233, The fourth sword pill (2/2 5,000-word chapter)
"The hilt of the sword is worn, which shows that he is a very diligent swordsman."
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he whispered.
"Look at the angle of carrying the sword. The posture of carrying the sword is very conducive to drawing the sword."
Han Muye's eyes showed a hint of depth, and he said softly: "The angle of the sword is mainly slashing and slashing, and most of them are sword moves that kill with one blow."
His voice was calm, and the sword energy lingered around the old man opposite him.
When Han Muye finished all his words, the old man's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.
At this moment, Han Muye suddenly spoke again.
"There is evil energy in the sword, which kills many people."
"The qi and blood are integrated with the sword qi. If you are not modifying swordsmanship, you must be specializing in the killing method."
"With such swordsmanship, he should be a master at Zhehuatang."
Zhehuatang.
"Canglang"
The sword in the old man's hand was unsheathed, and with icy murderous intent, he stabbed Han Muye in the chest.
The sword light was extremely fast, and in a flash, it had already arrived.
Han Muye stared at the sword's edge and his body shape shifted slightly.
"Zhehuatang's swordsmanship is supposed to be more about assassinations than open attacks. You are waiting for me here because you are extremely confident in your own swordsmanship."
Passing by the old man, Han Muye's voice sounded again.
But the old man stood in the void, trembling all over, not daring to move at all.
There was a scar under his armpit, straight through his chest and abdomen!
On Han Muye's left hand, there was a purple dagger with blood dripping from it.
"Do you know why I spared your life?"
Han Muye turned around and landed in front of the old man. He raised his hand and used his sword to remove the mask from the old man's face, revealing a face full of scars.
The old man's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.
That sword strike just now, the icy edge of the sword pierced his chest and abdomen. If the other party hadn't wanted to save his life, it would have completely cut off his heart veins.
Who can resist such swordsmanship?
He couldn't figure out why Han Muye would leave him alive.
Han Muye raised his hand and made a move.
Behind him, Yunlong transformed into Zhao Yunlong wearing white clothes.
"Owner."
Zhao Yunlong bowed.
"You go back with him to see Tang Yunhao."
Zhao Yunlong nodded and turned into a long sword, landing in front of Han Muye.
Han Muye looked at the old man and said, "Tang Yunhao is the Broken Sword."
Tang Yunhao, nicknamed Broken Sword in Zhehuatang, is one of the most popular killers in Zhehuatang recently.
The old man's eyes fell on the sword in front of him.
This is a sword.
Magic sword!
In the cultivation world of Western Xinjiang, there are only legends about magic weapons, and no one has ever seen a magic weapon that can truly transform into a human form.
Today, such a sword actually appeared in front of me.
Moreover, he had to take it to Zhehuatang himself and hand it over to Duan Jian.
Give it to him for what?
The old man's eyes widened, he slowly raised his head and looked at Han Muye with rapid breathing.
What does he want to do!
"I think Broken Sword knows how to do it, right?"
Han Muye reached out and patted the old man's shoulder, chuckled, turned around and flew away.
Broken Sword knows how to do it?
Looking at the long sword in front of him, the old man took a deep breath, bowed and said: "Senior, this junior is willing to surrender to the banished immortal and serve the banished immortal."
Duanjian is the one who was banished to immortal by Han, why can't he surrender?
With this magical sword in hand, who else in Zhehuatang can compete with Broken Sword?
Not even the master of Zhehua Hall can do it!
"Let's go."
In the Yunlong Sword, Zhao Yunlong's voice came faintly.
The old man quickly held the sword in both hands and flew away.
If you take this sword back to Zhehuatang, you will be destined for a bloody storm!
Han Muye asked him to take the Yunlong Sword to Zhehuatang and hand it over to Tang Yunhao, so that Tang Yunhao could take over Zhehuatang.
Han Muye had not used Tang Yunhao much before, so there was no need for him.
