823, Battle of Ten Thousand Realms, Lingxiao Sword Sect
A green-faced, fanged man wearing green-gray battle armor, over ten feet tall, holding a spear in his hand, stared wide-eyed.
There was a gray swirling halo above the war gun.
Han Muye shook his head.
Alien.
Just like myself, I am incompatible with the atmosphere of this territory, and it is a bit inconsistent.
There are two ways to gain recognition from the continent here and compete for the Ten Thousand Realms Dzi Pearl.
One is to occupy or subdue a force, and the other is to integrate into a certain force.
Han Muye raised his hand, and a green sword light flashed away.
In this Fangzhou domain, he could feel a trace of the coldness and sharpness left by the inheritance of swordsmanship.
Sure enough, when the sword energy was shot out, the suppressive power in the world was reduced a little.
"Stab-"
The sword energy shot through the space behind him, directly penetrating the body of the alien holding the spear.
When the sword light passed through, Han Muye could feel that the suppression on his body was lessened, and there was a thin layer of breath that was like a breeze entwining around him.
Heaven and earth induce, or in other words, acknowledge.
This kind of recognition determines whether you can quickly integrate into the world and then whether you can obtain the Dzi Beads.
With a movement of his body, Han Muye flew forward in a direction that showed some sword intent.
Behind him, the figure holding the spear trembled, then the spear broke and the figure collapsed.
From the beginning to the end, Han Muye never looked at this figure.
Not a level.
They are not even interested in knowing the opponent's race, attributes and strength.
After running a hundred miles forward, Han Muye's figure froze.
A sword light slashed in front of him.
"Outside of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, comers should stop——"
Blue robe, a sharp sword energy, and a three-foot-long sharp sword in his hand.
The person who spoke had an arrogant face, and an icy flame shone on his body.
The long sword was pointed at Han Muye, its edge flashing, as if he would take action as long as Han Muye moved.
Sword repair.
Han Muye glanced around and chuckled, "Are you from this realm?"
At this time, the place where Han Muye was was also covered in ice, which was the same as the sword cultivator's power.
Han Muye's words stunned the other party.
In an instant, a long sword appeared in Han Muye's hand and slashed out.
There was an icy divine flame on the sword's edge, and the sword in the sword cultivator's hand was chopped away with one strike.
The sword light touched the sword cultivator's neck, and the icy flames made the alien tremble all over.
"Are you from this realm?"
Han Muye spoke again.
The sword cultivator had a look of fear on his face and nodded nervously.
"Tell me about it." Han Muye retracted his sword, put his hands behind his back, and spoke calmly.
"Ahem, okay, okay, I said..." The green-robed swordsman reached out to cover the wound on his neck, panting and whispering.
Yunteng Universe, Lingxiao Domain.
This is a continent where the great path has been achieved through the practice of swordsmanship.
Lingxiao City, Lingxiao Sword Master, Lingxiao Sword Sect.
This sword cultivator named Su Xun was from the Lingxiao Sword Sect, but he was only a middle-class elite in the sect.
The top experts of the Lingxiao Sword Sect also have the fighting power of the Immortal Lord.
A universe without the Immortal Lord’s combat power would not even be qualified to participate in the Ten Thousand Domains Contest.
"Let me see the swordsmanship of your Lingxiao Sword Sect."
Han Muye looked at Su Xun, raised his hand and waved, and the long sword that originally fell to the ground flew back.
Su Xun stretched out his hand to take the sword, moved his body, took a step forward, and stabbed Han Muye with the sword.
Those who can appear in Lingxiao Domain are all of similar cultivation and combat strength.
Su Xun was frightened when Han Muye cut off the sword in his hand before. Now that he thought about it, since he appeared here, the person in front of him could not be much stronger than himself.
That sword strike just now was because I was not prepared.
Things are different now!
The blade of the sword shines with light. This is the infusion of sword energy, which is consistent with the power in the sword body.
