Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Swordsmanship, cracking the abyss.

The sword light turned into hundreds of feet, attracting the immortal energy in the void, and swiftly struck down.

The world is like an abyss, and it will be split by a sword!

This is Han Muye's sword that condenses his own fighting and sword intent, and it is the sublimation of the power of the sword after stepping into the realm of immortality.

The Baizhang sword light was attached to the big sword in Han Muye's hand, and hit the white tiger hard on the forehead.

The white tiger trembled, and its body exploded.

But in the next moment, the second white tiger gathered and formed again.

Moreover, the body of this white tiger is somewhat stronger than the previous one.

The golden fairy pattern on his body is more agile.

Baihu's aura also became a bit more dignified.

This is the case with the power of the powerful formation. Not only can it go round and round, it can go back and forth continuously, and it can also absorb attacking power and fuse itself.

Han Muye had experienced this method on the stage.

The more you fight, the stronger you become.

Obviously, the formation here is inextricably linked to the Zhoutian Grand Formation and the formation on the stage.

If it were any other time, Han Muye would like to sharpen it slowly, see what the limit of this formation is, and then try some of the sword skills he has newly comprehended.

But now there is only a quarter of an hour, and he has no intention of holding back.

His gaze fell on the phantom of the white tiger that had gathered again, Han Muye moved, with the long sword in his hand, and charged straight away.

"Broken, Yuan!"

The long sword condensed into a thousand feet, and the light of the sword revealed a chill, and wherever it passed, it froze instantly.

"Boom—"

With a slash of the sword, the white tiger's body shattered in response, and the shattered body was frozen into pieces of ice, scattered all over the ground.

The body of the golden armored soldier puppet in the space of a hundred feet below shattered.

Before the white tiger's body could condense again, Han Muye had already landed in the army formation, sweeping across with the long sword in his hand.

"boom--"

The sword light turned into a golden light wheel, cutting open the bodies of all soldiers within a thousand feet around.

Slash, swing.

Every time the sword is cut, there is a sound of cracking.

After ten breaths, the phantom of the third white tiger that hadn't been fully condensed suddenly collapsed.

The army array was broken, and the white tiger was unable to condense again.

It took less than a hundred breaths from when Han Muye flew out to when the army formation was shattered.

Han Muye stood with his sword in his hand, while the golden-armored soldiers around him retreated slowly.

Zhao Pingyu's figure fell beside Han Muye, looking at the soldiers receding like a tide, with a complex look on his face.

"If there are still people in the center of this formation, directing the power of the formation, I am afraid it will be ten times more difficult to break through."

The power of the formation is exhausted after all, seeing such a large formation being broken so easily by Han Muye, as a practitioner of the formation, Zhao Pingyu is naturally heartbroken.

In terms of combat power, array repair is indeed far inferior to sword repair.

"If a Daoist of the Void Transformation Realm is in charge, I will have to spend a lot of effort breaking this formation." Han Muye nodded, the sword in his hand scattered, and his eyes fell on the hall in front of him.

If there is a Void Transformation Formation repairer sitting in the town, it will take more effort.

Zhao Pingyu twitched his mouth, shook his head, and strode forward.

There is no comparison between people.

Around him, blue mountain peaks floated, emitting immortal light towards the surroundings.

Immortal light shrouded ten thousand feet, reflecting layers upon layers of space.

Here, as long as you make a wrong step, you will be teleported to nowhere.

Han Muye followed closely behind, and the two of them disappeared in the square outside the hall in a short while.

"boom--"

Outside the square, a column of bloody smoke soared to the sky.

A middle-aged burly man wearing blood-colored battle armor with killing intent on his face, a long scar slanted across his entire face stepped on the bluestone floor tiles, his eyes shot a golden light, and he scanned his surroundings.

More than a dozen strong men of the Blood War Sect who were also in blood armor fell down, moved and scattered towards the surroundings.

But after a while, everyone had already returned, holding the scattered bodies of golden soldiers and puppets in their hands.

These gold and iron bodies are all mixed with high-quality spiritual materials, which are very valuable.

"The fracture is crisp and broken with one blow."

