Shocked by the magical power condensed in the long sword in Han Muye's hand, the black-armored warrior on the opposite side couldn't help but shout.

He raised his hand to lead the battle formation behind him and walked forward.

The black war horse ran faster and faster, slowly turning into a surging black torrent, rushing towards Han Muye.

The power of blood evil sealed the surrounding world and stabilized the space, turning it into a blood-colored curtain with a radius of hundreds of miles, making it impossible for Han Muye to escape even if he wanted to.

"You're careless. Han Wudi should take action in advance, before the battle formation's power gathers." An old man wearing half a suit of armor stroked his beard, shook his head and spoke.

"Indeed, once the Yuanmo Dao Sect's Taoist formation is launched, it will fight to the death. Not to mention a Heaven-defying Sword Immortal, even a Void Refining Immortal will probably have to go all out."

The paradise of heaven is one step away and thousands of miles away.

Dongxu and Lianxu seem to be only one level apart, but their combat power is worlds apart.

There have long been rumors in the wasteland about the strength of Yuan Mo Dao Sect's Dao soldiers.

At this time, I saw it rolling and running, the bloody power intertwined into one, it was really a armor soaring to the sky, and the evil spirit took away the soul.

"Good formation."

Han Muye looked at the surging torrent and said something in a low voice. His eyes fell on the black-armored warrior opposite who spoke out.

At this time, the general had retreated thousands of feet and was in the center of the battle formation.

Guijue, on the other hand, knew how to capture the thief and capture the king, so he hid himself in the center of the military formation, making it impossible for anyone to assassinate him.

Also, no matter how powerful a swordsman is, it is impossible for him to confront an army of 100,000 people head-on.

The only thing that can be done is to kill the leading general in a surprise attack and cause the army to collapse.

Unfortunately, Han Muye did not fly into the battle as they thought.

In his hand, a blue long sword appeared.

No one knows that this is his soul sword.

Sword killing.

The master of swordsmanship is killing, and this sword is specially condensed for killing.

"kill."

Han Muye took three steps, raised his hand and slashed down with his sword, cutting the soldier who rushed forward first and stabbed Han Muye's front door with a spear in his hand into two pieces.

The solidified Qi and blood spread around, and the soldiers in the formation had red eyes, and the Qi and blood on their bodies was rolling, as if their bodies were about to explode.

Han Muye was holding a long blue sword. As long as he collided with the soldiers, three or five of them would be killed with one sword.

He was three feet tall and became a restricted area.

Traces of blood-colored evil energy were attracted and poured into the Chengyun Sword that turned into ice above Han Muye's head.

In the eyes of outsiders, Han Muye uses this long sword with the power of frost to suppress and digest the blood evil aura that can make people mentally confused.

This approach is very orthodox.

But no one knew that more than 80% of the blood evil energy gathered at this time was absorbed by the Yuanshen Killing Sword in Han Muye's hand.

What outsiders see is just the surface.

Fight.

It is completely unimaginable that Han Muye chose to fight with the Taoist soldiers in the battle formation.

The sword light flashed away, and the continuous shadow of the sword rose with a puff of blood.

Each sword will take away several lives.

Han Muye moved his sword faster and faster, and the corpses piled up around him, forcing him to move forward.

Traveling ten miles, a ten-mile road is paved with blood.

There were no words spoken around, everyone was looking at the killing field.

Who would have thought that Han Muye would choose one man and one sword to confront the Taoist soldiers head-on?

"His sword seems to be faster?"

Someone found a clue.

Sure enough, the sword light in Han Muye's hand was a little faster at this time.

"It's even stronger..." Someone spoke softly with a deep look in his eyes.

Before, Han Muye killed three to five soldiers in the battle formation with one sword, but now, every sword would take away dozens of lives.

Could it be that killing will also make Han Wudi stronger?

That's right, he is a sword cultivator after all, so it is normal to practice several secret techniques to increase combat power with the power of killing.

How can a swordsman not be good at killing?

"Change of formation——"

Han Muye walked another ten miles, and before he knew it, he had killed five thousand soldiers.

There are five thousand soldiers, which is already half of the army in front of us.

There were so many killings at one time that it was staggering.

Many immortal cultivators who majored in Taoism and were slightly weak to fighting were already turning pale at this time.

The aura of killing will quietly affect people's minds, making them unable to gather strength.

With half of their combat strength reduced by the killings, Yuan Mo Dao Sect's Taoist formation had to change its formation.

"boom--"

The shadow of a thousand-foot-long black bear condensed with blood evil energy appeared.

A black body, with shoulder armor covered with cyan flames.

There is a long green sword in his hand, which is 1,300 feet long. The blade is like a door panel, but it is a door panel of 300 feet.

This door panel can directly crush a huge mountain.

"Roar--"

The black bear roared and swung the sword in his hand, causing the strong wind to vibrate and crushing the void beneath it.

Han Muye was the first to bear the brunt. Under the sword, his body was imprisoned and could not move at all.

In fact, he has always been burdened with the power of imprisonment since his confrontation with the battle formation.

He has the power of a mythical beast and can still move forward steadily despite endless pressure.

At this time, under the long sword, the power was restrained to the extreme, causing the space around him to shatter inch by inch.

This is the conflict between his power and the power of imprisonment. The two forces are in conflict. It is when the space is too majestic to bear that cracks will appear.

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, and faced the long sword that was slashed in front of everyone's horrified eyes, and directly touched it.

It's like an ant competing with a giant elephant.

This situation is an unimaginable contrast.

"boom--"

The light of the sword clashed with the light of the sword, and a roaring and exploding sound could be heard.

But Han Muye, who was like an ant under the long sword, remained motionless and the sword in his hand was still steady.

The long knife above his head was full of cracks.

"The power of swordsmanship is extremely pure. Han Wudi may not be able to compete with this bloody war bear, but he can break through the power he gathers."

"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have thought that Han Wudi could confront the Yuan Mo Dao Sect's Taoist formation head-on?"

The war bear in front kept waving its long sword. Han Muye held the long sword and resisted every blow.

Unknown to outsiders, Han Muye's immortal energy and soul power had been activated to the extreme at this time, and even the immortal energy he had previously reserved was used.

For no other reason than to cover up his own killing aura, and then stimulate the power of the sword to absorb and practice with all his strength.

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The ice formed by the Chengyun Sword above his head seemed to outsiders to be a means of absorbing the evil spirit of blood and ensuring that Han Muye would not lose his mind.

In fact, this was a cover to cover up his efforts to absorb the evil spirit of blood.

Every time the war bear struck a blow, 80% of the blood evil force would be absorbed by Han Muye.

Every time ten swords are passed, the blood evil energy in the war bear's body will become weaker.

The general who commanded the military formation only thought it was a normal consumption, mobilized the power of the military formation, stabilized the body of the war bear, and then drew his sword.

At this time, the sword of the soul in Han Muye's hand was filled with bloody killing energy.

There was also a strong aura of killing in his mind.

enough.

The absorption this time alone was enough for him to refine for a long time.

Practice without being greedy.

Any more, and this intention to kill will affect his mental judgment.

"boom--"
To be continued...