"Flying immortals from the sky!" Su Xun whispered in his mouth, the man and the sword joined together, and like a meteor, they flashed in front of Han Muye.
There was a glint in Han Muye's eyes.
The swordsmanship of Lingxiao Sword Sect has some merits.
Swift.
Smart.
Put all your strength into one sword.
Han Muye raised his hand and placed his fingertips on the edge of the long sword.
The long sword shook, and Su Xun couldn't hold the hilt. His palm loosened, and the long sword fell.
"It's a bit interesting to practice purely with the artistic conception of swordsmanship and kill immortals with a mortal sword against the odds." Han Muye whispered as he raised his hand to hold Su Xun's sword.
There is a trace of kendo power vibrating in the sword.
Han Muye did not directly explore the memory in the sword.
He rarely tried to forcefully explore the memory in the main weapon.
But just from the sword strike just now, he had already understood the characteristics of Lingxiao Sword Sect's swordsmanship.
His own swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle of the world. What swordsmanship can't be seen through in front of him?
"Where is your Lingxiao Sword Sect?" Throwing the sword back, Han Muye looked at Su Xun.
Su Xun trembled all over, his expression changed, he held the sword and said nothing.
Having been defeated again with just one sword, he already knew the gap between himself and his opponent.
In front of the opponent, I really can't catch a sword.
Who can resist the Lingxiao Sword Sect, which has such fighting power that even its masters have been dragged away?
Now that the other party is looking for Lingxiao Sword Sect, can he be allowed to go?
No matter how hard I try, I can't let him go.
Holding the long sword tightly in his hand, Su Xun raised the sword's edge.
The worst case scenario is death.
Anyway, after practicing for 100,000 years and becoming an elite in the sect, that’s enough.
"We are both sword cultivators, and I am somewhat interested in your Lingxiao Sword Sect."
Han Muye's voice sounded.
"I can guarantee that I will not seek to seize the foundation of your Lingxiao Sword Sect."
"If possible, I will help you get promoted."
Promotion.
This requires not only the strength to dominate the region, but also enough Dzi Beads.
The expression on Su Xun's face changed, and his fists clenched and unclenched.
"Okay, if you break your promise..."
Not everyone wants to die.
It's best if you don't die.
Su Xun and Han Muye turned around and ran for three hundred miles, stopping in front of a thousand-foot mountain.
The tops of the mountains are shrouded in clouds, forming a large covering formation.
But with Han Muye's cultivation level, he could see through the formation at a glance. Behind the formation, there were endless palaces.
This Lingxiao Sword Sect is indeed the dominant level in the Lingxiao Domain. Unfortunately, they did not expect that after countless thousands of years, there would be such a competition among thousands of domains.
To be honest, most continents have forgotten about this matter.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Boom——"
There was a roaring sound among the clouds and mist.
Dozens of figures shuttled through the clouds and mist, and every time they rushed to kill, blood would splash.
Their cultivation is not much better than that of Su Xun beside them, but these people have wings behind them, and the weapons in their hands are strange long flags, like spears, with a black flag painted with various spiritual patterns.
On the black flags, streaks of blood flashed.
Pulled by those marks, these aliens with wings on their backs could not see through the formation, but they could move freely through it.
In turn, with the help of the large formation, they could easily kill the disciples stationed at Lingxiao Sword Sect.
"Withdraw -"
A voice sounded from the top of the mountain.
As the sound rang out, the clouds and waves gathered and dispersed, slowly scattering, and golden palaces appeared on top of the thousands of feet of mountains.
The spiritual light flashing in this hall can be sensed thousands of miles away.
"Haha, there's no need for us to attract our fellow tribesmen." Some of the alien tribesmen who had already spread their wings and retreated laughed out loud.
The previous formation could conceal the aura of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, but now it can be seen from thousands of miles away.
In the void, one after another figures were already rushing towards him.
"Line up and kill." A voice sounded from the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and the voice was calm and waveless.
Hundreds of sword lights flew out and formed a circular formation, surrounding the scattered aliens with wings.
