Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 271, Shenglong Terrace, Han Muye is waiting for teaching here! (2/2 5,000-word chapter)
271, Shenglong Terrace, Han Muye is waiting for teaching here! (2/2 5,000-word chapter)
Zhou Chenggang of Lingdao Sect.
Elder Jindan, the inner sect of Lingdao Sect, has powerful fighting power and is above the clouds at this time.
After hearing what the Taoist said, Zhou Chenggang snorted coldly and shouted: "Zhou has practiced practice for five hundred years and killed countless people. How could he remember such a trivial matter?"
do not remember.
Little things.
Just like the Confucian scholar's wife, it's a small matter, right?
On Jiangxin Island, the sect elites all lowered their heads.
On the bank of the river, some people looked up and stared at the sky, while others turned their heads.
Sure enough, in the eyes of big sects and big monks, the lives of ordinary practitioners are not much more valuable than ants...
The one standing on top of the clouds is the man from heaven.
A look of pain flashed across the face of the green-robed Taoist standing on the bank of the river, and then he burst into laughter.
"Okay, it's a small matter, it's indeed a small matter..."
"Why don't I, Jiang Qi, treat this matter as a trivial matter and keep telling myself, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it..."
"If you want to live a good life, don't think about it."
"You can't afford to offend Lingdao Sect. If you offend, you won't be able to survive."
The Qingpao Taoist's face was full of desolation. He turned around and looked around, then raised his head: "If this matter is brought up today, I, Jiang Qi, may not be able to survive, right?"
"Han Banxian said that cultivation is for oneself, and he also said that cultivation is for oneself to have the strength to draw a sword when encountering evil things."
"Han Banxian, tell me, if you let me, Jiang Qi, understand clearly, how can you let me see Zhou Chenggang die in front of me?"
Seeing Zhou Chenggang die and disappear?
Lingdao Sect's golden elixir is undergoing an overhaul. Who can make him die in Xijiang?
Who can answer this question?
If Han Muye opens his mouth, will he confront Lingdao Sect?
Between heaven and earth, there is silence again.
A series of spiritual thoughts and a series of gazes were directed at the figure sitting on the bluestone.
There is no spiritual energy permeating the air, no sword energy rising into the sky.
The figure sitting on the bluestone looks like a mortal.
Han Muye raised his head, with a calm expression on his face.
He looked toward the river bank and said calmly: "Ask me a question, and you need to pay a spiritual stone."
Pay the spirit stone and answer!
Han Muye wants to answer!
Above the clouds, the ancestor of the Mu family frowned and looked at Tuoba Cheng: "Fellow Taoba Tuoba, this matter..."
Others on the cloud head also turned to look at Tuoba Cheng.
The only one who can stop Han Muye at this time is probably Tuoba Cheng, right?
In front of Lingdao Sect, there was a faint flash of spiritual light in the eyes of Master Wanhua.
Tuoba Cheng looked at Han Muye below, his expression unchanged at all: "I also want to hear what this kid has to say."
Want to hear...
On the cloud head, the corners of many people's mouths twitched.
Is there anyone who deceives his own sect disciples like this?
As long as Han Muye opens his mouth, he may not be able to end it today!
On the bank of the river, Jiang Qi laughed.
"The Han Exiled Immortal is the Han Exiled Immortal after all."
"Today, Jiang Qi's life and death will be cleared up. I just hope that Han Banxian can tell me the answer in the future."
After saying that, Jiang Qi flew up.
"Practice is not about living like yourself!"
"Zhou Chenggang, Jiang Qi came to ask for a good time today!"
In mid-air, Jiang Qi's figure flew slower and slower.
In the forbidden air formation, who can rush from the river bank to the cloud head?
At this moment, Jiang Qi took action. The challenge was not Zhou Chenggang, but Lingdao Sect, the rules set by Lingdao Sect, Lingdao Sect and the countless golden elixirs in the clouds!
A mere earthly enlightened god wants to challenge most of the powerful men in Western Xinjiang!
Jiang Qi's spiritual energy was burning.
He gritted his teeth, the energy and blood in his body seemed to be ignited, and he seemed to be using all his strength just to reach the top of the clouds.
But against the odds, Jiang Qi's figure gradually stabilized.
He can never make it.
"Laws of Zhongzhou."
"Rules of Western Xinjiang."
"It's so similar."
At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.
