Send Guo Hua's sword bones to the sword-raising house.
This is what Xia Mingtang, the leader of the Mitian Sword Sect, promised back then.
But agreeing to this matter does not mean that Xia Mingtang will really welcome Guo Hua Jian Gu into the sword raising house.
Guo Hua was originally convicted of treason, how could he really allow his sword bones to be kept in the sword-raising house?
Around Mitian Peak, figures stood in the darkness.
The dispersed peak masters and elders did not move away, they all stood around, waiting to watch the battle between Miyue Peak and Mitian Peak.
"If Guo Hua can enter the Sword Raising Cottage with sword bones, it shows that the power of Mitian Peak has declined. Miyue Peak will be the true master of Mitian Sword Sect in the future." Yao Hecheng, the elder of Mixing Peak, looked at the old man beside him and whispered.
Open your mouth.
The person next to him is Yang Yuantian, the master of Mi Xing Peak and a half-step annihilator.
Hearing Yao Hecheng's words, Yang Yuantian nodded, with stars flashing in his eyes: "No matter who takes charge of the Mitian Sword Sect, as long as the sect can be immortalized."
This may be the thinking of other parties in the Mitian Sword Sect.
Many people cast their gazes into the distance, watching the plumes of smoke rushing towards them.
"Woo——"
A long horn sounded.
Zhang Mingyuan was walking in front holding the wooden box containing Guo Hua's sword bones, and beside him were the others from Miyue Peak.
Behind everyone, the conquered practitioners from all walks of life came in formation.
They were also wearing Mi Yue Peak's disciple robes and followed Su Juesheng.
Five thousand practitioners stopped outside the gate of Mitian Peak.
The mountain-protecting formation of the Mitian Sword Sect has not been activated.
One by one, Mitian Peak disciples stood outside the mountain gate, nervously watching the arrival of the powerful group.
"The sect master has arrived——"
A voice came from the mountain road.
Xia Mingtang, wearing a light blue uniform, walked quickly.
Xia Mingtang hung the sword on his waist, and the aura on his body was condensed. With one step and one step, the original power of the entire Mitian Peak surged.
"Han Muye, come."
Xia Mingtang gave a long drink.
Han Muye, who was standing beside Zhang Mingyuan, moved and took a step forward.
Xia Mingtang raised the sword in his hand, and the sword vibrated.
"Take my sword and let me see if you are qualified to lead the Mitian Sword Sect."
Xia Mingtang's voice shook the mountains and fields, causing the heaven and earth within a hundred miles to tremble, and the clouds and waves surged like tidal waves.
Take a sword.
Do you have the qualifications to lead the Mitian Sword Sect?
This sentence made countless people widen their eyes.
Is it possible that the Sect Master Xia Mingtang, who has been in charge of the Mitian Sword Sect for hundreds of years, will give up his position as the Sect Master of the Mitian Sword Sect?
"Perhaps, this is the most difficult and wisest choice..."
In the distant mountains, someone whispered softly.
The strength of Han Muye, the Palm Peak of Miyue Peak, is beyond imagination. Miyue Peak is coming with great momentum and it is difficult to resist.
If you want to preserve the inheritance of Mitian Sword Sect, you can only give up the position of head of Mitian Sword Sect.
But Xia Mingtang still has one last chance, which is to defeat Han Muye with one sword.
If Han Muye cannot catch Xia Mingtang's sword, all the strong men from various peaks scattered around will gather and drive Han Muye and Miyue Peak away.
It is not a lie to say that Xia Mingtang was the last resort.
"Buzz——"
The long sword in Xia Mingtang's hand was vibrating, and the endless sword light turned into a bright ray of sunlight.
The inheritance of the Mitian Sword Sect emphasizes the evolution of the way of heaven and earth. At this time, Xia Mingtang's sword showed the demeanor of a strong swordsman.
Only Xia Mingtang in the entire Mitian Sword Sect can execute such a sword.
In the distance, Su Juesheng narrowed his eyes and tightened his hands.
Xia Mingtang's current sword is much stronger than when he fought with him before.
