Han Muye raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him.
"Senior is so sure that he can kill me, why do you even dare to tell me the name of Sect Master Zhang?"
"Also, I'm very curious. If the Jindan of Lingdao Sect can't be banned, is it really a piece of waste paper?"
This old man just blocked Jianwan's point-and-star strike, and he was obviously a master of the golden elixir.
Then he looked confident, as if he was going to kill Han Muye today.
Jin Dan took action and violated Lingdao Sect's prohibition, and he was really not afraid of investigation.
"If you kill an outsider, maybe the Lingdao Sect will investigate and kill you as Han Banxian. I'm afraid the Lingdao Sect will be happy to see it happen." The expression on the old man's face turned calm and he slowly stepped forward.
"As for whether I can kill you, it depends on how skilled you are as Han Banxian."
After finishing speaking, the old man raised his hand, and a green aura shone from his palm, suddenly covering it.
The spiritual light was so bright that it turned into a pillar of light, directly covering Han Muye's body for hundreds of feet.
"Teleportation Formation?"
Han Muye frowned and was about to fly away when he felt light all over.
Looking again, I have landed in a dark valley.
The valley is surrounded by rugged cliffs and is covered with dead bones.
Han Muye fell into the valley, and the wild wolves and mountain cats that were foraging among the piles of dead bones turned to look at them, their eyes filled with blood.
"Roar--"
A wild wolf flew towards Han Muye.
"Stab-"
Han Muye's sword flashed in front of him, and the wild wolf was torn in half.
Then, a violent energy poured into Han Muye's body.
When this breath entered his body, Han Muye's expression changed slightly.
"Be careful, everything here is caused by resentment." Taoist Dayan looked solemn and appeared beside Han Muye.
Looking around, he whispered: "You'd better not take action, otherwise you will cause too much resentment and your soul will go awry."
resentment.
This wild wolf is not a real entity at all, but a manifestation of resentment.
After killing the wild wolf, resentment will seep into the body.
If ordinary mortals couldn't bear this resentment, once it entered the body, it would probably cause the mind to lose control and turn into madness.
Even a practitioner can feel agitated.
Taoist Dayan was nervous because of this reason.
The resentment is very unexplainable.
But for Han Muye, it was just resentment.
The Red Dust Curse in his divine treasure shone brightly, and the golden aura of awe-inspiring flowed through his body.
All the resentment was refined and turned into pale golden aura.
Unfortunately, there are too few.
A strand, less than a hair.
Han Muye raised his head and looked into the distance. There were not only wild wolves, but also various broken bodies slowly coming towards him.
Some are the skeletons of monsters and beasts, and some are human bodies.
They are all covered in gray and black, and their eyes are blood-red.
Gently raising his sword, Han Muye's eyes sparkled.
"Do you think-" Taoist Dayan exclaimed, but before he could finish his words, Han Muye had already flown out.
"Stab-"
The long sword was swung out, the sword light was clear and sharp.
The sword light swept across, and all the bodies transformed by resentment within a thousand feet were turned into powder.
Then the gray-black resentment was like a long dragon, crashing into Han Muye's body and wrapping him up in it.
"It's over..."
Taoist Dayan showed a trace of confusion on his face and whispered softly.
He couldn't see that Han Muye's eyes, which were wrapped in resentment, were filled with golden light.
"Practice in the world, the sword is sharp, the spiritual way is inaction, Buddhism has great aspirations, Confucianism and Taoism control the world."
"Demons and devils can only bow their heads in front of Confucianism and Taoism."
"No wonder Wen Xiang has been able to rule Zhongzhou for thousands of years."
Han Muye raised his hand, and golden awe-inspiring energy emerged from his fingertips.
"We practitioners should not be afraid of all evil spirits, but should have obsessions and awe in our hearts."
Raising his hand, his fingertips turned into a line of text: No regrets in this life, no resentments in the next life.
"boom--"
The eight big characters exploded instantly and turned into a golden stream of light, shattering all the black resentment.
Then the golden halo swallowed up the resentment and turned it into awe-inspiring energy.
