Two thousand three hundred and twenty elite disciples of the Sword Sect are sharpening their swords!
Zhu Yong said a word, and the sword intent on Han Muye soared into the sky.
The sword light gathered together and went straight up to the sky.
Behind him, twenty immortal guards and a hundred immortal demons all activated their strength to form a pillar of energy and blood that covered the sky and the sun.
One person comes, and one hundred and twenty immortals accompany him.
"Yunlan City Han Wudi is so powerful." A voice sounded from the distant city gate.
On top of the continuous pavilions and city walls, sword lights shined one after another, turning into sword pillars supporting the sky and condensing into the sky wall.
Sharpen your sword and wait for each other.
The beam of energy and blood hit the sky wall and shattered.
The power of two thousand elite disciples of the Xuanling Sword Sect, not to mention a mere 120 Heavenly Immortals, even if it were ten times more, it would be like snow meeting the blazing sun.
Behind Han Muye, the energy and blood of the one hundred and twenty powerful Celestial Immortals were shaking, unable to control themselves.
Disciples of the Sword Sect, with tremendous fighting prowess.
"Dismount?" Han Muye whispered softly, took a step forward, and the sword light surrounding him gathered and turned into a Yuanshen Sword.
The hairband flowing behind his back turned into a blue dagger.
With two swords in hand, the body turns into sword light and can travel hundreds of miles with one breath.
"Haha, this looks like a sword cultivator." A voice came from the city ahead, and a sword cultivator in his thirties stood in the air holding a long sword.
"Du Mingqi is waiting at Duxue Palace!"
The sword cultivator raised the sword in his hand, causing the sword light to float as light as white snow. The sword cultivator in his thirties seemed to be taking the sword lightly.
But thousands of feet in front of Han Muye, a snow-capped mountain appeared, a thousand feet high and covered with snow.
"What a move, Qianshan Muxue!"
Han Muye let out a long laugh and threw out the dagger in his hand: "Look at my Ten Thousand Miles Stratus Cloud!"
The sword turned into clouds, the clouds gathered into the sea, and the sea of clouds swayed and collided with the snow-capped mountains.
The mountains and the sea of clouds blend together and turn into a blue fairy air.
Use the power of the sword to break the power of the sword.
This is a competition between fellow sects, it has nothing to do with cultivation level, only the understanding of swordsmanship.
"Okay, good swordsmanship."
A trace of horror flashed across Du Mingqi's face, he stepped back to the side, cupped his hands and said, "Yunlan Sword Immortal has superb swordsmanship, Du Mingqi is willing to be defeated."
Han Muye kept moving, passing in front of him, and said calmly: "I accept."
Now that his cultivation and combat power have reached this level, Han Muye is no longer humble.
When I came to Jianzong Mountain Gate today, I never thought about hiding my stupidity.
Tanshou retracted his dagger, and a sword light followed him in front.
"when--"
Han Muye struck out the sword in his hand and turned into thousands of rays, locking the sword.
Thousands of swords were surrounded, the long sword wrapped in it screamed, and the sword spirit on it trembled.
"Zhu Cungan of the Yuling Palace, I beg you!" A sword cultivator in his forties wearing a gray robe flew up from the front and quickly handed over his hand.
It's just a losing battle. It's not worth it if your spiritual sword damages your spirituality.
Han Muye raised his hand to retract the trap sword, nodded, and moved forward again without stopping.
Zhu Cun also recalled his long sword, and he breathed a sigh of relief as his sword intent penetrated through.
Fortunately, there was no damage.
He looked up and saw that Han Muye had already broken two more sword lights with his sword.
"Being able to become famous in Yunteng Wasteland is definitely not due to luck." Zhu Cun sighed with emotion on his face, whispering in his mouth, with a bright halo flashing in his eyes.
"Brother, you're so awesome..." Looking at Han Muye who was wielding a sword, Zhao Chen from outside the city had a look of envy on his face.
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"Young master, Yunlan Sword Immortal's swordsmanship was honed through hundreds of undefeated matches in Yunteng Wasteland." Behind him, Mr. Chu spoke softly.
"I know, I know, I don't have the ability, there is no chance in this life." Zhao Chen waved his hand, stopped looking up, turned around and walked towards the city gate.
"I'd better think about how to earn fairy spirit stones."
Mr. Chu shook his head, sighed, and walked over.
