From the time when the old man Jiedan flew out of the battle circle and took action, to when Han Muye killed him with one sword, it only took three breaths in total.
The changes were so fast that the entire battle circle came to a halt.
Those who are strong in elixir formation can be called ancestors, live for thousands of years, and establish sects.
A sword!
fall from the sky!
Even the top master of the Western Border who is in the Half-Step Heaven Realm wouldn't dare to say that he can kill such a figure with one sword, right?
It wasn't until Han Muye flew towards the battle circle surrounding Xia Yi with his sword that the people around him came to their senses.
"Get out!" Among the eight elites, the female cultivator in black shouted.
Only after they broke out of the siege could the inspector and Senior Brother Han from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect take full action.
As long as they can break out of the siege, the plans of those who intercepted and killed them will be defeated.
"kill--"
Eight sword energy auras merged into one and crashed forward.
The men in black outside were at a loss for a moment.
The mission was supposed to be a sure thing, but why did a murderer suddenly appear?
This hasn't even started yet, but my family has already suffered heavy casualties, including one elder and two deacons.
Eight people charged forward, but no one dared to stop them!
The battle situation changes rapidly, and offense and defense exchange.
"This man must die!"
Two of the three alchemy masters who surrounded Xia Yi looked at each other, then pulled away and faced Han Muye.
Xia Yi flashed the sword light in his hand, and just as he was about to restrain him, the remaining pill-forming strongman in front of him felt a violent energy rising from his body.
The combination of clouds and aura soaring into the sky seems to shatter the heaven and earth!
Self-shattering golden elixir!
At the cost of not being able to make any progress in life, I broke the golden elixir in exchange for a moment of supreme combat power.
In this moment, the person in front of me must be treated with caution even if he is half a step into the heaven.
In front of a strong man of the same level who broke his own golden elixir, Xia Yi could only stop his hand and confront him with his sword.
In front of Han Muye, two golden elixir masters faced off!
He was in mid-air, with two swords in his hands pointing at the two powerful pill-forming men who were approaching.
The sword is in hand, the blood is burning!
At this moment, he felt the joy of being a sword cultivator!
Killing people with a sword, leaving life behind when the sword passes, how can you not feel happy!
Practicing and holding a sword are not just for this moment!
No matter how long you live, no matter how happy you are, they are no match for this sword of youth!
Let go, and the purple flame turns into a crescent moon.
Lifting the sword Qing Ming is like training a horse.
Most of the two sword intentions that were previously consumed turned into countless sword energies, entwined around the two long swords, intertwined and circulated.
"The swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect!"
The short-bearded old man on the left shouted lowly, holding swords in both hands. The sword light was like a water dragon, blocking the Purple Flame Sword.
When the swords touched each other, the old man's expression changed again.
The power on the Purple Flame Sword is actually not inferior to him.
Sword intent!
The sword is infused with sword intent!
"boom--"
The water dragon exploded, and the purple flame sword whirled and danced like a flying bird.
The old man on the right, with a white beard, thrust forward the thin sword in his hand. The sword turned into wind and cloud, and caught the light of Han Muye's Qingming Sword.
"Ding--"
There was a soft sound, and the two swords were separated as soon as they touched.
"The Midas Swordsmanship of Jiuxuan Sword Sect!"
The old man narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Muye warily.
The Purple Flame Sword spun around, Han Muye crossed his hands, put away the Purple Flame Dagger in his right hand, and held Qingming in his left hand, holding both swords sideways, standing in the air.
One person can block two golden elixirs.
"What a peerless swordsman..."
Among the eight people who broke out of the encirclement, the female cultivator in black looked up and whispered.
Several other people stared at Han Muye, who was fighting one against two, refusing to retreat in the air, without saying a word.
Even if you don't admit it with your mouth, this feeling of looking up is deeply rooted in your heart.
Such swordsmanship is really like that of a swordsman, you can only look up to him!
The expressions of the two golden elixir masters were solemn, one on the left and one on the right, their auras condensed into substance, their long swords brought out their sharp edges, stabbing and slashing, and landed on Han Muye.
Han Muye shouted in a low voice and swept out the Qingming Sword.
The sword turned into spiritual light, and the old man who was told that his sword skills were broken by Han Muye had a gloomy look on his face. He wanted to change his moves, but it was already too late.