These resentments were like boiling, with a faint jade-white halo dissipating.
In these halos, there are figures one after another.
There are people, there are beasts, there are monsters, there are demons.
"Bang——"
All the halo dissipated, and the resentment turned into golden light, which fell back to Han Muye's body, dyeing his whole body golden.
"Haoran Qi..." Taoist Dayan opened his eyes wide and whispered in disbelief: "This guy has cultivated Haoran Qi to such an extent. Is it because he wants to be Wen Mo Sheng's personal disciple?"
"Back then, he and Wen Mo Sheng had been fighting for many years. Now, his descendant has cultivated Haoran Qi. It's really fate..."
Taoist Dayan sighed and whispered, his body shook on the spot, and then turned into the breeze.
When the golden light around Han Muye disappeared, he looked up and saw that he was still in the same place in the mountains and the bonfire in front of him had not yet burned out.
There is no teleportation array, just a confusing array.
How can there be an array expert in Western Xinjiang who can arrange a teleportation array?
In the entire Tianxuan world, there are not many people who can do this.
But this maze is no ordinary maze.
Han Muye raised his head and looked forward.
At this time, the old man who blocked the road before was sitting cross-legged in front, his whole body was black and blue, and he was dead.
This is the backlash of resentment.
But he didn't die because of the backlash of resentment.
There was a bone-piercing sword mark on his chest.
Three feet away, a female cultivator wearing a white robe and a red brocade on her head stood there, looking like a white crane.
"The swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect."
His eyes fell on the deep mark on the Taoist's chest, and Han Muye said softly: "I would also like to thank the fairy for taking action."
"You have some skills in swordsmanship and banishing immortals."
After hearing his words, the female cultivator said coldly.
There was a halo as clear as moonlight in her eyes, which fell on Han Muye, and then she said lightly: "It is said that you are extremely talented in swordsmanship, and you have also practiced the swordsmanship of my Yuehua Sword Sect."
"My master said that you are the key to the alliance between our Yuehua Sword Sect and Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
"I want to see if you have the qualifications."
Before he finished speaking, a full moon rose behind Han Muye.
The moonlight is cold and cold, and the radiance it casts seems to freeze people.
The clear moonlight adds a lot of vitality to the night.
It’s just that this agility cannot be truly appreciated, it is a sword light that can make people’s souls fly away!
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Han Muye raised his head and looked at the female monk: "I heard that Yuehua Sword Sect Yuanyue is the direct descendant of the sect leader. It seems that the fairy is Wanyue, the young sect leader of Yuehua Sword Sect."
Wanyue, the young master of Yuehua Sword Sect, has extremely strong swordsmanship and is a famous female cultivator among her peers.
This woman once had a duel with Sun Jinshi of the Taiyi Sword Sect and was victorious.
Some people say that Sun Jinshi held back in this battle, while others say that Wanyue did not try her best in this battle.
But no matter what, everyone knows that Wanyue's swordsmanship is at the forefront among the young people in Western Xinjiang.
"Please take the sword from Immortal Han." Wan Yue shouted lowly, and the sword light shone directly behind Han Muye.
Yuanyue Swordsmanship follows the path of grandeur.
The light of the sword suppresses people with great force. Even in the dark night, there is still light.
The sword light moved, and Han Muye's figure also moved.
He turned around, raised his hand and struck a sword, cutting off the light in front of him, and then retreated several feet away.
Seeing his attack, Wan Yue frowned and reached out to point out.
Such methods are not worthy of the name of banishing an immortal.
The full moon flickered and appeared above Han Muye again.
This time, the moonlight was extremely cold.
A wisp of cold light froze Han Muye's body and soul in place.
The full moon not only destroys the physical body, but also illuminates the soul.
This sword cannot be used by anyone other than the Earth Realm Qishen.
Han Muye looked at the full moon with his eyes, and images of sword lights flashed in his mind.
"Activated by the power of the divine soul and based on the sword's intention, this sword is quite interesting."
"However, such a sword should not be wielded by Qishen. It is best if it is a perfect sword!"
Han Muye narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and a sword light that was exactly like the full moon above his head appeared.
