258, The nine-sect rearrangement competition begins (1/2 Five Thousand Chapter)
The phantom of the golden tiger smashed through the blocking spells and sword lights, and rushed to the Jialing River, which was dozens of miles wide with an indomitable momentum.
Looking up to the sky and roaring filial piety, the ferocious tiger will march again.
In Tianji, most of the previous sword and light spells have dissipated.
At this time, there were only a dozen or so left gathered there.
After all, the previous blocking was just to demonstrate one's own strength and show that one is qualified to participate in the competition.
There is no need to really confront the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Among those sects just now, several are actually allies with the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
But at this time, there are sword lights and phantoms gathering in front, not only to show their strength, but also to compete for seats in the nine factions!
The golden tiger roared, with a dazzling fierce light in its eyes, leading the ten airships behind it to rush forward.
"The Jiuxuan Sword Sect is indeed powerful." Standing on the bank of the river, joy flashed across the faces of the accompanying sect members.
Their sects are all under the rule of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, and their relationship with Jiuxuan Mountain is one of prosperity and loss.
Now seeing Tuoba Cheng's condensed giant tiger completely crushing and colliding, of course I am delighted.
"That is, the old Tuoba Chang was a strong man who had been rampant all his life." Someone echoed loudly.
This is morale. The higher the morale, the stronger the fighting spirit.
Even those who watch the battle also pay attention to what is in their hearts.
"Hmph, Jiuxuan Sword Sect doesn't even have a heavenly realm, yet it dares to think so highly of itself." Not far away, someone sneered.
This statement attracted a lot of attention.
"Looking at it this way, does your sect have a heaven-level cultivator in charge?" An elder from Ling Juezong turned to look over and said coldly: "I wonder which sect my friend is from?"
"Ling Dao Sect? Shangyang Demon Sect? Or the Fengling Sword Sect whose leader in the Heaven Realm almost lost his life in Jiuxuan Mountain?"
The elder's voice was loud and could be heard by everyone around him.
The face of the person who spoke before turned pale and pale, he snorted coldly, shook his sleeves, turned around and walked away.
This scene caused countless laughter along the riverside.
"boom"
Ahead, the giant tiger defeated several spiritual lights blocking the way.
Further forward, there are only nine spiritual lights and sword lights.
Before the giant tiger could move forward, a sword light automatically extinguished it.
Give up the obstruction and let the giant tiger's shadow become one of the nine auras that still exist.
Nine factions.
The competition has not yet begun, and the Nine Xuan Sword Sect has almost locked in the qualifications of the nine factions.
Along the riverside, some people nodded and some shook their heads.
I thought I could see a wonderful fight.
"Roar"
At this moment, the roar of the tiger started again!
What's the meaning!
Everyone's eyes widened as they watched the tiger continue to crash forward.
It's not enough to join the Nine Sects, but you also need to provoke?
Countless people were stunned.
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect is indeed extremely powerful and has a good reputation among the nine sects.
Especially after the battle at Yunchaoling, and after Han banished the Immortal and slayed the demon, the image of the Righteous Sword Sect was also established.
But Jiuxuan Sword Sect has no heavenly realm.
In front of several forces with heavenly realms in Western Xinjiang, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect was completely powerless to resist.
At this time, the strength of the nine factions has been recognized, so why fight?
Top five?
Top four?
Whatever it means, it's all a false name.
Do you want to compete for the top three?
There is no heaven...
"boom"
A sword light turned into a stream of light and collided with the phantom of the tiger.
Then the giant tiger shook slightly and the sword light dissipated.
The first to retreat was the Taiyi Sword Sect!
The number one sword sect in Western Xinjiang gave in!
Along the riverside, countless people took a breath of air and stared straight ahead.
"Senior Master Tu Sun left Xijiang and Taiyi Sword Sect, eh..." someone whispered.
Indeed, without the protection of Master Tu Sun, the Taiyi Sword Sect cannot maintain its reputation as the number one sword sect in Western Xinjiang.
"Buzz"
A few more halos of light dispersed.
In the void, there was only a golden seal, a clear long sword, and a mass of black demonic energy.
Lingdao Sect.
Fengling Sword Sect.
Shangyang Demon Sect!
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect is actually recognized as the fourth in Western Xinjiang and the second in the Sword Sect!
