235, One sword shakes the western frontier (2/2 big chapter)
On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell of the main hall summoned the elders to discuss matters rang.
The sect leader Jin Ze, who had never shown up, personally presided over the discussion, and then several elders at the peak of Qishen in the Earth Realm went down the mountain and headed towards Han Muye.
Not only Jiuxuan Mountain, but also many other sects that aspire to the position of the nine sects in the Western Border, have strong men from the younger generation dispatched.
In the eyes of other sects, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect must be very meaningful.
The most likely thing is to sharpen the sword before rearranging the positions of the nine factions in Western Xinjiang.
To banish an immortal in the way of swordsmanship, young people from each sect in Western Xinjiang should be used to sharpen the sword before the nine sects are reorganized.
On this day, countless young and powerful men in Western Xinjiang left their sects.
On this day, hundreds of fighting took place in Western Xinjiang.
These young strong men from Western Xinjiang are not just looking for a fight with Han Muye.
When they meet each other, they will take action.
If they are equally matched, it is natural to make friends.
If you can't block other people's swords, you should go back to your own sect and practice for a few more years.
In three days, Han Muye flew 50,000 miles, fought 180 times in a row, and used his sword more than 500 times.
Not a single defeat.
According to some statistics, when Han Muye used his sword, he never repeated any sword moves.
Some people even say that when Han banishes the immortal sword, no one can stop the second sword.
The number one swordsman among young people in Western Xinjiang, his reputation is well-known.
On Jiuxuan Mountain, Tuoba Cheng frowned as he held the message jade slip that shone with light.
"What does this kid want to do?"
The nine factions are about to be reorganized. If you don’t hide your strength, is it because you don’t have enough opponents?
"Haha, do you think you can control him?" Kanze, who had silver hair as white as snow beside Tuoba Cheng, said with a smile.
"If you want to become the number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, how can you do it if you don't have a sharp edge?"
The number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang.
A trace of fighting spirit rose up in Tuoba Cheng's body, but was suppressed again.
He is extremely confident, talented and has a strong character.
But I don’t dare to expect to be the number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang.
He was very optimistic about Han Muye and felt that as long as he endured and practiced hard, he would eventually be able to soar into the sky.
But, not now.
"Don't think too much. In the final analysis, we still need our Jiuxuan Sword Sect to be strong enough."
Kanazawa's eyes were a little cloudy, but they looked wiser and deeper.
"As long as you step into the heavenly realm, all problems will be solved."
Jin Ze shook his head and said softly: "I really want to see how our Jiuxuan Sword Sect has a heavenly monk sitting in charge..."
Tuoba Cheng turned to look at him and said softly: "Actually, I can survive within a hundred years without this method."
Before he finished speaking, Kanazawa had already raised his hand: "A hundred years, who will give me a hundred years of Jiuxuan Sword Sect?"
Tuoba became silent.
In a few days, the spiritual practice world in Xijiang was extremely exciting.
The genius disciple of Taiyi Sword Sect defeated the sword cultivator who blocked the way with one sword and walked away.
The three young disciples of Lingdao Sect joined forces, and the ten of them were unable to block a move.
The young master of the Yuehua Sword Sect turned his sword into the moon and killed five practitioners who disrespected him.
Countless experts from various sects have sprung up.
In Luoyun Mountain, Du Feng, the young master of the Fengling Sword Sect, defeated the first direct descendant of the Three Flower Sword Sect with one sword, and even his guard master and the eighth level master of the Earth Realm Qishen were injured with three swords.
Du Feng's name immediately caught up with Han Muye.
Infernal Dao Sect, the eighth of the original nine sects in Western Xinjiang, ranks slightly higher than the original Tailing Sword Sect.
In the battle at Yunchaoling, the Infernal Affairs Sect suffered a lot of losses, and many sects were interested in knocking it out of the Nine Sects.
But on this day, Duan Yihong of the Infernal Taoist Sect defeated three Earth Realm Qishen with one sword. He traveled thousands of miles and challenged five Qishen triple powerhouses, but he was defeated with one sword.
