There are two swords in Han Muye's hands that can exert the strongest combat power and show it in front of outsiders.
A sword trapped in a sword formation can withstand thousands of sword weapons. A sword trapped in a sword array can prevent the enemy from escaping.
The other sword is the swordsmanship he created based on the inheritance of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal and Zhu Ming Qingyu Sword.
It can not only cause continuous drizzle, but also condense the power of ten thousand swords, one sword is stronger than the other.
A year ago, Han Muye used this sword.
That sword faced the Lingyun Formation of thirty-two sword sect elites.
But that sword was struck by the Sword Sect leader, and was recalled with the power of time.
The power stored in that sword has remained until now!
Just for this moment!
Back then, the Spiritual Sword Golden Immortal struck down with one strike from thousands of miles away. Today, when Han Muye enters Burial Immortal City, of course he must return this sword.
At the beginning, Spirit Sword Golden Immortal had said that he would wait for him in Immortal Burial City.
Today, he, Han Muye, is here.
"Buzz——"
The green ribbons scattered and turned into a three-foot sapphire-like sword light.
The sword light was as warm as water and seemed to have no power at all.
Above the head, the vast sword light was about to cut through the sky and the earth.
The sapphire sword looked like swaying green grass before the light of the sky-cutting sword.
"The guys from the Xuanling Sword Sect this time don't seem to be very good?" Someone whispered in the distant city gate.
"Maybe it's a sign of weakness. You can't just have a powerful dragon overwhelm a local snake, right?" Someone smiled and looked at the two sword lights that were about to meet.
There are strong men in the city, so we can't let the commander of the Xuanling Sword Sect's reinforcements be killed just after stepping out of the teleportation array, right?
Many people subconsciously turned their heads to look at the towering pavilion in the center of the city.
At this time, on the top of the pavilion, five figures of different shapes stood side by side.
"Purple Jade Immortal Lord, don't take action? This is a descendant of your Sword Sect." A long-bearded Taoist wearing a pale green jade crown chuckled, with his hands behind his back, looking indifferent.
On the other side, a majestic man in armor in his forties clenched his fists and snorted: "Spirit Sword has always been arrogant, but this time it has passed."
The others did not speak, but turned their eyes to the side and looked at the thirty-year-old swordsman with a tall black sword on his back.
These five people are the top figures guarding Immortal Burial City, the five Immortal Lords.
Daomen Qinghe Daozong Yuhe Immortal Lord.
The Purple Jade Immortal Lord of Xuanling Sword Sect.
Tianyaomen Huyuan Immortal Lord.
A bloody battle with Immortal Lord Zong Tiehe.
The last one is the rare demon king, Tutian Demon King.
They have been guarding this Immortal Burial City for nearly a hundred thousand years. Although they are still a little bit dirty because of their different positions, they have a hundred thousand years of friendship and get along well with each other.
It can be said that it is a matter of life and death.
"This kid is interesting." Purple Jade Immortal Lord's eyes fell on Han Muye's sword light and whispered softly.
Is this really a no-brainer?
Several others were slightly stunned.
Even though Immortal Yu He used words to sway Immortal Purple Jade, he didn't really refuse to save him.
With Purple Jade Immortal Lord's temperament, although he is arrogant, he doesn't want to take action at this time?
"Spiritual swords are never merciful, why don't we save one?" Tutian Demon King, who was wearing a feather coat and had a thin face, said in a low voice.
But Immortal Purple Jade really didn't move.
"Huh?"
Someone's eyes lit up.
…
Ahead, the two sword lights had collided.
"boom--"
The sword light collided with the sword light, but it was not as everyone thought. The sword light of the Spirit Sword Jinxian chopped Han Muye's sapphire sword light into pieces with one blow.
The sword light intertwined, the two swords intertwined, the sapphire sword light and the magnificent sword light were entangled, and they were constantly colliding with each other.
blocked?
blocked!
Countless people stared.
Everyone in Immortal Burial City knows who Spirit Sword Golden Immortal is.
When he strikes, he always kills with one hit.
Even without the help of the Immortal Burial City's formation at this time, this sword lacks some power, but it is not something that ordinary golden immortals can block.
The disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect, whose cultivation was clearly not that of the Golden Immortal, was actually able to block the sword of the Golden Immortal Spirit Sword!
