Han Muye clenched his fists and stood on the bow of the boat.
That is Master Mo Yuan.
Ancestor of Wanjian.
With the cultivation of Qi Condensation, you can control one sword intention, condense thousands of sword Qi, vibrate in a radius of ten miles, and the sword will reach the sky.
This sword is called Wan Jian Guizong.
This sword is very strong.
But he is definitely not the opponent of Mu Tieyang, the Supreme Elder of the Tailing Sword Sect and the powerful pill-forming master.
Han Muye knew why Mo Yuan used this sword.
To repay the kindness of Jiuxuan Sword Sect for two hundred years.
The last journey for the elder of Sword Guarding Pavilion.
In order to be able to return to the sect with ten thousand swords and ask for advice half a step into the heaven.
Also to let the world know that we, mortals, can fight against the heavenly realm with mortal swords!
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan." Han Muye whispered in a low voice as he watched the sky-supporting sword move forward.
"Wan Jian returns to the clan?" Bai Suzhen's eyes were shining brightly, she stood on tiptoes slightly and looked into the distance: "Is that the ancestor of Wan Jian?"
"What a great way to return to the sect with ten thousand swords!" Shopkeeper He felt a surge of spiritual energy in his body and stared at Mo Yuan who was walking forward with his hands behind his back: "This is how we should practice."
Bai Suzhen nodded.
Although the peak of the land is ahead of me, I will not give in and move forward with my sword straight.
This is the sword cultivator!
"boom--"
In front of the giant sword, a bronze sword light rose.
The light of the sword is simple, but it is so majestic that it is difficult to look directly at it.
That sword is scary.
The cold and icy sword light dyed the afterglow of the setting sun into ice blue.
The sword light clashed with the illusory giant sword, and the sound of sword clanging resounded throughout the world.
One breath.
Three breaths.
Ten breaths.
Ten breaths later, with a long sigh, the illusory giant sword suddenly shattered, and Mo Yuan's body turned upside down and fell down.
"We are weak after all." Shopkeeper He shook his head and spoke regretfully.
Weak.
That was the Half-Step Heaven Realm, the pinnacle of the Western Border. No matter how powerful the swordsmanship of Wanjian Patriarch was, he could not resist it.
Being able to hold ten breaths is already the limit.
The condensed sword light of Wan Jian Ancestor shattered, and the bronze sword light flew down after the Wan Jian Ancestor.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and was about to rush out when he suddenly paused.
Behind him, Zi Yan and Qing Ming trembled.
In his sleeve, the flying sword sounded softly.
Beside him, the sound of swords sounded on Bai Suzhen and Shopkeeper He.
It's not just them.
Ahead, the sound of swords chiming one after another sounded like the sound of heaven.
A hundred miles in radius, thousands of swords roared!
All the swords are like meeting their own king, shouting and bowing in worship!
The sword light condensed into a flying rainbow, crossing the sky and the earth.
"Friend Daoist Mo, this sword is not bad. If you practice it for hundreds of years, it can cut through the heavens."
An old voice sounded, and the sound drowned out all the sounds of swords.
Wearing a green robe, with white beard and hair, and a body as straight as a sword, the sword pavilion elder stepped onto the Sword Light Rainbow Bridge and hung in the sky a hundred feet tall.
He stretched out his hand and reached into the void.
Mo Yuan's giant sword that was shaken away slowly condensed into shape.
The sword was emitting an extremely bright sword light.
"Gao Changgong of the Jiuxuan Sword Gate Sword Pavilion, please send fellow Taoist Mu Tieyang of Tailing Sword to die."
The voice of the sword pavilion elder seemed to fall from the sky, and there was a roar within a hundred miles.
This is the power of the sword pavilion elder, the hundred-breath heaven realm!
With this hundred breaths, he can fight against the heavenly realm.
When he draws his sword, he can kill it under the heavenly realm!
Han Muye stood on the bow of the boat, anxiety flashed across his face, but he couldn't move an inch.
"Boy, watch carefully."
"This sword will last me a lifetime."
The voice of the Jiange elder sounded in Han Muye's ears, gentle, with a hint of relief, and extremely proud.
The divine soul sword in Han Muye's divine treasure was vibrating, and he couldn't get out no matter what.
He thought that by rushing to Luyuan Mountain, he would be able to stop the sword pavilion elder from using this sword.
He thought that the sword of the soul in his divine treasure could replace the sword of the sword pavilion elder.
But standing here, he realized that his divine sword was not even qualified to use the sword in front of the sword pavilion elders.
