408, Kill the Transformation God, One Hundred Thousand Sword Pills!
Thousands of miles away, flames soar into the sky!
There is the mountain gate of Qingfeng Sword Sect.
"Buzz——"
There was a roar in the void.
"I am telling you, a disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, that the Lingjia Demon Clan is attacking in large numbers. The mountain gate is in danger. This sect leader and the elders are determined to fight to the death with the enemy."
"The garrisoned disciples from all sides are not allowed to return to aid, leaving our Qingfeng Sword Sect inheritance to be immortal -"
A rich voice came.
The sound was heard three times in a row, but it was gone.
The sect leader fights to the death, and the disciples are not allowed to come back for help!
This is to destroy both jade and stone!
Lu Wuming and the Qingfeng Sword Sect Heaven Realm elders all had sad faces, gritted their teeth, and looked towards the mountain gate.
Over there, my classmates are fighting to the death.
However, the sect leader ordered that disciples from all over the country are not allowed to return to aid.
Because the enemy is too strong, even if all the power of the Qingfeng Sword Sect is gathered together, it will only lead to death.
It would be better for the disciples everywhere to save their lives and leave the sect's legacy behind.
Below, the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples were at a loss, and many of them had tears streaming down their faces.
Most of the sect practitioners have regarded the sect as their own home.
At this point, the family is about to be destroyed.
The casual cultivators who gathered around also had complicated expressions.
Many of them were like this too. After their sect was destroyed, they could only become casual cultivators.
"What should I do?" A Qingfeng Sword Sect Jindan deacon gritted his teeth and looked at the green-robed elder beside him.
The elder stared and said nothing.
The enemy is strong, and if you go back, you will die.
The sect leader has given an order not to return aid.
But, you really don’t want to go back?
"Qiang——"
There was a sword chant, and the white-haired and blue-robed elder of the Qingfeng Sword Sect held a long sword and stepped forward with one step.
"Lu Wuming, lead all the disciples to leave, and I will go to the mountain gate to rescue you."
The sword light was lingering around him, and a sharp halo flashed into the sky.
The breath of absolute absoluteness filled the air instantly.
"I, Fang Yihe, was born in the Qingfeng Sword Sect and grew up in the Qingfeng Sword Sect. The sect is my home."
"Today the evil spirits are surrounding me, Qingfeng Sword Sect. Fang Yihe's life will be returned to the sect."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flew into the sky and flew away.
Fang Yihe flew away, and the others looked at each other. Some followed, while others stood still and hesitated.
For a time, the disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect were reduced to scattered sand.
Han Muye shook his head and looked down at the casual cultivators who had followed him.
The fighting spirit of practitioners comes from firm belief. If the belief is there, life and death will not be hindered. If there is no belief, there will be no power to fight.
"We are both Tianxuan Sword Cultivators, how could I, Han Muye, remain indifferent while seeing the Qingfeng Sword Sect's mountain gate being besieged?"
"Today, Han Muye and Donghai Jianxiu will live and die together——"
The sound is clear and spreads thousands of miles!
With the total death!
As a master of swordsmanship, once you open your mouth, you will never break your promise.
"Live and die together!" Qi Ziming, holding a long sword, shouted loudly.
"With the total death--"
All the sword cultivators around him shouted, and sword lights surged and gathered around them.
At this moment, the morale that had been dissipated began to gather again.
Han Muye drew his long sword and fled with tens of thousands of cultivators behind him in formation.
The sword cultivator of Qingfeng Sword Sect, who was still at a loss, followed the sword formation and rushed towards the mountain gate of Qingfeng Sword Sect.
With the total death!
At this moment, they just want to live and die together with their fellow sect members in the mountain gate.
When a black-armored demon clan came to intercept them, Han Muye killed them with a wave of his sword.
A thousand miles of sea was reached in just a few moments.
The boundless demonic energy surged and engulfed the entire island in front of it.
