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Donghai Jianxiu, gathered for millions of miles, came with the might of a sword.

Half a month ago, Jin Jialin and Dayan Daoist who was far away in the East China Sea sent messages to Jiange.

The Donghai Jiaolong clan, a peerless arrogance, Qing Ao, the third prince of the Donghai Dragon Palace, went to the western border to challenge Han Muye.

The Jiaolong family has a strong bloodline, and cultivation does not require much experience, and there are very few swordsmanship skills.

But Qing Ao was an exception.

As the third prince of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, Qing Ao has access to the best cultivation resources in the East China Sea.

This third prince has an unparalleled talent for cultivation. He overwhelmed the younger generation of the Jiaolong clan, and he became the number one master of the younger generation when he was still a minor.

Then he walked out of the Dragon Palace and challenged the place where the human race lived.

There are countless sword cultivators in the East China Sea. After defeating dozens of sword cultivators with his combat power, the third prince of Jiaolong felt bored and learned swordsmanship.

After ten years of sword training, he chose a kendo master when he succeeded.

In the next hundred years, Qing Ao was a frequent visitor to the Five Great Sword Sects of the East China Sea.

According to the care of Yuanlong, he and Qing Ao have compared swords, this person is really strong in combat.

In terms of swordsmanship, this Qing Ao can be ranked in the top 50 among young people in the East China Sea.

But with the physical strength that overwhelms everything, and the strong blood pressure that radiates from his body when the battle is in full swing, Qing Ao’s swordsmanship can be ranked in the top ten among the younger generation of Donghai.

The message from Jin Jialin was brief, that is, Qing Ao of the East China Sea Jiaolong Clan was coming to challenge Han Muye, and he hoped that Han Muye would take care of the alliance between the Jiaolong Clan and the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

I don’t know what kind of care this is.

Dayan Daoist’s communication is much more detailed.

Qing Ao was in retreat a few years ago, and he didn’t know about Mo Yuan’s challenge to the East China Sea.

When he left the customs and went to the Cangshan Sword Sect to challenge Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan had been sealed for ten years and was ready to raise it.

Qing Ao was very unwilling not to fight Mo Yuan.

Seeing that he would not leave, Mo Yuan stood on Cangshan Island where the Cangshan Sword Sect was located and slashed a sword from the distance.

A sword traversed thousands of miles, beheaded dozens of black turtle monsters, and split an island with a radius of 100 miles.

This sword suppressed Qing Ao.

Then, Qing Ao was about to bow down to Mo Yuan’s door.

The Cangshan Sword Sect strongly supported the fact that the core descendants of the Jiaolong clan worshiped under Mo Yuan’s sect.

Mo Yuan hesitated for a long time and said that Han Muye was the only one under his sect.

If Qing Ao wanted to worship at his door, he would need to meet Han Muye and obtain Han Muye’s consent.

Therefore, Qing Ao came to the Western Xinjiang.

He went retrograde all the way, gathering momentum with clouds and water, and when he left the East China Sea, he had become the true meaning of kendo, and the sword light pierced the air.

Across the Southern Wilderness, the waves traveled for hundreds of miles, and the sword light pierced through things and could be seen for thousands of miles.

Entering the western border, one step at a time, the sword will condense and become a general trend.

Qing Ao didn’t come to ask Han Muye’s opinion.

He came to get the sword to get Han Muye to agree, and even had an opinion on the identity of Han Muye, Mo Yuan’s number one disciple.

Mr. Mo Yuan is so skilled with swordsmanship, what does it mean that Han Muye does not accompany the East China Sea, but shrinks on the Jiuxuan Mountain?

Qing Ao came to the Western Border. If Han Muye could pick him up, he would take Han Muye to the East China Sea and serve in front of Mr. Mo Yuan.

If he could take a few more swords, he would like to meet Han Muye’s peers.

As for Han Muye’s ability to catch a sword or defeat him, he never thought about it.

If you can’t catch a sword, why should you consider it?

As for the sword that can defeat his Qingao, in the entire East China Sea, few people can do it, right?

What’s more, Xijiang?