"when--"
The two swords collided, and the sword energy exploded into pieces.
Sword to sword.
Han Muye smiled and waved the purple flame dagger with his right hand.
"How about watching my peak return posture?"
At this time, what he used with his right hand was clearly the Peak Return Swordsmanship of the Tailing Sword Sect!
It's just that with this sword, the light of the sword converged and turned into a solitary peak. As soon as it appeared, it felt like it was difficult to climb the mountain.
Compared with the old man Jin Dan who used the sword before, the artistic conception of this sword is much higher.
When this peak of the movement appeared, the two golden elixir masters from the Tailing Sword Sect opened their eyes wide in horror.
"Who the hell are you!"
The short-bearded old man gritted his teeth, the sword in his hand burst out with bright sword energy, and he stared at Han Muye.
It will take at least a hundred years to practice this style to such an extent.
Could this person be the reincarnation and re-cultivation of a senior from the Tailing Sword Sect?
Otherwise, how could you have such swordsmanship!
"boom--"
The lonely peak exploded, knocking back the old man holding the sword half a step.
Han Muye stretched out his figure, like a golden eagle floating in the air, shooting straight ahead.
The two swords struck just now were both intended to steal people's minds.
At this time, this sword is the one that kills people!
The two swords intertwined, and the aura suddenly turned into a fire dragon that was about ten feet long.
A prairie fire!
Five mysterious swordsmanship, starting a prairie fire!
This style of starting a prairie fire was performed by the Jiange elders and Tao Ran ancestors outside Jiuxuan Mountain together.
The sword lights intertwined and merged into a dragon of wind and fire.
This swordsmanship, in the hands of the Half-Step Heaven Realm, can compete with the Heaven Realm!
When the fire dragon appeared, the white-bearded old man had already changed color.
There is spirit in swordsmanship, and there is great power in spirit!
Although it has not yet become a sword force, it already has the prototype of a sword force.
This level of swordsmanship is unstoppable!
"Junior Brother Hao, please leave quickly!"
He shouted violently, the sword in his hand exploded, a shadow appeared outside his body, and then the sword light rushed towards the fire dragon.
Fighting force with force?
Use the golden elixir to overwhelm others?
Han Muye shook his head gently.
If he were to challenge with his own strength, and with his cultivation level not exceeding the Qi Condensation stage, he would really not be able to stop the power of the golden elixir.
But this move to start a prairie fire was performed with the remaining sword power from before.
The swords and intentions are aligned, and the wind and fire have become unstoppable!
"Roar--"
The fire dragon that was originally ten feet long turned into a hundred feet long, swallowed the white-bearded old man in one mouthful, and then raised its head to the sky and roared, and the sound of the dragon's roar shook hundreds of miles!
The fire dragon roared, whipped out its long tail, and swept the fleeing golden elixir to the ground. Then it breathed out a strong breath of fire and forced all the black-clothed practitioners back before slowly turning into nothingness.
The person in the Golden Core realm who was swallowed by the fire dragon also disappeared together.
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The power of swordsmanship passed down from the direct descendants of Jiuxuan Sword Sect’s fire veins!
Trapped in the wind and fire, even the golden elixir can only be the nourishment to fuel the flames!
The fire dragon dispersed, and Han Muye stood with a sword in his hand. A hundred feet in front of him was scorched black.
Of the two masters of the golden elixir who faced each other, one was already dead and the other fell into the dust, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
This kind of swordsmanship is so powerful!
Sword cultivation requires sword sharpness.
If the sword in your hand is not good, how can you kill people, how can you protect the way, how can you fight against the sky?
Han Muye turned his head and slowly looked at the old man who was confronting Xia Yi and breaking his golden elixir.
At this time, the old man's face was flushed and his eyes were blood red.
"die!"
"Go to hell--"
He looked up to the sky and roared, and the spiritual light on his body turned into a beam of light and blasted away in all directions.
Self-destruct!
The golden elixir self-destructs, and the instantaneous burst of power will give even a half-step to the heavenly realm a headache.
Xia Yi's expression changed and he shouted in a low voice: "Little friend, get out of here!"
A powerful golden elixir self-destructs, and everyone within a ten-mile radius and under the ground will be injured.
