286, Donghai Qingao, returns with broken sword (2/2 five thousand word chapter)
The sword cultivators from the East China Sea gathered forces from millions of miles away and came with the power of one sword.
Half a month ago, Jin Jialin and Taoist Dayan who were far away in the East China Sea sent messages to Jiange.
Qing Ao, the third prince of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, a peerless genius from the East China Sea Dragon Clan, went to the Western Xinjiang to challenge Han Muye.
The Jiaolong clan's own bloodline is strong and powerful, so practicing does not require much experience, and there are very few people who practice swordsmanship.
But Qing Ao is an exception.
As the third prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, Qing Ao has access to the best cultivation resources in the East China Sea.
This third prince's cultivation talent is unparalleled. He dominates the younger generation of the Jiaolong clan and becomes the number one master of the younger generation before he is even a minor.
Then he walked out of the Dragon Palace and challenged the place where the human race lived.
There were countless sword cultivators in the East China Sea. After defeating dozens of sword cultivators with his combat power, the Third Prince Jiaolong found it boring and started learning swordsmanship.
After ten years of practicing swordsmanship, I chose a major swordsmanship master.
In the next hundred years, Qing Ao, one of the five major sword sects in the East China Sea, would become a frequent visitor.
According to Guo Yuanlong, he had a sword duel with Qing Ao, and he was really powerful in battle.
In terms of swordsmanship, Qing Ao ranks among the top fifty among the younger generation in Donghai.
But coupled with the physical strength that overwhelms everything, and the strong blood pressure that radiates from his body when the battle is in full swing, Qing Ao's swordsmanship can be ranked among the top ten among the young people in the East China Sea.
The brief message from Jin Jialin was that Qing Ao from the East China Sea Dragon Clan was coming to challenge Han Muye, and he hoped Han Muye would take care of him in view of the alliance between the Dragon Clan and the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
I don’t know what kind of care this is.
Daoist Daoyan’s summons was much more detailed.
Qing Ao was practicing in seclusion a few years ago and didn't know about Mo Yuan's challenge to the East China Sea.
By the time he left seclusion and went to Cangshan Sword Sect to challenge Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan had already sealed his sword for ten years and was preparing to raise his sword.
Qing Ao was very unwilling to not have a fight with Mo Yuan.
When Mo Yuan saw that he wouldn't leave, he stood on Cangshan Island where the Cangshan Sword Sect was located and drew a sword from the distance.
One sword crossed thousands of miles, killed dozens of black turtle monsters, and split open an island with a radius of a hundred miles.
This sword suppressed Qing Ao.
Then, Qing Ao will worship under Mo Yuan's sect.
The Cangshan Sword Sect strongly supports the core descendants of the Jiaolong Clan who worship under the Moyuan Sect.
Mo Yuan hesitated for a long time and said that he only had Han Muye as his disciple.
If Qing Ao wants to be his disciple, he needs to see Han Muye and obtain Han Muye's consent.
Therefore, Qing Ao came to Xijiang.
He walked backwards all the way, using clouds and water to gather momentum. When he came out of the East China Sea, he had already realized the true meaning of the sword, and the sword light penetrated the sky.
Across the southern wasteland, the waves traveled hundreds of miles, and the sword light penetrated the east and west and could be seen for thousands of miles.
Entering the Western Border, with one step and one sword, the sword intention condenses and becomes a general trend.
Qing Ao didn't come to consult Han Muye's opinion.
He came to get the sword to make Han Muye agree, and even had objections to Han Muye's identity as Mo Yuan's first disciple.
Mr. Mo Yuan is so good at swordsmanship. What does it mean that Han Muye from the Western Border does not follow the East China Sea, but huddles on Jiuxuan Mountain?
When Qing Ao comes to Western Xinjiang, if Han Muye can pick up his sword, then he will take Han Muye to the East China Sea to serve Mr. Mo Yuan.
If he could receive more swords, he would be willing to become an equal with Han Muye.
As for Han Muye being unable to catch a sword or being able to defeat him, he never thought about it.
Why think about it if you can't catch a sword?
As for being able to defeat his Qing Ao sword, there are not many people in the entire East China Sea who can do it, right?
