Chapter 553 Are you interested in joining the Blood War Sect (2/2)

Han Muye’s swords have always been placed in the sword case behind him. Outsiders don’t know how many swords are in them. However, Han Muye once gathered sword lights and dragons, and there are many swords in the sword case.

Outsiders have also guessed whether he is a member of the Xuanling Sword Sect, and whether he also has a sword tower.

It’s just that he has never used Xuanling Sword Sect’s kendo methods, which makes it difficult to distinguish.

Of course, whether he is a member of the Xuanling Sword Sect is not the most important thing in this wasteland.

In the Yunteng Wasteland, in the end, it depends on one’s own strength.

Just like, at this time!

Han Muye let out a low voice, and in the sword box behind him, ten thousand long swords were unsheathed, one after another, like a dragon of long swords and a river of sword light.

Each long sword is flickering brightly, making the long swords connected, like the stars in the sky.

“when.”

A long sword collided with the sword light that attacked and killed, and the long sword vibrated slightly and fell directly.

Can’t stop.

The cultivation method of the Blood War Sect, which is based on evil spirits, has a very strong suppressing effect on the spirituality of immortal light.

Han Muye’s sword was completely unable to resist the sword of Wushen Sword Immortal Xia Jun.

But what Han Muye brought out was not a sword.

Instead, ten thousand long swords came out.

“when-”

“when-”

…

Each sword fell after colliding with the sword light of Wu Shen Jian Xian.

a handle.

Ten handles.

Hundred handles.

Thousands of handles!

The long sword that attacked finally slowed down a little.

Thousands of long swords collided, and finally blocked the speed of Wushenjian Xianjianguang.

As long as the sword can slow down a little, that’s enough.

Countless sword lights were like locusts, surrounding the long sword, and the sound of “ding dong” was endless.

By the time the long sword flew three feet in front of Han Muye, it had completely lost its impact and hovered quietly.

This is a blue-gray long sword, the sword is three feet and one minute long, covered with immortal patterns, the blade is dull, and the dark golden hilt is engraved with mysterious thunderbird patterns.

In front of Han Muye, there was no sword to stop him.

At this moment, he was facing the sword so directly.

“Really blocked!” In the surrounding void, there was a low exclamation.

Wushen Jianxian’s sword is thousands of miles away, and the grand ups and downs that come from the collapse of the sky, make countless sword cultivators tremble in their hearts.

With such a sword, within a radius of 10,000 miles, there are probably not many people who dare to say that they can take it.

“This method is really like the sword formation of the Xuanling Sword Sect, but it’s not.” Someone stared at Han Muye and whispered softly.

If the disciples of the Xuanling Sword Sect used the might of the sword tower to control the sword formation, they would be able to be sharper than Han Muye’s sword light at this time.

Of course, Neng Wanjian is one, and the sword of the sword fairy that breaks the gods is already a rare power among sword cultivators.

“Wonderful, it’s a worthwhile trip.” A gray-haired old man wearing a black robe with a black long sword on his back had bright eyes, and his body exuded a trace of sword intent.

Not worth it.

Seeing this type of kendo collision is a worthwhile trip.

Under everyone’s gaze, Han Muye slowly reached out his hand.

There was a thin sword light from his fingertips, which hit the long sword in front of him.

The sword light penetrated into the long sword, and the long sword suddenly trembled violently, as if to flee, but was imprisoned and unable to leave.

“Dare-”

Thousands of miles away, there was an angry shout, and the sound of wind and thunder surged.

The Godless Sword Immortal Xia Jun is here!

But across thousands of miles, he needs time.

Han Muye had a slight smile on his face, and the sword intent of his fingertips penetrated into the long sword.

The image in his mind made him almost laugh out loud.

Where is this sword?

This is clearly a sword of primordial spirit!

Xia Jun, the godless sword fairy, condensed his primordial spirit into a sword, and directly used this sword to attack and kill thousands of miles.