If Han Muye and the others were so close, even if they didn't die, their bones and muscles would be shattered, and their souls would turn into nothingness.
A solemn aura rose up from Xia Yi's body, and he raised the Xuanyang Sword in his hand.
"Hold the Xuanyang sword and uphold the righteous way of heaven and earth!"
He drank in his mouth, and the sword light on his body condensed into a light shield and pressed forward.
Han Muye shook his head.
Unstoppable.
Xia Yi wanted to suppress the power of self-destruction with his own spiritual energy and sword intent, and restrain the power of self-destruction within a certain range.
It's a pity that his cultivation is not enough.
Unless you are in the Half-Step Heaven Realm, how can you suppress the self-destruction of a golden elixir major cultivator?
"Little friend, I only have the power of ten breaths."
"Take them away."
Xia Yi's face was solemn, and his eyes revealed determination and determination.
"As the inspector of Xuanyang Guard, this is my responsibility."
"Uphold justice and you will naturally shed blood and make sacrifices."
On his body, rays of brilliance flashed.
This is burning the power of one's soul and stimulating the golden elixir.
I originally wanted to see Xuanyang Guard's methods, but unfortunately I haven't seen much yet, and I have to fight hard.
Han Muye shook his head, put away his swords, and raised his hand to point out.
"call out--"
A shrill scream cut through the void, and the light flashed away.
The three-foot handleless sword pierced through and shattered the self-destructing old man's golden elixir power.
Like fireworks rising, endless spiritual energy bursts into the sky.
But this spiritual energy is really just spiritual energy, without any lethality at all.
The soul has been broken and cannot control the power of the golden elixir, so it is natural to let the spiritual energy dissipate.
"Jianwan..."
Xia Yi murmured as he looked at the handleless sword that was taken back by Han Muye and turned into a jade white pill.
"Okay, so awesome..."
"Is this still Western Xinjiang?"
In the distance, the eight Zhongzhou elites raised their heads and whispered.
Such methods are rare even in Zhongzhou, right?
Is the Xijiang swordsmanship inheritance so strong?
Han Muye slowly landed on the bluestone and glanced around.
Those men in black clothes and holding swords were all trembling.
There are also two Earth Realm Sword Cultivators with earth-colored faces.
The golden elixir cannot withstand a sword, what can they do?
"boom--"
At this moment, there was a loud noise from Yingchou Cliff, and countless bluestones flew down.
The entire cliff began to shake.
A breath as clear as a mountain came over.
Xia Yi's expression changed and he shouted: "It's a big demon!"
Big demon.
More than just a great demon, this kind of aura has already reached the perfection of the earthly realm before reaching the heavenly realm.
It’s half a step to heaven!
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at the overturned cliff.
"Escape quickly——"
The men in black fled in panic and ran away.
"Stab-"
Not far away, a tree root appeared, wrapping a man in black and swallowing him underground.
Then countless roots flew, pulling the fleeing men in black and dragging them into the ground.
This is an extremely powerful wood demon!
The eight Zhongzhou elites turned pale and rushed to Xia Yi's side.
Xia Yi held the Xuanyang Sword in his hand, glanced at the slowly descending cliff and the endless roots, and said in a deep voice: "This great demon is at least halfway to the heavenly realm. Today, I am afraid it will be difficult to leave this place."
His words made the eight elites even more panicked.
There is great fear in life, only between life and death!
Han Muye turned his head and looked not far in front of him.
The golden elixir master of the Tailing Sword Sect, who was wounded to the ground by his one-step prairie fire style, was dragged by a tree root and swallowed into the ground.
"Little friend, I will explode the golden elixir and Xuanyang sword later to block this big monster for a moment with the strongest power."
Holding the hilt of the sword, Xia Yi looked at Han Muye.
"You leave alone."
"Maybe there is a glimmer of hope."
Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head.
He took a deep breath and slowly raised his head, his eyes falling on the cliffs pressing down on him.
He put one hand behind his back, held the sword pill in the palm of his right hand, and floated into the air.
Step into the air to wield your sword, and your sword energy will fight against the sky!
With such an appearance, he really looks like a banished immortal!
There was a divine soul sword energy condensing behind Han Muye.
"I have a style called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect."
"I wonder if this senior wood demon would be willing to teach me something?"