"It's so strong..."
"After this competition, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect will truly rise."
"Fourth in Western Xinjiang, awesome."
Along the riverside, countless people spoke in low voices.
This is an unexpected result.
"Fourth in Xijiang, not bad, not bad." The practitioners who came with the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect nodded with satisfaction and chuckled on their faces.
However, the tiger shadow did not stop!
"Roar"
The tiger, covered in golden light, rushed forward, ignoring the sword light and demonic shadows around him, and directly hit the golden seal.
Compete with Lingdao Sect!
"boom"
The golden seal hit the golden giant tiger's head, and the giant tiger's body froze and exploded.
Then, the golden seal kept vibrating and gradually collapsed.
Evenly matched!
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect challenged the power of the Western Xinjiang Overlord. Although they did not succeed, they were not defeated either.
In the void, all the sword light aura dispersed.
But along the river bank, everything was quiet.
Who would have thought that this time the nine sects of Jiuxuan Sword Sect would be rearranged to compete with Lingdao Sect!
Who dares to think?
The Lingdao Sect suppressed Western Xinjiang for thousands of years, and Wanhua Zhenren became the best in Western Xinjiang.
With such power, even the Jiuxuan Sword Sect dares to challenge him!
In the void, the spiritual light dispersed, and the ten flying boats of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect landed on the river, floating in the air.
All around, flying boats and various flying escape instruments from various sects were gathered together.
"Haha, fellow Taoist Kanze, I didn't expect that this time your Jiuxuan Sword Sect will point at the number one sect in Western Xinjiang. It seems that in the future, our Taiyi Sword Sect will have to act accordingly."
Not far away, a loud shout came.
Standing at the bow of the ship, Kanazawa looked indifferent, looked forward, and said calmly: "I, a swordsman, must be careful when I have a sword in my heart."
"If you don't have a sword to point to the heart of the number one in Western Territory, why come here to fight?"
His loud voice carried across the river.
Jiuxuan Sword Sect really wants to compete for the first place in the Western Territory!
Tuoba is completed today, and the ambition is clear with the great momentum!
There were a few laughs from the Taiyi Sword Sect, while some from the other sects were silent and some had a few spiritual thoughts directed at them.
The surface of the river slowly calmed down, but under the surface of the river, where waves were a few feet high despite no wind, there was an undertow surging.
Just like at this time, the relationship between the various sects on the river is the same.
Kanazawa shook his sleeves with a smile and went back to the cabin.
"The nine-sect rearrangement competition will begin in five days. No one will be waiting until the sect is over."
"Disciples from various sects participating in the competition are not allowed to fight during these five days."
"Three days after each sect reaches the realm of alchemy, they will go to Mount Jiayu, a hundred miles away, to discuss the Tao."
The sound came from the direction of Lingdao Sect.
No one objected.
Lingdao Sect has the qualifications to set rules.
This rule has been followed by all sects before.
At least as long as the Lingdao Sect was not pulled off the altar, the rules were the rules.
"Is Senior Brother Han Muye of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect here? Sun Ji is here to visit." A voice came from outside the Jiuxuan Sword Sect's airship fleet.
A Taoist wearing a green robe stood there, cupping his hands and shouting in a low voice.
"This is Sun Ji from the Fuyang Taoist Sect. He has cultivated to the realm of Qishen and has great fighting prowess." Someone on the flying boat whispered.
"Senior Brother Han, Wanyue is here to visit."
"Senior Brother Han of the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect, please see Du Feng."
"Duan Yihong came to see Senior Brother Han."
Figures rushed over one after another, and calls rang out.
Han Muye walked out of the cabin, wearing a blue robe, carrying a sword box on his back, and a black sword stuck in the hair on his head.
This appearance is the same as when he was slaying demons in adversity.
However, his cultivation seemed to be extremely meager.
This is consistent with rumors, information from various sects, and analysis of the Jiange practice method.
The moment they saw Han Muye, everyone's eyes flashed with regret, but they all let out a long sigh of relief.
Back when Han Muye was slaying demons in the Soul-Desolating Wasteland, his soul turned into a sword, and more than twenty sword intentions were integrated into his body. Such power was so powerful that even half a step to the heavenly realm would give way.
