379, Tianxuan Sword Cultivator Han Muye came to ask for advice
A heart of stars is worth fighting for for the great monks.
But when these great monks compete for the heart of the stars, the power they lose can turn a thousand miles away into pieces.
Jin Kun raised his head, a nervous look on his face.
Behind him were hundreds of thousands of various wood demons and monsters.
They are now gathered on a green grassland with a radius of only dozens of miles. The grassland is suspended and slowly rising into the sky.
Below, the water of the Endless Sea swallowed up the last fragments of stars, causing huge waves.
Powerful monsters rushed up from the water, trying to catch up with Jin Kun and the others and drag them back to the Endless Sea.
More heavenly monsters roared and crashed into the heart of the stars.
"Let's go."
Han Muye turned to look at Jin Kun and the others, and then power surged out from under his feet, and the green grassland with a radius of dozens of miles slowly rose up, and then went into the distance.
From behind, countless monsters chased after him.
"Fellow Taoist Makino, you, aren't you going to grab the Heart of the Stars?" Jin Kun looked at the shining spirit bead and spoke in a low voice.
This is a valuable treasure.
For practitioners, the heart of the stars is a treasure that can help them practice worry-free practice for countless years to come.
No one would be tempted by such a treasure.
Hearing Jin Kun's words, Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.
"It's okay, let them grab it for a while first."
After saying that, he activated the power of the wood demon, controlled the grassland, and flew away.
After traveling thousands of miles, the monster behind has caught up.
Several ferocious-looking monsters pounced on the wood demon on the grass.
The demonic energy rolled into the clouds, and the bloody evil aura made people sick.
This is a group of ferocious and violent monsters!
In front of these fierce monsters, the wood monsters and monster beasts on the green grass could only tremble and become limp.
Not all creatures have the power to fight, nor can they display it only if they have some cultivation.
At this time, the reactions of these wood demons and monster beasts were what low-level creatures should have.
In the world of cultivation, it is a reality that the pressure of great monks is lowered and countless low-level creatures go to their deaths.
There are only a few people who can go against the will of heaven in front of the great monks.
"Eye blind."
Han Muye drank in a low voice.
Jin Kun nodded, raised his hand, and used his magical power to spread countless golden leaves.
This time, all the leaves were not blocking the eyes of the big monster in the endless sea, but blocking the eyes of the wood monsters and monsters on the grass.
"All tribesmen, take action with all your strength!" Jin Kun shouted.
The golden leaves blocked their eyes, and these monsters and wood monsters could not see anything.
It's good if you can't see it. If you can't see it, you won't be afraid.
The magical power of blindness can not only prevent the creatures whose eyes are covered from seeing the front, but also cover up the pressure.
According to what was previously discussed, at this moment, all the wood demons and monster beasts used their magical powers and spells to move behind them.
Flying branches and leaves, falling petals, sharp thorns, and thorns...
These methods are very low-level.
Same thing, but not very lethal.
But there are hundreds of thousands of wood demons and monsters on the grassland with a radius of tens of miles!
"boom--"
The thin leaves made a roaring sound.
The soft petals are like gold and iron, and can cut open the flesh, muscles, and bones of the big demon.
Those wooden thorns, one is broken, and another is broken, one after another, there is no end...
When the blinding golden leaves disappeared and all the wood demons and monsters opened their eyes to look, they were all shocked.
Behind, it was empty.
The big monsters that were originally chasing disappeared without a trace.
Did you repel those big monsters yourself?
But what happened to this aura that fell on me?
Jin Kun's stiff body slowly relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The method mentioned by Fellow Taoist Makino is really effective.
Ahead, Han Muye had a smile on his face.
Even if these wood demons and monster beasts are pitifully weak in combat, they are still demon clans that have been practicing for thousands of years.
Even if a single attack by these wood demons and beasts is like scratching an itch, if hundreds of thousands of them gather together, they can scratch the heart and soul.
He watched with his own eyes as the chasing monsters were penetrated by leaves one by one.
The muscles, bones, and fur of those great demons were all torn to pieces, crushed, and eventually turned into nothingness.
This attack was a major out-of-body repair in the heavenly realm, and I didn't dare to take it head-on.
After one blow, the monsters in the endless sea in the distance plunged into the water and did not dare to show their heads for a long time.
Cheers came from the green green land, and Jin Kun looked excited as he led a group of monsters to Yuhong Star.
Han Muye looked at him and said, "Do you understand?"
Jin Kun nodded hurriedly and said: "I understand that when encountering a strong enemy, you should use your magical power to cover your eyes, and then focus your strength to strike."
He didn't expect this method to be so useful.
With this method, they, the demon clan, can more than protect themselves.
Han Muye nodded and tidied the sword box he was carrying behind him, and then straightened his clothes gently.
