With the power of one person, he can fight against the army of the fairy world alone!

After Han Muye's death, the eyes of the practitioners in Tianxuan World were filled with sadness and anger.

If they have enough cultivation, they are willing to step forward and fight to the death.

But with so many major repairs underway, the sacrifice of their lives is meaningless.

The only person in this world who can stop the fairy army is one person.

Han Muye.

Tian Xuan Han Xiang.

"Buzz——"

Dang Wuyou didn't wait at all, and directly commanded the puppet of Shenting to strike Han Muye in the head with his sword.

The control power of Shenting's puppets is more tyrannical than that of Shenting's secret guards. With one strike, the void within a thousand miles radius can be instantly frozen.

If this sword cannot be blocked, not only Han Muye, but also so many Tianxuan practitioners behind him will fall together.

It was said that only Han Muye was killed. In fact, when Han Muye died, how could there be any cultivators from the Tianxuan World left?

We share life and death, honor and disgrace.

The long sword in Han Muye's hand shone with a dazzling halo.

Behind him, the seven-fold sword tower lit up layer by layer.

In the illusion, another nine-story sword tower also appeared layer by layer with a golden halo.

It's just that the nine-story sword tower is hidden in the illusion and cannot be seen by outsiders except Han Muye himself.

Thirty million standard long swords and millions of swords of all levels collected over the years. At this moment, in the sword tower behind Han Muye, the sword light turned into stars.

Hidden swords for hundreds of years, just for one day.

Just like when I practiced sword techniques in the sword pavilion on Jiuxuan Mountain, the armor is one sword, and one sword can defeat the heavenly realm.

It turns out that the path of spiritual cultivation is the same in the end.

When Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, his eyes were clear and clear, just like when he condensed his soul into a sword at the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain to resist the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

Through practice, it turns out that this mind has never changed.

A hundred years have passed, and the original intention has not changed!

"I am a swordsman."

"There is a sword in the heart."

"There is a sword in your hand."

"My sword," Han Muye's voice resounded as he stabbed forward with his sword and rushed forward: "Protect everything I want to protect."

The way of the sword is the way of destruction and establishment. It can destroy all things, but what is establishment?

It is the thought in my heart, it is to protect the peace in my heart.

Holding the hilt of the sword in hand, peace of mind.

After the sword was thrust out, Han Muye's mind rapidly transformed.

He has a feeling that his body has transformed into a sword, and that he and the sword have merged.

His divine soul sword intention has been condensed into a divine soul sword. If the soul and the physical body are combined, it will take a further step and step into the realm of a saint.

"when--"

The long sword collided with the long swing, causing an ups and downs of vibration, and thousands of miles of clouds and waves shattered.

The world of Tianxuan shook, various forces intertwined in the sky, and auras shone brightly.

Han Muye stood where he was, pointing his sword forward.

The tall body of Shenting's puppet was knocked backwards, and it didn't stop until it was ten miles away.

In the void, whether it was the Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist struggle or the powerful men from the fairy world who attacked and killed them, they all looked at the motionless Han Muye with shocked expressions.

Is there anyone in the world who can really defeat the puppets of the Divine Court with one sword?

The power of the puppet of the Divine Court is to control the immortal treasure, and one person can fight against the existence of the Heavenly Lord.

Even if this world is closed due to Taoist disputes and can only display the power of a saint, the combat power of the puppets of Shenting is also the pinnacle of the saint realm.

"Has Prime Minister Tianxuan Han reached this level of strength?" A Taoist ancestor whispered in a daze.

From presiding over and witnessing Taoist disputes to now, although Han Muye has been away from surveillance for most of the time, in less than a hundred years, how could Han Muye improve to such a level of combat power?

The other Taoist ancestors were silent.

It can be said that Han Muye grew up step by step under their eyes.

Watching such a talented person grow up is a joyful thing.

"It's a pity that no matter how strong he is, he will definitely die today..." A Taoist ancestor shook his head, with regret in his mind.

I regret the death of Han Muye.

Ten miles away, Dang Wuyou narrowed his eyes, and a faint killing intent emerged from his body.

The spiritual light in his hand turned into threads and penetrated into the void one after another.

Behind him, the originally sluggish face of the Shenting puppet showed a trace of agility.

In the void, the three-day cultivators on the flying boats looked coldly as they looked at the battlefield ahead.

Han Muye held the sword in his hand, and the sword light condensed again.

"boom--"

The puppet of Shenting, carrying wind and thunder, flew over, slashed horizontally with his long sword, and then led the bloody dragon directly towards Han Muye.

The light of the sword tore through the void, and the light of the sword turned into the shadow of a dragon.

The sound of the dragon's roar resounded, and the light of the sword penetrated directly into the heart, shocking the soul.

The confinement of qi, blood and spiritual energy, this sword is the pinnacle of sword skills in the world.

The Shenting puppet's sword made countless people change their color.

There are very few practitioners in the world who can master sword skills to this level.

"In ancient times, there was a great swordsman named Wang Zhengwu who swept across the world with a long sword. Later, this senior stepped onto the Immortal Platform and headed to the Immortal Realm..."

A Taoist ancestor who witnessed the Taoist dispute opened his eyes wide, whispered in his mouth, and his thoughts were instantly confused.

The power of the sword.

Ascend to the fairyland.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible..." Someone whispered blankly, gritting his teeth and staring at the puppet.

"Wang Zhengwu has a move that can cut off mountains and rivers. That sword can cut off the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and block a world." Someone stared closely at the puppet, their souls shaking and their minds tense.

The long sword slashed horizontally, and Han Muye held out his sword again.

"when--"

Within ten thousand miles, the spiritual energy was directly shaken into nothingness, and countless Tianxuan practitioners were unable to stabilize their bodies and fell directly.

Those flying boats in the fairy world also had to retreat.

The sword energy on Han Muye's body shattered, and he flew backwards. The sword light on the seven-story sword tower behind him swayed, as if it was about to disperse.

The Shenting puppet holding a long sword stood in place, and the long sword in his hand was raised again.

The evil aura rose up on Dang Wuyou's body, and his whole body slowly became insubstantial, almost merging with the puppet.

"Han Muye has been fighting with Wen Mo Sheng for thousands of years, and I have never been afraid of him."

"Because he can maintain his integrity, but he has no spirit."

"But you are different." Looking at Han Muye, the killing intent in Dang Wuyou's eyes solidified.

Whether it’s appreciation or cooperation.

In the end, we still have to meet life and death.

Since life and death are divided, it is impossible to hold back.

Dang Wuyou is a powerful man and a hero.

He has been able to suppress the fairy world for countless years, not only by his tyrannical fighting power, but also by his ruthless methods.

At this time, his heroic spirit was undoubtedly revealed.

"Han Muye, let me tell you a secret."

"I have made an agreement with the spirit-armored demon clan. If there are sacrifices to this world in the next three days after the Dao Zhan, they will take action."

"With the power of their clan, they can definitely block it for three days and make the sacrifice in vain."

"Our fairy world will last forever."
To be continued...