The mountain gate of Qingfeng Sword Sect has been surrounded.
The scattered Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples scattered in front are being surrounded and killed.
"kill."
Han Muye gave a long shout, activated the light of the sword in his hand, and slashed straight down.
His own strength had not mobilized much, but the sword light formed by tens of thousands of cultivators behind him had turned into a thousand-foot sword and slashed down in the air.
The sword light roars and runs like thunder!
"boom--"
The sword light directly chopped into pieces the black-armored demon clan that surrounded the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples.
"Seeking death!" someone shouted in the demonic aura ahead. A figure wearing black armor and holding a long sword stepped forward, bringing out a thousand feet of clear sword aura.
The sword energy collided with the sword shadow, and the sound of landslides and ground cracks was heard.
Out-of-body monk!
On the other side, several figures of great monks appeared.
Fang Yihe and others who had escaped earlier returned in embarrassment and met up with Han Muye and others.
Several black-armored monks in the void were holding down all directions.
Han Muye and the swordsman behind him were surrounded by several great monks.
No wonder the leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect forbids his disciples from rescuing, because these spirit-armored monsters are here to help!
No matter how many disciples came to rescue, they all ended up dying!
The sword cultivators behind Han Muye were all pale-faced and trembling under the pressure of the great cultivator.
Han Muye held a long sword in front of him, looked at the black-armored figure in front of him, and glanced at the black-armored monks surrounding him.
"Brothers, are you afraid of death?"
Han Muye shouted loudly.
fear death?
Of course I'm afraid.
Everyone is afraid of death.
Isn’t it just to live longer if you practice hard?
Although no one spoke, the solemn atmosphere was already the answer.
Han Muye pointed his sword forward with a glint in his eyes: "I'm also afraid of death."
Yes, talented people like Han Muye should have had a brilliant future.
As long as he doesn't perish, he has a chance to reach the top of the world.
How could such a person risk his life?
"Brother Han, we, we will protect you and fight out." Qi Ziming gritted his teeth and tried to make his voice coherent.
The souls from the surrounding great monks were overwhelming, making it difficult for them to stand in the void.
"Kill out, Han Banxian, you can't die here." Lu Wuming said in a low voice.
Everyone's eyes fell on Han Muye.
This swordsman banished immortal should not die here with them.
Many people clenched the hilts of their swords, and their eyes gradually became firmer.
"Kill out?" Han Muye's fighting spirit gathered, and an illusory long sword appeared behind him.
Kendo Yuanying leaves the body.
"I, Han Muye, am afraid of death because I am afraid that I will not be able to live long enough to reach the peak that the world has never seen before."
"I, Han Muye, am afraid of death because I am afraid that there are still many things I have not done and I have regrets in my heart."
"I, Han Muye, am afraid of death because I am afraid that the debts and feelings I owe in this life have not yet been repaid."
The long sword in his hand vibrated, and Han Muye's eyes fell on his own sword.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Brothers, ask about your own swords."
"Ask him if he can let you live."
Looking at the sword in his hand, Han Muye said softly: "Qing Ming, you will let me live, right?"
"Buzz——"
Qingming Sword let out a long roar, and the sword light bloomed.
At this moment, all the swords within thousands of miles began to vibrate.
The sword is responding!
Each sword cultivator's eyes were filled with excitement.
Cultivation in this life is all about swords.
At this moment of life and death, then give all the honor and disgrace of this life, and all your blood, to your own sword.
Han Muye raised his hand, pressed his palm on the edge of the sword, and pulled hard.
Blood spilled.
All the blood is integrated into the sword body.
The Qingming Sword turned into a thousand-foot-long dragon, roaring up to the sky!
"As a sword cultivator, I have a sword in my heart and a sword in my hand, so what should I be afraid of?"
Han Muye looked up to the sky and roared, raised his hand to attract the long dragon transformed by the Qingming Sword, and stood in the sky.
"What are you still afraid of?"
He shouted loudly and could be heard thousands of miles away!
