Is it related to the future leader of Jiuxuan Sword Sect?
Do you have to choose between yourself and Tang Chi?
Han Muye never thought that he would become the target of training in the sect.
I have always grown wildly, okay?
But what Lu Hao said was right. In this competition for power and position, there is no retreat at all.
Lu Hao's voice sounded again: "Go back and prepare, our Jiuxuan Sword Sect is about to reach the designated garrison position."
After saying that, his figure paused and turned into a sword light.
"Don't think too much. This kind of choice is like a big wave, and you have only won one game temporarily." Li San reached out and patted Han Muye on the shoulder, and flew into a stream of light.
Indeed, the leader of the sect, Kanazawa, still holds the most power.
Even if the leader of the Jinze Sect abdicates, there will still be a guy like Tuoba Cheng who has extremely profound cultivation and scheming.
I'm afraid there won't be a day in two or three hundred years where Han Muye won't be able to sit in that position.
Why does it matter what happens two or three hundred years from now?
"Han Muye." came the voice from behind.
Han Muye turned around and saw Yang Dingshan from the Mingshan Sword Sect.
"Sect Master Yang." Han Muye cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much, Sect Master Yang, for rescuing our Jiuxuan Sword Sect from the siege yesterday."
Yesterday, Yang Dingshan took action to suppress Lu Changze of the Lingyu Sword Sect who was seeking trouble for the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
In yesterday's situation, Jiuxuan Sword Sect couldn't take action on its own, so it really needed someone to mediate.
"It should be." Yang Dingshan waved his hand, his eyes fell on Han Muye, and then whispered: "Is Mingxuan okay?"
Yang Mingxuan.
The direct grandson of Yang Dingshan.
Han Muye nodded and told the story of how Yang Mingxuan entered the sword pavilion just to seek death, but was later provoked by Jiang Ming and practiced the sword art of the sword pavilion.
Yang Dingshan frowned when he heard that Yang Mingxuan was seeking death.
When he heard that Yang Mingxuan had started practicing cultivation, a look of excitement flashed across his face.
Later, when Han Muye said that Yang Mingxuan had mastered the Sword Raising Technique and started practicing the Weapon Sword Technique, Yang Dingshan smiled on his face.
"Haha, collect the corpse for me, this Jiang Ming dares to say." After Han Muye finished speaking, Yang Dingshan laughed and looked into the distance.
"If that day comes, ask him to collect my body."
Before Han Muye could reply, a thick sword light flashed across Yang Dingshan's body, wrapping his body and turning into a flying rainbow.
Han Muye shook his head, paused, harnessed the light of a flying sword, and flew down the mountain.
Over there is the defensive station of Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
From the sky, there was the sound of drums, and the demonic energy in the distance boiled like water, and then countless demonic beasts could be seen rushing towards Yunchaoling.
These monster beasts are the lowest level beings among the monster clan, and their cultivation and combat power are nothing more than cultivating Yuan and condensing Qi.
But even with limited combat power, it can't stop the surge of the tide.
These low-level monsters are just vassals of the monster clan in the Southern Wilderness and don't care about life or death at all.
"Stop these monsters——"
"If we can't stop it today, all of us will die here!"
"I, Tang Chi, will live and die with you!"
In front of the battle line stationed by the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, Tang Chi, who was wearing a white robe and holding a long sword, was shining with sword light, and sword energy was swirling around him.
Following him were a group of casual cultivators and powerful men from small sects.
Behind them, groups of nervous practitioners held swords and magic weapons tightly in their hands, ready for battle.
Monsters and beasts came like a tide.
"kill--"
Tang Chi roared loudly and slashed at the oncoming monster with a ten-foot-long sword in his hand.
"boom--"
The three-foot-tall giant tiger was cut in half with a sword.
Killing the giant tiger with one sword, Tang Chi's sword light did not change, and he led the strong men behind him to charge back into the group of monsters ahead.
These strong men are like a long knife, cutting the attacking monster in half.
Standing on the hillside behind, Han Muye watched all this.
Tang Chi's command skills are not bad and his own combat power is also strong. He is indeed the best candidate to lead these practitioners.
Turning his head, Han Muye saw that he was surrounded by disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
These disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect have gathered sword energy in their bodies, holding the hilts of their swords in their hands, waiting for something unexpected to happen in front of them, and rushing to remedy the situation.
In such a scene, life or death is really not up to you.
"boom--"
Tang Chi, who rushed forward thousands of feet, was blocked by a black light.
A big man wearing black armor and eight tiger heads held a long sword and chopped Tang Chi's sword into pieces with one slash.
The strongest among the Qishen of the Earth Realm are the tiger clan with powerful bloodline.
This big man's fighting prowess was no weaker than that of Tang Chi.
With this big man in the way, the counterattack of Tang Chi and the strong men behind him was suppressed.
"Roar--"
Countless roars shook the air, and the monster beasts rushed to the front of the human cultivators, roared violently, and flew forward to rush forward.
Sword light and spiritual light meet these monsters.
"boom--"
Blood light and spiritual light exploded, and red blood and energy rose into the sky everywhere.
Some monsters were beheaded, their energy and blood splattered everywhere, and some human cultivators were torn apart by monsters, and their spiritual energy dissipated.
At that moment, there was only the most primitive killing before the battle formation.
Han Muye showed no sadness or joy on his face, and just watched quietly.
He knew that if he had not reached the full level of comprehension and had become a sword observer at the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, he would probably be like those low-level practitioners who were helpless.
"boom--"
The battle between Tang Chi and the big black tiger man became more and more intense. No human or monster could enter the battle circle for nearly a hundred feet.
"He can only survive." Li San, holding a black sheathed sword, said coldly.
Earn your life.
The loser earns his life.
