"Master Tu Sun, do you look down on me? Do you want this kid to tickle me?"
The big man in black armor said this while his eyes were fixed on the long sword above Han Muye's head.
This sword was so sharp that it chilled his heart.
Even great monsters in the heavenly realm sometimes feel fear in their hearts!
At the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain, Han Muye controlled the Soul Sword and killed the Wind Spirit Sword Zongzong with one sword.
At that time, Zhang Cheng was in the realm of heaven.
But compared to the long sword above his head at this moment, that sword was like a firefly to a bright moon.
The sword condensed by Master Tu Sun's soul, the sword intention condensed into substance.
In the sword light, there was dense sword energy like a swimming dragon.
Rather than saying that this is the sword of the soul, it is better to say that it is the culmination of Master Tu Sun’s lifelong sword practice.
Han Muye's soul blended with this sword, and he felt as if he was in control of the general trend of the world.
Sword power!
With a sword in my hand, I have the world.
This is the general trend of swordsmanship, the sword power that can only be condensed by three thousand sword intentions.
Throughout Western Xinjiang, there are countless sword cultivators.
There is not one person among millions of people who can condense the power of a sword.
The Jiu Xuan Sword Sect is known as the second largest sword sect in Western Xinjiang, and only one Tuoba Cheng forcibly condensed the power of the White Tiger Sword.
Tuoba Cheng relied on his sword power and enlightenment cultivation to fight back half a step to the heavenly realm.
Feeling the awe-inspiring power in the long sword, Han Muye's face showed a fighting spirit that was fearless.
It turns out that condensing the soul sword into sword intent is far from the end.
The sword of the divine soul can also achieve great trends in the world!
Han Muye's eyes burst out with bright light, and the long sword above his head turned into a simple gray sword.
As soon as the sword appeared, the expression on Master Tu Sun's face changed instantly.
"Fire flames..."
"The sword of Sect Master Hong Chaoyang back then!"
There was a strange look in his eyes, fixed on the sword.
"Senior, this junior is proficient in swordsmanship a lot." Han Muye looked at the black-armored demon from the demon clan, but said calmly to Master Tu Sun.
"Senior, you said that being general is worse than being specialized."
"Junior has a sword, senior please wait and see-"
After the words fell, all the aura on Han Muye's body converged, and he was in mid-air, as if he were a mortal.
How can a person who can control a sword of monstrous power be a mortal?
He put one hand behind his back, put the other hand into a sword finger, and slowly stretched it forward.
"This swordsmanship is not limited to practice, qualifications, or talent."
"Any sword cultivator in the world can practice this swordsmanship as long as he has a sword in his heart."
The brilliance in Han Muye's eyes almost matched the sword light in the sky.
The sword above his head vibrated slightly.
At this moment, all the swords within a thousand miles radius began to vibrate.
"The sword's heart is clear!"
Master Tu Sun widened his eyes and whispered: "This is the kendo seed..."
The sword light is magnificent and the endless sword energy fills the air.
Between heaven and earth, there is only one sword!
The eyes of the demon clan's heavenly cultivator opposite showed murderous intent, and his body was filled with blood.
He didn't dare to wait, so he shouted loudly and transformed into a strange monster with horns and a half-dragon body.
Staring at Han Muye, the monster roared like thunder from its mouth: "I can't keep you with such talent in swordsmanship!"
The monster roared, raised its claws, rushed towards Han Muye, and slapped him hard on the head.
The wind and clouds follow each other, and the color of heaven and earth changes.
The great demon of the heavenly realm that the dragon belongs to can smash thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with one full blow!
Who can be unafraid before such a blow?
Before the dragon arrived, the pressure of evil energy had already frozen all the clouds around Han Muye, and then smashed them into pieces.
In the heavenly realm, the great demon in the Nascent Soul stage already has the power to influence the secrets of heaven!
On Yunchao Ridge in the distance, all the practitioners below the ground had weak legs and feet.
This is the power of heaven!
Li Xixi in the distance gritted her teeth and held the sword tightly, trying hard not to lose her head.
Before the pressure of the great demon in the heaven realm, she could not even keep her body in the air.
She stared closely at Han Muye, who was locked by the big demon and photographed with one claw.
