Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 903. Entering the Tao but breaking the Tao, dying in the morning and evening of enlightenment
903. Entering the Tao but breaking the Tao, dying in the morning and evening of enlightenment
One sword has twelve sharp edges, and each sword pierces the body of a cultivator seeking the Tao.
Such swordsmanship and combat power made the remaining two Hao Tiedao Sect members look pale.
Han Muye pointed his sword forward and said in his mouth: "Get out."
It’s still the word “roll”.
At that sound just now, the three members of the Hao Tiedao Sect all had sneers on their faces. Now with this sound, the remaining two people feel as if they have been granted amnesty.
The two of them turned around and ran away without caring about the corpses of their fellow disciples.
Han Muye put his sword into its sheath and stepped forward.
Zhang Mingyuan followed him without hesitation.
Han Muye's sword strike just now had already made him extremely admired.
If you can master such a sword by yourself, your combat power will be increased by at least 50%!
Han Muye's sword not only gave Zhang Mingyuan great confidence, but also other disciples were relieved at this time.
The combat power displayed by Han Muye has far exceeded their expectations.
Everyone moved forward at a fast speed, getting closer and closer to the headquarters of the Mitian Dao Sect.
"Everyone from Miyue Peak, the Mitian Dao Sect has issued a reward, and all the disciples of Miyue Peak have been captured. You'd better run for your lives."
On the mountains ahead, an old man with a white beard, with a look of emotion on his face, blocked Han Muye's path and spoke in a deep voice.
"Senior Zhu Yang, you said that everyone in Miyue Peak was captured?" Zhang Mingyuan recognized the old man blocking the way, widened his eyes, and exclaimed.
Senior Zhu Yang glanced at everyone and nodded.
"The two elders of Miyue Peak, Xu Tao and Zhao Yuke, have already been captured. The strong men of the Mitian Sword Sect have joined forces. You should run away quickly."
Two elders were captured!
The two elders on Miyue Peak are both at the pinnacle of Taoism, and they are Miyue Peak's last support.
With these two powerful men being captured, Miyue Peak no longer has the foundation to gain a foothold in the Mitian Sword Sect.
"They really want to cut off my Miyue Peak inheritance!" Zhang Mingyuan gritted his teeth, with anger in his eyes.
Not only him, but several other Miyue Peak disciples were also gritting their teeth at this time.
"Let's go, forget all this, and pretend that you have never been a disciple of Miyue Peak from now on."
Zhu Yang sighed softly and waved his hands.
He looked at Han Muye and his eyes fell on the long sword in Han Muye's hand.
Lu Yuejian.
This sword was taken out from the Sword Raising House. It is the sword of Guo Hua, the master of Miyue Peak. It is said that there is a great secret hidden in it.
"My little friend, if you give this sword to me——"
Zhu Yang whispered softly.
"What if I don't pay?" Han Muye interrupted his voice.
Zhu Yang's voice paused, he was silent for a moment, he laughed and shook his head.
"Guo Hua and I have a good relationship, but I can't bear to see his sword bones and sword covered in dust."
Zhu Yang's words were kind, but his fierce swordsmanship could not deceive anyone.
Zhang Mingyuan and others, who were still immersed in the Son of Sorrow, showed confusion on their faces.
Zhu Yang, who had kindly warned the Miyue Peak disciples, now actually wanted to attack them!
Zhang Mingyuan held the wooden box containing Guo Hua's sword bones and stared at Zhu Yang in front of him: "Senior Zhu Yang, you, you and my master have a life-long friendship..."
These words caused all the original kindness on Zhu Yang's face to disappear, and the look on his face turned into a fierce one.
The long black sword on his back was unsheathed, and he suddenly slashed out.
"Since we know it's a life-and-death friendship, why don't we leave Lu Yuejian behind!"
The sword light turned into three feet and swept across like thunder.
This is not the realm of seeking the Tao!
This sword clearly has the combat power of the Taoist realm, and it is already a stable existence in the Taoist realm.
Tao realm cultivation is one level at a time.
The seeker of the Tao is just outside the Great Dao. Although the movements of his hands and feet have the charm of the Tao, he cannot really drive them, and his combat power is still within a predictable range.
A strong person who has entered the Dao realm can already be in harmony with the will of the Dao, and can use the power of the Dao to fight with others.
The stronger the Taoist will, the stronger the fighting power.
Until you can break the Dao intention, step into the realm of breaking the Dao, and completely control the Dao.