Full moon!
This sword move made Wanyue stunned.
Just by looking at one move, you can understand the key to this swordsmanship. Is there really such a person in the world who is so talented in swordsmanship?
Is this the true level of swordsmanship?
Without hesitation, Wan Yue displayed her sword skills with her fingers, and Yuan Yue pressed down directly.
Han Muye's full moon was chopped into pieces.
It turned out that it was just a false pretense.
Wanyue felt relieved.
That is, you can understand the swordsmanship just by watching it once. How can there be such talented people in the world?
"Haha, the moon is full and waning. A full moon is not as good as a waning moon."
At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.
If the moon is full, it will be in loss!
I saw Han Muye's chopped-up bright moon, one of which was as bright as day, and the other of which was only the waning moon of Emei.
The bright moon in the daytime emits radiance, which is all the power of the soul, shining through the void, causing the bright moon in Wan Yue to vibrate, and it seems that it cannot stop the intrusion of its power.
The vibration of the bright moon also made Wanyue tremble all over, her soul was involved, and her eyesight blurred.
At this moment, her whole body was filled with coldness and she retreated subconsciously.
But, it's already too late.
The waning moon of Emei drew an arc beside her, passed through her armpits, brushed against her chest, and then dissipated.
In the sky, two full moons disappeared.
Wanyue stood where she was, staring at Han Muye.
Han Muye knew that the young master of Yuehua Sword Sect would find it difficult to accept this result.
After all, he defeated Wanyue with the swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect.
"Fairy Wanyue, your Yuehua Sword Sect's swordsmanship is very profound. Whether it is the Full Moon Swordsmanship or the Waning Moon Swordsmanship, they are all——"
Before Han Muye had finished speaking, Wanyue had already said calmly: "Han Banxian, don't you know that there are some places on a woman's body that cannot be touched?"
bump?
When did I touch it?
Didn't I just cut a few belts with the sword turned by my spiritual thoughts, and then walked around wiping my oily skin?
Don't say it, it's quite, quite...
"Ahem, I'm sorry, I was careless." Han Muye nodded, his expression unchanged: "I should just kill someone."
Wanyue snorted and raised her hand to put a gray robe on her body.
There was no way, Han Muye's sword had just cut off some key belts.
"Han Banxian, my Yuehua Sword Sect wants to return to the nine sects." Wanyue wrapped her body and looked at Han Muye: "The previous disputes between our two sects can be wiped out."
After saying that, she turned and left without waiting for Han Muye to speak.
Just convey an attitude.
The real deal cannot be negotiated between Wanyue and Han Muye.
Originally, the leader of Yuehua Sword Sect asked Wanyue to protect Han Muye back to Jiuxuan Mountain.
Now, Wanyue really doesn't have the courage to stay.
The feeling of the cold sword light grazing her body made her feel a little hot, so she had better leave quickly.
Why does this method of swordsmanship to banish immortals need outsiders to protect it?
Seeing Wanyue leaving, Han Muye shook his head, raised his hand and clapped his hands, and the body of the old man in black robe sitting cross-legged in front of the bonfire turned into nothingness.
The old man's body has been completely consumed by resentment, and what he sees now is just an empty shell.
Too lazy to stay where he was, Han Muye's figure turned into sword light and flew thousands of miles before quietly landing on a cliff, and then set up a protective formation to cover up his aura.
With the elixir and spiritual stone in his hand, rays of spiritual light surrounded his body.
Feeling the surge of spiritual energy in his veins, he couldn't wait to refine the Nine Turns Cloud Lotus Pill.
If the cultivation qualifications are now raised to the extreme, the spiritual energy in these veins should be restrained and refined, so that much of it will not escape into the physical body and slowly settle.
The spiritual energy cultivation was running, and in Han Muye's palm, Jianwan Wusu appeared.
This is his fourth sword pill.
The sword light shook, and four sword pills appeared around him.
"Boy Han, his swordsmanship back then, Zangkong and Dianxing were all capable of killing people of the same level."
"The Three-Star Sword Formation is actually just a transition and is the basis for the Zhoutian Sword Formation."
