Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

569. Senior's Relics Of Qingyu Sword

Sword Technique, Fissure Abyss.

Sword Ray turned into a hundred zhang, leading Immortal Qi in the void, and slashed down quickly.

Heaven and earth are like an abyss, split by a sword!

This is Han Muye's sword that condenses his fighting spirit and Sword intent. It is the sublimation of kendo power after stepping into Celestial Immortals Realm.

Baizhang Sword Ray connected to the big sword in Han Muye's hand and slammed into White Tiger's forehead.

The White Tiger trembled and his body exploded.

But in the next instant, the second White Tiger came together again.

Moreover, this White Tiger's body is a bit more muscular than the previous one.

The golden fairy pattern on his body is more agile.

The momentum of 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.

This method, Han Muye has experienced on the stage.

The more you fight, the stronger.

Obviously, the formation here is inextricably linked with the Universe formation and the formation on the stage.

At other times, Han Muye is willing to Laser Focus slowly, see what the limit of this formation is, 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, with his long sword in his hand, he rushed to kill.

"Broken, Yuan!"

The long sword was condensed into a thousand feet, Sword Ray revealed a chill, and the place where he passed was instantly frozen.

"Bam—"

With a sword slashed, White Tiger's body 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 White Tiger's body condensed, Han Muye had already landed in the army formation, swept away with the long sword in his hand.

"boom--"

Sword Ray turned into a golden halo, severing the bodies of all 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 White Tiger was no longer able to condense.

It took less than a hundred breaths of time for Han Muye to fly out to the time when the army was broken.

Han Muye stood with his sword in hand, and the surrounding golden-armored soldiers slowly retreated.

Zhao Pingyu 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."

After all, the power of the formation path is 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 overseer is in charge, it will take a lot of effort for me to break through this formation." Han Muye nodded, the big sword in his hand dispersed, and his eyes fell on the Great 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 cyan peaks were suspended, and immortal light appeared all around him.

Immortal light envelopes the sky, 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 disappeared in the square outside the Great 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 Blood War Ancestor powerhouses in the same blood armor fell, and with a movement, they 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."

"Immortal Qi is locked in his body, it's not that his strength is exhausted and he breaks out of the formation."

"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 out, their respective information gathered, and the identity of Han Muye has been 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 my deacon in the Nine Bloods Hall." The big man who was in the lead showed disdain in his eyes and looked up at the Great Hall in front of him.

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 Great 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 great formation."

Beside the big man, a black-bearded old man showed a strange color on his face.

Others also looked solemn.

Blood War Ancestor Nine Blood Hall Jiang Jin.

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 the first deacon.

His punch was blocked like this, and the Great Hall could block everyone under Hua Xu.

"Our Blood War Ancestor doesn't study the way of formation deeply, 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 Blood War Ancestor best at?

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

That's what they do with ease.

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In the Great Hall, when Han Muye stepped in, Zhao Pingyu had already lost his figure in front of him.

But he was in no hurry.

This is the place where a senior of Zhendao hides. For Zhao Pingyu, this is a treasure land and an opportunity.

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

As for Han Muye, the lineage of formation actually is not too important.

He masters the Universe Great Array and the Universe Sword Array himself, and he doesn't like the ordinary array.

Looking up and looking forward, this great formation uses the power of the formation to lock on the space. The Great Hall, which looks only a thousand feet square, has a feeling of emptiness and endlessness.

On both sides of the Great Hall, there are 100-foot-tall stone statues 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 immortal 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 Qi poured, 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 Great Hall, is it to bring him Han Muye here?

Looking at the stone statue that had raised the great sword, a flash of enlightenment flashed across Han Muye's face.

Outside of the Great Hall, he is a great formation broken by kendo.

"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 stood up, he was already in a verdant wilderness.

Around him, there are rolling mountains, green grasslands, and bamboo forests.

In the distance, Blood Qi rose to the sky, 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."

Behind Han Muye, an old voice came.

He turned his head and saw a Pentecost Daoist in a blue and white robe with a sapphire long sword on his back.

Daoist looks immortal, with Sword Qi around him.

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

"See it?" Seeing Han Muye's eyes falling on him, the old man smiled slightly: "I fought with Tu Tianzhen back then and finally lost to his Tu Yuan battle."

"But he's not much better. His Cultivation Base is gone, leaving only his spirit and 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 hall masters of the Xuntian Temple, is rampant in the sword formation, in the name of senior, who does not know about my Xuntian Temple?" 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.

