Luyuan Mountain, where Jiuxuan Sword Gate is stationed.
The disciples scattered everywhere were talking happily.
In today's battle, the power of the Heavenly Sword from the sword pavilion elder made people feel excited.
What is even more exciting is that in today's battle, the decline of the Tailing Sword Sect is a foregone conclusion.
Maybe the last position of the four major sword sects in Western Xinjiang will be taken by another force.
And with the victory of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect today, it will once again shock the Western Border and establish a century-old trend.
Who wouldn't like being in such a large group that is about to rise strongly?
There are several green tents on the top of the protected mountain.
In one of them, Han Muye and Mo Yuan sat opposite each other.
At this time, Mo Yuan's face was a little pale, but his eyes were bright.
"Boy Han, do you know that when Elder Gao struck out with his sword today, I was hundreds of feet away and I saw it clearly."
Mo Yuan waved his palm lightly, with an excited look on his face.
"I understand what my Wanjian Guizong is missing."
He clenched his fist and waved it fiercely: "What is missing is the real Ten Thousand Swords!"
"Two hundred years have passed, but I have still wasted it."
"The swordsmanship spread among the outer sects has little effect on condensing the sword's will."
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Mo Yuan seemed a little crazy at this time, repeatedly recounting his insights and his deductions about Wan Jian's return to the clan.
"Elder Gao is right. He who has been cultivating for hundreds of years can even kill people in the heavenly realm."
He clenched his fists and whispered, as if he was speaking to Han Muye, but also to himself.
Hundreds of years of cultivation.
But with that sword strike today, Mo Yuan's lifespan will be less than a hundred years, right?
The sword intent sent by Han Muye was the foundation for Mo Yuan to break through in the first place.
If this sword power is exhausted today, Mo Yuan's lifespan will be reduced by at least 70%.
Mo Yuan looked up, saw Han Muye's eyes, and grinned.
"Boy, I know what you are thinking."
"As a sword cultivator, I take life and death lightly."
"I've thought about it, I'm going to the East China Sea."
"Leave tomorrow."
In the East China Sea, among the five territories of Tianxuan World, the place where swordsmanship is most prosperous, it is said that there are Tianjing sword cultivators who can cut mountains and seas with one sword.
"Master, the East China Sea is too far away. Now that your sword power is depleted, you might as well train for a while." Han Muye said in a low voice.
The East China Sea is millions of miles away.
Hearing Han Muye's words, Mo Yuan laughed, waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Even if you die on the road, there will be no regrets."
He looked at Han Muye with bright eyes: "With my merits, the Mo family has no worries."
"With your inheritance, Wanjian Guizong will be able to carry forward the legacy."
"If you don't leave now, when will you wait?"
Han Muye nodded and did not try to persuade him again.
Mo Yuan was able to practice swordsmanship for two hundred years, but no outsider could persuade him of such a character.
He reached out and placed a small jade bottle on the table.
This was the life-extending pill that Mo Yuan gave him back then.
It can extend your life by one year.
After pondering for a moment, Han Muye took out a small sword from his sleeve and placed it on the table.
The spiritual weapon, the Moon Sword.
"Master, come back a hundred years later."
Han Muye spoke in a low voice, stood up, bowed to Mo Yuan, then turned and walked out of the tent.
Mo Yuan watched him leave. After a long time, he lowered his head and looked at the small sword and longevity pill placed on the table in front of him.
His expression changed, and Mo Yuan reached out to pick up the elixir and the small sword.
"You brat, do you think I care about this little thing about you?"
Mo Yuan smiled and cursed, then raised his hand and waved, and three long swords filled with sword energy appeared in front of him.
War has always been the best way to get rich.
To destroy the Three Qin Sword Sect, Mo Yuan took the lead alone, so how could he lack a spiritual weapon?
There were several long swords that he captured and sent to the sword pavilion alone.
After pondering for a moment, Mo Yuan took out a green and black ring, stretched out his hand, and two spiritual swords fell into it.
