Son-in-law Dan Zun

Time passed bit by bit, and for many people, it was counting down the time to death.

How short an hour is.

However, at this moment, it seems extremely long to everyone.

This was a very contradictory thing, but at this time, it really happened.

The middle-aged Ziyi looked at everyone jokingly. He had already felt despair, fear, and sadness from the faces of many people.

This makes him feel very good.

"There is still time for a stick of incense!" The middle-aged Ziyi spoke lightly.

His voice seemed to come from hell, turning into a toll of death, coming from the judgment of Hades.

"Everyone join forces and attack the sword together, can those who conquer it forcibly."

Someone suggested, and immediately got the approval of many people and nodded one after another.

It's better to make a final attempt instead of death.

In an instant, there was a strong offensive, heading towards the Mo Ke Jian attack.

"Boom!" At this moment, an extremely terrifying fierce power broke out in the Mo Ke Sword, smashing and annihilating many offensives.

After that, on the sword body, that line of words actually burst into light.

Especially the last few words...who can be unparalleled?

It was incredibly dazzling, exuding incomparable arrogance, and incomparable.

At this moment, everyone seemed to see that Jian Wushuang's proud posture looked like no one could match the world.

"Try again!" Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and once again led the crowd to launch an offensive.

However, the ending is no different.

Strong as him, still seeming so weak.

This made him feel sad, so high above him, the seven pavilion masters of the Nine Heavens Palace, should he fall here in such a humble manner?

Not only Wei Yuan, but many people are constantly attacking Mo Ke Jian like crazy at this moment.

However, none of them worked.

"Hahaha..." The middle-aged in Ziyi laughed happily, looking at everyone in front of him crazy and desperate.

Such a posture, is it not the normal state of his endless years.

These people are nothing but a drop in the bucket compared to everything he has endured over the years.

"There is still a quarter of an hour!" After a short while, the middle-aged purple-clothed voice sounded again.

His eyes turned to look at the figure who took the initiative to propose the rules of the game.

At this time, Luo Wushu was still standing by like no one, walking past patterns.

It seemed to him that he had forgotten everything, and only those patterns existed in his eyes.

"Interesting!" The middle-aged Ziyi smiled jokingly.

Of course he wouldn't think that Luo Wushu would hope to see through all this left by Jian Wushuang.

However, at the age of Yiluo without a book, he was still able to have such a calmness at this time, still making the final efforts and trying, it is indeed commendable.

In fact, at this moment, Xiao Dai'er and Ye Yuyao are also trying to understand the secrets of patterns.

They could see that there was sword technique in this pattern.

Therefore, I was comprehending the swordsmanship, and wanted to control the Moko sword with this imperial sword.

"There are still three minutes left!"

"The last two minutes!"

"There is one last minute!"

The voice of the middle-aged Ziyi, like a reminder, kept ringing in Luo Wushu's ears.

At this moment, in Luo Wushu's mind, one after another pattern appeared at the same time.

In his mind, he kept dancing the sword, evolving the sword technique contained in it.

"Is that so?" Luo Wushu whispered softly, raised his hand, and cut out a sword light.

This sword light didn't seem to fluctuate at all, but it made the middle-aged Ziyi's eyes condensed suddenly, and his pores stood upright.

"How can this be?"

"You actually realized his swordsmanship?"

clang!

There was a crisp sound.

At this moment, everyone clearly saw that the Mo Ke Jian trembled and made a humming sound.

"Did he actually succeed?"

The expressions of the people were shocked, but Mo Kejian soon calmed down.

A cracking sound, this sword light, did not seem to be much different from the previous offensive.

"That's it!" Luo Wushu's heart beat slightly, and everything suddenly became clear.

Obviously, Jian Wushuang was even more ruthless than he thought.

That pattern is not a swordsmanship at all.

"Hahaha... as expected!"

"I just said, what we can't do, how can he do it without a book?"

"After all, he is much more immature than us."

Voices came out one after another.