She didn't know if Han Muye could stop the great demon in the heavenly realm.
Heavenly realm...
In front of the sky-turning dragon, Han Muye's expression remained unchanged.
His eyes were gentle, as if the dragon was not charging towards him.
He stretched his fingers forward and whispered softly.
Look ahead and point to the sword in front of you, nothing can stop you!
At this moment, Han Muye erupted with a tyrannical sword intent that made Master Tu Sun, the best swordsman in Western Xinjiang, look down upon him!
"Wan-Jian-Gui-Zong."
"boom--"
As Han Muye's voice fell, the big sword above his head exploded into nothingness.
At the moment when the long sword dissipated, the whole world was filled with sword light.
Where did the sword come from?
The hands of an ordinary swordsman in this world.
A sword.
Ten swords.
Hundred handles.
Thousand handles.
Tens of thousands of long swords flew out from Yunchao Ridge and formed into a long sword dragon.
The dragon body has ten thousand swords as its bones, ten thousand swords as its scales, and ten thousand swords as its soul!
The Dragon of Ten Thousand Swords roared and swallowed up the dragon and beast in front of Han Muye.
The dragon that changed the color of the world didn't even have a chance to resist in front of the dragon with the long sword.
Ten thousand swords turn into rainbows! Use swords as dragons!
Thousands of swords intertwined and flowed, and the long dragon turned into blood.
This is the inexhaustible energy and blood of the great demon in the heavenly realm and the demonic aura of the demon bone.
A great demon in the heavenly realm was strangled to death and the sky was filled with blood.
"Roar--"
Among the thousands of swords, there was a faint shadow of a dragon that screamed sadly, trying to break away from the sword's strangulation.
Yuanying, the demon clan calls it the demon infant.
The great demon in that realm has practiced hard for countless years, condensing the power of cultivation.
Overhauling the heavenly realm, relying on the power of this Nascent Soul and immortality, you can take over your body and be reborn.
This is a power that completely transcends the ordinary world. The illusory dragon rushes out of the sword dragon and roars in anger.
But before the dragon roar could be heard, the giant dragon transformed by the long sword opened its mouth again.
The Dragon Nascent Soul died.
Ten thousand swords return to the sect, and one sword kills the Heavenly Realm Daxiu!
Even the demon infant was strangled directly.
When the body dies and the Tao disappears, it is nothing more than this.
This sword borrowed the power of tens of thousands of sword cultivators on Yunchao Ridge in Western Border.
This sword was struck by Han Muye, not by him.
"Sword cultivators in the world are of the same mind, and even a great demon in the heavenly realm can only use one sword."
Han Muye slowly retracted his hand, put his hands behind his back, looked at the void thousands of miles ahead, and spoke lightly.
At this moment, he was like a sword immortal descending, overwhelming thousands of sword cultivators in the world with every move he made.
The giant dragon transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long sword hung at his feet, and then his eyes were fixed not far away on the last of the three heaven-level cultivators in the Southern Wasteland.
The great demon in the Heaven Realm was shaken all over, and he felt coldness coming from the soles of his feet and going straight to the top of his head.
He shouted loudly, knocked away Master Tu Sun's swordsman Tianlong in front of him, and turned around to leave.
If you don't leave now, will you wait for the dragon to roar and swallow you?
This long sword dragon can kill one heavenly realm, and it can kill the second heavenly realm!
The big demon ran away, filling the sky with demonic aura and disappearing into smoke.
Of the three Southern Wilderness Heavenly Realm cultivators, one died, one was injured, and one escaped.
The battle situation changes only in an instant.
Han Muye raised his hand a little, and the ten-thousand-hand long sword that had been refined with the energy, blood and soul of the great demon in the heavenly realm slowly spun around.
After being condensed in this way, these swords are like reincarnations, transforming the mortal into spirits.
As long as they are well maintained, these swords can have broad room for growth.
This is opportunity.
Turning his head, Han Muye looked at Master Tu Sun, smiled and said: "Senior, you have fulfilled your mission."
Master Tu Sun nodded and looked at Han Muye who was about to answer when Han Muye said again: "I still have sixty-two breaths left with this sword."
The soul of the sword pavilion condenses into one sword, and within a hundred breaths of one sword, one can fight in the heavenly realm.