At this time, Zhu Yang's sword was obviously blessed by Taoism. The cold power revealed on the sword's edge turned into an icy edge and tore through the three-foot space.
Such a sword can directly cut off the Miyue Peak disciples including Zhang Mingyuan.
This old friend of Peak Master Guo Hua has no intention of leaving a legacy to Miyue Peak!
"Buzz——"
There was a sound of swords clanging.
Standing in front of the sword's edge, Han Muye raised his hand and drew his sword.
The three-foot green edge vibrated, and the sword edge, with a clear stream of light, collided with the three-foot-long cutting edge.
This sword is not blessed by Taoism.
Han Muye has not yet condensed the Dao Fruit of the Pantian Plane, so naturally he cannot mobilize Dao Intent.
But this sword, which was not blessed by Taoism, came in front of the three-foot sharp edge and instantly cut off the bright and cold edge.
Lu Yuejian can actually break the sword of Taoism!
Zhu Yang was not surprised but overjoyed that his Daoist edge was cut off, with a wild smile on his face, the sword edge condensed again, and then he slashed at Han Muye's head.
This time, the sword edge was solid and only killed Han Muye.
The edge of the sword is fast and ruthless.
A faint light flashed and appeared a foot above Han Muye's head.
He is a strong man who has entered the Dao realm, and his own strength is already extremely powerful. With the blessing of Dao Fruit, his combat power is even more powerful.
Under the Dao realm, one sword can kill.
At this moment, Zhang Mingyuan and the Miyue Peak disciples behind him were unable to suppress the shock of energy and blood in their bodies, and their hands and feet were cold.
This is how the strength of a Taoist strongman is displayed in all directions.
A practitioner in the Beginner Realm does not even have a chance to raise his head in front of a strong person in the Tao Realm.
"boom--"
There was a loud noise.
In the eyes of the eight Miyue Peak disciples, Han Muye slashed out the long sword in his hand, knocking Zhu Yang's sword edge away with one blow.
The sword in Zhu Yang's hand couldn't be held at all, so it flew into the air, spun around and fell.
Han Muye took advantage of this opportunity and picked out his sword.
Zhu Yang was still a little stunned at this time, he couldn't believe that the sword in his hand would be knocked away by Han Muye.
When Han Muye's sword edge reached in front of him, he stretched out his hand somewhat slowly, and a bright cloud of light pressed down on his palm.
He has entered the Dao realm and can control his backhand with Dao intention.
The icy light in his palm was no worse than the power of his sword edge.
"Stab-"
The icy light collided with the sword's edge, and the sword's edge cut through the icy light like it was breaking open tofu.
The clear sword edge came out and pierced Zhu Yang's palm.
Blood splattered.
Zhu Yang screamed miserably, holding his palms and retreating.
He wanted to retreat at this time, but Han Muye would not give him a chance to escape unscathed.
When the blade of the sword in his hand was explored, his figure seemed to turn into a golden rainbow.
The flying rainbow flashes, and the sword penetrates ten feet.
Zhu Yang, who had just retreated three steps away, was shocked and froze in place.
Han Muye's figure appeared ten feet away.
"This is the sudden appearance of a flying rainbow in Mihong Sword Technique!"
Behind Zhang Mingyuan, Guo Hua's fifth disciple Wang Yun, who was holding the hilt of his sword, looked in disbelief and murmured in his mouth.
This is the swordsmanship he has been immersed in for ten years, but he never knew he had such combat power!
Mihong Sword Technique can cut into Taoist masters, how is this possible!
"Is this, breaking the path?" Zhu Yang, who was covering his chest, slowly turned his head and looked at Han Muye.
"This is the power of breaking the Tao?"
Han Muye sheathed his sword and said calmly: "Why do you have to use the power to break the path?"
"The Tao is something you can cultivate yourself. It has always been in your hands, so why break it?"
The road need not be broken!
Zhu Yang was trembling all over, with energy and blood surging all over his body. A green sword light rose above his head and slashed away.
"Broken Tao, broken Tao, I, Zhu Yang, have also entered Broken Tao in this life."
"Death is worth it..."
His voice was low, and he knelt on the ground, his breath cut off.
Entering the Tao but breaking the Tao, one will die in the morning and evening of enlightenment.
That's enough.
"Let's go." Han Muye moved forward with his sword in hand, a faint sword light gathering on his body.
"Send the master sword bone of Guo Huafeng to the Sword Raising House."