This battle lasted for three hours, until the monster corpses piled up in front of the formation became a low wall blocking the enemy, and subsequent monster attacks were powerless, and then it slowly stopped.
Tang Chi, who led the powerful men around him to retreat slowly, did not make any corrections, but asked the practitioners who had not been on the front line to clean up the battlefield.
The flesh, flesh, muscles and bones of monsters are all spiritual materials, which can be exchanged for spiritual stones after processing.
Those practitioners who were injured or killed should also be counted, their bodies collected, and their injuries treated.
It wasn't until sunset that the exhausted Tang Chi straightened up, turned his head, and looked at the hills behind him.
Over there, Han Muye, who was carrying two green and red swords, stood on the bluestone with an indifferent expression, as if this bitter battle had nothing to do with him.
Tang Chi gritted his teeth and lowered his head.
The one who should stay out of the matter should be himself.
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But if he lost that round, he could only fight for his life in front of this formation.
"Don't worry, it won't take long before the blood sacrifice is completed and everything that belongs to you will come back." Next to Tang Chi, an old man in black robes whispered.
Tang Chi nodded, turned around and walked towards the front of the military formation.
——————
On the hill, as the sunset faded, an inner disciple of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect wearing a white robe walked up to Han Muye.
Han Muye knew him.
In front of the tenth inner door, there is a crane tower.
At this time, He Xuanqi, like him, was carrying two long swords.
"Senior Brother Han."
He Xuanqi raised his head, looked at Han Muye, and then whispered: "Can you teach me a two-handed sword?"
Two handed sword.
Hexuan Qixiu's swordsmanship is called Yuanmu, which is a powerful swordsmanship inherited from Mumai.
However, this swordsmanship also has a matching set of swordsmanship to seek fish.
Seek fish from trees.
The two sword skills are combined, the combat power is superimposed, and they can fight across levels.
At the beginning, Han Muye proposed to He Xuanqi that he should find his fellow disciples who were practicing fish swordsmanship to come to Fengshou Mountain together.
Han Muye's eyes fell on He Xuanqi's back.
Over there, there is a sword that does not belong to him.
"Junior Brother Wang Hui has passed away."
He lowered his head, and there was uncontrollable emotion in He Xuanqi's voice.
"He helped me block a fatal spell."
Raising his head, He Xuanqi stared at Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, please teach me a two-handed sword."
Han Muye carries two swords on his back, both of which are powerful.
Looking at He Xuanqi, who had suppressed sadness in his eyes, Han Muye nodded and said softly: "Okay, I'll teach you a two-handed sword."
"Canglang——"
He raised his hand and made a move, Qing Ming and Zi Yan took action.
“One looks for a fish against a tree, two swords meet each other by mistake, they seem to have the same origin, but they never intersect.”
"The wood is fixed when the fish swims, and the body moves and the mind follows."
Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye's long and short swords moved erratically.
The two swords swam and followed, the light and shadow were like a dream.
Looking at the two swords flowing in Han Muye's hands, tears fell from He Xuanqi's eyes.
After all, we are still mortals, why can't we cry?
"Junior brother..."
"I hurt you."
He Xuanqi drew his sword with both hands, and sword aura filled the air on both swords.
Han Muye raised his hand, drew the sword energy in his hand, choked He Xuanqi's sword light, and started practicing with his two swords.
On the hillside, countless Jiuxuan Sword Sect disciples turned their heads and looked at the two people practicing their swords.
At the beginning, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect pushed He Xuanqi and Wang Hui to combine their swords, and the name of Yuanmu Qiuyu was very resounding among these disciples.
There is no disciple of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect who comes to Fengshou Mountain who does not know the fate of the tree and seeks fish.
At this time, seeing He Xuanqi with two swords, guided by Han Muye, practicing seeking fish by chance, everyone couldn't help but feel trembling in their hearts.
"Buzz——"
In the light of He Xuanqi's sword, a figure seemed to emerge, like a young man in white reaching out and holding the other sword in He Xuanqi's hand.
"Junior brother..."
He Xuanqi let out a low cry, and his swords suddenly crossed each other.
"Stab-"
A bright halo shone through the two swords, turning into a dragon-scaled golden carp, which exploded, scattering infinite golden light.
"The tree asks for fish, the koi carp turns into a dragon..." Looking at the sword light, Han Muye was stunned for a moment and spoke softly.
"It turns out that there is another artistic conception in seeking fish from a tree."
Han Muye sighed softly when he looked at He Xuanqi, who did not need the pull of his sword energy and his sword light was shining brightly.
Relying on his heaven-defying understanding, he was able to deduce the ultimate in swordsmanship.
But he didn't understand people's hearts.
He Xuanqi and his junior brother Wang Hui had a deep brotherly relationship. Wang Hui died on his behalf, and his remaining soul remains.
The swordsmanship of the two merged into one, changing the original swordsmanship.
Swordsmanship is ultimately dead.
It's just that people give the swordsmanship artistic conception and momentum.
After thinking about this, a roar came from Han Muye.
He Xuan, who was originally dancing with his sword, drew back his sword light and was about to take a step forward when suddenly a voice whispered: "Han Mu has realized his ambition. I will guard the gate for him. Anyone who steps closer than ten steps will be ruthless under Li Xixi's sword."
"
Li Xixi, holding a long sword, stood about ten feet in front of Han Muye, with a faint sword light flashing from her body.
If someone approaches at this time, she will draw her sword without hesitation.
Epiphany!
This is a rare enlightenment that practitioners in the world can only encounter!
Everyone around the hillside looked enviously at Han Muye, who was standing there with a sword radiating from his body.
Sword enlightenment, can it be so simple?
At this time, the 128,000 sword energy that had been condensed into sword intent exploded in Han Muye's dantian.