186, Han Muye has one man and one sword, Huang Laoliu becomes a demon
brother.
Han Muye, who was hanging still in mid-air, had a bright light in his eyes, and his gray hair was blowing in the wind.
I stayed awake for five days and four nights, spent five swords, and traveled 180,000 miles, just to see Huang Laoliu alive today and hear him call "brother"!
At this moment, he felt that his whole body was translucent, as if the world in front of him had become colorful.
Looking towards the distant sky, Han Mu had a clear understanding of his ambition.
Only when you have something to seek in your heart can you find the great road.
Practice and practice swordsmanship just for this breath of free energy!
"boom--"
As Huang Laoliu slashed down with his sword, the fog shrouding the mountain forest slowly began to dissipate.
The formation was broken.
In the mist, the practitioners who were already in despair all ran wildly outside.
There were not as many red-armored soldiers as they imagined. Although they were powerful, they could not stop tens of thousands of practitioners.
The red-armored soldiers were scattered in the mountains and forests and prepared to form a military formation. Before they could gather together, they were knocked away and scattered in all directions.
"court death--"
The old man holding a spear and wearing black armor roared, and the shadows of demonic cows rose around him.
The spear in his hand turned into a black stream of light, repelling those fleeing enemies again.
powerful.
Extremely strong.
At least the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm or above.
But those lands didn't fight with him at all and ran away in all directions.
You can survive by escaping from the forest and joining the Southern Wilderness reinforcements.
Tang Chi stood on the top of the tree and stared at Han Muye.
He didn't expect Huang Laoliu to break the fog formation.
This formation is inherited from Zhongzhou and is used by the Red Flame Army to kill enemies. No one in the Western Border should be able to break it.
He never expected that Han Muye would arrive at this time.
In the main hall of Jiuxuan Mountain, the sect leader Jinze decided that Tang Chi would be in charge of this support force, and Han Muye should not come here.
All his calculations were perfect, all the rebels were killed, Qi and blood were sacrificed and the town was sealed at the foot of Yunchao Ridge, and the passage between heaven and earth was opened.
The rebels of the Red Flame Army left Western Xinjiang and had nothing to do with him anymore.
Before the passage between heaven and earth, the top strong men in the southern wilderness of Western Xinjiang stopped and negotiated a peace.
All the merits belong to him, Tang Chi.
But.
"boom--"
In the distance, the roar from the direction of Fengshou Mountain is getting denser and closer.
The Southern Wilderness army is coming.
Before the arrival of the Southern Wilderness army, this place was in a mess, and Tang Chi's reputation as an immortal was ruined.
Originally, everything should not be like this!
"Han Muye, it turns out that you are the one who really betrayed the Jiuxuan Sword Sect." A faint sword intent rose from Tang Chi's body.
The ground enlightens spiritual cultivation and condenses the sword's will.
In addition to being good at calculations, Tang Chi also had real combat power.
The second direct descendant of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, he relies on his strength.
The long sword was unsheathed, and the blade was cold.
"Han Muye, you want to help these traitors leave."
"You are a traitor to the Jiuxuan Sword Sect!"
Holding the long sword in hand, Tang Chi dodged and landed three feet in front of Han Muye, stabbing out with the long sword.
The sword light flashed rapidly, accompanied by a shrill scream.
The spiritual energy within a ten-foot radius was sucked away by the sword light and turned into a sword light, which pierced Han Muye's chest.
This sword has already condensed its sword intent.
Such sharpness changes the color of the world!
Looking back from a distance, Han Muye had an aura of indifference.
He turned his head and looked at Tang Chi's sharp sword.
"Mu Mai's swordsmanship?"
His expression remained unchanged, Han Muye shook his head and said calmly: "I thought you would use the sword moves of the Red Flame Army."
Red Flame Army!
Han Muye knows the Red Flame Army!
Tang Chi was shocked, and the sword light became even sharper.
Everything he hides must not be known to anyone!
The sword roared, the green light shone, and the wind turned into a line.
Tang Chi's swordsmanship has reached the point where the sword energy can be condensed into sword threads, which can flow freely from moment to moment.
