The sword light turned into a hundred feet, attracted the immortal energy in the void, and struck down rapidly.
The sky and the earth are like abyss, splitting when encountering a sword!
This is the sword that Han Muye used to condense his fighting spirit and sword spirit. It is the sublimation of his sword power after entering the realm of immortals.
The sword light of a hundred feet connected with the big sword in Han Muye's hand, and hit the white tiger hard on the forehead.
The white tiger shuddered and its body exploded.
But in the next moment, the second white tiger gathered and took shape again.
Moreover, the body of this white tiger is somewhat more muscular than the previous one.
The golden fairy patterns on the body are more agile.
The aura of the white tiger also became a little more solemn.
The power of a powerful formation is like this. Not only can it go back and forth, it can also absorb attack power and integrate it with itself.
Han Muye had experienced this method on the acting stage.
The more you fight, the stronger you become.
It is obvious that the formation here is inextricably related to the Zhoutian Formation and the formation on the performance stage.
At any other time, Han Muye would have been willing to hone it slowly to see what the limits of this formation were, and then try some of his newly learned sword skills.
But now he only had a quarter of an hour, and he had no intention of holding back.
His eyes fell on the white tiger's shadow that had reunited. Han Muye moved his body, sword in hand, and charged straight away.
"Shatter, Yuan!"
The long sword condensed into a thousand feet, and the sword light revealed a chill, and everything it passed was instantly frozen.
"Bang——"
With a slash of the sword, the white tiger's body shattered into pieces, and the broken body was frozen into pieces of ice and scattered all over the ground.
The body of the golden-armored soldier puppet in the space a hundred feet below shattered.
Before the white tiger's body could gather itself again, Han Muye had already fallen into the military formation, his long sword sweeping across it.
"boom--"
The sword light turned into a golden light wheel, cutting open the bodies of all the soldiers within a thousand feet.
Slash, swing.
Every time the sword was struck, there was a sound of shattering.
Ten breaths later, the third white tiger's phantom that had not yet completely condensed suddenly collapsed.
The military formation was broken, and the white tiger was unable to condense again.
From the time Han Muye flew out to the moment the military formation shattered, it took less than a hundred breaths.
Han Muye stood with his sword in hand, while the golden-armored soldiers around him slowly retreated.
Zhao Pingyu fell beside Han Muye, looking at the soldiers retreating like a tide, with a complicated look on his face.
"If there was someone in the middle to direct and guide this formation, it would probably be ten times more difficult to break through."
The power of the formation will eventually be exhausted. Seeing such a large formation being broken down so easily by Han Muye, as a practitioner of the formation, Zhao Pingyu was naturally upset.
In terms of combat power, formation cultivators are indeed far inferior to sword cultivators.
"If a major cultivator of the Void Transformation Realm is in charge, I will have to spend a lot of effort to break this formation." Han Muye nodded, dispersed the sword in his hand, and looked at the main hall in front of him.
With the Void Transformation Formation cultivator in charge, it will take more effort.
Zhao Pingyu twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head, and then strode forward.
People cannot be compared with each other.
Around him, green mountain peaks were suspended, emitting fairy lights all around.
The fairy light shrouded the sky, reflecting the layers of space.
Here, if you make one wrong step, you will be transported to an unknown place.
Han Muye followed closely, and within a moment, the two of them disappeared into the square outside the hall.
"boom--"
Outside the square, a column of bloody smoke soared into the sky.
A middle-aged man wearing a blood-colored battle armor, with murderous intent on his face, and a long scar stretching across his face, stepped on the bluestone floor tiles with his foot, golden light shot out from his eyes, and he scanned the surroundings.
More than a dozen strong men from the Blood War Sect, also wearing blood armor, fell down, moved and dispersed around.
Within a moment, everyone had returned, holding the scattered bodies of the golden soldier puppets in their hands.
These bodies made of gold and iron are mixed with high-quality spiritual materials and are valuable.
"The fracture is crisp and shattered with one blow."
"The immortal energy is locked in the body, and the formation is not broken by exhaustion of strength."
"There are traces of the convergence of kendo power."
"The one who can break the formation in such a short period of time is probably the strong swordsman Jia Lintao mentioned."
Several people spoke up and gathered their information to figure out Han Muye's identity.
After all, they are all strong, and they can see through everything from clues.
