This is a left-handed sword, a reverse sword technique.
Han Muye had never seen a close-quarters fighting technique that could be so weird and cruel.
He had used this sword technique several times, and every time he killed a powerful person from close quarters.
He didn't want to teach this kind of swordsmanship.
Practitioners, after all, pursue longevity.
Swordsmanship practiced only for killing will affect your character.
"I'll make it clear to you."
Han Muye stared into Zhao Youzhi's eyes and said solemnly: "This swordsmanship is derived from the Xixian swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect."
"I reversed it and turned it into a left-handed sword. In close combat, it is invincible."
"But the killing intent of swordsmanship is too deep. If you practice it, it may affect your character." After a pause, Han Muye whispered: "You may not end well."
It won't end well.
Zhao Youzhi looked at Han Muye and clenched his remaining left hand.
"Please teach me, senior brother."
Han Muye nodded, raised his hand, and the Purple Flame Sword fell on his hand.
"When you practice this swordsmanship, you can turn around in only half a step."
"With this swordsmanship, within half a step, I am invincible."
The sword light stabbed out from Han Muye's left hand side with a "stab" sound, and then flashed past with a faint halo.
Every move and every move is extremely cunning and weird.
Zhao Youzhi's left hand is indeed talented.
It only took him one night to master such strange sword skills.
Later, it’s all about practicing on your own.
Han Muye nodded slightly as he saw the sword light flashing in Zhao Youzhi's hand, and every move was as chaotic as an antelope hanging its horns.
He raised his hand and took out a broken sword.
"I have a sword here that is suitable for you to perform this sword skill."
There was a dark spiritual light on this broken sword, and dark sword energy was flowing around it.
The ancient Lord of Lieyang Palace wore a sword.
This sword was cut by Sword Master Yuan Tian.
Looking at Han Muye's sword, Zhao Youzhi lowered his head and saw the sword in his own hand.
"Senior brother, can I not return this sword?"
Golden Lion Sword.
The sword is three feet eight inches long and weighs thirty-one kilograms.
This sword is of medium quality and upright, and is suitable for the swordsmanship of broad opening and closing.
Zhao Youzhi practiced this kind of swordsmanship back then.
When he was receiving the sword at Jiange, Zhao Youzhi was very fond of the Golden Lion Sword and once said that he would never change swords.
Han Muye nodded and said, "You can keep it."
Zhao Youzhi returned the sword to its sheath, then stretched out his hand to catch the broken sword handed over by Han Muye.
Taking the broken sword into his hands, Han Muye was keenly aware of a flash of light on the sword.
Is this sword weapon approval?
This is a magic weapon level sword.
Even though it is broken, the spirit is still there.
Unexpectedly, this sword would choose Zhao Youzhi as its master.
There is really no reason to talk about things like chance.
"Senior brother, this sword," Zhao Youzhi looked at the sword in his hands in surprise, then looked up at Han Muye: "I'm afraid it's extremely precious, right?"
Of course it's precious.
If you put this sword up for auction, it will cost you at least a million spiritual stones.
Han Muye waved his hand and whispered: "As long as you know, don't let too many people know."
Zhao Youzhi nodded, and the sword light that originally circulated on the Broken Sword disappeared, and the sword became simple and rough.
"Buzz——"
In the distance, the horns of the demon tribe's attack sounded.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Youzhi strode down the cliff.
In the position at the foot of the mountain, the practitioners who were already familiar with the battlefield began to form a battle formation, waiting for the arrival of the monster army like a tide.
"Brother Six!"
Suddenly, among the noise, someone exclaimed.
On the hillside, two figures in white shirts stood there.
Huang Laoliu has gray hair, an old face, but his whole body is well-groomed.
Lu Qingping, wearing a moon-white dress and carrying a long sword, stood beside him.
Lu Qingping's hand was held tightly by Huang Laoliu.
"I'll bring Sixth Sister-in-law here to show everyone."
Huang Laoliu grinned.
Sixth sister-in-law.
This is the sixth sister-in-law.
It was Huang Laoliu who traveled a hundred thousand miles and devoted everything he had to pursuing the sixth sister-in-law.
Seeing Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping holding hands and standing on the hillside, many practitioners felt that their originally impetuous and timid moods began to calm down.