"Immortal energy is locked in the body, it's not that the power is exhausted and the formation is broken."

"There are traces of the concentration of kendo power."

"Being able to break through the formation in such a short period of time is probably the strong swordsman Jia Lintao mentioned."

Several people spoke out, and their respective information gathered, and Han Muye's identity has been deduced to a great extent.

After all, they are all strong, and they can see everything from the clues.

"Hmph, people like Jia Lintao are also worthy to be the deacons of my Nine Blood Hall." The big man in the lead looked up at the hall ahead with disdain in his eyes.

He stepped forward and raised his hand to punch.

"boom--"

The fist shadow smashed through the layers of space, and was blocked by the light curtain rising from the stone steps outside the hall.

Those layered spaces that are visible to the naked eye, once you step in, you don't know where you will be teleported, and the light curtain that blocks the punch is even more tyrannical.

"What a powerful formation."

Beside the big man, an old man with black beard showed a strange expression on his face.

Others also looked solemn.

Jiang Jin of the Nine Blood Hall of the Blood Battle School.

They knew how strong the number one deacon of Nine Blood Hall was in front of them.

In the Realm of Void Transformation, there are not many people who can overwhelm this number one deacon.

His punch was blocked like this, and the hall could block everyone under Huaxu.

"Our blood battle sect doesn't have a deep study of the formation method, and I don't bother with this formation." Jiang Jin shook his head, took a step back, and then sat cross-legged on a blue stone pillar.

"We'll wait."

His words made everyone else grin.

What is the blood battle sect best at?

It's not about exploring secrets and searching for treasures, but after others get the treasures, they rob them halfway.

That's what they do well.

—————

In the main hall, when Han Muye stepped into it, Zhao Pingyu had already disappeared in front of him.

But he was in no hurry.

This is the place where a senior of the Taoist Array left behind. For Zhao Pingyu, this is a treasure and a place of opportunity.

Zhao Pingyu disappeared in this place, indicating that he may have been recognized by his predecessors.

As for Han Muye, he didn't pay too much attention to the inheritance of the array.

He himself mastered the Zhoutian Grand Formation, as well as the Zhoutian Sword Formation, and he didn't care much about ordinary formations.

Looking forward, the power of the formation is used to lock the space in this large formation. The hall, which seems to be only a thousand feet in radius, feels empty and endless.

On both sides of the main hall, there are many ten-foot-high stone statues wearing golden armor.

These stone statues have wide eyes and hold big swords, like generals on standby at any time.

Han Muye walked forward slowly, and saw the surrounding clouds and mist, and the fairy light flew away.

Raising his hand, a small sapphire sword landed in the palm of his hand.

This small sword is no more than an ordinary spiritual weapon, and a fairy pattern is engraved on it.

Han Muye held the sword, filled with immortal energy and sword intent.

One picture after another appeared in his mind.

The Qingxuan Jade Sword forms part of the Qingxuan Sword Formation.

A hundred thousand swords can be fused into a sword of immortal treasure, and it is easy to kill immortals and gods.

It's just a pity that this fairy sword has been broken.

The reason for the shattering was——

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the stone statues slowly surrounding him.

Break the sword with an array.

Countless years ago, two formation masters, one based on the stone statue battle formation and the other based on the sword formation, fought here.

In the end, the sword formation lost.

So, this hall is to lure him here, Han Muye?

Looking at the stone statue that had raised its sword, Han Muye's face flashed with enlightenment.

Outside the main hall, he broke through the big formation with the way of the sword.

"boom--"

Three thousand stone statues drew their swords at the same time, and the space with a radius of one thousand feet was directly reduced to nothingness.

Endless streamers shine, enveloping the entire space.

When Han Muye stood still, he was already in a green wilderness.

Around the body, there are continuous mountains, green grasslands, and stretches of bamboo forests.

In the distance, the blood was soaring to the sky, and it was pale and yellow.

"Boy, you have three hours to prepare. After three hours, when Tu Yuan's army arrives, if you can't stop it, it will be annihilated in ashes."

Behind Han Muye came an old voice.

He turned his head and saw a Pentecostal Taoist in a green and white robe with a long sapphire sword on his back.

