The sword light is like a rainbow, activating thousands of sword intentions!
When the sword light rose from Han Muye's body, the hundreds of thousands of sword pills on the pill sword repair formation vibrated.
The expressions of the three thousand sword cultivators who were about to penetrate the sword array changed drastically.
This sword formation changed instantly!
The endless sword energy is intertwined and swayed, and the sword intention is so solid that it is difficult to distinguish!
The sword formation that was originally focused on defense was about to reverse itself at this time, turning into a peerless ferocious formation with appalling attack power!
As soon as the battle situation changed, the sky was suddenly filled with freezing coldness.
The three thousand sword cultivators who landed on the sword formation were unable to stand in front of this cold sword intent.
These sword cultivators are also experienced. They will retreat when the sword light flashes.
"Jinkun, blind your eyes!" Han Muye shouted in a low voice.
Jin Kun did not hesitate, his whole body burst into golden light, and countless dazzling golden leaves flew out.
Supernatural power, blindness!
The golden leaves directly crossed the space and appeared in front of the three thousand sword cultivators, covering all of their eyes.
A blinding leaf!
The golden leaves blocked all sight, leaving everything in front of him in darkness.
With their eyes blocked, these swordsmen couldn't tell the direction and had nowhere to escape for a while.
Chaos!
Even though they had experienced hundreds of battles, these sword cultivators were in a state of chaos at this moment.
"boom--"
Below, the endless killing sword energy rises from the sword array.
This is the wave of swordsmanship caused by the Zhoutian Formation composed of 360,000 sword pills!
The sword light is endless, gathering into a dragon!
The sword is a dragon, dancing in the nine heavens!
Three thousand swordsmen were the first to bear the brunt of the sword dragon, unable to even resist.
The sword dragon roared and swallowed up three thousand sword cultivators.
When the sword dragon passed through, the sword energy in each of the three thousand sword cultivators was shattered, and the condensed sword intent in the chest and abdomen was assimilated, consumed by the sword pill, and turned into nothing.
The sword array changes, and three thousand sword cultivators are destroyed in one breath!
Three thousand sword lights dispersed, and then were torn apart by the solid sword light from the sword core on top of the formation.
When the body dies, the Tao disappears.
This change lasted only three breaths. No matter it was Mo Wuluo or Huang Tingshu, the alchemy cultivators below, including the masked sword cultivator standing on the deck of the flying boat, did not react.
"boom--"
Three Thousand Swordsman cultivated his body to death, the power of the sword formation soared to the sky, and the long sword intention led the sword light to hit the demon army.
In the void, the power of feedback began to come.
The beam of light fell on those alchemy cultivators, causing spiritual light to swirl around them.
"Quickly rewind——"
Mo Wuluo's eyes widened and he shouted loudly.
The sword dragon roared towards us, and the demonic army that had not formed an army was completely unable to stop it!
"boom--"
Mo Wuluo flew up and struck the sword dragon head-on with the long sword in his hand.
But the long dragon formed by the sword formation was extremely agile. It just swung its tail to dodge the sword light, then shattered into endless sword light and rushed towards the demonic army.
The sword light rushed past, smashing the millions of demonic troops into pieces.
Heavy casualties!
The powerful army of millions of demons was struck by the sword light transformed by the sword dragon, and at least half of it was destroyed!
This is Mo Wuluo’s capital in the Taoist struggle!
Seeing his team's hard work turn into such a state, the demonic energy on Mo Wuluo's body turned into a black column of smoke, and he looked up to the sky and roared.
He lowered his head, his eyes red, staring at Han Muye in the distance.
The masked sword cultivator on the immortal boat trembled all over and slowly turned his head.
"It's you……"
He gritted his teeth and pointed his sword at Han Muye.
He is a sword cultivator, so it is easy to see who did all this.
If Han Muye hadn't activated the power of the sword formation, how could the three thousand sword cultivators under his command have died instantly?
