Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 546, fifty thousand miles, one sword breaks through a hundred thousand formations
546, fifty thousand miles, one sword breaks through a hundred thousand formations
"It's the Taoist Puppet Master from Guanyue City!"
"The Taoist Puppet Master's play hasn't been produced for three days."
Around him, there were onlookers whispering or spiritual thoughts transmitting messages.
The expression on the face of the black-robed Taoist who was pointed at by Han Muye's long sword changed, and finally he snorted coldly: "I am a poor Taoist who is just being entrusted by others, so why do you have to be so aggressive?"
After saying that, he moved and stepped back.
No one is really willing to die.
For example, this puppet Taoist.
His cultivation and combat power are no better than Mu Wusheng's.
Mu Wusheng was killed with a sword, and he wouldn't be much better off.
So just now his Ruyi seemed to be powerful, but in fact it was just a fake, and was destroyed by Han Muye's sword.
At this time, Han Muye pointed at him with his sword and had no intention of fighting anymore. Instead, he stepped back.
"Haha, I said you can leave, right?" Han Muye whispered lightly, and the coldness in his voice made the puppeteer tremble all over and he quickly raised his head.
Han Muye made no sound with the sword in his hand, grazing his back and slashing down.
"ah--"
The Taoist puppeteer screamed and his body turned into a ball of black smoke.
A dark claw fell to the ground.
Not far away, a man covered in black demonic aura, wearing a colorful mask on his head, and with one arm missing appeared.
"How dare you jump in front of me with this little trick."
Looking at the trembling figure holding hands, Han Muye gave a low shout and took a step forward.
"Stab-"
The long sword thrust out, but before the man with the broken arm could move, Han Muye lifted the mask off his head with the sword in his hand.
The colorful mask was lifted open, revealing an ever-changing face.
"Faceless monster!"
"It's the faceless monster who walked with the six-armed monster wolf back then. They were working together, but they were a big monster running rampant."
"No wonder you have to cover up your figure, it turns out to be this kind of thing."
"Back then, the six-armed demon wolf was seriously injured and his whereabouts were unknown. If they had not worked together, they would have been able to stop Han Wudi."
Recognizing this faceless and enchanting immortal cultivator, he burst out in an uproar.
The faceless demon was also panicked after his identity was revealed. He let out a strange roar, then rolled up and transformed into a black three-foot beast, walking through the grass.
Han Muye snorted coldly, raised his hand, and unsheathed the long sword in the sword case behind him. A long sword with a halo of flames spun in mid-air and slashed straight down.
"Bang——"
The sword edge fell within a hundred feet, leaving a scorched earth.
There is also a hint of meaty aroma in it.
Han Muye raised his hand, and a scorched black handwriting was carved on the bluestone beside him.
"Han Wudi of Yunlan City, the Shadow Phantom Heavenly Lord of Zhan Guan Yue City, the faceless monster, is here in a panic."
Every word was filled with the power of flames. From a distance, it seemed as if flames were burning.
Withdrawing the two long swords, Han Muye glanced ahead and strode away.
"Good means."
"He is truly a swordsman and is ruthless in his attacks."
Although the Puppet Taoist took action, he was unable to do any harm to Han Muye, but Han Muye still killed him with a sword.
This style of leaving no one alive is the most frightening thing to do.
Sure enough, Han Muye walked another three thousand miles without anyone stopping him.
Until 3,500 miles away, an old man with a chessboard sitting on the road.
"I have been invited by the Lord of Guanyue City to block my friend for a moment." The old man raised his head and looked at Han Muye.
On the chessboard in front of him, there were already dotted chess pieces, black and white, staggered and messy.
"This is Luo Qi Tianzun. It is said that this person has entered the five declines of heaven and earth. Why is he still here?" Someone looked at the old man sitting behind the chessboard in confusion and whispered.
"Haha, as you can see, I have entered the Five Decline of Heaven and Man, and my strength is extremely weakened at this time."
"If you want to kill me, all you need is one sword strike."
Luo Qi Tianzun held a chess piece in his hand and said calmly: "If you can beat me in this game, I will reincarnate and rebuild myself, and I will give you all my belongings."
"Luo has been running rampant in this Yunteng Wasteland for thousands of years, and he has quite a lot of good things in his hands."
Gently flipping the chess piece on his fingertips, Luo Qi Tianzun chuckled and dropped the dark chess piece onto the chessboard.
In one round, you can win all the treasures of a half-step immortal.
This business can be done.
Many people had envious expressions on their faces, staring closely at Han Muye and the chess game in front of them.
Some people are already trying to figure out what methods are involved in this chess game.
"Canglang——"
Luo Qi Tianzun's chess pieces were still three inches away from the chessboard, but they couldn't fall down.
Because he heard the sound of Han Muye drawing his sword.
The sword light was clear and pierced his chest.
The chess piece fell onto the chessboard and rolled down, disrupting the layout.
There were drops of bright red blood dripping on the sword in Han Muye's hand.
Taoist Luo Qi raised his head with difficulty, his face showing pain and loss.