What about Western Xinjiang?
Not only Qing Ao thought this way, but also the hundreds of sword cultivators who followed Qing Ao all the way from the East China Sea.
Who can stop this sword that moves millions of miles backward and gathers momentum?
"Dong——"
On Jiuxuan Mountain, there are bells ringing melodiously.
A curtain of light rose.
On the mountain, streaks of sword light rushed into the sky.
In the past two years since Jiuxuan Sword Sect became number one in Western Xinjiang, masters among the sect have mushroomed like mushrooms after a rain.
This is the result of the superposition of luck and the accumulation of resources.
As the largest sect in Western Xinjiang, those disciples had a feeling of abandoning themselves to others.
At this critical moment when the energy in the heart is critical, practitioners can break through bottlenecks as easily as breaking through bamboo.
On the contrary, when those small sects and even casual cultivators encounter bottlenecks, they feel timid and waste their time even more, unable to break through.
Han Muye walked to the nine stone steps in front of the sword pavilion, and the disciples in the Bluestone Square were busy bowing and saluting.
"Senior Brother Han, I lost." Yang Mingxuan cupped his hands and spoke softly.
Han Muye waved his hand.
How could Yang Mingxuan's current fighting strength be defeated by these Zhongzhou sword cultivators who came to challenge him?
It was just arranged by Han Muye before.
Yang Mingxuan's fighting power is so strong that he can even fight even those who are half a step above Heaven.
This is Elder Han of Jiange, Han Muye, the banished immortal of Xijiang Kendo.
Those Zhongzhou sword cultivators and the new disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect all looked at Han Muye with great curiosity.
young.
Handsome.
Standing with hands behind his back, he has an air of elegance.
He is not like a swordsman, but rather a Confucian scholar from Zhongzhou who has read poetry and books.
Is such a person really the banished immortal who conquered the swordsmanship in Western Xinjiang and opened the gate of heaven with his sword?
"Luo Teng, a practitioner of swordsmanship in Zhongzhou, has met Elder Han Muye of Jiuxuan Sword Gate Sword Pavilion." The young man holding the sword took a step forward, with fighting intent in his eyes, and bowed his hands.
"I have heard about Han Banxian's name a long time ago. Luo Teng is here today and asked Han Banished Immortal to give me some advice." After Luo Teng finished speaking, his sword intent circulated and his whole body was surrounded by spiritual light.
Everyone around him has bright eyes.
You have been waiting for a long time and watching the battle for a long time. Don’t you just want to see Elder Han of Jiange take action?
I wonder how many tricks Luo Teng, who can pick out Senior Brother Yang Mingxuan's sword, can do under Elder Han?
Hundred moves?
Ten moves?
Luo Teng secretly set a goal for himself: to be undefeated in three moves and to withstand five moves.
As for the rest of the journey, if you can hold on to ten moves despite severe injuries, your own cultivation path will be smooth in the future.
Putting his hand lightly on the hilt of the sword, Luo Teng stared into Han Muye's eyes.
As long as Han Muye nodded or agreed aloud, he would draw his sword without hesitation.
There is no shame in being the first to draw a sword in front of a figure like Ken Dao Ban Xian.
Unfortunately, and strangely, Han Muye did not respond to him.
Han Muye, who was standing in front of the sword pavilion, looked up at the sky, then showed a smile on his face, waving his hands and saying: "You guys step back for a moment, I want to take a sword from a fellow Taoist from the East China Sea."
Take the East China Sea Sword and practice a sword?
The disciples around him were stunned.
Standing in the Qingshi Square, Luo Teng felt a surge of anger in his heart.
He was holding the sword in front of him, but Han Banxian didn't even look at him, but he wanted to take the Donghai Sword and practice it.
When it comes to a challenge like this, there has to be a first-come, first-served approach, right?
Can I still jump in line?
He turned his head, flames rising in his eyes.
He wants to show off the Donghai swordsman who jumped in line!
But when he turned around, his whole body froze.
Outside the sky, sword light fills the sky.
A sword coming from the west will soar into the clouds.
The aura and Yuntao sword intent covered the entire vast world.
What kind of swordsman is this?
At this moment, Luo Teng felt his heart feel cold.
