Patriarch?
Han Muye nodded.
This is what he was waiting for.
Beside Han Muye, the young man also nodded.
Zhang Yu had a smile on his face, raised his hand, and stabbed the portrait in front of him with his sword.
Above the portrait, a sword energy knocked open the sword's edge and opened a foot-wide doorway.
In the courtyard, there was a trace of sword energy flashing.
A series of green steps protruded from the courtyard.
Zhang Yu turned around with a solemn look on his face.
"Whether you can be recognized by the ancestors and inherit the swordsmanship depends on your talents and luck."
After saying that, he took a step back and bowed slightly toward the doorway in front of him.
Han Muye straightened his clothes, held his hands towards Zhang Yu, then stepped out and stood on the stone steps.
As he stepped onto the stone steps, Han Muye could feel the power of the kendo artistic conception coming from the stone steps hitting him.
This power was like a sword piercing his heart.
It's been a long time since I had this feeling of fighting against a swordsman.
He felt his blood boil.
This feeling is very similar to the way the sword energy entered the body when I stepped into the sword pavilion.
Behind him, the young man who was fighting with Han Muye stepped onto the stone steps, his face pale slightly.
"My name is Xu Cheng, remember, I am the senior brother."
Xu Cheng whispered in his mouth and took another step forward.
Strong sword energy burst out from his body, and the sword in his hand kept slashing out, as if he was fighting with others.
Han Muye knew that Xu Cheng was fighting the sword energy rushing into his body.
This confrontation process is the process of understanding the way of swordsmanship.
Only by combining the sharpness of the sword can the power of the sword energy be resolved and then transformed into one's own sword.
Xu Cheng's swordsmanship talent was indeed extraordinary. In front of Han Muye, he walked forward quickly and stepped onto the stone steps step by step.
With every step he took, the sharp cold light on the sword in his hand became stronger.
Ten steps forward, Xu Cheng was already surrounded by sword energy, and the sword intent was rising behind him.
"Let's go."
Going up another level, Xu Cheng turned around and looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he put away his sword.
He moved lightly, stepping on the stone steps in front of him.
The kendo power in the stone steps poured into his body, and was instantly resolved by him.
This level of sword intent is nothing to him.
"tread--"
"tread--"
Step by step, Han Muye surpassed Xu Cheng in just a few breaths.
This speed made Xu Cheng's eyes widen.
"you--"
Xu Cheng whispered.
"Let's go." Han Muye said calmly and passed by him.
As he moved forward, Han Muye could feel the sword intent passing under his feet getting stronger and stronger.
It seemed that the sword was responding to his own provocation.
Han Muye looked up at the stone steps that seemed to have no top, and his feet were a little faster.
Behind him, Xu Cheng gritted his teeth, held his sword, and pursued with all his strength.
Unfortunately, when he looked up again, Han Muye had disappeared.
"Is this guy so strong..."
Xu Cheng whispered to himself, a trace of frustration flashed across his face.
At this time, Han Muye's speed was extremely fast and he had already stepped onto the thousand stone steps.
On the stone steps, his clothes were fluttering in the wind, like an immortal ascending to heaven.
Endless sword light swirled around him, and then condensed into the shadow of a long sword.
The sword light flashed, and every time it flashed, he stepped on ten steps.
"boom--"
There was a roar, and a giant sword slashed down above his head.
The sword light was bright, carrying tens of millions of oppressive power, as if it was going to cut his body into pieces.
Looking at Jianfeng, Han Muye raised his hand a little.
"when--"
The green sword energy collided with the edge of the giant sword and then shattered.
The world in front of him directly smashed open a damaged place, and a golden light tore it apart.
The golden gate appeared in front of him.
"I haven't seen a sword cultivator from the ancient universe for countless years..."
There was a voice coming from the courtyard, with sighs and emotions.
Han Muye stepped into the entrance hall and saw an old man with white beard wearing a green robe sitting in the empty hall in front of him.
This old man looks like the portrait hanging in the lobby of Lu Yue Sword Hall.
Patriarch Lu Yue.
"Han Muye, a junior swordsman from the ancient universe, has met senior Lu Yue."
Han Muye bowed and saluted Lu Yue in front of him.
In any case, this Patriarch Lu Yue is a senior figure who came here from the ancient universe.
"Yes." Lu Yue looked Han Muye up and down, then nodded and said: "It is indeed extraordinary, the sword intention is stable, the soul is clear, and the most rare thing is that the physical body has reached a state that I can't even see through."
"I remember that in the ancient universe, only a few overlord beasts had such bodies."
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he lowered his head slightly.
It seems that this person was also a top powerhouse back then.
I just don’t know why only the remnant soul is left here.
Seemingly seeing through what Han Muye was thinking, Patriarch Lu Yue smiled and waved his hand: "Do you think I am a remnant soul?"
"Actually, this is just a mark I left in Qing Tianxiang's memory."