When the sword cultivator's eyes fell on Han Muye and the long sword pointed out from the air, it was like a huge mountain weighing down on his head.
Words and deeds should be correct, and position yourself in the distance.
This is a great swordsman with extremely strong swordsmanship!
"Jin Kun, go to my uncle's side." Han Muye raised his hand and pushed, and Jin Kun's body drifted towards Huang Tingshui.
Pushing Jin Kun away, a green long sword appeared in Han Muye's hand.
It's not the Qingming Sword, but a refined magical sword.
He rarely uses magical swords because he has always aimed to hone his swordsmanship. When it comes to using swords, he only needs to use his hands.
But today, he used the magic sword.
A strong swordsman from Qiyao Sword Sect, his sword intent is solid and has become the light of the avenue. Such a great swordsman is worth fighting!
The fighting spirit surges into the sky, and the sword intent condenses.
"Tianxuan Sword Cultivator Han Muye came to ask for advice——"
Han Muye shouted in a low voice, pointed the sword forward in his hand, and took a step forward.
Huang Tingzhu narrowed his eyes, looked at Han Muye, whose sword was as bright as a dragon, and whispered softly: "Han Muye, Muye, haha, then it's not difficult to guess his other identity, right?"
"Sure enough, it is a battle of great ways, and there will be an unparalleled genius."
"Hope, this is God's will..."
Han Muye didn't care whether it was God's will or not.
At this moment, his whole body was focused on the sword in his hand.
The sword, with its endless sharpness and one thousandth breath, struck directly at the flying boat.
"boom--"
The flying boat exploded and was split in half by a sword.
Then, on the shattered flying boat, a sharp sword light quietly appeared and stabbed Han Muye in the chest.
Han Muye had already expected it. He turned his long sword and faced it with its sharp edge. There was nothing fancy about it.
"when--"
The two swords clashed, and Han Muye was knocked thousands of feet away.
If it is the Qing Ming Sword, this blow will damage the long sword.
"Out-of-body overhaul."
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand was pointed at the big sword cultivator who was walking slowly through the air.
At this time, the mask covering the Qiyao Sword Sect's great swordsman in white had been chopped into pieces by Han Muye's sword. His aura was solemn, and a violent sword light lingered around him.
Around forty years old, he has a square face, but the viciousness in his eyes seems to be turning into reality.
"I, the Seven-Yam Sword Master Zhu Wuwu, have practiced the Seven-Yao Three-Star Sword Technique for 3,800 years."
"Our Qiyao Sword Sect cultivates swords with the spirit of killing, and we insist on fighting with the sword."
"You can kill these disciples who came with me, I don't care."
On the sword in Zhu Wuli's hand, a gloomy sword light circulated, causing the surrounding void to vibrate and roar softly.
This is because the power is too concentrated, causing the power of space to suppress it.
In the land of Dao struggle, the power of the great monks is gathered together, reincarnation and cause and effect are not revealed, and they can activate the power of space, which is already a top power.
"If you abandon your sword at this time and become my sword slave, I will keep you alive for a hundred years."
The vibrating space power surged out from the long sword in Zhu Wuwu's hand, and instantly enveloped Han Muye in a hundred feet of void.
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Huang Ting frowned and raised his hand to activate the power of the golden seal. The mad Mo Wuluo opposite him activated his long knife and slashed it down.
Demon cultivators, the more crazy they are, the calmer they are.
Mo Wuluo wanted to stop himself from rescuing Han Muye.
But does this person really need to be rescued by himself?
Huang Tingshu chuckled, the golden seal reversed, and the shadow of Pixiu flew up from it, blocking Mo Wuluo's sword light.
"boom--"
The sword light and Pixiu collided, and the golden light and the dark magic light were entangled.
Over there, Zhu Wuwu reached out with a long sword in his hand and pointed at Han Muye's head.