He had watched his young master grow up, and he also learned his cultivation from him. His talent was not bad, but unfortunately, his heart was not there.
"Is that Han Wudi?" In the distance, in front of a hall suspended between the clouds and waves, an old man with a white beard spoke softly.
Beside him, there were several old men wearing blue robes.
"Yes, the successor of Senior Brother Zhu Ming." Sheng Zhou, who arrived at an unknown time, spoke loudly with a wine gourd hanging on his waist.
"Well, the continuous method of gathering sword intent is indeed Senior Brother Zhu Ming's way." An old man looked at the soft and continuous sword light in Han Muye's hand, nodded and said.
Everyone else also recognized the sword intent contained in this sword.
"I just heard that Li Yungang is also very interested in this kid?" The old man in the lead turned to look at Zhou Sheng.
Others also turned to look at him.
Zhou Sheng grinned, stretched out his hands to smooth his beard and hair, and then patted the wine gourd on his waist.
"That guy gave me a lot of good wine."
His words made the leading old man frown slightly.
Others also turned to look at Han Muye.
At this time, Han Muye had broken fourteen sword lights in a row and forced fourteen elite disciples of the Sword Sect back with his two swords.
"I didn't know how many levels he had passed in the Trial Land at the beginning, but according to his understanding, the Temple of God would not fail to pay attention to him." He had been to the Bitter Immortal Realm, and his cultivation was already at the peak of Da Luo, and he was in charge of a treasure. Mu Huan, the master of Xuntian Hall, looked at the void above his head.
It seemed that he could see an empty hall over there.
The most mysterious hall of the Sword Sect is God-Slaying.
Killing God is not really a palace, but a mission.
Only the true elites, the truly superb disciples of the Sword Sect, are qualified to enter the Temple of Sword Killing.
Could it be that Han Muye has obtained the qualification to enter the Temple of Killing?
In the surrounding sky, hundreds of spiritual thoughts fell, all of them quietly observing Han Muye and observing his swordsmanship.
None of these people have a cultivation level below that of Tianxian Lianxu.
There are also dozens of spiritual thoughts that are erratic and have no trace. They are obviously powerful golden immortals who have surpassed the heavenly realm.
"boom--"
With one sword, he shattered the sword array in front of him and flew away the sword sect elites who were blocking the way. Han Muye intertwined his swords, and his fighting spirit condensed on his body.
"It's really not fun to fight like this."
He raised his head to the sky and shouted, his figure reaching into the sky.
The sword light triggered turned into a sky-high wave, surging and shaking, breaking through the sky.
"Don't come here while you are refining yourself."
"Above the Void Refining, let's go up together."
The sound vibrated, and the man and the sword joined together, knocking away billions of clouds and waves, and crashed into the void.
Go straight into the void, and only those above the realm of refining the void are qualified to fight!
Han Muye's words caused all the spiritual thoughts around him to ripple, and many people couldn't restrain their power and exploded.
mad?
proud?
This is the real sword cultivator!
How can one be called a swordsman if he has fear in his heart?
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Which sword fairy is not arrogant?
Countless sword lights lit up and reached the sky!
The sky and the earth are a hundred thousand miles in radius, and the light of the sword shines like stars.
Xuanling Sword Sect is the number one swordsmanship sect in Fuyuxian Realm.
"Okay! Our Sword Sect has not seen such an arrogant swordsman for hundreds of thousands of years! I want to take a good look at this battle." A white-haired swordsman laughed and transformed into a long green sword, flying into the sky. Straight up, breaking into the void.
There are not a few elders of the Sword Sect who are like him.
Sword cultivators are warlike at heart.
The sword is in hand, why bother talking?
war!
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, roaming the Yunteng Wasteland, is really lonely and arrogant. You must not lose the grace of my Sword Sect." A voice sounded in the void, old and majestic.
"promise."
A group of strong sword immortals from the Sword Sect Lianxu flew away and broke through the sky.
But they go out quickly and retreat even faster.
"Peng——"
A ray of sword light struck down, pressing the three Void Refining Sword Immortals who were the first to step out into the sky.
Han Muye's swords flew across the air, blocking everyone's way.
"If you want to come to the void to fight Han, let me see if I have the qualifications first."
Han Muye raised his sword, pointing forward.
"If you can't even take Han's sword, it's better not to come."
Only by catching a sword can you be qualified to fight in the void!