If Xia Mingtang had struck out with this sword, he would have been unable to stop it.
But now, it's hard to say.
What does such a sword mean in front of Han Zhangfeng?
"Thank you for your help. Master Xia Mingtang has a good trick." Han Muye's voice was calm.
Han Muye's voice fell, and the light of the sword in his hand rose.
The sword light turned into a mysterious moon.
The moonlight was shining, and everything around was cold.
The sword in Xia Mingtang's hand was illuminated by the moonlight and immediately disintegrated.
Xia Mingtang trembled all over, stepped back, and his mouth was bleeding.
"Okay, okay, convert the virtual to the real, turn the moon into the moon, Han Muye, you have surpassed me in the way of swordsmanship."
Xia Mingtang's voice was filled with reluctance and a bit of relief.
He sheathed the long sword, a gold seal and a black token appeared in his hand.
"I, Xia Mingtang, have lost the Wind Spirit Sword, and I am no longer qualified to be the leader of the Mitian Sword Sect."
"The sect leader's order is given to you, and the recruitment order of Yuntian Dao Sect is also given to you."
"I hope you can make our Mitian Sword Sect flourish."
After Xia Mingtang finished speaking, he threw the gold seal and token to Han Muye, then turned around and left.
"I went into seclusion in the Sword Prison to guard the sect. I will never escape unless the sect is in great danger in this life."
Unless the sect is in great danger, it will not escape.
These words moved many people.
"What a plan." Yao Hecheng stared at Xia Mingtang and spoke in a low voice.
"This battle to conquer the sky is already difficult for the Mitian Sword Sect to support. If the Mitian Sword Sect loses too much after the war, wouldn't it be a time of disaster?"
"At that time, shouldn't we ask him to come out of the Sword Prison to take charge of the overall situation?"
This was clearly an attempt to make progress by retreating, leaving all the burdens to Han Muye.
If Han Muye doesn't accept it, he won't be qualified to take charge of the sect.
If he accepts it, Han Muye will cause the current mess in the Sword Sect.
Everyone looked at Han Muye with a somewhat complicated look.
Han Muye held the gold seal and the token in his hand and said calmly: "As the acting sect leader, I send Master Guo Huafeng's sword bones to the Sword Raising House."
"All the peak masters and elders are here to see him off."
On behalf of the peak master.
This was Han Muye's first order after receiving the sect master's golden seal.
The strong men from various peaks scattered around looked at each other, and they all came running and stood at the entrance of the mountain.
No one dares to disobey orders at this time.
The team delivering the sword bones was huge, heading towards the sword-raising hut on the mountain peak.
Zhang Mingyuan hugged the wooden box tightly with both hands, with an excited expression on his face.
The other Miyue Peak disciples all had excitement in their eyes.
Today is the most glorious moment in everyone's life at Miyue Peak.
"Send the sword bones to the sword house——"
A voice sounded outside a green thatched cottage.
Zhang Mingyuan walked in holding the wooden box of sword bones, and Han Muye also walked into the Sword Raising House.
Here, he transformed into a sword and stayed there for many years.
The sword bones entered the Sword Raising House, and Han Muye stood in front of the enshrined swords.
"Zhangfeng, no, sect master," Du Chen, the elder of Miyue Peak, said in a low voice with a bit of melancholy on his face: "Today's Mitian Sword Sect does not have enough strength at all. If we participate in the battle to conquer the sky, I don't know how many more there are.
People can come back alive."
Having said this, he paused and whispered: "Also, in addition to the three thousand disciples recruited by Yuntian Daomen, there are also fifty thousand Pantian stones. How can we get these?"
Not to mention the 50,000 Pantian Stones, there are not even the 3,000 Pantian Stones on Miyue Peak.
At this time, Han Muye is in charge of the entire Mitian Sword Sect. Where can he find the 50,000 Pantian Stones?
You know, now that all parties are not allowed to fight, even if they try to grab the Pantian Stone, they won't be able to get it.
"Fifty thousand Pantian stones?" Han Muye shook his head and pointed to the sword hut in front of him where the long sword was enshrined.