556, full moon in August, happy National Day in September
Seven crescent moons floated in the sky, and the cold moonlight shrouded a thousand-foot radius.
The power of moonlight.
This is a kind of power of heaven and earth. It is not cold, but it cools the heart.
There are thousands of kinds of forces in the world, and they are divided into strong and weak.
But no matter how powerful the power is in the hands of a weak person, it will have no lethality.
On the contrary, no matter how weak a force is, in the hands of a strong one, it can become a being that sweeps the world.
Just like this cold moonlight.
When the seven crescent moons shrouded the sky, the leader of the Wind Pirates changed his expression.
Because at this moment, there was also moonlight shining in his cave.
Traveled through space and landed in his cave!
What a terrifying power this is!
You must know that he is the Cave Heaven Immortal. His own cave heaven did not come with him, but was placed in a hidden place thousands of miles away with the help of secret techniques.
The moonlight swaying from these seven crescent moons actually penetrated the void, breaking through the secret method, and directly illuminated the cave sky thousands of miles away!
In other words, if Han Wudi, the Yunlan Sword Immortal in front of him, wants to shatter his cave, it only takes an instant.
What kind of swordsmanship is this!
Before the leader of the Storm Bandits could think about it in horror, seven crescent moons flashed and appeared directly in front of him.
The crescent moon was like a sharp blade, spinning gently, trying to cut his body apart.
The sharpness on the blade forced him to raise the spear in his hand.
If you don’t take action with all your strength, you can only die!
"kill--"
With a low shout, a pale golden bead on his neck shattered.
A sealed cave power emerged from this bead.
The spear aroused the power in the cave sky, gathering into thousands of dark blue spear points, and crashed out of the body.
"when--"
The gun tip collided with the crescent moon, and then shattered.
But in an instant, there was a roar and explosion, and all the spear points were chopped into pieces by seven crescent moons!
July.
This is Sword Art July.
The seven quarter moons sealed the space around the opponent, making it impossible for him to escape.
"Bang——"
The spear collided directly with the crescent moon, and then the seven crescent moons condensed into one, spinning and twisting rapidly, leaving traces of space fragmentation, like black threads.
The space around the leader of the swift thief seemed to be torn apart.
What was terrifying was that the space around him was shattering, and the cave sky thousands of miles away also began to shatter.
This sword reveals the power of space that is irresistible!
The pale-faced leader of the Gale Bandits stared closely at the crescent moon that blocked the space around him, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Quickly leave!"
Walk.
Below, the Gale Bandits forming a battle formation were not ready to leave. The Gale Bandit War Cavalry who was leading the group took off the mask covering his face, revealing a face condensed with wind and frost.
"Save the Commander——"
He shouted loudly, and his energy and blood condensed into a black and gray wolf behind him.
The other people in the battle formation did not hesitate. They solidified their Qi and blood, collided with each other, and turned into a hundred-foot-long wolf, rushing towards Han Muye.
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged. The crescent moon moved and condensed into a thin line, and a full moon appeared.
"August."
"Stab-"
The impact of the whirling full moon directly shattered the wolf.
Those gale-force pirate warriors all vomited blood and retreated.
Two swords.
July is still young, August is complete.
Han Muye raised his fingers slightly.
He also has a third sword.
The leader of the Storm Pirates looked pale and stared at Han Muye's fingers.
With the third sword, he and his subordinates, the Storm Bandits, will die!
Yunlan Sword Immortal's sword is so strong that it is impossible to withstand it!
The leader of the Gale Bandits did not dare to hesitate. He let out a long shout, threw the spear in his hand towards Han Muye, and then fell down.
The spear turned into a long bloody dragon and roared towards Han Muye.
"Walk--"
The scattered energy and blood on his body was connected to the battle formation. The leader of the swift wind pirates triggered a gust of wind, and the battle formation activated and ran towards the rear.
The speed was so fast that only a cyan stream of light was visible.
This is the strength of the Swift Wind Pirates. They gather in a battle formation and can escape extremely quickly.
In the Bitter Immortal Realm, even if the Demon King takes action, he cannot completely wipe out the Swift Wind Pirates.
Han Muye did not pursue, he just raised his hand and the crescent moon wrapped the long bloody dragon, and then kept colliding with it.
He said there were three moves, but the leader of the Wind Pirates didn't even block a single move. Even the combined strength of the battle formation couldn't block his second sword.
If the third sword is used, these wind thieves will die.
However, in Han Muye's opinion, the Swift Wind Pirates were famous in the Bitter Immortal Territory for being numerous and difficult to defeat.
If he kills these people today, I am afraid that the remaining gale bandits in Yunteng Wasteland will continue to invade him in the future.
Especially Yunlan City.
trouble.
However, Han Muye was not prepared to let go of the spear that fell into his hands.
"Buzz——"
The long bloody dragon shook and turned into a spear again.
The gun body is eight feet long, the tip of the gun is cold, the light is dark, and there are fairy patterns.
Middle grade Lingbao.
The moonlight connected and turned into a snare, entangling this middle-grade spiritual treasure.
