The sword and the body are connected by blood, and the sword at this time is the real sword.
When the sword was slashed out, the sword's light combined with the body's blood, stimulating endless potential.
Within a thousand miles, clouds and waves gather and disperse.
"What a sword!"
"Good swordsman!"
"happy!"
No matter what kind of demon cultivator he is, no matter what kind of powerful enemy he is.
With one sword slash, it was Yun Dan Feng Qing.
Thousands of demon cultivators stood before this sword, either vomiting blood and retreating, or having their muscles and bones shattered.
"Xu Wu, thank you for sharpening your sword." With the long sword flying across the air, Xu Wu looked at Han Muye and bowed.
On the other side, Yu Sheng also returned with a sword. Although he said nothing, the expression on his face said everything.
At this moment, the remaining seventy sword cultivators on the stone cliff all had their eyes flashing.
Regardless of Yu Sheng or Xu Wu, among the seventy-two of them, they are not truly strong.
But just like that, the methods the two of them showed today were already extremely powerful.
It wasn't because Yu Sheng and Xu Wu's strength had greatly improved, but because the swords in their hands matched their combat prowess and cultivation, making them seem completely transformed.
"What a good idea..."
On the mountains in the distance, an old man wearing a green robe looked at Han Muye who was sitting cross-legged on the cliff with a look of emotion on his face, and whispered softly.
Behind the old man, there were at least thirty practitioners with tall and straight bodies and an aura as dignified as the abyss.
"Uncle Master, if Han Muye improves the combat power of others by sharpening his sword, what benefits will he gain himself?"
A middle-aged man carrying a long sword looked at the old man in green robe and spoke in a deep voice.
Nothing in this world comes for free.
Han Muye has been sharpening his sword all the way, so there is no way he would just want nothing.
"Sharpening a sword naturally has the advantage of sharpening it." The old man in green robe narrowed his eyes and looked at the demon cultivators who had regrouped under the cliff.
"It's just that for us sword cultivators, watching this improvement in swordsmanship is also useful."
"Anyway, I will never give my sword into anyone's hands."
The old man's words made everyone behind him nod.
Even if Han Muye's sword sharpening was useful for improving the sword, so what?
The sword is the life of the sword cultivator.
How can you put your life in human hands?
"boom--"
Under the cliff, the reassembled demonic energy condensed into a thousand-foot demon god.
The demon held a spear in his hand and rushed towards the cliff.
Han Muye raised his hand, and long swords flew out from the black sword box.
The sword light coincides with the sword cultivators around him.
These swords, which had been kept in his sword box for at least three years, seemed to have their own spirituality at this time.
This spirituality comes from the sword itself, and even more from the sharpening in the sword box.
In fact, this sword has the shadow of its owner.
That kind of connection between soul, energy, and blood is of great benefit to the improvement of swordsmanship.
This is practice.
This is mind cultivation.
This is sword training!
They had not touched their own swords for at least three years. Now that the sword was in their hands, everyone felt their hearts shake.
At this moment, holding the sword in hand, they will never be separated again.
"boom--"
Among the cliffs, a giant sword soaring to the sky emerged.
The long sword cut down directly with indomitable power.
This sword chopped into pieces the flowing clouds, the mountains, and the rivers of heaven and earth.
Cut off the demon in front with one sword.
"What a sword!"
In the main hall of Liantian Sect, the old men in front of the light curtain had smiles on their faces.
If it is said that when Han Muye ran away, what outsiders saw was his talent.
So in this journey of sharpening his sword, what outsiders see is his understanding of practice and life.
Good talent is just the foundation, the foundation.
Only when one's state of mind is truly high can one take a long-term path to spiritual practice.
"boom--"
As the demon god's body collapsed, each of the demon practitioners vomited blood and retreated in defeat.
Han Muye did not leave Mojian Cliff, but held the black sword box in his hand and sat cross-legged without moving.
Seventy-two sword protectors stand on the left and right, and the swords in their hands are in harmony with their own way.
Han Muye's body was surrounded by endless sword light.
This sword light is both unfamiliar and familiar to the sword cultivators around him.
One of these sword lights seems to have been used by them before.
But if you look more carefully, it seems that this sword light is not something that you have practiced and practiced.
They didn't know that the sword light around Han Muye was the sword they had learned with the help of the sword box.
This black sword box reads the memories in all the swords, and then turns them into Han Muye's own memory images.
Slowly comprehending these scenes, he seemed to have watched others cultivate for a lifetime.
Unknowingly, he seemed to have been practicing for countless years and countless lifetimes with the help of the sword box.
This feeling was not unfamiliar to him at all.
This is his way of understanding swordsmanship.
"call out--"
In the distant sky, a sword light spanned the sky and the earth.
"Mulanshan Xu Zhiyu meets Mr. Han Muye."