If Sixth Brother can find Sixth Sister-in-law, he will definitely survive!
When everyone followed Sixth Brother forward, everyone saw that Sixth Brother, a mortal, had a heart as firm as iron and only wanted to find Sixth Sister-in-law.
No one dared to think that Sixth Brother could find Sixth Sister-in-law.
How can a mortal do it?
Now, Brother Six has done it!
He found his sixth sister-in-law, unharmed.
Unknowingly, the atmosphere on the battlefield began to gather an unspeakable morale.
"Fight with me——"
Seeing such a scene, Tang Chi gritted his teeth, shouted loudly, and rushed forward with his sword in hand.
On the other side, He Xuanqi also rushed out.
Everyone rushed forward before the army of monsters rolled in.
Taking a deep breath, Huang Laoliu turned to look at Lu Qingping: "Mei Ping, do you really want to accompany me to kill the enemy?"
Lu Qingping nodded and whispered: "Brother Zhenxiong, I am yours, so naturally I have to accompany you."
These words made Huang Laoliu grin his toothless mouth, and the divine light in his eyes shone to the extreme.
"good."
He raised his head, looked at Han Muye standing on the cliff, and laughed.
Leading Lu Qingping, Huang Laoliu strode down with a long sword in his hand.
Han Muye stood on the cliff, watching Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping rush into the battle formation, surrounded by countless practitioners, rushing forward.
Huang Laoliu held the sword in one hand and held Lu Qingping in the other.
"It's a brother, come with me!"
Huang Laoliu shouted loudly.
"rush--"
Countless people followed and chanted.
Huang Laoliu didn't take any action, so he held Lu Qingping's hand and walked forward with his sword in hand, as if he were going shopping.
In front of him and behind him, countless practitioners desperately protected the two of them and rushed forward.
At this moment, no force can stop this team.
A few feet in front of Huang Laoliu, all the monsters that blocked the way were killed.
Whether it's Qi condensation or foundation building.
Those practitioners were like crazy, protecting Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping as they walked forward.
"Brother Six——"
In the battle formation, someone shouted.
"Brother Six——"
On Yunchao Ridge, someone shouted.
"Brother Six——"
Between heaven and earth, countless people shouted.
These cries converged into one, and the mountains collapsed and the earth split apart!
On Yunchao Ridge, those strong men who were meditating were startled and flew into the air.
"Who is this person?"
An old man with white beard frowned and looked down the mountain.
"Disciple of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, I wonder if he is the sixth in line?" Zheng Wangyuan, the person in charge of the armies of various sects on Yunchao Ridge and the leader of Lingdao Sect here, narrowed his eyes and said calmly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Starting from Fengshou Mountain, the younger generations of each sect compete.
Recently, Jiuxuan Sword Sect has produced several elites who have become famous.
That swordsmanship banished immortals, but even Master Tu Sun dared to invite a fight.
Both the Yuntai Dao Sect and the Mingshan Sword Sect were extremely supportive of Han Muye.
According to observations over the past few days, this rising elite of the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect will probably be vigorously cultivated by the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect.
Today, I didn't expect that another Jiuxuan Sword Sect disciple would appear who is so popular in the mountains and below.
This is not a good sign for their Lingdao Sect.
Zheng Wangyuan and other great monks, apart from practicing and dealing with important matters, really no one knows who Huang Laoliu is.
"Huang Laoliu, the sword watcher of Jiuxuan Sword Gate and Sword Pavilion."
At this moment, Yang Dingshan's voice sounded.
"When the Jiuxuan Sword Sect fought against the Fengling Sword Sect, Huang Laoliu used the Soul Sword to help Sect Master Jinze injure Sect Master Zhang Cheng." Yang Dingshan said, glancing at the old man standing beside him.
The old man looked cold and didn't say a word.
He is at the half-step heaven level of Fengling Sword Sect.
"Haha, I know this kid." Master Tu Sun, who had fallen aside at some point, was smiling.
"This boy is determined to be a mortal, and he has spent all his money to find the Taoist companions who have been kidnapped by those who betrayed the Xijiang sect."
"Most of the 200,000 practitioners below were gathered by his reward."
Master Tu Sun told these stories in a few words, and after finishing speaking, he said with emotion: "Speaking of this kind of mind, there are not many practitioners in this mountain who can compare with it."
