Han Muye raised his head and saw a sword light crossing the sky across the north and south, smashing all the demonic lights into pieces.

At this moment, swords resounded within a thousand miles.

This is the true master of swordsmanship!

When one sword rises, thousands of swords roar.

"Is this the number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang, Master Tu Sun?"

Within a thousand miles, sword sensing, with such a kendo cultivation level, who could it be if he wasn't the top kendo master in Western Xinjiang?

Han Muye turned his head and saw an old man wearing a gray robe and disheveled hair walking in the air, taking a thousand steps at a time.

Han Muye had seen this old man before.

"Master Sun Tu?"

Han Muye had a strange color on his face.

Isn't the person in front of me the same master Sun Tu who was a solicitor at the auction and was rewarded with two hundred spirit stones by Han Muye?

Seeing Han Muye's expression, Master Tu Sun grinned with satisfaction.

"Two hundred spirit stones, it's not a loss for me to save you once, right?" Master Tu Sun said as he waved his hand and turned to look at the endless demonic clouds in front of him.

"I have a sword that imitates the Soul Sword Technique inherited from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect and Sword Pavilion. I wonder which Daoist fellow from Southern Wilderness is willing to give me his head?"

Give me a head.

The calm old man stood beside Han Muye, with no trace of the strong demeanor on his body.

He is still the same person he used to be when he was soliciting customers at the auction house.

But it was such a bad old man who stood there and made the demonic clouds rolling in the sky slowly sink.

Return.

Han Muye felt that he had only managed to kill a few of the demon tribesmen in the Earth Realm even though he had worked so hard and used both swords at the same time.

But the old man in front of him, with his hands behind his back and without even pulling out his sword, made countless monsters retreat in front of him.

This isn't fair.

Master Tu Sun shook his head with some disappointment, glanced at Han Muye beside him, and glanced at his swords: "You have a lot of skills, but swordsmanship requires specialization. It's not a good thing to be mixed up."

heterogeneous?

Han Muye nodded.

You are the number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, so whatever you say will be yours.

Han Muye believed that he could master every set of swordsmanship to perfection.

But there is no need to argue with Master Tu Sun at this time.

The demon clan retreated temporarily, the demon clouds dispersed, and slowly gathered into a battle line.

Fengshou Mountain fell, and a large amount of supplies were seized by the demon clan, which they also had to digest.

The next big battle will be at Yunchao Ridge.

Han Muye and Master Tu Sun flew down, exchanged a few words, and Master Tu Sun left directly.

He, a top sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, naturally has something to be busy with.

Being able to use the sword to save Han Muye was really the result of the friendship that was exchanged for two hundred spirit stones.

"nineteen."

"Senior Brother Han."

"brother."

Figures gathered around Han Muye.

Li San is dressed in green clothes and carrying a green wine gourd.

Song Jiu, fluttering in white clothes and stained with blood.

Huang Laoliu held Lu Qingping tightly with one hand and had a smile on his face.

Han Muye glanced at everyone with a smile on his face.

Isn’t the purpose of practicing my sword so that I can fight alongside these people?

Turning his head to look at the surging demonic energy in the distance, Han Muye felt fighting spirit rising in his body.

In the distance, Lu Hao, the Supreme Elder of Jianmen, nodded to Han Muye.

Han Muye strode over.

"Why are you here?" Lu Hao asked in a low voice with his hands behind his back, looking at the sword mark made by Han Muye in front of him.

"This place is so exciting, of course I want to come." Han Muye stared at the distant clouds and spoke calmly.

Lu Hao nodded and shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of crying not far away.

Lu Hao sighed and said no more.

The defeat of Fengshou Mountain caused extremely heavy losses in Western Xinjiang.

Suddenly, Lu Hao's expression changed, his body turned into nothingness, and he reappeared hundreds of feet away.

"boom"

A whistling sword light struck down, Lu Hao raised his hand to block it, and eliminated the sword light.

"Lu Changze, what do you mean?"

Lu Hao stood there, sword intent surging in his body.

In mid-air, a long-bearded old man wearing a green robe was holding a long sword and glaring angrily.

"What do I mean?"

The old man stared at Lu Hao and moved his eyes behind him, his eyes shining with endless anger.

"If it weren't for your Jiuxuan Sword Sect guy's delay, how could Fengshou Mountain be lost?"

"If Fengshou Mountain is not lost, how can my direct grandson do it?"

The old man's face showed endless unbearable sadness.

Lu Hao's face froze and he whispered: "Friend Lu, my condolences."

Tang Chi, who was standing not far behind Lu Hao, looked pale, lowered his head and said nothing.

Li San, Song Jiu and others walked over slowly and stood behind Lu Hao.

"Okay, okay, you Jiuxuan Sword Sect are united and you know how to plot." The white-bearded old man gritted his teeth and stared at Lu Hao: "In this case, our Spiritual Sword Control Sect will withdraw."

"Guard yourselves here!"

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and ran away.

Lu Hao stood where he was, the expression on his face changed, but he couldn't speak.

"Lu Changze, are you planning to escape from the battlefield?"

Just as the white-bearded old man flew thousands of feet away, a voice sounded, and then, a green mountain appeared in front of the old man.

"Yang Dingshan!"

The old man's expression changed, his figure paused, and he watched the mountains transform into a white-haired old man wearing a black robe and carrying a big sword.

The leader of Mingshan Sword Sect, Yang Dingshan.

Yang Mingxuan's grandfather.

Yang Dingshan's cold eyes fell on Lu Changze: "Are you leaving?"

Following his words, an unspeakable pressure gathered.

It seems that there is a huge mountain hanging from the sky, and it will crash down at any time.

Lu Changze gritted his teeth and stared at Yang Dingshan.

Yang Dingshan's expression did not change.

After a moment, Lu Changze snorted coldly, turned around and retreated.

Seeing that Lu Changze did not leave anymore, Lu Hao looked at Yang Dingshan and whispered: "Thank you very much, Sect Leader Yang."

Yang Dingshan nodded, glanced at Han Muye, then moved and disappeared.

It wasn't until Yang Dingshan left that Tang Chi, who was standing behind Lu Hao, bowed to Lu Hao: "Thank you, elder..."

Lu Hao didn't answer, and left in a flash.

Tang Chi's expression froze and he turned to look at the other people around him.

Li San glanced at him and said coldly: "You are not worthy of being a swordsman."

After saying that, Li San turned around and strode away.
To be continued...