437, Behead the Saint, Refining Weapons with Stars
There are countless inheritances of swordsmanship in the world, such as force sword, mind sword, magic sword, close body, sword control, using sword to enter the Tao, using Tao to transform the sword...
The path of sword cultivation is the condensation of the great avenue of cultivation in the world.
And on the road to sword cultivation, Han Muye has come a long way!
At this time, with the sword in his hand and the saint in front of him, his heart was full of passion.
From the beginning of Xuanyuan Swordsmanship, to the gathering of sword intent, to the sword formation, to the sword control, to the condensed Yuan Shen Sword, along the way, he has seen the endless scenery of the road of swordsmanship.
He has mastered all kinds of sword skills in the world.
He reduced ten thousand swords to one sword.
He turned one sword into ten thousand swords.
He traveled a hundred thousand miles and created countless sword skills.
He should have become a saint with swordsmanship long ago.
The sword is in hand, the blood is burning!
"boom--"
The ten thousand-foot-long sword light directly shattered the sky and the earth, and the crimson stars and the dome of light below shattered in response.
The sword light is so blazing that it seems to burn away all obstacles and burn through the heaven and earth!
Han Muye slashed out with his sword, and the expression of the swordsman saint in front turned solemn.
The sword in his hand was drawn out without hesitation, blocking Han Muye's sword edge.
"when--"
The long swords struck each other, and the crisp sound of sword chants resounded.
The sword light in Han Muye's hand broke and then turned into nothing.
The sword of a swordsman saint is not something he can handle at his current level of cultivation.
If it weren't for the rules of the Taoist Land, he and the sword in his hand would turn into smoke under this sword.
"Buzz——"
The sword in Han Muye's hand vibrated, and then turned into a clear long sword.
Lingbao.
This is the spiritual treasure warmed by the Wanhe Sword Box. It is made up of ten thousand swords. Ten thousand swords are continuous and one sword cannot be broken.
Han Muye reunited with his swords, causing the swordsman sage opposite to look at him with a change of expression.
"Lingbao!"
With a low cry, he stared at Han Muye with greed in his eyes: "Remember, it is me, Bai Zhanye, who will kill you."
Bai Zhanye.
Sword sage.
Han Muye raised his hand, with the sword in his palm and the sword pointed forward.
Without a word of nonsense, his sword light condensed into a line.
When fighting against such powerful men, he directly used Ten Thousand Swords to Guizong.
The sword light turned into a blue line and passed through the void, stabbing Bai Zhanye's chest.
This sword has an explosive halo.
As the sword light moved forward, all the void was shattered into pieces.
Bai Zhanye opened his eyes wide and stared closely at the sword light falling in front of him.
He raised the sword in his hand with difficulty and stabbed forward, mixing with the sword light.
Han Muye's sword light shattered into pieces and scattered into streaks of sword light, which exploded and enveloped Bai Zhanye.
"With such swordsmanship, you are qualified to be my opponent!" Bai Zhanye was surrounded by the sword light and shouted loudly.
The sword in his hand turned into a wheel of light, facing the sword light, regardless of it, swaying layer by layer.
The long sword blocked all Han Muye's sword light.
"boom--"
Ten breaths later, the sword light dissipated, and Bai Zhanye stood there holding a long sword.
Ten Breaths Breaking Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the First Level of the Sect, this is the first time Han Muye has encountered this sword practice.
"What is the name of this sword?" Bai Zhanye looked at Han Muye and said in a deep voice.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect. This sword was created by Master Mo Yuan and opened a new path for low-level swords in the world." Han Muye spoke loudly.
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan." Bai Zhanye nodded and raised the sword in his hand: "I also have a sword like this, take a look."
He let go of the sword in his hand, and the blade turned into a hummingbird.
This hummingbird has just taken shape and has already transformed into millions!
One sword transforms ten thousand swords!
Han Muye's eyes flashed with light, like thunder intertwining.
The world's great road leads to the same destination through different paths!
He took a step forward, and the sword light struck straight down.