"Humph, people like Jia Lintao are worthy of being our deacons of the Nine Blood Hall." The big man who took the lead showed disdain in his eyes and looked up at the main hall ahead.
He took a step forward and raised his hand to punch.
"boom--"
The shadow of the fist broke through the layers of space and was blocked by the light curtain rising from the stone steps outside the hall.
Those layered spaces visible to the naked eye, once you step into them, you will be transported to nowhere. The light curtain that blocks a punch is even more powerful.
"What a powerful formation."
Beside the big man, an old man with a black beard showed a strange color on his face.
Others also looked solemn.
Bloody Battle Zongjiu Blood Hall Jiang Jin.
They knew how strong the first deacon of the Nine Blood Hall in front of them was.
In the realm of transformation, there are not many people who can surpass the ability of this first deacon.
His punch was blocked like this, and the hall could block everyone under Huanxu.
"Our Bloody Battle Sect has not studied the formation method deeply, and I am too lazy to struggle with this formation." Jiang Jin shook his head, took a step back, and then sat cross-legged on a bluestone pillar.
"We'll wait."
His words made the others grin.
What is the Blood War Sect best at?
It's not about exploring secrets and searching for treasures, but about snatching the treasures halfway after others have obtained them.
This is what they do easily.
——————
In the main hall, when Han Muye stepped in, Zhao Pingyu had already disappeared in front of him.
But he was in no hurry.
This is the place where a senior in the Formation Dao left his legacy. For Zhao Pingyu, this is a treasure place and a place of opportunity.
Zhao Pingyu disappeared here, indicating that he may have been recognized by his seniors.
As for Han Muye, the formation inheritance is not too important.
He himself has mastered the Zhoutian Grand Formation and the Zhoutian Sword Formation, and he has no regard for ordinary formations.
Looking up to the front, this large formation uses the power of the formation to lock the space. It looks like a hall with a radius of only a thousand feet, but it actually feels empty and endless.
On both sides of the main hall, there are many ten-foot-tall stone statues wearing golden armor.
These stone statues have wide eyes and large swords in their hands, like warriors ready for battle at any time.
Han Muye walked forward slowly and saw clouds and mist surrounding him, and fairy lights flying by.
Raising his hand, a small sapphire sword fell into his palm.
This small sword is no more than an ordinary spiritual weapon, and there is an immortal pattern carved on it.
Han Muye held the sword, immortal energy was poured into it, and sword intent poured in.
A picture appeared in his mind.
The Qingxuan Jade Sword forms part of the Qingxuan Sword Formation.
One hundred thousand swords can be fused into one immortal sword, which can easily kill immortals and gods.
It's a pity that this fairy sword has been broken.
The reason for the brokenness is——
Han Muye raised his head and looked at the stone statues slowly surrounding him.
Break the sword with a formation.
Countless years ago, two formation masters, one with the stone battle formation as the foundation and the other with the sword formation as the foundation, fought here.
In the end, the sword array was defeated.
So, this hall led him, Han Muye, to come here?
Looking at the stone statue with the sword raised, a flash of understanding flashed across Han Muye's face.
Outside the main hall, he was using his sword to break through the formation.
"boom--"
Three thousand stone statues drew their swords at the same time, and the space of a thousand feet in radius was turned into nothingness.
Endless streams of light shine, wrapping the entire space.
By the time Han Muye stood still, he was already in a green wilderness.
Surrounding me are rolling mountains, green grasslands, and patches of bamboo forests.
In the distance, the blood is soaring into the sky, and the sky is pale and yellow.
"Boy, you have three hours to prepare. After three hours, when Tu Yuan's army arrives, if you can't stop it, it will be annihilated."
An old voice came from behind Han Muye.
He turned his head and saw a fifty-year-old Taoist wearing a green and white robe with a jade sword on his back.
The Taoist looks like an immortal, with sword energy lingering around his body.
It's just a figure, but it's a bit unreal.
"Did you see it?" Seeing Han Muye's eyes falling on him, the old man smiled slightly: "Back then, I fought against the Heaven-Slaughter Formation, but was ultimately defeated by his Yuan-Slaughter Formation."
"However, he is not much better. All his cultivation is gone, leaving only his spirit and the battle formation."
"My name is Xu Mingjian. I hold the Qingyu Sword in my palm and am good at sword formations."