The name of the Taoist Master of the Infernal Dao Sect is not only resounding, but also makes many sects consider whether to compete with the Infernal Dao Sect for the position of the nine sects.
Not only the Taoist sword cultivators got involved, but Cai Peng, the seventh disciple of Li Mubai, the master of Shangyang Demon Sect, known as the White Demon Son, came from Yunchaoling.
Bai Mozi's attack was ruthless, not killing him with one blow, but seriously injuring his opponent.
Even a second-level Jindan strongman who couldn't help but take action was injured by it.
Not only was this master of Danjie from the Wuyuan Dao Sect seriously injured, he was also personally deprived of his cultivation by the master of the Ling Dao Sect because he violated the prohibition of the Ling Dao Sect.
The Wuyuan Dao Sect was also visited by three Half-Step Heavenly Realm members from the Ling Dao Sect. They were deprived of their qualifications to participate in the nine sects' ranking competition and were further fined tens of millions of spiritual stones.
This attitude is obvious. The rearrangement of the nine factions in Western Xinjiang is a stage for the younger generation.
For a time, the practitioners in Western Xinjiang were all guessing who among these young and powerful men was the real number one.
Will these people meet and have a big fight before the nine factions are reorganized?
For five consecutive days, every day a certain young strong man was defeated, and news came that a certain unknown young master became famous in one battle.
Those battle scenes were so lifelike that they made people's blood boil.
Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, Bai Suzhen wearing a green robe stood in front of the cliff.
Behind her, the white-haired old man said in a deep voice: "Miss, the swordsman banished immortal went to the Black Spirit Valley. According to the sect master, if he dies, the sect master can take action to destroy the Black Spirit Valley."
"If he doesn't die, either you will lead him to Shangyang Demon Sect, or there will be no swordsmanship in this world and you will banish him to immortality."
He looked at Bai Suzhen's back and said softly: "Miss, you should know that this kind of talent cannot be left to the outside sect."
Bai Suzhen didn't respond to his words and just looked into the distance.
Thousands of miles away from Jiuxuan Mountain, there is a small city.
Jinyang City.
This city was still a small ordinary town a year ago.
Over the past year, many practitioners have come here to do business or settle down, turning the small town into a city of spiritual practice.
At this time, in the city lord's mansion, Lu Qingping, who was wearing a brocade robe, was teasing the children who were learning to talk.
"Huhu, when you grow up, you will become a strong swordsman like your adoptive father."
"Your father is a great hero and your adoptive father is a great swordsman. From now on, you must help your mother find your father."
The children kicked their feet and waved their hands, as if in response.
Xijiang, Linghua Pavilion.
The Great Sect of Alchemy.
Mu Wan, who was already an elite member of the inner sect, was refining the elixir while listening to the discussions around her.
Swordsmanship banishes immortals.
The number one young person in Western Xinjiang.
The future strongest man in Xijiang Kendo.
This person is Senior Brother Han.
"Buzz"
The alchemy cauldron moved lightly, and a furnace of elixirs was formed.
He stretched out his hand and three crystal pills appeared in his hand.
Yun Qi Dan.
Immortal product.
The old woman beside Mu Wan smiled and whispered: "Mu Wan is really amazing. With this alchemy achievement, no one among the younger generation in Western Xinjiang can match it."
"Even that swordsman who banished immortals doesn't have the talent of our Mu Wan."
Hearing the old woman's words, Mu Wan shook her head, stood up and said, "Uncle, I'm going back to rest first."
After saying that, she walked out of the alchemy room slowly and looked up at the distant sky.
Senior Brother Han’s world is so wonderful...
But what can I bring to him?
…
Countless people expected that a master would let Han Muye use his second sword.
There are also countless people who are looking forward to the fact that several strong men who have never been defeated can fight Han Muye.
Amid these dizzying messages, Han Muye kept moving forward.
One day later, he finally arrived at the forbidden land of Western Xinjiang, the Soul-Desolating Wasteland.