One sword, but thousands of sword lights follow it.
One sword turns into ten thousand swords!
"Stab-"
One sword split open the hummingbirds, and then thousands of sword lights enveloped all the hummingbirds.
All the hummingbirds were chopped to pieces.
But instead of disappearing, these hummingbirds turned into more hummingbirds.
Every hummingbird is a sword energy.
Just like the sword intent gathered in Han Muye's Qi Sea, one sword intent can turn into 128,000 sword energies.
In an instant, Han Muye was surrounded by countless hummingbirds.
Bai Zhanye opposite him had a smile on his face.
"Fellow Zhanye's swordsmanship is really amazing, and only a poor monk can see it." Behind Bai Zhanye, a holy monk wearing cassocks clasped his hands together and spoke in a low voice.
Enveloped by the sword light, it was impossible for Han Muye to escape.
This battle is over.
Bai Zhanye chuckled and said lightly: "This kid has some talent in swordsmanship, but it's a pity——"
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze.
Ahead, hummingbirds trembled and then turned into golden lotuses!
Carrying one hundred thousand golden lotuses with him, Han Muye walked out slowly.
Bai Zhanye's sword intent was directly transformed by Han Muye!
"This, how is this possible-" Bai Zhanye's eyes widened and he exclaimed.
Han Muye looked calm, raised his hand, and thrust out the sword again.
This is the third sword he thrust.
The first sword and ten thousand swords return to the sect.
The second sword transforms ten thousand with one sword.
At this time, the third sword was unremarkable, just a faint sword light moving forward.
When fighting against a true swordsman, both Han Muye and the other party would have limited means at their disposal.
This is why the fight between strong men often lasts for ten years and hundreds of years.
Han Muye stabbed out with an ordinary sword, and Bai Zhanye moved and retreated quickly.
"You have already understood the art of swordsmanship to this extent!"
Staring closely at Jin Lian who was accompanying Han Muye, Bai Zhanye shouted in panic: "Master Shi Ming will attack with me. This boy's swordsmanship talent is so incredible that we must not keep him!"
The talent is so incredible that it must not be kept!
These words made the monk behind Bai Zhanye look stunned.
What kind of person can be evaluated like this by a swordsman saint?
This is still talking about swordsmanship talent!
"My swordsmanship practice is step by step, and we understand the great ways of heaven and earth until we transcend the ordinary and become holy."
"But there are people who are amazingly talented and beautiful. To practice swordsmanship is to understand the ultimate principles of swordsmanship."
Bai Zhanye's voice sounded, filled with fear.
He raised the sword in his hand and blocked Han Muye's third sword with all his strength.
As soon as the sword was drawn, his face turned pale.
"really!"
With a low cry, he gave up his sword and retreated hundreds of feet!
"boom--"
Han Muye's sword wrapped around his sword, swallowed it, and then turned it upside down!
The monk Shiming opened and closed his eyes, and golden light flashed in them.
He flew forward and landed in front of the sword light. He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. A golden copper bell stood in front of him.
"Stab-"
The long sword hit the big clock, causing dazzling sparks.
The expression on Monk Shiming's face also changed instantly, and he stared closely at the sword light in front of him.
"If you don't enter the cycle of cause and effect, this sword is the way to break the world!"
The way of the sword, the way of breaking and establishing!
Han Muye practiced swordsmanship and had long understood the essence of swordsmanship.
His sword has already surpassed the artistic conception.
Bai Zhanye became a saint with swordsmanship, but he only became a saint, far from being able to destroy the world with swordsmanship.
This was the reason why his expression changed when he saw Han Muye's third sword.
Han Muye's second sword brought forth all things and turned his hummingbird into a golden lotus. He already felt something was wrong.
He didn't dare to take the third sword of destruction.
Then, he will directly face the power of destroying a world.
The key is that this power requires him to resolve it with his own swordsmanship.
It's a pity that he hasn't realized this yet and is completely unable to resolve this sword.
"boom--"
The big bell in Monk Shiming's hand broke into pieces. He took a few steps back and stood beside Bai Zhanye.
