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Chapter 569 The legacy of the predecessors, the sword of clear rain
Swordsmanship, Fissure.
The sword light turned into a hundred zhang, attracting the immortal energy in the void, and quickly slashed down.
Heaven and earth are like an abyss, split by a sword!
This is Han Muye’s sword condensing his fighting spirit and sword intent, and it is the sublimation of his swordsmanship power after stepping into the heavenly realm.
Baizhang’s sword light was attached to the big sword in Han Muye’s hand, and slammed into Baihu’s forehead.
The white tiger trembled and his body burst.
But in the next instant, the second white tiger came together again.
Moreover, the body of this white tiger is a bit more muscular than the previous one.
The golden fairy pattern on his body is more agile.
The momentum of the white tiger is also a little more dignified.
The power of the powerful formation is like this, not only can it go round and round, but it can also absorb attack power and integrate itself.
Han Muye had experienced this kind of method on the stage.
The more you fight, the stronger.
Obviously, the formation here is inextricably linked with the Zhou Tian Great Formation and the formation on the stage.
At other times, Han Muye is willing to slowly sharpen it to see what the limits of this formation are, and then try some of his newly learned swordsmanship.
But now there is only a quarter of an hour, and he has no intention of holding back.
His eyes fell on the re-converged white tiger phantom, Han Muye moved, and with his long sword in his hand, he rushed to kill.
“Broken, Yuan!”
The long sword was condensed into a thousand feet, and the sword light showed a chill, and the place where it passed was instantly frozen.
“Boom—”
With a sword slashed, the body of the white tiger shattered in response, and the shattered body was frozen into pieces of ice and scattered all over the ground.
The golden armored puppets in the space below 100 feet shattered.
Before the body of the white tiger condensed again, Han Muye had already landed in the army formation, and his long sword swept across.
“boom-”
The sword light turned into a golden light wheel, severing the bodies of all the soldiers within a thousand feet.
Chopping, waving.
Every sword cut out, there was a sound of shattering.
After ten breaths, the third white tiger phantom that had not yet fully condensed collapsed.
The army formation was broken, and the white tiger was powerless to condense.
It took less than a hundred breaths of time for Han Muye to fly and rush out to the time when the army formation shattered.
Han Muye stood with his sword in hand, and the surrounding golden-armored soldiers slowly retreated.
Zhao Pingyu’s figure fell on Han Muye’s side, looking at the soldiers who were receding like the tide, with a complicated look on his face.
“If there is still someone in the center of the formation to direct the power of the formation, I am afraid it will be ten times more difficult to break.”
The power of the formation path is finally exhausted. Seeing such a large formation being broken so easily by Han Muye, as a practitioner of the formation path, Zhao Pingyu is of course uneasy.
In terms of combat power, formation cultivators are indeed far inferior to sword cultivators.
“If a Void Transformation Realm Dao cultivator is in charge, breaking this formation will take me a lot of effort.” Han Muye nodded, the sword in his hand scattered, and his eyes fell on the hall in front of him.
If there is a virtual formation cultivator in charge, it will take a little more effort.
Zhao Pingyu twitched the corners of his mouth, shook his head, and strode forward.
People cannot be compared with people.
Around him, the blue mountain peaks were suspended, revealing immortal light all around him.
Immortal light shrouded ten thousand feet, reflecting the layers of space.
Here, as long as one wrong step is taken, it will be sent to nowhere.
Han Muye followed closely, and the two of them disappeared in the square outside the main hall in a moment.
“boom-”
Outside the square, a plume of blood-colored smoke smashed into the sky.
A middle-aged man wearing a blood-colored armor with killing intent on his face, a long knife scar slanting his entire face, stepped on a broken bluestone floor tile, shot golden light in his eyes, and glanced around.
More than a dozen **** warriors who were also dressed in blood armor fell down, moved and dispersed towards the surroundings.
However, after a while, everyone had returned, holding the scattered bodies of golden puppets in their hands.
These bodies made of gold and iron are mixed with high-quality spiritual materials, and they are of great value.
“The fracture is crisp and shattered with a single blow.”
“The immortal energy is locked in the body, it is not that the strength is exhausted and the formation is broken.”
“There are traces of the convergence of kendo power.”
“It’s probably the sword cultivator that Jia Lintao said he could break through in such a short period of time.”
Several people spoke up, and their respective information gathered, and Han Muye’s identity was already calculated.