"Millions of years ago, I cut through this void, shattered the Galaxy God Realm, and left this universe."
Ancestor Lu Yue’s words were filled with pride.
Cut through the void and shatter the Galaxy God Realm?
Han Muye looked up and saw endless brilliance in Lu Yue's eyes.
"Since you are a junior sword cultivator from the ancient universe, I have to give you a big gift."
"It depends on how many you can catch."
Ancestor Lu Yue's figure slowly disappeared, and his voice echoed in front of Han Muye.
"I remember that in the ancient universe, the only person in the world who could draw a sword in front of me was a sword formation practitioner."
"My sword is different."
Sword array.
The end of Han Muye's swordsmanship is to form a formation with swords, turning them into a formation that can crush everything in the world.
Kill the immortal, trap the immortal, and destroy the immortal.
When three swords are combined into one, and another sword is gathered together, it becomes the most powerful sword formation in the world.
"boom--"
Above Han Muye's head, a sword light condensed.
In this sword light, there was a sword shadow that was so huge that it seemed to cut the galaxy in an instant.
This sword can't be stopped!
In Han Muye's mind and mind, three sword lights appeared directly, turning into three soaring swords that kept intertwining and rotating.
But this sword array couldn't block the sword above his head.
The sword light left by Patriarch Lu Yue can actually cut through the rules of the void.
What kind of sword is this?
Han Muye had encountered countless strong swordsmen and great practitioners in his life, but none of them could strike out with such a sword.
Any prehistoric level or cosmic level is a joke in front of a sword like this.
This level of swordsmanship is invincible!
This is sword cultivation!
Han Muye's eyes were filled with endless energy, and he raised the sword in his hand.
The sword in his hand is dark, revealing mystery and agility.
This is the sword transformed from his true spirit bone, a cosmic-level divine weapon that is a collection of hundreds of divine patterns.
This sword can enter the sword formation.
The sword light moved and merged with the Killing Immortal, Trapping Immortal, and Absolute Immortal.
Four sword lights appeared, and all directions were instantly determined.
The surrounding void was directly frozen.
"The power of the four images..."
Han Muye whispered in his mouth, raised his hand to point out, his whole body was covered with sword light.
"It's not the power of the Four Symbols, but the Heaven-Slaying and Jedi-Destroying Formation!"
As his words fell, the four sword lights shattered and turned into a huge sword with overwhelming killing intent.
This giant sword is completely blue-grey in color, with countless divine patterns on it extending criss-crossing to the sword's edge.
The huge sword hanging in the air collided with the chopped long sword.
The roaring sound made Han Muye instantly lost.
At this moment, he seemed to be in a jungle with countless swords.
Every sword light around him can cut through the world in front of him.
That sword had a brilliant halo that caused the world to collapse.
He held out his hand, holding a sword.
"I have been practicing swordplay since I was three years old, and killing people at five years old. I have only swordsmanship in my life, but..."
The sword light flashed and the sword shattered.
"There are many ways to practice in the world, but I am only obsessed with swordsmanship. It's a pity..."
The white hair is blurry, and the lingering sound is lingering.
"I have a sword that can fight against the gods. If the sword comes -"
Sword light and fairy light collide, ants are ants after all.
"In this life, I will stop thinking about practicing swordsmanship..."
He threw away his sword, picked up his pen, and changed his clothes. There was only a broken sword hidden at the bottom of the bookshelf.
…
A sword is a story.
A sword is a life.
A sword is a sword cultivator.
Han Muye held a sword in his hand, and that sword told the endless regrets in the world.
Sword cultivators seem to be carefree, but in fact they are shaken in their hearts.
"boom--"
The two swords above Han Muye's head collided and continued to merge, eventually turning into a pair of black and white long swords that intertwined and rotated.
Things in the world are never complete and can only be described.
"I pursue countless universes, just to find the end of the sword."
"Maybe one day I will be tired and return to the prehistoric universe."
"I don't know, at that time, how many sword cultivators there were..."
Lu Yue's voice dispersed.
Above Han Muye's head, two long swords shattered.
The sword light dispersed into his divine possession.
Immortal Killing Sword.
The ultimate sword.
Trap the Immortal Sword.
There is also a blue and white jade long sword.
This sword does not have the killing intention that other swords should have, nor does it have a magnificent sword light.
This sword carries endless vitality.
"There is life and death in the sword."
Holding the black sword in his hand, Han Muye whispered.
He turned around and looked at the world behind him.
Over there, a young man holding a sword in his hand was still walking quickly.
Unfortunately, he never had the chance.
This world does not exist, how can we step into it?
Not only this world, but the entire city is actually nothingness.
In front of Han Muye, all the scenes began to fade.
A large city slowly collapsed and died.
The soldiers talking in low voices at the city gate.
Practitioners running quickly on the street.
In the sword hall, Zhu Yangsheng was sitting on the stone steps of the small courtyard.