In front of such a strong man, he couldn't even muster the courage to draw his sword.
Fortunately, this strong man challenged Han Banxian...
"Donghai Qingao, please ask Jiuxuan Sword Sect Han Muye to take over the sword——"
The sound was heard thousands of miles away, the heaven and earth shook, and the clouds and waves rolled around, turning into a sword.
This sword cuts down thousands of miles away.
The sword was on the sky, and the disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect below found it difficult to raise their heads, feeling endless pressure coming down from them.
In the blue stone square in front of the sword pavilion, the sword cultivators from Zhongzhou all had their shoulders trembling and couldn't help themselves.
Seeing the approaching sword light, Luo Teng and others were horrified.
Can such a sword be driven by human power?
Who can catch this powerful sword light?
Under this sword, the entire sword pavilion will probably be destroyed, right?
Perhaps the Jiuxuan Sword Sect must gather the strength of the entire sect to resist this heaven-shattering sword.
In front of the sword pavilion, Yang Mingxuan's hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and blood surged in his eyes.
Han Muye put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said calmly: "This sword won't work."
no.
As Han Muye's words fell, the sky was shattered by the sword light!
One word and the sword is broken!
This terrifying sword light turned into broken clouds and dispersed at Han Muye's words.
Is this the real battle of the great monks?
The disciples gathered around all looked confused.
"good!"
In the sky, the shouts are filled with excitement and fighting spirit.
This voice is thousands of miles away!
At this moment, the sword light condensed on Jiuxuan Mountain.
On the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, the sect leader Tuoba stood in front of the main hall, with sword intent coming from his body.
Behind him, the shadow of a tiger paced gently.
"With the gathering of sword cultivators from all over the world, our Jiuxuan Sword Sect is indeed a bit like a holy land."
Tuoba Cheng looked at the sword light soaring into the sky and loosened his grip.
The sword intent on his body dissipated.
It's not him who comes to challenge.
This is Jiange Han Muye.
Turning his gaze in the direction of Jiange, Tuoba Cheng had a look of curiosity on his face.
How will Han Muye receive this sword?
He has accumulated momentum for millions of miles and shattered mountains and rivers with one sword.
With such a sword power, even Tuoba Cheng dared not say that he could catch it without any damage.
At this time, Han Muye, who was standing in front of the sword pavilion, raised his head with a look of emotion on his face.
Regardless of its momentum or combat power, this sword is impeccable.
Sword cultivator, it is really wonderful to be able to gather this sword.
Isn’t that what cultivation is like?
The thoughts in my heart travel millions of miles.
When he stepped down from the sword pavilion and took the sword, he showed respect for the third prince of the East China Sea.
It is also a sign of respect for a swordsman.
The original peace on Han Muye slowly dissipated.
He has the fierceness and aloofness that a sword cultivator should have.
A long sword appeared in Han Muye's hand.
You have traveled thousands of miles and drawn your sword to welcome guests.
The light of the sword is as clear as water and can wash away dust all the way.
Han Muye pointed his sword forward and stared.
Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, a tall young man with eyebrows like swords and wearing a green robe dragged a long sword in his hand, moving step by step.
One step is like a surging wave thousands of miles away.
Every time the young man takes a step, Jiuxuan Mountain shakes.
There are spiritual lights intertwining everywhere on the entire mountain, stabilizing the rocks.
"I, Qing Ao, have been practicing cultivation for a long time, and I am the genius of the East China Sea Dragon Clan."
"If you practice swordsmanship, you can defeat your peers in Donghai. No one can defeat you."
"I'm coming to the Western Border today. Please ask Han Muye of the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect to pick up my sword."
The genius of the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea, the peerless swordsman of the East China Sea.
These powerful men came here specifically to challenge the banished immortals of Jiange Han!
After Qing Ao finished speaking, people had already arrived at Qingshi Square outside Jiange.
He raised his head and looked at Han Muye who was standing in front of the sword pavilion.
At this moment, it seemed that only this person and his sword existed between heaven and earth.
Han Muye didn't speak, he just raised his hand, and the sword light in his hand became brighter.
The greatest respect for a sword cultivator is to greet him with a sword in his hand.
