"The hilt of the sword is worn, which shows that he is a very diligent swordsman."

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he whispered.

"Look at the angle of carrying the sword. The posture of carrying the sword is very conducive to drawing the sword."

Han Muye's eyes showed a hint of depth, and he said softly: "The angle of the sword is mainly slashing and slashing, and most of them are sword moves that kill with one blow."

His voice was calm, and the sword energy lingered around the old man opposite him.

When Han Muye finished all his words, the old man's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

At this moment, Han Muye suddenly spoke again.

"There is evil energy in the sword, which kills many people."

"The qi and blood are integrated with the sword qi. If you are not modifying swordsmanship, you must be specializing in the killing method."

"With such swordsmanship, he should be a master at Zhehuatang."

Zhehuatang.

"Canglang"

The sword in the old man's hand was unsheathed, and with icy murderous intent, he stabbed Han Muye in the chest.

The sword light was extremely fast, and in a flash, it had already arrived.

Han Muye stared at the sword's edge and his body shape shifted slightly.

"Zhehuatang's swordsmanship is supposed to be more about assassinations than open attacks. You are waiting for me here because you are extremely confident in your own swordsmanship."

Passing by the old man, Han Muye's voice sounded again.

But the old man stood in the void, trembling all over, not daring to move at all.

There was a scar under his armpit, straight through his chest and abdomen!

On Han Muye's left hand, there was a purple dagger with blood dripping from it.

"Do you know why I spared your life?"

Han Muye turned around and landed in front of the old man. He raised his hand and used his sword to remove the mask from the old man's face, revealing a face full of scars.

The old man's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.

That sword strike just now, the icy edge of the sword pierced his chest and abdomen. If the other party hadn't wanted to save his life, it would have completely cut off his heart veins.

Who can resist such swordsmanship?

He couldn't figure out why Han Muye would leave him alive.

Han Muye raised his hand and made a move.

Behind him, Yunlong transformed into Zhao Yunlong wearing white clothes.

"Owner."

Zhao Yunlong bowed.

"You go back with him to see Tang Yunhao."

Zhao Yunlong nodded and turned into a long sword, landing in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye looked at the old man and said, "Tang Yunhao is the Broken Sword."

Tang Yunhao, nicknamed Broken Sword in Zhehuatang, is one of the most popular killers in Zhehuatang recently.

The old man's eyes fell on the sword in front of him.

This is a sword.

Magic sword!

In the cultivation world of Western Xinjiang, there are only legends about magic weapons, and no one has ever seen a magic weapon that can truly transform into a human form.

Today, such a sword actually appeared in front of me.

Moreover, he had to take it to Zhehuatang himself and hand it over to Duan Jian.

Give it to him for what?

The old man's eyes widened, he slowly raised his head and looked at Han Muye with rapid breathing.

What does he want to do!

"I think Broken Sword knows how to do it, right?"

Han Muye reached out and patted the old man's shoulder, chuckled, turned around and flew away.

Broken Sword knows how to do it?

Looking at the long sword in front of him, the old man took a deep breath, bowed and said: "Senior, this junior is willing to surrender to the banished immortal and serve the banished immortal."

Duanjian is the one who was banished to immortal by Han, why can't he surrender?

With this magical sword in hand, who else in Zhehuatang can compete with Broken Sword?

Not even the master of Zhehua Hall can do it!

"Let's go."

In the Yunlong Sword, Zhao Yunlong's voice came faintly.

The old man quickly held the sword in both hands and flew away.

If you take this sword back to Zhehuatang, you will be destined for a bloody storm!

Han Muye asked him to take the Yunlong Sword to Zhehuatang and hand it over to Tang Yunhao, so that Tang Yunhao could take over Zhehuatang.

Han Muye had not used Tang Yunhao much before, so there was no need for him.

Now he wants to occupy the old site of Lieyang Palace and do business in swords, elixirs, and various other things. He needs the manpower of Tang Yunhao and those from Zhehua Hall.

For those who are accustomed to the assassination business, it is not difficult to switch to other businesses.

With the Yunlong Sword Technique and the sword weapon, Tang Yunhao can definitely sweep through Zhehuatang.

"Aren't you afraid of being intercepted and killed if you don't take that guy Zhao Yunlong with you?" Taoist Dayan's voice came from the side of Han Muye as he flew away in the breeze.

Zhao Yunlong is a magic weapon, imbued with sword intent, and his combat power can block half a step from the heavenly realm.

With this sword protecting him, Han Muye can return to Jiuxuan Mountain safely.

Without this sword, there would probably be many more twists and turns along the way.

"Why, do you think I don't have the ability to fight all the way back to Jiuxuan Mountain?"

Han Muye chuckled.

Taoist Dayan said nothing.

Because several figures have already appeared in front of them.

Han Muye laughed, and the Qingming Sword in his hand shone brightly, turning into ten feet of sword energy.

There were flames lingering in the sword light, which was clearly the sword technique used by Yu Longsheng before.

The figures opposite didn't expect Han Muye to draw his sword without saying a word, unable to react at all.

Some of them retreated in a hurry, while others drew their swords to meet them, and they were in chaos.

Han Muye was no longer too lazy to bother with these methods. He just swept the sword light and knocked away the long swords that were coming towards him. Then the sword light chased those who retreated and knocked them off the clouds.

"You're still a bit tender, practice more."

The sound was still there, and the person had already flown into the sky.

The young practitioners who were blocking the way retrieved their swords, flew onto the clouds, and looked into the distance, their faces changing from green to red.

"Hmph, it's just that my swordsmanship is better..." Someone gritted his teeth and whispered.

"That swordsmanship seems to be the swordsmanship of Dangyang Palace. I have seen it before." Someone's eyes flashed and he said, "This swordsman banished immortal is really talented in swordsmanship."

Someone shook his head and hung up his sword: "Let's go. After meeting such a person today, we can't neglect our practice in the future."

After everyone dispersed, two figures appeared in the same place.

"It's amazing..." The old man in green robe watched Han Muye leave and sighed softly.

"Haha, he knew that you and I were on the side, so he didn't do anything serious." Another old man with a white beard shook his head and said with a smile: "It's good to let these boys practice, knowing that there are people out there."

Hearing his words, the old man in green robe nodded and said: "In swordsmanship, he is indeed the best among the younger generation."

"It's just that this time, I, the Kawagoe Sword Sect, have accepted his favor, and I will still have to repay this favor in the future."

The two of them whispered as they flew to follow the young practitioners.

Along the way, Han Muye encountered many challenges, most of which were defeated by his swords.

In one day, he flew thousands of miles and fought twenty-one battles in a row.

At sunset, he landed on a mountain cliff in the wilderness, lit a bonfire, then took out the formation disk and set up an invisible formation for protection.

After doing this, he took out an elixir and drank it, then slowly adjusted his breathing.
To be continued...