Now he wants to occupy the old site of Lieyang Palace and do business in swords, elixirs, and various other things. He needs the manpower of Tang Yunhao and those from Zhehua Hall.
For those who are accustomed to the assassination business, it is not difficult to switch to other businesses.
With the Yunlong Sword Technique and the sword weapon, Tang Yunhao can definitely sweep through Zhehuatang.
"Aren't you afraid of being intercepted and killed if you don't take that guy Zhao Yunlong with you?" Taoist Dayan's voice came from the side of Han Muye as he flew away in the breeze.
Zhao Yunlong is a magic weapon, imbued with sword intent, and his combat power can block half a step from the heavenly realm.
With this sword protecting him, Han Muye can return to Jiuxuan Mountain safely.
Without this sword, there would probably be many more twists and turns along the way.
"Why, do you think I don't have the ability to fight all the way back to Jiuxuan Mountain?"
Han Muye chuckled.
Taoist Dayan said nothing.
Because several figures have already appeared in front of them.
Han Muye laughed, and the Qingming Sword in his hand shone brightly, turning into ten feet of sword energy.
There were flames lingering in the sword light, which was clearly the sword technique used by Yu Longsheng before.
The figures opposite didn't expect Han Muye to draw his sword without saying a word, unable to react at all.
Some of them retreated in a hurry, while others drew their swords to meet them, and they were in chaos.
Han Muye was no longer too lazy to bother with these methods. He just swept the sword light and knocked away the long swords that were coming towards him. Then the sword light chased those who retreated and knocked them off the clouds.
"You're still a bit tender, practice more."
The sound was still there, and the person had already flown into the sky.
The young practitioners who were blocking the way retrieved their swords, flew onto the clouds, and looked into the distance, their faces changing from green to red.
"Hmph, it's just that my swordsmanship is better..." Someone gritted his teeth and whispered.
"That swordsmanship seems to be the swordsmanship of Dangyang Palace. I have seen it before." Someone's eyes flashed and he said, "This swordsman banished immortal is really talented in swordsmanship."
Someone shook his head and hung up his sword: "Let's go. After meeting such a person today, we can't neglect our practice in the future."
After everyone dispersed, two figures appeared in the same place.
"It's amazing..." The old man in green robe watched Han Muye leave and sighed softly.
"Haha, he knew that you and I were on the side, so he didn't do anything serious." Another old man with a white beard shook his head and said with a smile: "It's good to let these boys practice, knowing that there are people out there."
Hearing his words, the old man in green robe nodded and said: "In swordsmanship, he is indeed the best among the younger generation."
"It's just that this time, I, the Kawagoe Sword Sect, have accepted his favor, and I will still have to repay this favor in the future."
The two of them whispered as they flew to follow the young practitioners.
Along the way, Han Muye encountered many challenges, most of which were defeated by his swords.
In one day, he flew thousands of miles and fought twenty-one battles in a row.
At sunset, he landed on a mountain cliff in the wilderness, lit a bonfire, then took out the formation disk and set up an invisible formation for protection.
After doing this, he took out an elixir and drank it, then slowly adjusted his breathing.
Taoist Dayan turned into a breeze and hid behind him.
Although there was no real master in today's continuous battle, having to flee thousands of miles away and fighting again and again made Han Muye very tired and consumed a lot of his spiritual energy.
The loss is great, and the gain is also great.
Today he saw dozens of elites from various factions in Western Xinjiang take action.
These people have the confidence to stop him, so naturally their methods are not bad.
The young palace master of Dangyang Palace's sword aura was about to condense into sword intent.
The black-robed old man in Zhehuatang has reached the level of Earth Realm Enlightenment.
Although the battles with these people only happened occasionally, Han Muye gained a lot from the training in the battles.
When fighting with others, you have to go all out in every game.
"when"
There was a soft sound, and a short sword hung half a foot away in front of Han Muye.
There was a faint flash of light on the dagger, and a hint of cold sword energy seemed to be coming out of the body.