Both Bai Zhanye and Shi Ming had regretful expressions on their faces.
Shi Ming regrets that one of his treasures was destroyed like this.
Bai Zhanye regretted that his swordsmanship was not strong enough to understand Han Muye's sword.
If he can understand this sword based on his own practice, then he is not a sword master, but a sword ancestor!
"such a pity……"
Bai Zhanye sighed.
Shi Ming nodded in pain.
Han Muye held a sword in his hand and stood three hundred feet away.
Above his head, the sword light of the Zhoutian Sword Formation shone like stars.
At this time, those from the Xuantian Realm on the Crimson Star had already arrived one after another. Everyone stared at the sword light in the sky and Han Muye standing in the sky, their eyes widened.
One sword suppressed millions of armies and resisted five thousand heavenly realms.
What was even more frightening was that standing in front of Han Muye were two saints.
Even Wen Xiang can't achieve this level of combat power, right?
"Master Shiming, we must kill him today." Bai Zhanye gritted his teeth and another sword appeared in his hand.
Shi Ming nodded, and a golden Zen staff in his hand vibrated, emitting a hazy Buddha light.
Han Muye turned around and took a look at the cultivators from the Tianxuan World who walked out of the Crimson Star.
Almost done.
Raising his hand, Bai Zhanye's previous hand fell into his hand.
The sword energy was poured into it, and the picture flashed.
Bai Zhanye's origin, the power behind him, and his swordsmanship all emerged one by one.
"World of Ten Thousand Yuan, Tuyuan Sword Sect."
A divine light surged in Han Muye's eyes.
This swordsman sage is not from the world of immortals, but someone from outside the realm of Taoism, who comes here to look for opportunities.
But he chose the fairy world.
Also, judging from the current general situation in the land of Taoism, there are not many people who do not choose fairies.
The power Tianxuan displayed was really too weak.
Understand the method of Tu Yuan breaking the sword.
Understand the Thirteen Swords of Yuanling.
Understand the swordsmanship of sealing the world.
…
Han Muye's mind was entirely focused on Bai Zhanye's swordsmanship inheritance, and he quickly deduced it.
Only when he knows himself and his enemy and is victorious in every battle, and masters his opponent's sword skills, can he remain invincible.
In the void, the sky is full of sword light and energy and blood intertwined.
Han Muye, who was originally resisting the army with his sword array, suddenly raised his hand.
"boom--"
All the sword light was retracted, shining like stars ten feet around him.
With the blessing of the sword array and the spiritual treasure in hand, Han Muye's eyes were full of fighting spirit.
"The truth is that I want to behead the saint, and I will leave the others to you, okay?" Han Muye's voice was filled with a blood-heated fighting spirit.
Behead the Saint!
Kill the saint with the sword!
At this moment, all the Tianxuan practitioners behind him had surging fighting spirit and joined together.
Regardless of Confucianism or Taoism, at this moment, they are all from the Heavenly Realm from the Tianxuan World.
At this moment, they were all fighting side by side with Han Muye.
At this moment, they were going to witness Han Muye kill the saint with his sword!
This opportunity only comes once in this life!
"promise!"
Qian Yiming bowed and drank.
"promise!"
All the Confucian and Taoist monks in long robes and long sleeves bowed.
"promise--"
The Daomen and Heavenly Realms all bowed their hands.
At this moment, outside the sky, spiritual light and energy and blood condensed into a golden flying dragon. The dragon's shadow was a million feet long, directly covering most of the crimson stars.
"hold head high--"
The long dragon roared and crashed towards the assembled military formation.
Han Muye smiled and pointed the sword in his hand at Bai Zhanye.
Bai Zhanye and Shi Ming looked at each other with solemn expressions, raising their Zen staff and sword at the same time.
Han Muye's sword array and spiritual treasure, as well as his own cultivation and understanding of the sword, forced them to deal with it carefully.
"I have traveled a hundred thousand miles and created thirty-six thousand sword skills."
