Wan Jian returns to his clan!
Han Muye clenched his fists and stood on the bow of the boat.
That was Master Mo Yuan.
Ancestor of Wanjian.
With the cultivation of Qi Condensation, he 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 by no means a match for 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.
In order to repay the kindness of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect for two hundred years.
The last journey for the elder of Sword Guarding Pavilion.
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 move, Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect!" 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 realm 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 strong the swordsmanship of Wanjian Patriarch was, he was unable to withstand it.
Being able to hold ten breaths is already the limit.
The condensed sword light of Ancestor Wanjian shattered, and the bronze sword light flew down after Ancestor Wanjian.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and was about to rush out when he suddenly paused.
Behind him, Zi Yan and Qing Ming roared.
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 sounds of swords 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, you can cut it to the heaven level."
An old voice sounded, and the sound drowned out all the sword sounds.
Wearing a green robe, with white beard and hair, and 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 shattered giant sword slowly condensed into shape.
The sword was emitting an extremely bright sword light.
"Gao Changgong from the Jiuxuan Sword Gate Sword Pavilion, please send fellow Taoist Mu Tieyang from 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, it can be cut 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 it."
"This sword has saved me a fortune."
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 prevent 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 nourished 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 you can take the sword from fellow Taoist Gao, you 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 front of Void.
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 gradually calmed down.
Just as Master Mo Yuan was about to draw the sword, the elder of the Jiange Pavilion had been waiting for countless years to draw out the 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 gain some luck for the sect's general trend?
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 light shines brightly.
It shines brighter than the sunset, as if the sky is turned upside down.
The blade of the sword was so cold that it seemed to instantly freeze thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, 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 sword light 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, held a broken sword and put 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 off 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 to look, then 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 is the second among the nine sects in Western Xinjiang and the leader of the Demonic Way in Western Xinjiang.
Li Mubai, the leader of 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..."
…
Han Muye flew down over the mountains, and there were warning flashes of sword light, and then he retreated.
He was wearing the clothes from the inner gate of 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 Jiu Xuan Sword Sect were guarding each other with swords. In the middle was Mo Yuan who was sitting down, the sword pavilion elder who was standing on the blue stone looking into the distance, and the fire vein elder Su Yuan who was wearing a green robe. .
"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 wipe out all the demons and ghosts in the world." Han Muye spoke 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, stepped 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 elder of Jiange's face changed, he turned around and looked at the place where the last afterglow disappeared.
"Okay, back to Jiange."