"Why……"
This question is also what others want to ask.
A cultivator who has fallen into the five declines of heaven and human beings no longer poses much of a threat to outsiders.
There are unspoken rules in the immortal world, and generally they will not take action against immortal cultivators who have fallen into the five declines of heaven and man.
After all, if you are still under the immortals, there will always be a time when you will enter the five declines of heaven and humans, unless you practice the way of defying heaven.
However, these unspoken rules are unspoken rules after all. Every immortal cultivator who falls into the Five Decline of Heaven and Man should do their best to protect themselves and reduce the chance of being discovered by outsiders.
Today, Luo Qi Tianzun came to greet Han Muye in the realm of the five declines of heaven and man, and laid out this chess game, gambling with his countless treasures.
As a result, Han Muye drew his sword brazenly.
Why is this necessary?
"I'm not interested in your legacy." Han Muye shook the sword in his hand, blood dripped cleanly from it, and the sword's light shone brightly.
"I have a sword in my hand, why do I need anything else?"
"Besides, if you ask for something foreign, I will get it with my sword. Why should I play chess with you?"
Han Muye returned his long sword to its sheath and walked directly past Luo Qi Tianzun.
After walking a few steps, he stopped and said calmly: "There is no point in killing a person who wants to die. It will ruin my reputation as an invincible person for no reason."
Raising his hand, he left a line of words on Luo Qi Tianzun's chessboard.
"Yunlan Zhenhan is invincible, Zhan Luoqi Tianzun is here."
Leaving behind the words, he strode away, leaving Luo Qi Tianzun alone in his dying state, murmuring there.
"The mind is as firm as a sword, no wonder, no wonder."
"I shouldn't hesitate..."
The voice was hoarse, his head tilted, and the life in his body was cut off.
The moment his vitality died, all the scattered chess pieces on the chessboard collapsed.
The endless stream of light crashed into the surrounding sky and earth, but was suppressed by the line of golden writing and could not escape.
"I understand!" Looking at the fleeing chess pieces, someone shouted: "This Luo Qi Tianzun wants to directly introduce Han Wudi into his predicament of the five declines of heaven and man, and use his power to break the game!"
"What a ruthless method. If Han Wudi covets his legacy, he will be dragged into the game and share his fate."
Looking at Han Muye's back as he strode away, many people had complicated expressions on their faces.
There really are people in the world who are so determined.
The remains of a strong man who was half a step into an immortal were not moved at all.
"Such a swordsman is really terrifying..."
Looking at the sword light on Han Muye, someone whispered.
The others also nodded and followed Han Muye forward with their eyes.
With a firm mind, all things can only be found in the sword.
This kind of swordsman will not be deceived or give in.
The only way to change his mind is to break the sword in his hand.
For such a master of swordsmanship with a rock-solid mind, he has to challenge 80,000 miles all the way to Guanyue City. Every battle will probably be wonderful.
Unconsciously, more people were looking forward to seeing Han Muye's methods.
See how he overcomes the obstacles ahead.
Travel thousands of miles.
"boom--"
The sword light dissipated, and Han Muye dragged his sword forward, with sword marks on the ground behind him.
"Han Wudi of Yunlan City, and Zhao, the Xutian Immortal of Guanyue City Cave, succeeded here."
Dongxu Celestial Immortal, beheaded with three swords.
Within a radius of a thousand miles, the sword light was raging, making people afraid to raise their heads.
This battle, which only lasted for a hundred breaths, shocked countless people.
Han Muye held the sword he had snatched from the hands of the powerful Celestial Immortal, and the slightest bit of sword intent was poured into it.
The Chengyun Sword is based on tens of thousands of twilight clouds from the Nine Heavens. It gathers water from the Thirty-Three Heavens River and is tempered for thousands of years to obtain an icy sword embryo weighing 300,000 kilograms.
The sword embryo is then warmed by three stacks of fire for a thousand years before it becomes this spiritual sword.
Nice sword.
The refining method is also special.
Han Muye stood there for three hours, looking through all the memories of a heavenly cultivator.
The spiritual sword in his hand also turned into a crystal-clear jade sword.
This sword was made using the refining methods of the fairy world, and it can circulate the fairy energy more smoothly than other swords.
Holding the long sword in his hand, Han Muye drew the sword and stepped out with a slight shake.
"boom--"
A step of a thousand feet, a hundred miles in an instant.
This time, his speed was so fast that only a phantom was left behind.
Thirteen thousand miles away, use the Chengyun Sword to kill a Taoist immortal who gathered in the cave.
The strong man of the earth and stone lineage, a heavenly immortal, transformed into a hundred-foot-long earth and stone giant, and was imprisoned by the power of heaven and earth.
Such strong men may have less lethality, but their defense power is astonishing.
It was obvious that Guanyue City's strategy was to use experts with extremely strong defensive capabilities to slow down Han Muye's progress.
As long as Han Muye's bravery is blocked, there will be no possibility for him to enter Guanyue City in one go.
Once this momentum is exhausted, there will be countless suspense in this battle.
