The Temple of Heaven was silent and everyone looked at this scene with breathless breath.

The sword-sword good swordsmen, when they saw this almost instantaneous confrontation, were all frowning.

Because of the confrontation between the two of them, the sword intentions that escaped from them were absolutely uncommon.

Especially the sword spirit that flew up in a flash, and even those who approached felt a kind of sensational killing intention of being cut by the soul.

Sword stood without a sword, and it didn't seem to plan on the next battle.

The young guard did not intend to fight anymore, and after the sword was turned around, he was ready to return.

"Stop, did I ask you to go back?"

An icy voice sounded, and the youngest son sitting in front of him protruded in front of his body. His drunken eyes were full of coldness. It seemed that the next moment would be a violent murder.

The figure that was about to return was also paused at this moment, a pair of British eyes looked at him, and then arched his hand, "Point to the end, if I hit it, I am afraid I will make a joke."

"If the son insists on watching, why not let me wait for some brothers to compose a sword dance for the son?"

The young man Mo Wenyan looked at the heroic guard who looked down, his face relaxed, "Well, if you are not satisfied with me, it will take your head!"

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

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

Jian Wushuang saw this situation, his brow angle jumped slightly, and he stepped back without trace.

"Brother Jian, is there something?" Chen Qing asked in a low voice.

"If the situation is not right, just run!" He whispered, his eyes flashing dignifiedly.

At this point, Jian Wushuang was completely certain that the seven guards were the seven swordsmen he had seen in the Xianfu Pavilion in the Northern Celestial State.

Right now, they all sneaked into this temple, and the goal seemed to be all running to the son Mo.

Chen Qingqiu and the two heard it and were all cautious. They knew that Jian Wushuang's character would never be untargeted.

He said that there is a situation, then there must be a situation.

For a time, Chen Qing set his sights on the center of the temple, the seven seemingly ordinary figures.

There is not too much nonsense, the seven figures are spread out side by side in the shape of a character, and then the seven-handed sword with entangled force points straight ahead.

The atmosphere in the entire temple began to change subtly.

Jian Wushuang and Chen Qingqiuqiu moved towards the gate of the Temple of Heaven without any trace, but they were stopped by the silver bell girl sitting on the head.

At this moment, the sword dance composed of seven people began. Taking the leading young guard as the guide, the seven-handed sword moved and moved in the hall.

The cloud smoke from the huge censer in the center of the temple was also transformed into various scenes by these swords.

It may look like a dragon leaping into the sea of ​​clouds, or it might look like a tiger lying on its back, changing a lot.

Seeing this magnificent scene, sitting on the side of the temple, or the Yanxian could not help clapping and applauded.

The youngest son Mo, who was sitting at the head, nodded frequently, and seemed to be very satisfied with the sword dance of these seven people.

And Jian Wushuang seemed a little uneasy, because he had just discovered that this seven-member team had a bigger and more powerful force.

Although it was only revealed for a moment, Jian Wushuang was immediately shocked.

It is very likely that those levels of Yanli power have transcended Yanxian Realm.

"Are they going to assassinate Gongzi Mo?" He seemed to think of something, and then looked at him.

Unconsciously, the seven figures leaned forward.

Yunyan gradually spread throughout the hall, making every roof repair seem to be on top of the cloud, fluttering in immortality.

At the moment, the son of the son was gradually excited, and the eyes were even more drunk.

In the seven-man formation, the youngest guard in the front, holding a real sword, is very powerful.

In the eyes, which were slightly old, quietly showed a sense of Morin cold killing.

At the next moment, he jumped up suddenly, stepped on the clouds and smoke, and under the gaze of all Ding Xiu and Yan Xian, he shook the real sword tightly, and stabbed at the son.

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

A sword that lingered on the supremacy, without any hesitation to stab him.

But at this time, the change suddenly appeared, and the space in front of Gongzi Mo collapsed without a sign, and even changed the position of the sword stabbed with force.

The sword that originally pierced the son's ink head was forced to move, and finally without any resistance, it pierced the cheekbone and nailed it firmly on the temple chair.

The screams rang loudly, and blood poured out.

The whole left side of Gongzi Mo was directly minced, the real sword penetrated half of his head, and the tip of the sword went straight into the hall chair for more than an inch!

But this blow didn't kill him at all, and there was even a distance from the fairy source in his brain.

One blow failed to kill, the young guard came down with one of his palms, and vowed to completely kill the son Mo!

But the ensuing great coercion suppressed his momentum.

A black robe came out from behind the son Mo, and also stretched out a palm, smashing towards the young guard.

The two forces collided and a burst of loud noise erupted.

Then the young guard looked like a kite with a broken thread and flew out.

At this moment, all Dingxiu and Yanxian reacted and manipulated Yanli to encircle the seven people.

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

One of them was tall and thin, his palms closed on his chest, and then it was suddenly torn apart. The infinite strength was torn the space directly, together with more than twenty top repairers who gathered around it, all turned into powder.

There was another figure, the palm of his hand clenched into a fist, and he hit the ground with a punch.

"Boom!"

The entire temple shook, and then a series of fine cracks cracked the white jade floor.

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Everyone has the terrible power to kill Yan Xian easily.

At this point, the entire temple was in chaos!

As early as the first moment of the riot, Jian Wushuang took the lead in responding, directly reaching for the door of the hall, and running directly with the two of them.

This kind of chaos, which is not controlled at all, is a little careless, and I am afraid that even he will drink on the spot.

"Brother Sword, this is too exciting, the young man Mo seems to be dying today!" Among the three bodies that fled quickly in the void, Chen Qing said excitedly, "It is all reincarnation, Someone came to assassinate. "

Jian Wushuang heard that the body that had fled quickly had stopped suddenly.

Looking back at the Temple of Heaven that was about to have signs of collapse, he finally said, "No, I will go back."

Chen Qing was surprised for a while, then hurriedly said, "Brother Sword, are you kidding me? Gongzi Mo is already a lifeless man."