197, Master Tu Suns Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect
There are many default rules in the spiritual world.
For example, once your practice stagnates for too long, it will be difficult to improve.
On the other hand, if a practitioner who has wasted countless years can suddenly improve, it may be an opportunity for rapid growth.
After all, no matter whether it is experience or tempering of character, such a person is something that no one else has.
Han Muye knew that Mo Yuan, the number one person in the outer sect of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, soared into the sky and transformed into the ancestor of Wanjian, with a sword that could resist the enemy's realm and forge the power of pills.
Lu Hao's face was solemn at this time, and his strength surged all over his body, blocking Sun Mu's front.
"Junior Brother Sun, you try your best to break through, and I will protect you."
Lu Hao shouted, holding a long sword with shining golden light in his hand.
In the void, the endless power of the golden veins gathered and turned into the phantom of the golden sword.
"Roar--"
Before Sun Mu could answer, a demonic cloud of a hundred feet was already surging in the distance, coming in an instant with a harsh scream.
That was a great demon who was half a step into the heavenly realm.
Lu Hao snorted coldly, and the sword light in his hand drew an arc, sharp and flowing, and met the demonic cloud.
"when--"
The golden light collided with the demonic cloud, and the sound shook hundreds of miles.
Below, the monsters and practitioners under the foundation on the battlefield were trembling all over.
Huang Laoliu turned to look at the pale Lu Qingping, and a strong force came out of his palms.
"Mei Ping, don't worry, I'm here."
He held the long sword and turned his head to look not far away.
Over there, many men in black robes had gathered around Tang Chi.
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
From behind the demon clan, the thundering sound of war drums came.
The sound of the drum made the strong men on Yunchao Ridge look solemn.
The demon clan is going to attack across the board!
"Be careful, Jiuxuan Sword Gate can't stop this one, prepare for rescue."
Zheng Wangyuan stared straight ahead and spoke in a deep voice.
Everyone else nodded.
This is not the time to make calculations. If the Jiuxuan Sword Sect is defeated, it will definitely affect the entire battle situation and even cause the entire front to collapse.
At Fengshou Mountain, the battle line collapsed and we had to retreat.
At that time, Yunchaoling had a large army gathered by the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, which temporarily suppressed the defense line.
If we retreat today, we will not have the support of the army at the rear.
"boom--"
Lu Hao's sword light cut away the demonic cloud on the opposite side. An old man wearing a dark red robe and holding a spear with flashing light in his hand laughed loudly, flew down and crashed towards Lu Hao.
Lu Hao swiped his sword and faced him.
Sword cultivators should use their swords to speak.
Not far away, five black demonic clouds were gathering.
Those were the five heavenly realms of the demon clan, and they were suppressed quietly.
The demon clan dares to attack all the time because there are five great demons in the heavenly realm here.
If Master Tu Sun hadn't killed a big demon before, making the demon clan fearful, Nanhuang's offensive would have been several times more violent.
On the battlefield below, the monsters have retreated to all directions, leaving the main battlefield.
One after another, big demons wearing various leather robes rushed forward.
Some of these demon clans have transformed into demon bodies, such as bears, tigers, or wolves, with bodies several feet tall and speeds as fast as lightning.
The light of magic flashed in the hands of some monsters, and streams of light were already shooting out from several miles away.
This is the real army of monsters. Every big monster is at least at the foundation building level.
There are only a few foundation builders who are physically strong or have special bloodline power.
Among these big demons, there are also strong men from the earth realm mixed with them, bringing their energy and blood to the sky.
This kind of power cannot be blocked by the casual cultivators and small sect cultivators in front of the formation.
"Canglang——"
A sword chant sounded, and Li Xixi, who was wearing a green robe, turned into sword light and fell straight onto the battlefield.
The ten-foot-long sword light was like a shooting star, exploding in mid-air, with endless edge, and scattered in all directions.
Her sword light was like a signal, and countless sword lights rushed from top to bottom, rushing into the battlefield.