Not only Qing Ao thought this way, but also the hundreds of sword cultivators who had followed Qing Ao all the way from the East China Sea.

The power of a million miles of retrograde movement, who can stop this sword?

“Boom-”

On Jiuxuan Mountain, a bell rang melodiously.

A light curtain rose.

On the mountain, one after another sword light rushed into the sky.

Since Jiu Xuan Jianmen became the number one in Western Xinjiang, in the past two years, experts in the sect have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

This is the result of the superposition of luck and the accumulation of resources.

As the No. 1 sect in Western Xinjiang, those disciples felt a sense of abandoning me.

At these critical moments, the vigor of the heart can make it easy for practitioners to break through the bottleneck.

On the other hand, those small sects and even loose cultivators encountered bottlenecks and were timid in their hearts, but they were even more wasted and unable to break through.

Han Muye walked to the ninth-floor stone steps in front of the sword pavilion, and the disciples on the bluestone square were busy bowing and giving salutes.

“Senior Brother Han, I lost.” Yang Mingxuan cupped his hands and said softly.

Han Muye waved his hand.

How could Yang Mingxuan’s current combat power be defeated by these Zhongzhou Jianxiu who came to challenge him.

It was just arranged by Han Muye before.

Yang Mingxuan’s combat power is so strong that he can fight even at the half-step heaven.

This is Elder Han from the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye, the exiled swordsman from the Western Border.

Those Zhongzhou sword cultivators, as well as the disciples who were new to the Nine Profound Sword Sect, all looked at Han Muye with great curiosity.

young.

handsome.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he has a refined air.

Unlike Jianxiu, he is more like a Confucian scholar in Zhongzhou who is full of poetry and books.

Such a person, is it really the exiled immortal who traverses the swordsmanship of the Western Xinjiang and opens the gate of heaven with his sword?

“Luo Teng, a kendo practitioner in Zhongzhou, has seen Elder Han Muye of Jiuxuan Jianmen’s sword pavilion.” The young man with the sword took a step forward, showing war intent in his eyes, and bowed his hands.

“I heard the name of Han Banxian earlier, and Luo Teng is here today. I also ask Han Banxian to teach me.”

Everyone around was full of eyes.

Waiting for a long time, watching the battle for a long time, don’t you just want to see the Jiange Elder Han’s shot?

I don’t know how Luo Teng, who can pick Brother Yang Mingxuan’s long sword, can do it under Elder Han?

Hundred tricks?

Ten tricks?

Luo Teng secretly set himself the goal of being unbeaten in three moves and taking five moves.

As for the back, if you can fight serious injuries to ten strokes, you will definitely have a smooth road on your own cultivation road in the future.

Lightly pressing his hand on the hilt of the sword, Luo Teng stared into Han Muye’s eyes.

As long as Han Muye nodded or agreed, he would not hesitate to use his sword.

It is not ashamed to be the first to use a sword in front of a character like Kendo Immortal.

Unfortunately, it was very strange that Han Muye did not respond to him.

Standing in front of the sword pavilion, Han Muye raised his head and looked up at the sky, then a smile appeared on his face, he waved his hand and said, “You guys stand back for a while, I’m going to pick up a sword from a fellow Daoist from the East China Sea.”

Take a sword from Donghai Jianxiu?

The surrounding disciples were stunned.

Standing in the middle of the bluestone square, Luo Teng only felt a surge of anger in his heart.

Holding the sword in front of him, Han Banxian didn’t even look at it, but he wanted to take a sword from Donghai Jianxiu.

To challenge this kind of thing, there must be a first come first, right?

Can you jump in?

He turned his head, and flames rose in his eyes.

He wants to look good on that Donghai Jianxiu who jumped in line!

It’s just that when he turned around, his entire body froze.

Outside the sky, the sword light fills the sky.

A sword comes from the west, and thousands of miles rise to the sky.

That spirit light and Yuntao sword intent covered all the vast world.

What kind of swordsman is this?

At this moment, Luo Teng only felt cold in his heart.

In front of such a strong man, he could not even have the courage to draw a sword.

