The furious demon raised his hand, and the long magic sword in his hand turned into a spear.
Holding a spear, the big demon drew endless demonic energy and crashed into Han Muye.
The space channel is about to be sealed off. If this evil spirit doesn't break out, it will be sealed off again.
After ten thousand years, he is not willing to give in.
"Buzz——"
Han Muye raised his hand, and the long sword filled with sword intent rose up.
The two swords led the sword light, and the ten thousand swords returned to the clan, and knocked the evil spirit back.
This style of Ten Thousand Swords Guizong can defeat the heavenly realm!
Before the evil demon could turn around, Han Muye raised his hand and used Ten Thousand Swords to return to his clan.
The sword light is powerful and still shines brightly!
"boom--"
Demon, retreat again.
The female cultivator in black robe whispered: "Is this the eighth sword intention or the ninth one?"
"boom--"
Another style of Ten Thousand Swords returning to the sect.
"tenth."
"eleven."
Li San and Zhao Youzhi, who originally rushed into the space passage and prepared to fight to the death, just stared at Han Muye's swords with wide eyes and slashed down with sword light.
What swordsmanship, what skills, what strategies.
None of them can stop the infusion of sword intent, the burst of immortal elixir, and the return of thousands of swords to the sect.
The powerful evil demon already has half-step heavenly combat power. He holds a magic treasure and can kill three golden elixirs with one sword.
But in this passage, in front of Wan Jian Guizong, who was stimulated by the burst of spiritual energy from Han Muye's Immortal Pill and infused with sword intent, he could only retreat.
One step back, one step back.
There is no reason to say that before Wan Jian returns to his clan, what if he doesn't retreat?
"madman."
"Is it because you have so much sword intent in your body that your lifespan is too long?" The female cultivator dressed in black robes held the sword tightly and stared at Han Muye.
But the light in her eyes became more and more obvious.
"I don't believe you still have the will to sword!" the demon roared.
"boom--"
The sword light fell.
"You can no longer have the will of the sword!" The demon's voice was hoarse.
"boom--"
Head-on, another sword strike.
"Absolutely impossible, you can't-"
"boom--"
"boom--"
"boom--"
I don’t know if it is the twenty-ninth sword light or the thirtieth sword light.
The demon body shook, hit the golden light curtain behind it, and was enveloped by the light curtain.
The light curtain pulled the demon's body and pulled it back.
The demon roared and struggled, holding a magic weapon spear, trying to break out of the light curtain.
Han Muye raised his hand and slashed down with a magnificent sword light. The sword light struck the demon's arm, cutting off its arm and dropping the magic treasure together.
The demon roared in pain, with endless unwillingness, endless frustration, and endless resentment. His body was pulled into the golden light curtain and disappeared into the passage.
Han Muye stretched out his hand and swept away the demon's severed arm and magic treasure into the storage ring.
Around him, countless black-armored demons rushed over, trying to seize the magic treasure.
Such treasures have a fatal attraction to demons.
"Canglang——"
With a gentle sword chant, Zhao Youzhi made a light stroke with the broken sword in his left hand, directly tearing the two black-armored demon bodies into pieces.
On the other side, Li San's sword flashed, and after the sword edge penetrated a black-armored demon, it stabbed the body of another black-armored demon.
The sword light of the two men was like a thundering giant, directly clearing Han Muye's body.
"What a beautiful swordsmanship..."
The female cultivator in black robe walked forward with her sword in hand, looking at the sword light surrounding Han Muye with a look of wonder on her face.
"Let's go, the town is about to be closed down. If you don't leave, you won't be able to go back."
The black-robed female cultivator looked at Han Muye, shouted loudly, then raised her hand and swung a sword light.
"Stab-"
The sword light flashes like a shadow and disappears.
"boom--"
Hundreds of black-armored demon figures exploded.
Kill hundreds of black-armored demons with one sword!
What a domineering swordsmanship!
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and focused on the sword in the female cultivator's hand.
Xuanyang Sword.
