Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

"Continue the road for Martial Dao? Today, I want no more Martial Dao in this world!"

On Lunjian Peak, Elder Wu was beaten by Yao Lao and vomited blood. He was very angry. At this time, he grinned and shouted coldly.

"Wu Elder, you can't!" Bai Yu Mo changed color: "When the old landlord explained that we should treat Yao Lao well and protect his life, how could we possibly take action against Yao Lao?"

He couldn't bear it. Although he chose Ye Chenxue, he didn't want to kill Mo Que and Yao Lao.

Before Wu Elder could speak, a voice came from among the landlords: "Old lord, don't be soft-hearted, Mo Que has already committed a serious crime by mutilating his classmates before, but now he betrays his master's sect, deceives his master and destroys his ancestors, and humiliates me Jianlou. , today must be executed on the spot!"

"Yes, since Yao Lao insists on protecting each other, it is no wonder that our Jianlou is ruthless!"

Many landlords agreed, making Bai Yumo's face pale.

He didn't know where these landlords who had hurt Yao Lao before were out of fear of Yao Lao and fear that Mo Que would grow up, so he was so desperate to get rid of them.

"You..." He was angry, but he didn't expect that one day, these landlords in the Jianlou would not obey his orders.

"No more words, kill me!" Seeing that Bai and Mo could no longer affect the overall situation, Elder Wu shouted coldly and ordered thirty-six landlords to take action.

"Boom!"

Thirty-six spirit swords, formed into a sword array, controlled by a landlord-level figure, were no trivial matter.

The world here is pale, the world is dim, and only Sword Qi is left.

"kill!"

With an icy shout, thirty-six Flying Swords with Heaven-shaking Sword Qi came to kill Yao Lao and Mo Que.

In this regard, Yao Lao had no expression on his face, he protected Mo Que behind him, and stepped forward, his powerful martial body burst out.

At this moment, Yao Lao's body glowed with golden light, like a god coming into the world, Sacred was awe-inspiring, his skin became red, and the internal methods of martial arts worked to the extreme, making the physical body stronger than ever before.

"Boom!"

I saw that under the Heavenly Sword Qi, Yao Lao had a martial physique, unparalleled in strength, and when he moved his hands together, those spirit swords were shaken away by him.

The already dilapidated Lunjian Peak could no longer endure this kind of battle at this moment. It shook violently, and countless boulders rolled down and began to collapse.

Those sword-testing monuments full of swords fell to the top one side after another.

Nangong Youran and Lou Yuchen and other powerful monsters who had already made the list also retreated in an instant, not daring to approach.

"My God, is Lunjian Peak going to be destroyed?"

The disciples of each floor were stunned from a distance. The masters of the thirty-sixth floor jointly made a move. How many years is this a major event?

In the Sword Tower, Lunjian Peak, which has existed for an unknown number of years, was beaten to pieces today.

clang clang!

The Flying Sword in the air kept slashing, and the thirty-six heavenly gang sword formations coincided with the way the heavens and the earth run. Thirty-six landlords jointly took action, which could be called destroying the sky and destroying the earth.

However, Yao Lao's martial physique is also outrageously powerful. He is alone against the master of the thirty-sixth floor. Ordinary people have long been smashed to pieces, but Yao Lao still stands to this day.

"Damn it!" Mo Que watched Yao Lao in a hard fight. Although he knew that his strength was far inferior to Yao Lao, he also wanted to come forward to help.

But he was hurt so badly that he didn't feel it when the fight was over. When he stopped fighting, he felt severe pain all over his body, and he couldn't even move a finger. "puff!"

Finally, after Yao Lao persisted for a while, he was still seriously injured, with blood in his mouth, swaying and unsteady standing.

Although his martial art is strong, it is still difficult to fight against the sword tower guarding sword formation.

"Looks like I'm getting old!" With blood on the corner of his mouth, Yao Lao's face showed a trace of sadness.

If he is fifty years younger, what if he fights the master of the thirty-sixth floor alone?