But no one expected that the Dongxu Celestial Immortal of the Earth and Stone lineage, who was famous for his defense, would be beheaded by Han Muye with the Chengyun Sword.
The hundred-foot giant collapsed suddenly.
"One sword breaks the spell!"
Everyone exclaimed as they watched Han Muye leave a line of inscriptions on the rubble that the giant had transformed into, and then walked away.
This is a contest between swordsmanship and Taoism, and then, swordsmanship wins completely.
The powerful Dongxu Celestial Immortal is already the strongest combat force that Guanyue City can send.
No matter how powerful the Immortal Realm is, they will not lower their status and come to stop the attack.
That kind of overhaul values life very much.
Traveling 43,000 miles, killing three half-step immortals along the way, and a powerful magician from the Cave Celestial Realm.
Han Wudi's reputation has attracted the attention of countless surrounding forces.
This kind of challenge to seize the city, along the way, has not appeared in the wasteland for many years.
There is no sword cultivator who can defy the heavens and slay an immortal with a cultivation level that has not yet reached the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
The immortal energy cultivation revealed in Han Muye's body was just out of body.
This was the result of his breakthrough with the help of gold-crushing ants in the gold-crushing vein.
Of course, all his cultivation and combat power are concentrated on sword practice, and the realm of immortal energy cannot be measured at all.
Along the way, the swordsmanship he displayed was astonishing.
A heavy weight is a light weight.
One sword breaks the spell.
One sword act.
All things are unified.
…
The brilliance of swordsmanship lies in the three-foot green blade in Han Wudi's palm.
As Han Muye moved forward, more and more people paid attention to him.
Fifty-one thousand miles.
On the hundred-mile wilderness in front of Han Muye, a group of warriors riding black wind wolves were waiting in formation.
One hundred thousand black knights, the evil spirit entered the sky.
Different from the Storm Bandits, these warriors wore black mail armor, and the spears in their hands were bloody.
"All the Yuanmo Dao soldiers who roamed the wasteland have been invited. I don't know how much price Guanyue City has paid this time." Looking at these warriors, some people had a look of curiosity on their faces.
The Yuanmo Taoist soldiers are the foreign Taoist soldiers of the Yuanmo Taoist sect, a powerful force in the wasteland.
The Yuan Mo Dao Sect says it is a Taoist sect, but in fact it is about cultivating demonic skills.
But they are inextricably linked to several great sects in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.
It is said that the Yuan Mo Dao Sect was formed entirely by the Taoist sect in order to involve the power of several other sects in the Yunteng Wasteland.
This Yuan Mo Dao Sect acts without any scruples and only cares about profit.
These principles of dealing with things are not only a deliberate attempt to distance themselves from the relationship with the Taoist sect, to show that they cannot be subordinate to the Taoist sect, but also to maximize the benefits they can obtain.
After all, it is impossible for a Taoist sect to really spend resources to support such a sect that is far away in the Yunteng Wasteland and cannot really be accepted.
As long as the Yuan Mo Dao Sect can afford the price, even the Golden Immortal in charge can be invited out.
Of course, I am afraid that few companies in the wasteland can afford that price.
Guanyue City must have paid an unimaginable price to mobilize the 100,000 warriors in front of it.
"Han Wudi?" In front of the war rider, a middle-aged general holding a black sword and wearing black armor shouted.
There was blood evil energy and a faint magic light surging on his body.
There is still a trace of fighting spirit, connected with the 100,000 troops behind him.
"How about trying out the battle formation of my Yuan Demon Taoist soldiers?"
The war general gave a long laugh and pointed his sword at Han Muye.
"Let's try the battle formation of my Yuan Demon Taoist soldiers!"
One hundred thousand troops shouted loudly, their voices harmonizing with the heaven and earth, causing the immortal energy to roll like a tide.
Thousands of miles in radius, the power of heaven and earth was directly in chaos.
This is because the power of living beings and the power of heaven and earth cannot be completely combined, and it is too grand, which makes the power of heaven and earth temporarily disordered.
After all, it's just the power of a battle formation. With the combined efforts of a hundred thousand people, it's impossible to unite one's heart.
If a hundred thousand people really work together, it will be a truly terrifying battle formation.
"With such a battle formation, I'm afraid Han Wudi will..." Some people were panicking and whispered as they watched the battle.
The bloody evil aura spread in the battle formation, making people afraid to look directly at it.
In such a scene, even the Celestial Beings who opened up the cave would be shaken and unable to live in peace.
"Try it, just try it." Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he raised the Chengyun Sword in his hand.
The sword light spread out and turned into pieces of ice and frost clouds.
This is the magical power that comes with these spiritual treasure swords, and it is also a magical power that is consistent with its attributes.
"Such a strong blood-evil spirit will definitely kill countless people."
There was a chilling light in Han Muye's eyes that made people palpitate. No one could see the vibration of the killing sword in his mind.
This long sword with the power of killing is eager to kill all these people and then absorb these bloody evil spirits.
The longing conveyed in the long sword caused blood to slowly appear in Han Muye's eyes.