What a powerful swordsman.
In the distance, the practitioners who came along breathed a long sigh of relief.
It turns out that this is the strength of the elite descendants of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
This kind of swordsmanship can be used to fight across levels!
Han Muye had an expression of indifference on his face. He looked at the murderous sword light in front of him and gently raised his hand.
On the Qing Ming Sword, the sword intent lingers.
A puff of water splashed up, bringing with it a refreshing feeling.
But this is not a real water drop. Every clear drop of water is a sword energy that can kill people.
Tang Chi's sword light hit the water splash and was wrapped in the water splash.
Steaming clouds and fog!
The clash of two sword intents caused clouds to fill the sky!
A heavy stream of water rushed up to the sky, turned into a cloud dragon through the stack of clouds, and crashed down.
The sword light pierced by Tang Chi was already difficult to support, but now it was hit by Yunlong, vibrated and rolled, and then dissipated.
The water splash rolled back, then turned into a sheet of bright stars, pressing towards Tang Chi.
"Shuiyuetian?"
Tang Chi was a little stunned.
This style of swordsmanship is the pulse-suppressing swordsmanship of Jiuxuan Sword Sect's water veins.
Isn't Han Muye the guard of Jiange?
How does he know the swordsmanship of water veins?
Could it be that Zhang Zhihe, the Supreme Elder of Water Meridians, and Han Muye have a master-disciple relationship?
No wonder Zhang Zhihe was unwilling to teach his swordsmanship back then.
Just when the water came to his head, Tang Chi was thinking very far away.
He has become accustomed to exploring the truth behind facts.
"boom--"
The water's light collided with Tang Chi's sword light that had gathered together again.
The water spray dispersed and Tang Chi was knocked out a hundred feet away.
His face looked pale and he looked steadily at Han Muye.
He is the second direct descendant and the strongest person in the world.
He was confident that among his peers in Western Xinjiang, those who could surpass him in swordsmanship were only a handful of hands away.
Even Li San, he looked down on from the bottom of his heart.
Just a sword madman.
There are very few people in Xijiang who can match his intelligence, cultivation, and swordsmanship.
Tang Chi has always had only one goal.
Be the sect leader of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect and lead the sect to its peak.
Even the sect leader Kanazawa felt that he lacked some courage.
So this time Tang Chi did not hesitate to use the power of the Red Flame Army rebels.
He wants to win a battle and let the entire Western Xinjiang know his reputation.
But now, he can't even take one of Han Muye's swords!
The sword watcher in the sword pavilion in front of him had sword intent in his hand, and he had an edge that made him dare not look directly at him.
A sword watcher is actually so strong!
Han Muye pointed the Qingming Sword in his hand and said calmly: "There is no fighting spirit in the heart, and there is no spirit in the sword. Tang Er, you are worthy of being a sword cultivator."
I originally thought that Tang Chi, who was the second direct descendant and full of scheming ideas, was what kind of person he was.
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There was a trace of disappointment in Han Mu's ambition.
No fighting spirit in the heart, no spirit in the sword?
Tang Chi's face was pale, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.
Could it be that he was so vulnerable in front of Han Muye?
Below, countless practitioners stared with wide eyes.
Just now, Tang Chi was defeated?
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect's most talented person, the one who carries the weight among the descendants, was defeated like this?
A sword!
Who is that person?
"boom--"
One after another figures ran away.
It was the Xijiang cultivators stationed at Fengshou Mountain who were defeated and fled.
The front line of Fengshou Mountain was defeated.
Further away, rolling demonic clouds swept across, filling the entire sky.
The violent aura that seems to have come from ancient times spans the world!
The Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness!
Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and the sword light flew into the void instantly with a thousand-foot stream of light.
With the sword in hand, the blood boils!
What does it mean to be a loser like Tang Chi?
If you want to fight, fight the strong men of the Southern Wilderness and protect the peace of Western Frontier!
This is the sword cultivator!
Above Han Muye's head, the sword light soaring into the sky turned into dazzling stars.