Now, to investigate the secrets in the sword by himself, is to directly look at his Yuanshen memory.

Moreover, as long as he infuses his sword will, he can directly seize his swordsmanship, making him truly a “Swordless Sword Immortal”!

Wearing a black robe, eight feet tall, covered with sword light, and still carrying a 50-year-old old man standing in front of Han Muye ten feet away, his eyes fixed on Han Muye.

He raised his hand and held it empty, trying to bring back his long sword.

But the sword tool was infused with Han Muye’s sword intent, and he no longer obeyed his command.

This made Xia Jun look extremely ugly.

“What’s going on?” All the kendo masters who came to watch from afar all had doubts on their faces.

Why can’t the sword of Godless Sword Immortal be taken back?

For a sword cultivator, the sword is siblings and life.

If the sword is controlled by outsiders, wouldn’t it hand over his life directly?

“This Yunlan Sword Immortal is terrible.” Some masters who saw the clues stared at the trembling long sword and whispered.

This sword wants to go, but can’t get away!

In the future, if anyone wants to fight Yunlan Sword Immortal, he must not use the sword-fighting technique, otherwise, the sword in his hand is likely to be taken away!

Seeing the long sword trembling, Wushen Jianxian gritted his teeth and drank, then raised his hands.

“Om-”

The long sword vibrated and slowly turned into a stream of golden light.

The power of the soul!

This sword is actually not a real sword, but transformed by the primordial spirit!

This is the real secret of Wu Shen Jian Xian!

Countless exclamations came.

The name of Wushen Sword Immortal Xia Jun has been spread in the wasteland for tens of thousands of years, and no one knew that the long sword he killed from the air was his own primordial spirit.

This guy dares to attack and kill directly with his own primordial spirit, and is not afraid of being impregnated with secret methods and directly capture primordial spirit?

The primordial spirit is so dynamic that it cannot be compared with any sword at all.

But Yuanshen is Yuanshen after all, and there is no real sword that is stable. Although the spirituality is strong, it is easily eroded.

If he had known that Xia Jun’s sword was transformed by the primordial spirit, he would never have been undefeated for 30,000 years!

“Unfortunately, this chance to defeat Xia Jun was taken by Yunlan Sword Immortal—” Someone’s eyes flashed, and the words were out of their mouths, but they suddenly stared.

The scattered primordial spirits reunited and reappeared in front of Xia Jun.

The reproducible primordial spirit is not a sword, but a **** gun!

Bloody gun!

Blood War Sect!

The kendo overhaul that has been famous for thousands of years in the Yunteng Wasteland is actually a disciple of the **** battle sect, the overlord of the rain-covering fairyland!

If it hadn’t been for Yunlan Sword Immortal to break Xia Jun’s Primordial Spirit Sword, who would have known that Xia Jun turned out to be a disciple of the Bloody War Sect?

Bloody Battle Sect, that is one of the overlords in this world, and it is also the kind of overlord that cannot be messed with.

Many people looked at the blood-colored spear and could not help but retreat.

The tyranny of the Bloody Battle Sect has long since penetrated into the hearts of all immortal cultivators in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.

The name of the **** battle depends on the battle to the death.

Whoever opposes the disciples of the Blood War Sect must prepare for the endless pursuit and killing of the Blood War Sect.

“It’s a good way to make this deity turn a sword into a spear. You are the first in ten thousand years.” Xia Jun raised his hand to hold the handle of the spear, watching Han Muye’s eyes condensed with murderous intent.

“The last one was Du Ming Jianxian He Qu.”

“It’s really hard to kill him.”

Du Ming Jianxian He Qu!

The name drew exclamations from all around.

The famous lone sword fairy in the wasteland, a strong man who has reached the realm of virtual refining, disappeared for thousands of years. Many people speculated that it was a breakthrough in retreat and was ready to step into the realm of virtual reality.

