Huang Laoliu glared at Gao Xiaoxuan, but before he could speak, a landslide and tsunami-like roar came from the distance.
The entire Fengshou Mountain line was covered with endless demonic light.
The vast and solemn blood-colored halo made people tremble in their hearts.
The aura and sword light belonging to the human cultivators slowly disappeared.
Lost.
The Fengshou Mountain position was completely lost.
"Every sect in Western Xinjiang retreated to Yunchaoling."
In the void, there were sounds rolling in.
Lines of spiritual light converged in the direction of Yunchaoling.
The surging demonic energy followed closely behind, chasing after him.
This was a near-massacre pursuit.
Han Muye moved and rushed forward a thousand feet.
On the ground below, the marks of his sword are especially visible.
The retreating cultivators passed by Han Muye with frightened expressions on their faces.
After running to the rear, they slowly stopped, turned around, gathered behind the sword marks, and reorganized a new position.
Dozens of monster figures appeared and rushed towards Han Muye.
They had all seen Han Muye's sword strike just now.
Very strong.
so what?
Can the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan really be blocked by a sword?
He is just a small swordsman, not Master Tu Sun, the number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang.
Wolf clan.
Tiger clan.
Black Panther Clan.
The big monsters that rushed towards Han Muye were extremely powerful and extremely fast.
"Nineteen, be careful!"
Below, someone shouted.
Several more figures rushed towards the big demon on the opposite side.
Each of these people is an elite on the front lines of Fengshou Mountain.
Han Muye saw the figures of these people more than once in the swords that were returned to the sword pavilion.
Many of these people have their own names.
For example, Li San's sword floated away.
The one radiating the icy aura should be Luo Xiaoyu in the Frozen World.
Even Lu Shi has the reputation of being a tiger-fighting general.
Han Muye looked forward and raised the Qingming Sword in his hand.
Do you need a name for yourself?
"Buzz——"
Within ten feet, the sword light condensed into thousands of meteors, which exploded and scattered in all directions.
Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, Golden Vein, Three Xuan Sword Techniques, Xing Yu.
The power of thousands of gold elements is transformed into stars, and the sharp power of the gold element can be used to cut through the meridians.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Below, there was a clear and exciting sound of praise.
Some of the big demons who rushed towards Han Muye raised their demon lights, some waved their swords and weapons, and some pumped up their energy and blood in an attempt to block the sword light.
It's just that I can't stop it.
"Stab-"
The sword light swept across, bringing up a shower of blood.
The sword marks leave a shadow, and the sword light penetrates the sky.
The bodies of at least ten earthly demons were torn apart by the sword light like meteors.
"Buzz——"
Between heaven and earth, the sound of sword chants resounded.
This is the sword cultivator!
Han Muye lowered his head and looked at the Qingming Sword in his palm.
The ordinary Qingming Sword seemed to have a thought of its own at this moment.
This sword seems to be calling.
eager.
Desire to kill.
Swords, aren’t they made just for killing?
The sword light rose from Han Muye's body.
The Qingming Sword was also trembling slightly, as if in response.
Within ten thousand feet, no one was not shocked by this sword.
Such a sharp sword light may not be able to be used even if the sword is floating on Fengshou Mountain.
"Who is this person?"
Someone shouted softly.
"It seems that he is from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
"Jiu Xuan Sword Sect? Is he that Tang Er? His character and strategy are poor, but his swordsmanship is truly extraordinary."
Han Muye was being talked about everywhere but didn't take it to heart.
He stood there, savoring the previous sword.
His swordsmanship has been perfected to the point where he can send and receive swords at will.
Not many people could see through the sword move just now.
In the distance, Tang Chi stood on the cliff with a sword, with an expression on his face that was hard to see.
If Han Muye had used this kind of swordsmanship to fight him before, he would have lost his life with just one sword blow, let alone defeat.
Could it be that I am so far behind Han Muye?
Han Muye killed several big demons that rushed forward with one sword, but he still felt unsatisfied.
He could feel the sword intent in his body boiling.
Sword intent is the condensed intention to kill. If you can't kill, what's the use of sword intent?
He knew that his mind was affected by the sword intent in the sea of qi.
After all, the sword intent condensed in his Qi sea far exceeded the limit that his body could bear, and his life span was being depleted all the time.
But, so what?
Narrowing his eyes, his mind seemed to leave his body, looking down at his body slowly moving forward in the void.
Under his feet, there are blue lotuses transformed by sword energy.
Sword lotus is born every step of the way, and one person is killed in one step!