After all, they are all strong, and they can see through everything from clues.
“Hmph, people like Jia Lintao are also worthy of being the deacon of my Nine Blood Hall.” The big man who was leading the way showed disdain in his eyes and looked up at the front hall.
He stepped out, raised his hand and punched.
“boom-”
The fist shadow broke through the layers of space and was blocked by the light curtain rising from the stone steps outside the main hall.
Those layered spaces that are visible to the naked eye, once you step in, you will not know where you will be teleported. The light curtain that blocks a punch is even more tyrannical.
“What a powerful formation.”
Beside the big man, a black-bearded old man showed a strange color on his face.
Others also looked solemn.
Jiang Jin of the Nine Blood Hall of the Blood War Sect.
They know how strong the first deacon of the Nine Blood Hall is in front of them.
In the Void Transformation Realm, there are not many who can suppress this first deacon.
His punch was blocked like this, and the hall could block everyone under Hua Xu.
“We haven’t studied deeply the way of fighting in the Blood War Sect, and I don’t bother to entangle with this battle.” Jiang Jin shook his head, took a step back, and sat cross-legged on a bluestone pillar.
“We’ll wait.”
His words made everyone else grin.
What is Bloody Sect best at?
It is not to search for treasures, but to **** them halfway after others get them.
That’s what they do with ease.
———
In the hall, when Han Muye stepped into the hall, Zhao Pingyu had already disappeared in front of him.
But he was in no hurry.
This is the relict place of a senior of the formation path. For Zhao Pingyu, this is a treasure land and an opportunity.
Zhao Pingyu’s disappearance in this place shows that he may have been recognized by his predecessors.
As for Han Muye, the inheritance of the formation path is not too important.
He owns the Zhou Tian Great Array and the Zhou Tian Sword Array himself, so he doesn’t look down on ordinary formations.
Looking up and looking forward, this great formation uses the power of the formation to lock the space. It seems that the hall is only a thousand feet square, but it has a feeling of endless emptiness.
On both sides of the hall, there are many stone statues with a height of ten feet wearing golden armor.
These stone statues have round eyes and big swords, like warriors on call at any time.
Han Muye walked slowly, and saw the clouds and mist all around him, and the fairy light flew by.
Raising his hand, a small sapphire sword fell into his palm.
This small sword is only at the level of an ordinary spiritual weapon, and a fairy pattern is engraved on it.
Han Muye held the sword, immortal energy poured in, sword intent poured in.
A picture appeared in his mind.
The Qingxuan Jade Sword forms part of the Qingxuan Sword Formation.
One hundred thousand swords can be merged into a sword of immortal treasure, and it is not a problem to kill immortals and gods.
It’s just a pity that this sword of immortal treasure has been broken.
The reason for the broken is-
Han Muye raised his head and looked at the stone statues slowly surrounding him.
To break the sword.
Countless years ago, two powerful formations, one based on the stone statue battle formation and the other based on the sword formation, fought each other here.
In the end, the sword formation was defeated.
So, this hall, is it to lead him Han Muye here?
Looking at the stone statue with the great sword raised, Han Muye’s face flashed a hint of enlightenment.
Outside the main hall, he is a great formation broken by swordsmanship.
“boom-”
The three thousand stone statues shot out their swords at the same time, and the space of thousands of feet was directly transformed into nothingness.
The endless streamer shines, wrapping the entire space.
By the time Han Muye’s figure was established, he was already in a verdant wilderness.
Around him, there are rolling mountains, green grasslands, and bamboo forests.
In the distance, the blood was soaring to the sky, and it was pale yellow.
“Boy, you have three hours to prepare. After three hours, as soon as Tu Yuan’s army arrives, if you can’t stop it, you will be annihilated.”
An old voice came from behind Han Muye.
He turned his head and saw a Taoist Pentecost wearing a blue and white robe with a long sword of sapphire on his back.
The Taoist looked immortal, and his body was full of sword energy.
It’s just a figure, but it’s a bit illusory.
“See it?” Seeing Han Muye’s gaze falling on him, the old man smiled slightly: “I fought Tu Tianzhen back then, and I was finally defeated by his Tu Yuan battle.”
“However, he is not much better. His cultivation base is gone, leaving only his soul to match the battle formation.”
“My name is Xu Mingjian, I hold the Clear Rain Sword in my palm, and I am good at sword formation.”