What are you afraid of?
Where is the sword in your hand?
Each sword cultivator imitated his example, pressing their palms on the sword's edge and pulling gently, staining the sword with blood.
Qi and blood condensed into columns of smoke.
The energy and blood combined with the light of the sword, turning into a ten-foot-long blood dragon.
The blood dragon roared, directly breaking the suppression of the souls of several black-armored monks.
This blood dragon is a combination of sword intent and fighting intent, and its power has exceeded the limits of heavenly practitioners!
"I stain the edge of the sword with my blood."
Han Muye whispered.
Above his head, the thousand-foot-long dragon shadow transformed by the Qingming Sword hovered and entangled.
"Slay demons and kill enemies and bandits."
The dragon twisted around and rushed forward.
The face of the black-armored monk holding a long sword changed, and he finally turned around and left.
The power displayed by the long dragon transformed by the Qingming Sword frightened him.
This kind of power is not something he can resist at all.
"I stain the edge of the sword with my blood."
"Slay demons and kill enemies and bandits."
Each sword cultivator whispered, causing the blood dragon to roar and wag its tail towards the black-armored monks around it.
As soon as the blood dragon grabbed hold, a black-armored monk was imprisoned. He watched helplessly as his body was shattered, and the demonic light and blood turned into pillars of smoke.
The eighth major monk of Nascent Soul was shattered by one blow!
The power of the blood dragon is so terrifying!
Han Muye shouted loudly and led the long dragon transformed by the Qingming Sword forward. The ten thousand-foot-long blood dragon followed closely behind, and together they rushed into the demonic aura in front of them.
"boom--"
Whether it was the great monk or the endless black-armored water demon, they were all knocked away by the dragon, and then turned into blood demon light, which was absorbed by the dragon.
The blood dragon moved forward. After a hundred miles, its body was already twenty thousand feet long. It was covered in blood-colored scales and its eyes revealed a ferocious light.
This blood dragon is condensed with sword intent and Qi and blood, and comes out only for killing.
Nothing can stop this bloody collision.
"Bang——"
The body of the last black-armored demon was smashed into pieces, and the front suddenly became empty.
Green mountains and buildings filled with spiritual energy.
Isn't it just to fight to the death so that this great land and river can still exist?
Han Muye raised his hand, and the long dragon turned into sword light and stood there, looking up to the sky and laughing.
"Han Muye from Western Xinjiang came to challenge the Qingfeng Sword Sect in the East China Sea. Is there anyone who can challenge him?"
challenge!
Countless black-armored monsters were besieging them outside, but Han Muye was nothing but a challenge!
In the eyes of sword cultivators, the spirit-armored demon clan is nothing more than evil, so why bother?
"Everyone in the Qingfeng Sword Sect is willing to welcome Han's sword to banish the Immortal from Western Territory!" A loud shout came from the building in front.
Below, sword lights lit up.
Sword cultivators wearing green robes flew over one after another.
Han Muye drew the sword in his hand, and the blood dragon that had not dissipated reunited.
"Okay, today Han will test the sword with the Qingfeng Sword Sect fellows using this evil spirit to see whose sword is stronger -"
Han Muye let out a long laugh and turned to look at the casual cultivators who followed him and the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples who were trapped among them.
"Can we still fight?"
Can you still fight?
"able!"
Countless voices merged into one.
They are all wandering cultivators like ants, and no one cares about them in the East China Sea.
Today, if I can kill the great monk and move around surrounded by endless black armor, even if I die in battle, I am willing to do so!
One more fight means ten more fights, so what if we fight another hundred fights!
Han Muye drew his sword and smiled, charging into the evil spirit in front of him again.
"Then let's fight again——"
The long bloody dragon followed closely behind him, swung its claws and tail, and smashed the bodies of the big monsters one after another.
The sword light lingered in mid-air.
At this moment, the power of the great avenue seemed to be pouring into the heaven and earth, making the power of the bloody dragon even more magnificent.