"Good swordsmanship!"
There was a loud shout in the void.
The sound was like the sound of gold and iron clashing.
The voice of the Spiritual Sword Golden Immortal.
The Golden Spirit Sword Immortal actually praises other people's sword skills!
This is something that has never happened in Immortal Burial City.
Even the Purple Jade Immortal Lord among the five guarding Immortal Lords has never been praised by the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal.
Who is coming from the Xuanling Sword Sect this time?
The eyes of the Purple Jade Immortal Lord were shining brightly.
"Haha, what a good boy, you can make this guy like Spirit Sword suffer." The tall and strong Immortal Lord Huyuan punched the palm of his hand and shouted with a long smile.
Others also had a flash of light in their eyes.
"It's rare that the reinforcements from Immortal Burial City have finally arrived." Immortal Lord Tiehe, who was wearing black armor, had no expression on his face. He glanced at the sword cultivators behind Han Muye and spoke coldly.
Although the words were cold, there were smiles on other people's faces.
Tiehe said it looked a bit like it, so it must be something real.
"Alright, Spirit Sword, the battle is dangerous, don't be distracted." Immortal Lord Yu He standing in front said calmly.
In the void, streaks of fairy light shone, suppressing the entire world.
The sword light of the Spiritual Sword Golden Immortal dissipated.
"Boy, this sword is good. If you live for two months, come and play with me." The voice of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal came, and then the sword light disappeared completely.
Han Muye chuckled and cupped his hands: "Yunlan takes the order."
He stood up, raised his hand, and the sapphire sword light returned behind him and turned into a streamer.
The sword light fell back behind him, and Han Muye's expression changed slightly.
The sword intent gathered over the past year has not been exhausted, but has become even more powerful!
Spirit Sword Golden Immortal did not consume his sword intent, but instead poured more sword intent into him.
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
After all, he is a senior in swordsmanship, but he still supports the juniors.
The power of this sword is actually worth half a year of accumulation by Han Muye...
…
With one strike from the Spiritual Sword Golden Immortal, Han Muye and his group of reinforcements immediately became the focus of the Immortal Burial City.
Except for the large armies fighting fiercely at the front, there was talk of repairs everywhere.
How long can he survive in the Burial Immortal City if he can block the sword of the Golden Immortal Spirit Sword?
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Entering the Immortal Burial City, Han Muye and the sword sect elites behind him understood why this place was called the Immortal Burial City.
The city is mottled, and the walls are all covered with strips of blue stone.
Names and surnames are engraved on the green strips of stone.
"What are left on this stone wall are the names of the immortal cultivators from the Rain-covering Immortal Realm who have been stationed here for countless years since the Immortal Burial City was established."
…
"Among these names, ninety-nine percent of them left their lives in Immortal Burial City."
Ninety-nine percent of the people's lives remain in Immortal Burial City!
Just this sentence made many people behind Han Muye change their expressions.
Ninety-nine percent means that of the more than 2,400 people, perhaps only a dozen of them can leave alive.
The Taoist who led Han Muye and the others into the city had a smile on his face and pointed forward: "Because of these names, whether they are alien beasts from the outside world or powerful men from the divine realm, they have never broken through from here and stepped into the Rain-covering Immortal Realm."
"You will carve your names on the stone wall of this city."
"This may be the only thing you can leave in the city."
After a pause, he said softly: "It is also your glory."
It is an honor to be able to carve one's name on the stone wall of Immortal Burial City.
At least, it is recognition of those who come here.
You came before.
Han Muye stepped forward and looked at the writing on the wall.
"In the Thirty-five Million Years of Fuyu Immortal Calendar, Yunhe Taoist Sect, Zhu Guangshou."
"Forty-five million eight thousand and sixty years in the Fuyu Immortal Calendar, the Bloody Battle Sect, Lin Tong."
"Fifty-five million, three hundred and forty-one years old in the Fuyu Immortal Calendar, Xuanling Sword Sect, Jin Hao."
…
Raising his hand, his palms touched the names.
The mottled marks on those names are thick.
This is glory.
It is an honor to leave your name in Immortal Burial City.
It is an honor to leave one's life in Immortal Burial City.
A green sword light appeared at the fingertips, and a writing was left on the wall.