“Hey, the younger generation can remember me, I’m afraid not much…” The old man whispered, shaking his head gently.
“Qingyu Jianxian, one of the masters of the Temple of the Heavens, runs rampant with sword formations. In the name of my predecessors, who knows about me in the Temple of Heaven?” Han Muye said softly.
His words made the old man tremble, looking up at Han Muye.
“Kuraga-”
The sapphire long sword was unsheathed, turned one into three, and stabbed towards Han Muye’s chest.
The sword light flashed, and with just one movement, it came within three feet in front of Han Muye.
Three feet in front of Jianxiu was the final bottom line.
Being penetrated by the sword light within three feet, it can be seen that the combat power of the cultivation base is too poor, and it is obviously powerless to resist.
Xu Mingjian showed a trace of disappointment on his face, just as he was about to withdraw his sword, his eyes suddenly widened.
I saw Han Muye raised his right hand, his index finger and **** were close together, and the blue sword light slowly protruded from the fingertips.
Movement is slow.
It was so slow that Xu Mingjian was anxious for him.
But it was this slow sword that hit the three sword shadows and shattered the three sword shadows.
“Three swords in a row?”
“Good trick!”
Xu Mingjian showed joy on his face and stared at Han Muye: “Whose descendant are you?”
Han Muye didn’t open his mouth, just flipped his palm, and the blade of his fingertip flicked and shot straight out.
He moved his finger, and the sword light flashed like a meteor, instantly locking the space around Xu Mingjian.
“Luoxue, Qingfeng, Broken Soul, Mie Shen, you, you are the inheritor of Senior Brother Guan?” Xu Mingjian raised his hand and drew out his sword, blocking several beams of sword light, and then looked at Han Muye.
“Brother Guan has broken through to the realm of Immortal Monarch?”
Xianjun?
Han Muye shook his head.
Guandong Yun’s combat power may be able to reach Jinxian, but the cultivation level is far from enough.
Otherwise, he would not have fallen into the mortal world.
“He has fallen.”
Han Muye whispered softly.
These words made Xu Mingjian tremble, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
“Senior brother, you have fallen…”
“He, he is the most promising person in my Temple of Heaven to become an Immortal Monarch.”
Perhaps the news was too shocking, and Xu Mingjian was a little lost for a while.
But in an instant he regained his clarity.
“Let’s talk about this later. You broke the Tutian formation’s formation, and you have already attracted his Tu Yuan battle formation. If you can’t stop it, you will surely die.”
Xu Mingjian looked into the distance and said in a low voice, “In the past hundreds of thousands of years, there have been quite a few sword cultivators who have fallen into this formation, and no one has been able to leave alive.”
There was a gloomy look on his face.
“The power of the sword formation may not be as good as the Daoist formation.”
Having said that, he took off the long sword behind him, raised his hand and led it, and landed in front of Han Muye.
“This sword is my clear rain sword, it is a fairy sword, but it lacks warmth, and its combat power is much worse.”
“You use this sword to set up a formation, mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and fully resist Tu Yuan’s battle formation.”
Taking a deep breath, Xu Mingjian’s eyes shone brightly.
“I’ve been entangled with Tu Tianzhen for so many years, and it’s time to end it.”
The voice fell, and before Han Muye could speak, he had already dissipated and turned into countless green sword lights.
These sword lights shone and turned into layers of space in the void.
In every illusory space, there is a long sword phantom.
In this layered space, I don’t know how many swords there are.
Han Muye raised his hand and held the Clear Rain Sword in front of him.
The hand pressed the hilt of the sword, the blue fairy light poured in, and the faint sword intent poured in.
After all, it is an immortal treasure with a master, and it is not suitable for direct refining, but it does not matter to check some memories, right?
As the memory screen flashed, a smile appeared on Han Muye’s face.
Fortunately, I took a look at it myself.
Many things are not necessarily true.
Only this sword will not lie to myself.
“There are still three hours, which is really not enough.” Han Muye turned to look at the space around him, and whispered softly.
Slowly closing his eyes, there was also a faint sword light emitting from his body.
These sword lights converged and floated softly, brushing across the stretch of green grass.
Three hours, but an instant.
As the roar came, on the hills in the distance, the army of red riding and black armor rushed like a tide.
The blood in the sky covered the sky.
The rich blood light collided with the blue fairy light, stirring up the dazzling cold light like meteors.
Xu Mingjian’s sword formation had already fought with the opponent’s Tu Yuan battle formation.