The sword of the soul that has been warmed for a period of time does not matter how solid the sword intention is.
The sword cultivated by this Jiazi cultivates vitality and spirit, and has the potential to kill with one sword!
"Okay, if I can take the sword from fellow Taoist Gao, I will have no regrets in life or death."
In front, an old man in black robes held an ancient bronze sword in his hand, facing the elder of the sword pavilion across the air.
The long sword in his hand was pointed at the sword pavilion elder, with the shadow of the sky-high mountains floating on his body.
Sword power!
Although it is illusory, it has become a half-step trend!
Half a step of sword movement, the peak of the realm.
Can such combat power withstand the Hundred Breath Heaven Realm?
At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the two people in the void in front of them.
Not only within a radius of a hundred miles, but also thousands of miles away, countless people's minds were drawn and landed on the battlefield at this time.
Today's sword will determine the future of Western Xinjiang for a hundred years, and determine the destiny of the two major sects for a hundred years!
Han Muye stared straight ahead.
At this moment, his mood slowly calmed down.
Just as Master Mo Yuan was about to draw his sword, the elder of Jiange had been waiting for countless years to draw out this sword!
Isn't it that the soul has raised the sword for a period of time just to be able to fight with a strong man like Mu Tieyang and win a share of luck for the general power of the sect?
Cultivation, sword repair, and immortality are all about killing, right?
If you can kill half a step into the heavenly realm, you will have no regrets!
The moment Han Muye figured it out, all the suppressive power on his body dissipated.
Ahead, the sword in the sword of the sword pavilion elder thrust out.
The sword shines brightly.
It shines brighter than the sunset, as if the sky is turned upside down.
The blade of the sword is so cold that it seems to freeze thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in an instant, causing the vegetation to wither.
quick.
This sword flashed faster than a meteor.
"when--"
The sound of swords clashing sounded.
The voice seemed to be in my ears, but also seemed to be thousands of miles away.
The light of the sword dimmed, and the setting sun disappeared into the sky without knowing when.
In the void, there was a mournful sound of swords.
The elder of Jiange stood in the void with his hands behind his back, motionless.
In front of him, Mu Tieyang, the Supreme Elder of the Tailing Sword Sect, was holding a broken sword and pressing one hand on his chest.
"I can't help but..."
Mu Tieyang fell, and several figures rushed out from below to catch him.
No one spoke, and disciples of the Tailing Sword Sect flew away one after another.
The sword energy around the sword pavilion elder began to dissipate, and his figure slowly fell.
Han Muye took a deep breath and said calmly: "If you and I are enemies in the future, I will let you go."
After saying that, he moved, as if the light of a sword flashed, and he rushed out of the flying boat.
On the flying boat, Bai Suzhen's eyes flashed and eventually turned into a chuckle.
"This guy is quite interesting."
Beside her, Shopkeeper He turned his head and looked at Han Muye, who was flying down, but did not speak.
"Let's go. If I, a member of the Shangyang Demon Sect, appears here, I will leave something to say." Bai Suzhen whispered, turned around and stepped into the cabin.
Shangyang Demon Sect, the second among the nine sects in Western Xinjiang, and the leader of the Demonic Way in Western Xinjiang.
Li Mubai, the leader of the Shangyang Demon Sect, is the number one master of Demon Dao in Western Xinjiang, Tianjing.
Shopkeeper He nodded, his aura wrapped around the flying boat, and murmured softly: "Actually, this guy is really good..."
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Han Muye flew down over the mountains, and there were warning flashes of sword light before he retreated again.
He was wearing the clothes from the inner gate of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, and there was no murderous intention in him.
After landing on the rocks, Han Muye flew forward and strode to the top of the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, the inner disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect are guarding each other with swords. In the middle is Mo Yuan who is sitting down, the elder of the sword pavilion who is standing on the blue stone looking into the distance, and the elder of the fire vein Su Yuan who is wearing a green robe.
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"Boy, how about my sword?"
The elder of Jiange turned his head and looked at Han Muye who was running towards him.
"The majesty of Heaven is so powerful that one sword can destroy the evil spirits and ghosts in the world." Han Muye said loudly.
The sword pavilion elder laughed loudly and pointed at Han Muye: "Are you here just to see me use this sword?"
Han Muye shook his head, walked forward, looked at Mo Yuan, then raised his head and said, "I'm here to take you back to the sword pavilion, elder."
"Go back to Jiange..." The expression on the Jiange elder's face changed, he turned around and looked at the place where the last afterglow disappeared.