If Han Muye still had the same fighting strength as before, these nine factions would really be unable to fight if they were rearranged.
The moment Han Muye walked out of the cabin, not only were these figures coming to meet him, but also countless spiritual thoughts came to him.
Han Muye had a blank expression on his face and looked forward.
There are now thirteen divine soul swords hovering in his divine treasure, each one dyed golden and red by the mortal curse.
With the protection of the Red Dust Curse, the power in his divine treasure cannot be explored even by a heaven-level out-of-body overhaul.
In his Qi sea, apart from the eighty-one silk sword intentions, there was also a purple human gaze.
Zhongzhou is isolated from Western Xinjiang, but human hope is an invisible thing that still penetrates the sky wall and pours into Han Muye.
Poems in front of Xisai Mountain, Four Sentences of Confucianism and Taoism on Bailu Mountain, Beyond Jinchuan, Hundred Battles Sword Poems, all of them are full of literary spirit and gather people's attention.
The expectations of these people were so great that Han Muye's Qi sea had already been filled with energy.
His popularity was enough for him to become a great master of Confucianism and Taoism.
It's just that the Heavenly Dao of Western Territory suppresses Confucianism and Daoism, and Confucianism and Daoism are not prosperous in Western Territory. Therefore, it has no practical significance at all for him to break through the great master.
It is better to hone your own virtue slowly, and then wait until you enter Zhongzhou to make a breakthrough overnight.
The great scholars in Zhongzhou did this. They gathered countless people to watch, read poems and books, and practiced hard for tens or hundreds of years. Once they had a sudden enlightenment, the whole world respected them.
This boundless human gaze not only covered Han Muye's qi sea and dantian, but also gave people a very mundane feeling.
Anyone who looks at him will think that he is a mortal who has not been practicing for a long time.
Definitely no more than two years.
This coincides with the time when Han Muye was rebuilt.
"No matter how amazingly talented and beautiful a person is, he cannot be lucky forever." In the distance, on the Lingdao Sect's flying boat, a young man in a green robe spoke in a low voice.
"This person is already quite good. It's a pity that he shouldn't be against our Lingdao Sect." Beside him, a Taoist who also wore a green robe spoke.
Beside them, there were several young practitioners standing there.
Seven Sons of Spiritual Dao.
"I hope that when he loses, he can be more decisive and not lose his reputation as a swordsman." A young man with a cold expression on his face and a scar at the corner of his eye snorted and turned back to the cabin.
There is no need to care if a genius falls.
Only talented people who are always bright can be taken seriously.
What's more, at this time, so many young elites did not come to visit Lingdao Sect, but gathered in front of Jiuxuan Sword Gate. Where should Lingdao Sect be placed?
This is a provocation to Lingdao Sect!
Han Muye, who was standing in front of the cabin at the Jiuxuan Sword Gate, looked around, cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, at this time, aren't you going to meditate and cultivate your energy and spirit?"
After hearing Han Muye's words, a young man said loudly: "Han Banxian, it was not you who took action in the first place. I, Zhao Tiejin, had already died in the Soul-Desolating Wasteland. When you came to Jialing River, how could Zhao Tiejin not come to see me?"
As he said that, he took out a wine gourd and said loudly: "Han Banxian, I, Zhao Tiejin, know that my cultivation and combat power are not over the top. In this sect competition, I may not be able to leave the Jialing River alive."
"I'm here today to treat Han Banxian to a drink."
drink wine.
Everyone else also looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye's reputation stems from his superb swordsmanship talent.
But what is more admirable than his talent is his character.
Everyone in the Jiuxuan Sword Sect knows that the Han banished immortal of Jiange gives guidance to the younger generation and never hides his secrets.
Outside the Sword Gate, stories about Han Muye spread, starting from descending the Jiuxuan Mountain with a sword and traveling 30,000 miles to rescue the sword pavilion elder Gao Changgong, to blocking the Southern Wilderness monster tribe with a sword on Yunchao Ridge, and inviting Master Tu Sun to save Yun
Tai Taoism.
In that battle, the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect Han's demeanor as a banished immortal destroyed countless sword cultivators.
Among the descendants of the Xijiang sect, it is recognized that Han Muye's talent in swordsmanship is unparalleled among his peers.