At this moment, between heaven and earth, within a hundred miles, there is no force that can compete with the glory of this sword!
"Buzz——"
The thousand-foot-long sword light drew a sword mark three feet deep on the mountain ridge!
"Reorganize the front."
"Anyone from the Southern Wilderness monster clan who crosses this line will be killed."
"Practitioners in Western Xinjiang who dare to cross the line and defect will be killed."
The voice was cold, as cold as the edge of a sword.
Han Muye's sword has a shining edge.
The Xijiang cultivator who had already fled behind the sword mark turned around and looked at Han Muye, who was standing in the sky.
No one spoke.
They walked to the sword mark on their own and formed a battle formation.
escape?
Where can I escape?
Thousands of feet away, those great monsters of the Southern Wilderness stopped in their demonic clouds.
The sword light just now was so powerful that they had to deal with it carefully.
At the edge of the mountain forest, when they saw the monster army swarming towards them, the rebellious people with joyful expressions stopped in their tracks at this time.
The sword light was in front of them, preventing them from taking even half a step forward.
Han Muye stood in the air with one man and one sword.
In front of him is the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness.
Beneath him, the defeated troops in Western Xinjiang began to gather.
Behind him, those rebels slowly gathered, but they did not dare to move forward.
At the edge of the forest, Huang Laoliu raised his long sword, turned around, and looked at Taoist Fengxu.
His sword gave off a strange halo.
"Give you the last chance to let Ping Mei go."
Taoist Fengxu looked at the Southern Wilderness monster clan in the distance, and then at the more and more rebellious practitioners gathering around.
He hesitated.
At this moment, Huang Laoliu gave him the feeling that a volcano was about to erupt.
"Release?" An old man in black robe laughed, raised his hand and patted Lu Qingping on the top of her head.
Lu Qingping stared at Huang Laoliu, with a smile on her face, and gently closed her eyes.
The moment she closed her eyes, the suppressed power in Huang Laoliu's eyes exploded!
The demonic energy soaring into the sky turned into a black dragon, roaring towards the sky and shaking the sky with its long chant!
The golden aura on Huang Laoliu's body intertwined with the black demonic flames, turning into a strange brilliance.
"You want to kill her?"
Huang Laoliu's voice seemed to come from the ground, with a chill to the bone.
The long sword in his hand revealed an indescribable gray-black brilliance.
"Stab-"
The long sword was countless times faster than the black-robed old man's hand, and he slashed down with one strike.
The figure of the old man in black robe paused for a moment, then shattered into pieces and turned into powder.
"Enchanted!"
In the distance, the old man in black armor holding a spear widened his eyes and trembled all over.
"How is it possible, the inheritance of Tianxuan Demonic Way has never been able to become a demon..."
He wanted to step forward, but hesitated. Finally, he quietly retreated to the edge of the forest and hid his figure.
Taoist Fengxu was stared at by Huang Laoliu, and he felt like every inch of his body was being crushed.
His face turned pale and he backed away slowly.
Huang Laoliu dragged the sword in his hand and walked forward step by step.
When Lu Qingping opened her eyes, there was only Huang Laoliu in front of her, who looked slightly pale and grinned with missing teeth.
Lu Qingping raised her hands locked by runes and wanted to touch Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu laughed and took a step back.
The demonic flames that he had tried so hard to suppress rose up again on his body.
"Buzz——"
There was a hint of blood in Huang Laoliu's eyes.
"Brother Zong Xiong."
Lu Qingping called out, and Huang Laoliu's eyes instantly turned clear.
"Haha, Sister Ping, I'm here."
Huang Laoliu stretched out his hand, his palms trembling, and finally grasped Lu Qingping's palm.
He let go of his sword.
The long sword fell to the ground and transformed into Gao Xiaoxuan wearing a white robe and holding a little white fox.
"Are you the sixth sister-in-law?"
Gao Xiaoxuan stepped forward, circled Lu Qingping a few times, and underestimated: "What's so good about me being the sixth sister-in-law? I can let the sixth brother chase her so hard."