"Hey, I'm afraid not many future generations will remember me..." the old man whispered, shaking his head slightly.
"Qingyu Sword Immortal, one of the masters of the Xantian Hall, runs rampant with sword formations. Who knows the name of the senior in Xantian Hall?" Han Muye said softly.
His words made the old man tremble, and he raised his head and stared at Han Muye.
"Canglang——"
The long sapphire sword was unsheathed, split into three, and stabbed Han Muye in the chest.
The light of the sword flashed away, and with just one movement, it came within three feet in front of Han Muye.
The three feet in front of a swordsman is the final bottom line.
The sword light penetrated within three feet, which showed that his cultivation level and combat power were too low, and he was obviously unable to resist.
Xu Mingjian showed a trace of disappointment on his face. He was about to sheath his sword, but his eyes suddenly widened.
Han Muye raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and the green sword light slowly emerged from his fingertips.
The movement is very slow.
It was so slow that Xu Mingjian was worried about him.
But this slow sword hit the three sword shadows and shattered the three sword shadows.
"Three consecutive swords?"
"Good idea!"
Xu Mingjian showed joy on his face and stared at Han Muye: "Whose descendant are you?"
Han Muye didn't speak, he just flipped his palm, flicked the sword edge at his fingertips, and flew out.
He moved his fingers, and the sword light flashed like meteors, instantly locking the space around Xu Mingjian.
"Luoxue, Qingfeng, Duanhun, Destroying God, you, are you the successor of Senior Brother Guan?" Xu Mingjian raised his hand and drew out his sword, blocking several rays of sword light, and then looked at Han Muye.
"Senior Brother Guan, has he broken through to the realm of the Immortal Lord?"
Immortal Lord?
Han Muye shook his head.
Guandong Yun's combat power may be comparable to that of Jinxian, but his cultivation level is far from enough.
Otherwise, he would not have fallen into the mortal world.
"He has fallen."
Han Muye whispered.
These words made Xu Mingjian tremble all over, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
"Senior brother, he has fallen..."
"He, he is the most promising person in our Xantian Palace to become the Immortal Lord."
Perhaps the news was too shocking, and Xu Mingjian was a little distracted for a while.
But in an instant he regained his clarity.
"We will discuss this later. You have broken through the massacre formation and triggered his massacre formation. If you cannot stop it, you will definitely die."
Xu Mingjian cast his gaze into the distance and whispered: "Over the past hundreds of thousands of years, there have been many sword cultivators who have fallen into this formation, and no one has been able to leave alive."
A hint of darkness flashed across his face.
"The sword formation may not be as powerful as the Taoist formation."
Having said this, he took off the long sword behind him, raised his hand, and landed it in front of Han Muye.
"This sword is my Qingyu Sword. It is an immortal sword, but it lacks warmth and nourishment, so its combat power is much lower."
"You set up a formation with this sword, mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and resist Tu Yuan's battle formation with all your strength."
Taking a deep breath, Xu Mingjian's eyes shone brightly.
"I have been entangled with the Tiantian Formation for so many years, and it's time to end it."
The voice fell, and before Han Muye could speak, his figure had already dissipated and transformed into countless green sword lights.
These sword lights shine and turn into layers of space in the void.
In every illusory space, there is the shadow of a long sword.
There are actually countless swords in this layered space.
Han Muye raised his hand and held the Qingyu Sword in front of him.
Pressing the hilt of the sword, green fairy light was poured into it, and a faint sword intent poured in.
After all, it is an immortal treasure with an owner, and it is not suitable for direct refining, but it is okay to check some memories, right?
As the memory picture flashed, a smile appeared on Han Muye's face.
Fortunately, I took another look.
Many things, what you see may not be true.
Only this sword will not lie to yourself.
"There are still three hours, which is really not enough." Han Muye turned to look at the space around him and whispered softly.
Slowly closing his eyes, there was also a faint sword light radiating from his body.
The light of these swords gathered together and floated gently, brushing across the long green grass.
Three hours is just a blink of an eye.
As the roar came, from the distant hills, an army of red riders and black armor surged in like a tide.
The blood filled the sky and covered the sky.
The rich blood light collided with the cyan fairy light, sparking a mixture of bright and cold lights like meteors.