Fortunately, this powerhouse challenged Han Shixian…

“Donghai Qingao, please ask Han Muye from the Nine Profound Sword Sect to take the sword—”

The sound was thousands of miles away, the heavens and the earth shook, and the clouds rolled and rolled, turning into a sword.

This sword was cut thousands of miles away.

The sword is on the sky, and the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect just find it difficult to raise their heads, and there is endless pressure.

On the bluestone square in front of the sword pavilion, those Jian Xiu from Zhongzhou trembled on their shoulders, unable to control themselves.

Looking at the sword light coming down, Luo Teng and others were all horrified.

Such a sword can be urged by manpower?

Who can catch this powerful sword light?

Under this sword, the entire sword pavilion will probably be destroyed, right?

Perhaps, Jiu Xuan Sword Sect must gather the strength of the entire sect to resist this sword.

In front of the sword pavilion, Yang Mingxuan’s hand was on the hilt of the sword, and there was blood in his eyes.

Han Muye put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said lightly, “This sword won’t work.”

no.

As Han Muye’s voice fell, the sky, the sword light of ten thousand feet shattered!

In a word, the sword is broken!

This kind of dreadful sword light turned into broken clouds and dispersed without Han Muye’s words.

Is this the real battle of the great monks?

The disciples surrounding them all looked blank.

“it is good!”

The sky, shouting with excitement and fighting intent.

This voice is thousands of miles away!

At this moment, on Jiuxuan Mountain, the sword light condensed.

On the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, Sect Master Tuoba was established in front of the main hall, and his body revealed sword intent.

Behind him, the ferocious tiger phantom paced gently.

“The world’s sword cultivators have gathered, and my Jiu Xuan Sword Sect does have the appearance of a holy place.”

Tuobacheng looked at the sword light that rushed to the sky, and the palm he held was loosened again.

The sword intent on his body dissipated.

It was not him who came to challenge.

It was Jiange Han Muye.

Turning his eyes to the direction of Jiange, Tuoba Cheng showed a curious look on his face.

How will Han Muye take this sword?

Poised for a million miles, a sword shatters mountains and rivers.

With such a sword stance, even his Tuoba Cheng did not dare to say that he could catch it without damage.

At this time, Han Muye, who was standing in front of the sword pavilion, raised his head with a look of emotion on his face.

Whether it is momentum or strength, this sword is impeccable.

Jian Xiu, it is really wonderful to be able to gather this sword.

Cultivation, isn’t that what it is?

What I think in my heart travels a million miles.

He walked down from the sword pavilion and received this sword, which was his respect for the third prince of the East China Sea.

It is also a respect for a swordsman.

On Han Muye, the original peace slowly dissipated.

On him, there is a sword cultivator who should be fierce and arrogant.

In Han Muye’s hand, a long sword appeared.

You travel thousands of miles and draw your sword to entertain guests.

The sword light is as clear as water, and it can wash away all the dust.

Han Muye pointed forward with his long sword and stared at it.

Outside the Jiuxuan Mountain, a tall and straight young man wearing a green robe with eyebrows like a sword, dragged a long sword in his hand and walked step by step.

A walk, as if thousands of miles of waves gathered together.

Every time the young man took a step, Jiuxuan Mountain shook once.

On the top of the mountain, there is aura intertwined everywhere, stabilizing the rock.

“I am proud of my cultivation, and I am the arrogance of the Donghai Jiaolong family.”

“Learn the sword, and no one can beat your peers in the East China Sea.”

“Today, I came to the Western Border, and I asked Han Muye from the Nine Profound Sword Sect to pick me up with a sword.”

The arrogance of the East China Sea Flood Dragon Clan, the peerless sword cultivator of the East China Sea.

Such powerhouses are specially here to challenge Han Banxian of Jiange!

Qing Ao’s voice fell, and the person had already arrived at the Qingshi Square outside the Jiange Pavilion.

He raised his head and looked at Han Muye who was standing in front of the sword pavilion.

At this moment, between the heavens and the earth, it seems that only this person has a sword.

Han Muye didn’t open his mouth, just raised his hand, and the sword light in his hand filled with one more point.

The greatest respect for Jianxiu is to greet him with the sword in his hand.