Back then, a powerful person from outside the world came, and the masters from Western Xinjiang stopped the enemy and fought here.
In that battle, the sky collapsed, the mountains and rivers shattered, and countless people died.
This soul-breaking wasteland has become a desolate and strange place.
But this is just a legend, no one can really tell.
"When he was here, he killed three strong men from outside the world with one sword."
Standing in front of the Soul-Desolating Wasteland, Taoist Dayan spoke softly.
Han Muye nodded.
He had seen the scene from that battle.
"Haha, boy, do you know what kind of master would let him use the Shen Yun Divine Sword?"
Shen Yun Divine Sword.
That is a sword rarely used by Sword Master Yuan Tian.
This sword seems to have been given by his master.
"Without the eighth level of out-of-body cultivation, he has no interest in wielding the sword." Taoist Dayan said calmly, his words full of arrogance.
Celestial practice, Nascent Soul, leaving the body, and becoming a spirit.
During the out-of-body period, it is said that the soul condenses into a virtual body and can travel around the world.
The human body is the most spiritual body in the world.
Han Muye's divine treasure can cultivate sword energy and condense long swords.
But these are dead things.
To condense the soul into a real human body, the level of strength is unimaginable.
Only such a strong person is qualified to let Sword Master Yuan Tian use the Shen Yun Divine Sword.
"On top of the magic weapon, it is a treasure that is difficult to find in the world."
"The Shen Yun Divine Sword is such a treasure."
Pointing at the invisible wasteland in front of him, Taoist Dayan said softly: "If Shen Yun Divine Sword hadn't killed three powerful outsiders with one strike, this wasteland would have expanded at least ten times."
"Those three outsiders are from a race that is good at infecting the earth and attracting their own race."
These allusions from thousands of years ago are difficult for outsiders to know unless Taoist Dayan personally tells them.
Han Muye could see the battle scene, but didn't know why.
"The style of the seniors is fascinating." Han Muye nodded, and the originally dull aura in his body began to rise.
During this fierce battle, his sword intent became purer and became invisible.
Looking at him now, he looks like an ordinary scholar.
"The Black Spirit Valley is in the center of the Soul-Destroying Wasteland, right?" Han Muye said as he looked at the wasteland in front of him.
Taoist Dayan nodded and said, "This is not a secret in the spiritual world."
"If you go straight, they should also know that you are coming for Black Spirit Valley."
Taoist Dayan had a complex expression, looked at Han Muye and said, "If Zhao Yunlong is here, maybe you have a chance."
"But without him, it will be difficult for you to level the Black Spirit Valley."
"maybe……"
Maybe he will still be defeated.
Now Han Muye is in full swing, as sharp as a sword.
At this time, his edge cannot be broken.
If he fails at this time, the way in his heart will be flawed in the future.
At critical times, your mood will be damaged.
"I just want them to know that I'm here." Han Muye looked ahead, the sword light shining brightly in his eyes.
As he sharpened his sword all the way, his fighting spirit was so strong that it was difficult to hide it.
Now that you have the sword in your hand, let’s fight!
Flying up, Han Muye's body was like the bright sun.
The spiritual energy cultivated by Nine Yang Kung is filled with endless heat.
"Heiling Valley cultivates resentment and slaughters the creatures in the Western Border. Han Muye is here to destroy this evil sect today."
The sound is like muffled thunder, resounding thousands of miles away!
In the distance, the young and powerful men from Western Xinjiang who were falling all the way had their eyes widened.
"He is really going to challenge the Black Spirit Valley..." A young man holding a long sword had a complex expression and looked ahead, hesitant.
"What is a challenge? What he said is, destruction." Another young man carrying a sword on his back, with excitement on his face, clenched his fists and growled.
Destroy the Black Spirit Valley.
For thousands of years, no one has done this!
Even the kind of great monks who were half-stepped into the heavenly realm also failed and returned home.
Based on Han Muye, is it possible?
"Hey, I'm still too confident." An old man in gray robe stood on top of the clouds and sighed softly.
