759, Lu Yue Sword God arrives to suppress the existence of all realms
The sword and the body are connected by blood, and the sword at this time is the real sword.
When the sword was slashed out, the sword's light merged with the body's blood, stimulating endless potential.
Within a thousand miles, clouds and waves gather and disperse.
"What a sword!"
"Good swordsman!"
"happy!"
No matter what kind of demon cultivator he is, no matter what kind of powerful enemy he is.
With one slash of the sword, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle.
Thousands of demon cultivators stood before this sword, either vomiting blood and retreating, or having their muscles and bones shattered.
"Xu Wu thanked Mr. Xu for sharpening his sword." With the long sword flying across the air, Xu Wu looked at Han Muye and bowed.
On the other side, Yu Sheng also returned with a sword. Although he didn't speak a word, the expression on his face said everything.
At this moment, the remaining seventy sword cultivators on the stone cliff all had their eyes flashing.
Regardless of Yu Sheng or Xu Wu, among the seventy-two of them, they cannot be considered truly strong.
But just like that, the methods the two of them showed today were already extremely powerful.
It's not because the strength of Yu Sheng and Xu Wu has been greatly improved, but because the swords in their hands match their combat prowess and cultivation, making them seem completely transformed.
"What a good idea..."
On the mountains in the distance, an old man wearing a green robe had a look of emotion on his face, looking at Han Muye sitting cross-legged on the cliff, and whispered softly.
Behind the old man were at least thirty practitioners with tall and straight bodies and a dignified aura.
"Uncle Master, if Han Muye improves the combat power of others by sharpening his sword, what benefits will he gain himself?"
A middle-aged man carrying a long sword looked at the old man in green robes and spoke in a deep voice.
There is no free benefit in this world.
Han Muye has been sharpening his sword all the way, so it is impossible for him to just want nothing.
"Sharpening a sword naturally has the advantage of sharpening it." The old man in green robe narrowed his eyes and looked at the demon cultivators who had gathered again under the cliff.
"It's just that for us sword cultivators, watching this improvement in swordsmanship is also useful."
"Anyway, I will never give my sword into anyone's hands."
The old man's words made everyone behind him nod.
Even if Han Muye's sword sharpening is useful for improving the sword, so what?
The sword is the life of a swordsman.
How can you put your life in other people's hands?
"boom--"
Under the cliff, the reassembled demonic energy condensed into a thousand-foot demon god.
The demon held a spear in his hand and rushed towards the cliff.
Han Muye raised his hand, and long swords flew out from the black sword box.
The sword light coincides with the sword cultivators around him.
These swords, which had been kept in his sword box for at least three years, seemed to have their own spirituality at this time.
This spirituality comes from the sword itself, but also from the sharpening in the sword box.
In fact, this sword has the shadow of its owner.
That kind of connection between soul, energy, and blood is of great benefit to improving the way of swordsmanship.
This is practice.
This is cultivating the mind.
This is sword training!
They had not touched their own swords for at least three years. Now that the sword was in their hands, everyone felt their hearts shake.
At this moment, holding the sword in your hand, we will never be separated again.
"boom--"
Among the cliffs, a giant sword soaring into the sky emerged.
The long sword cut down directly with indomitable power.
This sword chopped into pieces the flowing clouds, the mountains, and the rivers of heaven and earth.
The demon in front was cut off with one sword.
"What a sword!"
In the main hall of Liantian Sect, the old men in front of the light curtain had smiles on their faces.
If it is said that when Han Muye ran away, what outsiders saw was his talent.
So in this journey of sharpening his sword, what outsiders see is his understanding of cultivation and his understanding of life.
If you have good talent, that is just the foundation, the foundation.
Only when one's state of mind is truly high can one take a long-term path to spiritual practice.
"boom--"
As the demon god's body collapsed, each demon practitioner vomited blood and retreated in defeat.
Han Muye did not leave Mojian Cliff, but held the black sword box in his hand and sat cross-legged without moving.
Seventy-two sword protectors stand on the left and right, and the swords in their hands are in harmony with their own way.
Han Muye's body was surrounded by endless sword light.
This sword light is both unfamiliar and familiar to the sword cultivators around him.
One of these sword lights seems to have been used by them before.
But if you look more carefully, it seems that this sword light is not something that you have practiced and practiced.
They didn't know that the sword light around Han Muye was the sword they had learned with the help of the sword box.
This black sword box reads the memories in all the swords, and then turns them into Han Muye's own memory images.
Slowly comprehending these scenes, he seemed to have watched others cultivate for a lifetime.
Unconsciously, he seemed to have been practicing for countless years and countless lifetimes with the help of the sword box.
This feeling was not unfamiliar to him at all.
This is his way of understanding swordsmanship.
"call out--"
In the distant sky, a sword light spanned the sky and the earth.
"Mulanshan Xu Zhiyu meets Mr. Han Muye."
