The big bloody net fell, and except for a few elders whose swords were shining brightly and whose cultivation levels were shaking at the Dao-breaking realm, all the disciples who had entered the Dao and sought the Dao were suppressed.
Wang Chenlong, who had an injured palm, was surrounded by at least five light nets, bending his back.
At this time, let alone self-destruction, he couldn't even move.
Mi Xing Peak elder Yao Hecheng cut off the light net in front of him with the long sword in his hand, rushed five feet away from Wang Chenlong, and was stopped by two figures.
"Sun Lin Sun Hai."
Yao Hecheng's face was solemn, and he stabbed out the sword in his hand.
Those who blocked him were the two twin masters of Tianmingmen and the sect's deacons.
The two are good at combined attack techniques, and their combat power can overwhelm the Tao realm.
Yao Hecheng's strength is good enough to deal with one of the two brothers, but he has absolutely no power to fight back against two of them.
It’s just that it’s no longer the time to consider victory or defeat, what’s at stake now is life and death!
Yao Hecheng shouted low, thrust out the long sword in his hand, and the edge of the sword triggered an illusory water dragon, and his body merged into it, rushing towards the figure blocking the road.
"Seeking death." One of the two figures standing in front of him shouted and punched out.
Another person took a step forward, lowered his body and struck out with a palm.
The fist shadow collided with the water dragon, and the water dragon wrapped around the fist shadow. The body collapsed and the fist shadow dissipated.
Yao Hecheng, who had just revealed his figure, only had time to hold the sword in front of him when he was slapped on the ridge of the sword in front of his chest.
"Click——"
The long sword shattered and his sternum was dented. Yao Hecheng flew ten feet away, fell into the gravel and dust, and passed out.
The tragic situation in Yao Hecheng made several other elders immediately give up their thoughts on rescuing Wang Chenlong.
There's no way you can get through it.
"Buzz——"
Three more rays of blood enveloped Wang Chenlong.
Wang Chenlong, who was already at the end of his strength, could no longer resist. His legs gave out and he fell to his knees.
With his hands behind his back, Wu Tangyue, the deputy sect leader of Tianming Sect, slowly moved forward, and the energy and blood in his body condensed into a roaring lion.
"Submit and give you a chance to live."
"If not, I will take your sword bones back to Tianmingmen and forge them into pillars."
Wu Tangyue lowered his head slightly and stared at Wang Chenlong in front of him.
Wang Chenlong was trembling all over and knelt on the ground without speaking.
The old man beside Wu Tangyue snorted coldly, stepped forward, raised his hand and struck down.
"Buzz——"
There was a resounding sound, and a sword light flew towards him, blocking the old man's palm.
Everyone looked up and were slightly startled.
The sword light flew back to Han Muye's hand.
At some point, Han Muye had arrived outside the battle circle.
Wu Tangyue narrowed his eyes, with a hint of coldness in them.
"They want to kill you, but you still want to save him?"
He looked at Han Muye, clenched the palms on his back, and a golden light flashed on the edge of his fists.
Han Muye looked at Wang Chenlong who was kneeling on the ground and said loudly: "First, we at Miyue Peak have not colluded with anyone from outside the sect."
There is no collusion.
His words caused confusion to appear on the faces of the people in the Mitian Sword Sect who were surrounded by the snare.
Does it make sense to still say this at this time?
Wang Chenlong managed to raise his head and looked at Han Muye, with a trace of struggle in his eyes.
Han Muye raised his sword and pointed it at Wu Tangyue in front of him.
"You took advantage of them being defeated by Mi Yue Peak and poured dirty water on Mi Yue Peak. I, Mi Yue Peak, will not bear this responsibility."
Just for this?
Indeed, without Han Muye taking action to defeat Wang Chenlong, these powerful men from the Mitian Sword Sect would not have fled in panic and been ambushed.
