In the sky and on the earth, and on the Jialing River, there was only the roar of landslides.

With one sword, he split three hundred miles and changed the course of the river.

When practitioners reach a high and deep level in cultivation, they generally will not add their own great power to the heaven and earth.

Because there is a way between heaven and earth, if you attack heaven and earth at will, you will be hated by heaven and earth.

But after all, how many people in Western Xinjiang can split mountains and rivers three hundred miles apart with one sword?

This power is the combination of sword power and practice.

The power of the sword borrows the power of heaven and earth.

Use the power of heaven and earth to split mountains and rivers. Although heaven and earth shake, they will not be jealous.

"Senior Brother Tuoba, remember when you struck out with a sword in Fierce Demon Valley, and later, someone seemed to have struck out with a sword there as well?" Someone above the cloud suddenly spoke in a low voice.

Tuoba Cheng nodded and said, "He is also a disciple of Sanshi Zhai."

Sanshizhai!

Isn't the owner of Sanshizhai Tuoba Cheng?

That hundred-year-old golden elixir, the kendo genius condensed into sword power, is Tuoba Cheng’s disciple!

There were countless exclamations above the clouds.

Tuoba Cheng's gaze fell downwards, filled with emotions.

Lin Chongxiao, the three-stone green tiger, was his most proud disciple in Tuoba Cheng.

Tuoba Cheng accepted Lin Chongxiao's younger brother as his disciple, but never cared much about him.

Lin Shenxiu drew his sword, but Tuoba Cheng did not stop him.

Lin Shen wasted more than ten years.

Until I met Han Muye and stepped into the sword pavilion.

After all, Lin Shen is from Jiange.

It was Jiange and Han Muye who gave Lin Shen everything.

"Second brother..."

On the bank of the river, a female cultivator in green clothes covered her mouth with her hands, tears rolling down her face like rain.

"Junior sister Lin, then, is that your second brother?" Beside the female cultivator in green, several female cultivators in the same clothes whispered, and then supported the female cultivator.

The female cultivator covered her mouth and nodded heavily.

Lin Yuxia.

Lin Shen's sister.

She had been practicing in the sect for more than three years and had almost no contact with Lin Shen.

Although the Jiuxuan Sword Gate's sword pavilion has been famous all over the world recently, and the reputation of the sword pavilion Han's banished immortal is also resounding, in Lin Yuxia's view, the second brother who has practiced and drawn tens of millions of swords will probably remain unknown in just a few decades.

The second brother's talent is much worse than that of the eldest brother.

This time, she came with the seniors from the sect to watch the competition among the nine sects, and she never thought she would see her second brother again.

When she saw her second brother again, what she saw was an extremely strong man who cut through three hundred miles of mountains and rivers with one sword. One person and one sword prevented tens of thousands of Western Xinjiang elites from moving forward.

Second brother, I finally did it.

"If you want to live, go find a dragon boat to carry you. Each boat can carry ten people."

"If you move forward in an orderly manner and grab the water channel, you will be an enemy of our Jiuxuan Sword Sect."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

Instead of grabbing the dragon boat, the sect elites who broke the dragon boat were asked to follow other sects' dragon boats.

Without the dragon boat of his sect, he loses the qualification to compete for the position of the nine sects.

But by following Dragon Boat from other sects, you can save your life.

The waves of water monsters at the rear and the tyranny of those powerful sects made these sect elites wake up.

With his own fighting power, let alone fighting for the seats of the nine factions, he can't even save his life!

"Brother Hu Chao, we traveled side by side back then. Today I have come to seek refuge. Can you take me in?"

"We, the Siyue Sword Sect, have promised to withdraw from the fight, but we hope that some sect will take us in."

"Fellow members of the Wushan Dao Sect, we, the Qingyang Sword Sect, are old neighbors to you. Let's take one in."

There were calls on the rocks, and there were also people on the dragon boats actively soliciting.

Within a moment, figures flew down from the dragon boat one after another.

The dragon boat, which is more than ten feet long, is not crowded when ten people are added to it.

When these people take the ride, they are tacitly offering their full support.

This is the rule set by Han Banxian of Jiuxuan Sword Sect.

rule.

Someone raised his head and looked at the disappearing clouds in the sky.

Neutral rules in the competition where the nine factions are rearranged.

Is this the first time in thousands of years?

Does Jiuxuan Sword Sect really want to compete for the number one sect in Western Xinjiang?

At this moment, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Jiuxuan Sword Sect.

"The Jiuxuan Sword Sect really has the ambition to conquer the Western Border..." Someone on the bank of the river sighed and whispered.

Set rules.

express determination.

Are all these methods arranged by the top management of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, or are they the idea of ​​the swordsman who banished the immortal?

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the rocks in the center of the river.

At this time, only Han Muye, who was wearing a green robe, and Lu Gao, standing behind Han Muye with his eyes covered in black gauze, were left on the rocks.

"ninety."

In front, Gu Yuanlong's voice was high-pitched.

The sword light in his hand was already three hundred feet long, and the sword energy he swung was raging, causing violent waves on the river.

The swordsmanship of the East China Sea is like this, one sword is stronger than the other, like the waves, endless.

"ninety five."

"Ninety-six."

…

Gu Yuanlong, one man and one sword, blocked the wave of the water demon.

It was not as magnificent as Lin Shen's three-hundred-mile sword, but Gu Yuanlong's combat power was definitely not much weaker than Lin Shen's.

Behind, on both sides of the deep forest, dragon boats were galloping and going upstream in the opposite direction.

There is no scrambling.

There is no need to fight to cross the Luoyan Gorge, which was cut straight by a sword.

The time for rest is coming.

Although Gu Yuanlong's sword light was brilliant and magnificent to the extreme, it had reached its limit.

Thousands of waves gather together and turn into a huge blow.

In East China Sea swordsmanship, the more powerful the sword is, the more it will collapse.

"one hundred."

Gu Yuanlong shouted loudly and slashed down the sword in his hand.

The sword light was extremely brilliant, and the water vapor was like a dragon, wreaking havoc in a radius of ten miles.

Those water monsters that drummed waves were suppressed under the water and did not dare to raise their heads.

"Roar--"

Several hundred-foot-long figures rushed out of the water.

Gu Yuanlong flew down in front of Han Muye, his face slightly flushed, and he gasped in a low voice: "Senior Brother Han, Gu is lucky to have lived up to his fate."

Han Muye nodded and said calmly: "Master Mo's sword has reached the state of uniting ten thousand swords, right?"

Hearing his words, Gu Yuanlong was stunned.

"After all the swords are unified, one sword becomes ten thousand swords."
To be continued...