"According to the order of my ancestor, Xu Zhiyu is willing to practice under Mr. Han of Mojianya for a thousand years."
As soon as he finished speaking, a slender young swordsman stood under the cliff with a long sword in his hand.
Han Muye on the cliff opened his eyes and raised his hand.
The sword held in the young man's hand flew into his hand, and then the sword box was opened and the long sword was put into it.
"A thousand years is too long, just a hundred years."
Han Muye's voice sounded.
century.
A hundred years later, he will return this sword.
Xu Zhiyu's face showed joy and he raised his fist towards the cliff.
On other mountains, many people looked at each other.
I thought that Han Muye had already reached his limit by recruiting 72 accompanying guardians.
Now it seems that he actually intends to accept Taoists again.
"Wu Tengzong Zhao Jusheng has met Mr. Han."
"Yu Fei of Huaxu Sword Sect, pays homage to Mr. Han."
Voices sounded one after another, and each sword cultivator flew down the cliff.
A month later, there were already three thousand sword cultivators under the cliff.
These sword cultivators are all willing to practice under Han Muye, while serving as his protectors and at the same time studying the way of swordsmanship with other strong swordsmen.
This Mojian Cliff is not a kendo sect, but it is like a kendo sect.
After a month of retreat, Han Muye finally appeared in front of everyone.
Looking at the sword cultivators up and down the mountain, he raised his hand a little.
"Zhu Wushou, you go to the foot of the mountain and challenge ten games."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Duchenggu, you go down the mountain with your sword, fight ten battles and then come back."
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After a while, sword lights shot up to the sky from up and down the cliff.
Han Muye did not sharpen his sword alone at Mojian Cliff.
Mojian Cliff is not just about sharpening swords.
It's also annoying.
For the compatibility of swords and people, not only the sword needs to be improved, but the person's cultivation, realm, and perception also need to be improved.
"It turns out that this is the real Mojian Cliff..."
In the void, someone whispered softly.
The sword light from up and down the Mojian Cliff converged, causing the heaven and earth to shake.
This forced the Liantian Sect to send another person to set up a large formation to protect the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in this area.
We can’t let Mojian Cliff be destroyed, right?
Since Han Muye wants to leave a cliff behind, he must protect the cliff from being smashed by sword energy and sword intent.
One year.
Han Muye stayed in Mojian Cliff for a year.
During this year, the seventy-two sword cultivators on Mojian Cliff took turns fighting, competing with the three thousand sword cultivators at the bottom of the mountain.
With swords with matching spiritual attributes in hand, the combat power of these seventy-two sword cultivators continues to increase.
Sharpen your sword with your sword.
As for the three thousand sword cultivators at the foot of the mountain, even though the sword in hand was given to Han Muye, their combat power has been greatly improved within a year.
They are already looking forward to how powerful they will become when their sword returns.
There are seventy-two on the mountain and three thousand at the foot of the mountain. As for the hundred-mile radius outside Mojian Cliff, Han Muye doesn't know how many sword cultivators there are.
Anyway, the daily battle of swordsmanship will be observed by countless people.
Han Muye didn't care, he was willing to meet even those who wanted to see him.
It's just that this year, no one has been able to walk in front of him.
For the vast majority of sword practitioners, it is enough to comprehend the battle between those seventy-two strong men and three thousand sword practitioners.
Even if you want to stand in front of Master Han, you must have this qualification.
A year later, Han Muye finally walked down the cliff.
Before leaving, he left three big characters "Mojian Cliff" on the cliff.
After he and the other sword cultivators left, everyone looked at the three big characters that looked like swords piercing their hearts.
Among these three words, there are lines of sword intent that will remain for a long time.
With this word, they can practice at Mojian Cliff for a long time.
"Mojian Cliff, what a good name." Three days after Han Muye and the others left, a Taoist priest wearing a blue-grey robe flew down, looked at the big characters in front of him, and whispered softly.
"Liantian Sect, Han Muye." The Taoist turned his head and looked at the direction Han Muye and the others were leaving. His body moved and turned into a shadow.
Han Muye and his group of more than 3,000 people left Mojian Cliff and went straight to the Liantian Sect without stopping.
The strong support personnel sent by the Liantian Sect also led them directly to the Liantian Sect.
Countless powerful people in the world know that when Han Muye returns, the reputation of the Liantian Sect will definitely rise to a higher level.
With this man's ability to sharpen his sword for ten years and bring back three thousand sword cultivators, he will definitely become a giant in the world of weapon refining in the future.
"Welcome to the return of Senior Brother Han." On the distant mountain peak, a team of Tianlian Sect bowed down.
Han Muye nodded slightly and drove forward with a ray of light.
After walking another hundred miles, there was another group of practitioners on the mountain peak bowing: "We sincerely welcome Senior Brother Han back to the mountain gate."
