On Qingfeng Island, the scattered sword cultivators resisted with all their strength, and their sword energy was swaying.
Donghai Swordsman's personal combat power is indeed strong.
Alone, both are swordsmen with extremely strong cultivation.
The sword light flashed, causing spiritual light and blood to fly.
Sword cultivators are the most powerful beings among all kinds of cultivators.
Even those black-armored demon clan formations couldn't break through the sword cultivator's defense line for a while.
Han Muye looked at the fight on the beach and turned to look at the sky.
Lu Wuming looked gloomy and turned his head to look into the distance from time to time.
Over there is the location of the Qingfeng Sword Sect's mountain gate.
Reinforcements will come from that direction.
"Wow--"
Above the water, a figure rushed out.
A black-armored monk holding a spear flew towards Lu Wuming.
The heavenly realm of the spirit-armored demon clan!
The spear mobilized the power of heaven and earth, and the water waves turned into tides, crashing down on Lu Wuming's head.
This shot has the shadow of the great road.
artistic conception.
Just like the will of a sword.
Unexpectedly, among the spirit-armored demon clan, there are also masters who have practiced marksmanship to this level.
Lu Wuming looked solemn and waved his sword in his hand.
"when--"
The sound of the collision of spears and swords resounded, shaking the Baili Island.
The falling water splashed and countless rocks collapsed.
All those sword cultivators had to retreat.
The water waves rolled, and the black-armored army rushed in again.
Lu Wuming gritted his teeth and shouted: "Get in formation and defend Qingfeng Island!"
Behind him, the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples did not hesitate, they all flew down and stepped on the beach.
The sword light connected with each other, causing the aura to turn into a long dragon, standing in front of countless black-armored monsters.
The battle situation was slightly stabilized due to the action of the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples.
Many sword cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.
The green-robed Taoist beside Qi Ziming took a breath and looked into the distance: "Okay, okay, if you hold on for half an hour, reinforcements will probably arrive."
"Qingfeng Sword Sect will not ignore us."
On the beach, the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples took action, attracting countless cheers.
Those sword cultivators who were already frightened gathered their fighting strength again.
In Donghai Kendo practice, casual practitioners and sect practitioners complement each other.
Many casual cultivators left the sect and wandered among various islands after practicing in the sect. Because they searched for treasures and completed various tasks, they left the sect and wandered among various islands.
There are also many family practitioners who actually have sect status.
It's just that there are many rules in the sect, and many swordsmen who are used to being free and unorganized do not want to be controlled and would rather be casual cultivators.
Anyway, there are sufficient resources in the East China Sea, and at low levels, there is not much difference between casual cultivators and sect cultivators.
When your cultivation becomes advanced later on, just like Mo Yuan, you can find a sect to affiliate yourself with and become a worship elder.
"when--"
The black-armored monk's spear was knocked back again.
Lu Wuming's face turned slightly red and he did not take a step back.
In the distance, spiritual light and sword energy were already shining.
Reinforcements are coming!
"boom--"
There was a loud roar in the distance, attracting everyone's attention.
Then several golden streams of light rose into the sky.
Qingfeng Sword Sect’s signal for help!
Both Lu Wuming and the sword cultivator on the island looked pale.
Reinforcements are surrounded!
Moreover, the spirit-armored demon clan surrounding the reinforcements was so powerful that even the strong men of the Qingfeng Sword Sect asked for reinforcements.
Lu Wuming looked down.
At this time, all the sword cultivators looked blank.
They are waiting for reinforcements.
The reason why you can fight without retreating in the face of ten times the enemy is because you know that as long as you hold on for a moment, reinforcements will arrive.
At this time, the reinforcements were surrounded?
Even the strong men of the Qingfeng Sword Sect can't rush over?
Although the spirit-armored demon tribe is powerful, they are an endless tribe and they do not have any top masters.
For a long time, the reason why neither the Dragon Clan nor the Sword Dao Sect took the Spirit Armored Demon Clan seriously was that the Spirit Armored Demon Clan did not have a master of Dingding.
However, without a master, how can one besiege the strong men of the Qingfeng Sword Sect?
"Let's go, come with me to save people." Lu Wuming gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice.
Save people.
The Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples who were standing in formation on the beach looked at each other and flew up.
No matter how many casual cultivators there are, they are still not as good as those of my own sect.
Qingfeng Sword Sect, that is its foundation.
Lu Wuming let out a long roar, and the sword light merged with the sword formation, turning into a giant sword a hundred feet long, and rushed towards the distance.
There was silence on Qingfeng Island.
Without the strong men of Qingfeng Sword Sect, how can these more than ten thousand sword cultivators defend themselves?
