Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 953, Yang Yunfeng, Centurion of the Zhentian Guard, thanked fellow Taoist for his help.
953, Yang Yunfeng, Centurion of the Zhentian Guard, thanked fellow Taoist for his help.
Han Muye's body and body called for position, and came to the disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect.
Zhang Mingyuan and others saw surprise on their faces when they saw Han Muye.
"metropolitan!"
"Master!"
The auras on Xu Fengran and others suddenly rose.
The suppressed energy and blood in the surrounding disciples also surged to boiling point.
After being taken away from Han Muye, practitioners from all walks of life quietly left the Mitian Sword Sect's camp.
In addition, people from the Yuntian Dao Sect came to recruit and moved out Young Master Yang and his backers, causing many people to leave.
By the time the army was ready for training, there were less than 5,000 people left in the entire 9528 camp.
In this atmosphere, many people's spirits were suppressed.
If the disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect hadn't known about the cultivation of the strong men in their sect and their own strength, they might have been disturbed.
"Sect Master Han." An old man wearing a green robe held his hand.
Liao Qingfeng of Wuzheng Sword Gate.
One of the thirty-six sword sects, they are still under the same rule as Yuntian Dao Sect.
Their Five Righteous Sword Sect was suppressed by Yuntian Dao Sect and had to seek an alliance.
And everyone knew that Liao Qingfeng had offended He Chengyang, and no one was willing to accept the Wuzheng Sword Sect.
Finally, after the Wuzheng Sword Sect was mostly divided, the three hundred disciples of the sect came to Camp 9528 with Liao Qingfeng.
"Sect Master Liao Qingfeng's swordsmanship is pretty good." Han Muye turned to look at you and said softly: "But your foundation is not stable, and your way of deriving swordsmanship is not very correct."
Han Muye's words stunned Liao Qingfeng.
The sword cultivators behind Liao Qingfeng also widened their eyes, and their expressions turned into anger.
The Wuzheng Sword Sect and the Mitian Sword Sect have a cooperative relationship, and Liao Qingfeng is a strong man in the Shiyuan Realm.
The other members of the Mitian Sword Sect are still giving face to the people of their Wuzheng Sword Sect, and they are considered polite these days.
But the words Han Muye arrived made it impossible for Liao Qingfeng to come to Taiwan.
"Hmph, the inheritance of my Five True Sword Sect is one of the thirty-six sword sects."
"Even so, the Mitian Sword Sect is just one of the inheritances of the past. Why should you criticize my Five Righteous Sword Sect inheritance?"
Several sword cultivators with auras of broken Tao realm whispered.
Zhang Mingyuan and others turned their heads, their auras trembling. Although they did not reveal their own cultivation level, the pressure frightened Liao Qingfeng.
"Haha, Sect Leader Han is a major master of swordsmanship, Liao must ask for more advice." Liao Qingfeng chuckled and raised his hands, looking forward.
"Sect Leader Han, that's from Camp 9345. He is a peak Shiyuan leader who leads three Dao-Destroying Realms, as well as dozens of Dao-Breaking powerhouses, and has assembled an army of more than 10,000 people."
A camp with more than 10,000 people is not considered a large camp, but the number of people in the camp is already twice that of the Mitian Sword Sect and others.
Although the battle to conquer the sky does not care about the number of people, there is strength in numbers. The more people the army has, the more powerful it will be.
There are large camps with thirty to fifty thousand people, or even one hundred thousand people, including masters of the Qiankun realm.
As for many camps with only two to three thousand, or even one or two thousand people, how can there be really strong people in charge?
"Ten breaths have come, are you really unwilling to surrender?"
The distant shouts sounded again.
Surrender.
After the camp is formed in the Battle of Conquering Heaven, no more soldiers can be added, nor can identities be changed.
But you can surrender and become a vassal of other camps, and then attribute all the battle achievements to the other camp in exchange for a chance to survive.
The stronger, the stronger, this is the rule of the Pantian plane.
The other party didn't take the Mitian Sword Sect seriously, they just wanted the Mitian Sword Sect to surrender.