The disciples of Jiuxuan Sword Sect rushed into the battlefield.
The sword light instantly filled the air, exploded, and shone, filling the entire world.
At this moment, it seemed that there was only sword light between heaven and earth.
"Sword cultivator, it is indeed dazzling..." On Yunchao Ridge, an old man wearing a green robe shook his head and sighed with emotion.
Beside him, Yang Dingshan and others turned to take a look.
This is sword cultivation.
Practice.
Sword repair.
Cultivation of mind.
When not fighting, the sword is a companion and a confidant.
In war, the sword and yourself are indistinguishable from each other.
The sword is with the man, but the sword breaks and the man dies.
With his hair tied up with a golden crown and his sword energy restrained all over his body, Master Tu Sun stepped out of the void, holding a clear sword in his hand.
He has one man and one sword, and does not show any unusual power, but he is the pillar of the entire battlefield and the practitioners of Western Xinjiang.
Without him, the human front in Western Xinjiang would have collapsed long ago.
"Damn it, do you really want me to go on a killing spree?"
Master Tu Sun muttered, his body turned into green light, and he bumped forward.
In the distance, five great demon cloud pillars were shaking. It seemed that they had agreed to fight five against one.
On Yunchao Ridge, other half-step heaven realms also flew around.
No one expected that the battle on the front line of Yunchaoling would break out at this moment.
In fact, it's normal. The demon army is entrenched here, and it's not a treat. After so many days of testing, all the layouts have been arranged.
Just waiting for a big fight today.
It is a temptation and a decisive battle.
"boom--"
The sword light in Master Tu Sun's hand struck down, as if the sky was torn apart.
The ten thousand-foot-long sword shines across the east and west.
The halo covered all the brilliance, and only this sword stirred in the demonic cloud.
The five heavenly demons rushed forward in unison, attacking and retreating together.
There is a clear sword light, which separates immediately from Master Tu Sun's sword light.
There were ivy all over the sky, with flying leaves drifting towards Master Tu Sun.
An iron bar holding up the sky hit Master Tu Sun on the head.
One by one, the feathers turned into arrows, like the wind and rain in the sky.
A water dragon roared, bringing up clouds and waves.
Although Master Tu Sun was powerful in combat, he was not to the point where he could still hurt someone in front of five powerful men of the same level.
His sword light was suppressed by the demon light, and the sword light swept across, shattering the arrows, and beheaded the water dragon. Then he withdrew from the battle circle and faced the five heavenly demons with a solemn expression.
One against five without being defeated, this is already a strong swordsman that is hard to find in the world.
But no one knows how long this unbeaten streak can last.
Next sword?
Or the next sword?
If Master Tu Sun is defeated, the whole battle in Western Xinjiang will be lost.
Those Xijiang Daxiu cultivators who were in the Half-Step Heaven Realm also knew this and rushed to the battle circle together, but were blocked by the more numerous Half-Step Heaven Realm demons.
The strength of the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan is indeed much stronger than that of Xijiang.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Han Muye stood on the cliff, took a deep breath, gently raised his hand, and Qing Ming and Zi Yan fell on his palm.
The two swords intertwined, and a sword light rose from Han Muye's body.
The sword light was so powerful that it couldn't even cover up the countless sword energies at the foot of the mountain.
"It's Han Muye, the swordsman who banished the immortal!"
"Senior Brother Han is about to take action!"
On the battlefield, countless low voices sounded.
Han Muye had never fought in Yunchaoling before and had only fought once.
In that battle, with both swords in hand, he formed the Yunchaoling front and never retreated a step.
No one knew that Han Muye's sword had cut through the heavens.
"Buzz——"
The sword vibrated.
First there is a sword.
Then there are countless swords.
Above the battlefield, Master Tu Sun turned his head to look at Han Muye and whispered: "This brat is really..."
What is it really?
No one knows how distressed Master Tu Sun is right now.