It turned out that he was beheaded by Wushen Sword Immortal Xia Jun!

Above Xia Jun’s spear, the blood light gathered into a **** wolf shadow.

This wolf shadow has three heads, an illusory body, and a black halo.

“I hope you don’t let me down, come and be the fourth soul cast in my **** gun!”

Xia Jun, who no longer concealed his identity, shouted, and stabbed the gun with a single shot.

The spear whistled, piercing the void.

One ten thousandth of a ten-foot space was broken.

Concentrate on the point and break through the void!

One inch long, one inch strong!

The power of the spear is not inferior to the sword.

The might of the Blood War Sect is not inferior to the Xuanling Sword Sect.

Xia Jun’s spear is stronger than his sword!

When the gun was stabbed, countless people around them widened their eyes and their hearts were beating wildly.

With such a shot, I am afraid that even the virtual immortals would not dare to take it hard!

“boom-”

The long spear slammed into Han Muye’s body, directly wrapping his body, and the blood-colored streamer was intertwined, turning into a cocoon of light.

devour.

He directly devoured Han Muye with bloodthirsty power.

The **** war sect uses wars to support wars, and the more they fight, the stronger they become, and they will never die.

As long as this long spear devoured Han Muye’s soul and body, he would be able to gather another spear soul.

The three wolves will also turn into four.

Looking at the surging blood, a smile appeared on Xia Jun’s face.

“Blood soul swallowing, no wonder.”

“Xia Jun is a strong man in the Blood Soul Hall of the Blood War Sect. He is the best at devouring the soul, and a godless sword fairy. This name is really ironic…”

There are three halls in the Blood War Sect.

When a strong man in the Blood Soul Hall makes a move, he will extract the opponent’s Soul Refiner to refine his body. No wonder this Xia Jun can get the name of a godless sword fairy.

“Yunlan Sword Immortal, I am afraid that this world has no name…”

Many eyes fell on the **** light, and the complexion was complicated.

In the end, a large sect is a large sect, and its background, background, and methods are not comparable to ordinary immortal cultivators.

The blood-soul devouring of the Bloody Battle Sect cannot be cracked at all.

Otherwise, the Blood War Sect would not be able to become one of the overlords of the Rain Covering Immortal Realm.

With blood surging, Xia Jun turned his gaze to Yunlan City ahead.

After a while, you will be able to become the master of this city.

If it weren’t for the sect mission, let yourself suppress Yunlan Jianxian, who may be a master of Xuanling Sword Sect, and he will not take action.

Looking at Yunlan City now, perhaps, you have come right?

With a smile on his face, his outstretched hand pressed down.

The blood-colored light cocoon that enveloped Han Muye began to sink in.

But at this moment, the smile on his face slowly faded.

In the next instant, his face was full of fear, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying!

The blood soul that condensed his cultivation was completely out of control!

The power of blood and soul is shattering!

The Blood Soul Hall of the Blood War Sect relies on the power of the blood soul to suppress the Quartet. If the power of the blood soul is broken, the Blood Soul Hall of the Blood War Sect will be abolished.

The change in the expression on Xia Jun’s face also changed the face of the powerhouses concerned by all parties.

The sharp mind has already sensed something is wrong.

It seems that the power of the blood soul did not directly kill Han Wudi?

“boom-”

The power of blood and soul that wrapped Han Muye shattered, and three blood-colored streamers rushed into the sky and landed on Yunlan City’s Conferred God List.

Then, three golden phantoms appeared.

“That is, Chen Siyuan, a strong man of the Blood War Sect, who was appointed as an elder in the Blood Soul Hall of the Blood War Sect back then, how could he be in Xia Jun’s blood soul…” Seeing the figure standing first, someone asked in doubt.

“Rebel!” In mid-air, the golden figure standing first stared at the pale-faced Xia Jun below and shouted violently.

Rebel!

Xia Jun’s legs softened.