The sword formation turned into a curtain of light, resisting the surging cavalry.
“boom-”
The battle cavalry is like a landslide and a tsunami, moving forward.
Nothing can stop this cavalry, whether it is sword light or sword formation.
The vast army advanced rapidly.
Pieces of grassy wasteland were trampled, and the mountains and forests were covered and turned into dim yellow.
“boom-”
The sound of the explosion came, and the light curtain that resisted the military formation in front collapsed.
lost.
“Boy, look at you.”
Xu Mingjian’s voice sounded, and then all the sword lights burst and fell into the bamboo forest behind.
In an instant, the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest turned into endless blue sword lights, and then hung in the air.
On the opposite side, the army assembled and settled in front of Han Muye.
The aura of the pale yellow battle formation is distinct from the aura of the blue fairy light sword.
Han Muye stood in the middle, as if giving him a chance to make a choice.
“Hehe, formation, sword formation.”
A smile appeared on Han Muye’s face as he looked at the Qingyu Sword in his hand.
“Senior, if you don’t know the secret of the Temple of Heaven, you know that there was a turmoil in the Temple of Heaven, and you know that Xu Mingjian, the Qingyu Sword, has another identity—” Han Muye smiled and loosened the hilt of his sword.
The clear rain sword vibrated and turned into bamboo leaves.
“What do you know?” Xu Mingjian’s voice sounded.
“Naturally, I know that Xu Mingjian was originally the Slaughtering Formation. It’s just the difference between the main body and the clone, the sword spirit and the formation spirit.” Han Muye’s voice came softly, but the whole world shook.
Han Muye knew more.
From Qingyujian, he knew that Xu Mingjian was originally a powerful formation from another fairyland.
After he came to Fuyu Immortal Realm, he kept his name incognito, practiced kendo again, and finally worshipped the Xuanling Sword Sect and became a member of the Temple of Heaven.
It’s just that from beginning to end, he made a choice before Kendo and Formation.
Tu Yuan’s battle formation was incomparably powerful, and his combat power was monstrous.
But this battle formation was defeated by Kendo in the original Immortal Realm, and the entire sect of Tutian Formation was destroyed, leaving him alone to escape.
He wanted to learn the sword and take revenge with the power of the sword formation.
But in the end, Xiu’s kendo couldn’t stop his formation.
So he was at a loss.
The two forces clashed, leaving him in a daze.
Of course, he fell here, not for this reason.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.
Tu Tianzhen fell here because of his participation in the mighty battle of the two golden immortals.
Xuanling Sword Sect’s Daluo Jinxian Zhu Ming came to attack and kill Immortal Cangyun who was in heavy retreat.
Tu Tianzhen was invited by Zhu Ming to go with him because of his tyrannical methods of formation, and he also promised that there would be a big reward after the success.
Attacking and killing an immortal monarch, this opportunity is also a chance for Tu Tianzhen.
The final result was that Cangyun Xianjun and Daluo Jinxian Zhu Ming perished together, and Tu Tianzhen was implicated and left the Bitter Immortal Territory, but eventually died of serious injuries.
It’s just that before his fall, he had a lot of arrangements, and he wanted to pass on himself.
It’s a pity that the choice between Formation Dao and Sword Dao made his own soul chaotic and divided into two.
“Sword Spirit, Array Spirit…” Xu Mingjian whispered softly.
On the opposite side, above the vast battle formation, a figure in a pale yellow robe emerged, standing in the air.
“Then you say, is the formation strong or the sword strong?”
The pale yellow figure shouted loudly, and above the battle formation, all the battle cavalry snorted in unison, causing the blood to surge, and the vast power suddenly pressed forward.
“You say, is the formation path stronger, or the sword path stronger.” Behind Han Muye, the green bamboo leaves turned into a sapphire sword, and all the sword edges pointed at him.
Strong in formation, or strong in swordsmanship?
Until he fell, Tu Tianzhen couldn’t figure it out.
Acknowledging that the formation is strong, then all his persistence is meaningless, because his formation is defeated by the sword.
Acknowledging that the kendo is strong, the kendo he cultivated is obviously weaker than his own formation.
“Actually, there is no distinction between strong and weak cultivation in this world.” Han Muye shook his head, and turned his eyes to the pale yellow figure on the vast battle formation ahead.
“Kuraga-”
A sword chant resounded through the heavens and the earth!
sword!
