105, its over, just brush off your clothes and go away
Tianjing, escaped!
In front of countless Jiuxuan Sword Sect disciples, Tianjing Daxiu, the leader of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, escaped.
This rapidly changing battle situation is truly unimaginable.
A powerful man in the heavenly realm was actually wounded by a sword three thousand miles away from Jiuxuan Mountain and fled for his life?
The fourth heavenly figure in Western Xinjiang was unexpectedly defeated by the master of Jiuxuan Sword Sect outside Jiuxuan Mountain with a concentrated sword. He was seriously injured and escaped.
After today, among the Xijiang sects, the only one under Heaven is the Jiuxuan Sword Sect!
"In the past three hundred years, the glory of our Jiuxuan Sword Sect has reappeared——"
Kanazawa had tears in his eyes and shouted loudly.
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect has endured the humiliation and endured the heavy burden for three hundred years, and finally it is today!
He wasted two hundred years in Jinze, his path was cut off, and finally achieved the great cause of Jiuxuan Sword Sect!
"Today, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect is in the Heaven-Slaying Realm!"
Kill the Heaven Realm!
Everyone in the Jiuxuan Sword Sect looked crazy.
Kill the Heaven Realm with force!
"Heaven-Destroying Realm!"
"Heaven-Destroying Realm!"
All the strong men from the Earth Realm flew up, formed a sword formation, followed behind the sect leader Jinze, and chased in the direction in which the Wind Spirit Sword Sect members were fleeing.
In today's battle, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect will rise!
Seeing the masters of the sects flying to chase the enemy, the disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect below were all excited.
"Senior Brother Han, Brother Six, are you okay?" Lin Shen looked at Huang Laoliu in front of the carriage and spoke in a low voice.
Beside him, Lu Gao, who was holding a wooden stick in one hand, was also grinning.
Around the carriage, countless disciples looked at Han Muye and Huang Laoliu, their eyes extremely hot.
The ones who turned the tide of today's battle were the two little-known sword watchers in front of them!
"Senior Brother Han from Jiange, a genius in swordsmanship." Someone pointed at Han Muye.
"More than a genius, he is as good as a swordsman."
"His name is Huang Laoliu, and he is the sword watcher of Jiange Pavilion." A disciple looked at Huang Laoliu and whispered to the excited fellow disciples around him.
"Hush, his name is Huang Zhenxiong, he should be called Senior Brother Zhenxiong."
"Brother Six, please respect Brother Six from now on."
Huang Laoliu had a strange expression on his face.
Just now, the sword energy condensed in his soul merged with the sword above the head of the sect leader Kanazawa. He really seemed to have transformed into a giant sword, with a shining sword that could cut the heaven and the earth.
But my family knows that they are worth a lot.
His little sword energy is not strong enough to even scratch the itch of a strong person in the Heaven Realm, let alone cut him.
How can you help the sect leader to hurt the sect leader of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect and the Heavenly Realm Overhaul?
Unconsciously, he turned his head and looked at Han Muye who was sitting cross-legged on the carriage.
At this time, Han Muye looked pale and his shoulders were shaking slightly.
"boom--"
From the distant sky, a roar came.
With one sword, hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers were split open.
Zhang Cheng ran away first, but the few Half-Step Heaven Realms behind him could not escape, so they had to turn around, work together to catch the sword light, and then vomited blood and retreated.
It was only then that the majestic sky-supporting sword slowly turned into nothingness.
A hundred breaths have passed.
Han Muye was shocked and slowly opened his eyes.
"Brother Six?"
In front of him, Huang Laoliu came closer, with a puzzled look on his face.
"Brother, your body is quite weak..."
Virtual?
Can it be true?
The sword condensed in his soul was exhausted, and Han Muye's own soul was also involved, almost shaking and collapsing.
At this time, his muscles and bones ached all over his body and he had a splitting headache.
The entire shrine is empty.
"Boy, are you okay?" The elder of Jiange, who also looked pale, stepped forward and looked at Han Muye.
He naturally knew that Han Muye's consumption was huge, which might affect the stability of his soul and cause his body to collapse.
Ancestor Tao Ran, who also followed, looked at Han Muye, then turned to Huang Laoliu, who was crowded in front of the carriage, and reached out to pat his shoulder.
"Good boy, not bad."
good?
Huang Laoliu blushed and nodded.
He doesn't know how he is so good.
Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged on the carriage, looked at the elder of Jiange and chuckled: "Elder, do you want me to give a message to that senior Xiao Yueli for you?"
His words made the elder of Jiange's face stiffen, and a rare blush appeared on his pale face.
"Smelly boy..."