His movements were gentle, as if he was going to a banquet.
Jin Kun saw his movements and said hurriedly: "Fellow Taoist Mu, what are you—"
Han Muye chuckled, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and said softly: "How can you give the heart of the stars to an outsider?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flew up.
Taking one step forward, Han Muye's body was filled with sword light and water vapor.
There was a chilling look in his eyes, and the strong fighting spirit in his body turned into reality.
Thousands of miles away, a spiritual bead shines. Thousands of feet away from the spiritual bead, dozens of cultivators from foreign lands and great monsters in the endless sea are all fighting for it.
In the battle between heaven and earth, mountains and rivers are shattered with one blow.
Even under the suppression of the endless sea battle, these heavenly cultivators are still a group of top powerhouses in the world.
The turbid waves surged, broken clouds rolled up, and between the thousands of feet of water clouds, demonic energy, spiritual energy, and demonic energy collided and escaped around.
In this battle, without the power of heaven, let alone participating, you are not even qualified to watch the battle.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, the sword in the hand of an exotic swordsman trembled slightly.
He was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked into the distance, his spiritual thoughts instantly sweeping thousands of miles away.
Thousands of miles away, a young man wearing a white robe and carrying a sword box on his back was walking on the waves, his hands hanging lightly, taking a step forward.
Sword repair.
A swordsman who can make his sword feel sensitive even though he is thousands of miles away!
At this moment, not only this foreign swordsman practitioner felt the sensation, but other great monks competing for the heart of the stars also turned around.
The fighting spirit in Han Muye was too strong, and the power that inspired them had feedback.
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"Ignorant child, I don't know whether to live or die." A three-foot tall monster with four arms on his back, a head and face like an ape laughed wildly, and the long knives in his four palms flashed with spiritual light.
This light has turned into the cold sword intention, and it can cut through the void with just a slight dance.
This heavenly realm demon is actually a strong man who has cultivated the art of swordsmanship to an extremely high level.
Han Muye moved forward extremely fast, but within a hundred breaths, he was already within a hundred miles.
The four-armed monster didn't wait any longer, and flew forward in a flash, dashing across hundreds of miles.
A violent demonic light instantly enveloped Han Muye, and a domineering sword struck him on the head.
Swords are inherently arrogant and difficult to tame.
The light of the practicing sword cut through the void and came directly between Han Muye's eyebrows.
There was a ferocious smile on the big demon's twisted face.
Sword cultivators in this world are all hard-boiled, and cutting such bones with a sword can be said to be smooth.
Han Muye raised his head.
His eyes met the great demon in the heavenly realm.
From the eyes of this big demon, he saw arrogance, caution, and coldness.
An intricate intertwining of thoughts.
After his own state of mind stabilized and the power of his soul sublimated, Han Muye was able to see through more things.
For example, the human heart.
This knife is very weak.
The other three swords are fatal.
This big demon pulled away to kill him, not only to show his fighting power, but also to jump out of the battle circle and prepare to benefit from it.
However, when Dao Guang glanced at his head, Han Muye saw too many changes.
At this moment, he felt as happy as the fog was lifted away from his heart.
All calculations are ultimately not as sharp as the sword in your hand!
If you have a sword in your heart and a sword in your hand, why waste your energy?
Facing the enemy, draw your sword!
"Canglang——"
Qing Ming took out the sheath, holding the sword upright with his right hand, and the sword was lightly twisted.
The forceful light of the sword that cut apart the heaven and earth collided with the sword's edge, and seemed to be slashing in soft water, slowly slowing down.
The power of water veins can melt all forces!
The four-armed demon's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected that he could not defeat the enemy with one sword, and the other three arms led the long sword, two horizontally and one vertically, to slash!
quick!
The sword was dim and there was only the word Kuai.
The sharpest thing in the world is just a quick one!
"Good sword skills!"
Thousands of miles away, an old man holding a sword in his hand shouted.
With such a swift sword, a person below the fifth level of Heaven Realm Nascent Soul would not even have time to dodge.
This four-armed demon is truly the essence of sword cultivation.
"After all, they are a tribe of four-armed flying apes that are rare to find in the world. They have inherited sword skills from ancient times." A thin old man wearing a Taoist robe spoke in a low voice.
Most of the people who come here to compete for the Heart of the Stars today come from foreign lands to gain opportunities in the Taoist struggle.
These people are fighting endlessly today, and maybe they will become allies in the future.
After all, they are all major cultivators in the heavenly realm. Being able to learn more about other people's cultivation methods and observing more battles at the same level will be beneficial to their cultivation and improvement of their combat power.
"That kid shouldn't be able to take this sword." A swordsman with a sword on his back shook his head.
This sword light is too fast.
