Following Han Muye, Zhang Mingyuan and other eight Miyue Peak disciples, they walked forward quickly with firm eyes.
The swordsmanship skills displayed by Han Muye allowed them to see that Miyue Peak's swordsmanship inheritance could be so powerful.
They finally understood that it was not that their family's inheritance was not strong enough, but that they did not have enough understanding of swordsmanship.
Zhang Mingyuan held the wooden box containing Guo Hua's sword bone with both hands, with a complicated expression on his face.
My master has spent his whole life studying Miyuefeng's swordsmanship, and his pursuit is to make Miyuefeng's swordsmanship flourish.
However, compared with the swordsmanship displayed by Han Muye, his master's swordsmanship lacked a lot of spirituality.
Can this Junior Brother Zhangfeng, whose master sacrificed his life in exchange for his life, allow Miyue Peak's legacy to truly shine?
"Master, don't worry, we will definitely live up to your wishes..."
Zhang Mingyuan whispered in his mouth, and a solemn sword light appeared on his body.
The will of the sword.
At this moment, the cultivation he had originally suppressed continued to surge, and finally he could no longer suppress it, showing signs of the Tao-seeking realm.
His perception of the way of the sword finally matched his own cultivation, and he also had the meaning of the Great Dao.
This is what Guo Hua has always told him. Only when one's own swordsmanship and cultivation level match can one's strength be stable.
"Woo——"
In the distance, streaks of light came with the sound of wind and thunder.
Every sword light is the arrival of a strong man from the Mitian Sword Sect.
The cold murderous intent revealed in the sword light filled the air with a heart-stopping chill.
The meaning of killing with the sword penetrates the heart.
"Mitian Sword Sect is a swordsmanship sect after all. If you really make up your mind, you won't hesitate to kill fellow sects." Someone whispered on a mountain.
"Sword cultivators are good at killing at heart," said a tall man on the other side, covered in golden light, with a bit of a sneer on his face, "I don't have much ability, but I go everywhere with a broken sword to cause trouble."
The big man's words made everyone around him smile.
The place they were in was not far from the sword light in front of them, but no one sensed their presence.
The faint golden light lingering on these people's bodies clearly indicates that they have profound cultivation.
"As long as these people from the Mitian Sword Sect are eaten, Hall Master Yu will directly take over the Mitian Sword Sect and then go straight to the Sword Raising House."
An old man standing in front of everyone spoke up, causing everyone to look solemn, and there was a faint murderous intent on his body.
"It is said that there is a treasure in the Sword-raising Cottage that the sect master has requested to get, but I don't know-" The speaker paused and did not continue.
All of their eyes were focused on where the sword light fell.
"The disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect are ordered to kill the Miyue Peak rebels——"
The first three sword rays struck Han Muye without stopping.
The three sword lights were intertwined with each other, and the sword blades were as thick as falling mountains.
The sword moves are not grand, but the victory lies in the strength and sheer force. The three swords combine to form a formation of their own.
"Protect Junior Brother Zhangfeng." Zhang Mingyuan, standing behind Han Muye, shouted in a low voice.
Yu Shaogang, Wang Yun and others raised their swords and flew to block these three Mitian Peak elites.
With five against three, sword lights collided and auras exploded.
Miyue Peak's swordsmanship inheritance is indeed not bad, and the methods demonstrated by Guo Hua's disciples are no weaker than those of Mitian Peak's elites.
The two sides were entangled, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.
"Stubborn." An old voice sounded, and dozens of sword lights flew down, surrounding Han Muye and the others.
The solemn-looking deacons and elders of the Mitian Sword Sect all held swords in their hands and stared at the people of Miyue Peak.
"when--"
Several sounds of swords clashing were heard, and Yu Shaogang and others stepped back, stood beside Han Muye, and protected the wooden box held by Zhang Mingyuan.
Their expressions were extremely solemn at this time.
These are the strongest elders and deacons of the Mitian Sword Sect in front of me, and each of them is a big shot that he has rarely seen before.
If these people are respectfully welcoming Master Sword Bones back, then everyone will be grateful.
However, these people came to intercept and kill Miyue Peak disciples like myself.
How can this not be chilling?
"Zhang Mingyuan, let's capture him without mercy." In front, an old man in black robe shouted coldly.
Zhang Mingyuan raised his head, with a trace of sadness and anger on his face.
"Elder Yao Hecheng of Mi Xing Peak, you and my master are close friends of life and death. Now——"
He didn't say any more.
The old man who spoke from the opposite side had a red face and shook his head silently.
"Hmph, trying to split up is the trend of the Mitian Sword Sect, and your Miyue Peak is destined to have its inheritance cut off." The white-bearded old man who had spoken before slowly stepped forward, and several figures behind him were escorted out.
Two pale old men and several disciples who were seriously injured.
"Two elders Du Chenmei and Yuchang!"
"Junior Brother Xu Qiao!"
Zhang Mingyuan and others all shouted in low voices.
The few people who were escorted out were the elders and remaining disciples on Miyue Peak.
At this time, these people were in extremely miserable condition, and they were obviously captured after a hard fight.
Hearing Zhang Mingyuan's call, the two elders and several Miyue Peak disciples had expressions of grief on their faces.
"Zhang Mingyuan, if you hadn't betrayed the Mitian Sword Sect, Du Chen and the others wouldn't have become prisoners." The old man in the lead had a dignified aura and walked forward step by step.
In front of him, the space was shaking like a tide.
The power of seeking the Tao cannot control the great avenues of heaven and earth. When entering the Tao, the power of the Tao is in hand. Only by breaking the Tao can one overcome the great Tao.
The aura of the old man at this time was obviously on the high road.
The power of breaking the path.
This old man has already reached the realm of breaking the Tao.
"The law enforcement elder of the Mitian Sword Sect, Wang Chenlong." Zhang Mingyuan's voice was dry, and his face showed despair.
"It's an honor for us to have an elder from the Dao-breaking realm come here for little people like us."
The state of breaking the path.
Within a radius of 10,000 miles, those in the Broken Dao Realm are already the top experts.
Neither Zhang Mingyuan nor the others behind him are qualified to stand in front of a powerful person in the Dao-breaking realm.
It is indeed an honor.
"Buzz——"
There was a loud sound.
Everyone stared straight ahead. Wang Chenlong, the law enforcement elder of the Mitian Sword Sect, was shaken and froze in place.
In front of him, Han Muye stood with a sword. There was no aura outside his body, but he smashed the aura outside Wang Chenlong's body.
"What's happening here?"
"How can anyone stop Elder Wang Chenlong?"
"who is he?"
A series of exclamations sounded, and everyone around them stared at Wang Chenlong and Han Muye in front of them.
No one thought that any of the Miyue Peak disciples could stop Elder Wang Chenlong.
"No wonder, no wonder." Wang Chenlong looked at Han Muye, with Ling Ran's murderous intent in his eyes.
"It turns out that Miyue Peak dared to betray the sect because of you."
His palm was pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the momentum on his body was condensed.
"You are Han Muye, Guo Hua's new disciple, who will take over the leadership of Miyue Peak."
As soon as the voice fell, Wang Chenlong stepped forward and struck down with the long sword in his hand.
"If you dare to go against the power of my Heavenly Sword Sect, you will die today!"
The bright ten-foot-long sword light struck Han Muye head-on, and the wind and clouds stirred up, and everything within a hundred feet radius was shaken by wind and rain.