But this treasure is obviously connected to the cave sky led by the gale bandit. The power of the cave sky is blessing it, causing the spears to constantly conflict.
Han Muye snorted coldly, raised his hand, crescent moon, and opened the space.
The leader of the Gale Bandits, who had fled hundreds of miles away, suddenly trembled and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"What a cruel method!"
He gritted his teeth, his face full of fear.
The aura on his body was also constantly surging and stirring.
The treasure of life is being refined, which is cutting off his foundation.
But what's even more frightening is that he feels that the connection between himself and Dongtian is rapidly weakening!
"Commander!" The warrior who uncovered his mask turned his head and his expression changed.
At this time, the aura of the leader of the Wind Pirates had clearly fallen under the influence of a heavenly being!
"Then Han Wudi peeled off my cave, I shouldn't have left the battle soul gun behind -" Before he finished speaking, he spurted out another piece of blood, then his breath was erratic and weak, and he whispered: "Run away quickly.
…”
But just after he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.
In front, a Taoist priest wearing a red robe stood there.
The Taoist chuckled, and a jade-colored array disk flew up in his hand, covering all the gale bandits.
The flames in the array descended, directly igniting the nearly a hundred Gale Thieves warriors.
Gale Bandit, who had been injured in the fight with Han Muye, was ignited by the plot and had no power to fight back, and his blood was ignited and turned into a torch.
"If you want to keep your soul, lend me this energy and blood." Taoist Luo Yang laughed and looked at the only leader of the Gale Bandits who could still move.
After all, he was a powerful heavenly being who was not set on fire together with those wind thieves.
"Yuan Mo Dao Sect, do you want to fight me, the Gale Bandit, to the death?" The leader of the Gale Bandit gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
The aura on his body was trembling, and he could no longer control it.
"You know, my Yuan Mo Dao Sect will usually leave no room for action."
The voice behind him covered up the screams of the ignited Gale Pirates.
Lingyuan Tianxian, the leader of the Yuan Demon Dao Sect, who appeared behind him at some unknown time, took a photo with his palm.
"Bang——"
The bloody stream of light exploded.
Han Muye, who was hundreds of miles away, frowned.
The spear wrapped in the crescent moon in front of him trembled, and the spirituality on it instantly dissipated.
The master of the spear fell?
Even if he peeled off the cave where the master of the spear, the leader of the Storm Bandits, was still alive, he was not injured.
Now, the leader of the Storm Pirates has fallen.
Moreover, nearly a hundred of the Storm Bandits also died together.
This method can be called vicious.
Silence?
Or, framed?
Han Muye's eyes flashed with light, and a hint of killing intent filled the air.
He didn't believe that killing the Gale Bandit had nothing to do with him.
Holding the spear in his hand, the sword light on his body shone brightly.
The memory in the spear quickly flipped over and appeared in Han Muye's mind.
"This Gale Bandit is indeed under the command of Huntian Immortal Demon King, and is related to the Taoist sect."
"The blast, the thunder, and the purple lightning all have backgrounds from the human race and the demon race."
Holding the long bridge tightly, Han Muye raised his head and looked forward.
Over there, black haloes of light rose like evil spirits all over the sky.
resentment!
This resentment seemed to be guided and shot directly towards him.
In the resentment, there are still haloes transformed by energy and blood, which merge into a bloody wolf.
It was the Wind Thief who escaped earlier.
But at this time, all they had left was their energy and blood, which had condensed into gray wolves, and their lives had been burned out.
"Yuan Mo Dao Sect."
Han Muye's eyes were filled with depth, and the sword intent on his body was slowly flowing.
If he hadn't seriously injured those Wind Thieves, these people wouldn't have perished so easily.
So their grievances gathered and surged towards themselves.
The Yuan Mo Dao Sect took action and plotted against him behind his back.
The grudge between himself and the Storm Bandits was forged.
As a sword cultivator, I believe in the sword in my hands, and what I hate the most is this kind of calculation.
"The formation of resentment turns the weak into the strong."
Han Muye looked through the gray-black resentment and saw two figures standing behind the resentment.
Wearing red robes, there is a Dao cultivator who controls the grievances, and there is also a Taoist who wears green robes and wears a golden crown.
Lingyuan Tianxian, the leader of Yuanmo Dao Sect, and Luo Yang, the elder of Yuanmo Dao Sect.
"kill--"
Han Muye didn't hesitate at all, and cut down the sword in his hand directly from the air.
The sword light directly tore open the formation of resentment!
This sword is so powerful that it is unbelievable!
Even the Void Refining Celestial Immortal should not have such a tyrannical sword!
Under Luo Yang's horrified gaze, the sword light came down on his head.
The array of resentment was broken with one sword.
The coldness on the sword's edge was swaying freely, as if it was directly cutting into the soul.
The look on Luo Yang's face turned into despair.
Unable to stop him, all his methods are useless in front of such a sword cultivator.
This is the true power of sword cultivators. Cut down with one sword, and the sword edge will have no regrets!
"when--"
A golden shield stood three feet in front of Luo Yang, blocking the slashing sword.