The Taoist looks like a fairy, with sword energy around his body.

It's just a figure, but it's somewhat illusory.

"See it?" Seeing Han Muye's gaze on him, the old man smiled slightly: "I fought against Tu Tian's formation back then, and was finally defeated by his Tu Yuan's battle formation."

"However, he is not much better. His cultivation base is exhausted, leaving only his spirit and soul to match the battle formation."

"My name is Xu Mingjian, and I hold the Qingyu Sword in my hand, and I am good at sword formation."

"Hey, I'm afraid there are not many juniors who can remember me..." the old man whispered, shaking his head lightly.

"Qingyu Sword Immortal, one of the masters of the Heaven-Xun Temple, uses the sword formation to rampant. In the name of a senior, who in the Heaven-Xun Palace doesn't know?" Han Muye said softly.

His words made the old man tremble all over, and he raised his head to stare at Han Muye.

"Canglang—"

The sapphire sword came out of its sheath, turned into three, and stabbed towards Han Muye's chest.

The sword light flashed away, and with just one move, he was within three feet of Han Muye.

Three feet in front of Jianxiu is the final bottom line.

Being penetrated by the sword light within three feet, it can be seen that the cultivation base and combat power are 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 middle finger were close together, and the blue sword light from his fingertips slowly came out.

It's slow.

So slow that Xu Mingjian was worried about him.

But it was this slow sword that hit the three sword shadows and shattered the three sword shadows.

"One sword three times?"

"Good method!"

Xu Mingjian showed joy on his face, staring at Han Muye: "Whose descendant are you?"

Han Muye didn't open his mouth, he just flipped his palm, flicked the blade of his fingertips, and flew straight out.

He moved his fingers, and the sword light flashed like a shooting star, instantly locking the space around Xu Mingjian.

"Luoxue, Qingfeng, Broken Soul, Mie Shen, you, are you the successor of Senior Brother Guan?" Xu Mingjian raised his hand and drew out his sword, blocking several sword lights, and then looked at Han Muye.

"Senior brother Guan has broken through to the realm of the fairy king?"

Xianjun?

Han Muye shook his head.

Guan Dongyun's combat strength may be comparable to that of a golden immortal, but his cultivation is far from enough.

Otherwise, he would not have fallen into the mortal world.

"He has fallen."

Han Muye spoke softly.

These words made Xu Mingjian tremble all over, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, you have fallen..."

"He, he is the most promising person in my Xuntian Temple to become a fairy king."

Perhaps because the news was too shocking, Xu Mingjian lost his mind for a while.

But in an instant he regained his clarity.

"Let's talk about this later. You have broken the Tutian formation, and you have already attracted his Tuyuan formation. If you can't stop it, you will die."

Xu Mingjian cast his eyes into the distance, and said in a low voice: "In the past hundreds of thousands of years, there have been many sword cultivators who have fallen into this formation, and none of them can leave alive."

There was a gloomy look on his face.

"The power of the sword formation may really be inferior to the Daoist formation."

Speaking of this, he took off the long sword behind him, raised his hand to lead it, and landed in front of Han Muye.

"This sword is my Qingyu Sword. It is a fairy sword weapon, but it lacks the warmth and nourishment, and its combat power is much worse."

"Use this sword to form an formation, attract the power of heaven and earth, and resist Tu Yuan's battle formation with all your strength."

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, his figure had already dissipated, turning 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 phantom of a long sword.

There are unexpectedly many swords in this stacked space.

Han Muye raised his hand and held the Qingyu Sword in front of him.

Pressing the hilt of the sword, the cyan light poured in, and a faint sword intent poured in.

After all, it is a fairy treasure with an owner, and it is not suitable for direct refining, but it does not matter to check some memories, right?

As the memory images flashed, a smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

Fortunately, I took another look.

Many things, what you see is not necessarily true.

Only this sword will not lie to himself.

"There are still three hours, it's 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 gently, blowing across the stretch of green grass.

Three hours, but an instant.

With the roaring sound, on the hills in the distance, an army of red riders and black armor rushed like a tide.

Blood energy filled the sky to cover the sky.