What kind of contempt is this?
"Canglang——"
A ray of sword light shone, and the power that could break the whole world flashed away, and it stabbed Han Muye in the chest.
powerful.
quick.
The sword light together created an endless wave of waves, as if the sky were collapsing.
But the sword light was blocked by a blue hairband.
The hairband was rolled up, crushing the sword light, and then leading the pale-faced sword sect elite to throw away the dust.
"Tao Tianyu of Yunchen Palace is at the peak of Xu refining. He has a sword that touches stars and can fight to transform Xu."
"I can't stop a sword!"
The sword sect elites gathered in Tianmen were in an uproar.
The seniors of the Sword Sect in the distance all looked solemn.
"Look at the sword."
With a low shout, a sword light turned into a long dragon, activating the power of heaven and earth, and roared out.
This sword had just appeared, and it had already shattered half of the sky. The long dragon reached out with its claws and struck Han Muye head-on.
Transform into reality!
This sword is already the power of emptiness, and it is combined with the cave sky hidden in the void. The power of convergence cannot be achieved by refining emptiness at all.
Han Muye raised his hand, and the green hairband turned into a dagger, and he slashed down with the sword.
The trapped sword in his right hand shattered into pieces and turned into an array of thousands of sword lights, locking the long dragon.
"Peng——"
The hairband shattered the sword light, wrapped the sword around it, wrapped it around the disciple who drew the sword, and threw it into the sky.
Never take a step back.
Don't give in with one sword!
"Even, not even the three-hall elite Gu Ming can break out of the void..." All the sword sect elites who were about to draw their swords all looked ahead in horror.
The two swords crossed the sky, and Han Muye's fighting spirit and sword intent condensed, and the dull killing intent pulled them together.
"Condensing essence and energy into a sword, no wonder Li Yungang, the leader, can't take his sword." In front of an illusory hall not far away, an old man in gray robes flashed in his eyes.
"I always feel that his swordsmanship is more than that simple." Another old man frowned at Han Muye and spoke softly.
"First use the momentum to provoke the fighting spirit of the elite disciples of the Sword Sect, and then challenge with a sword to show your style," an old man with a simple face said with a chuckle: "Now another sword strikes the air."
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"Step by step, win every step. No wonder you can do things in the Yunteng Wasteland in just ten years that others cannot do in ten thousand and a hundred thousand years."
Outside the sky, there were several figures standing side by side at this time.
It's just that the fairy light on them is dim, making it impossible for anyone to detect them.
Li Yungang, a powerful Da Luo man who could defeat the Sky Demon King, was also among them, but he could only stand at the back, and he did not have the arrogance that Chief Li should have on his face.
Because each of these people in front of him are existences that surpass Da Luo Jinxian!
Immortal Lord.
The Immortal Lord of Swordsmanship.
These people are the true core of the Sword Sect, and every character is a powerful person who is rampant in the fairy world.
"Gathering momentum, chaotic momentum, palm momentum, the gathering and dispersing of the power of two thousand three hundred and twenty elites are all done with one heart, the method is good."
"Can this boy be used as an alternative?" an old man wearing a linen robe said softly.
He looked at Han Muye with his long sword in the air, his expression blank.
"Immortal Burial City needs a leader, but he," another old man shook his head and whispered, "is too weak."
weak.
Han Muye's sword restrained all the sword sect elites, but in the eyes of these powerful men, he was too weak.
Others didn't push back.
"The Spirit Sword can control 30% of the God-Slaying War Puppet. If he can be recognized by the Spirit Sword, he may still have a chance." An old man in green robes said.
"The hope is slim." The old man in front of him shook his head with his hands behind his back, his eyes as deep as the starry sky.
"This time the Dao Sect's momentum has been cut off, but the next time the Zhou Tian Divine Realm takes any action, we may not be able to stop it."
"It is imperative to kill the gods."
There was an irresistible will in the old man's voice.
"If he can take charge of the Immortal Burial City and the God-Slaying War Puppet, the Sword Sect can be handed over to him when I leave."
"It's just that he has to stop the Blood War Sect."
Li Yungang, who was standing at the back, looked complicated.
Once upon a time, he also became an alternative.
Unfortunately, he failed.
Now, he couldn't help but feel his blood boiling as he looked at the figure with the sword light blocking the sky and no one stepping out.