He slowly stood up and stared at the distant sky.
"You have to watch that Confucian scholar cut off his fingers, cut off his tongue and dig out his eyes, and you will be shocked in your heart."
"You will only feel resentful if you have to sit back and watch Jiang Qi fall in front of you."
"Haha, where are your swords?"
"Practice like this will be useless for thousands of years."
As soon as the words fell, Han Muye flew up!
Fly and hit the sky!
"Jiang Qi, ask me how I can make Zhou Chenggang die in front of you."
"This question is free."
Under Han Muye's feet, there was a patch of white feathers.
His hand touched the hilt of the sword.
"Zhou Chenggang, come down and die!"
Come down and die!
The sound shook hundreds of miles!
"Canglang"
Sword, unsheath!
This is the answer!
So what if you draw a sword for an unrelated person?
When practicing swordsmanship, when you have the sword in your hand, it all depends on how happy your heart is.
How can we run freely without drawing this sword today?
On Jiangxin Island, everyone looked up.
Watching Han Muye draw his sword and reach into the sky.
Among tens of thousands of people, you are the only one who draws his sword and reaches the sky!
Above the clouds, there are countless golden elixirs. If one person draws his sword, he will die without regrets!
At this moment, what everyone saw was a real swordsman.
Immortal, be free!
"Hmph, arrogant."
Master Wanhua shouted coldly, raised his hand and pointed.
"Buzz"
This finger, like a pillar of heaven, fell from the sky and hit Han Muye's head.
Endless pressure brings powerful winds!
"Fellow Taoist Wanhua, isn't it a bad rule to attack a disciple?" At this moment, Tuoba Cheng shouted loudly, and the shadow of the white tiger behind him formed.
The white tiger roared and hit the finger that held up the sky.
"Bang"
The white tiger shattered into pieces, and the finger grazed Han Muye's body and fell onto the Jialing River.
The water waves rolled and set off thousands of feet of waves.
The water flooded the Jiangxin Island, and the water vapor surged up, making the disciples on the island have to fly up.
Now that you've stood up, why not draw your sword?
Below, a sword light rose.
Then, the second course.
The third way.
The fourth way.
Countless ways!
The water waves cover the sky, and I don't know where the sword light comes from.
Water vapor filled the air, and the sword intent penetrated the sword light and hit the sky.
Han Muye gave a long laugh and threw the Yunlong Sword in his hand.
The long sword combined with the countless sword intentions and sword energy below, turning into a three thousand-foot giant sword.
The smile on Han Muye's face became even stronger.
From those matching sword intentions, he felt the richness of the Infernal Taoist Sect, the lightness of the Yuehua Sword Sect, the fiery heat of the Fire Spirit Taoist Sect, the etherealness of the Yuntai Taoist Sect...
The general trend of Western Xinjiang lies in this sword!
The long sword roared and slashed down on the cloud head!
Master Wanhua had a cold face, shouted lowly, raised his hand and waved, but his expression changed drastically!
The power of the large formation, which could easily defeat this sword, showed no reaction at this time.
Where is the power of the great formation that gathers most of the powerful people in Western Xinjiang?
The formation formed by the intensive cultivation of more than a thousand golden elixirs, half-step heaven, and even several heaven realms is not under his control!
Master Wanhua turned around and saw silence!
Some lowered their heads, some lowered their eyes, and some sneered.
Above the clouds, 90% of the practitioners did not lend their strength to the formation!
The power of that 10% golden elixir alone cannot stop the sword light gathered by tens of thousands of sect elites below!
What's more, Han Muye's imperial emissary still had a magical sword.
Can't stop it!
Wanhua Zhenren's body moved and he disappeared in a flash.
Walk firmly.
As he walked, the surroundings were in a state of confusion.
The golden elixir master of the Lingdao Sect named Zhou Chenggang looked dumbfounded when he left.
The number one master in Western Xinjiang escaped?
The great elder that his family had always relied on abandoned him and ran away?
The sword light comes down.
"boom"
The cloud head was split in two.
The figure of Zhou Chenggang, the elder of Lingdao Sect who was standing in the same place, followed the cloud head and exploded.
Kill the elder Jindan of Lingdao Sect with one sword!
The clouds are rolling and difficult to gather.
Between heaven and earth, there is only the roar of the strong energy caused by the long sword slashing down.
