226, Double Sword Pill, kill half a step to heaven
In the mine tunnel, a sword light rushed towards Han Muye.
The swordsmanship of Piao Miao Dao Sect.
With the power of Taoism, there is also the suppression of the soul in the roar.
A person with strong ground connection.
The power of the channel caused the stone walls in the mine tunnel to vibrate, and scattered stones were mixed with the sword light, turning into swimming dragons.
Such a sword cannot be caught without ground level combat power.
The sword cultivator from the opposite side didn't even think about whether to hold back or not.
Seeing this sword coming, Han Muye shouted in a low voice, and twisted the two swords in his hands into one with the power of ice and fire.
"kill."
Han Muye's sword light emitted an exploding stream of light, passing through the wandering dragon gathered by the strong men in the land.
"Stab-"
The sword light brought out a pool of blood.
The strong man on the opposite side covered his chest with his hands, his eyes showing unwillingness, and slowly fell to the ground.
His swordsmanship is not bad, but it is not suitable for use here.
If the wandering dragon could fly ten miles across the sky and wrap up a huge boulder, Han Muye would immediately turn around and dodge the blow first.
Unfortunately, the mine tunnel here is narrow and the power has not been accumulated yet. The power of the earth and stone induced by this sword is too little.
In Han Muye's double swords, the power of fire exploded the dragon of earth and stone, and then the ice-cold sword light used the power of the explosion to move a hundred times faster, killing it with one blow.
"Uncle Yang Teng!"
"No, Deacon Yang was killed!"
"Quickly, avenge the deacon!"
The figure following the sword cultivator rushed in and, taking advantage of the large number of people, rushed towards Han Muye.
The sword light and aura condensed into one in an instant, covering Han Muye's head.
Han Muye was not afraid at all, and swept out the purple flame sword in his hand.
"boom--"
The flames turned into a wall, blocking all sword light and spiritual light.
Then, Qingming Sword carried the flowing light through the wall.
"Stab-"
Han Muye, who was holding the sword technique in his hand, had a cold murderous intent in his eyes.
Every time he moved his fingers to outline, he could hear the sound of the sword blade grazing his flesh.
When the flames dissipated, there were only two pale-faced Qi Condensing monks standing on the farthest side.
"Spare your life——"
One monk turned around and left, while the other's legs became weak and he slumped to the ground, muttering in his mouth.
Han Muye shook his head, stretched out his hand, and the Qingming Sword returned to his palm.
At this moment, the monk who was slumped on the ground threw out a jade-colored talisman with a ferocious expression on his face: "Go to hell——"
Talisman.
Among this handful of talismans, some are extremely lethal.
When these talismans explode, the mine tunnel with a radius of 100 feet will definitely be exploded.
Seeing the talisman fly out, a green light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.
Soul Sword Qi.
He was just a practitioner of Qi Condensation, but with a flash of sword Qi, his soul had been killed.
When the soul is destroyed, the thrown talisman will naturally not explode again.
Han Muye stretched out his hand and took all the talismans into his bag.
"boom--"
In front of the mine tunnel, there was a roar and an overwhelming pressure surged in.
"You dare to come and cause trouble in my Piaomiao Dao Sect's fire marrow mine. Have you thought about how you will die?"
The voice sounded, and an old man in his fifties wearing a purple robe stepped into the mine tunnel with heavy steps.
This Taoist has a dignified Taoist power surging and rolling around him.
The ground inspires the gods.
The pressure from the divine soul caused Han Muye's sword to flash.
"Hands tied."
The Taoist's eyes glowed with golden light, staring into Han Muye's eyes.
As he finished speaking, a roaring light flashed before Han Muye's eyes, turned into a giant hammer, and crashed down.
This giant hammer is just a shadow, but it will fall directly on Shenzang.
If the soul is not powerful enough, it will be directly smashed by the giant hammer, scattering the soul, and turning it into a fool.
The practice method of Piaomiao Dao Sect is really remarkable.
Han Muye met several people, some were practicing swordsmanship, some were cultivating Taoism, and this one was cultivating the soul.
With these methods alone, it is already the foundation that a large sect should have.
"roll."
The giant hammer fell, Han Muye shouted, and a small green sword flashed above his head, smashing the giant hammer into pieces.
The small sword was twisted, and the power of the soul that was shattered by the giant hammer was wrapped and absorbed into it.
The expression on the face of the Earth Realm Qishen Stage Taoist opposite him first turned red, then turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
He pointed at Han Muye and wanted to speak, but couldn't.
The magic that the soul had gathered was shattered by Han Muye with one blow, and even the power of the soul was taken away. His soul was shaken and the treasure was shattered.
This is the danger of soul magic and swordsmanship.