Nonsense is an insult.

Qing Ao smiled and stepped forward, dragging the sword in his hand and slashing it down at Han Muye!

There is no aura shining, there is no wanton wind, and there is no sword intent.

Some, only like mortal warriors, they can use swords.

Han Muye thrust his sword out of his hand and greeted him with the sword.

Back to the original restoration, the sword is the sword, and the murder weapon!

“when–”

The long swords collided, and a loud roar sounded.

At this moment, the people around seemed to see the raging waves, the thousands of mountains shattering, the mighty waves of smoke, and the clouds and mountains rising one after another.

The wind and waves are endless, and the mountain peaks stand still.

The waves crashed against the shore, the waves shattered, and the stone did not turn.

Before the sword pavilion, the wind was light.

In the sky above the sword pavilion, the spiritual light burst, as if the heaven and the earth were about to overturn, and the mountains, rivers and stars fell.

Donghai Tiandao and Donghai Jianxiu have been blended in artistic conception for countless thousands of years.

Donghai Tiandao, contaminated with the sharpness of kendo.

At this time, the wind and thunder entrained by Qing Ao’s sword was not only his own perception, but also the perception of the East China Sea.

This is the collision of heaven!

If Jiuxuan Mountain in the Western Border is to become a holy place of kendo, it must overcome the East China Sea and the East China Sea Heavenly Dao!

Facing Qing Ao’s sword, Han Muye chose to thrust his sword forward.

Before the sword pavilion, phantoms appeared one after another.

In the phantom, Qing Ao held the sword and led the endless waves to strike down, Han Muye didn’t move, the sword’s edge was like a reef, and his sword broke through the waves.

In the phantom, Qingao’s swords overlapped and rolled down, Han Muye didn’t move, the sword was like a reef, and his sword broke through the waves.

In the phantom, Qingao’s sword edge mobilized the power of a million miles of mountains and rivers, Han Muye was motionless, his sword edge was like a rock, and his sword broke through the waves.

…

Every phantom was broken open by the sword’s edge.

Han Muye didn’t use the power of heaven and earth, neither did he use sword tricks to fight, nor did he use the divine soul sword qi.

The world is sharp, all in this thorn!

Sword in hand, draw sword, stab forward.

“Kuraga-”

The long sword roared, and the two-foot-long sword fell on the bluestone square.

Holding the broken sword, the expression on Qing Ao’s face went from stunned to dazed to uncontrollable excitement.

“Haha, so it is, so it is!”

He looked at Han Muye with a bright look in his eyes.

Broken Sword pointed at Han Muye, Qing Ao’s body was full of fighting spirit: “It won’t last long, what is borrowed is borrowed after all.”

“Millions of miles of momentum turned out to be all false.”

“All things in the world are in front, only a sword in hand.”

When the words fell, Qing Ao transformed into a thousand, ten thousand, and slammed into Han Muye.

After Wanjian returns to his ancestry, the sword transforms into Wandao!

The sword of a million miles seemed to be extremely tyrannical, but it couldn’t resist Han Muye’s stab.

Because in this thorn, there is an indomitable forward, with a boundless edge.

In this stab, the arrogance of the swordsman, the bravery of the swordsman, and the invincibility of the swordsman.

Qing Ao’s sword was broken by Han Muye’s will.

What breaks is the confusion.

Seeing Wan Dao Xingying coming with his sword, Han Muye showed a smile.

It is truly an unparalleled talent in kendo, a sword that is poised for a million miles is broken, and another sword can be fired.

In other words, the first sword, Qing Ao came from the world, and this second sword was his real perception.

The first sword is the potential, the second sword is the sword!

On the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, Tuobacheng clenched his fists.

“Are the juniors now so terrifying?” he whispered, his eyes showing fighting intent.

Outside the Jiuxuan Mountain, silhouettes stood in the air.

These are the cultivators who heard the news from the Western Xinjiang.

“Donghai Tianjiao, he can actually comprehend kendo to this level.” A white-haired old man showed a gloomy look on his face.

“East China Sea, the Holy Land of Kendo, my Western Border, how can I compare…” A middle-aged Taoist turned his head and looked into the distance, his face completely blank.

