531, ten thousand swords, against ten thousand arrows
Zhang Zhenbiao was slightly startled, sat up straight, nodded and said, "Brother Han, please tell me."
Han Muye's cultivation was strong and powerful, and he had saved Zhang Zhenbiao's life before. As long as the request was not excessive, he would agree.
As a sword cultivator, he naturally has his own rules of grudges and grudges.
As a defender, he also has enough energy.
Han Muye said softly: "I hope Brother Zhang will not publicize anything about my identity or anything about me."
Zhang Zhenbiao was slightly startled.
Han Muye smiled: "A cultivator who has not yet become a formal disciple is trying to turn the tide. This will not be a good thing for your reputation, Brother Zhang."
This sentence made Zhang Zhenbiao blush.
But he knew what Han Muye was telling the truth.
He was guarding one side, but almost destroyed Scattered Fire City, and needed someone who was not a formal disciple to rescue him.
"Brother Han, if you don't say -" before he spoke, Han Muye had already waved his hand: "Just say that it was a fellow disciple who took action, but it is Brother Zhang who is your friend. There is no need to spread the word about anything else."
A friend from the same school took action, which was much better than Han Muye not having official disciple status.
Moreover, it can also highlight Zhang Zhenbiao’s wide connections and strong background.
Han Muye's request was completely out of consideration for him!
Zhang Zhenbiao looked at Han Muye, concealing the joy in his heart, and whispered: "Brother Han, isn't this too unfair for you?"
Han Muye walked away immediately after taking action that day without leaving his name, and Zhang Zhenbiao did not publicize his identity too much.
I just don’t want my reputation to be damaged.
"It doesn't matter, the sword is hidden in the box, and it will eventually shine in the world." Han Muye said calmly, with endless depth in his eyes.
The sword is hidden in the box, and it will finally shine brightly in the world!
This is the true nature of a sword cultivator!
If such confident words are spoken by outsiders, it would be arrogance.
But when Han Muye said these words, it seemed extremely natural.
Being able to kill the leader of the Soaring Sky Tiger Guard with one sword, this man has such capital.
Thinking of the Soaring Sky Tiger Guard, Zhang Zhenbiao was slightly startled and his heart moved.
Didn't Han Muye also not want the news about the killing of the Xiangtian Tiger Guard to attract the pursuit of the Buxian Realm?
Also, the Nirvana Pearl was naturally collected by Han Muye.
Maybe he doesn’t want this bead to be known to outsiders?
When Han Muye left Zhang Zhenbiao's place, Zhao Chen and Zuo Baichou both came to visit.
On the top of a small building, three people were sitting around.
"Brother Han, the teleportation array will be repaired in one day. At that time, we will leave Sanhuo City and go directly to Yunlu City." Zhao Chen looked at Han Muye and said.
As he said this, he felt a little regretful: "Unfortunately, the fire damage in Sanhuo City has been too great, and it is impossible to restore its former prosperity."
"The black gold mines that were commissioned for smelting cannot be refined for the time being."
This is true in both the immortal world and the secular world of cultivation.
There is only a thin line between rise and fall.
Who can guarantee long-lasting prosperity?
"This is the black gold mine that was smelted in advance. Brother Han, I'll give this to you first." Zhao Chen raised his hand and took out a ball of watermelon-sized ore and placed it on the table.
A large cart of ore can only produce so much.
Han Muye was not polite either.
He will not return to Sanhuo City for this little black gold mine, but Jujin Trading Company has a base here and can get it at any time.
"Brother Han, I have nothing to do here for the time being, and I also want to go to Yunlu City." Zuo Baichou looked at Han Muye and said softly: "I wonder if we can go together?"
Although this chaos in Sanhuo City has little to do with Wanshen Trading Company, it is also involved.
He brought the red sandalwood marrow that inspired the power of the Nine Death Insects and Divine Birds.
If Xuanling Sword Sect wants to investigate this matter, it will inevitably lead to Wanshen Trading Company.
