With the power of one person, he can fight against the army of the fairy world alone!
After Han Muye's death, the eyes of the practitioners in Tianxuan World were filled with sadness and anger.
If they have enough cultivation, they are willing to step forward and fight to the death.
But with so many major repairs underway, the sacrifice of their lives is meaningless.
The only person in this world who can stop the fairy army is one person.
Han Muye.
Tian Xuan Han Xiang.
"Buzz——"
Dang Wuyou didn't wait at all, and directly commanded the puppet of Shenting to strike Han Muye in the head with his sword.
The control power of Shenting's puppets is more tyrannical than that of Shenting's secret guards. With one strike, the void within a thousand miles radius can be instantly frozen.
If this sword cannot be blocked, not only Han Muye, but also so many Tianxuan practitioners behind him will fall together.
It was said that only Han Muye was killed. In fact, when Han Muye died, how could there be any cultivators from the Tianxuan World left?
We share life and death, honor and disgrace.
The long sword in Han Muye's hand shone with a dazzling halo.
Behind him, the seven-fold sword tower lit up layer by layer.
In the illusion, another nine-story sword tower also appeared layer by layer with a golden halo.
It's just that the nine-story sword tower is hidden in the illusion and cannot be seen by outsiders except Han Muye himself.
Thirty million standard long swords and millions of swords of all levels collected over the years. At this moment, in the sword tower behind Han Muye, the sword light turned into stars.
Hidden swords for hundreds of years, just for one day.
Just like when I practiced sword techniques in the sword pavilion on Jiuxuan Mountain, the armor is one sword, and one sword can defeat the heavenly realm.
It turns out that the path of spiritual cultivation is the same in the end.
When Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, his eyes were clear and clear, just like when he condensed his soul into a sword at the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain to resist the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.
Through practice, it turns out that this mind has never changed.
A hundred years have passed, and the original intention has not changed!
"I am a swordsman."
"There is a sword in the heart."
"There is a sword in your hand."
"My sword," Han Muye's voice resounded as he stabbed forward with his sword and rushed forward: "Protect everything I want to protect."
The way of the sword is the way of destruction and establishment. It can destroy all things, but what is establishment?
It is the thought in my heart, it is to protect the peace in my heart.
Holding the hilt of the sword in hand, peace of mind.
After the sword was thrust out, Han Muye's mind rapidly transformed.
He has a feeling that his body has transformed into a sword, and that he and the sword have merged.
His divine soul sword intention has been condensed into a divine soul sword. If the soul and the physical body are combined, it will take a further step and step into the realm of a saint.
"when--"
The long sword collided with the long swing, causing an ups and downs of vibration, and thousands of miles of clouds and waves shattered.
The world of Tianxuan shook, various forces intertwined in the sky, and auras shone brightly.
Han Muye stood where he was, pointing his sword forward.
The tall body of Shenting's puppet was knocked backwards, and it didn't stop until it was ten miles away.
In the void, whether it was the Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist struggle or the powerful men from the fairy world who attacked and killed them, they all looked at the motionless Han Muye with shocked expressions.
Is there anyone in the world who can really defeat the puppets of the Divine Court with one sword?
The power of the puppet of the Divine Court is to control the immortal treasure, and one person can fight against the existence of the Heavenly Lord.
Even if this world is closed due to Taoist disputes and can only display the power of a saint, the combat power of the puppets of Shenting is also the pinnacle of the saint realm.
"Has Prime Minister Tianxuan Han reached this level of strength?" A Taoist ancestor whispered in a daze.
From presiding over and witnessing Taoist disputes to now, although Han Muye has been away from surveillance for most of the time, in less than a hundred years, how could Han Muye improve to such a level of combat power?
The other Taoist ancestors were silent.
It can be said that Han Muye grew up step by step under their eyes.
Watching such a talented person grow up is a joyful thing.
"It's a pity that no matter how strong he is, he will definitely die today..." A Taoist ancestor shook his head, with regret in his mind.
I regret the death of Han Muye.
Ten miles away, Dang Wuyou narrowed his eyes, and a faint killing intent emerged from his body.
The spiritual light in his hand turned into threads and penetrated into the void one after another.
Behind him, the originally sluggish face of the Shenting puppet showed a trace of agility.
In the void, the three-day cultivators on the flying boats looked coldly as they looked at the battlefield ahead.
Han Muye held the sword in his hand, and the sword light condensed again.
"boom--"
The puppet of Shenting, carrying wind and thunder, flew over, slashed horizontally with his long sword, and then led the bloody dragon directly towards Han Muye.
The light of the sword tore through the void, and the light of the sword turned into the shadow of a dragon.
The sound of the dragon's roar resounded, and the light of the sword penetrated directly into the heart, shocking the soul.
The confinement of qi, blood and spiritual energy, this sword is the pinnacle of sword skills in the world.
The Shenting puppet's sword made countless people change their color.
There are very few practitioners in the world who can master sword skills to this level.
