The long sword flew across the sky, and above the sword's edge were intertwined and shining thunders.
When the sword light moved, billions of thunders surged out from the void, covering the sky and the earth.
The power of thunder collided with the golden palm above the sky, causing the whole world to begin to tremble.
This sword can kill gods!
"boom--"
The endless explosion of lightning enveloped the entire imperial city, causing lightning like swimming dragons to appear in the sky above the imperial city.
The stars scattered in the sky all turned into ashes before this thunder light.
This blow caused the original power between the surrounding heaven and earth to tremble.
"This person's way of thunder has reached the peak of the divine realm!"
"Using a sword to draw thunder, his sword skills are not inferior to those of thunder!"
In the imperial city, several low shouts rang out.
In front of each palace, countless figures appeared, looking up at the thunder in the sky, with solemn expressions in their eyes.
The golden palm shattered, and God King Yun's eyes darkened, and his body retreated uncontrollably.
Han Muye's sword light was stronger than he imagined.
He activated the origin of heaven and earth, and even the power of the Imperial City Formation could not stop Han Muye's sword.
When did such a great master of swordsmanship appear in the world!
"Han Muye, do you really ignore my Pantian plane and the Imperial City's Immortal Dynasty?"
The gathering god king froze his figure, looked up to the sky and drank.
If it weren't for the golden light curtain that reunited in the sky, he wouldn't have dared to face Han Muye directly.
But if he just retreats like this, will he still lose face?
"Ignore the imperial city?" Han Muye raised his hand, and the shattered sword reunited.
"You are not worthy of representing the Imperial City or the Immortal Dynasty when you gather here!"
Han Muye's voice vibrated in the sky, and the sword light shone brightly again.
That sword light made God King Yunji feel chills all over his body.
"kill!"
As if his mind was shaken, he couldn't help but shout lowly, raised his hand, and golden light rose up.
Zhentianwei.
This is the army of Zhentianwei.
Holding the Heaven-Suppressing Seal, Yunji God King is qualified to mobilize the Heaven-Suppressing Guards of the entire Immortal Dynasty.
Among the Tian Suppressing Guard army, at least five powerful figures of the divine realm appeared.
The divine realm is in front, activating the power of the army's formation, causing thousands of miles of space to vibrate.
Five golden-armored figures holding up the sky appeared, stepped forward, and struck Han Muye head-on with swords and spears in their hands.
"Royal——"
Huang Zhihu shouted, and the sword light appeared on his body.
All the sword cultivators behind her flew up in the sword formation, and the sword light condensed into one, blocking the power of the battle formation controlled by the five powerful gods.
Even though the sword formation was shaky, everyone could see at this moment that the sword formation had indeed blocked the large formation controlled by the five god-level experts of Zhentian Guard.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and the blue Heaven-Suppressing Seal floated in the air.
"If the Heaven-Suppressing Guard doesn't recognize the Heaven-Suppressing Seal, then there is no need for it to exist."
Han Muye's voice sounded, and then he stepped forward in one step.
At this time, the lightning on his body dissipated, leaving only a faint sword light.
From the perspective of outsiders, this scene clearly shows that he believes that he cannot break through the barrier of the imperial city and has passively taken action.
Just when Han Muye restrained the power of the lightning, at least two powerful forces rose up in the imperial city.
"I once cultivated one sword and made it into one with ten thousand swords."
"This sword is enough to break the momentum of the Immortal Dynasty Imperial City in the Pantian Plane."
Han Muye's voice sounded, and the sword light appeared in his hand.
Not one sword light, but ten thousand sword lights.
Not ten thousand sword rays, but ten thousand sword rays!
The endless sword light gathered and turned into a long sword that exuded a terrifying aura!
As soon as the sword was released, in the imperial city below, aura of powerful gods surged from their bodies, and they flew up uncontrollably.
"Be careful, this sword is extremely powerful!"
"This is the divine realm of swordsmanship!"
"His fighting prowess actually makes me tremble!"
A low cry sounded out, and at least thirty divine figures emerged.
But at this time, the sword light in Han Muye's hand had solidified.
"This sword is called, Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect."
Han Muye whispered.
At this moment, he seemed to be back on Jiuxuan Mountain.
He seemed to be in a classics building, looking at the tens of thousands of sword lights uniting on the classics left by Mo Yuan.
"Wan Jian, return to the clan."
The sword light rises and the sword light falls.
Billions of stars cover the sky and the sun!
The billions of brilliance condensed into a line, directly breaking through the barrier of heaven and earth below, breaking through all the imperial city formations.
The sword light cut open the heaven and the earth, and then struck down on the head of the God King Yunji.
God King Yunji wanted to run away, but was unable to block the sword, and his body immediately shattered.
The sword light continued to move forward and fell in the imperial city.
At least three thousand miles of mountains and rivers were cut into pieces, and countless palaces were chopped open with one sword.
All the treasures in the palace were turned into ashes under this sword!
One by one, the powerful gods tried to block the sword light, but were knocked away by the sword light.
No one can stop this sword light.
"pass."
A voice sounded from the imperial city.
An old man with a golden crown in white robes appeared in front of the sword light and raised his hand.
The sword light that stretched for thousands of miles was finally blocked.
The sword light fell on the old man's fingertips, and it seemed like a candle that had been extinguished and shattered directly.
"For the swordsmanship to reach your level, it should have been cultivated in the Pantian plane."
"It's a pity that you shouldn't ignore the Immortal Dynasty and violate the majesty of the Immortal Dynasty."
The old man retracted his fingers and looked at Han Muye.
With just this glance, the heaven and earth in front of Han Muye shattered.
The sword array behind him exploded, and all the sword cultivators, including Huang Zhihu, vomited blood and retreated.
If the five Heaven-Suppressing Guardian God Realm powerhouses had not restrained their hands at this moment, the sword formation would have shattered, and all the sword cultivators would have turned into powder.
"Creator?"
Han Muye took a deep breath, and endless divine light burst out from his body.
In his hand, a black and white long sword appeared.
As soon as the sword came out, the old man in white robe opposite narrowed his eyes.
"The power of creation?"
"No, this is..."
Han Muye didn't give the old man a chance to think, and he thrust out the long sword in his hand.
The sword light turned into cyan-gray, the black and white streams of light collided, and then the sword edge appeared in front of the white-robed old man.
The old man in white robe looked solemn, raised his hand, and in his palm was a ball of golden and red lotus flowers.
"when--"
The golden and red lotus flower was directly chopped into pieces and swallowed by the black and white sword light, and then the sword light continued, heading down towards the white-robed old man.
"This is the end of God!"
The old man in white robe looked frightened and retreated backward.
He dare not touch the power of God!
"Arrogant."
On the other side, a black-bearded Taoist wearing golden armor stepped out with a golden war spear in his hand and struck the black and white sword light.
"Bang——"
The sword light was smashed into pieces, and the black and white colors intertwined, turning into a black and white shadow on the spot.
The golden-armored Taoist pointed the spear at Han Muye and shouted: "Taking advantage of the power of the gods, you have a way to die today."
A golden light burst out from above the tip of his spear.
But before he could take action, both his expressions and those of the old man in white robes behind him suddenly changed.
Where Han Muye's sword had just cut him down, where the God King had fallen, layers of black clouds appeared.
That cloud energy is also the power of God!
"I have been sleeping for countless years. Are you from the Pantian plane unwilling to give me this little sustenance from the gods?"
A voice sounded in the cloud.
"In this case, let me swallow this Pantian plane..."