On this trip, Zuo Baichou still had to think of a way to find a strong swordsman who was familiar with the trading company to clear out the trading company.
Of course, he also had his own selfish motives for traveling with Han Muye.
Han Muye's sword was so powerful that he was tempted.
By making friends with such powerful people, he might be able to become Zuo Baichou's backer in the future.
"Of course it's no problem to go together." Han Muye said with a smile.
For Han Muye, large trading houses such as Wanshen Trading Company also have some effect.
Zuo Baichou thanked him again, and then took out some spiritual fruit wine.
These valuable treasures are difficult for outsiders to taste, but the three of them tasted them casually and whispered some anecdotes from the fairy world.
Han Muye got many memories from the sword hidden in Zhang Zhenbiao's sword tower.
If you listen to the stories these two people tell you, you won't be able to get anything to say.
Although the Jujin Trading Company behind Zhao Chen has only traveled tens of thousands of miles, he has been traveling around since he was a child and has experienced extraordinary things.
Zuo Baichou is even more knowledgeable. He has set foot in almost all three states. He can tell a lot about various forces and experts from all over the world.
Who are the strong men in the Bitter Immortal Realm that cannot be messed with? Who are the real masters under the Xuanling Sword Sect? There are also those elites with great reputations who have achieved great deeds.
"Have you been under the rule of the Blood War Sect?" After hearing Zuo Baichou saying that doing business with the Blood War Sect was the most difficult, Han Muye asked with a look on his face.
Zuo Baichou nodded: "Most of the Blood War Sect are fighting madmen and are very unreasonable."
Lowering his voice, he said softly: "In the past few years, the Blood War Sect has been in charge of the Immortal Ascension Platform and the Spiritual Transformation Pond, and there have been a lot fewer pseudo-immortals in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal World."
After coming to the Immortal Realm and receiving many memories from swords, Han Muye truly understood the functions of the Spiritual Transformation Pond and the Immortal Ascension Platform.
To spread the inheritance of the fairy world, more realms are needed.
Many disciples will go to the secular world of spiritual practice to gain experience.
Various resources will also be gathered from the mortal world.
Taking charge of Shengxiandai means controlling massive resources.
But this resource cannot be exploited without limit.
But the Blood War Sect obviously didn't care about this. They used the souls in the spirit pool to refine weapons, and used those ascended strong men to form military formations and conquer everywhere.
Having been in charge of Shengxian Terrace for five thousand years, the Blood War Sect's strength has expanded a lot.
Now the relationship with the Xuanling Sword Sect and several other sects has reached an extreme level.
"The Blood War Sect has controlled the Immortal Stage for less than thirty years. When they retreat, which sect has the best chance?" Han Muye asked.
No one knows the answer to this question.
At least low-level practitioners cannot know.
It's just that Zuo Baichou is walking around, whether it's rumors or secrets, he knows a lot and has some judgments of his own.
"Brother Han, the Immortal Realm takes charge of the Shengxian Terrace every five thousand years. It is said that this time it should be the Iron Armor Gate."
"But you also know that if the Iron Armored War Sect wants to seize the opportunity to take charge, it will have to compete with the Yunlan Dao Sect and several others."
"Yunlan Dao Sect has been in charge for the past five thousand years. As the largest sect in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, they are not willing to give this opportunity away."
Murong Zheng, the Divine Emperor of Shenting, was born in Yunlan Dao Sect.
Yunlan Dao Sect is the force that has been in charge of the Immortal Platform for the longest time in the Rain-Raining Immortal Realm.
The Tianyao Sect and the Iron Armored War Sect only have the opportunity to take charge almost once every 100,000 years.
"Xuanling Sword Sect, Blood War Sect, Yunlan Dao Sect, all are possible." Zuo Baichou expressed his judgment, and then said: "The main thing is to see who is determined to rob it."
After all, it's just a five-thousand-year chance to take charge, and it's just the Immortal Stage, not the Immortal Realm.
You have to see if it's worth it to go all out for this place.