"I'm just saying, how can it be possible for a swordsman to banish an immortal without any means of survival in the wilderness." A middle-aged man wearing a long-sleeved green robe strode over.
He arrived in front of Han Muye's formation, raised his hand, put away his dagger, and tore open the faint light curtain, then walked to the bonfire and sat down.
"I am Zhang Yangyu from the Sushan Taoist Sect. You should have heard of my name."
The middle-aged swordsman held the dagger in his hand and looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded and said, "It turns out to be Senior Zhang."
Zhang Yangyu has an interesting name in Xijiang, Zhang Yangyu.
He has several daggers in his hands, and his swordsmanship is transformed into a flying sword. When the sword is raised, the sword light around him is like a swimming fish.
In Han Muye's opinion, this method is more like a sword pill.
Zhang Yangyu's cultivation level is already at the eighth level of the Golden Core. He has superb swordsmanship and is considered a famous swordsman in Western Xinjiang.
The Sushan Dao Sect behind him is extraordinary in strength, only inferior to the Nine Sects.
"You are extremely talented in swordsmanship, and you are in charge of the sword pavilion, so you must have many hidden methods that outsiders don't know about." Zhang Yangyu glanced from behind Han Muye and said softly.
Hidden means?
You mean, Taoist Dayan who turned into the breeze?
Taoist Dayan did not speak.
He felt that he might not be qualified to be Han Muye's hidden method.
"Senior, you're here to find me, aren't you just trying to find out what I'm like?" Han Muye chuckled softly and took out a small gourd.
The gourd contained sad wine. Before Li San left, he told Han Muye the brewing recipe and asked him to brew it himself.
The taste is still the same, and it can also refine the sword energy.
It's just that without Li San and Lu Shi, and without guys like Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan, the wine doesn't have the original taste.
Han Muye rarely drinks this wine now.
Taking a sip of wine, he put the small gourd back into his arms.
"Haha, I came to see you because I want to cooperate with you and plan the ranking of the nine sects." Zhang Yangyu looked at Han Muye, smiled, and then the dagger in his hand flashed with light.
"But I'm more interested in your swordsmanship."
As soon as the words fell, the sword light rose.
The dagger was only separated by three feet of space and stabbed into Han Muye's neck instantly.
If this sword had struck, it would have penetrated directly through the neck.
Just as the sword light was rising, Zhang Yangyu had already moved and retreated ten feet away.
Behind him, the Purple Flame Sword glowed with dim purple light, almost piercing him.
"Good means." Zhang Yangyu shouted lowly, raised his hand and made a move. Nine daggers lined up in a row. The light of the swords reflected the bonfire, suppressing the heat in the flames.
Before Han Muye could make a move, the Purple Flame Sword had turned into a crescent moon and drawn an arc.
"when"
A short sword blocked the Purple Flame Sword.
As soon as the two swords touched, Zhang Yangyu's expression changed slightly, and another dagger flew out, blocking him on the other side.
"Stab"
The purple flame sword flying diagonally appeared on the side of the dagger and crossed over.
At this moment, the Purple Flame Sword was like a living meteor, jumping around Zhang Yangyu.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Zhang Yangyu's eyes burst out with light, he stared at the dagger and said solemnly: "Your Xixian sword skills are more proficient than those used by the elders of the Yuehua Sword Sect."
"This kind of talent is truly terrifying."
While he was talking, the sword around him was not idle.
A short sword collided with the Purple Flame Sword, knocking the Purple Flame Sword away by a foot.
At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled: "The swordsmanship of my Sushan Dao Sect is not much worse than that of the Yuehua Sword Sect."
"With this sword skill"
Before he finished speaking, Han Muye suddenly said: "Who said I used the swordsmanship of the Yuehua Sword Sect?"
Not the swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect?
Zhang Yangyu was stunned.
I am good at using flying swords, and I still have nine flying swords coming out at the same time.
