167, One body with two swords! One sword kills the pill!
The purpose of these people coming to Qingmang Mountain is to surround and kill Xia Yi and the Xuanyang Guard trial people he led.
Some experts have already gone there, while others are trying to eliminate all witnesses and block the news.
From the long sword, Han Muye also saw the activities of instigating rebellion against the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Several sects that had previously been in contact with the Tailing Sword Sect were threatened and had to participate.
And this time, the person who instigated the rebellion and presided over it was the great demon Hu Taisheng.
The great elder of Fierce Demon Valley, Tuoba Cheng, was the one who wanted to kill him.
"boom--"
There was a roaring sound in the distance.
The direction was exactly where Han Muye and the others left.
The masters of the Tailing Sword Sect attacked Xia Yi and the others!
Han Muye raised his head and looked at the men in black who were surrounding them, his eyes narrowed, and there was a cold light surging in them.
Xia Yi and the others cannot cause trouble in Western Xinjiang.
He had seen the power of the Xuanyang Guards of the Zhongzhou Dynasty from the Xuanyang Sword.
If Zhongzhou forces are attracted to enter Western Xinjiang, Western Xinjiang will be even more chaotic.
"Senior Brother Zhao, Coach Lin, fight quickly!"
"Hu Taisheng convened a gathering of rebel sects in Shenyuan Valley. You go and kill him."
Han Muye shouted in a deep voice, and then a sword energy emerged from his body.
After hearing his words, Zhao Pu and Lin Shen's bodies exploded with sword light!
Hu Taisheng!
Who among Sanshizhai’s disciples do you want to kill the most?
Hu Taisheng!
"kill!"
The two shouted in unison, shouted and drew their swords!
Zhao Pu's sword light turned into a giant tiger with hanging eyes and a white forehead, roaring up to the sky, and crashed directly into the front of the big man in front of him.
Lin Shen was even more decisive. He broke the sword in his hand and brought out ten feet of sword energy with one strike. The sword light struck down, and the thousands of sword energy caused the sky to collapse and the earth to shatter!
The two strong men in the earth realm were repelled by Lin Shen and Zhao Pu with one sword blow.
"No one left alive!"
The leader of the Tailing Sword Sect, Ji Jing, gritted his teeth, shouted low, and rushed out again with the sword in his hand filled with green light.
"boom--"
In the distance, the roar started again.
"Fellow Taoist Jiuxuan Sword Sect, please help me." Xia Yi's voice came from a distance.
A strong man from Xuanyang Guard in Zhongzhou who is in the realm of pill formation actually asked for help!
Han Muye glanced forward and jumped into the air.
"I'm going to save the people from Zhongzhou."
Lin Shen nodded, raised his hand and swept his sword across, blocking all those who wanted to pursue Han Muye.
Although he had never seen Han Muye attack with all his strength, Lin Shen knew that Han Muye must be extremely powerful.
Back in the ancient monk's cave, Han Muye even gave up the jade bones of the great monk to him.
Zhao Pu looked back and whispered: "Brother Han, can you?"
Lin Shen grinned and said: "As a man, of course you can do it."
After saying that, he looked forward, fighting spirit rising from his body.
"Senior Brother Zhao, let's see who can kill faster?"
Zhao Pu laughed and shook his hands to take out the white tiger scroll that Han Muye gave him.
"Just compare, that's what you said."
The white tiger scroll unfolded, and the endless sword energy turned into a white tiger descending from the mountain and rushed towards the men in black.
Then he made a horizontal move with the big sword in his hand, trapping the strong man in front of him.
"Quickly decide, then go to Shen Yuan Valley and kill Hu Taisheng!"
Lin Shen flew up, roared and shouted: "Kill Hu Taisheng——"
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At this time, Han Muye had already flown dozens of miles and landed on Yingchou Cliff.
Below, nearly a hundred practitioners in black surrounded Xia Yi and the eight trial disciples he led.
In the middle battle circle, Xia Yi fought one against four, blocking four strong men from the ground.
These four swords shine brightly, and their cultivation is not inferior to that of Xia Yi. They are all strong in forming pills.
If Xia Yi hadn't exchanged injuries for injuries and fought desperately, he might have been defeated long ago.