Every sword energy lotus he stepped on scattered into sword light and shot away in front of him.
Step by step, the sword light is like a shadow.
"This is really the swordsmanship that banishes immortals..."
Below, someone looked at the figure surrounded by sword light and spoke in a low voice.
"Swordsman banished immortals?"
"This name is okay."
Someone called out softly.
"Canglang——"
Han Muye raised the Qingming long sword in his left hand and pulled out the purple dagger in the sword case behind his back with his right hand.
Purple flame.
One is green, one is purple, one is long and one is short.
There are not many swordsmen in the world who practice double swords.
It's rare to have two swords in hand like Han Muye's, with sword lights intertwined.
No one knows whether he has actually practiced the swordsmanship with the two swords now, or whether he is just preparing for it.
Ahead, among the monster army, several dignified figures rushed out.
Just now, those masters of earth realm channeling were killed by Han Muye with one sword, which greatly affected the morale of the demon army.
At this time, seven great monsters with different body shapes but the same aura that could subdue mountains and rivers rushed out.
Enlighten God.
In the practice method of the demon clan, the enlightenment period is an important stage.
Because once the demon clan reaches enlightenment and opens its own divine treasure, it can inherit the power of bloodline inheritance.
The power of the mysterious bloodline from the wilderness will more or less increase the combat power of these powerful monsters.
There are still some lucky ones who can soar into the sky with the help of Qishen.
"Roar--"
The first person to rush towards Han Muye was a middle-aged man whose figure transformed into a black tiger in mid-air.
Transformed into a three-foot-long tiger, with its blood condensed into two wings, this black tiger's speed was extremely fast, and its claws directly grabbed Han Muye's head.
The one who is as fast as Black Tiger, or even faster, is a thin young man with illusory wings behind his back.
This young man just flashed and appeared behind Han Muye.
"Black Tiger Evil and Qingfeng Black Bat!"
An exclamation came from behind Han Muye.
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It seems that he is also a master among the demon clan.
Han Muye looked forward, and the black tiger's claws had already reached in front of him.
There was no sound behind him, and a blue dagger stabbed at his neck.
quick.
The black tiger is faster, the thin young man's dagger is faster.
The two great demons seemed to be competing to see who could succeed first.
All around, the sighs, shouts, exclamations, and sword chants of the human cultivators were heard.
Han Muye, whose mind was hanging high from his body, released the Qingming Sword in his palm.
It seemed that he was shocked by the horror between life and death.
His right hand holding the dagger also lowered slightly.
No more resistance.
Right.
In front of two extremely powerful monster masters, what's the difference between resisting and not resisting?
The seven great demons took action at the same time, and in the end the first ones to succeed were Black Tiger Evil and Qingfeng Black Bat.
The remaining five great demons paused slightly.
No need to flush.
"Stab-buzz-"
A sword chant interrupted everyone's thoughts.
It was a cyan sword light.
The sword light drew an arc, with a graceful stream of light, like a crescent moon, passing in front of Hei Husha's neck.
The bloody crescent moon flies.
fly freely.
What he brought up was a shower of scattered blood.
Before anyone could understand where the bloody light came from, another soft sound came from beside Han Muye.
"Stab-la."
It was the rapid thrust of a dagger.
At some point, the dagger in Han Muye's right hand fell on his left hand, and then penetrated Qingfeng Black Bat's ribs and penetrated straight to the heart.
Han Muye slowly withdrew his dagger, and the Qingfeng Black Bat behind him raised his sword.
Unfortunately, all his strength was also withdrawn from Han Muye's body the moment the dagger was withdrawn.
When his body fell into the dust, his eyes fell on the black tiger who had fallen earlier.
Didn't the ancient power of the demon clan say that when falling from the same height, the speed will be the same regardless of the severity?
Could it be that the black tiger fell first?
In other words, can I last longer than that guy?
This was Qingfeng Heifu's last mood.
"Buzz——"
When the Qingming Sword returned to Han Muye's hand, the sword vibrated and he cheered.
Spiritual weapon.
A real spiritual weapon, there is spirit in the sword.
After being refined with the power of the bloodline of the great demon soul, the long sword given to him by Mo Yuan finally turned into a real spiritual weapon and had a sword spirit of his own.
"That's Crescent Moon Swordsmanship, right?"
"It's the swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect, why is it so powerful?"
Many swordsmanship masters know the arc created by Han Qingming's sword when it flies out.
But no one knows what kind of swordsmanship Ziyan uses in his hand.
A sword strike at close range makes him invincible.