"Uncle Master, shouldn't we say that Han Banxian has a high sense of Taoism in his heart?" Beside the old man, a young man wearing a golden lotus crown on his head looked calm and spoke calmly.
Hearing his words, the old man shook his head and whispered: "If it were elsewhere, with Han Muye's today's fighting power and fame, and attracting all the young people from Western Xinjiang, he could really be destroyed."
"But this is the Soul-Destroying Wasteland and the Black Spirit Valley."
The old man turned to look at the young man with the golden crown and lowered his voice: "Did the sect master say that? You will never follow Han Muye into the Soul-Desolating Wasteland."
The golden-crowned young man nodded and narrowed his eyes: "I won't go."
"I'm just watching to see if Han Muye is dead or alive."
"If he ever comes out, I won't fight with him for the next thousand years."
"If he dies in this Black Spirit Valley, I will come back three hundred years later after I have reached heaven."
One by one, young strong men came to the Soul-Desolating Wasteland and then stopped.
"When practicing swordsmanship, you can't let the fighting spirit in your heart take over your clarity of mind."
"As a sword cultivator, when all he does is the sword but not himself, then he is not far from death."
"Today's Han Muye really thinks of himself as an immortal."
"This is the way to die."
The person who said this was a sword cultivator at the seventh level of the Golden Core.
Behind him, two young sword cultivators looked solemn and nodded slightly.
Countless young strong men stood outside the wasteland, fighting each other fiercely, but they were cautious and restrained.
At this time, what everyone is waiting for is the battle to banish the swordsman Han Muye to destroy the Black Spirit Valley. How will the battle go?
Can the number one young person in Western Xinjiang, Han Muye, the banished immortal of swordsmanship, come out of the wasteland alive?
The day after Han Muye walked into the wilderness, the ancestor of the Mu family in Mushen City and the Peony Fairy arrived.
The two of them stood outside the wilderness, looking gloomy.
"This kid, why don't you wait a hundred years to come back?" The ancestor of the Mu family said in a low voice with a solemn face.
Hearing his words, Fairy Shaoyao shook her head and said: "You and I are alchemy practitioners, and we don't understand their sword practice. He should find his own way."
The ancestor of the Mu family nodded and stood where he was, not moving forward.
This wilderness is not that easy to break into.
Among them, the erosion of the power of the soul by resentment is a headache for even the heavenly realm.
What's more, the ancestor of the Mu family and Fairy Shaoyao are both alchemy cultivators and are not good at fighting.
"Senior Zhao, do we want to go in?" On the other side, Tang Yunhao, standing in front of the wasteland, spoke in a low voice.
Beside him was Zhao Yunlong in a white robe.
Behind them, there are several masters of Zhehuatang.
With Zhao Yunlong taking action, the leadership of Zhehuatang was easily held by Tang Yunhao.
The former head of Zhehua Hall has gone into seclusion.
It's the kind of level where there's never a dead end.
"The master asked me to leave in the first place because he had the confidence to face everything."
Zhao Yunlong shook his head and looked forward, with a glint in his eyes: "Do you know where this wasteland came from?"
how come?
Tang Yunhao shook his head.
He was a casual cultivator and was aware of the gossip circulating in the cultivating world, but he had no way of knowing what was really related to the general situation.
"Back then, this place was cut down by the owner and master with one sword." Zhao Yunlong said in a deep voice.
Master.
In his opinion, Han Muye, who had received Yuan Tianjian Zun's sword pills and was protected by Taoist Dayan, was of course a disciple of Yuan Tianjian Zun.
Tang Yunhao stared at the wasteland in front of him with wide eyes.
Can such a place that is thousands of miles away really be cut with one sword?
What kind of strong man is the master Han banished to immortality?
"boom"
In the wasteland, roaring and shaking sounds were heard.
Take action!
Everyone raised their heads, wanting to see what was going on in the wasteland.
It's just that the wasteland is vast, and the power of the soul is chaotic in it, and there is no trace at all.
They had no idea where Han Muye was at this time and what the fighting situation was like.
