After penetrating three thousand stone walls, the sword was stuck and could not advance even an inch!
At this moment, everyone was staring at the sword.
The sword is sharp and indestructible, but after being frustrated, it loses its sharpness.
Now that the sword has stopped, it is probably impossible to move forward.
Xijiang Kendo banished the immortal sword to the East China Sea, and practiced in the East China Sea. In front of Zhang Mingjin, he was afraid that he would stop here!
"I heard that Han Muye in Xijiang is a disciple of Mo Yuan. Mo Yuan's practice is extensive, but lacks purity. Looking at it now, I'm afraid it's true, haha..."
In the void, there is a voice commenting.
Han Muye's swordsmanship is very good. The water dragon chant was amazing to the water dragon chant before.
But when it comes to such a real collision, the sword's edge is still not strong enough to be invincible.
It is natural to stop before the cliff.
"That's not bad. He can rely on the power of heaven and earth to sweep across the East China Sea. His mind and resourcefulness are superb, and his swordsmanship is indeed superb." Another voice spoke with approval.
"Indeed, it is rare for swordsmanship to reach this level outside the East China Sea."
The tone was soft and gentle, it was obviously the senior monk speaking.
Those younger sword cultivators from Donghai who were still arrogant couldn't help but nod their heads when they heard these words.
This Xijiang swordsman relegated Immortal Ao is a bit arrogant and crazy enough, but he is really quite capable.
Using the power of Zhongzhou to leverage the general trend of the East China Sea and eliminate the troubles of the spirit-armored demon clan in one fell swoop is not something that outsiders can do.
The water dragon chanted a sword, and the sword edge penetrated three thousand stone walls just now, which is also a real skill.
This kind of person is really rare outside the East China Sea.
At this time, Gu Yuanlong and others who were sitting next to Han Muye also had such thoughts in their hearts.
After all, this is the East China Sea, where sword cultivators gather. How could anyone really be able to challenge the East China Sea with a sword?
Even the amazingly talented Han Muye couldn't do it.
"Do you think I have failed?"
At this moment, Han Muye suddenly spoke up.
Gu Yuanlong and others were stunned when they heard Han Muye's voice again.
"If you understand this sword, just understand it. If you don't understand it, forget it."
After saying that, he closed his eyes.
What's so strange about this sword?
Can a sword that has stalled still be able to make a comeback?
Everyone's eyes fell on the light curtain in front.
"Hey, the sword's edge seems to have advanced by half a minute..." someone whispered.
The sword advances half a minute?
Maybe there is.
is that useful?
The three-foot sword has a blade with more than two feet outside, and there is a hilt at the back.
What's the use of just moving forward?
No one spoke.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the sword's edge.
After a long time.
"It seems, it seems like we have scored another point..."
In half a day, the sword advanced one point.
When the sun sets in the west, the stone wall is like a sky wall, blocking the sunlight. There is only one sword, which seems to be trying its best to pass through the stone wall.
Many people who originally paid attention to this place have shaken their heads.
The winner has already been decided, why bother holding on like this?
Sword cultivation should be decisive.
Being so entangled, I completely lost the character that a sword cultivator should have.
The Western Xinjiang banished immortal was really an immortal who was banished to a commoner, so he lost half of his immortal spirit?
One night.
When the morning sun first rises, the sunlight shines on the stone wall, and the sword shines with a halo.
"Hey, overnight, the sword advanced another inch."
Someone discovered the difference in the position of the sword's edge.
It's just that more people don't care anymore.
One minute, one inch, or one foot, does it make any difference?
Beside Han Muye, Gu Yuanlong and others sat there all night.
They watched the sword advance forward minute by minute.
Many people don't understand the meaning of such persistence.
Some people seem to understand a little bit, while others are even more confused.
On this day, the sword advanced eight minutes.
By evening, half of the entire sword had penetrated into the stone wall.
One night, another inch.
Another eight points in one day.
Three days later, only the hilt of the sword was left outside.