If I had chosen to face challenges head-on like this without taking a step back, now, would I have entered a state that I dare not even imagine?
For so many years, I have been challenging myself everywhere, but I can no longer make up for my initial retreat.
The greater the challenge, the more cowardly he was at the beginning.
This scene where the sword light is swaying in front of you and thousands of sword sect elites cannot take a single step is the real sword immortal!
"This kid, maybe he really has a chance..." Li Yungang grunted, with a bright halo in his eyes.
Sword Sect, a strong man who has not subdued his peers with one sword in many years and made thousands of swords bow down!
For one day and one night, no one can take a step outside the sky.
The kendo elites who rushed out changed from one person with one sword to three people forming a formation, to ten people gathering strength.
The sword formation in front of Han Muye also changed from a trapped sword at the beginning to a floating nine-story sword tower.
The condensed sword light on the green dagger in his hand was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.
With the sword in front of you, no one can take a step closer.
Such a swordsman is so magnificent.
This kind of style is the method of swordsmanship.
Han Muye blocked the Tianmen with one man and one sword. Not only were the elite disciples who were blocked not annoyed, but they were filled with fighting spirit. Countless disciples and elders watching the battle only admired and admired him, not jealous.
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This is sword cultivation.
If you want to practice swordsmanship, you must have peace of mind and be consistent with your sword.
At this time, thirty-two Void Refining Peak Sword Immortals took action at the same time.
The sword light condensed into a blue dragon of sword light, crashing through the sky wall and spanning thousands of miles.
"boom--"
Thirty-two rays of sword light sliced apart the sword array laid out by Han Muye.
Thirty-two rays of sword light continued, roaring, and beheaded Han Muye.
This is the strongest lineup of the Sword Sect Elite.
This sword is already the strongest sword among the 2,320 elites gathered together.
No matter how powerful the Void Transformation Sword Immortal is, they can all attack together, but they can't put together this Sky-Spanning Lingyun Sword Formation composed of thirty-two sword immortals with similar cultivation levels.
The Dangtian Lingyun Sword Formation, with the power of thirty-two Void Refining Sword Immortals, can kill the Golden Immortal and defeat the Great Luo!
At this moment, the tens of thousands of Sword Sect disciples and Sword Sect experts around them all focused on Han Muye.
Regardless of whether he can take this sword or not, he will become the strongest elite disciple of the Sword Sect in tens of thousands of years.
Han Wudi's name is well deserved.
"Watch out, if he has a backup plan, it will be with this sword." All the powerful men in the Xantian Hall gathered their sword lights.
Han Muye is a disciple of Zhu Ming and is qualified to be one of the masters of the Xantian Hall. There is no way he can be injured by this sword.
"Haha, in fact, several elders have been paying attention to this battle. Even the sect leader may come in the form of spiritual thoughts. Why should we worry?" Zhou Sheng shook his head, but his face was unconcerned.
"Everyone knows that it is impossible for this sword to hurt him today, but if we don't show our performance, this boy will be snatched away by Zhantian Palace." From the front, Mu Huan glanced at him and said.
Zhou Sheng opened his mouth and looked at the figure of Han Muye who was already enveloped by the sword light.
This makes sense, but why does it sound so weird?
Han Muye raised his head and watched thirty-two sword lights descending in one fell swoop.
This sword is extremely powerful.
This is the unification of the will of a strong swordsman, and it is a sword that condenses the general trend.
It is impossible for them to use this sword again.
This sword fights for the future of the Sword Sect.
Han Muye can retreat.
He doesn't need to take this sword.
Because in this day and night, no one can take a step out of the sky and has proven himself.
But he must take this sword.
The sword in his heart, the sword of the great road he pursues, is impatient!
His fighting spirit has reached its peak.
He took a step forward and raised his dagger.
His eyes were clear and his mouth was whispering softly.
The voice was so low that only he could hear it.
"I, Han Muye, have a sword in my hand. I want to protect the way in my heart. Who among the gods of heaven and earth can break my sword?"
Sword, thrust out.
The green sword light was soft and elegant, like a hairband.
But this sword penetrated the void.
break.
Breaking the space between heaven and earth.
Breaking the space between the two worlds of heaven and earth.
Breaking the three worlds of heaven and earth.
Breaking through the space of all realms, the sword light turned into a bright light, swallowing up the long sword where thirty-two sword intentions gathered.