"Everyone, please don't let Han Banxian Zhuanmei stand out in front of you." Among the people of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, the leader standing in front, wearing a light golden robe and a golden crown on his head, chuckled lightly and flew out the sword in his hand.
The sword turned into the breeze, and the sword intention of the disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect behind him was consistent.
Endless winds intertwined in an instant and crashed towards the demonic energy.
Those monsters were turbulent and were directly knocked out of a gap.
The blood dragon raged, the wind tore apart, and the siege of the spirit-armored demon clan was directly broken into a sieve.
The strength of sword cultivation lies in this.
The black-armored monsters surging in the sea below were pierced by the sword light, and their bodies collapsed one by one.
As long as the sword is sharp, no one can stop the sword cultivator.
Seeing the blood dragon's impact, the sword cultivators following Han Muye all shouted loudly.
Today’s battle is really fun!
Over there, the wind swirled around, picking up the black-armored monsters in the water, and then tore them into pieces in mid-air.
"boom--"
Ahead, a 100-foot-long shadow appeared, and a spear pierced the wind scroll.
Above the spear, the cyan demonic light seemed like a big hand, holding the wind in place.
Great monk who transforms into gods!
The spirit-armored monster clan already has a powerful person who can transform into gods!
This is not good news for the Tianxuan cultivation world.
Han Muye's face was solemn, and the sword in his hand was frozen but not fired.
The Qingfeng Sword Sect's wind scroll was immobilized by the great monk of Transformation God, and lost the ability to advance further.
The leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect looked gloomy and mobilized the power of the people behind him, but he could only confront the great monk who transformed into gods.
The water below surged, and three auras no less powerful than those of the God Transformation Daxiu in front of him gathered together.
The black-armored demon clan has three more god-shaping overhauls coming!
The faces of the Qingfeng Sword Sect's powerful Heaven Realm masters all changed.
The next three gods will undergo major repairs, and the Qingfeng Sword Sect will be destroyed and unable to recover.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Han Muye's eyes shone brightly as he looked at the water below.
I originally thought that the spirit-armored demon clan was smart and would just wait and see during the Taoist dispute.
Unexpectedly, they actually dared to participate in the Taoist struggle.
They are just experimental subjects kept outside the dam. Do you really think you can become the master of this world?
ignorance.
In this case, let’s clean out the spirit-armored monsters in this fish pond first!
With murderous intent suddenly appearing, Han Muye took a step forward and raised the sword in his hand.
"Fellow Taoists of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, I have a sword named Fuyun San."
"This sword is a style of fengmai swordsmanship, please observe it."
Han Muye's voice fell, and the sword in his hand turned into the breeze.
The breeze gathers and disperses, falling into the wind.
The originally immobilized wind scroll shattered and turned into thousands of rays.
The originally solid wind was scattered into pieces, with nowhere to focus.
The spear of the black-armored monk who transformed the god lost its point of contact and hit the air immediately.
"After the floating clouds disperse, the wind and clouds gather again, and the dragon roars from the sky!"
Han Muye turned the palm of his left hand and crossed his left and right swords.
The right hand transforms into wind.
The left hand condenses water.
Fengmai Swordsmanship, Second Sword, Storm and Cloud Gathering!
Water Vein Swordsmanship, Third Sword, Nine Dragons Yin!
The power of the two swords is superimposed, turning into changes in the wind and clouds, and the sky changes color!
Wind and cloud meet, the dragon sings from the sky!
The sword of wind and cloud!
The light of the sword caused the vapor from the East Sea to turn into nine thousand-foot-long dragons.
Clouds surged and strong winds gathered, combining with the Qingfeng Sword Sect's sword intent, sweeping in all directions.
Borrow the power of heaven and earth, borrow the power of Qingfeng Sword Sect.
Han Muye stood in the void, with a clear understanding in his heart, and the sword light in his hand vibrated.
There is law in the sword, and there is power in the sword.