The female cultivator turned around and left. Han Muye took a deep breath, and slowly gathered the remaining nineteen sword intentions in the sea of energy. The three sword pills in his dantian rotated, suppressing the churning spiritual energy, and quickly followed.
The others protected Han Muye and rushed out of the space channel where the aura was thinly rippling.
When Han Muye and the others stepped out of the space passage, dozens of black-armored demons chased them out.
Then, the space channel completely dissipated and the light pillar disappeared.
The dozens of black-armored demons stood there, looking at the millions of Western Xinjiang cultivators all over the mountains and plains, with blank expressions on their faces.
Even the devil knows how to be afraid.
Han Muye had no interest in turning around and killing the dozens of black-armored demons.
He followed the black-robed men and female cultivators to the cliff of Yunchaoling.
Standing on the cliff, watching countless practitioners drown the black-armored demon, Han Muye smiled on his face.
These ordinary practitioners don't know how many times they have been on the line between life and death.
When the five heavenly realm demons besieged Master Tu Sun, it was not Han Muye's divine soul sword that helped Master Tu Sun destroy the demons, but Yunchao Ridge in the western border had already fallen.
If Huang Laoliu hadn't taken action to destroy the three great demons of Yuanying and the two great demon generals had defeated or killed Master Tu Sun, then the entire Xijiang cultivators on Yunchao Ridge would have been bleeding like rivers, and not even one out of ten would have survived.
After the evil demon was born, he suppressed Baili with the roar of the demon.
These excited practitioners under the cliff have no idea that there are countless black-armored demons in the space passage.
If that powerful evil demon leads these black-armored demons to really break out of the space passage, all the practitioners in the mountain will become the blood of the demons.
Sometimes, ignorance is not a kind of happiness.
"The duty of Xuanyang Guard is to protect Tianxuan so that practitioners and mortals of Tianxuan can live in such ease." The female cultivator dressed in black robes said in a low voice.
The female cultivator turned around and her eyes fell on Han Muye.
"Han Muye?"
"Guarded by the Jiuxuan Sword Gate and the Sword Pavilion?"
Han Muye nodded.
"I have been to Jiange by order of Prime Minister Wen."
Han Muye was stunned by the female cultivator's words.
He recalled that when the sword energy was poured into Xuanyang Sword, it attracted the attention of Wen Xiang.
I didn't expect that Prime Minister Wen would order someone to come to Jiange.
"If you practice the Xuanyang Jue, you will be qualified to become the Xuanyang Guard's preparatory commander."
The female cultivator's eyes fell on Han Muye and she said calmly: "I think your cultivation level and combat power rank approximately 250th among the 300 Xuanyang Guards reserve commanders."
Han Muye didn't know whether the ranking mentioned by the female cultivator included his Ten Thousand Swords Guizong swordsmanship or not.
He returned to the sect with ten thousand swords, and with his sword intention, he could reversibly fight half a step into the heavens, suppress the evil spirits outside the world in the space passage, and seal them off.
With such combat power, we can only rank one, two hundred and five?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Don't think that your fighting ability is good, and you are considered the top among the young people in Western Xinjiang, which is enough to be proud of." As if she had seen through Han Mu's ambition, the female cultivator calmly said
Open your mouth.
"Zhongzhou has three hundred prepared commanders. Each one of them can leap over the ranks and fight. It is not difficult for the first hundred to kill half a step to the heaven alone."
So strong?
That's it, or are you preparing to command?
In the Xuanyang Sword given to him by Xia Yi, Han Muye had seen the tyranny of Zhongzhou.
But he didn't expect Xuanyang Guard to be so strong.
"Then, where is the official commander?" Han Muye asked curiously.
Hearing Han Muye's words, the female cultivator smiled slightly: "Do you know why the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness wants to attack Western Xinjiang this time?"
"They were suppressed by Qian Yiming, the commander of Zhennan, so they had to find a way out and move westward."
"A Zhennan commander can defeat Southern Wilderness. How strong do you think a formal commander is?"
Speaking of this, pride flashed across the female nun's face: "But he is no match for my second uncle, so he has to win with military merit."
Second uncle?