"The sixty-four million and thirty-six hundredth year of Fuyu Immortal Calendar, Xuanling Sword Sect, Han Muye."
Behind him, elites from the Xuanling Sword Sect stepped forward and carved their names on the stone wall.
Xuanling Sword Sect Su Jian.
The white picture of Xuanling Sword Sect.
Xuanling Sword Sect, Chen Sishui.
The Xuanling Sword Sect is Yu Shuling.
The Xuanling Sword Sect is bitter.
…
Zhao Chen walked forward hesitantly and leaned next to Han Muye: "Brother, um, do you want me to leave my name on this stone wall?"
"It's up to you." Han Muye retracted his arm and said calmly.
After hesitating, Zhao Chen retracted his body: "Forget it, I'm here to do business."
The Taoist who led them into the city didn't care. He led them forward and explained aloud.
"The City of Buried Immortals should actually be called the City of Buried Gods."
"We called this name ourselves and cannot spread it outside."
There was a hint of arrogance in the Taoist's voice: "This city is designed to resist those people from the God Realm who come hunting from time to time."
"This is where they are buried."
The entire Immortal Burial City occupies a huge area, larger than a state. It is more like a city than a barracks where a large army is gathered.
Three billion creatures from the Rain-covering Immortal Realm have formed military formations to live in this big city, offering their own strength to provide the city with the source of defensive formations.
As for the origin, it needs to be hunted and robbed.
When the Taoist named Wu Ji mentioned the origin, he raised his hand, and a golden divinity flashed in his palm.
"This is."
The energy of divine origin.
Half of Immortal Burial City was built in the cracks in the Zhoutian Divine Realm, so it could absorb divine power.
Zhao Chen looked at this divinity with bright eyes.
If this thing were transported to the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, it would be priceless.
…
Any trace of it can cause competition among all parties.
After traveling thousands of miles, although the city is still continuous, it has become desolate.
Only a small part of the living beings in Immortal Burial City are from various sects who come to support the stubborn cultivators.
There are more creatures left behind in this city, multiplying from generation to generation.
Many powerful people from all sides chose to stay in the city and pass on the legacy.
According to Taoist Wu Ji, many strong men who once stationed in Immortal Burial City and later left would choose to come here to die when their cultivation path was cut off.
This is also one of the origins of the name of Immortal Burial City in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.
"Who can let go of the land where blood has been spilled?" Wu Ji looked ahead and sighed softly.
In the sky ahead, streams of light can already be seen oscillating.
Above the sky, divine and fairy lights roared.
Over there is the battlefield.
It can be seen that the divine light that splits the heaven and the earth seems to be able to smash the Immortal Burial City into pieces with every blow.
Looking at that half of the sky shining, sword lights appeared on many people.
However, Han Muye and the others did not go to the front line immediately.
According to Wu Ji, they still have ten days for repairs.
"The battle is dangerous, you guys, please take care." Before leaving, Taoist Wu Ji held his hands with a solemn expression.
Dangerous.
After today, goodbye, how many of these two thousand people will be alive?
Taoist Wu Ji left, leaving Han Muye and the Sword Sect reinforcements here to dry.
Even if every one of them is a strong Sword Immortal, and every one of them is an elite in the Sword Sect, in the eyes of the strong here, they are just cannon fodder who come to die.
Of the more than 2,000 people, not more than half can survive more than two months.
Behind Han Muye, the atmosphere was solemn.
"After ten days of training, we may be able to adapt to the power attributes of this place." The young swordsman not far behind Han Muye whispered.
He is the Wind Spirit Sword Immortal Su Jian from the Xantian Palace. Because he knew that Han Muye had the inheritance of the Xantian Palace before, the relationship was naturally a little closer.
Moreover, the six of them formed a formation, and they cooperated tacitly, and their words were less restrained.
After hearing Su Jian's words, everyone else looked up.
The floating divine power is also a treasure to them. Absorbing it into the body can increase the strength of their body and integrate the immortal energy.
But this also makes it difficult for them to adapt.
This is where it is difficult for them to fully exert their strength.
Many people had solemn expressions on their faces, feeling the pressure outside their bodies.
Ten days is enough to adapt to the power here, but if you want to fully utilize your combat power, it will take at least a year.