The Sword Condensation Technique inherited from the Jiange can condense a sword into a hundred-breath heavenly state, but if it encounters a powerful opponent and shatters the sword, it is very likely that the spirit will be shattered and the person will fall instantly.
The cultivation method of Jiange is really a life-saving practice.
After killing this Earth Realm God Awakening master, Han Muye raised his hand and drew a sword from the ground into his hand.
Taking the sword into his hand, the sword energy was poured into him, and scenes flashed through Han Muye's mind.
This scene made Han Muye's aura begin to vibrate, and a hint of murderous intent filled the air.
From the swords, he saw that these practitioners from the Cloud Sky Realm were killing the practitioners from the Fire Source Realm again and again.
According to these practitioners outside this world, only by killing all the people in this world can we completely occupy this world.
Those practitioners who laid down their weapons and surrendered were thrown into the mines and never had the chance to get out.
The fate of these people cannot escape the sword in the end.
The cultivators outside the realm do not regard the cultivators from the Fire Source Realm as the same kind at all.
On the contrary, the cultivators of the Fire Origin World and the cultivators of the Fire Origin Palace from the Tianxuan World are one and the same.
Because this world is originally attached to the Tianxuan world, the two have the same origin.
"Buzz——"
There was a roaring sound coming from the mine.
Cracks appeared on the stone wall.
There was a vibration coming from deep underground.
Taoist Dayan has obtained the Fire Marrow Spirit Crystal!
Han Muye's face showed joy.
But the next moment, a solemn look appeared on his face.
There are more than just two Half-Step Heaven Realms in this mine!
From the memory of the sword in his hand, he saw the third half-step heavenly figure.
This is an old man with an old face and a stooped body.
The elder of the Piaomiao Dao Sect named Ma Meng was about to expire, so he went into seclusion in the mine tunnel.
At this time, the mine veins vibrated, already alarming them.
"court death."
In the distance, an old voice came, and then the entire stone wall shook.
Han Muye's expression changed, he drew the long sword in his hand and rushed out of the mine tunnel.
The Half-Step Heaven Realm did not come to look for him, but directly took action to suppress Taoist Dayan who had penetrated into the earth veins.
If Han Muye hadn't taken action, Taoist Dayan would have been shocked to death in the earth's veins by this half-step heaven.
"Canglang——"
The body turned into a stream of light, and together with the sword light, it penetrated several mine tunnels, and Han Muye landed in a stone room with a radius of one hundred feet.
In this stone room, there is only an old man with white hair sitting cross-legged on the high platform in front.
"Haha, a sword cultivator from another world."
"I'll give you a chance to live and tell me where you come from."
The old man lowered his head and looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.
His tone was gentle, as if the practitioners killed by Han Muye before had nothing to do with him.
"A chance to survive?"
Looking at the old man sitting cross-legged on the stone platform, a bright sword light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.
In order to increase his lifespan, the elder of the Piaomiao Dao Sect named Ma Meng refined his soul with a practitioner from the Fire Source Realm and extracted the soul to replenish his lifespan.
These methods have been going on for hundreds of years.
He alone killed thousands of practitioners.
Such people have become possessed by demons.
Deserve to kill!
Han Muye raised his hand and pointed the Qingming Sword at Ma Meng.
"Stab-"
The man and sword merged into one and turned into the breeze. When Han Muye appeared again, he was already behind Ma Meng.
The sword in his hand was cut down directly.
This sword is extremely fast.
A trace of surprise flashed across the face of Ma Meng, who was sitting cross-legged, and a golden spiritual light rose around him, turning into a mask of light.
Han Muye's sword struck the light shield, causing a trembling stream of light.
"Haha, your swordsmanship is pretty good."
"It's a pity that the cultivation level is too weak."
Ma laughed fiercely, stretched out his palms, and a green light emitted from his palms, turning into the shadow of a black tiger, opening his mouth to roar.
The black tiger had wings on its back, and with a movement of its body, it crashed into Han Muye.
The speed was as fast as Han Muye just now.
This giant tiger is so powerful that even if a mountain peak is hit, it will turn into powder.
Seeing the giant tiger charging towards him, Han Muye did not hesitate to dodge. Behind him, the phantom shapes of wild bulls with long horns appeared.
"Roar--"
The shadows of the two white tigers merged with the long-horned bull, turning into a black bull that was several feet taller than the black tiger.
The black bull bumped into the black tiger, crushing it to pieces.
This blow shook the stone chamber of 100 feet, causing the rubble on the ceiling to fall.
Ma Meng flew up, holding a wooden staff in both hands, and raised his hand to hit Han Muye.
The wooden stick instantly turned into a green wolf and bit Han Muye's head.
Han Muye didn't move, and the Purple Flame Sword in his left hand stabbed diagonally, coming out from Qing Lang's jaw.