The rich blood light collided with the cyan fairy light, arousing meteor-like radiant and cold lights intertwined.

Xu Mingjian's sword formation has already fought against the opponent's Tu Yuan battle formation.

The sword array turned into a light curtain, resisting the surging warriors.

"boom--"

War cavalry is like a landslide and tsunami, moving forward indomitably.

Nothing can stop this war cavalry, whether it is sword light or sword array.

The vast army advanced rapidly.

Pieces of green grass and wasteland were trampled, and the mountains and forests were covered and turned into a dim yellow.

"boom--"

There was a crackling sound, and the light curtain that resisted the army formation in front collapsed.

lost.

"Boy, it's up to 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 gathered and settled in front of Han Muye.

There is a clear distinction between the pale yellow battle formation aura and the blue fairy light sword aura.

Han Muye stood in the middle, as if to give him a chance to make a choice.

"Hehe, array way, sword array."

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face, and he looked at the Qingyu Sword in his hand.

"Senior, if you didn't know the secrets of the Xuntian Temple, there was a turmoil in the Xuntian Temple back then, and you knew that the Clear Rain Sword Xu Mingjian had another identity—" Han Muye smiled and let go of the hilt.

The Qingyu sword vibrated and turned into pieces of bamboo leaves.

"What do you know?" Xu Mingjian's voice sounded.

"Naturally, I know that Xu Mingjian is the Tutian Formation. It's just the difference between the main body and the clone, and the sword spirit and the formation spirit." Han Muye's voice came softly, but it shook the whole world.

Han Muye knew more.

From the Qingyu Sword, he knew that Xu Mingjian was originally a powerful man from another fairy world.

After he came to Fuyu Immortal Realm, he concealed his identity and practiced the way of sword again, and finally worshiped in Xuanling Sword Sect and became a member of Xuntian Palace.

It's just that from the beginning to the end, he always chooses before the way of the sword and the way of formation.

Tu Yuan's battle formation was extremely powerful, and his combat power was overwhelming.

But this battle formation was defeated by swordsmanship in the original fairy world, and the entire sect of Tu Tianzhen was destroyed, leaving him alone to escape.

He wanted to learn the sword and use the power of the sword formation to avenge him.

But in the end, the kendo he cultivated couldn't stop his own formation.

So he was at a loss.

The two forces collided, causing him to fall into confusion.

Of course, it was not for this reason that he fell here.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

Tu Tianzhen fell here because he participated in the powerful fight between the two golden immortals.

The Great Luo Jinxian Zhuming of Xuanling Sword Sect came to attack and kill Cangyun Xianjun, who was heavily closed.

Tu Tianzhen was invited by Zhu Ming to go with him because of the tyrannical tactics of the formation, and he also promised that there would be a big reward after the task was completed.

To attack and kill a fairy, this opportunity is also a chance for Tu Tianzhen.

The final result was that Cangyun Xianjun and Da Luo Jinxian Zhu Ming died together, and Tu Tianzhen was implicated and withdrew from the realm of bitter immortals, but eventually died of his injuries.

It's just that before he fell, he had a lot of arrangements and wanted to pass on his inheritance.

It's a pity that choosing between the way of formation and the way of swords made his own mind and soul confused 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 light yellow robe emerged, standing in the air.

"Then tell me, is it stronger in formation or sword?"

The pale yellow figure yelled loudly, and all the warriors on the battle formation yelled lowly, triggering the bloody aura to surge, and the power of the vastness suddenly pressed down towards the front.

"Tell me, is it the way of formation or the way of the sword." Behind Han Muye, the green bamboo leaves turned into green jade swords, all pointing at him.

Strong array, or strong sword?

Until the fall, Tu Tianzhen couldn't figure it out.

If he admits that the formation is strong, then all his persistence is meaningless, because his formation is defeated by the sword.

Admitting that the way of the sword is strong, the way of the sword he cultivated is obviously weaker than his own way of formation.

"Actually, there is no distinction between strength and weakness in cultivation in this world." Han Muye shook his head, his eyes turned to the pale yellow figure on the vast battlefield in front of him.

"Canglang—"

A sword chant resounded throughout the world!

sword!