But now, with age and blood depletion, the body of Practitioner is no longer as good as it used to be.

"Yao Lao!" Mo Que's eyes were split, and he gritted his teeth: "You have done enough for me, all they want is my life, the big deal is that I will leave my life here, if you stop resisting, I believe them It won't be difficult!"

Yao Lao treats each other like this, he saw Yao Lao being besieged by the master of the thirty-sixth floor, his heart was extremely uncomfortable, and he was mad with hatred.

Yao Lao, who was extremely cold in the past day, stretched out his hand to touch Mo Que's head and said, "Although I am getting old, Martial Dao still has you!"

Just a few words, listening to Mo Que's ears, are so heavy.

Yao Lao gave up everything, just to want him to continue Martial Dao.

"Gu Lan, you are obsessed with your own obsession, and you chose to be the enemy of my sword tower for such a useless person!"

Elder Wu stood in the distance, and said in a cold voice, "The Martial Hall was destroyed that day because you warriors, who didn't know how to work around it, would rather die than retreat. Fighting for the Martial Hall to die is so stupid!"

Mo Que's eyes were red when he heard it, and he was about to rush forward. He Wu Elder desperately tried his best, but his body didn't obey. He only took a step and fell to the ground.

"He's right." Yao Lao didn't get angry, he helped Mo Que, and said, "I, Martial Dao, really would rather die than retreat. In the past, all my fellow disciples in the Martial Hall were guarding the Martial Hall, and they all died in battle. I'm the only one who survives to this day."

Seeing Yao Lao's face calm, he stretched out his hand to wipe off the dust and blood on Mo Que's face, smiled slightly, and said, "As early as that day, I should have died in the Martial Hall!"

Mo Que felt uneasy when he heard Yao's old saying with death intent, and said, "Yao Lao, what are you going to do?"

Yao Lao shook his head and said with a smile: "Since I passed on you Martial Dao, I have never asked you to repay anything. Today, I want you to promise me one thing!"

Mo Que's heart became more and more uneasy, and he nodded quickly and said, "You can rest assured, Yao Lao, I will definitely continue the journey for Martial Dao!"

"What I want to say is not about this." Yao Lao shook his head and said, "I want you to promise me that from now on, you will not tell anyone that you are my disciple, let alone call yourself a martial artist. The heirs of the temple."

"Why?" Mo Que was shocked and said anxiously: "My Martial Dao is passed down by Yao Lao. Since Yao Lao is a member of the martial arts hall, I am your descendant, and naturally I am a descendant of the martial arts hall. If I don't recognize this Identity, how is it different from beasts? Even I look down on myself!"

Yao Lao's attitude was very firm, his expression turned cold, and he said, "Although I passed on you Martial Dao, I have never accepted you as a disciple. Although this is what I want you to promise me, in fact, you have never accepted you as a disciple. You are qualified to claim to be my disciple, let alone a descendant of Wudian!"

Mo Que stayed where he was, he always thought that Yao Lao passed him down to Martial Dao because he wanted to find a successor for Wudian and a disciple for himself.

But now, Yao Lao does not allow him to call himself a descendant of Wudian, and Yao Lao never said that he would accept him as a disciple. It seems that from the beginning, he has already decided on this matter.

This made Mo Que have no idea what to do.

"Anyway, you have to remember what I said today!" After speaking, Yao Lao stood up and turned to the owner of the thirty-sixth floor again.

"Gu Lan, the last words have been said, it's time to hit the road!"

Wu Elder was full of anger and smiled cruelly: "Don't worry, it's the same whether Mo Que agrees or not, because after today, Martial Dao will be completely cut off, and there will be no descendants!"

Yao Lao stopped looking at Mo Que, turned to Wu Elder, and said lightly: "The day the Martial Hall is destroyed, I should die there in battle, and if I live to this day, it's time to find those senior brothers!"

The words fell, and Yao Lao burst out with a dazzling light, and the blood surging in his body actually caused the air to vibrate and the ground to crack.