Before the sword pavilion elder finished cursing, Han Muye spurted out a mouthful of blood, and sword energy burst out from his body. He fell onto the carriage frame and passed out.
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When Han Muye woke up, he was already in the quiet room in the sword pavilion.
"Han, Senior Brother Han is awake."
A boy of thirteen or fourteen years old whispered, then turned around and ran out.
"Grandpa Gao, Grandpa Tao, Senior Brother Han are awake——"
The boy's voice echoed in the sword pavilion.
Within a moment, Lu Gao carrying a wooden stick and Lin Shen carrying a sword rushed into the quiet room.
Then, Elder Jiange and Patriarch Tao Ran also walked in.
"Elder, how long have I slept?"
Han Muye felt his head was still a little heavy, so he looked at the elder of Jiange and asked in a low voice.
"One month and seven days." The elder of Jiange looked at Han Muye and said softly: "I thought you would never wake up again."
One month and seven days.
Han Muye nodded.
He didn't expect that he would be injured so seriously.
"It's good to wake up, just wake up." Lin Shen and Lu Gao both looked excited.
Han Muye looked at Lu Gao, whose eyes were covered with black gauze, and whispered: "Brother Lu, your injury..."
Lu Gao grinned and said: "It doesn't matter, you can eat and drink. Sixth brother said, I will take care of myself in Jiange from now on."
Han Muye nodded.
"Sixth brother has been invited to a banquet by the inner sect elder Liu. Do you want to tell him the news of Senior Brother Han's awakening?" The boy who was shouting just now stretched his head from the door of the quiet room and asked.
Han Muye turned to look at the boy, his eyes glaring and his whole body trembled.
The boy was holding a small snow-white fox in his hand, looking up at him.
Han Muye didn't come back to his senses until the little boy hugged the little fox and left.
"Elder, where did he and it come from?"
Han Muye looked at the elder of Jiange.
"Gao Xiaoxuan, this boy is a distant relative of the elder Jiange. The elder came here specially to take care of you."
Lu Gao, who was leaning on a wooden stick and wearing a black gauze mask, was not depressed because of the loss of his eyes, and his voice was still loud.
"This guy is pretty good, hardworking and sensible."
Lu Gao seems to like children very much.
"Gao Xiaoxuan?" After Lu Gao and Lin Shen went out to continue guarding the sword pavilion, Han Muye looked at the elder of the sword pavilion.
"You kid can't guess it yet?" The elder of Jiange waved his hand and sat down in front of the long desk in Han Muye's quiet room.
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Han Muye was still sore and weak. He raised his head and nodded to Ancestor Tao Ran, then whispered: "Ancestor, is this the sword spirit of the Jiu Xuan Sword?"
There is a spirit in the sword.
In fact, swords at the level of spiritual weapons already contain sword spirits.
But even if it is a high-grade spiritual weapon, the sword spirit among them is not very intelligent and is no different from an ordinary small beast.
After Wen Yang has been raised for a long time, he can communicate with the sword owner, but he still can't communicate with him in a complicated way.
Only when it reaches the level of magic weapon, the sword spirit, wisdom and soul are not weaker than humans, and can even transform into human form and practice self-cultivation.
The child Gao Xiaoxuan that Han Muye saw was clearly the body condensed by a sword spirit.
The reason why he could tell was because he had practiced the Condensing Sword Technique inherited from Jiange.
Otherwise, I'm afraid he will be like Lu Gao and others, and really only think that Gao Xiaoxuan is a distant relative of Elder Gao.
"The sect leader invited Master Tu Sun of the Taiyi Sword Sect to come. He originally wanted to use the Jiuxuan Sword as a reward to ask him to take action against the success of the sect leader of the Fengling Sword Sect."
"If you want to take the Jiuxuan Sword, you must destroy the great demon."
"In order to avoid the disaster, the spirit of the great demon escaped and transformed into a small white fox beast, while the Nine-Xuan Sword's sword spirit transformed into a child."
"When we returned to Jiange, they were already there."
"It's just that the sword spirit is ignorant, and the little beast has completely given up on its ten thousand years of cultivation and memory. The two are getting along well."
"The sect leader said that the Nine-Xuan Sword can suppress great demons ruthlessly, so how can the Nine-Xuan Sword not be ruthless?" Ancestor Tao Ran sighed softly.
The big demon is there to avoid being killed by Master Tu Sun, and the Nine-Xuan Sword is there to avoid being refined and taken away.
One gave up his true body and memory that lasted ten thousand years, and the other gave up his sword body.
Han Muye was a little stunned.
That the big demon can come out with a soul, maybe it has something to do with him, right?