It is not Xu Mingjian’s Clear Rain Sword, not the thousands of bamboo leaves, but green grass.
Countless green grass leaves rose and turned into a small sword with a half-foot handle, green and soft.
Between Han Muye’s hands, the half-footed swords converged into a great sword that held the sky up to ten thousand feet. The sword light shone, and the golden immortal patterns on it circulated and floated.
This sword was gathered, and it slashed directly towards the vast battle formation.
“Good swordsmanship.” The pale yellow figure above the battle formation let out a low voice, triggering the entire formation, and the cavalry that had stopped moving instantly thundered.
Fighting horses run like waves.
A phantom of a ten thousand zhang golden armor warrior appeared, and the phantom was holding a long spear and collided with the long sword that was slashed from the head.
This blow mobilized the power of heaven and earth behind it and gathered it into a long spear.
“Boom—”
The long sword shattered, the long spear turned into nothingness, and the golden armored warrior collapsed directly.
Evenly matched!
The power of a sword is actually able to fight against such tyrannical battle formations, evenly matched!
The sapphire long swords in the rear vibrated slightly, as if they couldn’t believe it.
Who can have such swordsmanship, and fight against Tu Yuan without retreating!
“Om-”
At this moment, the shattered long swords scattered, turned into countless small green swords, and stood in the air.
This appearance is very similar to the long swords that are made of bamboo leaves behind.
“There is still the strength to fight…” Xu Mingjian’s voice sounded in the green jade sword cluster.
He didn’t expect that the long sword that had collapsed had such means.
Countless small cyan swords fell down like rain threads.
All the battle cavalry was covered by this rain thread, and their bodies melted, and then returned to silence.
Large tracts of verdant green grass are covered, and the stretch seems to be endless.
The grassland that was trampled before is back.
The pale yellow body also turned into nothingness in the rain.
Tu Yuan battle formation, broken.
Han Muye slowly turned his head and looked at Qingzhu behind him.
“The way of swordsmanship, the way of breaking and standing, if Tu Yuan’s battle formation can be broken, the way of swordsmanship can be established.”
“The grass on the Lili Plain is withered every year.”
Lightly pressing the palm of his hand, Han Muye’s eyes flashed countless streams of light: “Senior, do you say that the sword is strong, or the formation is strong?”
“Kendo…” Xu Mingjian said blankly, causing those sapphire swords to vibrate.
“Swordsmanship?” Han Muye chuckled lightly and raised his palms, “Senior, look at—”
“boom-”
The green grass turned into a long sword again, and the sword of ten thousand feet slashed down.
The green bamboo leaves also condensed into a sword, not letting go at all, and collided with the green grass long sword.
The two swords shattered at the same time, and the green bamboo swords scattered bamboo leaves all over the ground, but those green grass swords were suspended.
“This, is this the power of the sword formation?”
“No, this is—” Xu Mingjian, who was wearing a green robe, showed his figure with excitement on his face.
“This is the Tu Yuan battle formation!”
Every blade of grass is a cavalry!
The sword is the formation, the sword is the battle formation!
Xu Mingjian trembled, staring at the sword light that slowly gathered strength, and muttered in his mouth: “Why didn’t I expect, sword formation, battle formation, sword, formation…”
Kendo and Formation, why are they so clear?
Tu Tianzhen has exhausted his life to verify who is stronger in his swordsmanship and formation, and who can give himself the power of revenge.
But it was not until this time that he understood that if he went further and mixed the already condensed sword formation with what he had learned in the formation, the combat power would be completely different!
But everyone has an obsession.
His obsession with Dao and kendo was different, which made him confused, and when he fell, these two forces could not be unified.
“Om-”
The green bamboo sword formation flew up and turned into swordsmen in blue clothes holding long swords.
The swordsmen lined up, and the sword lights in their hands converged.
At this time, the dazzling light of this sword was many times stronger than the previous Qingyu Sword.
“I understand…”
Xu Mingjian’s figure slowly disappeared.
“This sword is for you.”
The green long sword flew in front of Han Muye.
Immortal sword, clear rain sword.
Han Muye stretched out his hand and grabbed the long sword, and the space around him continued to circulate, eventually turning into a cloud of mist.
Empty hall.
Zhao Pingyu, who was holding a half-foot golden armor puppet in his hand, raised his head and was slightly taken aback when he saw Han Muye.
