The other woman was charming and had a devilishly slim figure. She looked no more than 20 years old, with red lips and jade-like skin. She wore a white robe and a long skirt, but had a black tail. She did not look like a human.

The other one was even more bizarre. She could not see her face at all. She wore a black robe and floated in the air. Her eyes were dark red, and her body was actually covered in a layer of blood mist.

None of these people's auras were inferior to Mo Jian. Seeing these four people, Mo Jian was not afraid at all, but said coldly, "I didn't expect that you four old guys would come here. What's wrong? You finally couldn't help it today?"

The blood mist man said angrily, "Mo Jian, it's not easy for us to cultivate to this level. If you don't stop us from snatching the Taixu Sword today, we can spare you and won't hurt a hair of your disciples. If you are stubborn, don't blame us for slaughtering your whole family!"

"Slaughter my whole family?"

Mo Jian stepped hard into the void and came in front of the four people and said angrily in a deep voice, "The Taixu Sword is a treasure left by the ancestors of my sect. Unless it is that destined person, no one has the right to snatch it. Today I want to see how you guys slaughter my whole family!"

"Of course, they are not enough!"

At this time, another old man's voice came from all directions. In just a blink of an eye, an old man in white appeared above Jian Jue Peak, stepping into the air barefoot.

Every time he took a step, the space vibrated slightly. The disciples who were closer didn't get hurt at all, but they screamed and wailed, bleeding from all seven orifices and fell down.

All the disciples were shocked and hurriedly retreated a distance. Even a strong man like Mo Jian was shocked and said, "I didn't expect you, an old guy, to come here. It seems that you have broken through that layer of confinement!"

The old man touched his beard and laughed, "I just broke through not long ago. I came here for only two purposes. The first one is naturally to snatch the Taixu Sword. The second one is, of course, to challenge you, the first Yuanji Realm in Yunzhou. I really want to see whether you are more powerful in the Yuanji Realm or I am better in the Yuanshi Realm!"

All the disciples surrounded the five people in the center and began to pinch their fingers. A wave of Yuanling rushed to the top of their heads. A huge formation was formed in an instant and pressed down hard on these people.

The formation performed by 50,000 disciples together was so powerful and terrifying, but the old man was not afraid at all. Instead, he sneered and said, "You are overestimating your own strength!"

He did not make any extra movements at all. He gently stretched out his hand and waved it upwards. A wave of air rushed over, and such a huge formation was instantly twisted, as if a net was torn apart in an instant. The formation was broken and all the disciples spit out blood.

Just when the formation was about to be gathered again, Mo Jian said coldly, "All disciples retreat, you are not their opponents, elders, follow me to meet the enemy together!"

As elders of Jian Jue Peak, their cultivation is naturally not weak. With the old sect master guarding the scene, they are naturally not afraid. Dozens of people flew to Mo Jian's side, ready to fight to the death.

The old man looked back at the four people beside him and said, "Mo Jian, I will deal with it, you are not allowed to make a move!"

"Yes!"

The four people were very respectful to the old man. As soon as the voice fell, they rushed over. Mo Nan's face sank and he took the lead to rush over.

Although Ling Fan was in the sword tomb and the white fog blocked his sight, he could still see the situation outside more or less. He was just about to go out to help.

"With your strength, there is only one result if you go out, and that is death!"

A pleasant female voice came from behind him. Ling Fan turned around in surprise and saw a snow-white sword that exuded a shocking sword energy and Yuanling fluctuations floating behind him.

The voice came from the sword. He only knew one thing, if a magic weapon wanted to give birth to a "spirit", it must reach the level of a magic weapon.

"Are you a sword spirit?"

Ling Fan swallowed his saliva. It was the first time he saw a magic weapon with its own consciousness. Taixu Sword chuckled and said, "What else?"

Boom!

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the air, and Mo Jian spurted out a mouthful of blood. He retreated dozens of meters. The old man praised, "Not bad, not bad, you can actually block my attack. Try my trick again." Seeing this scene, Ling Fan hurriedly turned back and said, "Taixujian, if you and I join forces, do we have any chance of winning against him?" "No!" Taixujian didn't even look at the old man, and spoke very directly. She continued, "That old guy has broken through to the Yuanshi realm. Do you know what this means? And you are only in the early stage of the Yuanwu realm now!" The cultivation levels of Yuanling Continent are Chuyuan Realm, Yuanli Realm, Chongyuan Realm, Jisha Realm, Yuanwu Realm, Dongtian Realm, Yuanji Realm, Yuanshi Realm, Tianmen Realm. However, the people of Yuanling Continent don't know how the realms of the God Realm are divided, so whether there is a stronger existence after the Tianmen Realm has always been a mystery, because the peerless strong men who have reached the Tianmen Realm have already opened the Tianmen and left the continent.