In an instant, all the fighting spirit that had gathered collapsed.
Looking at the black-armored demon clan rushing in like a tide, some people dropped their swords on the beach, while others gritted their teeth and rushed over.
Today, death is the only destination.
Qi Ziming held the sword in his hand and looked at Han Muye in front of him.
Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly stood up.
On his body, the faint sword light began to gather, and then turned into a rich halo.
The strength of this sword light made Qi Ziming and others look askance.
"Han, Brother Han, you, your cultivation -" Qi Ziming whispered.
At this time, Han Muye's cultivation level had risen from the golden elixir revealed before to the heavenly realm.
This is a heavenly monk!
There is more than one heavenly realm person on Qingfeng Island. After Lu Wuming left, there was another heavenly realm monk!
The sword light from Han Muye's body swayed, causing the sword cultivator who had collapsed to pause.
With Heavenly Realm Daxiu here, is there still a glimmer of hope?
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Han Muye.
This is the only hope.
Han Muye unsheathed his two swords and flew towards the sky.
Over there, the great monk in black armor laughed loudly and smashed the spear in his hand at Han Muye's head.
In his opinion, Qingfeng Island without the protection of Qingfeng Sword Sect can be captured in a moment.
Below, everyone raised their heads and looked at Han Muye in the sky.
Can this heavenly sword cultivator block an extremely powerful shot?
If it cannot be stopped, then the ten thousand people on this island will die.
Seeing the spear smash down, causing the power of heaven and earth to converge into a long dragon, Han Muye's expression did not change, and his swords suddenly released.
Abandon the sword?
wrong!
Swordsmanship!
Two long swords with swirling arcs instantly appeared in front of the black-armored monk.
The black-armored monk laughed ferociously, and did not close the spear. He just let go of one hand and grabbed the sword.
"Snapped--"
The sword was caught.
It’s over…
Below, countless people closed their eyes.
If Jianxiu's sword is caught, what hope is there?
It is not the best choice to use sword control in front of the black-armored demon clan with extremely strong defense.
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At this moment, another spinning sword suddenly collided with the sword held by the black-armored monk.
The swords collided, and the blade of the sword hung in the black-armored monk's hand, spinning lightly.
The sword flashed, grazing the black-armored monk's neck and leaving a trail of blood.
The sword seemed to have no fulcrum and slowly fell downwards.
But the black-armored monk looked pale at this moment, let go of his sword, and tried to cover his neck.
The blood marks on his neck are getting deeper, redder, and longer——
"Bang——"
Bloody light spreads.
The two swords cooperate to complete a mysterious kill!
Kill the enemy purely with sword skills, not with force!
No one came back to their senses until the demonic light on the black-armored monk shot up to the sky and fed the heaven and earth.
How could such a light sword kill a great monk in the heavenly realm?
"Buzz——"
The two swords returned to Han Muye's hands, and then turned into a ten-foot-long crescent moon, sweeping downwards.
At this time, the sword light was different again.
This cold crescent moon light, with its whistling sound, no matter whether it is the half-step heaven realm or the ordinary earth realm, none of those black-armored monsters can block a sword.
overbearing.
The bloody light brought by this crescent moon instantly filled the entire beach.
With one sword drawn, there will be no mercy.
This is sword cultivation!
Fight with the strong and win with skill.
If you are an enemy of the weak, you will not be tolerated.
This is how sword cultivators should be!
"If you haven't drawn your sword yet, how long will you wait?" Han Muye shouted in a low voice, wielding his sword again.
Draw your sword!
"Canglang——"
A long sword was unsheathed and rushed towards the collapsed black-armored demon clan formation.
In times of moral struggle, killing the enemy can provide you with the power to support you in return.
Even if it is not much, it is countless times stronger than the power brought by my own meditation practice.
What's more, at this time, the black-armored army's formation had been broken and it was just a massacre.
"Woo——"
There was a sound of horns on the water, and the black-armored demon clan retreated with the tide.
The entire beach was littered with countless corpses of black-armored monsters.
Some casual cultivators wanted to step forward to collect suitable spiritual materials, but were stopped by people around them.
According to the rules, in such a huge victory, all harvests must be arranged by the person who contributed the most.
This time, had it not been for the sudden attack of the Heaven Realm Great Cultivator, not to mention the gains, all the sword cultivators on Qingfeng Island would have perished.
"Brother Han, Senior Han, please clean up the battlefield first, and the black-armored demon clan will retreat temporarily..." Qi Zimingfei stepped forward and cupped his fists towards Han Muye.
"Brother Qi, you make arrangements." Han Muye nodded, then looked to the other side.
There, spiritual light, sword light, and evil spirits intertwined.