If it weren't for the divine will to capture and watch the battle from a distance, most of them in the heavenly realm would think they couldn't stop this sword.
When Han Muye saw the light of the sword coming, he moved slightly.
Can't take it.
It's not that I can't take it, it's that I'm not prepared to take it.
I came to fight today, my fighting spirit was in the sky, how could I be wasting away like this?
Han Muye stabbed forward with the Qingming Sword in his hand, and followed the sword with his body. His movement seemed very slow, but it was half a minute faster than the light of the sword.
What was chopped into pieces by the light of the sword was only his afterimage.
The sword light condensed into a line and penetrated hundreds of feet, grazing lightly on the arm of the four-armed demon.
"Stab-"
An arm falls.
Han Muye's figure appeared a hundred feet away.
He stretched out his hand and dropped the long knife he was holding in his arm.
The knife is heavy in hand.
This knife weighs at least ten thousand kilograms. The handle is no more than ten feet long, and the blade is two feet long. The blade is shining with golden cold light, and there is a strange halo flashing on the blade.
The sword energy penetrated the blade, and pictures appeared in Han Muye's mind.
After thousands of hammerings and blood refinements, a long sword like this takes hundreds of years to take shape.
After the strong man from the four-armed flying ape tribe obtained this sword, he needed to warm it up for another hundred years before he could succeed.
Their nourishment is soaked in blood, which is warm and not cold.
A hundred years of raising the sword will kill a hundred thousand creatures!
In the picture that Han Muye saw, the four-armed flying ape clan, which was murderous, violent and cold, cultivated strong men, and they all cultivated poison and killed each other.
Those who can get four such long knives are killed among hundreds of peers.
In this group, the weak eat the strong.
Holding a long sword in his hand, Han Muye raised his head and looked at the strong four-armed flying ape named Hetuo in front of him.
There is no one in this group who does not have blood on their hands.
At this time, there was a sound of inhalation a hundred miles away.
Han Muye's illusory sword made him fly hundreds of feet and cut off a flying ape's arm. How many people here could do this?
"This boy is cruel..." A big man wearing half black armor showed a solemn look on his face.
Cruel?
Who can cultivate to the heavenly realm without being ruthless in his skills?
Many great monks looked on quietly with smiles on their faces.
A hundred miles away, Han Muye raised his long sword again.
The four-armed flying ape Daxiu Heto looked gloomy with one of his arms broken off. Blood stains remained on the broken arm, and the light of the sword flashed in the other three arms.
He had never encountered such a swordsman before his arm was cut off when he met him.
At this moment, he felt fear in his heart.
But the moment he saw Han Muye raising his sword, the last trace of reason in his heart disappeared.
kill!
The only way to avenge our hatred is to kill the sword cultivator in front of us!
The three long knives caused waves in the water, and the sword light was caught in the clouds and quietly struck Han Muye.
This time the sword light was not only fast, but also merged with the sea water, making no sound!
Cut off the water with one knife, and save the water with the knife!
This knife enters the Tao!
Han Muye's eyes sparkled, he chuckled and thrust out the sword in his hand.
He just used the power of his soul to inspire the opponent to take action just to see this sword!
Cut off the water with a knife.
This great demon of the four-armed flying ape tribe named Hetuo has mastered the sword skills inherited from his family to the extreme, and he also has his own insights.
Han Muye understood this sword technique from the picture, but he wanted to see it with his own eyes.
The light of the sword merged with the water cloud, and it reappeared three feet behind Han Muye, stabbing down quietly like a sword.
Three-handled long sword with a gentle light.
A state where a heavy weight seems to be a light weight.
If it weren't for the great battle and the gathering of strong men in the world, how would Han Muye have the chance to fight against such strong men?
A smile appeared on Han Muye's face, the Qingming Sword was turned upside down, and the sword's edge blocked the knife behind him.
In his left hand, the Purple Flame Sword wrapped in golden aura was lifted up, and a section of his arm fell again.
The four-armed flying ape has only two arms left!
Heto screamed in fear and retreated crazily.
A hundred miles away, the bodies of those heavenly monsters were all stiff.
The battle between lightning and flint, hand-to-hand combat, the victory or defeat was determined too quickly.
From He Tuo's battle with Han Muye to the moment he lost both arms, the whole process took less than ten breaths.
A great monk who was extremely skilled in the art of swordsmanship in the heavenly realm just collapsed and fell into the sand.
Seeing the frantic He Tuo running away, Han Muye shook his head and put away the fallen sword without pursuing him again.
The heavenly realm where the mind is shattered is no longer the heavenly realm.
In such a heavenly realm, even the third and fifth levels of earthly golden elixirs can be killed.
This is a place of dispute, can you really escape far?
In the endless sea, several big demons were already quietly chasing Hetuo's escape direction.