As long as the stone wall is not shattered and the sword is not returned, most sword cultivators in the East China Sea will still pay attention to this place.
Many people cannot understand what Han Muye is insisting on.
You are already a great monk, can you still afford to lose?
If the fight reaches this level, what is the point of the challenge?
As the setting sun shed its afterglow, Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Do you understand?"
He spoke softly.
Some of Gu Yuanlong and others nodded, while others shook their heads.
Above the light curtain, the long sword pierced into the stone wall vibrated slightly.
Han Muye's voice sounded.
"What is a sword?"
"The sword is a murder weapon."
The long sword vibrated and seemed to penetrate the stone wall.
"In the past five days, you have seen this sword trapped in the stone wall, and you can only see it moving forward day by day. Do you know why?"
Why?
No one answered.
The ridicule at this time has no meaning.
"The sword in your hand can be broken, but the sword in your heart cannot be broken."
"How can I, a sword cultivator, be undefeated throughout my life?"
"Now that the Taoist struggle is prevailing, every step taken is thousands of times more difficult than if this sword penetrated the stone wall."
"Not getting discouraged when encountering setbacks, never turning back despite repeated setbacks, and never losing your sharpness, this is the way to practice swordsmanship."
It will never turn back and its sharpness will not diminish.
Han Muye spent five days demonstrating what it means to be irreversible.
Even though many people disdain him for fighting like this, they can never answer these four words, and he deserves it.
After Han Muye finished speaking, everything was silent.
"Han banished immortal, I understand." After a moment, Gu Yuanlong's voice sounded.
"My life is not extinguished, my sword is not cut off, victory or defeat is not decided, as long as I cultivate my sword, I will never give up." Gu Yuanlong stood up and spoke loudly.
Beside him, Guo Tianjin slowly stood up.
"Sword cultivator, never give up!"
One after another figures stood up and stood behind Han Muye.
Those were the sword cultivators who formed the sword formation, and they were all following Han Muye.
"Sword cultivator, never give up——"
Countless voices rang out, turning into a soaring frenzy and crashing towards the sky.
"boom--"
The clouds are surging, the waves are roaring, and the sound can be heard thousands of miles away!
"Sword cultivator, never give up." A great monk whispered, his eyes shining brightly.
"Never give up. It's easy to lose. It's easy to let go of the sword. It's easy to bend down and lower your head..." A lonely swordsman stood on the water bank, looking at the surging waves, and whispered softly.
It's easy to give up and admit failure.
But if you didn’t try your best, why should you admit defeat?
There is no clear winner, so why should we say defeat?
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On the stone wall, the sword vibrated, and the cliff like a sky wall suddenly shattered into pieces.
The stone wall that blocked Han Muye's Yuanshen sword shattered.
At this moment, almost all the sword cultivators paying attention to this place breathed a sigh of relief.
In their minds, this seems to be a matter of course.
How could a sword cultivator who could persist in advancing for five days be unable to break through this stone wall?
At this moment, recalling Han Muye's persistence touched the hearts of countless people.
Do you have the persistence like him and never give up?
When you were practicing kendo, did you have this kind of persistence?
Ask yourself, countless people are ashamed.
I never thought that I would shrink back countless times.
"Gu Yuanlong of Donghai, is willing to move forward with his sword and challenge the sword cultivator of Donghai——"
Gu Yuanlong, holding a sword in his hand, flew up and rushed forward.
Beside him, Guo Tianjin followed closely behind.
From behind, countless sword cultivators rushed forward.
Their target location is where the Tangshan Sword Sect's mountain gate is located.
There, there are countless sword cultivators from the East China Sea waiting for them.
How could you give up such an opportunity to compete?
To learn the faith that will never come back, start from now on!
Not only Gu Yuanlong and the others, countless sword cultivators on the East China Sea were moved and fled towards the position of the Tangshan Sword Sect.
Han Muye smiled and stood in the void with the sword of the soul in front of him.