The Qingfeng Sword Sect's reinforcements were intercepted and killed there.
Seeing him turning his head to look, Qi Ziming's expression changed and he hurriedly said: "Senior Han, you, where do you want to go?"
Han Muye can’t leave!
If he leaves and the black-armored demon clan counterattacks, how will the people on this island survive?
Qi Ziming's words made the people around him turn pale.
Others asked in low voices, and then raised their heads nervously.
The sword cultivators who originally heard that they could handle the harvest now looked up at Han Muye.
No matter how much you gain, it is not worth your own life.
"Everyone, the Qingfeng Sword Sect was besieged because they were trying to rescue us. We can't just die without saving them." Taking a deep breath, Han Muye spoke in a low voice.
His words made the sword cultivator below nod.
But no one spoke up.
How to save?
With these casual cultivators?
Or is it the only heavenly realm overhaul here?
It’s not that I can’t help, it’s that I don’t have the ability.
Qi Ziming's expression changed, but he did not speak after all.
He could not persuade Han Muye to stay and watch the Qingfeng Sword Sect's people being surrounded and killed.
Although most people here have this intention, no one can speak out.
Selfishness cannot be said.
Seeing that no one spoke, Han Muye said loudly: "Everyone, if the Qingfeng Sword Sect's reinforcements are destroyed, we will have no chance of survival."
Now the Qingfeng Sword Sect's reinforcements are surrounded, and the black-armored demon clan's army has passed, so this place will be slightly safer.
When that side is destroyed and countless strong men from the black-armored demon tribe come, how can we hold on here?
Han Muye's words made the sword cultivators all look pale and at a loss.
"Then, what should we do?"
"Go to the rescue? How can we rescue him?"
"Senior, if you go, what will we do?"
…
No one wants to be abandoned.
Just now, they had been abandoned once by the Qingfeng Sword Sect.
"Haha, we are casual cultivators after all..." Someone sat on the ground dejectedly.
Yes, casual cultivators deserve to be abandoned.
Han Muye looked down, his eyes flashing.
enough.
"Give you a hundred breaths of time, collect the loot, and then form an array."
"I will teach you a simple sword formation. In a quarter of an hour, we will go rescue the people of Qingfeng Sword Sect."
Han Muye shouted low, and the sword light on his body flashed, covering the entire island.
The power of the sword light makes people feel firm in their hearts.
The strong often rely on the weak.
The more difficult the time, the more many people worship the strong and place everything on them.
Many times, this kind of blind worship will not yield good results, but as long as the strong person is really courageous, this is the fastest way to gather strength.
Hundreds of breaths.
A formation has formed on the beach.
More than ten thousand sword cultivators stood loosely together, forming seven or eight groups of different sizes.
The sword light in Han Muye's hand flashed, and he quickly practiced his sword skills.
The swordsmanship he used was very simple. It was a method he had deduced and could superimpose the combat power of the swordsmen around him.
They are all casual cultivators and they don’t know each other on weekdays. How can they cooperate wholeheartedly?
His swordsmanship is nothing more than pulling the strength of the swordsmen around him and gathering a little more strength.
One plus one is less than two.
But compared to the previous loose and disorderly fight, this is already rare.
A quarter of an hour later, the sword light on the beach was already reaching the sky.
The three strongest military formations can already superimpose the power of the gathered sword cultivators a hundred times.
One thousand plus one thousand equals one hundred.
This kind of power, which is a hundred times stronger, can easily kill a heavenly Nascent Soul practitioner.
enough!
Han Muye drew his sword and shouted loudly: "Everyone, I am Han Muye, I think someone has heard of it."
"Come to the East China Sea, Han wants to put an end to the chaos in the East China Sea."
He waved the long sword in his hand and said calmly: "Donghai sword cultivation is one of the foundations of my Tianxuan, and casual cultivation is the foundation of sword cultivation."
"As long as the individual cultivators work together, the East China Sea will be certain."
After saying that, he flew up and activated all the military formations behind him, turning into a sword light and floating into the air.
Han Muye!
Then challenge Han Muye, the swordsman of the East China Sea, the banished immortal of the swordsman of Xijiang, and the great master of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou!
The more casual practitioners become, the more interested they become in these stories.
But no one expected that the world's most powerful swordsman would be right in front of them.
He also taught himself sword formation.
"Brother Han, haha, I, Qi Ziming, actually called myself brother to the swordsman." Qi Ziming laughed loudly, and the sword light surged from his body.
His words caused the swordsman next to him to smile.
Sword formations were everywhere, and the strength increased again.
This is the gathering of strength from the strong.
Han Muye revealed his identity at this time just to boost everyone's morale.