The sword light connects, flickers, and has no end in sight.
Han Muye nodded.
This sword formation is somewhat like a battle formation. The swords are connected with each other. Although the killing power is not strong, the sword formation is tough and can withstand attacks from both inside and outside.
The encirclement circle continues to shrink, and the space between the two-winged alien races is getting smaller and smaller.
The sword light interspersed in the circular formation became more and more sharp.
"call out--"
A ray of sword light went straight through the encirclement, cutting off the wings of a foreigner who had no time to dodge, causing him to fall down.
One of the aliens broke his wings, and the other aliens immediately panicked and wanted to run away.
In this way, once you have no fighting spirit, you will be completely defeated.
Sword rays strangled each other, and figures fell down one after another.
"Return to——"
Just when there were only three foreigners left in the formation, a voice suddenly sounded from the Lingxiao Sword Sect.
The sword array retreated without hesitation.
Streams of sword light rushed out from the Lingxiao Sword Sect.
"boom--"
The sword light rose, blocking the attacking aliens.
At this time, thousands of practitioners from various continents have arrived around the mountains where Lingxiao Sword Sect is located.
The most numerous of them were the aliens with wings on their backs and a long flag in their hands.
"kill--"
Without stopping at all, these alien races rushed towards the Lingxiao Sword Sect's station.
Without a large formation to block them, these fast-escape aliens could rush directly into the sect.
"Oops." Su Xun looked ugly and whispered.
"Gather--" a voice sounded from the Lingxiao Sword Sect.
All the practitioners of the Lingxiao Sword Sect gathered together, and their sword energy converged, turning into the shadow of a hundred-foot giant sword.
The power transmitted by this sword has obviously exceeded the level of this Fangzhou domain.
The power on the sword shone brightly, causing the void to vibrate, as if it was about to directly break through the suppression of Kaizhou Territory's power.
It's a pity that before the time for the Dzi Beads to condense and the power of the Dzi Beads to merge with each other, even if the void was shattered, they would not be able to reach the upper Fangzhou Territory location.
Otherwise, Han Muye would not have stayed in this continent and would have rushed straight into the upper continent.
"Stick to Lingxiao Palace——"
The voice from the Lingxiao Sword Sect rang out again, and the illusory hundred-foot-long sword slashed horizontally, smashing into pieces all the people and halls in the way, and then rushed into a mottled palace.
At least tens of thousands of Sword Sect disciples gathered around the main hall, and their sword intent and energy gathered into a powerful sword shadow that could sweep across the entire area.
"This man is quite capable, and he knows that the fighting power cannot be dispersed at this time." Han Muye said softly with a smile on his face, "If you save people, you will lose the land, and you will save both people and land. If you save the land, you will lose people, and you will lose both the people and the land."
At this point, he shook his head again: "However, it is still too conservative."
He looked at Su Xun and said calmly: "Do you dare to go and kill someone?"
A killing?
Su Xun was stunned when he saw Han Muye suddenly taller and flying into the sky.
The long sword in his hand caused a ten-foot-long sword light to shoot straight into the sky.
The sword light exploded, and at least three alien bodies were shot through by the sword light.
Then, the wild man Han Mu followed the sword and cut off all the aliens that came around him.
The sword's edge was so fast that even those foreign races could not feel Han Muye's power.
One sword comes and goes, full of joy!
Su Xun showed a trace of envy on his face, took a deep breath, unsheathed his sword, and rushed forward.
His speed is not as fast as Han Muye's, but his sword light is also sharp.
Fighting in the void, the sword light only seeks those alien races that are slow and weak in cultivation.
The two sword lights crisscrossed each other, like meteors flashing before the mountains.
The blood of the aliens spilled into the sky one after another.
This scene caused the aliens who were originally preparing to besiege the Lingxiao Sword Sect to retreat in panic.
"All the Sword Immortal Realms will follow me to kill -"
Someone shouted in the Lingxiao Hall below.