But how many of them can survive more than a year?
"Set up camp first." Han Muye said softly.
There are empty houses everywhere around where you can live.
But while stationed here, there are roaring sounds in the sky from time to time, and there are also divine lights and fairy lights intertwined, making it difficult to repair with peace of mind.
Even if we arrange for someone to be on duty, I'm afraid we won't be able to truly feel at ease.
After ten days of training like this, let alone improving combat effectiveness, it would be good without reducing it.
However, Han Muye pointed to the messy and empty wilderness ahead: "Zhao Chen, let them set up camp."
Set up camp.
Since a large army is gathering, it is natural to have its own camp.
Zhao Chen grinned and waved, and the immortal cultivators who accompanied the army followed him.
…
These are not only caravan guards, but also miscellaneous soldiers who provide logistics for the army.
If not, how could they be qualified to come to this Immortal Burial City?
In the distance, someone looked out, then retracted.
Further on, on top of the city, someone's eyes fell on Han Muye and the others.
"The reinforcements from the Xuanling Sword Sect, except for the leader Han Yunlan, who is a bit capable, the others looked dumbfounded. They probably came here to die." A big man wearing heavy armor narrowed his eyes and said loudly.
Beside him, the blood-armored young man whose body was filled with blood-evil aura had an evil look in his eyes. He shook his head and turned his gaze to the sky in front of him: "Come with these young birds, we will be tired a few more times."
At the top of the city in the distance, there were people with glints in their eyes, staring at Han Muye and the others to see how they were setting up camp.
"Brother, do you want to go to a few people and tell them which houses can be lived in and which houses cannot be lived in?" A Taoist priest in his fifties, wearing a green robe with a tattered look on his clothes, spoke in a low voice.
He carries a long black sword on his back.
Behind him, there were a dozen emaciated sword cultivators, also dressed in green robes.
The faint Xuanling Sword Sect mark can be seen on their clothes.
In front of him was a Chinese-faced Taoist wearing half armor and with a restrained sword.
The Taoist held a sword in his hand. The sword was three feet long and flashed with green light.
There seemed to be traces of blood evil energy flickering around the sword.
"It's good to let them suffer a little. Otherwise, when they go to the battlefield ten days later, they may collapse at the first touch."
The Chinese-faced Taoist shook his head, and then said: "If they are short of anything, you can give them some."
Having said this, he paused: "I guess they are well prepared when we first come here, so they won't be short of many supplies."
"It's best to give it a heads up and save it."
The fifty-year-old Taoist nodded and said with a smile: "Then let me tell you whether he is a descendant of the Sword Sect."
"In this way, it has been more than eight thousand years since there have been such organized reinforcements, and it has been more than ten thousand years since the disciples of the Sword Sect came, right?"
"Hey, out of the five hundred disciples who were stationed in Immortal Burial City, there are only a dozen of us left..."
The Taoist murmured as he stepped onto the city wall, preparing to escape to Han Muye and the others.
But when he raised his feet, he suddenly froze.
On the wasteland, a golden array appeared.
The array plate was ten feet in diameter, golden in color, and flashing with fairy light.
Such a large formation is at least the main protective formation of a large city.
A formation of this kind would cost tens of millions of immortal spirit stones.
"Buzz——"
Above the formation disk, fairy light burst out and spread to all directions.
The fairy light is like a big tent, covering a hundred feet in radius.
"I have brought all these good things. It seems that the Sword Sect has spent a lot of money this time." Someone chuckled and looked at Han Muye.
"Jian Zong pays great attention to this boy."
A smile flashed across the face of the green-robed Taoist, and he chuckled: "If it were me, I would converge the power of the formation and activate it into a space that can protect ten thousand feet. I would never waste it like this."
"This formation is fully activated, but it can block Huaxu's attack."
The other Sword Sect seniors shook their heads.
I just came here, I really didn’t know how precious power is.
…
"What a waste of natural resources, this array plate should not be taken out." The Taoist with a Chinese character even sighed with emotion. He raised his sword and wiped it gently with a piece of linen cloth.
"Buzz——"
Ahead, a fairy light rose again.
This time, it was the second golden formation disk.
Comparable to the first piece.
This caused an uproar around him.
"What are these guys doing? Can these formation disks be taken out so easily?"