"Zhang Mingjin has learned a lesson." Zhang Mingjin, who was wearing a black robe and carrying a long black sword, bowed and saluted.
"I feel that I am a casual cultivator, and I do not take honor or disgrace to heart. I win whenever I can in a battle in my life, and I retreat when I cannot win. I never persevere."
"Currently, my cultivation has been stagnant for three hundred years, and my life span has been wasted."
"Han banished the immortal to wake him up. Zhang dare not forget it. When Zhang practices in seclusion and makes a breakthrough, he will go to Zhongzhou to serve Tianxuan."
After Zhang Mingjin finished speaking, he cupped his fists and retreated.
Han Muye spent five days giving him a profound understanding.
Sword cultivator, never give up.
This is something he has never insisted on as a casual cultivator.
With this persistence, your cultivation will definitely break through the bottleneck and reach higher levels.
"Buzz——"
The sword energy vibrated and flew across the air.
One by one, Donghai Sword Cultivators followed the sword light and flew towards the Tangshan Sword Sect.
Different from watching the excitement before, now these accompanying sword cultivators also want to challenge with their swords.
Before Han Muye could take action with his Soul Sword, the sword cultivator blocking the path in front was greeted by several sword cultivators.
The swords and lights intersect, winning and losing.
It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, the important thing is to have the will to draw the sword.
"I finally understand why your adoptive father was called an Immortal of Swordsmanship..." Thousands of miles away, in front of a curtain of light, Huang Zhihu and Yun Duan stood side by side.
Yun Duan looked at the chaos in the light curtain and spoke softly.
Huangzhihu's eyes flashed with aura, and his body was filled with fighting spirit.
"He can conquer the western frontier with his sword, but he does not seek fame and wealth, he only opens the gate of heaven with his sword."
"He can use poetry as a sword, but he is not arrogant. He only wants scholars to carry swords and conquer the world."
"Today, he was able to break the shackles with one sword, but he did it in five days, and was not afraid of cold words, just to let Donghai sword cultivators understand that sword cultivators never give up..."
Gongsun Qingfeng, who was standing behind, spoke softly, holding the hilt of his sword tightly with his palm.
Behind him, there were countless sword cultivators who were also full of fighting spirit. The sword light on their bodies surged and could not be suppressed.
"Donghai Sword Cultivator, everyone is like a dragon, how can you not participate in such a grand gathering?" Huang Zhihu laughed loudly, raised the sword in his hand, and flew forward.
Yun Duan smiled and shook her head, raised her hand, and golden light surged in the sky.
The edict combined with the power of heaven and earth led the endless power of heaven and earth towards the Tangshan Sword Sect.
At this moment, everyone rushed towards the Tangshan Sword Sect.
Among the pavilions and pavilions of Tangshan Sword Sect, Mo Yuan was sitting on a wooden chair with a smile on his face.
Beside him, the sword cultivators in white all held their swords in their hands and stared at the flying sword light.
"Go ahead. This battle has nothing to do with honor or disgrace, or victory or defeat. It's just about sharpening the sword in your heart." Mo Yuan raised his hand and spoke softly.
The sword cultivators who were already impatient rushed out, and the sword light collided with the flying sword light.
Around the Tangshan Sword Sect, the sound of sword chants resounded.
"Is this the Wanjian Guizong you want to show me?" Mo Yuan said softly.
"Master Mo Yuan, what do you think of my Ten Thousand Swords returning to the clan?" A voice sounded from behind Mo Yuan.
With Gu Yuanlong under his command, it would not be difficult for Han Muye to join the Tangshan Sword Sect.
Mo Yuan didn't look back, he just sat there, looking forward.
"At the beginning, I spent two hundred years just to return to my clan with ten thousand swords and open a great path for the world's swords."
"I did it, but it was also your wake-up call."
"When Gu Yuanlong and the others returned to Donghai, they said that you would come to Donghai to challenge you with the Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect. I was just wondering to what level you would cultivate the Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect to."