"A sword that condenses all realms, this is a spiritual sword method!" In front of the Xuntian Hall, the old man standing in front of Zhou Sheng shouted with sword light surging on his body.
"Spiritual sword, he used the sword in Immortal Burial City, and this boy took the sword." Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed.
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In the void, Li Yungang's eyes widened: "The spirit sword's sword-gathering intention condensed the sword's power. At the beginning, he took the sword."
"You can understand it with just one sword strike, okay." A powerful Immortal Lord standing in front of him shouted with sword light surging from his body.
"Integrating Zhu Ming's long sword intention, and then quietly condensing the Spiritual Sword's Sword of All Realms," the voice of the old man in front of him who had been holding his hands behind his back revealed a trace of appreciation: "I have been accumulating power day and night, so I can't bear it. "
"The nature of those who seek great power and the sword of becoming great power are both there, yes."
The old man's eyes fell on the nine-story sword tower in front of Han Muye, and he said softly: "What's rare is that even the Nine-Yuan Tower chose him."
Slowly turning back, the old man glanced at the group of powerful immortal kings: "Then, alternative?"
Everyone bowed and cupped their hands: "Follow the order of the sect leader."
The old man nodded, raised his hand and dispersed.
As it dispersed, there was also the sword light in front of Han Muye.
Thirty-two rays of sword light flew away, and Han Muye's own sword also recovered and turned into a shining sword light again.
This sword, which gathered thousands of sword intentions, returned to the hand, as if the sword had not been thrust out at all just now.
"The recollection of space and time can activate such power. Even the Immortal Lord will find it difficult, right?" Han Muye turned the dagger into a dazzling headband and whispered in a low voice.
He himself knew how powerful that sword strike just now was, and even Daluo Jinxian couldn't resolve it in a casual way.
Although no one said who took action, but since someone stopped the battle, the battle was over.
More than two thousand sword sect elites dispersed, and Han Muye also flew down.
The surrounding Sword Sect disciples who were watching were filled with reluctance, and with emotion on their faces, they turned around.
Watching this day, it is unimaginable that my swordsmanship has improved.
When you see the peaks of mountains, you can feel the hills and valleys in your heart.
Han Muye's appearance as an invincible swordsman with a horizontal sword in the air will be remembered by countless Sword Sect disciples.
This is how sword cultivation should be in this life.
When Han Muye flew outside the city gate, an old Taoist wearing a green robe and who was in the realm of the Immortal Cave stood there waiting for him.
"Han Muye, I am Xuan Ji, the elder of Zhenxuan Palace. Chen Qiu sent a message saying that you agreed to go to Burial Immortal City as a disciple of Zhenxuan Palace."
"If you represent me at the Zhenxuan Hall, you can go to the Zhenxuan Hall station to repair it first." The old Taoist looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.
He came early and was planning to receive Han Muye to the Zhenxuan Hall.
But he didn't expect that Han Muye would fight directly with the Jianzong elite just after leaving the teleportation formation.
This battle also made him feel cold.
How could such a powerful man, Han Wudi of Yunlan City, represent the Zhenxuan Palace?
Asking now is just a formality.
It is estimated that people from Xantian Palace and Zhantian Palace have also arrived.
"Okay, then I will go to Zhenxuan Palace with the elders." Han Muye nodded and said.
"Okay, I understand - go, go to Zhenxuan Hall?" Elder Xuanji was stunned for a moment, and the look on his face gradually changed from stunned to ecstatic.
"Really go?"
Han Muye nodded: "Of course I'm going."
Elder Xuanji laughed loudly, stopped his laughter quickly, raised his hand and threw out a small green-gray flying boat, and then lowered his voice and said: "Go quickly, go quickly."
The flying boat flew away for a moment, Zhou Sheng flew up and down, looked around, and wondered: "Where did this kid go?"
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Looking up, the figure of a strong man from Zhantian Palace disappeared in a flash.
…
There are a total of sixteen Celestial Immortals and Golden Immortal Realm elders who have not retreated in Zhenxuan Hall.
Among them, the one with the highest cultivation level is Elder Xuanqing, who has reached the realm of Da Luo.
At this time, a group of elders sat around and looked at Han Muye in front of them quietly.
"Elders, do you have anything else to ask?" Han Muye raised his hand and spoke loudly.
"Uh, no, no." All the elders shook their heads.