"In fact, in the final analysis, swordsmanship in this world is just an offensive technique."
Han Muye whispered in his mouth, took a step forward, and thrust out the sword in his hand.
This sword brought thousands of hummingbirds and rushed towards Bai Zhanye.
Bai Zhanye was stunned, his eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Huayuan Swordsmanship, how is it possible -"
This is his sect's sect-suppressing swordsmanship. He himself has only scratched the surface of it, how could the other party use it so easily?
But this swordsmanship is light and agile, and the phantoms of flying birds appear one after another. What is it if it is not the swordsmanship of Zhenzong?
Seeing this swordsmanship, Shi Ming was stunned for a moment, his eyes condensed with golden light, and his figure quietly stepped back.
The moment he stepped back, the hummingbirds that were originally rushing towards Bai Zhanye turned around and bumped into Shi Ming.
really!
Shi Ming's face darkened, and he waved the Zen staff in his hand, turning it into a golden stream of light.
"Bang——"
All the hummingbirds were stopped.
The hummingbird hit the Zen staff and shattered into pieces.
But the next moment, the fragmented bodies of these hummingbirds came together and turned into golden geese!
It is not divided into thousands like Bai Zhanye before, but condensed into a more powerful swan goose.
The swan goose reached its peak speed, turned around, and headed towards Bai Zhanye on the side.
Bai Zhanye was already restrained by the sword light. Now he was in a hurry and used his sword with all his strength to block the impact of the swan goose.
"boom--"
A swan goose was knocked away by Bai Zhanye's sword.
Hongyan's body hit the light curtain on the sky wall of the crimson star below.
The light curtain that had solidified suddenly exploded, and the entire star began to tremble!
But one swan goose has the power to shatter an entire world!
The Tianxuan practitioners behind were stunned.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is the real battle between great monks. The light of a sword can shatter an entire world!
That sword-light swan that divides thousands of people, isn't it going to shatter thousands of worlds?
Is this Han Muye’s true power?
With such combat power, Han Muye could actually suppress Tianxuan by himself, and he could fight against countless strong men by himself.
It turns out that he brought the Taixuan Tianjing powerhouse outside the boundary this time just to give everyone a chance!
It was only at this moment that everyone saw clearly that the Taoist gate that monopolized the southeast of Tianxuan from beginning to end was a joke in front of Han Muye, the new Prime Minister of the Republic of Korea.
The world of such powerful people is completely beyond their ability to predict.
"boom--"
All the swan geese were chopped to pieces by Bai Zhanye's sword.
But the look on his face became more solemn.
The golden fragments in front of him merged piece by piece, turning into golden doves with blood red tinges!
The figure is over ten feet tall, with wings spread three feet wide. Each dove eagle has a cold light on its claws and beak.
"Stab-"
The long claws of an eagle blocked Bai Zhanye's sword.
Bai Zhanye's figure retreated continuously.
Hundreds of feet in an instant.
But when he looked up, his whole body trembled and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand.
Those dove eagles didn’t come after me at all!
All the doves rushed towards Shi Ming without hesitation.
It wasn't until this moment that Han Muye smiled.
Using Bai Zhanye's inherited swordsmanship, he broke up the alliance between Bai Zhanye and Shi Ming, and activated the power of sword light to repel Bai Zhanye.
However, from beginning to end, the first person he wanted to kill was not Bai Zhanye, but Shi Ming!
Bai Zhanye, who had been figured out by him, was no longer a threat to him.
"boom--"
Suddenly the dove bumped into Shi Ming's body.
Shi Ming's face turned red, and the shadow of a golden Buddha gathered in front of him.
This is the incarnation of his soul, a transcendent and holy existence.
If it weren't for the suppression of Dao Zheng, this incarnation could directly suppress Han Muye.
But at this time, this incarnation failed to block the impact of the three dove eagles.
"Bang——"
When the three doves were broken into pieces, the Buddha's shadow was also broken into pieces.
Shi Ming released the golden Zen stick in his hand, and the Zen stick turned into a Buddha banner, stacked up in front of him.