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The sword array turned into a light curtain, resisting the surging war cavalry.
"boom--"
The war cavalry is like a landslide and a tsunami, moving forward inexorably.
Nothing can stop this war horse, whether it's sword light or sword array.
The vast army advanced rapidly.
Pieces of green grassy wasteland were trampled, and the mountains and forests were covered and turned into yellow.
"boom--"
The sound of explosions was heard, and the light curtain blocking the military formation in front collapsed.
Lost.
"Boy, it's up to you."
Xu Mingjian's voice sounded, and then all the sword light exploded and fell into the bamboo forest behind.
In an instant, the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest turned into endless blue sword light, and then hung still in the sky.
On the opposite side, a large army gathered and stopped in front of Han Muye.
The pale yellow battle aura and the cyan fairy light sword aura are distinct.
Han Muye stood in the middle, seemingly giving him a chance to make a choice.
"Haha, formation, sword formation."
A smile appeared on Han Muye's face and he looked at the Qingyu Sword in his hand.
"Senior, if you didn't know the secrets of Xantian Hall, knew that there was a turmoil in Xantian Hall back then, and knew that Qingyu Sword Xu Mingjian had another identity -" Han Muye smiled and let go of the hilt of the sword.
The Qingyu Sword vibrated and turned into pieces of bamboo leaves.
"What do you know?" Xu Mingjian's voice sounded.
"Of course I know that Xu Mingjian is originally the Heaven-Slaughtering Formation. It's just the difference between the main body and the clone, the sword spirit and the formation spirit." Han Muye's voice came softly, but it made the whole world shake.
Han Muye knew more.
From the Qingyu Sword, he knew that Xu Mingjian was originally a powerful formation master from another immortal world.
After he came to Fuyuxian Realm, he kept his name anonymous and practiced swordsmanship again. Finally, he became a member of the Xuanling Sword Sect and became a member of Xantian Hall.
But from the beginning to the end, he made a choice between the way of sword and the way of formation.
Tu Yuan's battle formation was extremely powerful and its combat power was overwhelming.
But this battle formation was defeated by swordsmanship in the original immortal world, and the entire sect of the Heaven-Slaughtering Formation was destroyed, leaving him alone to escape.
He wants to learn the sword and use the power of the sword formation to take revenge.
But in the end, the swordsmanship he cultivated could not stop his formation.
So he was at a loss.
The two forces clashed, causing him to fall into confusion.
Of course, this was not the reason why he died here.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.
The Massacre Array fell here because it participated in the fight between two powerful men above the Golden Immortal.
Xuanling Sword Sect's Da Luo Jinxian Zhu Ming came to attack and kill Cangyun Immortal Lord who was in seclusion.
Because of the tyrannical methods of the Tutian Formation, Zhu Ming invited him to go with him, and promised that he would be rewarded heavily if the task was accomplished.
Attacking and killing an Immortal Lord is an opportunity that even the Heaven Slaughter Formation can take advantage of.
The final result was that Cangyun Immortal Lord and Daluo Jinxian Zhu Ming died together, and the Slaughter Heaven Formation was implicated and withdrew from the Bitter Immortal Realm, but ultimately died of serious injuries.
It's just that before his death, he made many arrangements to pass on his legacy.
It's a pity that choosing between the way of formation and the way of sword caused his own soul to be confused and split into two.
Opposite, above the vast battle formation, a figure wearing a light yellow robe appeared, standing in the sky.
"Then tell me, which one is stronger is the formation or the sword?"
The pale yellow figure shouted loudly, and all the warriors on the battle formation shouted loudly, causing the blood-evil energy to surge, and the boundless force suddenly pressed forward.
"Tell me, who is stronger in the formation or the sword." Behind Han Muye, the green bamboo leaves turned into sapphire swords, with all the sword blades pointed at him.
Is the formation stronger or the sword stronger?
Until his death, the Slaughter Heaven Formation could not figure it out.
If he admits that his formation is strong, then all his persistence is meaningless, because his formation is defeated by his sword.
Although he admits that his swordsmanship is strong, the swordsmanship he cultivates is obviously weaker than his own formation.
"Actually, there is no distinction between strong and weak cultivation in this world." Han Muye shook his head and looked at the pale yellow figure on the vast battle formation ahead.
"Canglang——"
A sword chant resounded throughout the world!
sword!
