935, three hundred years of illusion, twelve turns of the sword
Wang Zhenhai stood there with his lips trembling and his face pulling uncontrollably.
"Impossible, how could Master value me?"
"It was Master who expelled me from Yuming Sword Sect back then..."
His eyes fell on Han Muye, he pondered for a long time, and then nodded slightly.
"Master, rest assured that Wang Zhenhai will go all out to carry forward the inheritance of our Yuming Sword Sect."
As the words fell, the surrounding space began to change.
Han Muye stood where he was, looking at the rising fog ahead.
In the mist, figures were flying.
Each of these figures represents a cultivation inheritance.
Wang Zhenhai led the Yuming Sword Sect disciples to rush around and snatch all the various classics around them.
Sects from all sides dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
Han Muye walked forward slowly, wandering in this illusion.
Behind him, Xu Fengran chose to follow Wang Zhenhai, intercepting and killing him everywhere, and constantly improving his cultivation and combat power.
Xu Zhichu followed Liao Fan and practiced and deduced the Yuming sword technique.
Other Mitian Sword Sect disciples who entered the illusion also followed the people they thought were right and began to fully participate in the expansion of Yuming Sword Sect.
These disciples were so lost that they really thought of themselves as disciples of the Jade Ming Sword Sect in the illusion, and thought that their daily practice was real.
The cultivation achieved in this illusion is illusory, but the experience is still there.
Their killings, life and death, will become real, and they will die when they die.
If you can escape from the illusion alive, you will gain hundreds of years of practice experience.
For disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect, this kind of experience is a treasure that is hard to find.
Among those who have entered the illusion, Han Muye is walking in the illusion, with countless years passing through each step.
He has already seen through everything in the illusion, and will not waver in his mind at all.
However, he can clearly see all the scenes in the fantasy world and turn them into his own insights.
"Haha, Junior Brother Han, today I led people to destroy the Three Mysterious Sword Sect. This is their Three Mysterious Sword Technique. I will copy a copy for you."
Wang Zhenhai laughed loudly, and then threw a book over.
In the illusion for hundreds of years, Han Muye did not participate in Wang Zhenhai's plundering of all directions, but he did not reject Wang Zhenhai's sword inheritance.
Every time Wang Zhenhai came back, he would give him a copy of the kendo inheritance from other sects.
After Han Muye deduced it, he fed back to Wang Zhenhai the sword moves and sword techniques of the Yuming Sword Sect.
These sword techniques greatly improved Wang Zhenhai's swordsmanship, and his combat power also increased rapidly.
The more this happened, the closer he became to Han Muye.
"Don't worry, I will definitely understand this swordsmanship within ten days."
Han Muye took the book, raised his hand, and said loudly.
Wang Zhenhai laughed loudly and ran away.
The other disciples looked at Han Muye with reverence on their faces.
In their eyes, Han Muye is truly the most talented and enlightened person in the sect.
No one in the sect can compare with Han Muye in terms of understanding swordsmanship.
Han Muye held the book in his hand and flipped through it quickly as he walked.
By the time he reached the main hall on the top of the mountain ahead, he had fully understood the swordsmanship in the book.
"Buzz——"
A long sword flew down from the front.
Han Muye waved his hand, and a sword light came forward to greet him.
This sword light is bright, with three dazzling lights.
"Three Mysterious Sword Formation?"
"You understood it too quickly, didn't you?"
Liao Fan stared at him while holding the sword, and swept the sword in his hand, smashing the three dazzling lights into pieces.
Han Muye gave a long laugh, the sword light flashed, every step and strike, each sword was like an antelope hanging its horns, with a dazzling stream of light.
Liao Fan did not retreat at all from the sword in his hand, and the halo in the long sword shone to the extreme.
The disciples scattered around raised their heads, with horror on their faces.
"Senior Brother Liao Fan's cultivation is very advanced."