He recited sutras in his mouth, and was enveloped in Buddha's light, transforming into a golden-armored god general.
At this time, Shi Ming's power has reached its ultimate level.
This kind of tyrannical defensive power can never be broken in the land of Taoism.
It wasn't until the golden dragon shadows appeared in front of him and the light of the scriptures intertwined that Shi Ming breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked up and saw Han Muye with a smile on his face.
What's the meaning?
Shi Ming's eyes fell on the stopped dove eagle, and Shi Ming couldn't stop trembling all over.
The dove eagles collided with each other and turned into a peacock ten feet tall.
This peacock carries a power that dissolves all things!
Born out of the power of geomagnetism, it far exceeds any power between heaven and earth.
"call out--"
The peacock opened its mouth, and the five-colored halo enveloped Shi Ming, and then swallowed it directly into its belly.
A saint was swallowed up just like that!
Shiming clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and fell into the peacock's body, then disappeared together with the peacock's body.
Without the light of the great avenue of heaven and earth to feed him back, Shiming did not fall directly.
But at this time, this Buddhist saint no longer knew where he was.
Han Muye turned his head and looked at Bai Zhanye, whose body was like shaking a sieve.
"Wanci Chongming Swordsmanship, this is, this is the lost swordsmanship of our Tuyuan Sword Sect, how can you, how can you -"
This swordsmanship has been lost.
Bai Zhanye has only repaired the imperfections.
But Han Muye used this incomplete swordsmanship to derive a more complete and powerful swordsmanship.
The five-color peacock directly swallowed a saint with the power of magnetism.
Who can not be afraid of this kind of swordsmanship?
Han Muye raised his sword.
Bai Zhanye's face turned pale, his body froze, and he backed away crazily.
escape!
A swordsman saint, facing the sword of a swordsman, actually ran away like this!
In front of tens of millions of troops and countless powerful men in the heavenly realm, a saint fled like this crazily.
At this moment, it was as if the world collapsed, and the energy and blood of the originally magnificent military formation instantly shattered.
The saints have all fled, what can they do?
"kill!"
Han Muye did not hesitate and shouted lowly.
Behind him, the dragon transformed from the Ten Thousand Heaven Realm rushed out.
No one dares to disobey Han Muye’s will!
"boom--"
The long dragon broke through the military formation and smashed countless soldiers into pieces.
At this time, Han Muye turned around and looked at the crimson star below.
Bai Zhanye escaped.
If Bai Zhanye had not escaped, he should have been able to sense the turmoil in Han Muye's body at this time.
Han Muye's spiritual energy cultivation was only for the first time to become a god. Relying on his swordsmanship and kendo cultivation to suppress a saint was already his limit.
If Bai Zhanye had used his sword just now, Han Muye would have no choice but to give up suppressing Shi Ming.
Although he said he wanted to kill the two saints, he was just talking.
It is too difficult to kill two saints directly.
But at this time, Bai Zhanye escaped.
Han Muye looked at the crimson star in front of him with a smile on his face.
Back then, Tianxuan Daozu refined the Daoyuan Cauldron from a hundred-mile star.
The crimson star in front of us is much wider than the stars of a hundred miles, and the light gold and iron are much more precious.
What's more, he also suppressed a saint in his hands.
If you don't come to refine weapons when you have such a good opportunity, you will be struck by lightning.
Only the treasures refined in this way, based on the stars of a world and based on the spirits of saints, can impress those Taoist ancestors who are watching.
Han Muye raised his head and looked into the depths of the void space.
Although he couldn't see it, he knew that the eyes and thoughts of countless Tao ancestors were falling on him at this time.
"The heavy treasure touches people's hearts. I don't believe you won't end early."
Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, and the long dragon with the combined power of 10,000 Xuantian realm practitioners drew endless energy and blood, turned into flames, and enveloped the crimson star below.
In his palm, a phantom of the Buddha was shrouded in colorful lights and smashed down.
"Stars refine weapons, saints enter spirits, lunatics..." There was a whisper in the void.