Han Muye held the sword in his hand, his figure suspended in the air, lowered his head and said: "Jiang Qi, are you satisfied with this answer?"
After hearing his words, Jiang Qi, who was still where he was, looked up to the sky and smiled, his face covered with tears.
"Satisfied, satisfied... Haha, in more than three hundred years, I, Jiang Qi, have never been so happy one day."
"Practice in this way is the most enjoyable way."
Jiang Qi bowed deeply to Han Muye, and then shouted: "Jiang Qi thanks Han Banxian for his righteous action in what happened today."
"If Jiang Qi doesn't die, Han Banxian can do whatever he wants."
"Why do you want to die?" Han Muye turned his head and looked at Yun Tou, who was cut in two: "Is the Lingdao Sect going to kill you?"
"I killed the man, so I should be blamed for this."
The sword in his hand slowly returned to its sheath, with his hand behind his back, it slowly fell.
"If anyone comes to me seeking revenge, I will kill him."
"If no one dares to seek revenge from me, I will be happy and free."
"How wonderful is it to practice like this?"
How happy!
Looking at Han Muye who was in the air and falling step by step, countless people looked envious.
The first person in Western Xinjiang drew his sword and killed someone in front of him.
If you have a sword in your hand, you can fight in the world.
This is practice.
Until Han Muye landed on the bluestone where the tide was falling and the water was steaming, there was no sign of any reaction from the sky.
Neither the Lingdao Sect nor the various golden elixir sects spoke out or took action.
Han Muye shook his head, put away his long sword, and swept it with his hand. A formation plate fell in front of him, and then the spiritual light rose, blocking outsiders from exploring.
In the sky, Jiang Qi also landed on the river bank, and then strode away.
No one stopped.
Who dares?
Han Muye, who was within the light curtain of the formation, watched Jiang Qi leave with a smile on his face.
After today, Lingdao Sect’s power in Western Xinjiang is gone!
In the world of cultivation, it takes thousands of years to gather power, but it only takes one sword to collapse!
If Master Wanhua had just made a forceful move and suppressed Han Muye with his overwhelming strength, then the Lingdao Sect would still be the Lingdao Sect, the largest sect in Western Xinjiang.
It's a pity that Master Wanhua doesn't dare.
He flinched in front of the sword light that gathered countless sword intentions and sword energy, and let the sword light kill his sect elder.
Today, not only the power of Lingdao Sect collapsed, but the power of Master Wanhua was also cut off with a single sword.
From now on, in Western Xinjiang, thousands of clans will compete and no one will suppress them again!
Han Muye turned his head and saw countless people on Jiangxin Island showing fighting spirit.
I believe that this heaven-defying sword today will take root and sprout in the hearts of these sect elites.
One day, everyone will dare to draw the sword!
"Hey, what a pity. I really want to feel the power of the Seven-Star Sun."
"Speaking of which, the last time Sword Master Yuan Tian used this move was ten thousand years ago."
The muttering of Taoist Daoyan came.
Seven-star sun!
The power of the seven sword pills is gathered together, and the combat power is doubled and superimposed, which can kill the heavenly realm.
When Han Muye obtained the Yuchen Sword Pills, with the seven sword pills in his hand, he could deploy the extremely lethal Seven-Star Sun Sword Formation.
Hearing Taoist Dayan's words, Zhao Yunlong echoed: "It is indeed a pity that I can't see Taoist brother show off his talents."
"Speaking of what's the story between Brother Dao and that Yuchen Jianwan, the moonlight is just right tonight, Brother Dao, why don't you come and hear it?"
…
After practicing all night, the sky lights up and purple energy comes from the east.
On Jiangxin Island, someone roared.
Then, silhouettes appeared one after another, riding on the waves with swords, or walking away on the big black-armored fish.
No one is surrounding Lingdao Sect, and no one is waiting for Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
As Han Muye said, live for yourself, why bother looking at other people’s faces?
Han Muye put away the array, let out a long laugh, long jade-colored feathers appeared under his feet, and flew down to the river.
Before he could take off, Gu Yuanlong had already taken a step forward and rushed ahead of him, soaring into the sky.
For a time, tens of thousands of elites from various sects refused to give in, and the sword light and aura illuminated the river surface in a gorgeous way.
The clouds in the sky merged into one at some point, and everyone on both sides of the river had a strange look in their eyes.
These elites of the sect achieved nirvana overnight and took on a different style!