"Destroy them." Han Muye's voice was cold.
destroy.
There are allies in the battle to conquer the sky, and there are also many powerful enemies.
When you step out of the Pantian plane, you can become allies, or you can fight against each other. There are no rules.
The strong is king, this may be the rule.
"I go."
Xu Zhichu, who was standing in front, took a step forward, and his aura directly transformed into the peak of the Shiyuan Realm.
Half a step to the end!
The height directly reduced to 800 feet, a giant figure, punched down, and the mountains and rivers in front collapsed.
"Half step to the world!"
"How can it be!"
Ahead, there was a cry of surprise as a 500-foot-long body appeared, followed by a punch.
The shadow of the fist was destroyed by Xu Zhichu's blow.
"Fellow Taoist, spare your life——"
Cries for mercy came from the front.
It's a pity that Xu Zhichu had already hit him hard with a punch just as the voice started to sound.
"Bang——"
The broken mountains and rivers are connected with the golden-red Pantian stones scattered below.
Countless shattered Pantian stones represent that this punch killed at least hundreds of practitioners.
Behind, there was silence.
The disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect were silent because they had known about Xu Zhichu's cultivation level for a long time.
The practitioners who followed were silent because they never knew that there was such a strong person in the Mitian Sword Sect.
The people of Wuzheng Sword Sect were silent. It was only now that they realized that the strength of Mitian Sword Sect was so powerful.
"boom--"
Mountains and rivers collapse.
Han Muye took one step forward, transformed into a thousand feet, and then waved his hand to bring hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers into his world.
"There is an army from the giant source plane lurking thirty thousand miles away. I will intercept and kill them, and you will come later."
Han Muye's voice sounded, and he was a hundred miles away with one step.
Behind him, everyone looked at this scene blankly.
"Yin Yang Realm!"
"yin and yang……"
"How can it be……"
Each practitioner opened his eyes wide and murmured.
The disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect knew that their sect leader was powerful, but they did not know that he was so powerful.
First Yuan, Qian Kun, Yin and Yang.
A person in the Yin and Yang realm is a top strong person everywhere.
On the other side, those practitioners in Camp 9528 had uncontrollable joy on their faces.
It turned out that the Mitian Sword Sect that my family relied on was actually so powerful.
"No wonder, no wonder..." Liao Qingfeng's mouth twitched and he spoke softly.
Behind him, the practitioners of the Five Righteous Sword Sect all had stiff faces.
No wonder the leader of the Mitian Sword Sect said he wanted to give Liao Qingfeng some guidance.
A person in the Yin and Yang realm is indeed qualified to guide Liao Qingfeng.
No, it’s because Liao Qingfeng is not qualified to be mentored by a person in the Yin and Yang realm.
"boom--"
In the distance, a roaring sound resounded, and the heaven and earth were filled with golden light.
Thirty thousand miles away, a war has begun over there.
"Quick, help the sect leader!" Zhang Mingyuan shouted and flew forward.
The others quickly followed with joy and excitement.
At this time, Han Muye had already swept across with a long sword in his hand, killing dozens of Juyuan clan members in the Shiyuan Realm or Qiankun Realm with each sword.
On the other side, a group of practitioners from the Pantian plane wearing black armor relied on each other and attacked with all their strength.
Their formation was neat, they cooperated with each other, and their fighting power was impressive.
If they weren't surrounded by dozens of times more enemies, they wouldn't be afraid at all.
"retreat--"
The Juyuan clan shouted loudly from behind, and thousands of troops retreated in defeat.
Watching these armies leave, the leader of the black-armored soldiers slowly turned his head and looked at Han Muye.
"Centurion Yang Yunfeng of the Suppressing Heaven Guard would like to thank you fellow Taoist for your help."
Han Muye nodded, his body transformed into nine feet, and then he spoke: "Death Camp, Han Muye."
After saying that, his figure moved and disappeared.
"Death camp?"
"Do you want to directly enter the Heaven-Suppressing Guard?" Yang Yunfeng whispered as he watched Han Muye leave.