It's not Xu Mingjian's Clear Rain Sword, it's not the thousands of bamboo leaves, but green grass.

Countless green grass leaves rise up, turning into small half-foot swords, green and soft.

When Han Muye raised his hands, the small half-foot swords converged into a huge sword that supported the sky. The light of the sword shone, and the golden fairy patterns on it flowed, agility and erratic.

The sword just came together, and it directly slashed towards the boundless battle formation.

"Good swordsmanship." The pale yellow figure above the battle formation shouted, arousing the entire formation, and the war cavalry who had stopped moving instantly thundered.

The war horse gallops forward like a wave.

A phantom of a mighty golden-armored general emerged, holding a long spear in his phantom, and collided with the long sword that was swung down from his head.

This blow mobilized the power of heaven and earth behind him to gather into a long spear.

"Boom—"

The long sword shattered, the spear turned into nothingness, and the golden armored general also collapsed directly.

Evenly matched!

With the power of a single sword, he can fight against such a tyrannical battle formation without retreating, evenly matched!

Those sapphire long swords in the rear vibrated slightly, as if they couldn't believe it.

Who can have such swordsmanship, and can't retreat in a battle with Tu Yuan!

"Om—"

At this moment, the shattered long sword scattered and turned into countless small green swords, standing in the air.

This looks very much like the long swords made of bamboo leaves behind.

"There is still power to fight..." Xu Mingjian's voice sounded from among the sapphire sword clusters.

He didn't expect that the long sword that had collapsed had such means.

Countless little blue swords fell down like raindrops.

All the warriors were covered by the rain, their bodies melted, and then fell silent.

Large expanses of verdant green grass are covered, stretching seemingly endlessly.

The grassland that was trampled before has returned.

The pale yellow body also turned into nothingness in the rain.

Tu Yuan battle formation, broken.

Han Muye turned his head slowly, looking at the green bamboo behind him.

"The way of the sword is the way of breaking and standing. If Tu Yuan's battle formation can be broken, the way of the sword can be established."

"Liliyuan is on the grass, one year old and one year old."

Gently pressing down with the palm, Han Muye's eyes were filled with countless streamers of light: "Senior, do you think you are strong in swordsmanship or array?"

"The way of the sword..." Xu Mingjian said blankly, causing the sapphire swords to vibrate.

"The way of the sword?" Han Muye chuckled and raised his palm: "Senior, let's see—"

"boom--"

The green grass turned into a long sword again, and the mighty sword edge slashed down on the head.

The green bamboo leaves also condensed into a sword, and collided with the long sword of green grass without giving way.

The two swords shattered at the same time, and the green bamboo swords scattered bamboo leaves all over the ground, but the green grass swords were floating one by one.

"This, is this the power of the sword formation?"

"No, this is—" Xu Mingjian, who was wearing a green robe, showed his figure, his face was full of excitement.

"This is Tu Yuan Battle Formation!"

Every grass sword is a warrior!

Use the sword as an array, and the sword becomes a battle array!

Xu Mingjian trembled, staring at the sword light slowly gathering strength, and murmured in his mouth: "Why didn't I think of it, sword array, battle array, sword, array..."

Why is there such a clear distinction between the way of the sword and the way of formation?

Tu Tianzhen exhausted his whole life to verify who is stronger in his swordsmanship or formation, and who can give himself the power of revenge.

But it wasn't until this moment that he realized that if he had gone one step further and mixed the already condensed sword formation with what he had learned in the formation, his combat power would be completely different!

But people have obsessions.

His obsession with the way of fighting and the way of swordsmanship is different, which made him feel confused. When he fell, the two powers could not be united.

"Om—"

The green bamboo sword formation flew up, turning into sword cultivators in green clothes holding long swords.

The sword cultivators lined up, and the light of the sword in their hands gathered.

At this moment, the brilliance of this sword's light was many times stronger than the previous Qingyu Sword.

"I understand……"

Xu Mingjian's figure slowly dispersed.

"This sword is for you."

The green long sword flew down in front of Han Muye.

Immortal sword weapon, Qingyu sword.

