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nLeng Rou, Little Fatty and the others turned nervous.

nAfter all, they had not seen Su Zimo for a hundred years and they did not know how strong he was right now.

nLeng Rou looked at the Startling Dharmic Sword in her hands and suddenly felt regret.

nIf she had returned the connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon to Su Zimo earlier on, it might have been of some use at this critical juncture.

nBut now, Su Zimo was standing on the spot, unarmed and fighting with his bare hands.

nJian Wuzong’s sword was already at his throat!

nAt this distance, it was already too late for Su Zimo to retrieve his Dharmic weapon from his storage bag!

nFurthermore, the eight maidservants of Ye Tiancheng had already surrounded him and sealed off all his escape routes!

n“Arrogant fellow, let’s see where you can hide!”

nYe Jiu said hatefully with a cold gaze.

nA look of joy flashed through Jian Wuzong’s eyes as well.

nHe could almost see Su Zimo’s throat being pierced by his sword the next moment!

n“Hahahaha!”

nSuddenly, Su Zimo reared his head and roared with laughter that was deafening!

nJian Wuzong frowned slightly.

nHe had suddenly noticed that even in the face of such an encirclement, Su Zimo’s eyes were filled with mockery instead of panic!

nThereafter, Su Zimo said indifferently, “If I can snatch your sword once, I can do it again!”

nHe was the strongest monster incarnate in history!

nHe had no intention of dodging attacks as such!

nThere was no need for it either!

nBefore he finished his sentence, Su Zimo suddenly struck. His entire arm went limp and he flung it out with a thud, like the trunk of a primordial divine elephant against the incoming sword!

nA coil and a tremble!

n“Ah!”

nJian Wuzong exclaimed.

nHe sensed an extremely terrifying power that twisted and trembled before erupting.

nHis palm could not hold the sword at all!

nThe sword vibrated and his palm was torn apart. Blood oozed from the muscles on his arm!

nIn a flash, the sword flew out of his hands and was snatched away by Su Zimo!

nNobody could tell what happened the moment the two of them exchanged blows.

nEven Jian Wuzong himself could not see clearly either.

nEveryone only knew that the sword had changed owners in the blink of an eye!

nNo one could understand the fear in Jian Wuzong’s heart right now!

nAlthough his current sword was not a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon, it was still a perfect Dharmic weapon that was extremely sharp and could slice through metal like mud!

nHe truly could not imagine that someone of the same cultivation realm could snatch his sword barehanded!

nSuch methods and powerful physique were way beyond his understanding!

nAt that moment, there was only a single thought in Jian Wuzong’s mind.

n“Run!”

nWith his sword snatched away, Jian Wuzong did not hesitate and burst in retreat.

nImmediately after, he felt an extremely terrifying aura that caused his scalp to tingle!

nSu Zimo extended his left hand and closed two fingers together like a sword, slashing in his direction casually!

n“Chi!”

nA sword qi burst forth from Su Zimo’s fingertip. It was a blinding white!

nIn that instant, the entire world shook and the weather changed!

n“Heaven Slaying Sword Art!”

nThe sword snatching and counterattack happened at almost the same time!

nEven the cultivators in the entire Mystic Courtyard felt a chilling killing intent, let alone Jian Wuzong!

nPsst!

nThe crowd gasped.

nWhat a terrifying sword qi!

nApart from Sword Sect, was there another sword art in Tianhuang Mainland that was this terrifying?

n“I know! Cheng Peng of Heavenly Dipper Sect was crippled by that sword qi!”

nSomeone exclaimed.

nInitially, Dao Lord Pang Lan had the thought of watching a show. However, after the sword qi burst forth, he felt a chill run down his spine!

nInstinctively, he sat upright with a grim expression.

nDao Lord Lan Yue’s expression changed slightly as her eyes narrowed.

nShe was a Dharma Characteristic Dao Lord and her cultivation realm far surpassed everyone else’s – she could sense everything clearly!

nIt was clear that Mo Ling had yet to unleash the true might of the sword qi. Even so, it was enough to destroy everything!

nCompared to this sword qi, Jian Wuzong’s attack earlier paled in comparison, as though he was a kid that was waving a sword wildly.

nThe cultivators at the side felt their hearts skip a beat.

nIt was easy to imagine the current situation of Jian Wuzong!

nIt was as though he could smell death!

nJian Wuzong’s pupils constricted as he conjured hand seals repeatedly. Dharmic powers surged and a gigantic Dharmic power sword was formed between his palms!

n“Slay!”

nWith a furious roar, he waved his Dharmic power sword and slashed viciously at the incoming sword qi!

nShing!

nThere was a soft sound.

nIt was almost inaudible.

nThe Dharmic power sword in Jian Wuzong’s hands was sliced into two by the thin white sword qi and dissipated instantly!

nHowever, the sword qi did not pause at all and stabbed towards Jian Wuzong’s chest!

nA Dharmic art of Sword Sect could not defend against the sword qi at all!

nJian Wuzong had a ferocious expression and green veins popped out on his neck, his eyes filled with indignance.

nAlthough the sword qi might not be able to kill him, it would definitely destroy his body once it entered his body!

nHe had never seen such a terrifying sword qi even back in Sword Sect!

n“I’m indignant!”

nJian Wuzong let out his final roar.

nAll of a sudden!

nJust as Jian Wuzong was about to give up, a massive tug on his arm pulled him back!

nJian Wuzong’s figure floated and he fell towards the front of Sword Sect.

nIn the blink of an eye, he caught sight of a familiar figure who shielded him.

n“Senior Brother!”

nJian Wuzong jolted.

nHang Qiuyu chose to stand out when he was on the brink of death!

n“Senior Brother, help me kill him!”

nJian Wuzong shouted through gritted teeth.

nHang Qiuyu did not reply.

nHe could not speak either!

nWhen he stood in front of the sword qi properly, Hang Qiuyu felt the fear full and proper.

nUnknowingly, beads of sweat appeared on his face!

nBuzz!

nHang Qiuyu struck!

nA breathtaking sword beam appeared!

nSix Dharmic patterns, a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon!

nWherever the sword beam passed, all life in the void seemed to be sucked away by it!

nLifeless Sword Art!

nThat sword art was a secret skill that was deduced by the Sword Sect’s Founder Master through one of the three ancient sword arts and possessed shocking might!

nClang!

nThe sword qi and sword tip collided!

nEndless killing intent filled the air!

nThe void where they collided seemed to be sliced into pieces!

nHang Qiuyu shuddered and staggered three steps back.

nWith every step, his feet sank deeply into the ground, leaving a clear footprint!

nThe terrifying sword qi finally dissipated.

nHowever, Hang Qiuyu’s arm that was gripping his sword was still trembling uncontrollably!

nEven with his connate Dharmic weapon and the Lifeless Sword Art, he could barely defend against the sword qi!

nWhat was the origin of that sword qi?!

nWhat scared Hang Qiuyu even more was not the sword qi.

nIt was the person who released the sword qi!

nAfter releasing that sword qi, Mo Ling turned around and faced the eight maidservants of Ye Tiancheng without turning back.

nHe did not even look at them once.

nNobody could match his confidence!

nThe true reason why Hang Qiuyu’s heart sank was because of that person’s identity!

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