Chapter 4760

The temple was silent, and everyone was watching this scene with bated breath.

Those who are good at swords, when they see that this battle is almost completed in an instant, their eyebrows are dignified.

Because the sword intention escaped from the confrontation between the two of them is by no means comparable to the ordinary sword repair.

In particular, the sword meaning swept up in that moment, even those who approached felt a kind of moribund killing intention that the spirit was cut.

Jian Wushuang stood with his sword in his hand, and did not seem to plan on the next fight.

The young guard also had no intention of fighting again. After leading the sword back, he was ready to return.

"Stop, did I let you go back?"

A cold voice sounded, and the childe sitting at the head probed in front of Mo's body. His drunken eyes were full of cold, as if he was going to murder at the next moment.

And the body that was ready to retreat stopped at this moment, looked at him with a pair of British eyes, and then arched his hands, "it's just a matter of time. If we continue to fight, I'm afraid we'll make a joke."

"If you insist on watching it, why don't you let me wait for some brothers and compose a sword dance for you?"

The childe Mo smelled the words and looked at the valiant guard. His face softened, "well, if you don't satisfy me, I'll take your head!"

The young guard promised, and then turned to look behind him.

A total of six guards in uniform walked out slowly from one side.

Jian Wushuang saw this, his eyebrows slightly jumped, and his body retreated without trace.

"Brother Jian, what's the situation?" Chen Qing asked in a low voice.

"Later, if the situation is wrong, run directly!" He said in a low voice, with a dignified flash in his eyes.

At this point, jianwushuang was completely determined. The seven guards were the seven swordsmen who had previously seen in the Xianfu Pavilion in North Tianxian state.

At present, they all sneaked into the hall of this day, and the goal seemed to be running for the son Mo alone.

Chen Qingchun and Qiu heard what they said, and they were all cautious. They knew that the sword had an unparalleled character and would never aim at nothing.

He said there was a situation, then there must be a situation.

For a moment, Chen Qing turned her eyes to the seven seemingly ordinary bodies in the center of the hall.

Without too much nonsense, the seven body shapes spread out side by side in the shape of Pinzi, and then the seven real swords wrapped around Yan Li pointed straight forward.

The atmosphere in the whole temple began to change subtly.

Jian Wushuang took Chen Qingchun and Qiu and moved to the door of the temple without trace, but was stopped by the silver bell lady sitting on the top with her eyes.

At this moment, the sword dance composed of seven people began. Taking the leading young guard as the guide, the seven real swords stabbed Yan Li and swam in the hall.

The clouds and smoke from the huge incense burner in the center of the hall gradually changed into various scenes under the stabbing of these swords.

Or like a dragon leaping in the sea of clouds, or like a crouching tiger chanting, changing thousands of times.

Seeing this magnificent scene, the top repairmen sitting on both sides of the hall, or the Yan immortals couldn't help applauding.

The childe Mo sitting at the top also nodded frequently, as if he was very satisfied with the sword dance of these seven people.

And Jian Wushuang seemed a little uneasy, because he just found that there was a larger and more powerful force in this seven person team.

Although it only showed for a moment, it still surprised jianwushuang immediately.

That level of deriving force is likely to be beyond the realm of deriving immortals.

"Are they going to assassinate childe Mo?" He seemed to think of something, and then his eyes turned to childe mo.

Unconsciously, the seven figures leaned forward more and more.

Clouds and smoke gradually spread in the whole hall, making every top cultivation seem to be on the top of the cloud, floating like immortals.

At the moment, the childe Mo's eyes are gradually excited, and his eyes are even more drunk.

In the formation of seven people, the front youth guard, holding a real sword, was very powerful.

The eyes, which were already slightly old, quietly showed a touch of cold killing.

The next moment, he suddenly jumped up and stepped on the clouds. Under the gaze of all Ding Xiu and Yan Xian, he clenched the real sword in his hand and stabbed the childe mo.

The air seemed to stagnate, and everything that was about to happen happened at this moment.

The sword, which was wrapped around the supreme Yanli, stabbed him without any hesitation.

But at this time, the space in front of Childe Mo's face collapsed without warning, and forcibly changed the position of the sword.

The sword that originally stabbed childe Mo's forehead was forced to move, and finally pierced the cheekbone without any resistance, nailing it firmly to the temple chair.

Screams resounded, and God's blood gushed out.

Childe Mo's whole left side was directly crushed. The real sword ran through half of his head, and the tip of the sword went straight into the hall chair for more than an inch!

But this blow did not kill him at all, and there was still a distance from the immortal source in his brain.

One blow failed to kill, and the young guard then slapped down and vowed to completely kill the childe Mo!

But the overwhelming pressure that followed curbed his momentum.

A black robe came out from behind the childe Mo, and also stretched out a palm and smashed it at the young guard.

The two derivatives collided and burst into a roar.

Then the young guard flew out upside down like a kite with a broken line.

At this moment, all the top practitioners and Yanxian reacted and manipulated Yanli to surround seven people.

And the six figures standing in place also moved, all like ghosts. After catching the young guard quickly, they directly let go of their hands and feet to kill.

One of them was a tall and thin shape. His palms closed in front of his chest, and then he tore it suddenly. The boundless force actually tore up the space directly, and together with the more than 20 top repairmen who surrounded it, they all turned into powder.

Another body shape, palm congealed into a fist, committed a fist to hit the ground.

"Boom!"

The whole temple of heaven trembled, and then fine cracks cracked the white jade floor.

The six figures all burst out at this moment with the most terrifying strength.

Everyone has the terrible power to easily destroy Yan Xian.

At this point, the whole temple of heaven fell into chaos!

As early as the first moment of the riot, Jian Wushuang took the lead in reacting, directly stretched out his hand to blast open the hall door, and ran away with the two.

Such a chaotic situation is out of control. If he is careless, I'm afraid even he will hate him on the spot.

"Brother Jian, this is too exciting. It seems that the young man Mo must die today!" In the void, Chen Qing said excitedly, "it's really reincarnation. Unexpectedly, someone also came to assassinate."

Jian Wushuang heard the words, and the body that had escaped quickly unexpectedly stopped in a hurry.

Looking back at the temple that was about to collapse, he finally said, "no, I want to go back."

Chen Qingwen was stunned, and then hurriedly said, "brother Jian, are you kidding? Childe Mo has lost his life."