Han Muye reached out and grabbed the long sword, the space around him continued to flow, and finally turned into clouds.

Empty hall.

Holding a half-foot gold-armored puppet in his hand, Zhao Pingyu looked up 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 that I will go to Luoxue Immortal Realm with you in the future."

Having obtained the inheritance of Tu Tianzhen together, Zhao Pingyu called Han Muye his senior brother.

Tu Tianzhen came from Luoxue Immortal Realm. When his sect was destroyed, he always wanted revenge but failed.

Han Muye got this Qingyu Sword, so he will naturally go to Luoxue Immortal Realm if he has a chance in the future.

No promises are needed, if he has the ability to take revenge, he will do so.

Han Muye nodded and looked around.

The main hall was formed by relying on the power of the two treasures. After the Qingyu Sword and the golden puppet were taken away, the main hall lost its suppressive power and began to collapse.

"Let's go." Holding the long sword in hand, Han Muye moved and stepped out of the hall.

With a smile on his face, Zhao Pingyu walked out with the golden armored puppet in his palm.

The magnificent hall collapsed behind them.

The two stood in front of the stone steps, looking at the column of bloody smoke rising ahead.

Twenty pillars of smoke soared into the sky, blocking the already shattered bluestone square.

"Opportunities in the world are for those who see themselves."

"My blood battle sect has always acted generously, leaving behind that sword and, also, that puppet."

The voice sounded, with banter.

"By the way, your blue stone, and the double swords you carry on your back."

"Such a big hall, you must have made a lot of money, and you don't feel bad about sharing some treasures with us, right?"

Twenty pillars of smoke surrounded Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, and the bloody aura filled the air, as if it could suppress even the soul.

The blood battle sect is the master of the rain-covering fairy world, so powerful, who dares to face it?

They have done too many half-way robbing things, and it went smoothly.

As for those who want to resist, that's even better.

"Blood Battle Sect." Han Muye looked at the twenty strong men in blood armor who surrounded him.

Jia Lintao, the master of the bloody battle sect that he met last time, no longer has the belief that he will win every battle.

This time, it seems to be different.

The fighting spirit is solidified.

On Han Muye's body, the sword light and fighting spirit directly turned into a strong wind!

"Kill—" the Blood War Sect master standing in front shouted, and stabbed the long sword with the spear in his hand.

The other nineteen Blood Battle Sect masters shot at the same time.

Zhao Pingyu chuckled, the golden armored puppet in his hand turned into a height of ten feet, and the golden battle spear in his hand swept across.

"Boom—"

The battle gun blocked half of the Blood Battle Sect masters, and the rest, led by Jiang Jin, the first deacon of the Nine Blood Hall of the Blood Battle Sect, broke into Han Muye's side.

The Qingyu sword in Han Muye's hand trembled, and it turned into a green bamboo leaf.

The bamboo leaves flickered, and the power released from them enveloped the hundred-foot space.

"Be careful!" Jiang Jin's complexion changed, and he slammed down the battle gun in his hand.

But the spear fell only three feet before it was blocked by the blue sword light.

The other masters of the Blood Battle Sect were covered in blue bamboo leaves, shining with blood.

"Stab—"

Bamboo leaves pierced the body, with traces of blood dripping down.

When the long swords in Han Muye's hands were reunited, there were only three Blood War Sect masters standing in front of him, and the others all backed away with pale faces.

On the other side, the golden-armored puppet also used spears to force the remaining masters of the Blood War Sect back.

"Get out of the way, all of you." Jiang Jin yelled lowly, and the pillar of blood and blood on his body turned into a blood-colored dragon, walking with him, the long spear in his hand broke into two short spears, and his hands stretched out.

Two blood dragons rushed forward with the long spear, entwining towards Han Muye's body.

This blow directly blocked Han Muye's escape route.

What's more, with this hit, there can be seen flashes of light and blood, and even the power of the soul is suppressed.

The only way for Han Muye to survive is to fight.

This is the Blood War Sect.

You have to live in a bloody battle, otherwise, you can only die.

Han Muye raised the Qingyu Sword in his hand with a solemn expression.

Jiang Jin is strong enough.