"I will give you three breaths——"
Before he finished speaking, Han Muye, who was frozen in the void, had disappeared from where he was.
The space is just frozen. Not to mention that Han Muye can break it by himself, even if the sky crane wings are activated, he can escape instantly.
When he reappeared, he was already standing ten feet in front of Zhu Wuwu.
"good--"
Zhu ignored him and stopped mentioning the sword slave. He shouted lowly and thrust out his sword.
The sword light cut through the void, and the sword edge appeared on Han Muye's chest.
Not only is it fast, it also breaks the oppression of the void.
Before the ear-piercing scream could be heard, it was frozen by the chill emanating from the sword light.
A great swordsman who is extremely good at controlling the power of space!
Besides the power of the five elements, the power of space and thunder are the most lethal.
The Zhu Wuwu that Han Muye met today was a swordsman who controlled the power of space.
It’s just that Han Muye is also familiar with space power.
The illusory wings behind him moved lightly, and the sword light in front of him could not reach his chest.
This scene made Zhu Rong change his expression.
This was the first time he met a swordsman who could compete with him in the space.
"Buzz——"
When he turned the sword in his hand, the sword light exploded, and the twelve sword blades shattered and shrouded Han Muye's head.
This time, Han Muye raised his sword.
"I once learned a move of Hidden Sky Swordsmanship, which can break the power of space and conquer the void."
"Based on this, I will deduce a sword, please watch it——"
Han Muye shouted in a low voice and waved his sword sideways.
"The way of space, the first sword, formless."
The sword is invisible, and all things are without form.
Completely transcending the constraints of space, the sword light appeared in front of Zhu Wuwu.
When the sword was slashed, the ten feet of void between him and Zhu Wuwu was stretched infinitely.
The space grew to thousands of miles long, and it was so long that the sword in Zhu Wuli's hand trembled and shattered.
Zhu Wuwang's face turned pale instantly, and he broke the sword in his hand and struck back hard.
But the moment the broken sword struck, his eyes widened.
This blow hit the air!
No form!
Since it has no form, it is naturally elusive.
The sword light you see is not the real sword light!
"Stab-"
A sword blade pierced out from Zhu Wuwu's right chest, dripping with bright red blood.
The invisible and formless sword actually pierced out from Zhu Wuwu's body!
With this sword, not only Zhu Wuwang, whose sword was hidden deep in his chest, turned pale, but also Mo Wuluo in the distance felt his heart tremble.
A strange color appeared on Huang Ting's vertical face, and he turned to look at Han Muye.
Han Muye's swordsmanship is not inferior to Confucianism?
"Bang——"
Zhu Wuwu slapped his chest with a palm, shaking the edge of his sword, then turned to look at Mo Wuluo and Han Muye, gritted his teeth, and ran away.
If he doesn't run away, he will lose his life here if he is seriously injured.
Han Muye stretched out his hand, and the blade of a severed sword fell into his palm.
The sword energy was poured into it, spiritual energy poured in, and he saw the memory image in the sword.
Qiyao Sword Sect, kill to stop killing.
This sect emphasizes the law of the weak and the strong. Starting from the outer sect, all disciples are killed and selected layer by layer.
Those who can step into the heavenly realm are all iron-blooded swordsmen who have killed all their peers and whose swords have been stained with countless blood.
Zhu Wuwu cultivated to the out-of-body stage, and was covered in blood, which can be described as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Han Muye did not object to sword cultivation as a way to enter the Tao through killing, but he should not become the main practitioner of a sect with such a path that was completely trained on killing.
It's just that the Qiyao Sword Sect is a dual-sage sect, with several half-sage great sword cultivators sitting in charge, and the sect's strength is overwhelming.
Such great forces can run rampant in the ordinary world of cultivation.
The sword energy fed back, and the images in Han Muye's mind disappeared.
Understand the swordsmanship of Qiyao and March.