"This is a big fortune. Two array disks. If you have the ability to bring three -"
The third array disk appeared.
Then came the fourth and fifth pieces.
Eighteen formation disks were connected into a circle, and then in the middle, a formation disk with a radius of a hundred feet appeared.
The golden light on the formation disk was connected with the eighteen formation disks, turning into a golden light that covered the surrounding space.
Everyone's senses outside began to be muted and distorted, and they could only rely on their eyes to see.
At this moment, the surrounding city walls were speechless and sluggish.
Nineteen formation disks are connected, and the power of this formation cannot be broken even by Daluo Jinxian.
"Brother Ziyu, this descendant of your family is not an ordinary rich man..." Tutian Demon King's eyes fell on the formation with a sigh on his face.
"If this large formation is set up, it will take at least one hundred thousand fairy spirit stones a day."
"This kind of burning fairy spirit stone is not the style of your Sword Sect."
While talking, Demon King Tutian's eyes drifted towards Immortal Lord Yuhe.
Immortal Lord Yuhe belongs to the Taoist sect, and the Taoist sect cultivators under his command are usually considered luxurious.
But I’ve never seen anything so ostentatious.
As for sword cultivators, aren’t sword cultivators always the poorest?
"Hmph, we see the truth on the battlefield. If this formation is moved to the front line, it can be of some use. Here, hum." Immortal Lord Yu He snorted coldly and turned his head.
The golden light shield isolated the divine thoughts and the roar from the distant battlefield.
Suddenly, the sword sect elites who came with Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief.
"Senior Brother Han's handiwork is not ordinary..." Bai Tu, the thin Baiyue Sword Immortal of Zhantian Palace, chuckled and looked at the nineteen arrays in front of him.
This has exceeded all his net worth, including the sword in his hand that he received from Han Muye.
"Senior Brother Han is the Lord of Yunlan City. I inquired before coming here. Yunlan City is located in the wasteland, and its daily income is at least hundreds of millions." A disciple of the Sword Sect wearing a jade robe said softly: "These are golden thighs. …”
The array was erected, and there were another tents.
There is a small formation in each tent, which is connected to the big formation.
Each tent is fully equipped with various supplies and can accommodate six disciples.
Such extravagant and thoughtful preparations made those elites of the Sword Sect who were used to living a hard life a little uncomfortable.
Sword cultivation is accomplished with a sword in your hand.
Asking a group of sword sect elites to find the tent where they lived, Zhao Chen walked over with a smile.
"Brother, isn't this camp good?"
"I purchased it from Wuling Dao Sect. There are eight formations in each one."
Zhao Chen proudly stretched out his hand and pointed to the large ten-foot-wide tent in the middle of the front.
"Brother, that is your military tent."
Han Muye shook his head, turned to look at Bai Tu and others, and said, "They can fix it, so we don't need it, right?"
These words made several people's faces change.
…
"As expected of the Yunlan Sword Immortal." Yu Shuling, the golden and jade sword Immortal wearing a light red outfit, laughed, her eyes shining brightly.
Han Muye waved his hand, and several guards in black armor stepped forward.
Glancing at Zhao Chen, Han Muye said, "You guys will protect Brother Zhao as he walks around the city to get a feel for the situation."
These black-armored guards are all from the Moluo clan, and they need to contact their clansmen in Immortal Burial City.
It's just right to protect Zhao Chen for a walk in the city.
Then, a glint of sword light came from Han Muye's body: "The battlefield is ahead, how can you be willing not to take a look?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a flying rainbow.
Following behind him, Taoist Kuxu and others looked at each other and then turned into sword light.
The six sword lights left the formation and flew towards the battlefield.
"Good guy, are we about to go to the battlefield?" Someone whispered on the top of the city in the distance.
"Yes, I know I want to go to the battlefield to see it." Someone also said with a smile, with a hint of appreciation in his words.
Although the expressions on the faces of Han Muye and the other Immortal Lords remained unchanged, the halos in their eyes changed.
Han Muye and the others gave them a completely different look and feel when they arrived at Immortal Burial City.
He can withstand the sword of the Golden Immortal Spirit Sword, set up camp on his own, and have luxurious formations, including entering the battlefield directly at this time.