He then took out a pile of sparkling spiritual stones and various spiritual treasures and put them into the space ring.
"You brat, I originally planned to leave it to the Mo family, but now I'm taking advantage of you..."
"When I return in a hundred years, I will show you the power of my Ten Thousand Swords Sect."
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Han Muye left Mo Yuan's tent, took a deep breath, looked at the tent in the middle of the mountain, and then strode over.
When we first arrived at the Jiange Elder's tent, a middle-aged man wearing a green robe stood outside.
Su Yuan.
A newly-rising powerhouse from the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect's fire vein.
Use one move to start a prairie fire and destroy the mountain gate of the Three Qin Sword Sect.
Although Han Muye had never met Su Yuan, he taught Su Yuan the prairie fire swordsmanship.
Speaking of which, Han Muye was still Su Yuan's creditor.
Su Yuan sent Han Muye a thousand meritorious deeds.
"Han Muye?"
Su Yuan looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.
"Han Muye has met Elder Su." Han Muye bowed and held his hand.
Su Yuan waved his hand and said, "Call me uncle."
After saying that, he turned around and walked slowly towards the bluestone hill.
Han Muye followed.
"Senior Brother Gao could have avoided using this sword."
"I told Senior Brother Gao that since I have used the prairie fire, I am ready to bear all the consequences."
Standing on the bluestone, Su Yuan clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the bright moon in the distance casting its clear light.
Han Muye said nothing.
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect's fire vein has been silent for too long and is about to fall apart and be swallowed up by other veins.
It is understandable that Su Yuan wants to reunite the fire veins, use the method of starting a prairie fire, and unite people's hearts.
However, Han Muye knew from the memory of the elder sword of the Sanqin Sword Sect that starting a prairie fire seemed to be a forbidden technique and could not be used.
"Uncle Su, the elder didn't use that sword all because of you." Han Muye looked at Su Yuan and whispered.
"He is doing it for the sect."
In other words, it was the general situation of the sect that forced the sword pavilion elder to use that sword.
But in the final analysis, the elder of Jiange is still willing to use that sword, otherwise, no one can make him take action.
Su Yuan shook his head and looked into the distance, his eyes showing a trace of solemnity.
"The success of destroying the Sanqin Sword Sect this time can keep the fire veins alive for ten years."
"If there is no one who can control the fire veins within ten years, it can only be said to be God's will."
Su Yuan turned his head, looked at Han Muye, and said solemnly: "Remember, no matter what happens, you have to escort Senior Brother Gao back to Jiuxuan Mountain."
Today, Jiuxuan Sword Sect won a great victory. The elder of Jiange killed Mu Tieyang, the Supreme Elder of Tailing Sword Sect, which directly reduced the strength of Tailing Sword Sect by 30%.
After today, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect's reputation has grown greatly, and it should be a rapidly rising presence in Western Xinjiang.
But Su Yuan, the hero who destroyed the Three Qin Sword Sect in one battle, not only did not look happy, but seemed to be in imminent disaster.
Han Muye looked at Su Yuan and whispered: "Uncle Su, is it because of the prairie fire swordsmanship?"
Hearing Han Muye ask, Su Yuan nodded and said, "Not bad."
Han Muye frowned and said, "Uncle Master, why can't I use this sword skill?"
Su Yuan did not answer, but turned to look at the disciples of the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect who were gathered at the foot of the mountain.
"Since this swordsmanship can cause unexpected disasters, why do you still use the prairie fire, Uncle Su?" Han Muye looked at Su Yuan and asked in a deep voice.
If he had not used this sword, Elder Gao would not have had to take action today.
If the prairie fire sword technique is not used, the Sanqin sword sect will be destroyed later.
"The sect master asked me to use it."
Su Yuan spoke softly.
Sect leader, Kanazawa.
Han Muye wanted to ask again, but Su Yuan had already moved and disappeared from where he was.
Han Muye watched him leave, pondered for a moment, then turned and went to the tent of the Jiange elder.