The way of the sword is the way of heaven.
The way of heaven in the East China Sea lies in the sword, which means that the wind and clouds meet, and the dragon soars across the nine heavens.
I just happened to meet it at the right time.
"This is Dao Zheng..."
The battle between heaven and earth.
The creatures among them all just happened to meet.
Whoever can take advantage of the situation is the seed of the avenue.
Himself, that is!
"Roar--"
The roar of the Nine Dragons caused thousands of miles of wind and clouds to roll back, and the cloud pillars condensed into a flying white tiger.
The dragon and the tiger each took their own side and stared at the black-armored demon among them.
The three black-armored demon clan god-incarnation masters who poked their heads out of the water moved and then disappeared quietly.
Too strong.
The power of the nine dragons and one tiger in the sky has surpassed the heavenly realm.
This pure power does not involve the reincarnation of cause and effect.
"boom--"
The white tiger slapped it down with one claw, and the black-armored monk who was trapped inside held out the spear.
The tiger's claws collided with the spear. The spear exploded and half of the gun flew out. Han Muye reached out to hold it.
A magic weapon shattered in one blow. The figure of the great cultivator of the Transformation God retreated, with a look of fear on his face covered with black scales.
Before he could stand still, nine long dragons had already collided with him.
"boom--"
The long dragon shattered into pieces and turned into sword light all over the sky.
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The nine long dragons finally gathered into a cocoon of sword light, wrapping a god-forming overhaul in it.
The demonic energy is scattered and blood is everywhere.
In mid-air, the roar of Transformation God Overhaul could be heard.
Below, the water gradually calmed down.
A major cultivator who transformed into a god was wrapped in a cocoon of light and was being killed layer by layer!
What a shock!
All the black-armored demon clan retreated in fear and hid their bodies under the water.
No one wants to be the next person to be killed.
The scattered demonic energy and blood energy dispersed in all directions, and many fell in front of the surrounding Jian Xiu Shen, shrouding them.
The power of a great cultivator of god-transformation feeds back!
The Qingfeng Sword Sect's several out-of-body sword cultivators standing in front were ecstatic and stretched out their hands, sensing the power of the transformed gods.
There was sword energy rippling about them.
A thousand miles away, the originally surging demonic energy slowly retreated.
The leader of Qingfeng Sword Sect took a step forward and raised his hand to Han Muye: "Han banished immortal, today's kindness——"
Before he finished speaking, Han Muye raised his swords: "What kind of favor? Han Muye came to the East China Sea to challenge me. This battle was quite enjoyable."
Only talk about challenges, not kindness.
They are all swordsmen. It is easy to bleed but difficult to bend down.
Hearing Han Muye's words, the leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect showed a smile on his face.
"Fellow fellow Taoists, the black-armored demon clan has temporarily retreated. There are still great monks behind us, and we will never let go."
Han Muye glanced towards the Qingfeng Sword Sect's mountain gate, with a solemn look on his face: "Is there any Taoist friend who is willing to go on another killing spree with Han?"
Another fight?
Everyone in the Qingfeng Sword Sect was stunned.
Just after repelling the black-armored demon clan, are you going to rush in and kill them?
Han Muye raised his hand, and countless sword pills appeared in the air like stars.
"The name of Sword Pill will be familiar to anyone who comes to the East China Sea for swordsmanship. Han came to the East China Sea and brought one hundred thousand sword pills. Anyone who is willing to go with Han Muye can take one for himself."
Sword Pill!
Rumors spread from the Imperial City of Zhongzhou that outside the realm, 360,000 alchemists could defeat the saints with their sword elixirs.
In Tianxuan World, a sword elixir costs thirty million spiritual stones, but it is still expensive but has no market.
Unexpectedly, Han Banxian from Western Xinjiang came today carrying one hundred thousand sword pills.
Everyone in the Qingfeng Sword Sect looked at the sword pills filling the sky with strange expressions on their faces.