Taoist Daoyan appeared, looked at the four sword pills above his head, and sighed with some regret: "His Four Elephant Sword Formation is the ultimate trick to kill enemies beyond the ranks."
"The green dragon and the white tiger, the red bird and the basalt, the power of the four elephants, suppresses all directions."
Turning to look at Han Muye, Taoist Dayan had a hint of enthusiasm in his eyes: "If you can complete his Four Elephant Sword Formation, in this Western Border, even the eighth level of the Golden Core, except for the Half-Step Heaven Realm, will not be able to stop you."
"But this sword formation is not that easy. Maybe after a hundred years of practice, you can master it."
"After all, it took him thirty years to master this swordsmanship—"
Taoist Dayan did not finish his words.
Because four sword pills interrupted his subsequent words.
Above Han Muye's head, the four sword pills turned into four sacred beasts and were divided around the town.
The blue dragon, its scales are green and gray, and its silvery white reveals the majesty of the world.
The white tiger is covered in silvery white, and the word "王" on its forehead shines with aura.
Suzaku, with a flaming red body and a dancing long tail, is surrounded by flames.
Xuanwu has four legs like cast iron, mysterious lines on its back, and its body is covered in gray and black.
The four sacred beasts suppress all directions.
An ominous force coming from the wilderness made even the smallest dust particles in the ten-foot-wide space freeze.
Taoist Dayan opened his mouth and widened his eyes, looking at the phantoms of the four divine beasts hanging above his head.
True, the Four Elephant Sword Formation.
"Actually, I'm very curious. Did Senior Sword Master Yuan Tian use the power of his soul to set up the Four Elephant Sword Formation, or did he actually cultivate Haoran Qi?" Han Muye said softly.
As his words fell, the four-image divine beasts that were originally blessed by the power of the silver-gray divine soul suddenly turned into gold.
The golden light shines like gold poured.
Condensing emptiness into reality!
At this moment, the four divine beasts seemed to come alive, with divine light flashing in their eyes.
However, this scene only lasted for a moment, as Han Muye raised his hand to close the Four Elephant Sword Formation.
It is possible to transform Haoran Qi into a sword array.
The power of the sword array mixed with Haoran Qi can be doubled.
It just consumes a lot of Haoran Qi.
If you don't really need it, don't waste your hard-earned energy.
According to Han Muye's knowledge, those Confucian and Taoist practitioners in Zhongzhou spent decades cultivating their Qi and refining their hearts, and it took them decades to cultivate even a little bit of Haoran Qi.
The ethereal and invisible vast energy is different from the spiritual energy practice method that can be practiced step by step.
Speaking of Haoran Qi cultivation, Han Muye's expression changed.
Just now, the awe-inspiring energy he obtained by refining his resentment is equivalent to a great scholar who has practiced hard for thirty years.
"The evil cultivator who set up the resentment formation should be someone from Black Spirit Valley, right?"
Han Muye said softly.
Taoist Dayan nodded and said: "It should be."
"In the Western Border cultivation world, they are the only ones who stand between good and evil, and they do whatever they want."
"I seem to have seen them perform this technique in Black Spirit Valley back then, which is based on resentment."
If you practice with resentment, where does the resentment come from?
kill.
To accumulate grudges by killing.
The old man from Black Spirit Valley just now had a lot of resentment accumulated from killing countless creatures.
If one person kills so many creatures, how many will the entire sect have to kill?
Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and a deep divine light flashed in his eyes.
"Sects like this should not remain in the world of spiritual practice."
Cultivating resentment by killing creatures, such vicious methods disgusted Han Mu in his ambition.
All living beings in the world are not said to be equal, but to harm them in such a way is such a practice that should not exist.
"Haha, there were some sects who wanted to destroy Black Spirit Valley back then, but the end result was nothing." Taoist Dayan laughed and shook his head.
"The Black Spirit Valley is said to be full of resentment, and it was the battlefield of the Western Xinjiang War in ancient times."
"The people of Black Spirit Valley generally don't have much interaction with practitioners from Western Xinjiang."