No one among the great monks standing in the air cares about the worldly love.
Their character cultivation has already passed that stage.
But the more you lose, the more you miss it.
For a moment, these great monks looked at the man and woman walking on the battlefield speechlessly.
"Senior Brother Tu, do you know this story so clearly?"
The old man standing next to Master Tu Sun turned his head curiously.
"The reward for that kid is quite high. I'm sure I'll get the news. Ahem -" Master Tu Sun didn't finish his words. He waved his hand and his figure disappeared from where he was.
It turned out that I had paid attention to the bounty news.
Knowing that Master Tu Sun likes to hang out in casual cultivating circles, everyone who understands the practice chuckles.
At the foot of the mountain, the original offensive and defensive momentum has changed.
Huang Laoliu has led the army of practitioners and has rushed out for several miles.
He seemed to be transformed into an arrow, leading the practitioners behind him to break through the demon clan's military formation.
Zhao Youzhi, who didn't know when he came to Huang Laoliu, lowered his head and just followed Huang Laoliu.
All the monsters and demon clans that tried to rush in front of Huang Laoliu fell down inexplicably and lost their breath.
Within half a step, no one can defeat him.
"Roar--"
A three-foot-tall giant ape with golden hair roared wildly and slapped Zhao Youzhi with one palm.
This giant ape was transformed into a great demon from the Half-Step Realm, and it had already seen that Zhao Youzhi was taking action.
Zhao Youzhi raised his head, holding the sword in his left hand, and his body sank slightly.
It is a bit difficult for him now to kill such a big monster with one strike.
"Brother, I'm coming."
Huang Laoliu took a step forward and raised his sword.
"boom--"
The long sword slashed down, and the ten-foot-long sword light directly split the giant ape in front of him in half.
With one sword, he can kill the earth-level monster in half a step!
"Brother Six, you're awesome——"
I don't know who shouted this.
"Brother Six——"
"Awesome——"
Countless cries shook the sky, causing spiritual energy and sword energy to intertwine and turn into a strong wind that soared into the sky.
Before the military formation, morale was extremely high.
Huang Laoliu grinned, waved his sword, took Lu Qingping's hand, and the two strode forward.
Tang Chi, who was trapped in the military formation, stopped, with a trace of confusion and resentment in his eyes.
He had lost a game before, so he could only fight on the battlefield to earn a chance.
He should be in charge of the military formation ahead.
But now, even such an opportunity has to be taken away?
"Your Majesty, don't hesitate."
"The soul energy and blood required for the blood sacrifice are only a little short."
"As long as the blockade is broken, we will leave this world."
"What does the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect mean?"
Beside Tang Chi, the old man in black robe whispered.
Tang Chi nodded, gritted his teeth, held his sword and ran forward.
A smile flashed on the old man's face and he followed quickly.
"boom--"
In the sky, a black demonic cloud rushed towards Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu held the sword in his hand, and a dark red halo flashed in his eyes.
Beside him, Lu Qingping held his hand tightly.
"Lion Ming, let's make an end today."
In mid-air, a green-robed figure appeared, holding a sword, blocking the demonic cloud.
Sun Mu.
The elder of Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
An elder whose own cultivation has stagnated and has no potential.
But Sun Mu, who was standing there at this moment, had a somewhat erratic aura, as if he was suppressing something.
There was laughter in the demon cloud, and then it crashed into Sun Mu.
Sun Mu's eyes suddenly burst into bright golden light, and the sword in his hand brought out a sword light of a hundred feet, and slashed down with a bang.
"Old man Sun, you have made a breakthrough!"
"How can it be!"
There was an exclamation in the demon cloud, and then he wanted to retreat desperately.
But the sword light of Baizhang slashed down with a bang, cutting Yaoyun into two halves.
On Sun Mu, the golden elixir cultivation level rose to the sky.
The already stagnant cultivation level began to improve.
In the sky, clouds are rolling.
"Promote!"
"Sun Mu, whose cultivation has been stagnant for two hundred years, can still advance to the next level?"
Countless exclamations came from up and down Yunchao Ridge.
At the Jiuxuan Sword Gate station, the Supreme Elder Lu Hao, who was wearing a green robe, moved and landed next to Sun Mu.