Understand the swordsmanship of Seven Stars.
…
Holding the edge of the sword, Han Muye raised his head and looked into the distance.
It's very interesting that Zhu ignores the direction of escape.
The sword light rose from Han Muye's body, and the sword in his hand was sharp, and he slashed it down with one strike.
No form.
Mo Wuluo in the distance let out a low shout, and a black magic mist spread around him.
"Bang——"
"Bang——"
Outside the magic mist, countless sword lights intertwined and slashed, but in the end they failed to break through the defense.
When the sword light dissipated and the magic mist disappeared, Mo Wuluo's figure was gone.
The remaining hundreds of thousands of demonic troops also slowly retreated.
Han Muye nodded to Huang Tingshu, moved his body, and flew away.
He rides on the wings of the sky crane and escapes in the void without any speed or slowness.
The sword strike just now injured Zhu Wuwu and left a mark on his body. No matter how Zhu Wuwu ran, he could not get rid of it.
Ahead, Zhu Wuwu had also noticed Han Muye's pursuit. He changed direction several times and quietly increased his speed.
But Han Muye remained calm and fell behind.
After traveling five hundred thousand miles, Zhu Wuwu paused, seemed to have made some decision, turned around, and disappeared.
Han Muye chuckled lightly and chased after him.
For three consecutive days, Zhu Wuli's speed became faster and faster, until he landed in an area full of broken meteorites, and then disappeared completely.
Literally even the breath has disappeared.
Even the mark left by Han Muye before could not be found.
Are these methods the work of a saint?
Standing where he was, Han Muye took out the blade of Zhu Wuwu's broken sword, held it in his hand, and continued to explore the memory in it.
After a hundred breaths, he opened his eyes, with a deep spiritual light shining in them.
"I know where this is..."
This is the place where Huang Yishang found the remains of sword cultivation outside the territory.
Huang Yishang got a jade slip for refining sword pills, three sword pills, and some other good things.
Consistent with the memory in the sword pill, Han Muye released his hand and cut off the sword. He no longer searched for Zhu Wuwu's position, but flew forward and fell forward.
Passing through countless meteorites, the surrounding space changed and turned into phantoms.
"Snapped."
When Han Muye landed on a meteorite no more than a hundred miles in size, he saw staggered sword marks in front of him.
Here, there are swordsmen who have fought against each other before.
Scanning his eyes, Han Muye could see through the sword moves revealed in the sword marks.
"Strength sword, mind sword."
Whispering in his mouth, he walked forward slowly.
Under the cliff ahead, there is a cave of 100 feet.
Stepping into the cave, you can see traces of long sword cuts everywhere.
After walking a long way, he saw a familiar figure.
Huang Yishang.
But at this time, Huang Yishang was already sitting cross-legged on the stone collapse, his body was haggard and his breath was cut off.
He was seriously injured and came here to look for opportunities, but unfortunately, it seemed that he didn't find any opportunities?
Han Muye walked up to Huang Yishang's remains and looked at a small jade-colored sword in his hand.
He stretched out his hand and the small sword fell into his palm.
The sword energy penetrated, the spiritual energy poured in, and the small sword vibrated softly.
A picture appeared in Han Muye's mind.
This is not a sword, but it is also related to swords.
This is a seal, related to a legacy.
Jiange.
It is not a three-story sword pavilion, not a five-story sword pavilion, but a six-story sword pavilion that is related to the three-day inheritance in the world of Xianyuan.
"Is there such a place in the endless sea?"
Looking at the group of islands in the endless sea in the picture, Han Muye whispered softly.
It was in the depths of the endless sea, on the vast islands, where many practitioners lived.
Most of these practitioners came by chance from various realms, and sword cultivators were the majority among them.
As for why he came to these islands, Han Muye became interested.
trade.
On these islands, you can trade with each other and with monsters in the endless sea.
This is the only place in the endless sea where humans and monsters can live in peace.