Whether you can survive or not depends on your fate.
Han Muye held his swords horizontally, raised his head, and looked into the distance.
Over there, dozens of great monks seem to be waiting eagerly?
Han Muye gave a long laugh, returned his swords to their sword cases, and moved forward with his hands behind his back.
"Tianxuan Sword Cultivator Han Muye came to ask for advice——"
Sword repair, challenge.
Those heavenly cultivators looked at each other, and some of them had the intention of shrinking back.
Within ten breaths, he defeated a strong man from the four-armed flying ape tribe and cut off both of his arms. There are very few people here who can match this level of combat power.
"Feng Zihe, Huayan Sword Sect of Simon Realm, comes to challenge!"
An old man with a white beard and a long sword in his hand flew forward, swept the sword in his hand, turned into a strong wind, and used it as a hood for Han Muye.
As soon as the sword light came out, the strong wind had already directly wrapped Han Muye.
"magic weapon!"
Someone exclaimed.
This long sword is actually a spiritual magic weapon.
The power of the magic weapon is superimposed with the swordsmanship practice, and the combat power is more than ten times increased?
The faces of those who had been fighting with Feng Zihe turned pale.
If Feng Zihe had struck with the magic sword just now, he might have died.
The strong wind wraps around his body, but Han Muye's face does not change color.
Although this strong wind is strong, it cannot directly strangle him.
It's just that this sword technique uses wind as a blade.
A vein of wind.
Han Muye looked through the illusory and flashing wind, and his thoughts were driven to the extreme.
"Canglang——"
The long sword was unsheathed, the sword light flashed, and a wind scroll that shrank countless times appeared.
One way, two ways, a hundred ways, a thousand ways!
The wind is strong outside and the wind is blowing inside.
The wind and clouds mingled and disappeared.
Outsiders only see the raging wind, but they don't see the calm clouds and gentle wind in the wind.
Feng Zihe frowned, and without hesitation, he flew forward with his sword and struck down with one strike.
This sword was solemn, but before it reached the sword, it broke through the strong wind, revealing Han Muye who was retreating in the courtyard.
Seeing Feng Zihe flying towards him, Han Muye laughed loudly and rolled back his long sword.
Wind roll.
Thousands of wind rolls enveloped Feng Zihe and turned into a strong wind.
Break the wind with the wind?
Wind against wind!
"Let him be strong and let him be strong. The gentle breeze caresses the hills, taking advantage of the wind and clouds thousands of miles away to light up a ray of autumn wind."
"Wind Meridian, the first sword, the floating clouds disperse."
The wind blows and the clouds scatter in thousands of pieces!
Han Muye shouted, the clouds rolled and the wind dispersed, the sword light flashed, the wind was the sword!
"Stab-"
Feng Zihe was completely unable to block the sword light flashing from nowhere around him, so he could only explode his own sword light and break a path.
By the time he landed a hundred feet away in shock, his whole body was already soaked in blood.
Touching his neck gently, Feng Zihe turned pale.
A delicate wound revealed a hint of golden aura, making his heart beat continuously.
If the sword struck deeper, he would have been killed.
"Feng surrendered." Feng Zihe turned to look at the suspended star heart, cupped his hands towards Han Muye, turned around and left.
If you lose with one sword, if you don't leave, are you seeking death?
"I accept it." Han Muye smiled, stretched out his hand, and the shattered wind outside his body turned into a long green sword, which was held in his hand.
Magic sword.
Although Feng Zihe was in great pain, he could only turn around and fly away.
Can I still get the sword back?
Standing where he was, Han Muye held the hilt of the sword with his palm, and the awe-inspiring energy and sword energy were poured into him at the same time.
The sword light flashed and the magic sword vibrated.
Feng Zihe, who was flying away in the distance, groaned, blood bleeding from his mouth, and a look of horror in his eyes.
How many breaths of time has passed, then my magical sword has been refined?
What kind of swordsmanship is this?
Simply a monster.
Han Muye held the magic sword in his hand and walked slowly forward while watching the pictures flashing in his mind.
Simon Realm is a big world with many strong people in it.
Huayan Sword Sect is also a large sect with superb swordsmanship and hundreds of great monks who have entered Taoism with swords.
There are kendo saints who use their swords to enter reincarnation.
Feng Zihe was just a law enforcement elder in the sect, and his cultivation had reached a bottleneck, so he came to participate in the Taoist struggle, hoping to take the opportunity to break through.
With the sword in his hand, Han Muye saw the inheritance of swordsmanship from the Huayan Sword Sect.
wind.
Thirteen fengmai swordsmanship can pursue the secret road of heaven.
Han Muye gently put the long sword into the sword case and raised his head, with fighting intent in his eyes.
"Tianxuan Sword Cultivator Han Muye came to ask for advice——"