However, his eyes fell on the green long sword held in Han Muye’s hand, and a smile appeared on his face.
“Senior Brother Han, Senior Tu said, I’ll go to Luoxue Immortal Realm with you someday.”
Having obtained the inheritance of Tu Tianzhen together, Zhao Pingyu calling Han Muye a brother is not bad.
Tu Tianzhen came from Luoxue Immortal Realm. When his sect was destroyed, he always wanted revenge but couldn’t.
Han Muye got this clearing rain sword, and he will naturally go to Luoxue Immortal Realm when he has the chance.
No commitment is required, if he has the ability to take revenge, he will take action.
Han Muye nodded and looked around.
This great hall was formed by relying on the power of two treasures. After being charged with the Clear Rain Sword and the golden puppet, the great hall lost the power to suppress and began to collapse.
“Let’s go.” Holding the long sword, Han Muye moved and stepped out of the hall.
Zhao Pingyu walked out with a smile, holding the golden armor puppet in his palm.
The grand hall collapsed behind them.
The two stood in front of the stone steps and looked at the blood-colored smoke column rising in front.
Twenty plumes of smoke rose into the sky, blocking the already shattered bluestone square.
“The chance in the world demands that those who see it have a share.”
“My Blood War Sect has always acted generously, leaving the sword and the puppet.”
The voice sounded, with joking.
“By the way, your blue stone, and your double swords on your back.”
“With such a big hall, you must have made a lot of money, and you won’t feel bad if you share some treasures with us, right?”
Twenty smoke pillars surrounded Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, and the blood filled the air, which seemed to be able to suppress even the soul.
The Bloody Battle Sect is the main sect of the Rain-covering Immortal Realm. With such strength, who would dare to face it?
They have done too much half-hearted robbery, and it’s easy.
As for those who want to resist, that’s better.
“Blood Battle Sect.” Han Muye looked at the twenty strong men in blood armor who were surrounding him.
Jia Lintao, a master of the Blood War Sect who he met last time, no longer has the belief that he will win every battle.
This time, it seems to be different.
Fighting intent.
On Han Muye’s body, the sword light and fighting intent turned into a gust of wind!
“Kill—” The Bloody Battle Sect master standing in front snorted lowly, stabbing the long spear against the long sword in his hand.
The other nineteen Bloody Battle Sect masters shot at the same time.
Zhao Pingyu laughed, the golden armor puppet he held in his hand became ten feet high, and the golden war gun in his hand swept across.
“Boom—”
The guns blocked half of the Blood War Sect masters, and the rest, led by Jiang Jin, the first deacon of the Blood War Sect Nine Blood Hall, broke into Han Muye’s side.
The Qingyu Sword in Han Muye’s hand shook and turned into a green bamboo leaf.
Bamboo leaves flickered, and the power revealed in them enveloped the space of a hundred feet.
“Be careful!” Jiang Jin’s expression changed, and he slammed down the gun in his hand.
But the spear only fell three feet, and it was blocked by the blue sword light.
The other experts from the Bloody Battle Sect were covered in cyan bamboo leaves, and their blood shone.
“Thorn-”
Bamboo leaves pierced through his body, spilling with traces of blood.
When the long swords in Han Muye’s hands reassembled, there were only three experts of the Bloody Battle Sect standing in front of him, and the others all stepped back with pale faces.
On the other side, the golden armor puppet also used a long spear to force the remaining Bloody Battle Sect masters back.
“You all get out of the way.” Jiang Jin snorted lowly, his body’s qi and blood smoke turned into a long blood-colored dragon, and he walked with him.
Two blood dragons rushed forward along with the long spears, wrapping around Han Muye’s body.
This blow directly blocked Han Muye’s retreat.
Moreover, this hit, visible streamer flashing, blood filled the air, and even the power of the soul was suppressed.
If Han Muye wanted to survive, he had to fight.
This is the Blood War Sect.
Bloody battle to live, otherwise, only to die.
Han Muye raised the Clear Rain Sword in his hand with a solemn expression.
Jiang Jin’s strength is strong enough.
That’s what’s interesting.
The long sword stabbed out, and a blue sword light protruded out, inspiring the two blood dragons to pursue, and then another sword cut out, the blue sword light flashed, and the space in front of him was broken open.
Not entanglement, but directly breaking the space!
Jian Feng instantly appeared three feet in front of Jiang Jin.
Jiang Jin let out a low voice and slammed it down with a punch.