"According to the order of the family ancestor, Xu Zhiyu is willing to practice under Mr. Han of Mojianya for a thousand years."
As soon as he finished speaking, a slender young swordsman stood under the cliff with a long sword in his hand.
Han Muye on the cliff opened his eyes and raised his hand.
The sword held in the young man's hand flew into his hand, and then the sword box was opened and the long sword was put into it.
"A thousand years is too long, just a hundred years."
Han Muye's voice sounded.
century.
After a hundred years, he will return this sword.
Xu Zhiyu showed joy on his face and raised his fist towards the cliff.
On other mountains, many people looked at each other.
I thought that Han Muye had already reached his limit by recruiting 72 accompanying guardians.
Now it seems that he actually intends to accept Taoists again.
"Wu Teng Zong Zhao Jusheng has met Mr. Han."
"Yu Fei of Huaxu Sword Sect, pays homage to Mr. Han."
Voices rang out one after another, and each sword cultivator flew down the cliff.
A month later, there were already three thousand sword cultivators under the cliff.
These sword cultivators are all willing to practice under Han Muye, serving as his protectors while studying the way of swordsmanship with other strong swordsmen.
This Mojian Cliff is not a kendo sect, but it is like a kendo sect.
After a month of retreat, Han Muye finally appeared in front of everyone.
Looking at the sword cultivators up and down the mountain, he raised his hand a little.
"Zhu Wushou, you go to the foot of the mountain and challenge ten games."
"Du Chenggu, go down the mountain with your sword and fight ten times before coming back."
…
After a while, sword light shot up and down the cliff.
Han Muye did not sharpen his sword alone at Mojian Cliff.
Mojian Cliff is not just about sharpening swords.
It's also annoying.
For the compatibility of swords and people, not only the sword needs to be improved, but the person's cultivation, realm, and perception also need to be improved.
"It turns out that this is the real Mojian Cliff..."
In the void, someone whispered softly.
The sword light from up and down the Mojian Cliff converged, causing the heaven and earth to shake.
This forced the Liantian Sect to send another person to set up a large formation to protect the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in this area.
We can’t let Mojian Cliff be destroyed, right?
Since Han Muye wants to leave a cliff behind, he must protect the cliff from being smashed by sword energy and sword intent.
One year.
Han Muye stayed in Mojian Cliff for a year.
During this year, the seventy-two sword cultivators on Mojian Cliff took turns fighting, competing with the three thousand sword cultivators at the foot of the mountain.
With swords with matching spiritual attributes in hand, the combat power of these seventy-two sword cultivators continues to increase.
A sword sharpens a sword.
As for the three thousand sword cultivators at the foot of the mountain, although the sword in hand was given to Han Muye, their combat power has been greatly improved within a year.
They are already looking forward to how powerful they will become when their sword returns.
There are seventy-two on the mountain and three thousand at the foot of the mountain. As for the hundred-mile radius outside Mojian Cliff, Han Muye doesn't know how many sword cultivators have come.
Anyway, the daily battle of swordsmanship will be observed by countless people.
Han Muye didn't care, he was willing to meet even those who wanted to see him.
It's just that this year, no one can come in front of him.
For the vast majority of sword practitioners, it is enough to witness the battle between those seventy-two strong men and three thousand sword practitioners.
Even if you want to stand in front of Master Han, you must have this qualification.
A year later, Han Muye finally walked down the cliff.
Before leaving, he left three big characters "Mojian Cliff" on the cliff.
When he and the other sword cultivators left, everyone looked at the three big characters that looked like swords piercing their hearts.
Among these three words, there are lines of sword intent that will remain for a long time.
With this word, they can practice at Mojian Cliff for a long time.
"Mojian Cliff, what a good name." Three days after Han Muye and the others left, a Taoist wearing a blue-gray robe flew down, looked at the big characters in front of him, and whispered softly.
"Tiantian Sect, Han Muye." The Taoist turned his head and looked at the direction Han Muye and the others were leaving. His figure moved and turned into a shadow.
Han Muye and his group of more than 3,000 people left Mojian Cliff and went straight to the Liantian Sect without stopping.
The strong support personnel sent by the Liantian Sect also led them directly to the Liantian Sect.
Countless powerful people in the world know that when Han Muye returns, the reputation of the Liantian Sect will definitely rise to a higher level.
With the way this man has been sharpening his sword for ten years and brought back three thousand sword cultivators, he will definitely become a giant in the world of weapon refining in the future.
"Welcome to the return of Senior Brother Han." On the distant mountain peak, a team of Tianlian Sect bowed down.
Han Muye nodded slightly and rode a ray of light forward.
After walking another hundred miles, another group of practitioners bowed on the mountain peak: "We sincerely welcome Senior Brother Han back to the mountain gate."
Three thousand miles in a row, everyone welcomes you.
Not even a sect elder can have such cards.