Looking at Han Muye, Taoist Dayan said in a low voice: "This time they are attacking you, not only because of the invitation from the Wind Spirit Sword Sect."
"Maybe they want to find a position among the nine sects in Western Xinjiang."
Nine factions in Western Xinjiang seek positions.
Western Xinjiang is undergoing great changes, Southern Wilderness forces are stationed, and the old nine sects are also about to change. It is normal for Black Spirit Valley to have ideas.
After all, the Nine Sects are not only famous, but also have various resources.
"Are they worthy of the position of the Nine Factions?"
Han Muye stood up, sword energy shining on his body.
Taoist Dayan was stunned and said hurriedly: "You, what do you want to do?"
The strength of Black Spirit Valley, even if it is not as good as the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, which is at the forefront of the nine sects in Western Xinjiang, is still qualified to enter the nine sects.
Among them, there are countless mysterious masters and strange cultivation methods.
"Such an evil sect should be punished by those who practice in Western Border."
Han Muye spoke loudly, then flew into the sky.
"Buzz——"
The sword light, with its shining brilliance, shines in the sky like a shooting star.
At this time, a faint morning glow appeared in the eastern sky.
Its daybreak.
"It's Han Banxian!"
"Where is Han Muye going? Isn't he going back to Jiuxuan Mountain?"
"Could it be that he feels he is unable to break back and is going to take a detour?"
…
Those who had been paying attention to Han Muye all exclaimed in low voices.
"Let's go and catch up." Someone's sword light rose.
"If Han Banxian doesn't have the heart to fight, then let me take his place!" Someone chuckled, and with the light of his sword, it roared into the sky.
Han Muye was in front of him with one sword, and behind him, several sword rays came after him.
Ahead, several sword lights greeted him.
"Han banished him to immortal, please stay for a while."
"Han Muye, take my sword."
"In the whereabouts of Lingdao Feng Shanci, I would like to ask Han Banxian for advice!"
The sword light collided in front of Han Muye.
Yesterday, many people blocked the road, and Han Muye was competing with them.
Although they lost to Han Muye, everyone gained something.
The exchange of swordsmanship with a strong swordsman is the most inspiring thing to do.
More people came to guard Han Muye today.
Whether it was for the purpose of making a name for themselves or because they really wanted to compete with him in swordsmanship, there were many more people coming to fight Han Muye today.
It's just that Han Muye doesn't want to get involved with them now.
He wants to do something.
Destroyed the Black Spirit Valley.
Then, he will no longer be polite to those who block the way.
"Here comes the sword."
The Qingming Sword was unsheathed and turned into a blue aura beside Han Muye.
On the other side, the purple purple flame sword turned into purple aura and flashed.
Two long and short swords with purple and green handles, ten feet away from Han Muye's side, flashed forward like wings of light.
"when--"
The Qingming Sword swept across the long sword in the hand of a sword cultivator, knocking him down into the sky.
On the other side, the purple flame sword flashed, grazing a young man's waist and cutting his belt.
quick.
In the world of swordsmanship, nine of the top ten are fast!
Before reaching the ultimate level of swordsmanship, it is enough to be able to spread the light of the sword so quickly that it becomes invisible.
"boom--"
The sword lights of the two swords met in mid-air and turned into a fire dragon.
The fire dragon swung its tail and knocked down the sword cultivators who fell behind.
But in an instant, Han Muye defeated more than a dozen strong swordsmen with one sword strike.
"It's so strong..."
Not far away, the young swordsman who stopped where he was spoke in a low voice.
"Why, are you scared?" Beside him, the eyes of the girl in green clothes were filled with fighting spirit.
"Afraid?" The young man laughed, turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards Han Muye.
"How can I, a sword cultivator, be afraid of battle?"
"The big deal——"
"Bang——"
The dissipated flames of the fire dragon exploded, wrapping the young man and smashing the cloud head down.
The girl in green clothes shook her head and said softly: "What I mean is, do you want to join forces?"
…
Traveling twenty-three thousand miles a day, the light of the sword killed seventy-two strong men.
Han Muye's achievements were as brilliant as the blazing sun.