It's not Xu Mingjian's Qingyu Sword, it's not the thousands of bamboo leaves, it's green grass.
Countless green grass leaves rose up and turned into a small half-foot sword, green and soft.
The half-foot small swords gathered between Han Muye's raised hands and formed a huge sword that could reach the sky. The sword light shone, and the golden fairy patterns on it flowed, moving and erratic.
The sword gathered together and struck directly towards the head of the vast battle formation.
"Good swordsmanship." The pale yellow figure on top of the battle formation shouted, causing the entire formation to stir up, and the war cavalry that had stopped moving suddenly thundered.
The war cavalry gallops forward like waves.
The phantom of a golden-armored warrior appeared, holding a spear, and collided with the long sword that was struck head-on.
This blow caused the power of heaven and earth behind him to converge into a long spear.
"Bang——"
The sword shattered, the spear turned into nothingness, and the golden-armored warrior also collapsed.
Evenly matched!
The power of a sword can actually compete with such a tyrannical battle formation, and it is evenly matched!
The sapphire swords behind them shook slightly, as if they couldn't believe it.
Who can have such swordsmanship and not be able to retreat from Tu Yuan's battle formation?
"Buzz——"
At this moment, the broken long sword dispersed and turned into countless small green swords, floating in the air.
This appearance is very similar to the long swords turned into bamboo leaves at the back.
"I still have the strength to fight..." Xu Mingjian's voice sounded among the jade swords.
He never thought that the collapsed long sword could have such means.
Countless small green swords were falling downwards like raindrops.
All the war knights were covered by the rain, their bodies melted, and then fell into silence.
Large expanses of verdant green grass are covered, and the stretch seems to be endless.
The grassland that had been trampled before returned.
The pale yellow body also turned into nothingness in the rain.
Tu Yuan's battle formation was broken.
Han Muye slowly turned around and looked at Qingzhu behind him.
"The way of sword is the way of breaking and establishing. If Tu Yuan's battle formation can be broken, the way of sword can be established."
"The grass on the plain grows brighter every year."
Pressing his palm gently, Han Muye's eyes were filled with countless streams of light flashing: "Senior, do you think the sword is stronger, or the formation is stronger?"
"Swordsmanship..." Xu Mingjian said blankly, causing those small sapphire swords to vibrate.
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"boom--"
The green grass turned into a long sword again, and the ten thousand-foot-long sword struck down on the head.
The green bamboo leaves also condensed into a sword, not giving way at all, and collided with the green grass sword.
The two swords shattered at the same time, and the green bamboo swords scattered bamboo leaves all over the ground, but those green grass swords were suspended one by one.
"This, is this the power of the sword array?"
"No, this is -" Xu Mingjian, wearing a green robe, revealed his figure, his face full of excitement.
"This is the Tu Yuan Battle Formation!"
Every Sword of Green Grass is a war rider!
Use the sword as a formation, and the sword as a battle formation!
Xu Mingjian trembled, staring closely at the sword light that was slowly gathering power, murmuring in his mouth: "Why didn't I expect, sword formation, battle formation, sword, formation..."
Why do we need to separate swordsmanship and array formation so clearly?
The Tutian Formation has spent its whole life trying to prove who is stronger in swordsmanship or formation, and who can give him the power of revenge.
But it wasn't until this moment that he understood that if he had gone one step further and added what he had learned about the formation into the condensed sword formation, his combat power would have been completely different!
But everyone has obsessions.
His different obsessions with the way of fighting and the way of the sword caused him to become confused, and until his death, the two powers could not be integrated into one.
"Buzz——"
The green bamboo sword formation flew up and transformed into green-robed swordsmen holding long swords.
The sword cultivators formed an array, and the sword light gathered in their hands.
At this time, the brilliance of this sword was countless times stronger than the previous Qingyu Sword.
"I understand……"
Xu Mingjian's figure slowly dispersed.
"This sword is given to you."
The long green sword flew down in front of Han Muye.
Immortal sword, Qingyu sword.
Han Muye reached out and grabbed the sword, and the space around him continued to flow, eventually turning into clouds and mist.
Empty hall.
Zhao Pingyu, who was holding a half-foot gold-armored puppet in his hand, looked up and was slightly startled when he saw Han Muye.