Sometimes, human nature is like this.

Some people don't live well by themselves, and then they don't see others well.

"All right!"

"Time is up!"

"are you ready?"

The middle-aged Zi Yi got up, glanced at the crowd, and spoke lightly.

Just now, he really thought that Luo Wushu could get the Moke Sword.

But obviously, it was his whimsical, how could Jian Wushuang get the Moke Sword so easily.

As the voice of the middle-aged in Ziyi sounded again, a sense of sadness lingered in the palace.

"After all, it's inevitable, are you going to die?"

"I have the old and the younger, I don't want to die yet!"

"You are much better than me. I haven't tasted a woman yet, and I will die here in the end."

...

A series of desperate voices kept ringing.

In contrast, Xiao Dai'er and Ye Yuyao seemed very calm.

At least, did your best?

At the same time, the two women looked at Luo Wushu, but saw that handsome face, still calm.

Even after hearing the voice of the middle-aged in purple clothes, he showed a thought-provoking smile.

"Don't worry, you won't die!"

Luo Wushu also saw the eyes of the two women, and immediately, a voice came into their ears.

The second girl was stunned. After the failed attempt, Luo Wushu was still so confident?

But where does this confidence come from?

If it weren’t for knowing that Luo Wushu was not the kind of aimless person, the two daughters would definitely feel that Luo Wushu was dying.

Only at this time, Luo Wushu stepped forward and walked directly towards Mo Ke Jian.

This makes many people look weird.

Some people are cold, some are ironic.

It was because of Luo Wushu that the rules of the game at this hour came out.

And now, he seems to be dying to be struggling?

"I'll kill you first!" An angry voice sounded, as if Luo Wushu had been killed first before he was relieved.

"Fuck!" Luo Wushu raised his hand, cutting out a sword light, and the figure was instantly divided into two.

Immediately, Luo Wushu's figure slowly floated into the sky.

On his body, a vast sea-like aura emerged, and a spiritual seal floated out of his hand, constantly falling into the pattern.

At this moment, above the pattern, there were bright rays of light shining, flowing towards Luo Wushu's body.

Those rays of light became brighter and brighter, making Luo Wushu's figure more and more dazzling.

"Could it be that he can really do it?" Everyone trembled in their hearts.

The middle-aged Ziyi also showed a different look, could it be that Luo Wushu could really prove that he was better than Jian Wushuang?

Otherwise, how can he?

Xiao Dai'er and Ye Yuyao stared at the extremely dazzling figure with their beautiful eyes shaking.

Under the bright light, his figure is so attractive and magnificent.

Luo Wushu's palm stretched out, and there was a bright light flowing on the slender palm, which was also extremely dazzling.

In the next instant, it seemed that a terrible swallowing force swept out, making the Moko Sword tremble, seemingly irresistible.

Afterwards, the Mo Ke Sword broke through the air and fell into Luo Wushu's hands, where he was firmly grasped.

On the ground below, all the patterns lit up, seeming to be integrated with Luo Wushu, making his figure more dazzling and outstanding.

On the sword body, that line of words is also blooming with astonishing light, as if it is going to be deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

"The small bullet island, can be destroyed with a finger, the endless sea, who can be unparalleled?"

At this moment, Luo Wushu's figure moved.

"Boom!" The footsteps volleyed out, and the entire palace seemed to tremble violently in an instant.

Afterwards, Mo Ke Jian pointed out in his hand.

"The heavens and myriad worlds, I am the only one who is unparalleled!" He uttered an extremely arrogant voice.

This sentence seems to be talking to Jian Wushuang after endless years.

But at this moment, speaking of arrogance, that momentum is still crushing Jian Wushuang.

Because…

Even if he looked at the heavens and worlds, Luo Wushu dared to brag about Wushuang.

At the same time Luo Wushu spit out those words, his Dao Palace shook violently.

That Heng Gu Wushuang's white life soul, unexpectedly changed for the first time...