That's what makes it interesting.

The long sword stabbed out, and a blue sword light protruded out, attracting the two blood dragons to pursue, and then cut out with a sword, and the blue sword light flashed, breaking the space in front of him.

Not entanglement, but breaking the space directly!

Jianfeng instantly appeared three feet in front of Jiang Jin.

Jiang Jin let out a low cry, and punched it down.

"when--"

The blade trembled.

The two were separated by three feet, and the spears and swords in their hands stabbed or slashed, mobilizing the power of the surrounding heaven and earth to gather.

The gang wind exploded, and Zhao Pingyu and others had to retreat.

ten feet.

Baizhang.

thousands of feet.

lofty!

"boom--"

The cyan sword light mixed with the bloody spear, and then exploded with a roar.

The gun light shattered, revealing the true face of the spear.

The sword light shattered, and green leaves floated.

"Qingfeng, let go." Han Muye raised his hand, countless verdant bamboo leaves turned into a battle formation, and swept Jiang Jin into it.

The blow came suddenly and strangely, Jiang Jin's eyes widened, but he couldn't get out for a while.

"kill--"

Jiang Jin's violent shout came, and he crashed out of the blue battle formation, covered in blood, his hands trembling.

With a flick of the sword in Han Muye's hand, it turned into a blue light curtain.

Then, he slowly raised his hand, and the two swords behind his back were full of fighting and sword intent, condensing into a cold sword.

The killing intent began to surge.

Concentration of spirit, energy and spirit, killing intent, sword intent and fighting intent condensed in 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 bloody battle sect masters all stared wide-eyed.

The number one deacon of the Nine Blood Hall, Jiang Jin, who was always victorious in every battle, 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 Sword Immortal of Yunlan City." Zhao Pingyu smiled and said.

Zhao Pingyu had also heard of the name of Jiang Jin in Nine Blood Hall.

I really didn't expect that such a strong person would take a step back in front of Yunlan Sword Immortal today.

This step means that Yunlan Sword Immortal's battle strength has surpassed that of the Deacon of Nine Blood Hall, approaching the elders and powerhouses of Nine Blood Hall!

How strong is Yunlan Sword Immortal?

"Yunlan City, Yunlan Sword Immortal, I remember." Jiang Jin nodded, blood flashed on his body, and he stepped back.

He wasn't sure.

If you are not sure of winning, then this battle will be temporarily abandoned.

For the masters of their blood battle sect, it is a good thing to have a strong enemy in front of them.

It is a good thing that there is no chance of winning for the time being.

Surging fighting intent surged in his heart, and Jiang Jin's eyes were full of halos like flames.

The next goal is to win Sword Fairy Yunlan!

Seeing the master of Blood War Sect retreating slowly, Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Pingyu.

"Senior Qianzhen—"

"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, Zhao Junior Brother, I'm going to the Kuxian Realm, so I won't go with you."

Hearing that Han Muye said to go to the Kuxian Realm, Zhao Pingyu showed a serious look on his face, nodded, and took out a golden array.

"It's a burden for me to walk with you, senior brother. This is a formation disk that can withstand a blow from the peak of the Void Transformation, and can also be teleported thousands of miles. Send it as a protection for senior brother."

He threw the array in front of Han Muye, turned around and left.

Han Muye took over the array and didn't stay any longer, his body turned into sword light.

Zhao Pingyu turned his head slightly, seeing the sword light flash across thousands of miles in an instant, envy flashed across his face.

"It's amazing..."

In the distance, everyone in the Blood Battle Sect also looked up.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, you are so powerful." A bloody battle sect master with a pale complexion and bloodstains between his head and face whispered softly.

Jiang Jin nodded, his fighting spirit surging.

Flying in mid-air, Han Muye took out a golden talisman, and the fairy light penetrated into it, triggering a bloody aura to flicker.

"I found it." He whispered, Han Muye followed the guidance of the spiritual light, turned directly, and flew forward.

Ahead, the vast and endless mountains exuded a remote atmosphere.

Jin Huo, who was hiding on Han Muye's shoulder, raised his head, a bright light flashed in his eyes.

Over there is the field of bitter immortals.