More specifically, the reason is that without the Mi Yue Peak incident, the Mi Tian Sword Sect would not have gathered so many strong men here, and the Tianming Sect would have been wiped out in one fell swoop.
"They are your enemies, and they are also our enemies. Boy, in fact, we are the ones who are on the same journey -" Wu Tangyue's voice just started, but was directly interrupted by the shock of the long sword in Han Muye's hand.
"You are the Tianming Sect, and we are the Mitian Sword Sect," Han Muye looked calm and pointed his sword at Wu Tangyue, "Who is in the same group as whom?"
His words made Wu Tangyue's face darken.
The elders, deacons and elite disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect who were trapped in the net all had complicated expressions.
They came here to capture and kill Miyue Peak disciples.
At this time, Miyue Peak disciples wanted to save them.
"Boy, if you want to stand out, you have to think about yourself." Beside Wu Tangyue, the voice of Zhao Chengliang, the elder of the Tianmingmen Foreign Affairs Hall, sounded.
He raised a sword in his hand, and his body was filled with murderous intent.
"Your strength is not bad, but it is all the power of that sword."
"You yourself haven't even entered the Dao realm, and you haven't even condensed the Dao fruit, right?"
He is a strong man in the Dao Breaking Realm. Just watching the battle, he has already seen Han Muye's reality.
In his eyes, there was no trace of Taoism in Han Muye.
When Han Muye struck, he relied on the power of his sword.
What he said is correct.
Because whether it is the sword in his hands or his own body, they are Han Muye's true body.
When he took action, when the opponent's strength could not crush his sword body, his physical strength had not yet been revealed.
In Zhao Chengliang's eyes, this became the power of borrowing swords.
Zhao Chengliang's words made the surrounding Tianmingmen strong men's eyes light up.
A sword that can withstand the Taoist realm in the hands of the First Knowledge Realm. How powerful a treasure is this?
If this sword was in his hand, wouldn't he directly challenge the powerful Tao-destroyer?
Han Muye stood where he was, nodded, and thrust his long sword into the ground.
"You are right, I have not yet condensed my own Tao Fruit."
"Then I will condense the Dao Fruit first, and then I will fight."
As the words fell, the surging energy and blood in his body rose.
On top of his head, an illusory golden fruit condensed.
Qi and blood condense into Tao fruit.
This Dao Fruit condensed, making everyone around him slightly stunned.
Han Muye is from Miyue Peak and a sword cultivator. How can he condense Qi and Blood Dao Fruit?
Shouldn’t the Qi and Blood Dao Fruit be the aggregation of body-refining practitioners?
Just the next moment, everyone's stunned expressions turned into astonishment.
The Qi and Blood Dao Fruit above Han Muye's head had just taken shape, but it had already exploded, and then a Dao Fruit with sword light appeared.
"Kendo Dao Fruit?"
"No, it's sword and body cultivation!"
"Wrong, this kind of Tao Fruit is a different kind of Tao Fruit, and its power can change with the practitioner's own practice transformation!"
Several low voices sounded.
At this time, are you still thinking about discussing Han Muye’s Dao Fruit?
There was fierceness in Wu Tangyue's eyes. The two white-bearded old men standing beside him walked forward quickly. One of them rushed towards Han Muye's long sword stuck on the ground, and the other punched Han Muye.
The long sword is the backbone of Han Muye's strength. As long as the long sword is taken away, Han Muye's strength will be greatly reduced.
Han Muye, who had just condensed the Dao Fruit, could not be the opponent of a strong Daoist. He could not dodge or block the palm of the white-bearded old man.
These are the feelings of everyone at this time.
The suppressed Mitian Sword Sect disciples all had complicated expressions.
Han Muye showed great potential, but he didn't have enough time to grow.
This kind of person shouldn't have died at this time.
"Are we wrong..."
A deacon elder of the Mitian Sword Sect whispered and slowly closed his eyes.
He couldn't bear to see Han Muye being struck to death by a palm.
