97影视

The sword-wielders frowned when they saw the confrontation that was completed in almost an instant.

This was because the Sword Intent that emanated from their confrontation was not something that ordinary sword cultivators could compare to.

Especially the Sword Intent that swept up in that instant, even those who were close to it felt a kind of dense killing intent as if their divine soul was being cut.

Jian Wushuang stood there with his sword in hand, seemingly not intending to continue the fight.

The young guard also had no intention of fighting. After drawing his sword, he prepared to retreat.

“Stop! Did I say you could go back?”

A cold voice sounded. Prince Mo, who was sitting at the head of the table, leaned forward. His drunken eyes were full of coldness, as if he was going to kill someone in the next moment.

The figure that was about to retreat stopped at this moment. He looked at him with a pair of heroic eyes, then cupped his hands and said, “Stop when you’ve reached a certain point. If we continue fighting, I’m afraid we’ll become a joke.”

“If Young Master insists on watching, why don’t you let us compose a sword dance for you?”

When Prince Mo heard this, he looked at the handsome guard and his expression softened. “Alright, if you don’t satisfy me, I’ll take your heads!”

The young guard replied and turned around.

A total of six guards in uniform slowly walked out from the side.

Seeing this, Jian Wushuang’s eyebrows twitched and he retreated without a trace.

“Brother Jian, what’s the situation?” Cheng Qing asked in a low voice.

“If the situation doesn’t look right, run!” he said in a low voice, and a serious look flashed in his eyes.

By now, Jian Wushuang was completely sure that the seven guards were the seven swordsmen he had seen in the pavilion of the Immortal mansion in the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture.

Right now, they had all sneaked into the heavenly hall, and their target seemed to be only Prince Mo.

Chen Qing and Chen Qiu became serious. They knew Jian Wushuang’s character well and he would never speak without thinking.

If he said there was a situation, then there must be a situation.

For a moment, Cheng Qing’s gaze fell on the seven ordinary-looking figures in the middle of the hall.

Without any unnecessary words, the seven figures spread out in a triangular formation. Then, the seven True Swords, which were surrounded by Yan power, pointed forward.

The atmosphere in the entire hall began to change subtly.

Jian Wushuang led Chen Qing and Chun Qiu toward the gate of Heaven Palace without leaving a trace, but they were stopped by Lady Yin Ling who was sitting at the head of the table.

At this moment, the sword dance that was formed by the seven people began. With the young guard leading the group, the seven real swords moved with Yan power and began to move around the hall.

The clouds and smoke coming out of the huge incense burner in the center of the hall also gradually transformed into various scenes under the control of these Sword Intents.

It was like a dragon leaping through the sea of clouds, or a crouching tiger roaring. There were countless changes.

Seeing this beautiful scene, the top cultivators and Yan Immortals sitting on the two sides of the hall could not help but clap their hands and cheer.

Prince Mo, who was sitting at the head of the table, also nodded his head repeatedly. He seemed to be very satisfied with the sword dance of these seven people.

On the other hand, Jian Wushuang was a little unsettled because he had just discovered that there was a trace of Yan power that was even more powerful in the team of seven.

Although it was only revealed for a moment, Jian Wushuang immediately realized it.

At that level, it was very likely that he had transcended the Yan Immortal realm.

“Could it be that they want to assassinate Prince Mo?” He seemed to have thought of something and looked at Prince Mo.

Unknowingly, the seven figures were getting closer and closer to him.

The clouds and smoke gradually spread throughout the entire hall, making every top cultivator feel as if they were on top of the clouds, floating like Immortals.

At this moment, Prince Mo’s eyes were gradually filled with excitement, and the drunkenness in his eyes was even more apparent.

In the formation of seven people, the young guard at the front held a real sword in his hand and his aura was extremely powerful.

His eyes, which were already slightly old, quietly revealed a cold killing intent.

In the next moment, he suddenly leaped up and stepped on the clouds. Under the gaze of all the top cultivators and Yan Immortals, he held the True Sword in his hand tightly and stabbed it at Prince Mo.

The air seemed to freeze. Everything that was about to happen happened at this moment.

The sword that was surrounded by supreme Yan power stabbed at him without any hesitation.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred. A large part of the space in front of Prince Mo collapsed without any warning, forcibly changing the position of the sword.

The sword that was originally aimed at Prince Mo’s head was forced to move. In the end, it pierced through his cheekbone without any resistance and nailed him firmly to the palace chair.

A blood-curdling screech resounded as divine blood gushed out.

The entire left side of Prince Mo’s body was directly minced into pieces. The True Sword had pierced through half of his head, and the tip of the sword was more than an inch deep into the palace chair!

However, this attack did not take his life at all. In fact, it was still a distance away from the Immortal Source in his mind.

After failing to kill him with one strike, the young guard immediately struck out with his palm, vowing to kill Prince Mo completely!

However, the supreme pressure that came with it suppressed his momentum.

A black-robed figure walked out from behind Prince Mo. He also extended his palm and struck at the young guard.

The two rays of Yan power collided, and a loud sound was heard.

Then, the young guard was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

At this moment, all the top cultivators and Yan Immortals reacted and controlled their Yan power to surround the seven people.

The six figures who were standing still in the same place also moved. Each of them was like a ghost. After catching the young guard, they immediately began to kill.

One of the tall and thin figures put his palms together in front of his chest and then suddenly tore it apart. The boundless Yan power directly tore the space apart, and the more than 20 top cultivators who had surrounded him were turned into powder.

Another figure clenched his fist and punched the ground.

Boom boom boom!

The entire heavenly hall trembled, and then fine cracks appeared on the white jade floor.

The six figures exploded with their most terrifying strength at this moment.

Every one of them had the terrifying power to easily kill Yan Immortals.

At this point, the entire hall fell into chaos!

At the first moment of the riot, Jian Wushuang was the first to react. He directly reached out to blast open the palace door and ran away with the two of them.

In such a chaotic situation that was completely out of control, even he would probably die on the spot if he was not careful.

“Brother Jian, this is too exciting. It seems like that Prince Mo will definitely die today!” In the sky, among the three figures who were fleeing at full speed, Cheng Qing said with an excited expression, “It’s really like a reincarnation cycle. Someone actually came to assassinate him.”

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang, who was originally running away, suddenly stopped.

He turned around and looked at the hall that was on the verge of collapsing. He finally said, “No, I have to go back.”

Cheng Qing was stunned when he heard this, and then he hurriedly said, “Brother Jian, are you joking? Prince Mo’s life is already in danger.”