They had been asking questions around Han Muye for a long time just now. They had asked almost everything they could and could not ask.
"Ahem," Elder Xuanqing, who was wearing a gray Taoist robe, coughed lightly: "Yunlan, if you can represent our Zhenxuan Palace to guard Burial Immortal City, you will represent the face of our Zhenxuan Palace when you go out."
Several others nodded.
Elder Xuanqing raised his hand, and several suits of armor with fairy light, as well as some moon-white robes, sapphire belts, whisks, walking shoes, etc., fell in front of Han Muye.
The two cyan long swords flashed brightly.
Good sword.
Immortal treasure.
"Tell me, what else do you need?" Elder Xuanqing looked at Han Muye with a smile.
Originally, what they promised was a fairy treasure.
But now Han Muye has shown so much strength that he can no longer get hold of an immortal treasure.
Han Muye looked at these robes and treasures with the Zhenxuan Palace mark and stretched out his hand to put them away.
"Disciple wants to stay in Zhenxuan Hall and observe some senior swordsmanship." Han Muye said.
"Of course." Elder Xuanqing agreed with a smile.
They were not happy that Han Muye was going elsewhere.
"If we are fellow Sword Sect elites, I can communicate. If it is other seniors, I hope the elders can block it for me." Han Muye spoke again.
"Okay." Elder Xuanqing nodded.
Han Muye actually has a lot of connections in the Sword Sect. He is the Zhu Ming inheritance of the Xantian Palace and the Guandong Yun inheritance. He is also a disciple of the Zhantian Palace and the Zhan Palace.
If he had enough time, he would be willing to stay in the sect and study various inheritances and the swordsmanship of various seniors.
But now he only has less than a year, and what he needs is to maximize his strength as much as possible.
Immortal Burial City is not a good place.
For a month, Han Muye never left Zhenxuan Hall.
A battle with elites from all sides of the Sword Sect gave him a more thorough understanding of the swordsmanship inherited from the Sword Sect.
"Buzz——"
The sword light flashed, and long swords appeared in front of him.
Thousands of sword lights intertwined, locking the space in front of them.
Sword array.
Zhoutian Sword Formation.
This is one of Han Muye's methods of maneuvering in the mortal world.
But currently, the power of this sword array is no longer enough.
The sword light moved separately and gathered into three thousand streams of light.
This time, the space in front of him was even more turbulent, forcing him to raise his hand to prop up a light curtain.
This is the main formation of Zhenxuan Hall, and Han Muye is given special control authority.
Three thousand streams of light are still too many.
It is impossible to have three thousand sword immortals arrayed in unison.
After hesitating for a moment, Han Muye raised his hand and divided the three thousand sword lights into ten small formations with 300 people.
The sword light from each small array shines brightly and becomes more agile.
not enough.
Even the Three Hundred Sword Immortals don't just gather together whenever they want.
The small formation was then divided into a formation of thirty people per seat.
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"It makes sense for the Sword Sect to have thirty-two people in one formation." Looking at the sword formation in front of him, Han Muye whispered softly.
My own sword formation is not as strong as Lingyun's formation.
"What if it's divided again?"
The sword formation of thirty people split, and the number of people continued to increase and decrease.
"Six people form a formation, and three formations are connected."
"Six-man formation and eighteen-man formation, this is the basis."
Seeing the sword light flashing in front of him, Han Muye smiled on his face.
This time it took him three months to deduce the sword formation.
He was also very satisfied with the result.
The formation of six people can exert maximum combat power, and the sword power can be superimposed to form a dazzling fairy sword.
If the three formations are connected, they can fight across levels.
When Han Muye came out of seclusion, Elder Xuanqing who was guarding outside let out a long sigh of relief.
"Yunlan, if you don't come out of seclusion, I won't be able to explain anything to you." He smiled bitterly and took out a golden scroll.
"The Sword Sect has ordered that Yunlan Sword Immortal Han Wudi will lead the sect's elite to reinforce Burial Immortal City."
The issuance of this order means that Han Muye, as the commander of this reinforcement, has absolute dispatch and command authority.
Moreover, the transfer order also mentioned that Han Muye has the right to make his own choices.
Choose from the elites of the Sword Sect.
Such authority is not too big.
This transfer order was issued three months ago, when Han Muye was in retreat.
As soon as the order was issued, the clouds moved in all directions.