This does not seem to be something that the reinforcements could do in the past, nor is it the usual behavior of the Sword Sect disciples.
"Yunlan Sword Immortal? It's interesting." Tutian Demon King whispered softly, and his spiritual thoughts came out, following the sword light of Han Muye and the others to the battlefield in front of the Immortal Burial City.
Han Muye and the others' six rays of sword light pierced the sky, traveling thousands of miles in an instant.
But during their flight, they discovered that the further the sword light moved forward, the greater the pressure in the void became.
After three thousand miles, the sword light was suppressed and scattered, and it felt like it was difficult for the body to move forward.
Han Muye frowned slightly, and the others had extremely solemn expressions.
Han Muye has the power of the blood of divine beasts, his body is strong enough to fight against the immortals, and he can still withstand the pressure.
No one else has his physical strength.
"Senior Brother Han, is this the pressure of the divine barrier?" came the voice from Bai Tu following Han Muye.
Immortal Burial City spans two realms, and this power also changes from the immortal world to the divine world.
Between the barriers between the divine world and the fairy world, there is an irresistible pressure.
As he flew forward, not only did the pressure not lessen, the city walls on the ground were also broken into pieces, with few of them intact.
This is in contrast to the dilapidated but not broken city on the other side.
"The purpose of Immortal Burial City is to block strong enemies in this half. If those foreign warriors who have adapted to the extremely strong pressure are allowed to step into the immortal world, their combat power will probably soar." Wind Spirit Sword Immortal Su Jian said in a low voice.
This kind of pressure has seriously damaged their combat power.
On the other hand, a strong enemy that has been adapting to this kind of pressure rushes into the fairy world. The pressure disappears and the combat power is doubled. It will be a disaster.
"boom--"
A ray of light slashed down, cutting open the gray-red sky in front.
Through the knife marks, the scene outside the sky is also revealed.
A section of the blood-stained city wall, with only the jagged stone walls left in ruins.
One by one, black ten-foot-long war puppets were lined up at the top of the city, with cultivators in the middle.
The immortal light on these cultivators' bodies was dim, and they were covered with all kinds of broken armor and stomachs. They had weapons or magical treasures in their hands, and they were filled with the aura of blood evil.
…
Every blow is the most economical power.
Outside the city, there are shadows.
These illusory figures looked like the demons that Han Muye had seen before.
But it is obvious that the demons are far less powerful than these void aliens.
Each shadow flew as fast as the wind, and with a flash of its long claws, it left a bright long mark on the city.
If this blow could shatter space in the immortal world, it would be at least comparable to the Void Refining blow.
Such tyrannical shadows are densely packed outside the city, and there are countless them.
Interspersed among the shadows were tall aliens ten feet tall and covered in green and black armor.
He had a ferocious head and face, and in his hands was a broad-bladed sword several feet long, as well as a huge war hammer. Every time he swung it, the wind roared, as if tearing the heaven and earth apart.
Only the black war puppets can stop these powerful aliens. Immortal cultivators will retreat when they encounter them, not daring to take a direct blow.
If it were just these two alien races, the city would be dangerous but not full of dangers.
The most terrifying thing was the flash of sword light and magic.
Just like the sword that just cut open the sky, it was the figure standing in the void wearing a black robe.
As if sensing Han Muye's probing, the black-year alien holding a long knife raised his hand and grinned with the front finger of the knife.
His long sword flashed with blood and divine light.
Gods!
Han Muye had seen from the memory of those long swords that these alien races with divine light covering their bodies and ruthless attacks were the gods from the Zhoutian God Realm.
They look the same as human beings, but their cultivation methods are different. They are condensed with divinity, and their cultivation is measured by the power of divinity.
The protoss who cut through the void with that sword had a combat power equivalent to that of a golden immortal, but he was not considered a decent master among the protoss.
It is said that the God Clan has the kind of strong man who condenses the heart of the gods. His energy and energy are condensed into a bright star, which comes from the sky and destroys the world like a meteor.
To deal with such a strong man who can destroy the world with one strike, it is necessary to gather the power of the entire Immortal Burial City.
"That's the frontline battlefield." Qingshui Sword Immortal Chen Sishui whispered, the long sword in his hand shining brightly.
Although the others were silent, fighting spirit was already welling up in their bodies.