Han Muye also competed with him with flying swords, which shows that he is an extremely proud man.
The more proud a person is, the less likely he is to lie.
Not necessary.
Han Muye said it wasn't the Yuehua Sword Sect's swordsmanship, so it definitely wasn't.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yangyu's expression suddenly changed drastically.
I used the method of Kenmaru Yushi.
Then Han Muye must also use this method!
Just when his heart moved, the purple flame sword in front of him had disappeared.
When he reappeared, the sword was held at his neck.
"Zangkong..."
Zhang Yangyu mechanically turned his head and looked at Han Muye.
This sword must be the legendary flying sword technique that can transcend space and imprison, and can take people's heads from thousands of miles away, hiding in the sky.
This swordsmanship has long been lost in Western Xinjiang.
"Senior has good eyesight and can even recognize the swordsmanship of Tibetan Sky."
Han Muye smiled, stretched out his hand, and the Purple Flame Sword fell into his hand.
He looked up at Zhang Yangyu and said softly: "I am very interested in the sword pills collected by seniors."
Jianwan!
Before Zhang Yangyu showed up, Taoist Dayan had already reminded Han Muye.
Another sword pill appears.
Han Muye also didn't expect that Zhang Yangyu would have a sword pill in his hand.
However, he just had a sword duel with Zhang Yangyu, and he found that Zhang Yangyu's swordsmanship indeed had many shadows of Yushi Jianwan.
But this method is still superficial.
Looking at Han Muye, the expression on Zhang Yangyu's face changed. After a long time, he whispered: "If you want sword pills, you can use Zangkong Swordsmanship in exchange."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a sapphire-like sword pill.
Hidden Sky Swordsmanship, replace it with this sword pill.
Han Muye's eyes fell on Jianwan, shook his head and said: "No."
Zhang Yangyu frowned, and just as he was about to speak out, Han Muye said again: "Even if I teach you the Hidden Sky Sword Technique, you won't be able to master it."
Without understanding Zhou Tian's swordsmanship and the principles of sword formation, Zhang Yangyu couldn't figure out the clues to this swordsmanship at all.
Cultivation in the world depends on qualifications, but more importantly, understanding and talent.
Some people's upper limit is right there.
"However, I can correct the shortcomings of your own swordsmanship for you." Han Muye looked at Zhang Yangyu and said softly: "Actually, Senior Zhang, your nine swords can be simplified into three swords."
Nine swords turned into three swords.
Make the complex simple.
After seeing Zhang Yangyu's sword-wielding skills, Han Muye could only say that the Nine-Handed Sword was too forced.
On the other hand, the three-handled sword, borrowing from the Three-Star Sword Formation, exerted much more powerful combat power.
Hearing Han Muye's words, Zhang Yangyu, holding the sword pill in his hand, pondered.
This sword pill is in his hand, although he has understood some mastering techniques and incorporated them into his own swordsmanship.
But the real effect is not much.
In turn, Han Muye said that he would help him streamline his sword skills and turn nine swords into three swords, which really moved his heart.
He himself knows the shortcomings of his swordsmanship.
If you really can turn nine swords into three swords, your own combat power will definitely double.
But, can you believe Han Muye’s words?
Is there really such a way to banish an immortal in swordsmanship?
Seeing Zhang Yangyu's hesitation, Han Muye raised his hand, and three phantom sword lights flashed, split into three directions, and the sword lights were vertical and horizontal.
Each of these three swords has a different path.
But if you are in it, you will be unable to resist the sword light.
This swordsmanship is much better than Zhang Yangyu's nine-sword attack.
The sword light flashed, and the three sword energies disappeared.
A jade slip appeared in Han Muye's hand.
"Senior, do you want to replace this swordsmanship with sword pills?"
To change or not to change?
After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yang smiled and said: "There are many birds in the forest, it is better to have one bird in your hand. If you change it, I will change it."
He raised his hand and threw the sword pill towards Han Muye.
