"Stop! My Luming clan is willing to admit defeat and stop seeking revenge! Lugong, the patriarch has an order-"

Suddenly, a figure in the distance rushed over and shouted frantically, but his shouting stopped abruptly.

Because Mu Shao'an's long sword quietly came out of its sheath for half a foot, silently, and then returned to its sheath.

A full second later, a dragon roar sounded above the Nine Heavens, and then the person of the Luming Clan, who was still three thousand meters away, shouting to stop seeking revenge, was shattered into 128 sections.

From beginning to end, Mu Shaoan didn't turn his head to look, but his meaning was already revealed.

Your Luming clan will fight if you want to, seek revenge if you want to seek revenge, and stop fighting if you want to, what do you think of Lao Tzu?

Today's matter, it is not that he Mu Shaoan wants to gain an inch, he must be unforgiving, he must be unreasonable, and he must be indiscriminately killing innocents, but some things, some people, must be given a lesson.

Moreover, the Qiaoshan clan, as well as the Luming clan and many high-ranking descendants of Taishan, they have to thank the god of the starry sky, and thank Mu Shaoan for not wanting to reveal his identity because of the future crisis, and he went on a killing spree.

Otherwise, even if this is the old nest of the Great River Civilization, he will kill Lu Ming and the two clans of Qiao Shan for ten thousand years, and he will not dare to be presumptuous! He will have to bathe in blood for less than half of the high-ranking people of Taishan's descendants.

So, although the old man opposite is good, he must die.

"When did the Dayan clan come out with such a master as you? Strange, the old man was offended!"

On the other side, Lu Xinchi roared and strode forward, but every step was very difficult, but there were no footprints left behind him, until he took eighteen steps, and the ground behind him cracked layer by layer, and then he raised the black giant sword upside down and plunged into the earth in one fell swoop.

Following Lu Xinchi, he knelt on one knee, put his hands on the hilt of the giant sword, and did not raise his head, as if he was a devout believer.

But behind him, the ground was crumbling wildly, collapsing tens of thousands of meters in one go, the boulder mud turned into powder, but from the depths of the ground, countless red magma gushed out, up to several thousand meters, this is the true power of the SSS+ class.

The old man is going to fight hard.

But Mu Shaoan just watched, when the endless magma rose into the sky and turned into a 1999 magma giant, holding a magma giant sword to rush over, the corners of his mouth raised.

The next moment, a phantus more than 100 meters tall appeared behind Mu Shao'an, which was the perfect advanced body of the Xingtian Divine Body-Brother Hammer.

"Hammer—Brother Hammer!"

A huge roar sounded, Mu Shaoan didn't leave his hand at all, what are you kidding, on the opposite side is the existence of SSS+, which is comparable to the strength of the original Twelve Apostles, and Brother Hammer's roar three times may not be able to beat him to death.

The white sonic boom exploded layer after layer, easily tearing apart countless magma giants, and even for a moment, Lu Xinchi, who was kneeling on one knee, was beaten into a skeleton by the sonic boom.

But the next moment, he seemed to use some powerful skill, instantly recovered from a near-death state to perfection, and at the moment when Brother Hammer's roaring triple end, he pulled out the black giant sword, jumped into the air more than a hundred kilometers in one leap, and slashed down the last sword!

With this sword, it seemed to envelop the whole world in it, and Mu Shaoan felt like a prisoner, and could only passively wait for death.

What's even more terrifying is that before that sword fell, the aftermath had spread for thousands of miles, and nothing could be seen, only the long cold night remained.

Brother Hammer's phantom gradually dissipated, there was no way, every day and night, he could only summon it once.

Mu Shaoan stood on the ground, raised his head to the sky, and did nothing, just waiting for the deer Xinchi to cut down with a sword.

The endless sword qi came from the surface, and it was actually compressed by as much as 138 times, which was terrifying.

With Mu Shao'an as the center, the buildings on the ground began to be destroyed like tofu scum, and the entire city was frantically evacuating, fortunately, this is a military camp city in the seventh war zone, and there are no ordinary people, so the evacuation is very fast, but even so, the people who were killed by mistake are only a few thousand.

Hopefully, the Luming Clan and the Qiaoshan Clan will be in the mood to clean up the battlefield.

That's right, Mu Shao'an was still distracted, the violent sword qi was raging around his body, the strands of long hair that belonged to him were cut off, his clothes were chopped up, the surface of his body began to flow like a river, and countless wounds were extremely hideous.

Closer, closer.

Maybe it seems to outsiders to be just a second, but in Mu Shaoan's opinion, it is as long as a hundred years.

He was waiting for the most appropriate time, and he was also waiting for the moment when Lu Xinchi's sword was at its peak.

Only when the sword intent, sword qi, sword heart, and sword body are all fused into the ultimate sword, can Mu Shaoan's sword qi burst out.

After all, he was still a sword immortal now.

After all, he also needs to hide his identity.

"You can look at it, old man. ”

Suddenly, Mu Shaoan said to himself, at this time, he had turned into a blood gourd, surrounded by violent sword qi, and the black and heavy giant sword was only 12 meters away from the top of his head.

This is the moment.

The long sword is out of the sheath, but the long sword has broken inch by inch, even the scabbard, the hilt, and the sword body do not exist, but Mu Shaoan is still out of the sheath!

Draw your knife and unsheath it!

The supreme sword intent, the ultimate explosion!

The 30 million points of sword qi were instantly compressed to 500 times.

I couldn't see the void knife that was pulled out at all, only an inch of white light, which was fleeting.

The next moment, the Endless Sword Qi exploded in mid-air like a hundred hydrogen bombs—

There is nothing left.

Those melon-eating masses who had escaped thousands of miles in one breath looked back tremblingly, and they all had the illusion of waking up from a big dream, Ma Dan, what happened?

The vast white sword qi cloud shrouded a radius of hundreds of miles, and no one dared to approach it, because there was only one consequence, and that was to be torn apart in an instant.

Lu Xinchi died.

Mu Shaoan is still alive, and there seems to be only one skeleton left in his body.

Very good, very good, not a trace of knife gas leaking out.

In a sense, Lao Lu died quite unjustly, if he really knew Mu Shao'an's true profession, the Hell Swordsman, he would have to fight with Mu Shao'an for at least a few hundred rounds before he could die.

But what can be done.

Maybe that's fate.

Now, all the inheritance of Lao Lu belongs to Mu Shao'an, which is the biggest good news.

The laws of the universe alone absorbed a full 35 units.

Then there is the sword qi cloud, since this battle, he Mu Shao'an, oh no, Yan Dong is here, but it is really the sword that shocks the sky and the jade-faced Xiaolangjun Sword Immortal Yan Dong is here.

A full 8 million sword qi, Lao Lu, you really died a miserable death.

For a whole day and night, the sword qi cloud was successfully absorbed by Mu Shao'an, and no one dared to approach, and the matter seemed to end here.

Because no one from the Luming clan appeared, including the Qiaoshan clan.

When Mu Shao'an returned to his group army station, what he saw was the big men of the three thousand Qiaoshan clans, and there were many of them.

This is good.