Any nonsense is an insult.
Qing Ao smiled, took a step forward, and slashed at Han Muye with the sword in his hand!
There is no aura shining, no strong wind, no sword intent.
Some can only draw their swords like ordinary warriors.
Han Muye thrust out his sword and met him with his sword.
Going back to the roots, a sword is a sword, a murder weapon!
"when--"
The long swords struck each other, and there was a roar.
At this moment, the people around seemed to see huge waves, thousands of mountains shattering, vast smoke waves, and clouds and mountains rising one after another.
The wind and waves are endless, but the mountain peaks remain motionless.
The stormy waves hit the shore, the waves broke, and the rocks did not turn.
Before the sword pavilion, the wind was calm and the clouds were light.
In the sky above the sword pavilion, spiritual light exploded, as if the heaven and earth were about to overturn, and the mountains, rivers and stars fell.
Donghai Tiandao and Donghai Sword Cultivator have been fused in their artistic conceptions for countless thousands of years.
The Tiandao of the East China Sea is contaminated by the sharpness of the sword.
At this time, the wind and thunder carried by Qing Ao's sword were not only his own insights, but also the induction of Donghai Tiandao.
This is a collision of heaven and earth!
If Jiuxuan Mountain in Western Xinjiang wants to become the holy land of swordsmanship, it must overwhelm the East China Sea and the Heavenly Dao of the East China Sea!
Facing Qing Ao's sword, Han Muye chose to thrust forward with his sword.
In front of the sword pavilion, phantoms appeared one after another.
In the shadow, Qing Ao held his sword and brought down the endless waves. Han Muye remained motionless, his sword edge was like a rock, and he cut through the waves with one stroke.
In the shadow, Qing Ao's sword edges overlapped and rolled down. Han Muye remained motionless, the sword edge was like a rock, and he cut through the waves with one sword.
In the shadow, the Qingao sword edge mobilized the power of millions of miles of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, Han Muye remained motionless, the sword edge was like a rock, breaking through the waves with one sword.
…
Every shadow was broken by the edge of the sword.
Han Muye did not attract the power of heaven and earth, did not fight with sword moves, and did not use the soul sword energy.
All the sharpness in the world lies in this thorn!
The sword is in hand, draw the sword and thrust forward.
"Canglang——"
The long sword vibrated, and the two-foot-long sword edge fell to the bluestone square.
Holding the broken sword in hand, the expression on Qing Ao's face changed from stunned to confused, to uncontrollable excitement.
"Haha, that's it, that's it!"
He looked at Han Muye, with a bright look in his eyes.
The broken sword pointed at Han Muye, and Qing Ao's body was full of fighting spirit: "The momentum cannot last long, and what is borrowed is always borrowed."
"Millions of miles of momentum turned out to be all in vain."
"Everything in the world is in front of me, but there is only a sword in my hand."
As soon as the words fell, Qing Ao's body transformed into thousands of Dao and Ten Thousand Dao, crashing into Han Muye.
After Wan Jian returns to the sect, the sword transforms Wan Dao!
The sword that was poised for millions of miles seemed extremely powerful, but it could not withstand Han Muye's thrust.
Because in this thorn, there is an indomitable and boundless edge.
In this stabbing, there is the pride of the swordsman, the bravery of the swordsman, and the invincibility of the swordsman.
Qing Ao's sword was broken by Han Muye's will.
What breaks is the confusion in my heart.
Seeing thousands of phantoms approaching with swords drawn, Han Muye smiled on his face.
He is truly a person with unparalleled talent in the art of swordsmanship. He was able to strike out with another sword even if his sword was broken after a million miles of preparation.
In other words, the first sword, Qing Ao brought the general trend of heaven and earth, and this second sword was his true understanding.
The first sword is the momentum, the second sword is the sword!
At the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, Tuoba Cheng clenched his fists.
"Are all the current generation so scary?" He whispered, with fighting intent in his eyes.
Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, figures stood in the sky.
These are the practitioners who came from Western Xinjiang after hearing the news.
"The genius of the East China Sea is actually able to understand the art of swordsmanship to such an extent." A white-haired old man had a sad look on his face.