Sword Ray flickered, and with just one movement, he was within three feet in front of Han Muye.

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

Penetrated within three feet by Sword Ray, it can be seen that the Cultivation Base's combat power is too weak, and it is obviously unable 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 Ray on his fingertips slowly protruded.

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 out.

He moved his fingers, and Sword Ray flashed like a meteor, instantly locking the space around Xu Mingjian.

"Luoxue, Qingfeng, Duanhun, Mie Shen, you, you are the inheritor of Senior Brother Guan?" Xu Mingjian raised his hand and pulled out his sword, blocked several Sword Rays, and then looked at Han Muye.

"Brother Guan has broken through to Immortal Monarch?"

Immortal Monarch?

Han Muye shook his head.

The Kanto Cloud might be able to match Golden Immortal, but Cultivation Base is far from enough.

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

"He has fallen."

Han Muye whispered.

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

"Senior brother, you have fallen..."

"He, he is the person I have the most hope of becoming 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."

Speaking of this, he took off the long sword behind him, raised his hand, 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 dissipated and turned into countless verdant Sword Rays.

These Sword Rays shine, transforming 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 cyan immortal 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, he also had a faint Sword Ray emanating from him.

These Sword Rays 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 sky is covered by Blood Qi.

The rich blood light collided with the cyan immortal light, causing a meteor-like dazzling cold light to interlace.

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, neither Sword Ray nor Sword Array.

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 Rays exploded and fell into the bamboo forest behind.

In an instant, the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest turned into endless blue Sword Ray, and then hung in the air.

On the opposite side, the army assembled and settled in front of Han Muye.

The pale yellow aura of the battle formation and the cyan immortal light Sword Qijing are distinct.

Han Muye stood in the middle, as if, giving him a chance to choose.

"Hehe, formation, sword formation."

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

"Senior, if you didn't know the secret of the Temple of Heaven, you knew that there was a turmoil in the Temple of Heaven, and knew that the Qingyu Sword Xu Mingjian had another identity—" Han Muye smiled and let go of the sword's hilt.

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 is the slaughtering array, but the difference between the main body and the clone, the sword spirit and the array spirit." Han Muye's voice came softly, but it made the whole sky move.

Han Muye knows more.

From Qingyujian, he knew that Xu Mingjian was originally a powerful formation from another Immortal World.

After he came to Fuyu Immortal World, 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 World, and the entire Sect of Tu Tianzhen 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 swordsmanship couldn't stop his own 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 it participated in the battle of Power on the two Golden Immortals.

Xuanling Sword Sect Immemorial Golden Immortal Zhu Ming, came to attack and kill Cangyun Immortal Monarch of Closed Door Training.

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.

Killing an Immortal Monarch was a chance for Tu Tianzhen to fight.

In the end, Cangyun Immortal Monarch and Immemorial Golden Immortal Zhu Ming both perished, and Tu Tianzhen was implicated and quit the Immortal Domain, 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 said, is it the way of formation or the way of swordsmanship." Behind Han Muye, the green bamboo leaves turned into a sapphire sword, and the sword's edge all 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 the world." Han Muye shook his head, his eyes turned to the pale yellow figure in 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 raised hands, the half-footed swords converged into a great sword that held the sky up to ten thousand feet.

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 strike, mobilizing the power of heaven and earth behind it, converged into a long spear.

"Bam—"

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 Normal.

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 the green bamboo 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."

Gently pressing the palm of his hand, countless streamers flashed in Han Muye's eyes: "Senior, do you think the sword is strong, or the formation is strong?"

"Kendo..." Xu Mingjian said blankly, causing those sapphire swords to vibrate.

"Kendo?" Han Muye chuckled 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 Sword Ray, who was slowly gathering 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 own 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.

Sword cultivators form an array, and Sword Ray gathers in their hands.

At this time, the brilliance of this Sword Ray 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 down 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 flow, eventually turning into a cloud of mist.

Empty Great Hall.

Zhao Pingyu, who was holding a half-foot golden puppet in his hand, looked up and saw Han Muye, and was slightly taken aback.

But his eyes fell on the verdant long sword in Han Muye's hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Senior Brother Han, Tu senior said, I will go with you to Luoxue Immortal World someday."

With the inheritance of Tu Tianzhen, Zhao Pingyu called Han Muye a good brother.