But his eyes fell on the green sword held in Han Muye's hand, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Senior Brother Han, Senior Tu said that I will go to the Luoxue Fairyland with you in the future."
Having received the inheritance of the Heaven-Slaughter Formation together, it would be good for Zhao Pingyu to call Han Muye a senior brother.
Tu Tian Zhen came from the Luoxue Immortal Realm. When his sect was destroyed, he always wanted to take revenge but could not.
After Han Muye got this Qingyu Sword, he would naturally go to the Luoxue Fairyland if he had the chance in the future.
No commitment is required. If he has the ability to take revenge, he will take action.
Han Muye nodded and looked around.
This main hall relied on the power of two treasures to gather a large formation. After the Qingyu Sword and the golden puppet were taken away, the main hall lost its suppressive power and began to collapse.
"Let's go." Holding a long sword in his hand, Han Muye moved and stepped out of the hall.
Zhao Pingyu walked out with a smile on his face, holding the golden-armored puppet in his palm.
The grand palace collapsed behind them.
The two stood in front of the stone steps, looking at the bloody smoke column rising in front of them.
Twenty smoke pillars shot into the sky, blocking the already shattered bluestone square.
"Those who have their own opinions on opportunities in this world have their share."
"My Blood War Sect has always been generous in our actions, so I left behind that sword and that puppet."
The voice sounded, with a hint of joking.
"By the way, your blue stone, and the two swords you carry on your back."
"With such a big palace, you must have made a lot of money. You don't feel bad if you share some of the treasures with us, right?"
Twenty pillars of smoke surrounded Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, and the bloody aura filled the air, seeming to be able to suppress even the souls.
The Blood War Sect is the largest sect in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm. It is so powerful that who dares to face it directly?
They've done so many half-assed robberies that it's easy for them.
As for those who want to resist, that's better.
"Blood War Sect." Han Muye looked at the twenty strong men wearing blood armor who had gathered around.
Jia Lintao, the master of the Blood War Sect whom he met last time, no longer has the belief that he will win every battle.
What I encountered this time seemed different.
The fighting spirit is solidified.
On Han Muye, the sword light and fighting spirit turned directly into the wind!
"Kill -" the master of the Blood War Sect standing in front shouted, thrusting out the spear in his hand to meet the sword.
Nineteen other Blood War Sect masters took action at the same time.
Zhao Pingyu chuckled, and the golden-armored puppet in his hand turned into a height of ten feet, and the golden battle spear in his hand swept across.
"Bang——"
The battle spears blocked half of the Blood War Sect masters, and the remaining people, led by Jiang Jin, the first deacon of the Blood War Sect's Nine Blood Hall, broke into Han Muye's body.
The Qingyu Sword in Han Muye's hand shook and turned into a green bamboo leaf.
The bamboo leaves flashed, and the power revealed in them enveloped a hundred feet of space.
"Be careful!" Jiang Jin's expression changed, and he slammed down the war gun in his hand.
But the spear only hit three feet before being blocked by the green sword light.
Several other Blood War Sect masters were covered in green bamboo leaves, shining with blood.
"Stab-"
Bamboo leaves pierced the body, with traces of blood spilling out.
When the swords in Han Muye's hands gathered together again, there were only three Blood War Sect masters standing in front of him, and the others had already stepped back with pale faces.
On the other side, the golden-armored puppets also used their spears to force back the remaining Blood War Sect masters.
"You all get out of the way." Jiang Jin shouted in a low voice, and the smoke column of energy and blood on his body turned into a long bloody dragon, and walked away. The long gun in his hand broke into two short guns, and his hands stretched out.
Two blood dragons rushed forward with the spears, wrapping around Han Muye on both sides.
This blow directly blocked Han Muye's retreat.
Moreover, with this strike, the stream of light could be seen flashing, blood filled the air, and even the power of the soul was suppressed.
Han Muye has no choice but to fight if he wants to survive.
This is the Blood War Sect.
You have to fight bloody battles to survive, otherwise, you can only die.
Han Muye raised the Qingyu Sword in his hand with a solemn expression.
Jiang Jin is strong enough.
That's what's interesting.
The long sword thrust out, and a green sword light came out, motivating the two blood dragons to pursue them, and then slashed out with another sword. The green sword light flashed and broke the space in front of him.
It’s not about entanglement, it’s about directly breaking open the space!