This is the importance given to the peerless geniuses in the sect.
"boom--"
When Han Muye arrived outside the mountain gate of Liantian Sect, he suddenly heard the sound of rolling clouds and thunder behind him.
In the Liantian Sect's main hall, the sect leader Duan Tianfeng's expression changed and he flew out.
"Set up the formation!"
Following his low shout, the endless stream of light between heaven and earth gathered and turned into a huge cauldron of five thousand feet.
The flames in the cauldron rose and turned into thousands of light pillars.
Just when these thousand light pillars rose, they seemed to be suppressed by some kind of force.
The sword light flashed and the thunder light shone.
"Senior, why are you kidding me about the Tianlian Sect?" Duan Tianfeng gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice.
How many people in the world are there who can suppress his Tianlian Sect formation with the power of swordsmanship?
Zhu Xuyuan, who was following Han Muye, took a step forward, the sword light around his body and the sword in his hand combined.
"Stab-"
A sword light slashed out.
As soon as the sword light appeared, the surrounding void began to vibrate, as if he was afraid of being torn into pieces by the sword.
"True Heavenly Sword, not bad."
"It's a pity that you only restored the memory of Zhentian Sword, but you are not the real Zhu Zhentian."
There was a sound in the void, and then a green sword light collided with the sword light struck by Zhu Xuyuan.
Zhu Xuyuan was shocked and his eyes widened.
His sword light was chopped into pieces!
How can it be?
He is Zhu Zhentian, one of the top ten sword ancestors in the world.
Even though the sword has not regained its full power and his own cultivation is not enough, he is still the ancestor of the sword.
Is there anyone in the world who can suppress the Sword Ancestor with the power of the sword?
have.
"You. You are Lu Yue Sword God!"
Zhu Xuyuan shouted excitedly.
Why did he lose his soul back then and exchange souls with Zhentian Sword?
Isn't it because he was defeated at the hands of Lu Yue Sword God?
The top ten sword ancestors in the world, together, are no match for Lu Yue Sword God.
It is precisely because of this that the ten great sword ancestors do not dare to be too arrogant in the world of practice.
Because they were defeated by one person.
Lu Yue Sword God.
"Lu Yue Sword God? It's him!" Above the Liantian Sect, Duan Tianfeng had a stern look on his face.
Behind him, the powerful men from the Tian Lian Sect were all looking nervously ahead.
A Taoist priest in his fifties wearing a gray Taoist robe and a simple face came slowly.
This is the one who appeared under Mojian Cliff before.
As the Taoist moved forward step by step, the surrounding world seemed to be imprisoned.
No one can move an inch anymore.
This is the power of the Sword God!
The god of swordsmanship can suppress heaven and earth.
Han Muye looked at the Sword God Lu Yue walking towards him step by step, with a smile on his face.
Lu Yue Sword God, a strong man who came out of the ancient universe and roamed countless universes!
This man once wielded a sword in the Galaxy Divine Realm and cut off the galaxy with one sword.
This man is the most powerful man in the world, a master of swordsmanship!
"Han Muye, a descendant of the Great Desolate World, has met the Sword God Senior."
Although Han Muye's voice was loud, only one person could hear it.
Because the world was suppressed at this time, only the advancing Sword God Lu Yue could hear.
"Prehistoric..."
Lu Yue Sword God showed a trace of nostalgia on his face and nodded lightly.
Looking at Han Muye in front of him, Lu Yue Sword God raised his hand and waved.
"boom--"
The rotation of heaven and earth is like the blending of sun and moon, and the growth of all things.
kendo.
All of this is the avenue of swords.
Han Muye reached out and opened the sword box behind his back, letting all the sword spirit in front of him pour into it.
The originally black and ugly sword box began to change.
Lines of spiritual light shine from it, turning into mysterious and simple patterns.
Every pattern is a avenue of swords.
But the torrent of swordsmanship in front of him was so thick and broad that it seemed endless.
The halo on the sword box was so bright that it seemed to burst.
Han Muye managed to maintain the sword box, and then all the power in his body was poured into it and intertwined.
In his hand, a flame rose.
The flames enveloped the sword box, quickly refining and improving it.
If it is not refined and reinforced, the sword box will not be able to carry the sword intention of Lu Yue Sword God and will directly collapse.
The sword intent is infused, and the sword box is repaired and refined.
No matter how the sword is flowing, it can be carried by the sword box.
At this moment, Han Muye's sword light and flames merged, soaring into the sky and into the sun.
"Something capable." Lu Yue Sword God's eyes flashed, he pondered for a moment, raised his hand, and a small pale golden sword appeared in the palm of his hand.
"Then let me see if you can catch the power of my immortal-killing flying sword."
The sword light flashed and fell into the sword box.
At this moment, Han Muye's complexion turned pale!
(End of chapter)
