"The sword is already a sprinter, and there is wine that goes up to the sky."

"The stars play the sun and the moon, and the clouds are drunk and laugh at the world."

Suddenly, a long roar sounded, and the laughter echoed between heaven and earth, reaching the depths of everyone's heart.

Everyone was stunned!

Then they saw an old man in a ragged and dirty gray cloth clothes coming in.

The old man had a messy hair and a beard. The old man held a wine gourd in his hand. Every step he took, he crossed dozens of feet, like a stroll in space, landed on the dome of the Yuqing Hall of Tongtian Peak.

The old man lay on the top of the hall with his legs raised, holding the wine gourd, raising his head and pouring wine into his mouth, allowing the wine to wet his clothes, but he ignored it and did not care about everyone's eyes.

"Is it not Lord Sword Emperor, who is he? Could it be the helper I have found? Another Lord Sword Emperor?"

The Qingyun disciple present was also stunned for a long time. Looking at the sloppy old man, he did not recognize his identity.

But they all knew that the sighs and attacks just now were obviously from the man just now.

Judging from the attack of the level just now, it is at least the level of the Sword Emperor, otherwise it would not be able to achieve this level.

Qingyun has no other sword emperors, and they can't think of it as Nangong Mo. After all, Nangong Mo has been missing for a full six hundred years.

Even Daoxuan had never seen Nangong Mo, let alone some disciples of Qingyun Sect, so they felt that this must be the Lord Sword Emperor who was called by Lu Chen to protect Qingyun Sect.

After all, the same is true for the four peak martial emperors including Yan Tiannan. It is not surprising that they call a sword emperor to protect Qingyun Sect.

At this moment, many Qingyun disciples were extremely excited.

Qingyun Sect is saved!

A group of disciples of the Demon Sect looked at the figure on the top of the hall with a vigilant look on their faces, and the defenses around them had reached the extreme.

Nangong Mo's move just now made them still feel scared.

They couldn't guarantee whether they could still stop it if Nangong Mo took action again.

Even some martial emperors were like this, their eyes were full of fear.

The ancestor Senluo's eyebrows were tightly locked together. Since the moment Nangong Mo appeared, he felt an extreme threat.

Only he could feel that Nangong Mo's strength at this moment was no longer an ordinary peak sword emperor.

Even better than him now.

His eyes were staring at Nangong Mo. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if they coincided with the figure deep in his memory in his mind. His face suddenly changed drastically, and he became extremely angry.

"It's you! Nangong Mo!"

The voice of the ancestor Senluo was not loud, but it was clearly heard into everyone's ears.

Everyone was stunned again when they heard this name that was both strange and familiar.

"Nangong Mo?"

"Nangong Mo...is it..."

"Is it Master Nangong? Master Nangong is still alive? He is back!"

Everyone in Qingyun Sect tried hard to recall, and finally remembered this strange and familiar name.

Except for Yi Chuandong, the other six people almost cried.

"Canglong pays homage to the uncle of the master!"

"Jingxu pays homage to Master Uncle!"

"Ling Xu pays homage to Master Uncle!"

“…”

At this moment, the head of the six meridians recognized Nangong Mo.

Although Nangong Mo looked very sloppy at this moment, he was not the same person as when he was full of energy back then, and had a great change, he was still recognized by them.

"Daoxuan, the 106th generation leader of Qingyun, pay homage to the uncle of the master."

Daoxuan's heart was infuriated and he hurriedly bowed to Nangong Mo.

Originally, because of the loss of the Zhuxian Sword, the worries in my heart gradually weakened.

Master Nangong is back, and the Zhuxian Sword must have been taken away by him.

Nangong Mo, who has the Zhuxian Sword, blocks the gods and kills the gods and Buddhas!

A mere Demon Cult can't stop Nangong Mo.

As early as a thousand years ago, Nangong Mo had become the number one sword in the world.

Now that it has disappeared for six hundred years, the achievements in swordsmanship must be higher than those in the past.

"hehe."

Nangong Mo took another breath, glanced at everyone, laughed, and said nothing more.

"What? He is Nangong Mo?"

"The world's number one sword that has been missing for more than 600 years? Isn't he dead? He is still alive?"

Many martial emperors and saints of the Demon Cult also shouted in vain after realizing it.

Nothing else, the best sword in the world, gave them the lessons of the Demon Cult to be too profound. It can be said that the Demon Cult was nailed to the pillar of shame.

Back then, Nangong Mo, one man and one sword, killed demons and eliminated demons, and ran rampant in the world.

It can be said that the reason why the Demon Cult hides in the desert in the west for hundreds of years has been caused by the man in front of him.

Whenever they think of the man's name, they feel that they are being repeatedly whipped.

On the side, four peak martial emperors also emerged from the ground at this moment, looking embarrassed. The four of them joined forces to severely hurt the ancestor Senluo.

"It's him!"

They looked at Nangong Mo, their hearts were surging and their eyes were complicated.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Mo was still alive!

They saw Dongfang Haoxuan kill Nangong Mo with one sword!

But at this moment, they didn't think so much.

If Nangong Mo appears, then Qingyun Sect should be saved.

However, they were still a little worried. After all, they had fought with the ancestor Senluo, and they knew that the ancestor Senluo now had long been different from the past.

And six hundred years have passed, what about Nangong Mo?

"It turns out that he appeared. Ancestor, who will win if you say they fight?"

Mo Wentian had already guessed, not at all surprised.

"Now Senluo can barely reach the demigod level with the power of the demon's hand bones. He has enough strength, but he has not realized the true meaning of the demonic path."

The voice of the Demon ancestor sounded calmly, and he could already read through a single sentence.

"I understand, ancestor."

Mo Wentian nodded. The ancestor Senluo cannot die. At the critical moment, he still has to take action to save Senluo's life. Otherwise, the world will not be in chaos and will waste a lot of time.

"Nangong Mo, you came at the right time, and you will calculate the new and old hatreds together!"

The ancestor Senluo became extremely angry because of Nangong Mo's appearance and no longer had the same calmness as before.

At that time, he reached a consensus with Emperor Jin and used tricks to attract many peak powerhouses from all over the world to the life forbidden zone, in order to reduce the strength of the super power.

Just when the plan was about to be completed, it was Nangong Mo who took action to kill countless powerful people in the Demon Sect and even cut off his arm.

Not only did he fail his plan, but he also caused his original origin to be damaged. If it weren't for the adventure, he would have long died of old age.

He hated Nangong Mo to the core.

"It turned out to be you, it's true that you are thief. You were lucky back then, but you dared to come to play wild today."

Nangong Mo glanced at the ancestor Senluo, then quickly withdrew his gaze, took another sip of wine, and said carelessly.

Nangong Mo's attitude made everyone in Qingyun Sect feel relieved.

They believe that with Nangong Mo here, he would turn the tide as he did fifty years ago, and Qingyun Sect would not be destroyed in the end.
Chapter completed!