188, Lu Shi falls, Zhao Youzhi breaks his arm (3/3)
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.
"Is this 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 of the demon tribesmen in the Earth Realm even though he had worked so hard and used 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."
heterogeneous?
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 can my direct grandson do it?"
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 didn't 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.
Han Muye nodded.
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.
"Mortals 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.