When you go against the current and encounter difficulties again, you don’t need anyone to organize you, someone will naturally take action.
In the water area that was narrower than Luoyan Gorge, hundreds of sword cultivators took action directly, splitting the river bank and mountain wall into pieces with just a few swords.
When encountering a shoal, some people raised their hands and dragged a black turtle weighing a hundred thousand kilograms forward, while others directly grabbed the black turtle and carried it against the air-forbidden formation, running for hundreds of miles without falling.
Encountering a hundred-foot waterfall, thousands of earth-line elites joined forces to crush the waterfall.
For more than ten days, countless elites on the river showed their dazzling splendor.
Some of the leaders created by each sect in the past are still shining, while others have long since been replaced by people with outstanding combat capabilities.
Hu Wusheng, the sword-chasing sect who breaks the waves on the river and invites fights, was unknown before, but he went on a rampage on the river and picked off eighteen swordsmen in a row, so he was known as the Dragon Crossing the River.
Yu Huachen, who shattered half a mountain peak with one punch and cut off the river for three breaths, was only a low-ranking being in the Wood Spirit Way before.
Of course, even if Han Muye never takes action again, no one will forget that he smashed Yuntai with one sword and killed Lingdao Sect's Jindan Daxiu with one sword.
Han Muye had a magic sword in his hand.
The flying white feather is a magic weapon, and the murderous sword is also a magic weapon.
In the Western Xinjiang cultivation world, who can be like this Han banished immortal, who has two magic weapons per person?
Really worthy of the name of banished immortal!
…
Sit down and talk about Tao at sunset, and chase the waves at sunrise and move backwards.
On both sides of the river, at night they relied on the great cultivators to spread the sermons of the elites of the sects, and during the day they watched the battles between the strong men of each sect on the river.
Above the clouds, the atmosphere became increasingly weird.
When Master Wanhua of Lingdao Sect was away, everyone was talking and laughing.
As soon as Zhenren Wanhua arrived, he immediately became silent.
On the river, Han Muye's imperial emissary Bai Yu was walking, but he was holding a jade slip in his hand.
This was sent to him by a flying bird, given to him by Jin Jialin.
According to the jade slip, a branch of the black turtle demon clan once traced its origins, passed through the Snowy Mountains, and headed toward the Northern Territory.
Originally, this spirit-armored demon tribe was planning to breed in the Northern Territory.
It's just that the northern region is bitterly cold, so this branch is expanding slowly.
But a few years ago, the Sword King of the Snowy Mountains in the Northern Territory drew his sword and chopped down the mountain to suppress this spirit-armored demon tribe.
This group of monsters, known as snow monsters in the northern region, asked for help from the black-armored monsters.
Only then did the Black-armored Monster Clan trace their origins and form an alliance with the Xijiang Lingdao Sect.
The jade slip also mentioned that there were strong men from the black-armored demon clan who traced their origins and fought with Qingtong in the waters of the Southern Wilderness. Although most of them were blocked, there were still a few who quietly went north.
As for the Shenglong Platform, it was set up by Sword Master Yuan Tian to suppress the powerful Taoist Jushi from outside the territory.
The great monk relied on burning the souls and blood of the disciples of the sect and used the treasure as a barrier to stay underground and unable to escape.
Sword Master Yuan Tian used thirteen Dinghai Pillars from the East China Sea to suppress the water.
For this reason, Sword Master Yuan Tian used the dragon beads of the true dragon that he had killed in the past to exchange them for the Dinghai Pillar from the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea. Only then did the Jiaolong Clan know that there were relics of the true dragon's fall in the Western Frontier.
Qingtong came here just to find an opportunity.
The jade slip also mentions the deal between the Lingjia Demon Clan and Wanhua Zhenren.
Master Wanhua exchanged the opportunity with Qingze Lake and Shenglong in front of the stage, and the Black Turtle Demon gave him various treasures and two top-quality spiritual stones.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes when he saw the message about the best spiritual stone.
When he killed the great demon in the heavenly realm, his personal space was also chopped into pieces. Many treasures in it were turned into nothingness, but no top-quality spiritual stones were found.
Has it not been delivered yet, or has it been handed over to Master Wanhua?
Master Wanhua has always wanted to use three top-grade spiritual stones to open a space passage to the outside of Tianxuan World.
If the space channel is opened, it will inevitably attract outside experts.
This needs to be stopped.