The soul sword energy that I had condensed for countless years was given to Han Muye, thinking that he could make good use of it.
But how long does it take to keep warm?
This kid is going to use this divine soul sword energy.
Divine Soul Sword Qi!
Above Han Muye's head, a sword light floated.
The sword light gathered into a hundred-foot-long sword, with a slightly illusory blade and simple patterns on it.
The Soul Sword given to him by Master Tu Sun.
It would take a long time for Han Muye to warm up this sword and turn it into his own soul sword.
At this time, Han Muye chose to consume the sword energy directly.
Because, in his divine treasure, there is a small green sword, shining brightly!
At the moment, his soul power is only enough to warm up one soul sword, any more will be a burden.
If you don’t need it now, when will you wait?
Han Muye put one hand behind his back and was in mid-air, growing sword lotus step by step.
"Senior Master Tu Sun, we had a great time working together last time, why not do it again today?"
Han Muye walked forward and shouted loudly.
Almost everyone in the entire battlefield looked at Han Muye.
What does he want to do?
Is it possible for a little monk to go to the battlefield where the powerful people in the heavenly realm can go?
madman.
Hearing Han Muye's shouting, Master Tu Sun's eyes flashed.
What's the joy of cooperation?
This kid was reminding himself that he still had to pay 20% of the proceeds from raiding the Yuntai Dao Sect.
Are you afraid that if you die in battle today, your account will be wiped out?
Seeing the sword light above Han Muye's head, Master Tu Sun was filled with fighting spirit.
Last time, he cooperated with Han Muye and killed a great demon in the heavenly realm with one sword.
Today he does not have the Soul Sword, and Han Muye's Soul Sword alone may not be enough.
That’s not much different!
"Haha, kid, let's cooperate again!"
Master Tu Sun flew up and raised his hand to make a move. The sword of the soul flew out from Han Muye's head and landed in his palm.
Han Muye stood in the sky, divine light emerged from his body, and activated his divine soul sword to cooperate with Master Tu Sun.
"boom--"
The sword of the soul was slashed, and the endless pressure within it instantly absorbed the spiritual energy and soul power that had escaped within a hundred miles, condensed it into a dark sword, and struck hard on the re-condensed water dragon.
The water dragon roared in pain, shattered into pieces, and reassembled into a skinny old man wearing a green robe in the distance.
The old man had a pained look on his face and bared his teeth.
Master Tu Sun laughed heartily, raised his hand and used his long sword to slash at the old man again: "Fellow Taoist Yu Fan, today I will help you transform into a dragon and become an immortal!"
Seeing the sword light coming, fear flashed in the eyes of the green-robed old man Yu Fan, and he moved back.
Master Tu Sun laughed loudly, refused to give in, and struck again with his long sword.
"Damn it, Master Tu Sun, you old guy just caught me, ancestor, didn't you?" Ancestor Yu Fan gritted his teeth and kept backing up.
He didn't dare to take this sword at all.
The other four Heaven Realm experts looked at each other and took a step forward together, the demonic light gathering.
Master Tu Sun shouted: "Well done——"
He made a sweeping sweep with his sword, forcing the four demons away, then turned around and landed beside Han Muye.
"Boy, is that Wanjian Guizong easy to use?"
Han Muye turned to look at him and chuckled: "You want to learn?"
Master Tu Sun nodded, with a solemn look on his face: "This Soul Sword is still a little weak, and even you and I can't handle it in such a fight."
The Soul Sword consumes Han Muye's soul, and the sword of Yu Shi also consumes Master Tu Sun's sword energy cultivation.
There are no killers among the five heavenly beings on the opposite side. Today's situation is one of defeat and no victory.
The five great demons were incited by the demonic clouds and filled the sky with pressure, rolling towards them.
Below, everyone raised their heads and looked at the two figures standing side by side.
Today, can Master Tu Sun, the number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, be able to stop the five heavenly beings?
"good."
At this moment, Han Muye, who was standing beside Master Tu Sun, took a step forward and shouted loudly.