Three thousand miles in a row, everyone welcomes you.
Not even a sect elder can have such cards.
This is the importance given to the peerless geniuses in the sect.
"boom--"
When Han Muye arrived outside the mountain gate of Liantian Sect, he suddenly heard the sound of rolling clouds and thunder behind him.
In the Liantian Sect's main hall, the sect leader Duan Tianfeng's expression changed and he flew out.
"Set up the formation!"
As he shouted low, the endless stream of light between heaven and earth gathered and turned into a huge cauldron of five thousand feet.
The flames in the cauldron rose up and turned into thousands of light pillars.
Just these thousand pillars of light rose up, as if they were suppressed by some kind of force.
The sword light flashed and the thunder light shone.
"Senior He Fang is kidding me about the Tianlian Sect?" Duan Tianfeng gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice.
How many people in the world are there who can suppress his Tianlian Sect formation with the power of swordsmanship?
Zhu Xuyuan, who was following behind Han Muye, took a step forward, and the sword light around his body merged with the sword in his hand.
"Stab-"
A sword light slashed out.
As soon as the sword light appeared, the surrounding void began to vibrate, as if he was afraid of being torn into pieces by the sword.
"True Heavenly Sword, not bad."
"It's a pity that you only restored the memory of Zhentian Sword, but you are not the real Zhu Zhentian."
There was a voice in the void, and then a green sword light collided with the sword light struck by Zhu Xuyuan.
Zhu Xuyuan was shocked and his eyes widened.
His sword light was chopped into pieces!
How can it be?
He is Zhu Zhentian, one of the top ten sword ancestors in the world.
Even though the sword has not regained its full power and his own cultivation is not enough, he is still the ancestor of the sword.
Is there anyone in the world who can suppress the Sword Ancestor with the power of the sword?
have.
"You. You are Lu Yue Sword God!"
Zhu Xuyuan shouted excitedly.
Why did he lose his soul back then and exchange souls with Zhentian Sword?
Isn't it because of defeat at the hands of Lu Yue Sword God?
Together, the ten greatest sword masters in the world are no match for Lu Yue Sword God.
It is precisely because of this that the ten great sword ancestors do not dare to be too arrogant in the world of practice.
Because they were defeated by one person.
Lu Yue Sword God.
"Lu Yue Sword God? It's him!" Duan Tianfeng had a stern look on his face above the Liantian Sect.
Behind him, the powerful men of the Tianlian Sect were all looking nervously ahead.
A Taoist priest in his fifties wearing a gray Taoist robe and a simple face came slowly.
This is the one who appeared under Mojian Cliff before.
As the Taoist walked forward step by step, the surrounding world seemed to be imprisoned.
No one can move an inch anymore.
This is the power of the Sword God!
The god of swordsmanship can suppress heaven and earth.
Han Muye looked at the Sword God Lu Yue walking towards him step by step, with a smile on his face.
Lu Yue Sword God, a powerful man who came out of the ancient universe and roamed countless universes!
This man once wielded a sword in the Galaxy Divine Realm and cut off the galaxy with one sword.
This person is the most powerful man in the world, a master of swordsmanship!
"Han Muye, a descendant of the Great Desolate World, has met the Sword God Senior."
Although Han Muye's voice was loud, only one person could hear it.
Because the world was suppressed at this time, only the advancing Sword God Lu Yue could hear.
"Prehistoric..."
Lu Yue Sword God showed a trace of nostalgia on his face and nodded lightly.
Looking at Han Muye in front of him, Lu Yue Sword God raised his hand and waved.
"boom--"
The rotation of heaven and earth is like the blending of sun and moon, and the growth of all things.
kendo.
All of this is the avenue of the sword.
Han Muye reached out and opened the sword box behind his back, letting all the sword spirit in front of him pour into it.
This originally black and ugly sword box began to change.
Lines of spiritual light shine from it, turning into mysterious and simple patterns.
Each pattern is a avenue of swords.
But the torrent of swordsmanship in front of him was so thick and broad that it seemed endless.
The halo on the sword box was so bright that it seemed to burst.
Han Muye managed to maintain the sword box, and then all the power in his body was poured into it and intertwined.
In his hand, a flame rose.
The flames wrapped the sword box, quickly refining and improving it.
If it is not refined and reinforced, the sword box will not be able to carry the sword intention of Lu Yue Sword God and will directly collapse.
The sword spirit is infused, and the sword box is repaired and refined.
No matter how the sword is flowing, it can be carried by the sword box.
At this moment, Han Muye's sword light and flames merged, soaring into the sky and into the sun.
"Something capable." Lu Yue Sword God's eyes flashed, he pondered for a moment, raised his hand, and a small pale golden sword appeared in the palm of his hand.
"Then let me see if you can catch the power of my immortal-killing flying sword."
The sword light flashed and fell into the sword box.
At this moment, Han Muye's complexion turned pale!