"boom"
In the depths of the wasteland where outsiders could not see, Han Muye slashed his sword and knocked back several men in black robes who were blocking the way.
Each of these people is in a state of affairs.
"Haha, the number one young person in Western Xinjiang."
"The Way of the Sword banishes immortals."
"You do have the qualifications."
Some of the black-robed men who were repelled sneered.
Everyone has a faint mixture of evil spirit and resentment.
"You shouldn't have come to the Soul-Desolating Wasteland."
"You have no idea where the Soul-Destroying Wasteland is."
The person who made the sound laughed loudly, and his figure suddenly exploded.
Not only him, but also everyone else's bodies exploded and turned into a mass of gray-black resentment.
This resentment seemed to activate the entire Soul-Desolating Wasteland.
Endless resentment lingered and charged towards Han Muye.
resentment.
This is something that most practitioners in the world dare not touch.
Resentment hurts the spirit, and as long as it infects the soul, the soul will be damaged at the least, and the body will die and the soul will disappear, blending with these resentments.
The resentment here is so strong that anyone who touches it will definitely die!
How many cultivators in the world can bear the resentment here?
Resentment rolled in and came like a ghostly howl.
In Han Muye's view, this was an opportunity he found himself.
Resentment is opportunity.
An opportunity to cultivate Haoran Qi.
"town."
As soon as the words fell, the Four Elephant Sword Formation rose.
The green dragon, the white tiger, the red bird and the basalt, the four elephants gathered together.
Without any hesitation, the sword light and Haoran Qi were poured into it, and the four sacred beasts turned into golden bodies.
"town"
The four sacred beasts condensed their bodies of a hundred feet and crashed down.
All the accumulated resentment was shrouded in golden light and pressed into gold.
The resentment is transformed into awe-inspiring energy!
Endless resentment, all turned into gold!
The resentment was suppressed, and a pale white shadow emerged.
That is the spirit of resentment that has remained in this soul-breaking wasteland for countless years.
These spirits are human, demonic, and demonic.
Some of them died during the war, and some of them were tortured and killed in the Black Spirit Valley for countless years.
Thousands and thousands of them.
At this time, all the souls stood where they were.
"Seniors and junior Han Muye, I'm here to seek justice for you, and please help me, seniors."
Han Muye bowed towards these illusory figures and spoke loudly.
The shadows didn't respond.
But they didn't dissipate, that's the response!
Han Muye let out a long roar, triggering the Four Elephant Sword Formation, and rushed forward with a magnificent golden light.
At this moment, he no longer felt sorry for his own awe-inspiring spirit.
This entire wasteland has endless aura of awe!
The resentment was refined and turned into awe-inspiring energy.
Shadows followed behind him.
The power of the divine soul gathered together and condensed into the shape of a blue dragon, carrying the roaring wind of tigers and dragons.
All the grievances collided with the Canglong and the Four Symbols Formation, and were integrated into it.
Like a snowball, the golden four-elephant sword formation and the pale white and transparent blue dragon became more and more prosperous.
The golden light and silver-white halo seemed to illuminate the entire wasteland.
This wasteland of broken souls, which has not seen light for thousands of years, must be turned into a land of clarity.
The sky is getting brighter and brighter!
Three days later, before the rolling valley as dark as ink.
"boom"
Ahead, a dark, thousands-foot-long shadow crashed down.
It was a three-headed troll phantom.
But before the troll's shadow arrived, the shadow behind Han Muye gathered into a thousand-foot golden armored warrior and smashed the shadow into pieces with one punch.
With the infusion of Haoran Qi, resentment can only continue to fade away.
Looking outside the wasteland, resentment turned into a whirlpool and surged over the entire wasteland.
Between heaven and earth, everything is pulled by dark clouds and golden light.
"Ignorance is meaningless."
"Do you really think that cultivating Haoran Qi can destroy me, Black Spirit Valley?"
A voice sounded, and a ten-foot black armored demon body stood in front of the four-elephant sword array.