Just now, Han Muye used this sword to kill a heavenly cultivator. From beginning to end, it didn't take even forty breaths!
Is this kind of swordsmanship possible in the mortal world?
Master Tu Sun looked up to the sky and smiled, looking at the long sword that once again formed above Han Muye's head: "What a great way to return to the sect with ten thousand swords!"
There was a fierce fighting spirit rising from his body, and his eyes were as sharp as swords shining brightly.
This is the fighting spirit of a swordsman.
Across the western frontier, invincible with a single sword, Master Tu Sun has never had such a burning fighting spirit for countless years!
If you are a swordsman, you should compete with your sword!
Han Muye's Ten Thousand Swords in front of him made Tu Sunshi's battle exciting.
"Boy, there are still sixty breaths left. I will show you what is the peak of Xijiang Kendo!"
As soon as the words fell, the strong wind rose!
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, flying over in one breath!
The figures of Master Tu Sun and Han Muye simultaneously turned into a stream of light that traveled thousands of miles across thousands of mountains and appeared above the headquarters of the Yuntai Dao Sect.
In the sky above Yuntai Daozong, the broken mountain guard formation was filled with sadness and despair.
Countless Yuntai Dao Sect disciples tried their best to fill up the cracks in the large array of light curtains with their last bit of spiritual energy.
It's a pity that the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan is too strong.
The Yuntai Taoist Sect will be destroyed in a matter of days!
The sword light spread across the sky and the earth, arriving in one breath.
All the desperate Yuntai Dao Sect disciples raised their heads and widened their eyes.
Above their heads, two figures stood quietly.
One man was wearing a white shirt, carrying two swords on his back, and was walking around with his hands behind his back.
One was wearing a green-grey Taoist robe, with purple-gold hair, and a sword that soared into the sky.
"Fellow Taoist Master Tu Sun!"
"The number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, Senior Master Tu Sun!"
Below, countless exclamations arose.
"Fellow Daoist Tu, you are confused!"
"Go away quickly. Even if I, the Yuntai Dao Sect, die, I will not be a sinner in the Western Border!"
A cry of sorrow suppressed all the shouts. A white-haired Taoist wearing a green robe looked desperate and stared at Master Tu Sun and shouted: "So what if our Yuntai Taoist sect is cut off? If something happens to you, fellow Taoist Tu, Western Xinjiang will be destroyed."
Danger!"
Master Tu Sun, whose sword energy was rising, lowered his head and said in a cold voice: "You're in trouble."
Han Muye turned around and saw that Master Tu Sun's beard and hair were spread out, and the sword spirit on his body turned into a swimming dragon. Then he stretched out his hand and wrapped the sword of the soul above Han Muye's head.
"I come to kill people with my sword from a thousand miles away. You are talking nonsense to me."
"I'm here, but I don't know what to say."
Cursing in his mouth, the sword light on his body rose ten thousand feet, like a mountain.
Seeing Han Muye looking at him, Master Tu Sun shook his head and said, "I'm used to it. Back then, I didn't dare to kill anyone. My senior brother told me that if I cursed a few times, I would feel better."
"When the heart is at ease, the sword becomes sharp."
Han Muye nodded and said calmly: "There are still fifty-three breaths left."
"Do it!" Master Tu Sun shouted, and the sword light above his head condensed into a green mountain, and crashed down!
Use the sword to condense the mountain and borrow the power of the mountain. This is the power of the sword!
In Han Muye's eyes, he could see thousands of sword lights twisting and interlacing, merging with the sword of the soul, and then slashing it down with a bang.
The mountains are the appearance, the sword light is the essence!
Swordsmanship is, after all, swordsmanship.
With one strike of the sword, the mountains collapsed!
Swordsmanship, collapsing mountains.
The most powerful swordsman in the world, he can build mountains with his sword, break mountains with his sword, and collapse mountains with his sword!
Landslide, overwhelming situation!
"Can't stop it!"
"escape--"
Three loud shouts sounded, and countless demon clans ran away.
The mountains are rolling, the swords are shining, and the sky is full of killing intent.
The landslide turned into a torrent!
One sword, two swords!
Master Tu Sun grinned, turned around, looked at Han Muye, who had a slightly dazed look on his face, and chuckled with satisfaction.