Leading them into battle was Han Muye, the banished kendo immortal, the great swordsman who wanted to challenge the East China Sea with his sword.
If such a strong man led himself to kill the water demon, what would it matter if he died in battle?
"Buzz——"
Ahead, the sword in Han Muye's hand was already shining.
"Brothers, please give me a helping hand."
Han Muye shouted.
brother.
No words were spoken, all the sword light was in response.
The Chongxiao Sword Qi condensed and turned into a huge sword.
Han Muye was very familiar with these methods in Western Xinjiang.
Back then, he always acted as a support, gathering all his sword energy and then giving it to the strong men around him to take action.
This time, in the East China Sea, he gathered the power of the sword cultivators around him and then took action!
Unknowingly, he has become a truly strong man in this world.
"Here comes the sword."
He stretched out his hand and a huge sword fell in front of him.
"Han Muye from Western Xinjiang brought ten thousand loose cultivators from Qingfeng Island to rescue fellow Taoist Qingfeng Sword Sect."
Han Muye shouted loudly.
If you do things without leaving your name, isn't it in vain?
"The Way of the Sword banishes the Immortal!"
"The Exorcist of Kendo is here to save us!"
"Haha, Lu Wuming, thank you for banishing the immortal and all fellow Taoists."
"Exiled Immortal, fellow Taoists, I, the Qingfeng Sword Sect, would like to thank you very much!"
From ahead, voices came one after another.
Behind Han Muye, the sword cultivators looked excited.
They are just scattered sand and ants, existences that are not noticed by anyone.
But at this time, even the strong men of Qingfeng Sword Sect wanted to express their thanks.
Worth it!
Han Muye chuckled and raised his hand.
The giant sword rises.
At this moment, this big sword was full of fighting spirit and emotion.
A battle to show the glory of swordsmanship!
Even if you are a casual cultivator, even if you are a low-level cultivator, don't your hearts boil with passion?
Can't a weak person fight?
"kill."
Han Muye spoke in a low voice.
"kill--"
"kill--"
"kill--"
Countless casual cultivators roared loudly.
This is the roar of the weak and the roar of the strong.
The power of ten thousand sword cultivators gathered together and turned into a huge sword, which was cut down with one sword.
"Roar--"
A powerful man from the black-armored demon clan's heavenly realm flew forward to intercept the sword.
But just after he caught the sword, his expression changed drastically.
Even with his height of 100 feet, he couldn't stop this sword!
Second place, third place, fourth place.
Five great demons in the heavenly realm flew up and tried their best to block the power of the sword.
Han Mu, a wild man, stood motionless in mid-air.
Behind him, all the sword cultivators in formation had blue veins on their foreheads, gritting their teeth and persisting.
With the help of a mob like his own, he was actually able to overwhelm five great demons in the heavenly realm!
happy!
"kill!"
I don't know who shouted.
"kill--"
Countless people responded.
At this moment, they are not ant cultivators, they are strong men who can confront the great cultivators of the heavenly realm!
The sword light is extremely bright.
Han Muye chuckled and raised his hand.
"boom--"
The bodies of the five great demons were cut off instantly!
"boom--"
Endless sword light split the water surface, cutting out a hundred-mile-long trench.
Waves of water rose into the sky.
Compared with the water light, the blood light after the death of the five great demons in the heavenly realm is alluring!
Five heavenly realms, cut off with one sword!
"What a powerful sword..." A green-robed Taoist whispered on the flying boat surrounded by the black-armored army.
Beside him, the others nodded silently.
Even the strongest elder of the Qingfeng Sword Sect could not execute such a sword.
"One sword killed three Yuan Yings at the seventh level, one Yuan Ying at the ninth level, and a major cultivator who left the body, and five heavenly beings fell directly. These methods were used by casual cultivators."
Lu Wuming looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Xijiang Swordsman has long promised to challenge the East China Sea with swords. I thought he would return to the clan with ten thousand swords to challenge various sects. Now let's see..."
Looking at it now, I am afraid that with the power of rogue cultivators, they are sweeping across the East China Sea!
Sword pick, it turns out to be this kind of sword pick!
"Fellow Taoists, if we don't fight now, when will we wait?"
Ahead, Han Muye held a long sword in his hand and shouted loudly.
war!
The Qingfeng Sword Sect masters who were surrounded by the battle circle flew out and charged in all directions.
Without a strong man to guard them, the black-armored demon clan cannot exert its fighting power and can only retreat in all directions.
"boom--"
Han Muye slashed down with his sword, his expression unchanged, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Qingfeng Sword Sect.
"Fellow Qingfeng Sword Sect, your mountain gate is under siege."
His words caused the expressions of all the Qingfeng Sword Sect masters to change drastically.