"I have a sword called Wanjian Guizong. It was created by Mo Yuan, the number one person in the outer sect of Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
"This sword took Mo Yuan two hundred years, and he saw thousands of sword skills become one sword."
"This sword does not depend on your intellectual qualifications, it only requires the sword in your heart."
On Han Muye, the suppressed sword light condensed into substance, and golden sword lotuses bloomed around his body.
He had one hand behind his back and the other slowly stretched forward, pointing at the sword.
"Master Mo once said that with this sword, he would create a path to the sky for ordinary swords in the world."
"Today I, Han Muye, will teach you the art on my behalf. This sword can be learned by any swordsman in the world."
"Everyone, please be optimistic -"
Countless practitioners looked up at Han Muye, who was standing in mid-air, pointing his arm forward like a sword stabbing him!
"Wan Jian, Gui Zong."
Countless sword lotuses exploded, and each petal turned into a shadow.
Each shadow practices a sword skill.
Each sword technique is condensed into one form.
A sword thrust out.
A sword.
Ten swords.
Hundred Swords.
Thousand Swords.
Thousands of swords!
A stab from ten thousand swords means returning to the clan!
The sword lotus disappears, the clouds are clear and the wind is gentle.
Han Muye stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Senior, have you learned it?"
Master Tu Sun nodded and bowed: "A master of one sword deserves to be worshiped."
After saying that, he straightened his body, took a step forward, and stared at the rolling demon clouds in front of him, his eyes filled with endless energy.
"I, Master Tu Sun, am known as the best swordsman in Western Xinjiang. I have a clear sword heart. I use the sword as my baby. I think I am invincible in all directions."
"Today, I know that the art of swordsmanship is magnificent, but Master Tu Sun is nothing more than a frog at the bottom of a well."
Above Master Tu Sun's head, a small green sword appeared.
This sword condensed sword power and soul, and as soon as it appeared, it suppressed the aura and sword energy of the entire battlefield.
"Fellow Taoists of Nanhuang, I have just learned a style of Ten Thousand Swords from Master Han and returned to the sect. I would like to invite you to try the sword."
As soon as the words fell, the sword light rose.
In a radius of thousands of miles, all the swords vibrated, flew into the air, attached to the soul sword, and formed a sword.
This sword holds up the sky and blocks the sun.
Han Muye's expression changed. He reached out and took out two purple jade pills and crushed them in his palm, causing all the medicine's power to explode instantly.
Since you are crazy, then be crazy once!
The Purple Jade Pill in his divine treasure also shattered into pieces, and all the medicinal power turned into the power of the divine soul, which activated the divine soul sword and cooperated with Master Tu Sun.
"Senior, I can hold on for ten breaths." Han Muye lowered his voice.
"Ten breaths?"
Master Tu Sun laughed loudly and thrust out with the long sword that held up the sky.
"Three breaths are enough!"
A sword thrust out, and Master Tu Sun shouted: "Wan, sword, return to the sect——"
The small green sword above his head exploded, and a figure appeared in it.
This figure was only over three feet tall, with a face similar to Master Tu Sun. He held a sword in his hand, staggered clumsily, and slowly thrust out the sword.
With a stab of the sword, the figure dissipated and reappeared as a five or six year old child.
Hold the sword forward and stab, the sword light will be clear.
The shadow reappeared, and the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy stabbed out with a sword like a rainbow.
A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.
A young man in his twenties.
Thirty years old, wearing a green robe and a long sword, crossing the sky and the earth.
At forty, with a wave of his sword, no one can defeat him.
When he was one hundred years old, he threw out his long sword and turned it into a sword.
Two hundred years old, playing in the mortal world, using bamboo and wood to teach children how to wield a sword.
Three hundred years old, wandering around as a casual cultivator, discussing swords with the martial arts.
Four hundred years old.
Five hundred years old.
A thousand years old!
After being invincible for a thousand years, the way of sword returned to his sect and turned into a sword.