Later, Han Muye returned all the way from the old Lieyang Palace to Jiuxuan Mountain. He always gave guidance in every battle and never fell into the name of being relegated to immortality.
What really made Han Muye famous throughout the Western Border was when he was intercepted and killed by the cultivators of the Black Spirit Valley, and then traveled all the way to the Soul-Desolating Wasteland to kill the demon who had been entrenched in the Western Border for countless years.
In this battle, Han Muye spent all his cultivation to save the elites of Western Xinjiang and struck a blow against the heavens.
Lose one person's spiritual path and save millions.
Such a talented person deserves the name of Sword Immortal.
It is precisely because of the life-saving grace of Soul-Desolating Wasteland that elites from various sects came together to pay their respects today.
"Okay, then today Han Muye will have a drink with you all."
Han Muye nodded and looked into the distance: "There is a big island over there, let's go there."
There are various sects and sects here, so it’s not easy to drink at Jiuxuan Sword Gate, right?
"Okay, that's Chongling Island, let's go there."
"Let's go have a drink."
They are all elite cultivators from various sects. They move quickly and are not sloppy.
A moment later, everyone had landed on the large, rugged island.
Someone's sword light swept across, cutting out a piece of flat ground.
Someone took action, a spiritual light flashed, and a stone platform appeared.
Someone took out the wine flask and took out some of the treasured spiritual fruits.
"Come here, everyone, Han has invited me to have this drink." Han Muye gave a long laugh, waved his hand, and piles of spiritual fruits fell from the wine jars.
The wine is sad wine, which is freshly brewed by Han Muye and kept on the shelf.
The spiritual fruit is obtained from Qingmang Mountain.
Han Muye has not left Jiuxuan Mountain in the past two years, but the Great Demon Hibiscus of Qingmang Mountain has visited Tantan and others several times, bringing many spiritual fruits and elixirs.
"Han Banxian's net worth is so rich." Many people's eyes lit up when they saw so many spiritual wines and spiritual fruits.
"This wine is so good." Someone took a sip of the sad wine and exclaimed.
Han Muye smiled and raised his glass.
The elites of various sects also raised their wine glasses.
"Here's to you all."
There was a glimmer of light in Han Muye's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "You won't get back after drinking today, but in five days we will compete and go all out."
After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
Everyone raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.
"Don't get drunk and don't come back, try your best!"
The wine enters the throat, burning the heart.
This wine makes me sad.
Looking at the grinning elites of various sects, Han Muye smiled on his face.
Han Muye refused to refuse anyone who came to propose a toast to him, and he drank until the glass was dry.
This scene made many people sigh again.
This wine can condense sword energy.
Drinking a little bit is beneficial, but if you drink too much, you will continue to refine your own sword energy if you don't use the spiritual energy to wrap it up and refine it.
Under normal circumstances, this is not a bad thing.
But in five days there will be a sect rearrangement competition. Now that you are concentrating your sword energy, is it because you think you have too much sword energy?
In the eyes of those sect elites, Han Muye gave up because he had re-cultivated himself and his sword energy was weak, making him completely unable to compare with everyone else.
Let go and drink.
Also, once the genius was reduced to a mortal, and now he is reunited with the genius, his heart will be depressed, so it is better to get drunk to relieve a thousand worries.
"Han Banxian, Duan Yihong would like to toast you." A big man in a green robe stepped forward and raised his glass to Han Muye.
The first direct descendant of the Infernal Taoist Sect, Taoist Master Duan Yihong.
In the past two years, he has fought against all sides, slayed demons and demons, and was undefeated despite the overwhelming strength. His reputation has spread throughout Western Xinjiang.
Han Muye smiled and raised his glass.
"Han Banxian, I once said that when the nine sects meet in a grand competition, Duan Yihong will give you a victory. This statement is true."
After Duan Yihong finished speaking, he finished the glass of wine.
Han Muye's eyes fell on Duan Yihong.
Although the power of earth affinity has not reached perfection, it is not far behind.
This guy stands on the earth and can borrow power from a radius of three thousand miles.
However, with Han Mu's wild earth affinity and full-level perception, he could find that there was still a trace of disobedience in Duan Yihong.
This violation comes from...
"Fellow Daoist Duan, when you are exercising your body, do you feel pain in your heart?"