The power of heaven here seems to be outside the great road.
Broken Star Island.
Looking up at the interlaced horizontal stripes on the stone wall in front of him, Han Muye was a little curious.
In the Land of Dao Conflict, can the teleportation array to Broken Star Island still be used?
If it couldn't be used, how could Zhu Wuwu disappear out of thin air?
Holding a small jade sword in his hand, Han Muye raised his hand, and his sword intent fell on the lines of the teleportation array.
"Buzz——"
There was a soft sound, and there were faint ripples on the array pattern that completely enveloped Han Muye.
When the ripples disappeared, Han Muye had already disappeared.
"boom--"
Just when Han Muye disappeared, there was an explosion of thunder in the void.
"It's another method of the Endless Heavenly Lord. Is the Endless Sea really trying to become an enemy of our Immortal Origin World?" A low voice came from the void.
"Forget it, Fellow Daoist Hu, we are just a few who have gone through reincarnation and touched the surface of the eternal river of time. How can we be noticed by the Heavenly Lord?"
"Let's preside over this dispute quietly and see if we can get some benefits."
"Yes, Wu Tianzun's arrangement should not get involved in the Taoist struggle. He still looks down on the opportunity of the Taoist struggle."
A few old voices came, and then the void slowly became silent.
…
This is not the first time for Han Muye to travel through the space formation.
Back when he was in the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Demons in the Southern Wilderness, he had experienced this tremendous power of traveling through the world.
When he felt it again at this time, he had a more profound understanding.
Without reincarnation and the power to control time, it would be impossible to arrange such a teleportation formation.
It seems that behind Broken Star Island, there is a powerful person who can reach the sky.
"Bang——"
Falling into the dark sea water, the waves rushing towards you are filled with warm water vapor.
The affinity power of the water veins penetrated, and Han Muye saw fish swimming under the water.
In this endless sea, there is such a pure sea area?
Turning to look at the dark sea in the distance, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
Perhaps, only around these islands is normal sea water?
This is a place specially arranged with great supernatural powers, like a Tao realm.
Han Muye stood floating on the water, turned his head, and saw a small canoe moving forward in the waves.
On the bow of the small canoe, a young man with bare chest spread out a big net and struggled to unscrew it.
When the net was drawn into the water, the young man first slowly closed the net, and then used all his strength to quickly lift the big net and pull it onto the bow of the boat.
In the net, fish of all sizes were jumping, as well as conches and shrimps.
Han Muye moved and landed on the bow of the ship.
At his feet, a broken sword hung on the net.
Zhu ignored the broken sword.
As expected, Zhu Wuwu came to Broken Star Island, but he didn't know what secret method he used to eliminate the mark he left on him.
"Da, Daxian——"
The arrival of Han Muye made the young man who closed the net tremble all over and sat down on the deck.
"Which island on Broken Star Island is this?" Han Muye lowered his head and spoke softly.
"Yinghuo, Yinghuo Island." The young man stammered and looked at Han Muye, as if expecting Han Muye to leave quickly after asking about the location.
Unfortunately, after Han Muye heard the name "Firefly Island", not only did he not leave, but he smiled on his face.
"Firefly Island?"
"Then Yujing Sword Shop is on Firefly Island, isn't it?"
Looking at the young man who was sitting down, Han Muye warmly asked: "What's your name?"
Ask for your name?
The young man's face turned pale, and he quickly lay down on the deck and kowtowed to Han Muye "bang bang bang".
"Great Immortal, my whole family depends on me for support, please don't let me sacrifice you with blood!"
"I still have two newborn babies at home. If I die, everyone will not be able to survive!"
Blood sacrifice?
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and was about to speak when he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the broken sword in the snare on the deck.
The broken sword resounded, and in the distance, the sound of a sword whistling could be heard.
"Uncle Master, this is the person!"
Zhu ignored the sound of gnashing his teeth and growled.