarf! Take my sword!"

call out--

The long sword was like lightning, and it was slashed down sharply.

dwarf……

The monks from all sides of the Taoist United Front Work Station twitched at the same time. They resisted the hilarious impulse and glanced at the Lord of the Divine Cult. Sure enough, they found that his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and as stiff as a dead face.

"You are looking for death!" A roar was roaring at the top of your lungs, and the Lord of the Divine Cult completely broke out and raised his hand to the sky.

Buzz —

An ancient god's phantom appeared. He was a thousand feet tall and his body was filled with ancient aura. The stars in his left eye and the bright moon in his right eye were at this moment. He roared and raised his hand to blast out.

The Divine Cult serves the ancient god lineage and inherits the power of the ancient gods. It is rumored that every generation of sect leader has the blood of ancient gods flowing in his body to summon the shadow of the ancient god to come.

Of course, the physique of this generation of the Lord of the Divine Cult is too far from the rumored ancestor of the ancient gods...

Boom-

Boom-

The violent force impact exploded in an instant, Jian Wudao's body threw away, and he burst into tears while laughing wildly, "Damn it! How does my sword taste like?"

Be arrogant!

The Lord of the Divine Cult was long and had countless holes. His long and tight hair was spread out, and he was extremely embarrassed. The pale flash of his face further showed that he was not easy to bear this sword.

Hearing this, he was so angry that he trembled all over and shouted, "Jian Wudao! I will make your Sword Sect no longer exist today!"

"Die it for me!"

Stepping out, the Lord of the Divine Cult roared, but his body was less than a woman's body, but it burst out with a mountain-like aura, which made people feel trembling.

The ancestor Xuanyun looked excited and couldn't help clenching his fists! Angry the leader of the Divine Sect, the destruction of the Sword Sect today is a foregone conclusion. Although most of the interests will be taken away by the other eleven Taoist sects, being able to obtain the status of Taoist sect is the greatest gain for the Wuji Sword Sect.

Jian Wudao, die!

The ancestor Xuanyun's eyes were excited, as if he had seen the scene of his blood spilling on the spot.

As long as Jian Wudao dies, things will be irreversible!

Suddenly, a figure broke into his sight. Old Ancestor Xuanyun was stunned and then showed a ferocious look.

Yumo!

Hehe, he actually tried to stop the master of the Divine Sect. This seven elder of the Sword Sect is really overestimating his ability!

Well, I dare to kill my Wuji Sword Sect cultivator, and I will be buried with the Sword Sect today.

The extreme excitement and strong confidence made him not notice the flash of relaxation in Jian Wudao's dark eyes.

Yu Mo took action, and it is still unknown what the result is today!

Buzz —

A sword sounded, and the sound penetrated the depths of the soul. No one saw clearly when Mo Yu had a long sword in his hand.

The whole body is red and has a faint sense of transparency, just like a fire crystal forged.
Chapter completed!