Reverse, left hand, lower string.
The two swords are back in the hands, Qing Ming is on the right and Zi Yan is on the left.
Holding two swords together, Han Muye stood in front of countless monsters alone.
The five big demons who paused and did not rush in front of Han Muye had fear in their eyes and did not dare to move forward.
If it was them who rushed over just now, I'm afraid they would have fallen into the dust by now.
This swordsmanship is so amazing!
Although the demon clan acts a little violently, they are not life-threatening fools.
This is sword cultivation.
The two swords flew in the air, and no one dared to cross the thunder pool even half a step.
When practicing swordsmanship, shouldn’t we be so happy with grudges?
There was silence for ten miles around.
Only the gentle breeze blew past the edge of the long sword in Han Muye's hand, causing a faint shudder.
"boom--"
In the distant sky, a black demonic cloud turned into a hundred-foot tiger claw and fell down instantly.
Standing quietly in mid-air, Han Muye's figure was locked by a huge invisible force, unable to escape at all.
The top powerhouse of the demon clan takes action!
With this pressure, it is at least the eighth level of pill formation!
Such a strong man actually took action against a low-ranking junior regardless of his face.
In front of the forest, Huang Laoliu took a deep breath and looked at the giant claw pressing against Han Muye, with blood surging in his eyes.
In front of a large blue stone, Li San brought the green gourd to his mouth, took a sip, and then drew his sword.
What she drew was the iron sword that Deng Chungang gave her back then.
In a real life and death fight, she still feels that this sword is easier than the Xuanyang sword.
The demonic energy slowly pressed down, and ninety sword intentions began to churn in Han Muye's sea of energy.
In his Dantian, two sword pills were spinning rapidly, waiting for his call.
In the divine treasure, the sword of divine soul has solidified.
At this moment, there was a flash of sword light in the sky.
"Stab-"
A piercing scream came from the sky.
Then, a roar like thunder spread.
"Damn it, if you dare to stretch out your cat's claws in front of me, next time you come again, I will cut off more than one claw."
Han Muye raised his head and saw a sword light crossing the sky across the north and south, smashing all the demonic lights into pieces.
At this moment, swords resounded within a thousand miles.
This is the true master of swordsmanship!
When one sword rises, thousands of swords roar.
"This is the number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang, Master Tu Sun?"
Within a thousand miles, sword sensing, with such a kendo cultivation level, who could it be if he wasn't the top kendo master in Western Xinjiang?
Han Muye turned his head and saw an old man wearing a gray robe and disheveled hair walking in the air, taking a thousand steps at a time.
Han Muye had seen this old man before.
"Master Sun Tu?"
Han Muye had a strange color on his face.
Isn't the person in front of me the same master Sun Tu who was a solicitor at the auction and was rewarded with two hundred spirit stones by Han Muye?
Seeing Han Muye's expression, Master Tu Sun grinned with satisfaction.
"Two hundred spirit stones, it's not a loss for me to save you once, right?" Master Tu Sun said as he waved his hand and turned to look at the endless demonic clouds in front of him.
"I have a sword that imitates the Soul Sword Technique inherited from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect and Sword Pavilion. I wonder which Daoist fellow from Southern Wilderness is willing to give me his head?"
Give me a head.
The calm old man stood beside Han Muye, with no trace of the strong demeanor on his body.
He is still the same person he used to be when he was soliciting customers at the auction house.
But it was such a bad old man who stood there and made the demonic clouds rolling in the sky slowly sink.
Return.
Han Muye felt that he had only managed to kill a few demon clansmen in the Earth Realm by working hard and using both swords at the same time.
But the old man in front of him, with his hands behind his back and without even pulling out his sword, made countless monsters retreat in front of him.
This isn't fair.
Master Tu Sun shook his head with some disappointment, glanced at Han Muye beside him, and glanced at his swords: "You have a lot of skills, but swordsmanship requires specialization. It's not a good thing to be mixed up."
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Han Muye nodded.
You are the number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, so whatever you say will be yours.
Han Muye believed that he could master every set of swordsmanship to perfection.
But there is no need to argue with Master Tu Sun at this time.
The demon clan retreated temporarily, the demon clouds dispersed, and slowly gathered into a battle line.
Fengshou Mountain fell, and a large amount of supplies were seized by the demon clan, which they also had to digest.
The next big battle will be at Yunchao Ridge.
Han Muye and Master Tu Sun flew down, exchanged a few words, and Master Tu Sun left directly.
He, a top sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, naturally has something to be busy with.
