On the border of Shuzhou, the condensed atmosphere makes the vast hills look dull. The two sides facing each other are tense and ready to attack.

The Cangsheng Sect, as well as the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, has been facing off on the border of Shuzhou for two hours. Both sides had scruples, but neither of them was willing to back down.

And in the sky above the Cangsheng Sect, Mu Cangsheng, who was sitting on the throne, looked at the image that appeared in front of him, gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "The old man of the time, he is really a good skill, and he has a hand in the throne." ”

Mu Cangsheng didn't expect that the old man's reaction would be so timely and ruthless. In just one night, on the way to hunt down the Golden Wolf Khan King, Daqian was divided.

This made Mu Cangsheng's plan turn into ashes in an instant, and even the next road was difficult.

"Heh, each other, isn't the sect leader yin old man?" The image of the old man also showed anger, "No one would have thought that the leader of the Cangsheng Cult in the Western Regions would actually be the son of the Great Qiantai Ancestor and the imperial ancestor of the royal family. Should the old man call you the shepherd, or should he call you the prince? ”

The crown prince Ji Niansheng, a well-known psychic powerhouse three hundred years ago, entered the level of the strongest after accepting Ji Muqing's teachings.

He once wanted to sweep the world and disobey, but when the timing was wrong, he was hit hard. At that time, the forces of the rivers and lakes had just eradicated Ji Muqing and were in a sensitive period, how could they allow Ji Niansheng to continue to follow the path of Ji Muqing.

So Ji Niansheng was defeated, and he was completely defeated, and even in order to compromise, he gave up the throne that should have belonged to him to his nephew, who was not good at martial arts. As for himself, he has been recuperating in retreat at the Imperial Mausoleum due to his serious injuries.

But Ji Niansheng did not sink there. Today, 300 years later, he has returned in the name of the herd.

"Yesterday is all kinds of things that died yesterday, and what is today is born today. This seat shepherds the people, and the people who herd the people. The old man of the time, even if there is a sword god, it can't be done. Mu Cangsheng said coldly.

"Really?"

The sound of Jin Ge's resonance sounded from the suspended array in front of him, and the image of the old man split from top to bottom, and a knife mark appeared.

There was no sword energy, just a domineering sword intent, and he cut the illusory image in half, the array disk below in half, and even appeared in the pupils of the onlookers, and wanted to cut his pupils in half.

"Hmph-"

Mu Cangsheng snorted coldly, and waved his hand to disperse the sword intent that came out of nothing, so that the four law kings around him were not injured.

However, it is not without its price. On Mu Cangsheng's waving right hand, a knife mark faintly appeared. Although it was fleeting, the existence of that knife mark fell into the eyes of everyone.

"Damn it. The Four Dharma Kings all knelt in the air.

Mu Cangsheng is blocking the sword for them, which is clear to the Four Law Kings. If Mu Cangsheng hadn't blocked this knife, the eyes of the Four Law Kings at this time would have been greatly damaged.

At the beginning, Qing Yu was just spying into the sky, but he was injured by the sword god's sword intent. Now that the sword god is nearby, the sword intent is not comparable to the knife that Qing Yu received at the beginning, if there is no Mu Cangsheng to block the knife, the four law kings can only honestly heal their injuries.

"Get up," in this regard, Mu Cangsheng just waved his hand and said, "The big battle is imminent, you are injured, who will kill the enemy for this seat? Now it seems ······"

Mu Cangsheng looked at the white right hand, looked at the place where the knife marks disappeared, and his eyes were gloomy.

Although it is only a trivial injury, not even a small injury, the appearance of the knife mark undoubtedly proves the gap between Mu Cangsheng and the sword god.

Just the sword intent with the clairvoyant mirror light array as the medium can do this, and the real combat power must be extremely terrifying. Mu Cangsheng couldn't imagine that his skills for more than 300 years could not be better than Nangong Broken Sword for more than 180 years.

When the Four Law Kings heard this, they said with some hesitation: "Thank you, Sect Master." ”

They stood up slowly, only Nangong Ling was still half-kneeling in the air.

"Nangong Dharma King ······" Dongfang Hanzhuo said in a low voice.

Mu Cangsheng looked up at Nangong Ling, only to see Nangong Ling clenching his hands into fists, bowing his head tightly, and said: "The subordinates are not strict in discipline, and it is the sin of the subordinates to let the Nangong family have such scum." ”

The sword god Nangong Broken Sword is a side branch from the Nangong family, and in terms of seniority, he is also Nangong Ling's cousin.

"If this seat wants to blame you, I blamed it a hundred years ago, how can I wait until today," Mu Cangsheng looked at Nangong Ling's lowered head, shook his head and said, "Besides, when Nangong broke his sword and left the Nangong family, you were only in your twenties and had never taken care of things. Even if you have to suffer, it will not be your turn. ”

Mu Cangsheng sighed and said: "When Nangong broke the sword and left the Western Regions, your father reported to this seat, after all, he was the only one who wanted to break away from the family and go out for many years. At the beginning, he also acquiesced to his departure. After all, no one would have thought that that inconspicuous side branch disciple would become the current sword god. ”

"That's it, in the end, Nangong Broken Sword has also cultivated a Nangong trick for this seat, Nangong Dharma King, you are not guilty, but you have merit. ”

As he spoke, Mu Cangsheng raised his hand to help Nangong Ling up.

"Sect Leader. "Nangong Ling is almost two hundred years old, but now she can't help but moisten the corners of her eyes.

The four of them have been instilled in their allegiance to the queen since they were children, and Nangong Broken Sword was not valued at the beginning, and they were not educated by the family's loyalty, otherwise it would be this virtue now.

"The strength of Nangong's broken sword is unfathomable, and only when this seat and Yan Luo strike together can they be sure to hold him back. So the key to this big war is that you wait.

Among the ten kings, the King of Wuguan fell to Kartim, and most of the other kings were not here, only King Qin Guang and King Ping were able to help Er. In the nine heavens to which the old man belongs, there are mixed forces from all sides, although they are not united, but the power they can use is more than ours, you still need to be careful. Mu Cangsheng commanded.

"Obey the bishop's teachings. ”

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On the other side, the old man watched his image being split in half, and said a little hairily: "Sword God, you don't need to split the old man's image to transmit the knife intent." ”

The sword god's sword intent was too terrifying, and the old man watched his image being split, and he also felt a kind of empathetic coolness.

"I don't know how many catties and taels you have," Nangong said with a broken sword, "If this sword intent could split you, you would have died under my knife many years ago." ”

"But just by dodging that knife, the old man will lose a few months' life," the old man laughed at himself in a low voice, "The old man is indeed old, and he is too old to do anything." As long as you make a move, this little old life will be a little less. This thief ······"

In the whispered words, it is self-deprecation, resentment, and more, it is still unwilling.