Mo Yuan spoke softly.
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
He was also curious at the beginning, to what level Mo Yuan had cultivated Wan Jian Guizong.
"I thought about it, but I never thought that you would come to see me with such a style of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect." A smile broke out on Mo Yuan's face, and he stood up slowly.
"It is better for one person to cultivate ten thousand swords than for ten thousand people to cultivate one sword."
"It is better for ten thousand people to cultivate one sword than to cultivate ten thousand swords."
"It is better for all people to cultivate ten thousand swords than for all people to have swords."
"I like this gift very much."
Mo Yuan turned around and looked at Han Muye, who was wearing a white robe and carrying a sword case.
A sharp sword light burst out from his body instantly.
At this moment, the loud sound of the sword echoed through, and the whole world was filled with sword energy.
"Come, let me see how far you have mastered Wanjian Guizong."
Mo Yuan looked at Han Muye and spoke loudly.
Wan Jian returns to his clan.
Han Muye gave a long laugh and unsheathed the Qingming Sword in his hand.
The sword taken from Mo Yuan finally grew into a magic sword.
The sword light shines, one sword thrusts out, and ten thousand swords are swung.
One sword turns into ten thousand swords!
Mo Yuan laughed and dispersed from where he was.
When he reappeared, his figures were already filling the sky.
Countless Mo Yuans stand in the sky, with different sword moves in their hands.
One sword, acting as ten thousand swords!
The same sword moves have different performances.
"when--"
The two swords collided, causing thousands of swords to quake.
At this moment, in the void and within thousands of miles, all the sword cultivators were unable to use their swords and screamed sadly.
Two sword lights collided in the void, activating all sword sensors.
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"I once spent two hundred years of my life, and with my dying body, I created ten thousand swords and returned to my clan."
"Then, Wan Jian returns to his clan."
Countless voices sounded.
At this moment, the masters and apprentices from Western Xinjiang were fighting each other, and the swordsmanship of Wanjian Guizong was completely displayed in front of everyone.
Mo Yuan's body turned into ten thousand, and Han Muye's ten thousand swords turned into one.
None of the sword moves made by the two men were repeated.
East China Sea swordsmanship, Xijiang swordsmanship, Zhongzhou swordsmanship, outsider swordsmanship...
In an instant, all the artistic conceptions pursued by swordsmanship are constantly blended.
This is a practice of returning to the clan with ten thousand swords, and also a demonstration of ten thousand swordsmanship.
For the first time, the Donghai sword cultivator knew that there really were people in the world who had practiced thousands of sword skills.
For the first time, the sword cultivators who were watching knew that there was swordsmanship in the world that surpassed Donghai, surpassed Tianxuan, and surpassed their own knowledge.
"Master Mo Yuan, I have traveled far and wide, seen the swordsmanship in the fairy world, and taught the swordsmanship in the fairy world for three days. I have also been to Broken Star Island in the Endless Sea to discuss the Tao with the sword cultivators there."
“The world is so big that it’s hard to imagine.”
The sword light in Han Muye's hand paused, and all the swords merged into one.
Opposite him, Mo Yuan's figure also faded away, turning into a figure holding a sword in one hand.
The two of them stood in the sky with calm expressions.
"Okay, I will also go and see those worlds you mentioned."
Mo Yuan slashed out with his sword and spoke calmly.
Han Muye smiled and lightly tapped the sword in his hand.
"when--"
The two figures returned to their original positions.
…
No one knows who will win or lose in this battle.
More people care about the swordsmanship they have seen today, and what Han Muye said, the world is so broad.
The world is so big, I really want to see it.
The unrestrained nature of a swordsman and the romance engraved in his heart make countless people yearn for the scene of wielding a sword to the outside world.
Han Muye never showed up again after the battle between Tangshan Sword Sect and Mo Yuan.
Prince Yundan took out the harvest from the Sangyu Land and appeased all parties, then gathered tens of thousands of sword cultivators and led the strongest among them to form a 100,000-strong army and returned to Zhongzhou.