Come on, let's fight.
Han Muye moved and flew out of the sky.
The sword lights on the five sword immortals behind him formed a line.
Sword array.
"Boy, be careful."
In the void, the voice of the Spiritual Sword Golden Immortal came.
The sound was like gold and iron clashing, but it was filled with concern.
"Be good, even the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal has spoken out to take care of you. Who is this person?"
"It seems like a sword cultivator. Reinforcements have arrived recently, right?"
There are many spiritual thoughts intertwining on top of the city.
More spiritual thoughts shrouded Han Muye and the others.
There are human races, demon races, alien races, and gods.
Stepping out of the sky, endless blood-evil energy and resentment intertwined, and the extremely heavy pressure of heaven and earth crashed down.
Six sword lights fell on the city head.
They finally understood why they needed combat power above that of Celestial Immortal Lianxu to go to the frontline battlefield.
Without this kind of fighting power, even the coercion cannot be withstood, and even the blood evil energy cannot be resisted.
Then coming here is to die.
When Han Muye and the others arrived at the city's head, the black-armored puppets around them took the initiative to give up about three feet of space.
"Get closer, don't rush forward, retreat if you can't stop it, the God-Slaying War Puppet will fill the gap." A cultivator who was covered in black robes with no visible lines and a spear in his hand turned around and whispered. One sentence.
…
Around him were scattered fragments of divine condensation.
"Don't be in a hurry to pick up these things. Be careful of the remnant souls and the dark monsters that sneak up on you." The black-robed cultivator said as he raised his gun and shot away the sudden appearance of the shadow.
This is the Dark Monster.
There was also a Taoist priest on the other side who was holding a long banner. He didn't speak, but just moved a little step closer to the three-foot gap between Han Muye and the others.
Han Muye nodded and said softly: "Thank you very much."
He held a long sword in his hand and dragged the sword's edge against the bluestone at the top of the city step by step.
The blade of the sword rubbed, leaving a long mark.
The other five sword immortals did not need to speak, they all moved forward slowly in tacit agreement.
"brush--"
A black shadow appeared in front of Han Muye, and its long black claws clawed at the top of his head.
It has blood-colored eyes, small openings, a pointed face, and tiny fangs in its mouth.
Han Muye raised his head and faced the dark beast.
He did not raise the sword in his hand.
"Canglang——"
A sword light pierced out from his shoulder, blocking the long claws that were grabbing at the top of his head.
The sword of Baiyue Sword Immortal Bai Tu.
"stop--"
A sword was slashed from Han Muye's back and swept towards the neck of the dark monster.
The sword of the Wind Spirit Sword Immortal Su Jian.
Quietly, a sword appeared on the dark monster's vest and slashed hard.
Qingliu Sword Immortal, Chen Sishui.
Attack with three swords.
Guarded by two swords.
Han Muye held the sword in his hand and did not move.
"Snapped--"
The dark monster's long claws were shattered, there was a sword mark on its neck, and its vest was pierced.
A ball of gray divinity the size of a fingernail fell and broke into several smaller beads.
"The cooperation is good. It seems that you are familiar with it." The Taoist holding a long banner beside him whispered.
Not far away from the city, many immortal cultivators turned their heads slightly and looked this way.
The coordination between these swords is amazing.
"That's right. As long as you hold on to this level of combat power and don't fight with the Immortal Killers and the Gods, you can survive." A big man wearing iron armor and holding a three-pointed two-edged spear in his hand rubbed his chin and whispered.
"The Sword Sect has finally sent some decent disciples." Another old man holding a golden gourd in his hand, with flames spitting out from the gourd, whispered. Just as he was about to speak again, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Crazy, are you crazy?"
"This, this is courting death!"
In everyone's eyes, Han Muye took one step forward, stepped on the broken beads, turned them into powder, and then took another step out of the city.
Out of town!
"Come back quickly!"
"Once you leave the city, you will be surrounded by dark monsters!"
"Be careful, the Immortal Killer is targeting you!"
On top of the city, screams came one after another.
Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, not looking at the flying shadows or the giant man wielding a sledgehammer flying towards him. He just raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the black-faced protoss holding a long sword.
"I'm here." He whispered, and the sword in Han Muye's hand shone with sword light that shone far and wide.
Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange
