Standing in the sky ten feet high, Han Muye whispered in his mouth, and a sword appeared in his hands.

On the left hand, there is Qingming, a cold and dim light flashing.

Purple flames flashed in his right hand, and the dagger's red light flashed away.

The two swords came out, and the sword intention and sword energy that had been restrained in him soared into the sky.

The edge of his sword was pointed forward, but his gaze was far away.

Over there, a figure flew over, carrying endless wind and thunder.

Tuoba Cheng.

"boom--"

On Han Muye, the sword light rushed into the sky, collided with the golden light of the sword pavilion, and exploded into a stream of light that could not be seen directly.

Today, he could have refrained from drawing his sword.

Lu Gao still had the power of a sword. After blocking it for a few breaths, Tuoba achievement was achieved.

But today, he, Han Muye, wanted to draw his sword.

This sword represents the sword pavilion.

Sword Pavilion is not a dispensable vassal of Jiuxuan Sword Sect!

Jiange was sacrificed countless times during the rise of Jiuxuan Sword Sect.

Every elder of Jiange has lost all his cultivation.

Even Gao Changgong also sacrificed the sword that was condensed for a long time.

In the eyes of the senior officials of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, Jiange is an existence that should be sacrificed.

Including this time.

Has anyone ever cared about Huang Laoliu?

When the elders of the sect were discussing matters, and there were 200,000 practitioners gathered around him, did anyone mention Huang Laoliu once?

No.

His sword strike today will let the old men sitting on Jiuxuan Mountain know that the sword pavilion is not the only one in the One Sword Heaven Realm!

"Come and fight——"

The words fell and the sword light condensed.

The blue sky is like a dragon, hugging flying flowers and fallen leaves, one by one flickering, filling the sky with light and shadow.

Single tree.

One leaf.

Mountain forest.

wandering.

…

The swordsmanship of the wood attribute, with its profound artistic conception and solemn sword intent, made Qin Lin's eyes widen with the demonic intent intertwined in his body.

"Wood type swordsmanship..."

"You, how come you have so many..."

He, Qin Lin, is the elder of Mu Mai. From the time he hid his identity and entered the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, he practiced the sword skills of Mu Mai.

For so many years, he has been a sword cultivator of Mu Mai.

But the sword in front of him made him, a sword cultivator of Mu Mei, completely at a loss as to how to deal with it!

With such attainments in wood-type swordsmanship, even the supreme wood-vein master is no more than that!

Gritting his teeth, Qin Lin crossed his hands, and the two magic trees behind him collided, turning into a dark wooden sword.

The wooden sword stretched forward, facing Han Muye's sword light.

"This is what a sword cultivator looks like." Han Muye chuckled, and the purple flame on his right hand poked out.

Hu Taisheng, who was opposite him, had already quietly landed beside him, and struck out with his wooden stick in his hand.

The wooden staff roared, like a long sword unsheathed, with a scream.

This Hu Taisheng looks like a great demon who practices magic, but in fact, it is his swordsmanship that is truly powerful.

Just with this sword, at least a hundred years of work have been soaked in it!

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, and flames rose from the Purple Flame Sword.

spark.

Brilliant.

Ethereal fire.

Smoke and dust.

Han Muye's sword light was still the same as every time he practiced in the small courtyard of Jiange, without any rules, traces, context, and no way to resist!

The antelope hangs its horns and shines thousands of miles!

How could this kind of swordsmanship be used by a young swordsman who seems to have not yet established his foundation?

Hu Taisheng held out the wooden stick in his hand, trying to block the attack of the Ziyan dagger.

But the sword light was in front of him, and the endless stream of light exploded, rolling the wooden staff upside down, making it impossible for him to grasp it.

"boom--"

Hu Taisheng was struck by a sword in front of the stone steps. His body squirmed and turned into a gray demon fox.

But there were two visceral sword marks on the demon fox's back, which severed his back.

On the other side, the branches and leaves formed by the endless sword light were wrapped up, and the dark demonic energy was consumed by the sword light. No matter how Qin Lin resisted, he was finally suppressed.

"Bang——"

The black magic sword in Qin Lin's hand exploded, leaving only half of the hilt.

He looked at Han Muye with resentment on his face and was about to say something else. Suddenly his eyes widened and he lowered his head to look at the sword blade piercing his heart.

The green front is like washing, and the halo is discernible.

Qing Ming.

Two swords, kill two people!

This is the true strength of Senior Brother Han Muye who is in charge of Jiange!

Lu Gao had a smile on his face.

He knew that Senior Brother Han's swordsmanship was extremely strong.

I just didn't expect it to be so strong.

Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming stood in front of the sword pavilion with their mouths wide open.

The Jinghong Sword just now was really too thrilling.

What kind of person can have such swordsmanship?

When Tuoba Cheng flew down in front of the sword pavilion, dozens of sword lights followed him.

Bao Xu, the elder of Shouyu Hall, narrowed his eyes and looked at the mess in front of the sword pavilion.

"Senior Brother Han, you are really good at swordsmanship." Bao Xu glanced at Qin Lin, who had lost his breath, and the demon fox who was only half breathing, and then whispered.

The visceral injuries on the demon fox's body can be seen lingering in the sword energy.

The sword intent around Qin Lin has not dissipated yet.

One person with two swords can overwhelm two earth realm masters. Even with the help of the sword pavilion formation, this swordsmanship is extremely tyrannical.

Without superb swordsmanship, no matter how much strength is borrowed, it is just a child's sword dance.

Han Muye released his sword with both hands, letting the swords turn into small swords and fall into his sleeves, and then slowly landed on the stone steps of the sword pavilion.

"I have always had a good understanding, and Master Tuoba Cheng knows this." Han Muye looked calm on his face, looked at Tuoba Cheng, and said calmly.

Tuoba Cheng looked at the demon fox on the ground whose aura was gradually weakening. Then he looked up at Han Muye and said with a smile, "Young man Han has always had a good understanding."

He looked at Han Muye, the smile on his face slowly faded, and the light in his eyes turned cold.

"You should have left him with me."

It was Tuoba Cheng's heart to kill Hu Taisheng. It was really hard to reconcile himself to not killing Hu Taisheng personally today.

Han Muye is so smart, how could he not think of this?

But Han Muye still drew his sword.

Looking at Tuoba Cheng, Han Muye's eyes were clear and he said calmly: "In front of the sword pavilion, how could I not use this sword?"
To be continued...