What Zuo Baichou said was similar to what Han Muye perceived from the memory of the sword.
"The Gale Pirates, the Immortal Demon King of the Bitter Immortal Realm, and the Xuanling Sword Sect are all involved, I'm afraid they will also have a headache." Zhao Chen, who was sitting aside, whispered softly.
Zuo Baichou nodded.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and suddenly turned his head to look out the window.
"Buzz——"
A roaring sound came from the distant sky.
It roared and exploded, like thousands of horses galloping.
"blast--"
In the void, there was roaring and shouting.
Swift thief!
arrow.
Countless long arrows flew from hundreds of miles away, covering the sky and the sun.
"defense!"
In the city of Spreading Fire, Zhang Zhenbiao's voice sounded, and a golden sword tower emerged, hovering in the void and turning into ten thousand feet.
The Wan Zhang Sword Tower emitted streams of light, hitting the rain of arrows ahead.
A thin canopy emerged, combined with the power of the sword tower, turning into a barrier, pressing down on the place where the arrow rain fell in front.
Lord Peng Mingdao can use the remaining power of the formation to gain some strength.
It seems that he really wants to atone for his sins and hopes to be given a lighter sentence by the Xuanling Sword Sect.
"Bang——"
The sword light collided with the arrow rain, and the missed arrows hit the light curtain formed by the power of the city defense formation, making a bang bang sound.
The light curtain was visibly thin, and long arrows pierced the light curtain, piercing the newly rebuilt buildings in Sanhuo City.
Those wooden pavilions were shot directly through, and each arrow seemed to contain huge power and burst into pieces.
"Snapped--"
A long arrow shattered in front of the small building where Han Muye and the others were gathering.
Elder Chu, who was holding a long knife, stepped down with a solemn look on his face.
"It's the Swift Wind Arrow Formation of the Gale Pirates."
Chu Laofei landed next to Zhao Chen and spoke in a deep voice.
"This formation can only be formed by gathering tens of thousands of wind thieves."
"A hundred miles away, ten rounds of arrows rained down, and even the most powerful Tianzun at the peak of human immortality couldn't stop it."
The strong wind blew over ten thousand, the wind swept away the clouds, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
The Gale Bandits can run rampant with the strength of their numbers, relying on their tyrannical battle formations.
Traveling vertically and horizontally, traveling thousands of miles.
"Haifeng Pirates, you dare to attack the city under my Xuanling Sword Sect, are you seeking death?" Zhang Zhenbiao shouted, and the golden light on the four-story sword tower condensed into substance.
A hundred-foot-long Yuanshen appeared, holding a long sword and standing in the air.
He is also a master in the human-immortal and semi-holy realm, with concentrated strength and powerful swordsmanship.
As soon as he appeared, the originally panicked Sanhuo City suddenly became much calmer.
The previous turmoil has caused many people to panic.
The arrow rain has stopped.
"It's unstoppable." Zuo Baichou looked into the distance and whispered: "The sword formation of the Storm Bandit is stronger every time."
"Even if the second round of arrow rain cannot destroy the entire Sanhuo City, it will still defeat Zhang Zhenbiao."
When he said this, he was suddenly startled and his expression changed sharply: "Brother Han, teleportation array."
The arrow rain will destroy the teleportation array!
Zhao Chen also changed his color.
Han Muye nodded, a faint sword intent emerging from his body.
He didn't want to care about these things, but unfortunately, he couldn't stay out of it.
Without the teleportation array, how could he get to Yunlu City?
"Buzz——"
The void vibrates.
That was the power gathered by the second round of arrow rain.
The long bow is drawn without firing, but it has the power to shock the mind.
This gathering of power caused the entire Sanhuo City to shake slightly. The immortal energy could not be condensed and seemed to be absorbed by the battle formation hundreds of miles away.
Zhang Zhenbiao stood in the air with a solemn face, gritted his teeth, and shouted: "Wind Bandits, what do you want?"
The previous inviolability of the Dazong's majesty has become an inquiry at this time.