Before the sword's edge, the immortal pattern on the shield shone brightly, as if all its power had been exhausted before it could even compete with the slowly dissipating sword light.
Luo Yang retreated with panic on his face, turned to look at the Lingyuan Celestial Immortal with a rune burning in his hand, and a flash of gratitude flashed on his face.
"Thank you, Master..."
Without the action of the sect leader Lingyuan Sword Immortal, he would have died.
How long has it been since he felt this kind of hesitation between life and death?
millennium?
Ten thousand years?
Still, Taoist Luo Yang lowered his head, and there was an imperceptible black halo flashing in his eyes.
"Han Wudi, what an invincible sword immortal." Lingyuan Sword Immortal shouted lowly, and his figure moved. The runes in his hands intertwined and merged into a golden three-foot-long banner.
As soon as the big flag appeared, it immediately enveloped the space of thousands of feet.
The more solid the power, the less likely it is to escape.
At this time, in this thousand-foot space, the golden fairy light on the flag condensed into substance, like a long knife, slowly pressing down.
"Eight-door hardware flag?"
"You don't even want to cover up the Immortal Treasure of Zhenyuan Temple, the Immortal Lingyuan?"
Han Muye raised his hand, pointed the long sword forward, and spoke coldly.
An immortal treasure, an immortal that transforms into reality.
Such powerful enemies, even the top figures in this immortal world, must be treated seriously.
The sword light that had been gathering around Han Muye also began to materialize.
sword.
A blue long sword appeared.
This is the embodiment of his immortal cultivation, even if the power displayed on this blue sword is only the peak of human immortality.
A green long sword appeared in Han Muye's hand.
Qing Ming.
The Qingming Sword who had been following Han Muye back then.
According to the current Qingming sword, it is no longer the Qingming sword that can only reach the magic weapon level.
At this time, Qing Ming had dozens of spiritual treasure swords refined and integrated into them, the spiritual power of which was comparable to that of immortal treasures.
enough.
Han Muye was unable to stimulate the power of the true fairy treasure at this time.
Just like the immortal treasure and the treasure above the immortal treasure, the power is strong enough, but it can only stimulate a trace of power, but it consumes a lot, and is completely inferior to the already familiar Qingming Sword.
With the Qingming Sword in hand, Han Muye's aura condensed into substance, and without waiting, he stabbed out with one sword.
"No front, no illusion."
Han Muye whispered softly, and the sword in his hand revealed a mysterious halo.
When the sword was thrust out, there was no sharpness at all. It was as if it was just a wooden stick being thrust out, without even a trace of wind blowing.
But in front of Lingyuan Celestial Immortal, this sword was like thunder surging from the sky.
The invisible power was gathered together and turned into thousands of cyan dragon shadows, wreaking havoc within a thousand feet.
The sword has no edge, and the sword moves have no edge.
But the sword in the world is the sharpest weapon, how can it be without an edge?
That Wu Feng means borrowing the front!
The sharp energy gathered by the eight-door hardware flag was stirred and scattered by this sword, and then was enveloped by the sword light of the long sword.
With one sword, the prison of the immortal treasure was broken.
"The only sword immortal in the world who can use a sharp edge against a sharp edge has this method. This sect master saw it in a strong man from the Zhantian Palace of the Xuanling Sword Sect 300,000 years ago."
Lingyuan Tianxian looked solemn, stretched out his hand to grab the shaking eight-door hardware flag, and stared at Han Muye: "No wonder the Daomen wants to kill you."
"I can't keep a swordsman like you."
Daomen.
Can't stay.
Han Muye didn't know whether to be panicked or proud.
Without enough strength and potential, he can't get into the eyes of the Taoist sect.
But being listed as a target to be killed by the Taoist sect, his future path may be extremely difficult.
Daomen, how strong is it?
"Dao Sect? Here you come." Han Muye said calmly, raising the sword in his hand again.
In front of the powerful Void Transformer, he could not slack off at all, not to mention, Dao Sect's beheading made him full of fighting spirit.
Ever since he held the sword, he has never been afraid of anyone.
If there is a war, then it is a war!
"August, the moon is full."
"September, profit."
When the moon is full, there is a surplus.
The cyan sword light first turned into a full moon, and then scattered the sword threads.
The blue sword threads seemed to fill up all the space.
Turning swords into silk is the basis of kendo practice.
But this basic swordsmanship technique, in Han Muye's hands, had unimaginable power.
Each sword thread can penetrate a ten thousand-foot mountain and strangle a blue dragon!
Yuehua Swordsmanship, September, profit.
Before such a sword strike, the Transforming Void Celestial Immortal and the leader of the Yuan Demon Dao Sect, Lingyuan Celestial Immortal, had to take a step back. Behind them, a cave world that had melted into the void appeared.
"Excellent swordsmanship, let me see if you can block this sect master's cave power with this sword."
Lingyuan Tianxian shouted coldly, and countless golden talismans fell from the cave behind him. Each golden talisman turned into a warrior wearing golden armor.
The boundless battle formation condensed into a ten-thousand-foot-long sword.