The sword light flashed, and an explosive halo shattered the green wolf.
Han Muye pointed his swords forward and stared at Ma Meng.
"Half-step to heaven?"
There was disdain in his eyes: "It turns out that he is just living on his last breath and is about to reach the end of his life."
In his eyes, murderous intent and fighting intent rose at the same time: "I want to try to see if I can kill someone who is in the Half-Step Heaven Realm."
He has killed more than one person in heaven.
But that's not all based on one's own combat power.
This time, he faced alone a Half-Step Heaven Realm who was approaching his lifespan and whose combat power had been reduced.
He wanted to kill people against the will of heaven without using his divine soul sword energy and only using his own sword skills.
This is an excellent opportunity to hone his sword skills.
"Haha, okay, I have practiced cultivation for thirteen hundred years and killed countless people." After hearing Han Muye's words, Ma Meng's eyes also turned bright and he stared at Han Muye closely.
"Let me see today how a little guy like an ant can kill me!"
Around Ma Meng, a fiery force like lava rose up and turned into a flaming sword.
As soon as the knife appeared, the surrounding air condensed instantly.
An extremely intense heat wave surged toward Han Muye.
On the top of Han Muye's head, a trace of Qi and blood was aroused and began to be depleted.
If Han Muye were not different from other practitioners of the same level with the power of a half-step heavenly expert, he would definitely not be able to withstand even one glance from him, let alone the long sword condensed by this natal magic.
Faced with this Half-Step Heavenly Realm overhaul, Han Muye did not wait.
The two swords crossed each other, and the fire dragon exploded and flew away.
A prairie fire.
The swordsmanship of starting a prairie fire is one of the most powerful swordsmanships in Han Muye's hands.
This swordsmanship can be used to fight in groups as well as alone. It is Han Muye's ultimate move.
"Well come."
Seeing the roar of the fire dragon, the horse gave a loud roar and slashed down with the long knife in his hand.
The sword is bright and steady.
This sword shows the style of a great monk.
Ma Meng must have been immersed in swordsmanship for hundreds of years.
"Stab-"
The fire dragon collided with the sword light, the sword light exploded, and the fire dragon was chopped into two pieces.
But the two sections of fire dragon did not dissipate, but turned into two ten-foot-long heavenly dragons, one rolled over and wrapped around the horse fiercely.
"The swordsmanship of Huoyuan Palace!"
Ma Meng's eyes widened and he let out a low voice.
Tianlong.
The Changing Swordsmanship of Tianlong.
This was originally the swordsmanship of Lieyang Palace School, but in Han Muye's hands, it turned into two dragons coming out together, intertwining yin and yang.
The originally blazing fire dragon was filled with ice-cold energy. After differentiation, the cold and heat collided, bringing out the power of yin and yang.
This kind of power is not strong enough to kill a great monk, but it can suppress him for a few breaths.
enough.
Han Muye released the sword in both hands, one hand behind his back and one hand pointing forward.
A suffocating sharp sword energy emanates.
Ma Meng's expression changed, and a golden light shield appeared on his body, protecting his whole body.
As soon as the mask appeared, Han Muye shouted.
"Wan Jian Gui Zong——"
In the mine, the sword energy was like waves.
Every sharp sword energy turned into a shadow.
The sword points forward, a shadow of hidden murderous intent.
All the sword light finally turned into a sword.
The sword light gathered in front of Han Muye.
In his palm, a sword pill appeared.
Seeing Jianwan, Ma Meng was shocked, struck the Yin Yang Tianlong sword light outside him with his hand, and then stepped back.
He retreated quickly, and Han Muye's sword pill was even faster.
The sword pill turned into a three-foot double-headed handleless sword, cutting through the void, knocking open a space three feet in front of him, and hitting Ma Meng's chest.
"drink--"
Ma Meng shouted loudly, and a golden cauldron appeared in front of him, blocking the sword light.
The sword light penetrated the cauldron, and the sword blade stabbed Ma Meng's chest three inches, drawing a streak of blood.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ma Meng laughed and reached out to catch the sword light.
But he didn't see a look of relief on Han Muye's face opposite him.
"Stab-"
A sword ball that had been hidden behind Ma Meng swiped with a swipe, directly shattering his neck.
"Bang——"
A gloomy spiritual light rushed out and dispersed in all directions.
resentment.
Rotten.
This was the resentment brought out by the souls of countless practitioners who had been refined by Ma Meng before and now scattered out.
It is because of these souls that Ma Meng can survive.
Otherwise, his lifespan would have been cut off long ago.
This is also the reason why Ma Meng's combat power is far inferior to that of the normal Half-Step Heaven Realm.
"ha--"
A foot-long shadow rushed out from Ma Meng's decayed body and hit Han Muye.
Nascent Soul.