The sword edge instantly appeared three feet in front of Jiang Jin.
Jiang Jin gave a low shout and punched him down.
"when--"
The sword's edge vibrated.
The two of them were three feet apart. The spears and swords in their hands were stabbing or slashing, causing the power of the surrounding heaven and earth to converge.
The strong wind exploded, and Zhao Pingyu and others had to retreat.
Ten feet.
Baizhang.
Thousands of feet.
lofty!
"boom--"
The cyan sword light and the bloody spear mixed together, then roared and exploded.
The spear light shattered, revealing the true form of the spear.
The sword light shattered and green leaves floated.
"Breeze, disperse." Han Muye raised his hand, and countless green bamboo leaves turned into a battle formation, sweeping Jiang Jin into it.
The blow was sudden and strange. Jiang Jin's eyes widened, but he couldn't stand out for a moment.
"kill--"
Jiang Jin's violent shouts came as he was knocked out of the blue battle formation, his body covered in bloodstains and his hands trembling.
Han Muye drew the sword in his hand and turned it into a curtain of cyan light.
Then, he slowly raised his hands, and the two swords behind his back were condensed into a cold sword with fighting intent and sword intent.
Killing intent began to surge.
The essence, energy, and spirit are gathered together, and the killing intent, sword intent, and fighting intent are condensed into one sword!
Jiang Jin raised his head and looked at Han Muye's sword, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and took a step back.
retreat!
The Blood War Sect masters all widened their eyes.
The first deacon of the Nine Blood Hall, Jiang Jin, who has always won every battle, actually took a step back today!
"Nine Blood Hall, Jiang Jin." Jiang Jin looked at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.
"Haha, this is the Yunlan Sword Immortal of Yunlan City." Zhao Pingyu said with a smile.
Zhao Pingyu had also heard of Jiang Jin’s name at Jiuxuetang for a long time.
I really didn’t expect that such a strong person would take a step back in front of Yunlan Sword Immortal today.
This step means that the combat power of Yunlan Sword Immortal has surpassed that of the deacons of the Nine Blood Hall, and is close to the powerful elders of the Nine Blood Hall!
How strong is Yunlan Sword Immortal?
"Yunlan City, Yunlan Sword Immortal, I remember it." Jiang Jin nodded, blood flashed on his body, and he stepped back.
He wasn't sure.
If you are not sure of winning, then this battle will be abandoned for now.
For the masters of their Blood War Sect, it is a good thing to have a strong enemy in front of them.
There is no chance of winning for the time being, which is also a good thing.
A surging fighting spirit surged in his heart, and Jiang Jin's eyes were filled with halos like burning flames.
The next goal is to defeat Yunlan Sword Immortal!
Looking at the masters of the Blood War Sect slowly retreating, Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Pingyu.
"Senior Qianzhen——"
"Hey, junior brother, it's junior brother." Zhao Pingyu waved his hand and said with a smile.
Han Muye shook his head and chuckled: "Then Junior Brother, Junior Brother Zhao, I am going to the Bitter Immortal Realm, so I won't go with you."
Hearing Han Muye talk about going to the Bitter Immortal Realm, Zhao Pingyu showed a solemn look on his face, nodded, and took out a golden formation disk.
"Senior brother, you and I are both a burden when traveling together. This is a formation disk that can withstand a blow from the peak of transformation and can also teleport thousands of miles. Give it to senior brother for protection."
He threw the formation disk in front of Han Muye, turned around and left.
Han Muye took over the formation disk and stopped staying. His body turned into sword light.
Zhao Pingyu turned his head slightly and saw the sword light flashing across thousands of miles in an instant, with a look of envy flashing on his face.
"It's amazing..."
In the distance, everyone in the Blood War Sect also looked up.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, you are so powerful." A master of the Blood War Sect, who was pale and had blood marks on his head and face, whispered softly.
Jiang Jin nodded, fighting spirit welling up in his body.
Han Muye, who was flying in the air, took out a golden talisman in his hand, and the fairy light penetrated into it, causing a bloody spiritual light to flash.
"Found it." With a whisper, Han Muye followed the guidance of this spiritual light, turned directly, and flew forward.
Ahead, the vast and endless mountains exude a distant atmosphere.
The golden fire hidden on Han Muye's shoulder raised his head, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.