The messages on the jade slips are all secret.
It seems that in order to repay Han Muye, the Jiaolong clan did take a heavy blow.
Putting away the jade slip, Han Muye looked forward.
There, the snow-capped mountains tower into the clouds.
At the junction of the Western Territory and the Northern Territory, the rolling snow-capped mountains are right in front of you.
On the surface of the river, the sound of roars came and went.
The sword light and spiritual light were as blazing as the blazing sun.
In these ten days, countless sect elites have broken through their bottlenecks in cultivation.
Even on the river bank, there are many people who have improved their cultivation and improved their state of mind.
Traveling a hundred thousand miles, talking about a hundred thousand miles, such a harvest will be rare in a hundred years.
Today, it’s time to transform into a mortal.
Today, in front of the Dragon Tower, there will definitely be a fight between dragons and tigers, with all kinds of means gathered.
There was a hint of hesitation on Han Muye's face.
"boom"
Ahead, under the rolling snow-capped mountains, golden dragon-patterned columns appeared.
Thirteen columns are in the center, surrounded by nearly a hundred stone pillars with light cyan aura.
The cylinder is about ten feet high and one foot wide.
To fight for the nine factions, you need to occupy thirteen golden dragon pillars first.
The first sect to guard the Dragon Pillar and raise the Dragon Pillar to the sky is the number one sect in Western Xinjiang.
In the sky, there is a long sword hanging quietly there.
The sword of Zhu Shen, the elder of Jiuxuan Sword Gate Sword Pavilion.
There was a deep cold light in Han Muye's eyes.
Everyone flew up and stood under the snow-capped mountains, quietly looking at the dragon pillars.
Tracing back a hundred thousand miles, just for the present.
In the sky and above the clouds, those golden elixir overhaul eyes are full of expectations.
Li Mubai, the leader of Shangyang Demon Sect, turned to look at Zhenren Wanhua.
Master Wanhua chuckled lightly and said calmly: "Sect Master Li, don't worry, the treasure that was suppressed under the Shenglong Platform is endless. As long as we raise the dragon pillar of the Shenglong Platform, we can get it without any effort."
"Don't worry, of course, don't worry." Li Mubai looked calm and whispered.
Below, Lingdao Sect Lu Qingchen turned to look at Han Muye, who was approaching unhurriedly, sneered, and flew forward.
Behind him, the disciples of the Lingdao Sect were also moving up the dragon pillar with their spiritual energy mingled in their bodies.
"boom"
A sword light flew out and struck in front of Lu Qingchen, blocking him.
Lin Shen stood there holding the big sword.
Beside him were Lu Gao, Gu Yuanlong, and He Xuanqi, disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect holding sword hilts.
"Please invite Senior Brother Han to come on stage."
Lin Shen shouted loudly.
"Please invite Senior Brother Han to come on stage."
The disciples of Jiuxuan Sword Sect shouted in unison.
"Please invite Senior Brother Han to come on stage!"
Suddenly, countless voices sounded, causing the expressions of everyone in Lingdao Sect to change.
Above the clouds, those golden elixir masters looked towards Tuoba Cheng.
"Please invite Senior Brother Han to come on stage!"
Under the snow-capped mountains, all the sect elites turned their heads and looked at Han Muye, who was slowly approaching.
In the distance, countless practitioners clenched their fists and looked at this scene with excited expressions.
Please invite Han Banxian of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect to be the first to ascend the Dragon Platform. This is the common choice of countless sect elites.
The first one to take the stage and the first one to rise to the top is the first sect in Western Xinjiang.
At this moment, the number one sect in Western Xinjiang has not yet been decided, but it has already been decided in everyone’s hearts!
Welcome back!
All the hesitation in Han Muye's eyes disappeared, he laughed, and flew onto the golden dragon pillar in the middle.
He turned his head to look at the countless blazing eyes behind him, and shouted loudly: "The nine factions of Western Xinjiang will be rearranged, and the winner will be decided on the Shenglong Platform."
"Han Muye is here to teach."
"Who wants to fight!"
The Shenglong Platform rises and releases the strong men who suppressed it in the past?
Then let him come out!
Sword Master Yuan Tian was able to suppress it back then, but I, Han Muye, can also suppress it today!
Standing on the Shenglong Platform, Han Muye's fighting spirit surged into the sky, scattering the clouds and waves in the sky!