“when-”
The sword’s edge vibrated.
The two were three feet apart, and the spear and sword in their hands were either stabbing or chopping, causing the power of the surrounding world to converge.
The Gangfeng burst, and Zhao Pingyu and others had to back away.
ten feet.
hundred feet.
Thousands of feet.
lofty!
“boom-”
The cyan sword light and the blood-colored spear were mixed together, and then exploded with a roar.
The spear shattered, revealing the true face of the spear.
The sword light shattered, and green leaves floated.
“Clear breeze, disperse.” Han Muye raised his hand, and countless green bamboo leaves turned into battle formations, one sweeping, and Jiang Jin was wrapped in it.
The blow was sudden and strange, Jiang Jin’s eyes widened, but he couldn’t stand it out for a while.
“kill-”
Jiang Jin’s violent shouts came, and he was knocked out of the blue battle formation, covered in blood, his hands trembling.
Han Muye drew the sword in his hand and turned into a curtain of blue light.
Then, he slowly raised his hand, and the two swords behind him, with fighting intent and sword intent, condensed into a cold sword.
Killing intent began to surge.
The spirit and spirit gather together, the killing intent, sword intent and fighting intent are condensed into one sword!
Jiang Jin looked up at the sword in Han Muye’s hand, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and took a step back.
retreat!
Those experts in the Bloody Battle Sect all widened their eyes.
The first deacon of the Nine Bloods Hall, Jiang Jin, who has always been victorious in every battle, actually took a step back today!
“Nine Blood Hall, Jiang Jin.” Jiang Jin looked at Han Muye and said in a deep voice.
“Haha, this is Yunlan City Yunlan Sword Immortal.” Zhao Pingyu on the side said with a smile.
Zhao Pingyu has long heard the name of Jiang Jin in Jiuxuetang.
I really did not expect that such a strong person would take a step back in front of Yunlan Jianxian today.
This step means that Yunlan Sword Immortal’s combat power has already overwhelmed the deacon of the Nine Blood Hall, and it is even close to the elders and powerhouses of the Nine Blood Hall!
How strong is Yunlan Sword Immortal?
“Yunlan City, Yunlan Sword Immortal, I remember it.” Jiang Jin nodded, his body flashed with blood, and his figure stepped back.
He wasn’t sure.
If there is no certainty of victory, the battle will be temporarily abandoned.
For the masters of their Blood War Sect, it is a good thing to have a strong enemy ahead.
There is no chance of winning for the time being, which is also a good thing.
The surging fighting intent was surging in his heart, and Jiang Jin’s eyes were full of halos like burning flames.
The next goal is to win Yunlan Sword Immortal!
Looking at the **** battle master who was slowly retreating, Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Pingyu.
“Senior Thousand Formation—”
“Hey, junior brother, it’s junior brother.” Zhao Pingyu waved his hand and said with a smile.
Han Muye shook his head and said with a light smile, “Then Junior Brother, Junior Brother Zhao, I’m going to Kuxianyu, and I won’t go with you.”
Hearing Han Muye say to go to the Bitter Immortal Territory, Zhao Pingyu had a solemn look on his face, nodded, and took out a golden array plate.
“My brother and you are also a burden. This is a formation plate that can withstand a blow from the peak of the transformation and can also transmit thousands of miles. Give it to your brother to protect yourself.”
He threw the formation plate in front of Han Muye, turned around and left.
Han Muye took over the formation plate and didn’t stop there anymore, his figure turned into a sword light.
Zhao Pingyu turned his head slightly, watching the sword light swept across thousands of miles in an instant, and a look of envy flashed across his face.
“It’s amazing…”
In the distance ~www.readmtl.com~ everyone in the Blood War Sect also looked up.
“Sword Immortal Yunlan, it’s amazing.” A pale-faced, blood-stained master of the Blood War Sect whispered softly.
Jiang Jin nodded, his body surging with fighting intent.
Han Muye, who was flying in midair, took out a golden talisman, and the fairy light penetrated into it, triggering a flash of blood-colored spiritual light.
“I found it.” He whispered softly, Han Muye followed the guidance of this spiritual light, turned directly, and flew forward.
Ahead, the vast and endless mountains exuded a secluded atmosphere.
Jin Huo, who was hiding on Han Muye’s shoulder, raised his head, and there was a twinkle in his eyes.
Over there, is the Bitter Immortal Domain.
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