"when"
The progress of the Four Elephant Sword Formation was finally blocked.
The Four Elephant Sword Formation shook and slowly disappeared.
Half step to heaven.
In the Black Spirit Valley, there really is a half-step heaven.
Moreover, the Half-Step Heaven Realm cultivation in Black Spirit Valley is basically based on the cultivation method of outsider demons.
No wonder these people in Black Spirit Valley seldom communicate with the outside world.
They are the remnants of those who practiced outside the world back then.
Resentment intertwined with the bones and exploded.
Countless Black Spirit Valley monks appeared in front.
One after another, the innocent souls screamed.
The hands of these cultivators in the Black Spirit Valley are stained with the blood of the creatures in the Western Border Cultivation World.
Looking at the innocent souls surging all over the sky, golden light intertwined in Han Muye's eyes.
Isn't the purpose of practicing swordsmanship to make the world so unfair and gloomy that there is nowhere to hide?
A sword cultivator, with a sword in his hand, is no different from scrap metal if he doesn't kill this evil cultivator!
Today, Black Spirit Valley will be destroyed!
On Han Muye, the sword intent soared into the sky.
Behind him, Taoist Dayan looked at him with a complicated expression.
At this moment, Han Muye, in his eyes, looked very much like the sword master Yuan Tian who wielded swords for the sake of the sword in his heart.
The exploding black demonic energy turned into a long knife.
The long knife appeared, and the endless pressure made Han Muye's figure freeze in place.
This sword is a collection of soul and resentment.
This is the concentration of power of a half-step Heaven Realm expert.
This sword, half a step into the heaven, can kill with one strike.
"Buzz"
The sword shines like a wheel, and ghosts follow it.
The long knife swept across, shattering the body in front of Han Muye that contained countless souls.
The soul is wandering and it is difficult to reunite.
The demonic shadow smiles.
This kind of pure soul is a great tonic.
"Thank you also for sending these good things."
With a whisper, the demonic shadow turned into a long snake, opened its huge mouth, and the endless suction force tried to swallow up Han Muye and those souls.
The cultivation level of this demonic figure in Black Spirit Valley has surpassed the half-step heaven level.
If he were not in the Western Border and were not afraid of being discovered by the Heavenly Realm of Tianxuan World, he would have already taken this step and become the Heavenly Realm.
The long demonic snake roared and roared, swallowing the sky with its power.
The entire wasteland shook, and outside the wasteland, a demonic shadow stretched across the sky.
Who can resist such power?
Outside the wasteland, those young and strong men's original desire to win faded away.
Fortunately, he was not impulsive and rushed into the wilderness with Han Muye.
In front of such a powerful demon, no one without the power of half a step to the heavenly realm would be able to survive.
In the wilderness, Han Muye raised his head and looked at the shadow covering the sky.
Very strong.
Much stronger than he imagined.
In today's battle, life or death is uncertain.
But just like that, he became even more excited!
war!
The next moment, a sword light rose brightly above Han Muye's head.
"Boy Han, let me go crazy with you."
"You can use Kenmaru."
Taoist Dayan's voice sounded, and then, one of the four sword pills flew out.
Kenmaru, Oiwa.
Han Muye chuckled lightly, raised his hand, and poured the sword intent from the sea of energy into the sword pill.
"Fuck me!"
"When did you master the earth and stone sword skills?"
"It's so cool..."
"I feel invincible."
In the sword pill, Taoist Dayan's voice was still wretched.
But a star-like earth-yellow halo appeared and turned into a huge light ball with a radius of thousands of feet.
That light breaks away the demonic shadow covering the heaven and earth.
"Star."
Dayan Taoist shouted loudly.
Han Muye nodded and raised his hand.
Point star.
Thousands of feet of stars flying into the sky.
Then, smash it down.
The giant snake transformed into a ten-foot-long demonic body raised its head and stared blankly at the thousand-foot ball of light that hit it.
"are you crazy……"
"boom"
Stars fall.
At this moment, the entire Soul-Dead Wasteland turned upside down.