"In ancient times, there was a great swordsman named Wang Zhengwu who swept across the world with a long sword. Later, this senior stepped onto the Immortal Platform and headed to the Immortal Realm..."
A Taoist ancestor who witnessed the Taoist dispute opened his eyes wide, whispered in his mouth, and his thoughts were instantly confused.
The power of the sword.
Ascend to the fairyland.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible..." Someone whispered blankly, gritting his teeth and staring at the puppet.
"Wang Zhengwu has a move that can cut off mountains and rivers. That sword can cut off the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and block a world." Someone stared closely at the puppet, their souls shaking and their minds tense.
The long sword slashed horizontally, and Han Muye held out his sword again.
"when--"
Within ten thousand miles, the spiritual energy was directly shaken into nothingness, and countless Tianxuan practitioners were unable to stabilize their bodies and fell directly.
Those flying boats in the fairy world also had to retreat.
The sword energy on Han Muye's body shattered, and he flew backwards. The sword light on the seven-story sword tower behind him swayed, as if it was about to disperse.
The Shenting puppet holding a long sword stood in place, and the long sword in his hand was raised again.
The evil aura rose up on Dang Wuyou's body, and his whole body slowly became insubstantial, almost merging with the puppet.
"Han Muye has been fighting with Wen Mo Sheng for thousands of years, and I have never been afraid of him."
"Because he can maintain his integrity, but he has no spirit."
"But you are different." Looking at Han Muye, the killing intent in Dang Wuyou's eyes solidified.
Whether it’s appreciation or cooperation.
In the end, we still have to meet life and death.
Since life and death are divided, it is impossible to hold back.
Dang Wuyou is a powerful man and a hero.
He has been able to suppress the fairy world for countless years, not only by his tyrannical fighting power, but also by his ruthless methods.
At this time, his heroic spirit was undoubtedly revealed.
"Han Muye, let me tell you a secret."
"I have made an agreement with the spirit-armored demon clan. If there are sacrifices to this world in the next three days after the Dao Zhan, they will take action."
"With the power of their clan, they can definitely block it for three days and make the sacrifice in vain."
"Our fairy world will last forever."
"It's a pity that you can't see all this."
Perhaps it was in the final decisive battle, when Han Muye's sword light was shot away with one strike, victory was assured, and Dang Wuyou said more words.
The killing intent in his body finally condensed into a thread and matched the puppet behind him.
The long sword was raised, and the killing intent and fighting intent intertwined, turning into a white tiger.
"Ancient Sword Intent."
"The Broken Mountain River, really the Broken Mountain River..."
"How could this temple puppet be an ancient power who has ascended to the immortal world..."
The Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist dispute all cried out in surprise.
Even if I had some guesses before, I couldn't imagine that this scene would actually happen.
The ancient great power has ascended to the fairy world. Why did he become a puppet and appear in this world?
Broken mountains and rivers.
Although Han Muye did not recognize this sword, he could sense the ancient powerful will carried by this sword.
The murderous intent condensed on this knife made him feel cold all over.
This sword is extremely powerful.
If he cannot block this sword, the Tianxuan world behind him will be directly chopped into pieces.
Mountains and rivers can be cut off.
It would be interesting to fight against such a strong person.
Narrowing his eyes, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.
The long sword in his hand pointed forward, and behind him, the sword light on the seven-fold sword tower gathered again.
Behind him, the thirty million swords in the nine-fold sword tower vibrated and turned into a long dragon of sword light.
"Senior, I have a sword, which is inherited from the ancient great energy Heavenly Sword God and fused with the Ten Thousand Swords of Master Mo Yuan."
"I named this sword, Star Tribulation."
A long dragon of sword light is entrenched, and thirty million sword lights are like magnificent and endless starlight, illuminating the sky.
The sword in Han Muye's hand changed from shining to light. In the inheritance of Yuantian Sword God, the sword light broke through time and space, and the ten thousand swords he learned from Mo Yuan returned to the clan and merged into one.
The sword that breaks through time and space is the ultimate sword in the world.
Ten thousand swords united into one is the ultimate stack of swordsmanship power in the world.
The sword in Han Muye's hand at this time was also the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world.
To practice the swordsmanship of the current world to the extreme, and to master the art of swordsmanship in ancient times.
In the void, all breath is imprisoned.
All the power surged and turned into a clash of swords.
Before the move was made, the swords' intentions had already begun to collide.
The knife cuts through mountains and rivers.
Sword, star calamity.
"boom--"
The sword light collided with the sword light, causing the void of millions of miles of heaven and earth to continuously vibrate.
Countless scattered sword lights and sword intentions tore apart the void, turning the world into nothingness.
The world that had been sealed off had its power torn apart.
The powerful Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist struggle had to protect the space with all their strength.
If it is not protected, the blockade of Dao Zheng will collapse.
"boom--"
The collision of swords in the void resulted in a loud roar, and the entanglement of power finally turned into a continuously rotating hollow.