After all, the power of a sect is not its own power.
Before life or death, you still have to look at yourself.
"Bang——"
Zhang Zhenbiao's answer was the second round of arrow rain.
Don't talk.
"kill!"
Zhang Zhenbiao shouted loudly, the golden light on the sword tower was dazzling, and he rushed forward.
The power of the great formation activated by Peng Mingdaojun also followed closely behind.
"boom--"
The loose rain of arrows turned into a 10,000-meter-long arrow in mid-air and hit Zhang Zhenbiao's golden pagoda.
The golden pagoda roared and exploded into pieces of golden fragments.
A three-inch blue-gray small tower flew back, hit the phantom of Zhang Zhenbiao's soul, and fell with its figure.
The guarding disciple of Sanhuo City was seriously injured again after a few days.
The thousand-foot-long arrow that smashed into the golden pagoda plunged straight into the recently restored bluestone square, stirring up a cloud of rubble that plunged thousands of feet into the ground.
"Buzz——"
The arrow vibrated, emitting an ear-piercing roar that shook the soul, and it took a hundred breaths to slowly dissipate.
This arrow frightened the whole city.
"Let my Brother Gale Bandit go and make amends with hundreds of billions of fairy spirit stones."
"Hand over the captors of my brother, the Storm Bandit."
In the void, an indifferent low voice came.
There was an evil aura in the voice, as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood were emerging.
"Impossible-" Zhang Zhenbiao whispered, but his injury caused a mouthful of blood to spurt out.
"I'm not negotiating terms with you." The voice in the void came again.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me yet."
The cold voice carried the majesty of a superior.
"Give you a hundred breaths."
A hundred breaths!
The city is full of life and death, just in this hundred breaths!
Many cultivators jumped up in panic and fled out of the city.
As the guardian of Sanhuo Town, Zhang Zhenbiao would never give up the sect's dignity and surrender to the Gale Bandits.
The city that spreads fire will perish!
Zhang Zhenbiao held a long sword and held a small green-gray tower, his expression changing.
He raised his head and looked towards the sky.
"As a sword cultivator, I am only a matter of life and death."
He looked up to the sky and roared, the sword intent on his body exploded, and his face was full of generosity that was determined to die.
"Brother Han, Zhang Zhenbiao has sworn to live and die with Sanhuo City. When the sect members come, please let Brother Han know that I, Zhang Zhenbiao, have not lost the dignity of the Xuanling Sword Sect."
Within a hundred breaths, both Han Muye and Zhang Zhenbiao could escape.
But Zhang Zhenbiao is the deacon of Sanhuo Town. If he leaves, Xuanling Sword Sect will lose face.
His life and death have been tied to his responsibilities.
But Han Muye can leave.
On the attic, Zhao Chen and Zuo Baichou both looked at Han Muye.
The Wind Pirates had to wait a hundred breaths before launching the third round of arrow rain attacks. This time was enough for them to leave Fire Scattering City.
"A hundred breaths?"
Han Muye took a step forward, the sword light on his body carrying the slightest vibration that shattered the void.
In mid-air, Han Muye nodded towards Zhang Zhenbiao.
"Wait for me ten breaths."
Ten breaths?
do what?
Zhang Zhenbiao was slightly startled, but before he could speak, his eyes widened.
Behind Han Muye, the long sword flew out of the sword box and turned into a dragon of sword light. The long dragon flew across the sky, carrying Han Muye for hundreds of miles at a breath.
The man and the sword shine brightly in the sky.
"Give you a chance."
The dragon roared with sword light, and Han Muye slowly pointed his sword down.
Thousands of horses stand in great numbers, and the moon is filled with long bows.
"Let me see how capable the Storm Bandit of the Bitter Immortal Realm, who is famous in the Immortal Realm, is."
Below, in the battle formation, a loud shout came out: "Shoot—"
Thousands of arrows shot out in unison, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
Han Muye's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he slashed down the sword in his hand.
The long dragon of sword light exploded with a bang.