Being able to use the sword to save Han Muye was really the result of the friendship that was exchanged for two hundred spirit stones.
"nineteen."
"Senior Brother Han."
"brother."
Figures gathered around Han Muye.
Li San is dressed in green clothes and carrying a green wine gourd.
Song Jiu, fluttering in white clothes and stained with blood.
Huang Laoliu held Lu Qingping tightly with one hand and had a smile on his face.
Han Muye glanced at everyone with a smile on his face.
Isn’t the purpose of practicing my sword so that I can fight alongside these people?
Turning his head to look at the surging demonic energy in the distance, Han Muye felt fighting spirit rising in his body.
In the distance, Lu Hao, the Supreme Elder of Jianmen, nodded to Han Muye.
Han Muye strode over.
"Why are you here?" Lu Hao asked in a low voice with his hands behind his back, looking at the sword mark made by Han Muye in front of him.
"This place is so exciting, of course I want to come." Han Muye stared at the distant clouds and spoke calmly.
Lu Hao nodded and shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of crying not far away.
Lu Hao sighed and said no more.
The defeat of Fengshou Mountain caused extremely heavy losses in Western Xinjiang.
Suddenly, Lu Hao's expression changed, his body turned into nothingness, and he reappeared hundreds of feet away.
"boom--"
A whistling sword light struck down, Lu Hao raised his hand to block it, and eliminated the sword light.
"Lu Changze, what do you mean?"
Lu Hao stood there, sword intent surging in his body.
In mid-air, a long-bearded old man wearing a green robe was holding a long sword and glaring angrily.
"What do I mean?"
The old man stared at Lu Hao and moved his eyes behind him, his eyes shining with endless anger.
"If it weren't for your Jiuxuan Sword Sect guy's delay, how could Fengshou Mountain be lost?"
"If Fengshou Mountain is not lost, how could my direct grandson--"
The old man's face showed endless unbearable sadness.
Lu Hao's face froze and he whispered: "Friend Lu, my condolences."
Tang Chi, who was standing not far behind Lu Hao, looked pale, lowered his head and said nothing.
Li San, Song Jiu and others walked over slowly and stood behind Lu Hao.
"Okay, okay, you Jiuxuan Sword Sect are united and you know how to plot." The white-bearded old man gritted his teeth and stared at Lu Hao: "In this case, our Spiritual Sword Control Sect will withdraw."
"Guard yourselves here!"
After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and ran away.
Lu Hao stood where he was, the expression on his face changed, but he couldn't speak.
"Lu Changze, are you planning to escape from the battlefield?"
Just as the white-bearded old man flew thousands of feet away, a voice sounded, and then, a green mountain appeared in front of the old man.
"Yang Dingshan!"
The old man's expression changed, his figure paused, and he watched the mountains transform into a white-haired old man wearing a black robe and carrying a big sword.
The leader of Mingshan Sword Sect, Yang Dingshan.
Yang Mingxuan's grandfather.
Yang Dingshan's cold eyes fell on Lu Changze: "Are you leaving?"
Following his words, an unspeakable pressure gathered.
It seems that there is a huge mountain hanging from the sky, and it will crash down at any time.
Lu Changze gritted his teeth and stared at Yang Dingshan.
Yang Dingshan's expression did not change.
After a moment, Lu Changze snorted coldly, turned around and retreated.
Seeing that Lu Changze did not leave anymore, Lu Hao looked at Yang Dingshan and whispered: "Thank you very much, Sect Leader Yang."
Yang Dingshan nodded, glanced at Han Muye, then moved and disappeared.
It wasn't until Yang Dingshan left that Tang Chi, who was standing behind Lu Hao, bowed to Lu Hao: "Thank you, elder..."
Lu Hao did not answer, and left in a flash.
Tang Chi's expression froze and he turned to look at the other people around him.
Li San glanced at him and said coldly: "You are not worthy of being a swordsman."
After saying that, Li San turned around and strode away.
Several other people also stopped looking at Tang Chi and turned around to leave.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the young man in white who walked by him, and he whispered: "Brother Jiu, this time at Jiuxuan Mountain..."
The young man in white froze, without looking back, and said calmly: "I am Song Qi."
"Lao Jiu and Lao Ten are gone."
After saying that, he walked step by step to the edge of the mountain forest, leaned against a big tree, sat cross-legged and meditated, adjusting his breath and doing his exercises.
Song Jiu and Lu Shi fell.
Han Muye felt his whole body tremble, and a sense of sadness filled his heart.
Lu Shi.