These 100,000 sword cultivators have all mastered the method of sword elixir formation based on the Zhoutian Sword Formation trained by Han Muye.
In the land of Qingyu, the cultivation of these 100,000 swordsmen has improved, and their combat power has become unimaginably strong.
When 100,000 sword cultivators landed, the heaven and earth in Zhongzhou were shaken, and the situation in the southeast was turbulent. Lu Yang, who had been frustrated in his campaign, led his army to sweep through twelve sects in one day.
How to arrange the remaining tens of millions of sword cultivators? In fact, Han Muye has already decided that he will arrange for these tens of millions of sword cultivators to practice the Zhoutian Sword Formation.
If your cultivation level is not enough, you can use the power of the sword elixir. If your cultivation level is sufficient, you can practice on your own.
These tens of millions of swords formed into a formation will be Tianxuan's great strength.
It far exceeds the original sword formation composed of more than 300,000 alchemy cultivators.
It's just that tens of millions of swordsmanship costs so much that even Tianxuan cannot afford it at one time, so it needs to be accumulated slowly.
The standard sword weapons needed for the sword formation, and the sword pills needed for the sword formation.
Such massive resources are simply unimaginable.
Even the clones of the divine beasts in the Qingyou Realm are unable to gather so many swords. All alchemy cultivators work together to refine sword elixirs, and there are not enough elixirs to refine them for use by millions of sword cultivators.
The sword elixir.
For the first time, Han Muye felt very poor.
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East China Sea.
Deep in the land of mulberry trees.
There are scattered spiritual beads among the messy gravel.
Han Muye fled among the rocks, turning a blind eye to all the treasures on the ground.
In front of him, a figure was also running quickly.
"Boy Han, let me tell you, this time I discovered a big secret."
Taoist Dayan, who was dressed in an earthy yellow robe, had a proud look on his face and led Han Muye forward quickly.
"I originally discovered this place when Qingtong and I were together. After all, we have to carry people on our backs, ahem..."
"When Qingtong and the others leave the East China Sea, I will wait for you at the Land of Mulberry and take good care of the treasures in the Land of Mulberry."
"Let me tell you, if Huang Laoliu's daughter hadn't come, I would have hid 80% of the treasures in Sangyu Land."
Taoist Dayan's face was full of pride, and he seemed not to notice the spiritual beads around him.
It was obvious that his current wealth no longer valued these spirit beads.
"I discovered an unimaginable secret in the deepest part of the land of mulberry trees."
Turning to look at Han Muye, Taoist Dayan had a solemn expression on his face: "I discovered that the Lingjia Demon Tribe had stolen Tianxuan's passage."
The spirit-armored demon clan stole Tianxuan's passage?
Han Muye was stunned.
Didn’t the spirit-armored demon clan come from Yu Cang through the space rift?
Seeing Han Muye's expression, Taoist Dayan burst into laughter and led Han Muye forward.
As we continue to move forward, there are more and more gravels, and there is still a vast evil spirit floating around.
Is this really the passage through which the spirit-armored demon clan comes?
"Right there."
Ahead, Taoist Dayan who stopped in his tracks pointed to the gray-black skeleton among the rocks.
This is the skeleton of a spirit-armored demon clan that is a hundred feet long. Its body has long since rotted away, leaving only withered bones.
Around the withered bones, there were various scattered body bones surrounding it.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the skeleton, a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at Taoist Dayan.
"I said why don't you come by yourself? It turns out that it is protected by the spirit of the great demon, and you can't get close at all."
His words made Taoist Dayan blush, and he frowned and said, "I'm not thinking about you, my master..."
Han Muye chuckled and shook his head, slowly stepping forward.
"Boy Han, be careful-" Before Taoist Dayan could finish his words, a black halo on the skeleton in front of him directly enveloped Han Muye.
"It is indeed a demon!" Han Muye sneered, the sword in his hand shining brightly!