A ray of cyan sword light flew upward, and then at least a hundred sword lights rushed towards the void.
This time the people formed a sword formation, and then gathered and dispersed in an orderly manner to drive away the invading aliens and prevent them from getting any closer.
Among them, there were several swordsmen practitioners with good fighting abilities. They broke away from the battle formation and fought in mid-air.
Take the initiative.
The foreign races on all sides were not afraid of the original defensive stance. Now, looking at the situation, they did not dare to stay and fled in all directions.
The sword light in mid-air slowly dissipated, and a young man wearing a green uniform and holding a black sword in his hand moved and stood in front of Han Muye.
"Lingxiao Sword Sect Chen Shaodong has met the senior."
Behind him, other sword cultivators from the Lingxiao Sword Sect gathered and looked at Han Muye carefully.
Su Xun looked nervous and stepped beside Chen Shaodong.
He had just summoned Chen Shaodong to tell him what he knew about Han Muye's strength and identity.
At this time, he didn't know how Han Muye would treat Chen Shaodong and the Lingxiao Sword Sect.
"It was very rare to be able to gather combat strength in the shortest time just now."
"Also, we must preserve our strength even if our foundation is damaged."
Han Muye looked at Chen Shaodong and chuckled: "If those alien races are determined to take down the Lingxiao Sword Sect, what choice will you make?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Chen Shaodong clasped his fists and spoke loudly: "Although the foundation of my Lingxiao Sword Sect is important, it is not as important as the lives of my disciples."
"If the opponent fights to the death, I will lead the Lingxiao Sword Sect disciples to withdraw from Lingxiao Peak."
Looking up and seeing Han Muye looking at him with a slight smile, Chen Shaodong took a breath and said solemnly: "If the alien race is too powerful, we will not be able to surrender."
"The battle in all realms is dangerous, but it is also an opportunity. We are lucky enough to participate in it, how can we not save our lives and strive for the greatest benefits?"
After Chen Shaodong finished speaking, he stood still.
Behind him, the sword cultivators from the Lingxiao Sword Sect all had stiff expressions.
"Sword cultivators all emphasize the unity of mind and sword, and pursue this sharpness," Han Muye looked at Chen Shaodong in front of him and said softly, "I dare to entrust Lingxiao Sword Sect to you to guard. I do admire your sword sect.
metropolitan."
The sword in the heart is as one, with its own sharpness.
If Chen Shaodong talks about surrender and escape so easily, one cannot feel the tenacity of the swordsman at all.
If such a person is in charge of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, can the rigid elders in the sect tolerate it?
"My father said that if it hadn't been for this situation, people like me would have been kicked out of the Lingxiao Sword Sect sooner or later." Chen Shaodong shook his head and then looked at Han Muye.
"Senior, since we are both sword cultivators, how about coming to our Lingxiao Sword Sect to stay temporarily?"
"If senior is willing to come, Chen Shaodong will hold the position of number one worshiper in the sect with both hands."
Han Muye laughed and looked at Chen Shaodong: "Okay."
As these words fell, the repulsive force on him that originally belonged to this world dissipated instantly.
By integrating into this world, you can use this world as your foundation, and then step by step onto the final pinnacle of the Ten Thousand Domains Contest.
As the repulsive power of heaven and earth dissipated, the power that originally needed to be suppressed in Han Muye burst out.
"boom--"
Endless cloud waves gathered together, forming a shadow of blood behind him.
The evil energy rising into the sky condensed into the phantom of an ancient dragon and crocodile.
This kind of momentum made the whole world tremble.
The power of the previously devoured dragon and crocodile head had not yet been refined, and the ferocious power swept across all directions.
"I will retreat first. If nothing happens, don't disturb me."
Han Muye spoke calmly and reached out to pat Chen Shaodong's shoulder.
Chen Shaodong trembled all over and nodded hurriedly.
This, what kind of sword cultivator is this? He is clearly an ancient demon god!