No, this Ma Meng has expired and relies on the uncondensed Yuanying to survive. This Yuanying is actually dead.
corpse baby.
A vicious practice.
The art of transforming life and death.
Ma Meng only dared to huddle in this fire-rich mine tunnel, just to cover up his own death aura.
This corpse baby rushed towards Han Muye just to take possession of Han Muye's body.
The method of Nascent Soul seizing the body is often found in the world of spiritual practice.
"town--"
Han Muye shouted in a low voice, and the awe-inspiring energy on his body turned into large golden characters, blocking the corpse baby.
So angry!
As soon as this breath came out, the corpse baby's body seemed to fall into boiling water, and the gray air was scattered.
Not only the corpse baby, but also the dissipated resentment in the surrounding space was also directly refined by Haoran Qi, turning into cyan spiritual energy and dissipated.
After refining the resentment, Han Muye could feel that his own awe-inspiring energy became much more dignified.
The divine light in his eyes became even deeper.
In front of him, the corpse infant suppressed by the golden characters slowly faded away, and the death energy within it dissipated.
"Buzz——"
A sword pill appeared and crushed the faint Nascent Soul shadow into pieces.
The soul and powerful power were absorbed by Jianwan and temporarily stored there.
Taking a deep breath, Han Muye looked forward.
In the previous battle, he did not use the Soul Sword, nor did he use the sword intention in the Qi Sea.
Relying solely on the sword intent in his Dantian and the power of two sword pills, he was able to kill a person who was in the Half-Step Heaven Realm.
Even if this Half-Step Heaven Realm has only empty airs and no strength, he can still be regarded as Half-Step Heaven Realm, right?
Han Muye raised his hand, and a small jade-colored bag hanging on Ma Meng's waist fell into his hand.
His spiritual thoughts penetrated into it, and a joyful expression flashed across his face.
This small bag contains hundreds of thousands of fire marrow stones neatly.
Among them, there are thousands of pieces of extremely high-quality and valuable Fire Essence.
A huge sum of money.
"Click——"
"Boom——"
The entire mine tunnel was shaking continuously, and pieces of gravel fell.
The fire power that originally escaped in the veins began to converge.
The fire color on the stone wall began to fade.
This is the reason why the Fire Marrow Spirit Crystal was taken away.
Taoist Dayan succeeded.
"boom--"
The stone chamber collapsed, and Han Muye's figure moved and rushed out.
Flying in mid-air, mountains collapsed below.
Some of those fiery red halos were scattered and some were buried.
This mine is ruined.
Below, the figure of Taoist Dayan flew out, followed by dozens of figures behind him, with auras and sword lights waving.
"Help--"
Daoist Daoyan called out timidly.
If these sword lights and auras collided with reality, his little soul power would definitely be shattered.
Even if he doesn't die, there will only be a little dim shadow left.
Seeing his embarrassed look, Han Muye laughed, waved his hand, and a sword pill turned into virtual light.
Hide empty.
The swordsmanship of hiding in the air is the swordsmanship of Yuan Tianjianzun back then.
Oyan's body trembled, his eyes fixed on the sword light.
The sword pill turned into an illusion and circled around the big rock. When it flashed, it brought out a puff of blood.
No one can block this sword light.
No one can see through the rules of this sword light.
All the people from the Piaomiao Dao Sect who were pursuing them stopped, hanging in the air, not daring to step forward.
"boom--"
In the distance, the exploding sword light collided with the spiritual light, making a roar like thunder.
The bursting flames illuminated the sky.
Han Muye knew that this was Patriarch Tao Ran reminding him to leave quickly. The two Half-Step Heaven Realm masters had already turned around with all their strength.
With a long laugh, Han Muye stretched out his hand to recall Jianwan. Jianwan led Taoist Dayan, and his body turned into the breeze, condensed into sword light, and passed across the sky.
The light of the sword can travel thousands of miles in one breath, and no one can catch up with it.
Flying with a sword is one of the fastest speeds in time, not to mention Han Muye's flying escape with a sword pill, which contains the space power brought by the Hidden Sky Swordsmanship.
"You, Han Muye, how long have you been practicing his swordsmanship?" Taoist Dayan, who turned into a breeze, asked.
how long?
Han Muye chuckled and said, "About a year."
Barely a year.
"One year..."
Taoist Dayan was silent for a long time before he whispered: "Han Muye, when one day you surpass him, I will recognize you as my master."
More than Yuan Tianjian Zun?
Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.
Of course he must surpass Yuan Tianjian Zun.
"Haha, boy Han, did you succeed?"
Ahead, Ancestor Tao Ran greeted us with a long smile.
At some point, he had escaped from the pursuit of two people of the same rank and arrived here.
Han Muye turned his head and looked at Taoist Dayan.
