Chapter 951
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Leng Rou, Little Fatty and the others became nervous.
After all, they had not seen each other for a hundred years and did not know how strong Su Zimo's combat strength was.
Leng Rou looked at the Startling Dharmic Sword in her hands and suddenly regretted it.
Just Now, if she returned the connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon to Su Zimo, it might be of some use at this critical juncture.
But now, Su Zimo stood on the spot barehanded.
Jian Wuzong's sword was already at his throat!
At this distance, it was already too late for Su Zimo to take out his Dharmic weapon from his storage bag!
Furthermore, Ye Tiancheng's eight maidservants had already surrounded him and sealed off all his escape routes!
"Arrogant fellow, let's see where you can hide!"
Ye Jiu said hatefully with a cold gaze.
A look of joy flashed through Jian Wuzong's eyes as well.
It was as though he could see Su Zimo's throat being pierced by his sword the next moment!
"Hahahaha!"
Suddenly, Su Zimo reared his head in laughter. His laughter was loud and deafening!
Jian Wuzong frowned slightly.
Suddenly, he noticed that even in the face of such a siege, Su Zimo's eyes were filled with mockery instead of panic!
Thereafter, Su Zimo said indifferently, "If I can snatch your sword once, I can do it a second time!"
He was the strongest monster incarnate in history!
He had no intention of dodging against such an attack!
There was no need for that either!
Before he could finish his sentence, Su Zimo suddenly attacked. His entire arm was soft and flung out with a thud. It was like the trunk of a primordial divine elephant as it rested on the incoming sword!
One coil and one tremble!
"Ah!"
Jian Wuzong exclaimed.
He sensed an extremely terrifying power that distorted and trembled before suddenly erupting.
His palm could not grip the sword at all!
The sword trembled and his palm was torn. Blood seeped out of the muscles on his arm!
In the blink of an eye, the sword flew out of his hand. It was actually snatched away by Su Zimo!
No one could clearly see what happened when the two of them clashed.
Even Jian Wuzong himself did not know.
Everyone only knew that in the blink of an eye, the sword had changed hands!
No one could understand the fear in Jian Wuzong's heart!
Although his current sword was not a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon, it was still a perfect Dharmic weapon that was incomparably sharp and could slice through metal like mud!
It was hard for him to imagine that someone of the same level as him could actually snatch his sword away with their bare hands!
Such means and such a powerful physical body had already exceeded his understanding!
At that moment, there was only one thought in Jian Wuzong's mind.
"Run!"
Jian Wuzong did not hesitate to retreat when his sword was snatched away.
Immediately after, he felt an extremely terrifying aura that made his scalp tingle!
Su Zimo put two fingers together on his left hand and formed a sword finger. Then, he casually slashed in his direction!
Chi!
A sword qi burst forth from Su Zimo's fingertip. It was white and bedazzling!
Instantly, the world shook and the weather changed!
Heaven Slaying Sword Art!
The snatching of the sword and counterattack happened at almost the same time!
Even all the cultivators in the Mystic Courtyard felt a shuddering killing intent that emitted a bone-chilling chill, let alone Jian Wuzong!
Psst!
The crowd sucked in a cold breath.
What a terrifying sword qi!
Apart from Sword Sect, was there such a terrifying sword art in Tianhuang Mainland?
"I've got it! Heavenly Dipper Cheng Peng was crippled by that sword qi! "
Someone exclaimed.
Initially, Dao Lord Pang Lan had the intention of watching the show. However, after the sword qi burst forth, he felt a chill run down his spine!
Instinctively, Dao Lord Pang Lan sat upright with a grim expression.
Arakatsuki Michinoku's expression changed slightly and she narrowed her eyes.
She was the Dharma Daojun and her cultivation realm was far superior to everyone else's – she could sense it more clearly!
It was clear that Mo Ling had yet to unleash the true power of that sword qi. Even so, that sword qi was enough to destroy everything!
Just Now, Jian Wuzong's attack paled in comparison to that sword qi, like a child waving a sword randomly.
The cultivators at the side felt their hearts skip a beat.
It was obvious what Jian Wuzong's current situation was!
It was as though he could smell the aura of death!
Jian Wuzong's pupils constricted violently as he conjured hand seals repeatedly. Dharmic powers surged and a gigantic Dharmic power sword was formed between his palms!
"Slay!"
Jian Wuzong roared and waved the Dharmic power sword, slashing towards the incoming sword qi!
Shing!
There was a soft sound.
It was almost inaudible.
The Dharmic power sword in Jian Wuzong's hands was sliced into two by the white sword qi and dissipated instantly!
However, the sword qi did not stop and pierced Jian Wuzong's chest!
Sword Sect's Dharmic arts could not defend against that sword qi at all!
Jian Wuzong's expression was menacing and the veins on his neck popped. His eyes were filled with indignation.
Although the sword qi might not be able to kill him, it would definitely destroy his body after entering his body!
Even if it was in the Sword Sect, he'd never seen such terrifying sword qi!
"I'm indignant!"
Jian Wuzong let out a final roar.
All of a sudden!
Just as Jian Wuzong was about to give up, a huge tug came from his arm and pulled him back!
Jian Wuzong's figure floated and fell in front of Sword Sect's formation.
As he shifted his gaze, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of him.
"Senior Brother!"
Jian Wuzong was shocked.
Hang Qiuyu still stood out when his life was on the line!
"Senior Brother, help me kill him!"
Jian Wuzong shouted through gritted teeth.
Hang Qiuyu did not say anything.
He could not say anything either!
It was only when he truly stood before the sword qi that Hang Qiuyu felt fear.
Unknowingly, beads of sweat had already appeared on his face!
Buzz!
Hang Qiuyu attacked!
An incomparably dazzling sword beam appeared!
Six Dharmic patterns, a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon!
Wherever the sword beam passed, all life in the void seemed to be taken away by the sword!
Lifeless Sword Art!
This sword art was a secret skill that the Founder Master of Sword Sect deduced from one of the three ancient sword arts and was shockingly powerful!
Clang!
The sword qi collided with the tip of the sword!
Endless killing intent spread!
The void at the point of collision seemed to be sliced into pieces!
Hang Qiuyu shuddered and staggered three steps back.
With every step he took, the soles of his feet sank deeply into the ground, leaving behind a clear footprint!
The terrifying sword qi finally dissipated.
However, Hang Qiuyu's sword-wielding arm was still trembling uncontrollably!
Even with his connate Dharmic weapon coupled with the Lifeless Sword Art, he could only barely defend against the sword qi!
What was the background of that sword qi?!
What frightened Hang Qiuyu even more was not the sword qi.
It was the person who released it!
After releasing the sword qi, Mo Ling turned around and faced Ye Tiancheng's eight maidservants. He did not turn back again.
He did not even look at them.
Who could match this kind of self-confidence?!
What truly caused Hang Qiuyu's heart to sink into the abyss was the person's identity!
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