Ancient Gods

Mo Yang also hurriedly looked back at this time. After seeing the Sword Saint, he was surprised and a little surprised.

He was surprised because the sword light that the Sword Saint had just slashed out was very strong, and it was completely unlike the sword light that the Sword Saint could provoke.

And the reason for the surprise was that he did not expect that in this situation today, this senior who specializes in swordsmanship would actually show up. You must know that helping him is to be an enemy of these many major forces, and the degree of danger is no less than confronting Taixu Mountain head-on.

The Sword Saint is taking the risk of destroying Jianshan.

"Humph, Sword Saint? Who gave him the title of Sword Saint?" An old man from Fengyun Sect snorted directly.

"Although you have practiced swordsmanship well, with such a cultivation level, who gave you the courage to stop us?" A strong man from Wandao Sect spoke, also full of mockery.

Although Jianshan is a place known to everyone in the cultivation world, it is different from those major forces, and in terms of background and strength, Jianshan is not even a name in the cultivation world.

Jianshan is only known for his swordsmanship and is well known to the world.

In the impression of the world, although the sword saint's cultivation is not weak, it is far inferior to those powerful people from big forces. The reason why he is called the sword saint is because he has extraordinary attainments in the swordsmanship.

At this time, everyone was a little uneasy. Before, Taixu Mountain had a rumor that it would destroy Jianshan. Who would have thought that everyone in Jianshan disappeared? No one thought that the sword saint who had disappeared for so long would appear here.

Facing the mocking words of several powerful people from big forces, the sword saint did not respond. He walked step by step in the air and stopped not far from Mo Yang...

He was dressed in ordinary cloth and looked as ordinary as he could. If people did not know his identity, it would be impossible to connect him with a powerful cultivator.

But Mo Yang was different. He always respected this swordsman. Not only did he help him before, but he also knew that the sword saint was far from being as simple as he seemed on the surface. It was not just his appearance, but also his cultivation.

After seeing the Sword Saint, the four-legged dragon said something, saying that the Sword Saint's soul power was incomplete.

"Senior, I can handle today's matter!" Mo Yang looked at the Sword Saint and sighed.

Today he didn't want to involve anyone or any force, he wanted to face it alone.

The Sword Saint had a calm expression. When he heard Mo Yang's words, he smiled and said, "I am a sword cultivator. I cultivate swords not just to kill enemies. When I encounter injustice, I should draw my sword. When I encounter unjust people, I should draw my sword. The ancient race came into the world and wanted to eliminate our human race as soon as possible. Those who fight against it, the entire human race should help them with all their strength!"

Speaking of this, he paused and said with some regret: "But sadly, as a major force of the human race, it has gone against the trend. Not only does it not fight for the human race, but it is willing to be a running dog of the alien race and wants to kill the human race's genius. The world calls me the Sword Saint. If I don't draw this sword today, I will be unworthy of the name of the Sword Saint!"

"What's more, thanks to your help to Jianshan before, if I don't come when you are in trouble today, what's the point of my cultivation of swords... It's rare for the human race to have a genius like you, you can't die!"

The voice of the Sword Saint was not loud, but it was loud and heard everywhere.

Mo Yang looked at the middle-aged man silently, sighed lightly, and didn't say much. He didn't know how to persuade him.

At this time, the strong man who had spoken before in Xuantian Mansion sneered directly, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said: "What a righteous swordsman, it is said that you have made great achievements in the way of swordsmanship. I want to see what kind of sword you have cultivated. I want to see who gave you the courage to be so shameless in front of us!"

Facing the ridicule, the swordsman was very calm. He stood with his hands behind his back and sighed lightly: "I am indeed unworthy of the name of the swordsman, but it is not difficult to kill you!"

After that, he still put his right hand behind his back, slowly stretched out his left hand, and his two slender fingers moved slightly upwards, and the rusty long sword hanging not far away suddenly trembled.

Accompanied by a light sound, the long sword suddenly soared into the sky, and a sharp breath that broke the sky burst out in the air, and then the sword body turned around and shot towards the strong man in Xuantian Mansion.

"Hmph!"

The strong man from Xuantian Mansion snorted coldly. Seeing the long sword stabbing at him, he not only did not retreat to avoid it, but took a step forward and went to meet the long sword. Then he urged his power to blast a strong palm force at the stabbing long sword.

The stabbing long sword was blocked instantly, and it was stuck there for a while.

The sword saint stood in place and uttered a word lightly: "Break!"

As soon as the words fell, the rusty long sword trembled again, and suddenly burst out a more terrifying sharp breath, instantly dispersing the powerful palm force, and the long sword stabbed forward again.

A strange color flashed in the eyes of the strong man from Xuantian Mansion, but he was not panicked. He drew his hands forward, and a picture of Tao suddenly emerged, like a barrier blocking him.

But the next scene made him change color instantly. The long sword that shot out actually pierced the Dao diagram directly, without even the slightest sign of being blocked. Then the rusty long sword instantly pierced through his body.

Until the long sword pierced through his chest, he looked down at his chest in disbelief, where blood was gushing out. He was about to say something, but before he could say anything, his body suddenly collapsed.

At this moment, the place instantly fell into a dead silence. Not to mention other cultivators, even Mo Yang was stunned.

Only the Sword Saint was still calm and composed. His face was calm. He moved his two slender fingers, and the rusty sword flew back and stood beside him.

Although the strong man from Xuantian Mansion had not yet entered the Dao Realm, he was only one step away. His cultivation had already reached the peak of the Heavenly Saint Realm, but he was killed by a sword. After the sword struck, his soul power was directly crushed.

After the strong men from various major forces came back to their senses, their expressions changed. There was no longer any contempt or ridicule in their eyes when they looked at the Sword Saint, but a hint of seriousness and caution.

Because this sword cultivator did have some extraordinary qualities, and seemed to be completely different from what they expected, not just a little bit stronger.

At this time, the Sword Saint silently looked at the strong men from all the major forces and said, "I am unwilling to fight with the major forces in the face of a powerful enemy. The human race should not waste time and kill each other. Today I just hope that you will retreat and not embarrass Mo Yang and Yao Chi Holy Land!"

There was a brief silence at the scene, and then the strong man who spoke before the Fengyun Sect laughed out loud. He stared at the Sword Saint with his cold eyes and shouted angrily, "You want us to retreat, who do you think you are?"

"You do have some attainments in the way of swordsmanship, but cultivation determines everything. In our eyes, you are just a Ants!"

The Sword Saint's face did not change. He looked at the strong man who spoke and asked, "Do you really want to kill each other before you stop?"

The Fengyun Sect's strong man said coldly, "Humph, kill each other? We are doing this for the sake of the entire human race. As a human pride, Mo Yang should sacrifice his life for the peace of the human race. Since he is unwilling and deliberately involves the human race in this storm, we can only capture him and hand him over! "

After hearing this, the Sword Saint sighed lightly and said nothing more. He turned his head to look at Mo Yang and smiled, "Are you ready?"