"The East China Sea, the Holy Land of Sword Dao, and our Western Border, how can we compare..." A middle-aged Taoist turned his head and looked into the distance, his face full of confusion.
"Han banished to immortal, you should be able to withstand it, right?" Someone whispered, his face full of expectation.
Can Xijiang Kendo stop the invasion of East China Sea Kendo?
have no idea.
In front of the sword pavilion, the low-level disciples were already in chaos.
Luo Teng and the Zhongzhou sword cultivators behind him were not much better.
That sword with overwhelming power from before had their bodies imprisoned, without even the ability to sense it.
The pressure of the sword light almost broke their hearts.
It wasn't until Qing Ao's long sword broke and the general trend of heaven and earth dissipated that everyone gasped heavily and showed fear on their faces.
At this time, Qing Ao drew his sword and transformed into thousands of shadows.
They couldn't see through every shadow or sword, couldn't see clearly, couldn't understand it.
As for picking up such a sword, it's a joke, I can't even pick up a sword.
Luo Teng knew that he could not receive any of these tens of millions of sword lights.
He finally understood why Han Muye had to personally take over the sword.
The only one who can take the sword of Qing Ao is Han Banxian of Jiange!
Everyone stared closely at Han Muye.
How to take this sword?
Seeing thousands of phantoms approaching, Han Muye gave a long laugh and took a step forward.
The sword in his hand thrust out.
Stab the sword and break through a phantom.
"The rainforest swordsmanship of Donghai Cangshan Sword Sect, but unfortunately it lacks mellowness when the sword transforms into heavy rain."
Another sword strike, and a shadow penetrated the body with the sword edge.
"The swordsmanship of the East China Sea Dragon Clan? It's too bad. There's no room for improvement."
Another sword strike.
"Flowing Wind Sword? Yes, if you can transform into the flowing wind and merge with the sword, it would be quite interesting."
Another sword strike.
…
A sword thrust out, sword sword comments.
Han Muye's voice was not loud and his speaking speed was not fast.
But in an instant, he had reviewed all the swords.
It was obviously a moment, but everyone could hear his sword thrusts and his comments.
"boom--"
Thousands of phantoms were broken, and Han Muye returned the sword to its sheath.
Qing Ao knelt on one knee, holding the broken sword in his hand, lowering his head in front of the nine stone steps of the sword pavilion.
"It's a pity to be knowledgeable but not master."
Han Muye waved his hand and rolled up half of the sword.
"I will go to the East China Sea next year. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Han Muye will go to the East China Sea!
Qing Ao raised his head and nodded.
"Senior Brother Han, I'll wait for you in the East China Sea."
After saying that, he stood up, dragged the broken sword, turned around and left.
Everyone got out of the way and watched Qing Ao dragging his sword, with a look on his face that was a little lonely, but also a little content.
"After traveling a million miles, this sword did not let me down."
After walking to the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain, Qing Ao turned around, chuckled and whispered.
Han Muye stood on the stone steps of the Jiangge, turned his head and looked at Luo Teng and others.
"You guys want to challenge me?"
challenge?
Luo Teng and everyone behind him shook their heads subconsciously.
What challenge?
If you are not even qualified to draw a sword, what is the challenge?
"Senior Brother Yang, I want to go to the secret place to hone my skills again." Luo Teng looked at Yang Mingxuan and spoke in a low voice.
Yang Mingxuan nodded.
Han Muye looked around, glanced at the sky, then turned around and walked back to the sword pavilion.
In the practice of swordsmanship, after ten thousand swords return to the sect, one sword becomes ten thousand swords.
At this point, Han Muye has understood everything.
With this swordsmanship, the world can be conquered.
"Dong——"
On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell rang.
Streams of light dispersed towards the various sects in Western Xinjiang.
The appointment to open the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Monsters in the Southern Wilderness is coming soon.
Han Muye turned his head and glanced at the top of Jiuxuan Mountain.
The leader of the Fengling Sword Sect said that there is a horn in the secret realm of ten thousand monsters that can withstand thunder and calamity.
Han Muye was going to take a look.
By the way, take Huang Zhihu down the mountain for a walk.
This little girl is probably suffocating on the mountain.