Tu Tianzhen is from Luoxue Immortal World. When his Sect was destroyed, he always wanted revenge but couldn't.

Han Muye got this clearing rain sword, and if he has the opportunity, he will naturally go to the Immortal World of Snowfall.

No commitment is required, if he has the ability to Retaliate, he will shoot.

Han Muye nodded and looked around.

This Great Hall relied on the power of two treasures to form a great formation. After being charged with the Clear Rain Sword and the golden puppet, the Great Hall lost its suppression power and began to collapse.

"Let's go." With a long sword in hand, Han Muye moved and stepped out of the Great Hall.

Zhao Pingyu walked out with a smile, holding the golden armor puppet in his palm.

The magnificent Great 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 opportunity in the world demands that those who see it have a share."

"My blood War Ancestor 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 Great Hall, you must have made a lot of money, and you won't feel bad if you share some treasures with us, right?"

Twenty plumes of smoke surrounded Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, and the blood filled the air, which seemed to be able to suppress even the soul.

Blood War Ancestor is the sect of the Immortal World that covers the rain. 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 War Ancestor." Han Muye looked at the twenty strong men in blood armor who came around.

The last blood War Ancestor expert Jia Lintao met, he no longer had the belief that he would win every battle.

This time, it seems to be different.

Fighting intent.

On Han Muye, Sword Ray and fighting intent turned into a gust of wind!

"Kill—" The Blood War Ancestor master who stood in front snorted lowly, stabbing the long spear against the long sword in his hand.

Nineteen other Blood War Ancestor 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.

"Bam—"

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

The clear rain 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 Ray.

Several other Blood War Ancestor masters were covered in cyan bamboo leaves, and their blood shone.

"Thorn-"

Bamboo leaves pierced through his body, spilling with traces of blood.

When the swords in Han Muye's hands reassembled, there were only three Blood War Ancestor masters standing in front of him, and the others all stepped back with pale faces.

On the other side, the golden armor puppet also used the spear to force the remaining Blood War Ancestor 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. The long spear in his hand was broken into two short spears, and his hands stuck out.

Two blood dragons rushed forward with the spear, winding towards both sides of Han Muye's body.

This strike directly blocked Han Muye's retreat.

Moreover, in this strike, the streamer can be seen flashing, the blood is filled with blood, and even the power of the soul is suppressed.

Han Muye had to fight to survive.

This is Blood War Ancestor.

Bloody battle to live, otherwise, only to die.

Han Muye raised the Qingyu 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 Ray protruded out, inspiring the two blood dragons to pursue, and then another sword slashed out, and the blue Sword Ray phantom flashed, breaking the space in front of him.

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 Ray mixed with the blood-colored spear, and then exploded with a roar.

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

Sword Ray shattered, and green leaves floated.

"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.

This strike came suddenly and strangely, Jiang Jin's eyes widened, but he couldn't stand 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 cyan 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 energy gather together, the killing intent Sword intent and the fighting intent are 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 War Ancestor masters widened their eyes.

The first deacon of the Nine Bloods Hall, Jiang Jin, who has always won 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 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 Jiuxuetang, and it is close to the elder powerhouse of Jiuxuetang!

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 Ancestor, it's 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 blood War Ancestor master slowly receding, Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Pingyu.

"Thousands of seniors—"

"Hey, junior brother, it's junior brother." Zhao Pingyu waved his hand and said with a smile.

Han Muye shook his head and chuckled: "Then Junior Brother, Junior Brother Zhao, I'm going to suffer the Immortal Domain, and I won't go with you."

Hearing Han Muye say go to the Immortal Domain, Zhao Pingyu showed 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 battle plate in front of Han Muye, turned around and left.

Han Muye took over the battle plate and didn't stop there, taking the form of Sword Ray.

Zhao Pingyu turned his head slightly, and saw that Sword Ray swept across Norman in an instant, a look of envy flashed on his face.

"It's amazing..."

In the distance, everyone in the Blood War Ancestor looked up.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, so powerful." A pale-faced Blood War Ancestor expert whispered softly.

Jiang Jin nodded, his body surging with fighting intent.

Flying in midair, Han Muye took out a golden talisman, and immortal light penetrated into it, triggering a flash of blood-colored aura.

"I found it." With a soft voice, Han Muye followed the guidance of the aura, turned directly, and flew forward.

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

The golden fire hidden on Han Muye's shoulder raised his head, and there was a twinkle in his eyes.

Over there, the bitter Immortal Domain.

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