Over the past three months, elites from all walks of life came to visit Han Muye, wanting to know how he would arrange it and who he would choose to be buried in the Immortal City.
Immortal Burial City is a desperate place, where life and death are unpredictable.
But for Jianzong disciples, they must not be afraid of fighting.
As long as Han Wudi chooses him, it means he is interested in his own strength.
In the past three months, the atmosphere has been brewing, and the elites of all parties have been fighting openly and secretly, and the situation has become tense.
"Yunlan, please make your choice quickly, otherwise, there will really be a fight." Elder Xuanqing said in a low voice.
"No rush." Han Muye put away the order and shook his head.
What came with the order was a jade slip with golden light.
What is recorded in the jade slips is information about the elite disciples of the entire Sword Sect currently in the sect.
Cultivation, combat prowess, and his own expertise in swordsmanship are all registered.
It may not be the most complete and authentic, but it must be the most official.
After taking the jade slip and the order, Han Muye returned to the main hall and studied it slowly.
This made Elder Xuanqing stunned for a moment.
Time is of the essence, if you haven’t chosen to run in yet, when will you wait?
When news of Han Muye's departure came out, the waiting elites also quietly made inquiries.
"Don't worry, senior brother, with your profound cultivation, you will definitely be invited by Yunlan Sword Immortal." In an empty hall, several Sword Sect disciples were sitting around. Someone looked at the thirty-year-old Taoist who looked up and said with a chuckle.
"That's right, Senior Brother Gutang is the number one elite in our Wuyun Palace, so he will naturally be invited." A disciple below responded.
The Taoist above was smiling and his eyes were shining.
For a moment, everyone was waiting to see who Han Muye would invite first.
However, time passed. Three days later, Han Muye came out of the hall, but instead of inviting anyone, he handed a jade slip to Elder Xuanqing.
"I'd like to trouble you, elder, to announce the method of practicing this sword formation."
"I just said that if you are willing to go to Immortal Burial City, you can form your own formation."
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[Complete Comprehension Level: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in the Sword Pavilion] []
"When the time comes, I will choose people based on the strength of the sword array."
Sword array?
Elder Xuanqing showed doubts on his face.
Is it the Lingyun Formation of the sect?
It is not easy to form this formation.
Thirty-two strong swordsmen of the same level and with comparable combat power still need to get along, and it won't happen all at once.
If you choose like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to select many people.
Reaching out to take the jade slip, his spiritual mind penetrated into it.
"Huh?"
"Six Mysterious Tianyuan Formation, six people can form a battle formation, how wonderful!"
"The chains are interlocked and the forces are balanced. The most important thing is the superposition of the killing power. If the three formations are connected, they can have heaven-defying combat power."
Elder Xuanqing raised his brows, deduced in his mind, and became even more excited: "What a great formation!"
He looked at Han Muye and said with some pain: "Is such a formation really going to be made public?"
Once made public, this formation will spread throughout the entire Sword Sect.
According to common sense, such a good formation should be stored away and kept secret.
"Elder, my fellow Sword Sect disciples followed me to the Burial Immortal City. Life or death is uncertain. Am I still reluctant to part with a formation?" Han Muye said calmly and spoke loudly.
Elder Xuanqing's expression was shocked at these words, and he nodded and said, "Yun Lan is really kind-hearted."
"Okay, I will spread this formation."
If word of this formation spreads, it will definitely be studied by the sect.
Those elite disciples who want to follow Han Muye to Burial Immortal City will also practice seriously.
In this way, according to what Han Muye said, it would be possible to select the strong and weak based on formation practice.
This kind of choice eliminates the previous competition and balances the discord among the elites of the sect.
Looking at Han Muye, Elder Xuanqing said with a smile: "Your extraordinary method has stopped the elites in the sect from fighting among themselves."
Han Muye looked outside the hall, and there was a deep spiritual light in his eyes.
"Please also ask the elder to send a message to me. I need five fellow disciples to form an formation together, and twelve fellow disciples to form three formations."
"The hundred immortals and demons accompanying me also need to find their own contractors."
Looking at the wide-eyed Elder Xuanqing, Han Muye smiled slightly: "Elder, is it not difficult to spread this message?"
Not difficult?
After this news spreads, the elites of the Sword Sect will probably fight hard to qualify for Yunlan Sword Immortal to join the formation!
"I, I'll try my best." Elder Xuanqing murmured with trembling lips.