Taoist Daoyan appeared in a flash and raised his hand to catch the sword pill.
"Wu Su."
He spoke softly.
Following his voice, the sword pill vibrated happily.
This scene made Zhang Yangyu's eyes twitch slightly.
This sword pill had been in his hand for countless years and had been silent. He handed it over unexpectedly and felt an immediate reaction.
Could it be that this swordsman who banished immortals is really the one destined to be destined?
Shaking his head, taking a breath, and no longer looking at Jianwan, he walked up to Han Muye and said, "Han Banxian, my Sushan Dao Sect is willing to form an alliance with the Jiuxuan Sword Sect and conspire to take over the position of the nine sects."
…
A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Yangyu flew away.
Han Muye didn't chat much with him.
The alliance Zhang Yangyu sought was not something Han Muye had to worry about.
Zhang Yangyu came to see Han Muye just to deliver a message and express his attitude.
Originally, Zhang Yangyu came to explore Han Muye's cultivation methods. If he felt that Han Muye was not strong enough, he could still escort him for a while as a favor.
As a result, he felt that his ideas were redundant.
In a real fight, he might not be Han Muye's opponent.
The swordsmanship of this young leader is simply unimaginable.
After Zhang Yangyu left, Taoist Dayan handed the sword pill in his hand to Han Muye.
"This sword pill is called Wusu, and it is also one of the sword pills in his Zhoutian Sword Formation."
Taoist Daoyan showed a complicated look on his face and whispered: "Actually, there are not many sword pills circulating in Western Xinjiang. Apart from him, there are very few people who can guide sword pills to the realm of transformation."
Sword Pills and Warm-nurturing Envoys consume a lot of spiritual energy and sword energy, and are difficult for ordinary practitioners to learn and master.
When they reach advanced levels of cultivation, most people give up on sword pills.
Only a strong man like Sword Master Yuan Tian can create a sword formation with sword pills, and his combat power can dominate the world.
The sword pill in his hand is of high enough grade and will not decay for thousands of years.
Han Muye stretched out his hand and took the sword pill. He saw that the sword pill was like sapphire, warm and round, with a faint spiritual light shining on it.
Holding the sword pill, a sword energy was quietly poured into it.
A picture appeared in Han Muye's mind.
The forging process is the same as other sword pills, and the tempering methods are also the same.
The sword pill entered the hands of Yuan Tianjian Zun and followed him across the world without leaving a trace.
Every time I watch the life scenes of Sword Master Yuan Tian, it always makes my blood boil.
If you are extremely skilled in swordsmanship, you can conquer the world.
This kind of unfettered practice is the most enjoyable.
Only such people can be considered true sword cultivators.
"Buzz"
The sword pill rang softly, and a faint sword energy swirled around.
This sword pill has been cultivated by Zhang Yang Yu Wen for many years, but a lot of sword energy has been poured into it.
Someone from Sushan Daozong had warmed this sword pill before.
The scene flashed, and Han Muye learned the swordsmanship of Yuan Tian Sword Master using his sword pill to pass through and kill people.
Understand the swordsmanship and point the stars.
"call out"
Han Muye raised his hand, and the sword pill flashed, screaming, and crashed ten feet away.
"Bang"
In the darkness ten feet away, a figure was directly knocked out a hundred feet away.
Swordsmanship, point star.
The Royal Sword Pill can travel hundreds of miles in an instant, and one blow is like the collision of stars, weighing more than ten thousand junctures!
Taoist Dayan looked at the flash of sword light with a complicated look on his face, and whispered: "Is this a point star? Can you really understand his sword skills?"
A hundred feet away, the green-robed old man who was knocked out showed a trace of horror on his face, looking at the sword pill hanging in the air.
"Han's method of banishing immortals is truly as extraordinary as the legend says."
"He is indeed the great enemy of Fengling Sword Sect."
"No wonder Zhang Chengzong wanted to ask me to take action."