“I remembered that there was a closed disciple under Elder Chen Siyuan, whose name was Xia Yucheng!”

“Yes, that is a genius of cultivation. It is said that he has stepped into the peak of immortals in just a thousand years. He is a arrogant figure among the descendants of the Blood War Sect. Unfortunately, he disappeared for unknown reasons.”

Xia Yucheng, this is Xia Jun, the Godless Sword Immortal!

But how could his master be in his blood and soul power?

“Xia Jun, no, Xia Yucheng, you didn’t expect that I could have a secret technique to communicate blood and soul, right?” Han Muye stood there, looked at Xia Jun who was slumped on the ground, and opened his mouth.

“Bullying the master and destroying the ancestors, sneaking up on the master who was in retreat, refining it into his own blood soul, even the other two blood souls are the same blood war sect.”

“No wonder you came to this Yunteng Wasteland incognito. Are you afraid that if you stay in the Bloody Battle Sect, your evil deeds will be detected in the end?”

Han Muye’s words seemed to hit Xia Jun with a heavy hammer.

He shook his head and looked up at the three figures who were glaring at him.

“Yes, you forced me…”

“The five declines of heaven and man, I have no place to be buried, I don’t want to die, it can only be you!”

Gritting his teeth, Xia Jun slowly stood up, blood condensed on his body.

In his hand, a **** war gun appeared again.

But when the gun reappeared, the surrounding powerhouses all exclaimed.

“Demon light!”

“He has taken refuge in the Bitter Immortal Territory!”

“This is the blood evil spirit, and there are only a few people in the Bitter Immortal Realm who practice this way.”

Several figures flew out and crashed towards Xia Jun.

Not to mention the common enemy, if you can win Xia Jun at this time, you can at least buy a favor for the Bloody Battle Sect.

The Bloody War Sect will not tolerate traitors who deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors.

Although the Blood War Sect behaves arrogantly and arrogantly, it is not an evil sect.

“boom-”

Xia Jun raised his spear, a burst of blood light burst, and then his body was wrapped in blood light and flew away.

Several sword lights followed and chased out.

Han Muye looked at the distant streamer, but didn’t make a move.

There is no need.

He also did not expect that this strong swordsman who has been running wild in the wasteland for 30,000 years turned out to be a disciple of the Bloody Battle Sect.

The key is a disciple who betrayed the Blood War Sect.

This time, the Bloody Battle Sect’s face is about to be lost.

Looking up at the three figures who had been sealed by the Conferred God List, Han Muye had a sly smile on his face.

Naturally, he did not have the ability to communicate with the blood soul.

But when he touched Xia Jun’s Primordial Spirit Sword before, he had already seen the process of condensing his blood soul.

He already knew everything about Xia Jun’s practice method.

Relying on full-level comprehension, he deduced the flaws in this blood soul practice.

Although the blood soul is strong, Xia Jun’s condensing is not enough.

As long as the cast soul is decomposed when the blood soul is swallowed, the power of the blood soul can be broken.

When he was wrapped in the blood soul just now, he had used his own sword of primordial spirit to shatter Xia Jun’s blood soul and rescued the three cast souls.

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One day later, Xia Jun was attacked and killed by the **** warriors, and his soul was collected.

The majesty of the Blood War Sect should not be offended.

Yunlan City, the main hall of the city master.

Han Muye, who was wearing a green robe, looked sullen as he looked at the middle-aged cultivator with a stern expression in front of him.

“The younger generation has seen the elder Hengtian of the Blood Soul Hall of the Blood War Sect.”

The blood soul hall of the Blood War Sect turned into a powerhouse in the virtual realm, spanning hundreds of millions of miles, one day to the Yunteng Wasteland, killing the traitor Xia Jun.

The strength of the Blood War Sect is evident.

“Are you interested in joining the Bloody Battle Sect?” Elder Hengtian opened his mouth with his hands behind his back, looking at the list of gods hanging in the sky.

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