That Lu Shi who only hunted wild animals and never killed anyone before coming to Fengshou Mountain.
In the spiritual land, Lu Shi likes to cook and treat everyone to dinner.
Lu Shi who secretly gave Han Mu a wild tiger whip so that the tiger skin could be made into robes.
Fallen.
Han Muye turned his head, clenched his fists tightly, and looked at Song Qi sitting under the tree.
No, he is Song Jiu.
Han Muye confirmed that he was Song Jiu.
It's just that now, he wants to be Song Qi.
The one who died was Song Jiu, and the one who lived was Song Qi.
"Han Muye, is this what you want?" Tang Chi's voice sounded from behind.
There was resentment in his voice.
"Originally, all this was within my calculations."
"I can end this battle here in Yunchao Ridge."
"Now, haha, maybe everyone will die here."
Tang Chi gritted his teeth and stared at Han Muye: "Do you think being good at swordsmanship will be useful?"
"Master Tu Sun's swordsmanship is good enough, doesn't he have no choice but to retreat to Yunchaoling?"
"He has great swordsmanship. How many people have he saved?"
Han Muye's eyes fell on Tang Chi's neck, which made Tang Chi feel cold.
Han Muye shook his head, turned and walked away.
The sword in his hand is not good, but he still wants to plot against others.
ridiculous.
Han Muye's ignorance made Tang Chi's veins jump in his forehead.
He gritted his teeth and turned to look at the edge of the forest.
There, an old man in black armor nodded to him.
He didn't hesitate and strode over.
"Senior Brother Han."
"Senior Brother Han."
Han Muye walked to where the disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect were gathered, and a series of calls rang out.
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Most of these people had received swords in the sword pavilion.
There are many others who have received his guidance.
"Han, Senior Brother Han." Sun Dayong, who looked pale, struggled to get up.
There was blood on his chest.
Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold Sun Dayong's shoulder, and then a pill appeared in his palm.
"I have a medicine for your wounds. You should take it first to heal your wounds."
This is an eighth-grade elixir, and its quality has reached the highest level.
Sun Dayong took the elixir, hesitated, and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Han, please give this elixir to Senior Brother Zhao Youzhi."
He lowered his voice and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, his arm is broken."
"Right hand."
Zhao Youzhi.
The inner disciple of the Sword Sect who is dedicated to upholding righteousness.
His sword is stable and heavy in the middle, and there is a strong air when it is opened and closed.
Although Han Muye had suggested to him that he should practice his left-hand sword.
Han Muye patted Sun Dayong on the shoulder and said, "I still have the medicine for the wound. You need to heal it first."
After saying that, he looked forward.
When they arrived at a tent, Jiang Han and others came to greet them.
"How is Zhao Youzhi?"
Han Muye asked in a low voice.
"Senior Brother Zhao is still sleeping. His internal injuries are not serious, but..." Jiang Han shook his head and did not continue.
Han Muye walked into the tent and saw Zhao Youzhi lying on a simple wooden couch with his eyes closed and sleeping.
His right hand is empty.
Stepping forward, Han Muye used spiritual energy to activate a top-quality pill and melt it into Zhao Youzhi's body.
"When he wakes up, you can send him back to Jiuxuan Mountain first."
Han Muye glanced at Jiang Han and others and said.
"Senior Brother Han, we stay here." Jiang Han lowered his voice and clenched his fists.
"More than thirty of our brothers and sisters came together, and now, there are only twelve left."
His words made others around him blush.
Han Muye reached out and took out a handful of pills, placed them in Jiang Han's palm, nodded and said, "Live well."
After saying that, he strode out of the tent.
In the distance, there is a bonfire, the flames swaying.
Walking over, Han Muye sat in front of Huang Laoliu.
On one side of Huang Laoliu was Lu Qingping, who was curled up and sleeping, and on the other side was Gao Xiaoxuan, who was holding the little white fox in a daze.
"Why else would I just want to be a mortal?" Huang Laoliu pulled the fire and picked out a few sweet potato-like things that were about to burn.
"Mortal people just need to eat and drink enough. They don't need to practice, so they don't need to worry about these messy things."
"This life and death situation only makes people feel unhappy."
Peeling off the skin of the sweet potatoes on your hands, you can smell the faint aroma.
Huang Laoliu handed it to Gao Xiaoxuan.
"Brother Six, have you practiced magic skills?"
When he raised his head, Han Muye looked at him and spoke in a low voice.
Lu Qingping's shoulders trembled slightly as she lay crouched on the ground.