“Han Banxian, you should be able to resist, right?” Someone whispered, with hope on their faces.

Can the Western Xinjiang kendo block the invasion of the Eastern Sea kendo?

do not know.

Before Jiange, there was chaos in front of those low-level disciples.

Luo Teng and the Zhongzhou swordsmen behind him were not much better.

They were directly imprisoned by the sword with the power of the sky before, and they didn’t even have the ability to sense.

The coercion of that sword light almost shattered their hearts.

Until Qingao’s long sword was broken, the general trend of heaven and earth dissipated, and everyone gasped heavily and showed fear on their faces.

At this time, Qing Ao pulled out his sword and turned into a thousand phantoms.

Every phantom, every sword, they can’t see through, can’t see clearly, can’t understand.

As for picking up such a sword, it’s a joke, I can’t pick up a sword.

These thousands of sword lights, Luo Teng knew that he could not catch one of them.

He finally understood why Han Muye took the sword in person.

Only the sword pavilion Han Banxian can take over the sword of Qingao!

Everyone stared at Han Muye.

How to take this sword?

Seeing Wan Dao’s phantom slaughter approaching, Han Muye let out a long laugh and stepped out.

The sword in his hand thrust out.

With a stab, a phantom was pierced.

“The rainforest swordsmanship of the Cangshan Sword Sect in the East China Sea is a pity that it lost its mellowness during the heavy rain.”

With another sword, a phantom was penetrated by the sword’s body.

“Donghai Jiaolong swordsmanship? Too bad, there is no room for turning around.”

Another sword.

“Liufeng Sword? Yes, if you can transform into Liufeng and blend with the sword, it will be worth seeing.”

Another sword.

…

A sword is stabbed, and the sword is commented.

Han Muye’s voice was not loud, and he spoke at a slow pace.

But in an instant, he commented on Wan Jian.

It was obviously an instant, but everyone could hear his stabs with one sword and one sword, one sentence at a time.

“boom–”

Wan Dao’s phantom disappeared, and Han Muye returned his sword to its sheath.

Qing Ao knelt down on one knee, leaning on the broken sword in his hand, and lowered his head in front of the ninth stone steps of the sword pavilion.

“It’s a pity that I’m not good at it.”

Han Muye waved his hand and rolled up half of the sword.

“I will go to the East China Sea in his new year, I hope you won’t let me down.”

Han Muye will go to the East China Sea!

Qing Ao raised his head and nodded.

“Senior Brother Han, I’ll be waiting for you in the East China Sea.”

After speaking, he stood up, dragged the broken sword, turned and left.

Everyone let the way, watching Qing Ao dragging his sword, his expression was a bit lonely, but also a bit free.

“Traveling a million miles, this sword did not disappoint me.”

Walking to the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain, Qing Ao turned his head and whispered softly.

Han Muye stood on the stone steps of the sword pavilion, turned his head and looked at Luo Teng and the others.

“You guys, are you going to challenge me?”

challenge?

Luo Teng and the people behind him shook their heads subconsciously.

What challenge?

You don’t even have the qualifications to draw a sword, so what’s the challenge?

“Senior Brother Yang, I want to go to the secret place to sharpen it again.” Luo Teng looked at Yang Mingxuan and said in a low voice.

Yang Mingxuan nodded.

Han Muye glanced around~www.readmtl.com~ glanced at the sky, then turned and walked back to the sword pavilion.

Kendo practice, after Wanjian returns to his ancestry, is a realm where one sword transforms into ten thousand swords.

So far, Han Muye has fully understood.

With this swordsmanship, the world can go.

“Boom-”

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell rang.

Streams of light scattered towards the various sects in the Western Border.

The opening of the Mysterious Realm of Myriad Demons in the Southern Wilderness is almost here.

Han Muye turned to look at the top of Jiuxuan Mountain.

Feng Lingjian Zongzong advocated that there is a horn in the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Demons that can block thunder.

Han Muye was going to take a look.

By the way, take Huangzhihu down the mountain for a walk.

This little girl is on the mountain, I’m afraid she will be suffocated.