Who, if not an extremely strong person, dares to say that one person can fight four people of the same level alone?
"Little friend Han, please take them away and save them all!"
Below, Xia Yi shouted loudly.
Zhao Yijia and his eight Zhongzhou trial disciples were surrounded at this time, and several strong men around them took action.
Eight of them formed a battle formation and cooperated with each other, barely able to resist one or two.
Xia Yi shouted, and ten figures among the men in black were already flying into the sky, holding swords to kill Han Muye.
This is the world of spiritual practice.
The fight of life and death is on the front line.
The dozens or hundreds of years of practice within the sect may be ruined in this moment.
Seeing the figure rushing towards him, Han Muye slowly raised his hand.
There is purple flame in the left hand, and the dagger is filled with flames.
The right hand is Qing Ming, and the long sword has a bright edge.
He holds two swords in his hands, and his body is condensed with sword energy.
Just killing people!
Draw your sword.
The Qingming Sword swung down with three feet of sword light.
A person follows the sword, and wherever the sword's edge falls, the person has arrived.
The two figures approaching from the front did not expect Han Muye's sword light to arrive so quickly. He was about to raise his sword to block it, but it was already chopped into pieces.
The other eight people paused and saw Han Muye's sword light dissipated and they were already in the fighting circle.
"Canglang——"
The dagger purple flames cut through a strange arc, reversed and flowed lightly, spilling a piece of blood!
With one sword, eight Qi Condensers of the same level fell!
From fighting to falling, it only takes one breath.
"Master!"
Someone below exclaimed.
What kind of master can kill ten Qi Condensers with one sword?
Han Muye's figure reappeared, already on the stone platform below, in the battle circle.
"Buzz——"
The Qingming Sword shook, and the sword energy was poured into it. Han Muye used his sword to fly away the sword in the hand of the Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivator in front of Zhao Yijia.
The footsteps kept moving and the sword light kept coming.
After walking around in a circle, Han Muye knocked off all the swords in the hands of the foundation-building experts who surrounded the eight people!
For Han Muye, the Tailing Sword Sect's swordsmanship has no secret at all.
From entry-level swordsmanship to Zhenfeng swordsmanship, he has studied and deduced it and can grasp every flaw in it.
"Canglang——"
The long sword shook, and Han Muye stood in front of eight Zhongzhou elites.
Whether it was the eight Zhongzhou elites or the men in black outside the battle circle, they all looked at Han Muye with wide eyes and horror, holding swords in both hands.
Draw out twelve swords and challenge twelve foundation-building sword cultivators to fly their shurikens.
In sword cultivation, the sword is with the person, and the sword is like life.
Han Muye can challenge their swords and kill them!
"Fuck, so fierce..."
Behind Han Muye, the female cultivator in black could not help but blush as she spoke.
Several other male disciples looked at each other and nodded.
What a rush!
"Array, two, three, three, He Jin and Zhao Yijia follow my sword."
Han Muye raised his sword with both hands and drank in a low voice.
The eight Zhongzhou elites did not hesitate and quickly formed a formation. Zhao Yijia, who was holding a dagger, and He Jin, who was holding an iron fan, followed Han Muye on both sides.
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In their opinion, although Han Muye's swordsmanship just now was shocking, he faced too many enemies today.
There are still several powerful people blocking the way ahead.
It's difficult to get out.
"Haha, little friend Han is a master of swordsmanship. When he enters Zhongzhou, he will definitely become famous all over the world!"
Xia Yi, who was one to four, laughed out loud even though his body was covered in blood.
"You can feel free to take action today. As long as you take one of them away, I, the Xuanyang Guard, will repay your kindness to the Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
"It's easy to help you become the number one sect in Western Xinjiang!"
Xia Yi shouted, and the sword light in his palm became brighter.
Han Muye did not answer, but he answered with the swords in his hands.
"Buzz——"
The Qingming Sword brought out three feet of sword light and slashed horizontally. The purple dagger flew out and drew an arc-shaped crescent moon, flashing and moving.
Two swords, two sword skills.
One is grand and broad, and the other is strange and light.
The man in black who was trying to block the way was already cut away by the purple sword light before he could take action.