"Senior Brother Liao's swordsmanship has reached this level, he must have deduced the eighth sword of Yuming's swordsmanship."
"The Eighth Sword? The last time he said that the Seventh Sword was about to be completed was two years ago."
Everyone's eyes fell on the sword light, and their eyes flashed with light.
This type of sword fight is an excellent object of study for them.
"Senior Brother Han Muye is the real genius..."
I don't know who whispered it.
Everyone around them nodded lowly.
Indeed, among the entire Yuming Sword Sect, the only one who could compete with Liao Fan in the way of swordsmanship was Han Muye, except for Wang Zhenhai, who was searching for swordsmanship inheritance everywhere.
Furthermore, Han Muye neither derived the Yuming Sword Technique nor cultivated his evil spirit and fighting spirit through killing, but just practiced idlely in the sect.
Who wouldn't be envious of being able to compete with two top sect experts?
Everyone knows that spiritual practice is a path of suffering.
"when--"
The two swords clashed, and the sword light scattered and shattered.
Han Muye moved forward with his sword in hand, while Liao Fan shook his head solemnly.
"It seems that my derivation of the eighth sword is wrong. Otherwise, there will be no problem in overcoming the Three Mysterious Sword Formation."
"Junior Brother Han, come here, help me find out what's wrong with my swordsmanship."
Han Muye nodded with a smile and entered the hall side by side with Liao Fan.
…
ten years.
century.
Under the attack of the disciples led by Wang Zhenhai, the Yuming Sword Sect spread across three million miles.
Wang Zhenhai's cultivation has also stepped onto the universe, divided Yin and Yang, and is only one step away from entering the realm of life and death.
This level of cultivation is already invincible within a million miles.
Even Zhu Yunxu, the leader of Yuming Sword Sect, has only reached the realm of life and death.
However, Wang Zhenhai has a high level of cultivation and strong combat power, but he can't say that he can definitely defeat Liao Fan.
After extending Yuming's swordsmanship to twelve swords, Liao Fan's combat power has reached the realm of life and death.
He once went out to challenge several powerful people in the realm of life and death, and came back undefeated.
It is also these kind of achievements that make the legacy of Yuming Sword Sect even more resounding.
The battle reputation of challenging the realm of life and death is more powerful than Wang Zhenhai's attacks everywhere.
"when--"
"when--"
"when--"
Above the main hall of Yuming Sword Sect, the golden bell rang.
One after another figures came flying towards him.
Han Muye was wearing a green robe, his figure shimmering like a butterfly flying down.
On the other side, Wang Zhenhai, full of evil spirits, walked quickly to the square.
"Senior Brother Wang!"
"I've met my senior brother!"
"Meet Senior Brother Wang!"
There were endless cheers all around.
Wang Zhenhai's reputation among his disciples was gained through fighting.
This kind of reputation, in the eyes of many disciples, is more real than Liao Fan's reputation of fighting against powerful men in the realm of life and death.
Wang Zhenhai laughed loudly and walked to Han Muye's side: "Junior Brother Han, how is the swordsmanship deduction of the Five Mountains Sword Sect? I went to fight three times and failed to knock down their mountain gate. Please help me take a look.
Let’s see what’s special about their inheritance.”
Han Muye smiled and nodded.
Seeing him nodding, Wang Zhenhai looked happy.
As long as Han Muye is willing to take action, no kendo problem can stop them.
A moment later, the sect leader Zhu Yunxu appeared in front of the main hall.
Everyone stood there quietly.
"Where's Senior Brother Liao Fan?"
"Hey, Senior Brother Liao didn't come today."
There were low voices of discussion.
Han Muye turned his head and looked at the main hall not far away.
Over there, in the main hall where Liao Fan retreated, there were surging sword lights.
The Thirteen Swords of Yuming are about to be completed.
Wang Zhenhai turned his head, a trace of fighting spirit flashing across his face.
What he was waiting for was Liao Shisan's Thirteenth Sword.