Han Muye suddenly spoke up.
The empty wine glass in Duan Yihong's hand exploded instantly, his eyes fixed on Han Muye.
"The condensed spiritual heart of earth spirit fish and insects can indeed increase the power of earth affinity after swallowing and refining it. However, because this power is concentrated in the heart, labor pains often occur before it is completely refined."
Han Muye's words made Duan Yihong's expression change.
The noisy sounds around him also quieted down, and there was only the sound of water waves.
"During the sect competition, you try to close the three meridians connecting the sea of qi to the heart to reduce the instantaneous burst of earth power. It should be useful."
"Otherwise, if labor pains occur at the critical moment, you will be defeated."
Han Muye's voice was dull.
But in this calmness, there is absolute confidence.
Duan Yihong's spiritual energy circulated in his body, and he felt a slight sensation, and a hint of joy flashed on his face.
He bowed to Han Muye and whispered: "Thank you, Senior Brother Han."
When he strode away, a figure fell in front of Han Muye.
"Senior Brother Han, when you said that the moon is full, it will be waning. Today, senior brother, how about you take a look at my sword again?" Wan Yue, the young master of Yuehua Sword Sect, finished her words and the clear sword light in her hand rose.
The sword was as bright as the moon, but it was not what it looked like when he fought with Han Muye.
January turns into March.
The sky in March has a gentle halo, but it makes people feel like their hearts are frozen.
"Okay, that's right." Han Muye nodded, and then said softly: "The waxing and waning of the moon is the way of heaven and earth. In fact, this move of yours is unnecessary."
Hearing his words, Wanyue raised her hand, and the month of March turned from a full moon to a half-moon, and then only a trace of the crescent moon remained.
When there were only three crescents left in the sky, an unspeakable sense of solemnity arose.
This crescent moon is several times more dangerous than the full moon.
"Okay, when March disappears, that's when your sword will be completed." Han Muye said loudly.
Wan Yue glanced at him, the sword light dispersed, she raised the wine glass in front of her and drank it all in one gulp, then turned and left.
This Wanyue is really strong!
This is the thought of all the elites present.
However, Han Banxian was able to teach Wanyue swordsmanship, which shows that although his cultivation level is no longer there, his talent and vision are still there.
Many people's eyes lit up.
"Senior Brother Han, I have a trick."
"Han Banxian, here's a toast to you. Please banish the immortal and see how my sword looks like."
…
This day and night, the sword light and spiritual light on Chongling Island did not break at all.
After hearing the news, the elites from various sects toasted Han Muye and then asked for advice on swordsmanship.
Han Muye refused to refuse anyone who came, even if he was drunk and hazy, he still gave instructions on swordsmanship.
The party didn't break up until Dongfang Yubai was there.
After today, seeing each other again may be a fight of life and death!
Han Muye turned around drunkenly, went to his cabin, raised his hand, and a formation rose up.
"Hey, these little guys feel like they've made a profit."
Taoist Dayan's voice sounded.
Beside him, Zhao Yunlong nodded, his eyes falling on Han Muye.
At this time, the sword lights around Han Muye turned into phantoms.
These phantoms, including swordsmanship and Taoism, are constantly changing and then disappearing.
The elites of various sects received guidance, and Han Muye obtained their swordsmanship and Taoism.
mutual benefit.
No loss at all.
Three days later, the Jindans of each sect left and went to Jiayu Mountain to discuss the Tao.
In another two days, golden light shone between heaven and earth, and dragon boats emerged one after another.
Eight hundred and thirty-four dragon boats landed on the river.
There are a total of 834 sects participating in the reorganization of the nine sects.
Most sects do not really compete for the position of the nine sects, but they do it to allow their disciples to hone their skills and at the same time show the strength of the sect and enhance the sect's status in the Western Territory.
"The re-determination competition of the nine sects of Western Xinjiang begins."
"This dragon boat will travel a hundred thousand miles along the Shuoyuan River of the Jialing River to Shenglongtai, a snow-capped mountain where the western border meets the northern territory."
"Three hundred and sixty ascending dragon platforms were raised through battles. The first nine ascended to the dragon platform in the end, which are the nine sects of Western Xinjiang, and are qualified to redefine the rules of the Western Xinjiang practice world."