"Walk."
Han Muye shouted low, stretched out his hand to grab the flying Purple Flame Sword, and took a step forward.
The eight Zhongzhou elites followed closely behind, their swords bursting with aura, and they rushed forward.
"Hold them off!"
Someone among the Earth Realm Pill Formation experts who besieged Xia Yi shouted in a deep voice.
The three strong men with dignified auras drew their swords and stood in front of Han Muye in a flash.
Territory.
Han Muye pointed his swords forward, and his aura and sword energy formed a line.
If you want to fight, it’s naturally a battlefield!
The long sword stabs forward, and the person steps forward one foot and gets closer with one step.
One against three, cross the battlefield!
At this moment, scenes appeared one after another in Han Muye’s Divine Crypt.
He seemed to be a bystander, watching himself holding two swords and fighting three Earth Realm sword cultivators at close quarters.
The sword move used by the short-bearded, black-robed middle-aged man on the right is the Three Spirit Swordsmanship, Wind and Rain.
This sword technique transforms wind into water, and the sword carries light mist. When the sword comes out, there are thousands of sword energy accompanying it. When the sword energy enters the body, it will cause death or injury.
To break this swordsmanship, one sword is needed.
In the green forest of the Yunhe Sword Sect, one sword turned into a dense forest of green trees, the light of the sword disappeared, and it killed through the forest.
When the sword rises, blood surges.
The skinny old man on the right has a cultivation level at the pinnacle of the earth realm, and the sword in his hand is a semi-spiritual weapon.
This person's swordsmanship is mediocre, nothing fancy.
To kill this person, get close and lower the string.
Take a step and let go of the sword in your right hand.
The purple stream of light passed through the chest, bringing up brilliant blood flowers.
Drawing the sword, holding the sword, the two swords are intertwined, and there is only one person left in front of him.
Time, one third of the past breath.
Slowly raise your hand, pointing the sword forward.
The muscles on the face of the last Qishen first-level swordsman trembled, and his shoulders shook unconsciously.
My heart no longer has the will to fight.
This is the magic of swordsmanship!
For some reason, such a word appeared in the minds of those Zhongzhou elites.
With swordsmanship perfected to the point of enlightenment, he can kill a person with one sword move.
This is not the swordsmanship but the magic!
"I'm here to kill this man."
Someone among the four people surrounding Xia Yi made a sound, then paused, withdrew from the battle group, and took a step forward.
The sword goes with the body.
Before anyone arrived, the sword light had turned into a ten-foot-long sword and came down head-on!
Control the sword with your will!
Half a step of sword intent!
The second level of elixir formation, half-step sword intention.
Such strong men cannot fight unless they are of the same level!
Under the sword's will, Han Muye seemed to be suppressed by the pressure, unable to move at all.
The old man who drew the sword sneered and shouted: "If you have some talent, I can kill one of you and ten people from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
The sword light swept down like autumn leaves, and in a matter of seconds, it reached Han Muye's head.
The eight Zhongzhou elites were completely unable to draw their swords before this sword light, and could only watch the sword light falling.
There is no way to avoid this kind of sword light!
Han Muye didn't prepare to hide either.
A mysterious aura emanated from him.
The expression of the old man who drew the sword from the opposite side changed, his eyes widened, and the sword light was even faster.
Sword intent!
How could there be sword intent!
How can one cultivate sword intention before reaching the realm of the earth?
Whether it was the eight elites or the old man who formed the core, they all stared with wide eyes as they watched the mysterious and grand sword intent coming out of Han Muye's two-handed sword.
"when--"
The Qingming Sword was raised, and the long sword filled with sword intent was bright and dazzling, easily blocking the old man's sword light, while the Purple Flame Sword had disappeared at this time.
It appeared again, right at the neck of the old man who drew the sword.
Passing by, blood splattered!
A pair of swords!
Kill the pill with one sword!
The two swords were intertwined in his hands. Han Muye pointed his long sword forward and said calmly: "Charge."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around suddenly and flew towards the battle group of Xia Yi and the three alchemy sword cultivators.
If he dares to come to save people, he will naturally save them completely.
Killing one Jiedan is just a killing, so what's the difficulty in killing three more!