Also, Zhang Yu was standing in the lobby of the sword hall, looking up at the front.
Everyone, everything, turned into nothingness.
The only thing that hadn't melted away was Xu Cheng, who was standing on the stone steps with a trace of regret on his face.
"Hey, I wanted to see the world again."
Xu Cheng whispered in his mouth, and his body shape changed.
"The Sword God Lu Yue was able to crush half of the Galaxy God Territory with one man's power back then."
"The swordsmanship that even the strongest in the universe cannot face directly."
Xu Cheng looked around with regret, a layer of cyan armor appeared on his body, and the long sword in his hand turned into a light cyan spear.
Han Muye had seen this image before.
Saw it from a piece of armor.
Among the pieces of armor Nalan Xu gave him, a battle gun was flying in the hands of a cosmic powerhouse.
"My name is Xu Cheng, from God's Domain."
"When the Sword God Lu Yue swept across the Divine Realm, I was seriously injured and could only hide here to recuperate."
"I never thought anyone would find this place."
In Xu Cheng's hand, the cyan war gun was pointed at Han Muye.
The coldness coming from the tip of the spear directly froze the layers of void.
"You know, I can't let people know that I am cultivating here."
Xu Cheng looked calm on his face and said calmly: "So, you can only die."
die.
After the words fell, the spear stabbed out.
The void exploded directly, revealing a black glare.
The spear tip pierced out from the void and pierced Han Muye's chest.
He is not a cosmic-level warrior, but he is already at the peak of the prehistoric level.
Han Muye raised the long sword in his hand and slashed it down.
On the sword's edge, forty divine patterns shine.
The power of the divine pattern combined with the light of the sword, and then hit the war gun.
The war gun only vibrated slightly, and Han Muye's figure retreated toward the rear.
Universe level.
Too strong.
Even if he had a cosmic-level warrior in his hands, a prehistoric battle armor, and the power of a prehistoric overlord, he could only block one shot.
Han Muye looked solemn.
He admitted that he underestimated the true combat power of the cosmic powerhouse.
"Buzz——"
Above his head, black and white swords appeared.
Lu Yue's sword of life was transformed by his own swordsmanship, black, and the sword of death.
The cycle of life and death is the pinnacle of the rules in the world.
"Good means."
Xu Cheng shouted low and thrust out the spear again.
Han Muye slashed and stabbed with his two swords above his head, and each flew out.
The slashed sword hit the spear.
The thrust sword hit Xu Cheng.
The energy and blood on Han Muye's body condensed into a beam of light. This blow was the culmination of his lifelong swordsmanship.
To fight against the cosmic level, of course you have to do your best.
"boom--"
The sword light and the spear point all dispersed.
Han Muye stood there with a pale face.
Ahead, Xu Cheng's figure disappeared.
"Haha, swordsmanship is really amazing."
"It's a pity that my prey today is not you. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind having fun with you."
Xu Cheng's voice dispersed.
Han Muye stood there, sword light shining around him.
In front of him, a golden ball of light appeared and gathered.
Stretching out his hand to hold the ball of light, surprise flashed across Han Muye's face.
He recognized this thing.
He was in charge for a while.
Life Soul Formation Base.
The base of a large city.
Holding the Life Soul Formation Base, the sword intent revealed in his hand matched it.
There was a call and desire in the Life Soul Formation.
Han Muye pondered for a moment, and endless divine soul power, sword power, and fairy spirit energy were poured into the base of the Life Soul Formation.
He has plenty of resources and is not afraid.
With the infusion of resources, the power in the Life Soul Formation Base becomes more profound and surging.
"boom--"
The surrounding world shook, and the huge war elephant that had been lying on the ground slowly stood up.
Qingtianxiang.
This life soul formation base is transformed from the soul of Qing Tianxiang.
Looking at Qing Tianxiang who stood up, Han Muye sensed his thoughts.
"If one day you can go to the prehistoric universe, take me there."
"I want to see what the prehistoric world in the master's words is like."
"Even if the remaining soul collapses, I am still willing."
Qing Tianxiang's soul has been turned into a formation base, and its body can only be regarded as an empty shell.
Just like fighting a puppet.
It is considered a refining item.
Even if this Qingtianxiang can go to the ancient times, it will only be this body.
The soul cannot be combined with the body.
"good."
Han Muye nodded.
Below, Qingtian Xiang's figure dissipated, and then appeared under the silent boulder mountain.
The boulder mountain was lifted up by the body of the war elephant and crashed into the space ahead.
"Bang——"
The space shattered, and in the void ahead, several divine beasts and prehistoric level experts surrounded Lu Zixu under the command of Xu Cheng.
The void shattered, and everyone turned back to look at the giant elephant rushing into it.
There is also Han Muye standing on top of the city with his sword shining brightly.
"Senior Lu, do you want to help?"
Han Muye raised his head and looked at the embarrassed Lu Zixu.