Crush the power of Taoism!
"town."
There was a sound in the void.
The rays of spiritual light turned into golden light nets, suppressing the broken holes and slowly disappearing.
Tianzun can take action!
Those Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist dispute were all silent, bowing their heads and saying nothing.
The town was torn apart by two strong men from the land of Dao struggle. They, the powerful witnesses of Dao struggle, were all disgraced.
Is the power of Dao Ancestor just that?
"They are all monsters..." After a long time, someone whispered.
Whether it is Dang Wuyou who controls the puppets of the Divine Court, or Han Muye who reaches the pinnacle of swordsmanship with one sword, they are both monsters rarely seen in the world.
This kind of people are rare to see for thousands of years.
But who would have thought that such characters would appear in a place where Dao fights?
Tianzun took action, and the hole in the void was slowly repaired. Han Muye held a long sword and stood opposite Dang Wuyou.
"Buzz——"
The sword light vibrated, and the golden puppet figure slowly turned into an illusion, but Dang Wuyou's figure was even more illusionary.
"Ahem, you are very strong." Dang Wuyou looked at Han Muye and sighed: "You are the second person I have seen in my life who has mastered the art of swordsmanship to the extreme."
His face showed nostalgia and he said softly: "The first one is Yuan Tian."
Slowly raising the long knife in his hand, Dang Wuyou raised his hand and flicked it lightly: "Dang——"
The blade vibrated.
Han Muye looked at Dang Wuyou, remained silent for a moment, and whispered: "Senior Dang Wuyou, go on your way."
Way to go.
Dang Wuyou's soul has completely dissipated. What stands in front of him at this time is just a puppet of the Divine Court. No, it is the ancient sword master.
Wang Zhengwu.
"Buzz——"
The long sword in Dang Wuyou's hand was full of light, he turned around and looked towards the sky.
"Mujin, Suijun, I know you are all here."
"I want to tell you that after ascending to the Immortal Stage, you will refine your spiritual energy in the Spiritual Transformation Pond, and all the cultivation practices in this world will be destroyed."
Holding a long knife, Dang Wuyou looked up to the sky and drank.
"If the spirit cannot be transformed into an immortal in the spirit transformation pool, it will be used by the immortal world as material for refining immortal treasures." A sad look appeared on Dan Wuyou's face.
"After countless years of practice, in front of those practitioners in the immortal world, they are just materials like elixirs and spiritual materials."
"This is the fairy world you long for, this is the fairy world you want to open the Immortal Ascension Platform and ascend to!"
Dang Wuyou's voice rippled in the void.
Whether it was the powerful men of the Three Heavens in front of them or the powerful Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist struggle, they all listened silently, with expressions changing on their faces.
Many practitioners know nothing about these things that Dangwuyou said.
As you can imagine, my whole body suddenly felt cold.
I have been practicing for countless years, but it turns out that I am just a panacea in the eyes of others.
The longer you practice it, the higher the age of the elixir will be.
That's all.
"The evil talk deceives the public."
There was a sound in the void.
A long blue river emerged in the void.
"Shuijun." Dang Wuyou shouted.
The long river rolled back, and the waves wrapped around Dang Wuyou's body.
Dang Wuyou's expression changed drastically, he raised his hand and threw the long knife directly in his hand, flying towards Han Muye.
Han Muye stretched out his hand to catch the long knife and stared at the long river ahead.
In the void, the long river swept away, and Dang Wuyou's figure disappeared from its original place.
An ancient great master, the pinnacle of swordsmanship, a strong man who returned from the fairy world, was swallowed up like this.
The long river surged and stirred up waves, which crashed down on Han Muye's head.
The ancient powers take action.
The waves looked in front of me, but there was no way to avoid them.
This is the way that contains time and space. The long river is in front of you and has been there forever.
Being swallowed by the long river will be erased from the long river of time. It is impossible for such a person to exist in this space.
Facing such an attack, only the powerful who truly control the power of time and space can resist it.
In front of this wave, not even Han Muye, even the top power in the world, could stop it.
This is the ancient power. Once it takes action, it will show no mercy.
No matter the genius, no matter the genius, just wipe them out.
At this moment, everyone looked at Han Muye in front of them with complicated expressions.
"Suicune." Han Muye looked at the waves ahead with a glint in his eyes.
This is the power that has controlled the water veins of this world since ancient times. It has controlled the power of heaven and earth in the Shenting era, and the destiny is connected with the world of heaven and earth.
Taking a deep breath, endless sword light burst out from Han Muye's body.
In his hand, he held a sword pill tightly.
The sword energy went straight into the sword pill, and the sword light flashed in his mind,
Pieces of top-quality spiritual stones appeared around him, and then exploded.
"Senior Yuantian please use your sword."
In Han Muye's mind, a long sword slashed from the sky.
This sword light combined with the sword light in Han Muye's hand, and he slashed towards the Changhe River ahead.