Han Muye remembered the information he had learned from Xia Yi's Xuanyang Sword, as well as the information Hu Taisheng had told him.
"Lu Yang, Butcher Lu?"
Han Muye spoke in a low voice.
The female nun had a look of curiosity on her face and looked at Han Muye: "Do you still know the name of Butcher Lu?"
"My name is Lu Xiaoyun, and I am the 18th Commander in Chief."
"Thirty years later, the new commander will be competing for the position. Remember not to be absent."
The female cultivator cast her gaze downwards and suddenly smiled: "You don't mind if I kidnap a few of you, do you?"
After saying that, she moved and flew down the cliff.
Han Muye stood on the cliff and did not move.
"Thirty years later, the battle for the new Xuanyang Guard commander."
His current combat power is only ranked 250th.
Gently clenching his fist, Han Muye's blood began to boil again.
In his dantian, three sword pills vibrated, and in the divine treasure, the small green sword emitted a sword light.
It would be interesting to compete with the strong men from Zhongzhou!
In the battle on Yunchao Ridge, I saw Master Tu Sun kill the four realms with one sword, saw Huang Lao and the Six Demonic Dragons destroy the three major demons of Nascent Soul with one blow, and saw that there is a world beyond Tianxuan.
In Xijiang, Han Muye felt that he would eventually leave.
…
Seven days later, Lingdao Sect sent a new Half-Step Heaven Realm master to take charge.
The Supreme Elder of Lingdao Sect named Wang He also brought news.
Gao He, the leader of the Red Flame Army rebels who had been hiding in Lingdao Sect, took advantage of Lingdao Sect's great elder Wanhua Zhenren to be in seclusion to disturb him, causing Wanhua Zhenren to be seriously injured.
Gao He took the opportunity to break through the space channel sealed by Lingdao Sect and left Western Xinjiang.
This is also the reason why Master Wanhua did not come to Yunchaoling immediately after the fall of Fengshou Mountain.
If Master Wanhua came to Yunchaoling in person and joined forces with Master Tu Sun, he would really not be afraid of the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness.
The defected commander of the Red Flame Army led his troops to attack the Jiange Pavilion and sacrificed blood to Yunchao Ridge. However, he did not expect that the real place of his plan was the space passage guarded by the Lingdao Sect.
In a thousand years, the three thousand tribesmen were exhausted, and only he left Tianxuan.
This kind of calculation is really terrible.
Han Muye returned to Jiuxuan Mountain with a group of disciples from Jiuxuan Sword Sect after the arrival of Wu Ziyuan, Supreme Elder of Mu Mai.
In the battle of Nanhuang, several Heaven Realms were lost, including two Nascent Souls and three major demons. One of them died and the other left Tianxuan. Such a loss of combat power meant that they were temporarily unable to attack.
After Wang He and others arrived, they organized a large army and returned to Fengshou Mountain.
When the disciples of the Yuntai Dao Sect returned to Yuntai Mountain, they saw the Yuntai Mountain whose land had been scraped away. Countless disciples burst into tears, gritted their teeth and cursed, "The ground has been scraped three feet away, and you are not a human being."
At this time, Han Muye was already on the flying boat returning to Jiuxuan Mountain.
Opposite him sat Sun Jinshi, an elite disciple of the Taiyi Sword Sect wearing a white robe.
"Senior Brother Han."
Sun Jinshi looked at Han Muye, reached into his arms, and unfolded a piece of paper.
"This is the bill that my ancestor gave me before he left."
"This bill has been signed by my master, the Taiyijian Sect."
Han Muye looked down and saw the word "bill" written on the scroll.
There is a long list of numbers at the end, including the conversion of various materials.
Anyway, the total number is 85 million spirit stones.
"Senior Brother Han, our Taiyi Sword Sect will not default on the debt our ancestor owes."
Taking a deep breath, Sun Jinshi whispered: "However, we can't pay it back all at once now."
"For a hundred years, the sect leader said that within a hundred years, our Taiyi Sword Sect will return millions of spiritual stones to you, Senior Brother Han, every year."
One million a year, one hundred million a hundred years.