I don't want to die.

It's very strange that Han Muye looked at that beautiful face, but he had this thought in his heart.

His body was frozen in place, unable to move, and his whole mind seemed to be torn apart.

One piece, bound by a strange force, had to stare into the nun's eyes.

The other one, circling in his mind, was trying his best to mobilize the sword qi and sword intent in the sea of qi and dantian, wanting to fight to the death.

Han Muye didn't speak, and the smile on the female cultivator's face was even worse.

"No wonder it's the person chosen by the Nine Xuan Sword, he really has some ability, at least this concentration, few people in the Sword Pavilion can do it."

The nun raised her hand, gently climbed her little hand on Han Muye's shoulder, ran it down his cheek, stroked the top of his head, and then gently clasped the small bronze sword he inserted in his hair.

"Hum—"

The small sword shook, shaking the female cultivator's palm open.

For the first time, the nun looked surprised.

Instead, she chuckled.

"Okay, okay, you don't control me, I can control him." As the words fell, the shiny three-inch sword in her hand was raised, piercing straight into Han Muye's eyebrows.

The sword light turned into a light cocoon and wrapped Han Muye, and the female cultivator's body also dissipated.

Submit to.

A thought of bowing his head and kneeling flooded in the bottom of Han Muye's heart.

This nun is beautiful, and she should protect her for the rest of her life.

This thought took root in an instant and grew into a towering tree in his heart.

"Hey, I'm still cultivating the sword bone, it just so happens that my demon bone is connected with the sword bone condensation method, so it's cheap for you."

The gentle voice of the female cultivator sounded in Han Muye's mind.

Then he felt a stinging pain like the marrow of his whole body was about to be withdrawn, his heart was shaken, his legs and feet were weak, and he wanted to kneel.

All of this is the feedback of the central god of the body.

But at this time, he was in another mind, but he was soberly watching and waiting.

A stream of blue and white aura poured into his body, giving him an extra layer of aura on his originally jade-colored bones.

The aura gathered, and at his back, a section of his spine turned into a white jade shape.

In his mind, the figure of the nun appeared.

"Surrender to me, go and take out the Nine Xuan Sword that suppressed my body." In her mind, the nun's voice revealed endless charm.

Han Muye's spirit seemed to give in unconditionally and agreed.

Now is the time!

His watchful spirit fell straight down.

Han Muye, who had not moved at all, was shocked, and all the sword qi and sword intent in the sea of qi and dantian exploded.

"Hum—"

At this moment, around him, the sword qi condensed into a light and shadow!

With the sword intent as the screen, all the perception of the soul and aura is eliminated.

In his mind, the female figure's eyes widened.

"You've cut me off from the body?"

"With your cultivation, how many breaths can you suppress me?"

With a playful look on her face, the nun raised her hand and pointed to the void in front of her.

"As far as you're a fragile soul, do you want to die directly and become a living dead?"

Originally, there were eight sword intents in Han Muye's sea of qi.

There were also nearly 10,000 condensed sword qi in the sea of qi.

At the gate of the Sword Pavilion just now, he slashed the realm of the Tailing Sword Sect and consumed a sword intent.

In a battle with Qin Yuanhe, two sword intents were consumed.

At this time, the remaining five sword intents and tens of thousands of scattered sword qi on his body all exploded at once.

His divine soul couldn't even press such a powerful force.

Just as a sword watcher who cultivates the condensation sword technique can only urge the power of the Hundred Breaths Heavenly Realm, Han Muye can urge these sword qi and sword intent at this time, no more than ten breaths.

After ten breaths, his soul will collapse, and even if he does not die, his soul will turn into nothingness and become a living dead with a body and no soul.

"It's okay, when your soul dissipates, I will occupy this body and refine it into an incarnation."

"When the time comes, the body will disappear, and the incarnation will control the Nine Xuan Sword, and be a peerless sword immortal, interesting, interesting."

The nun's eyes twinkled.

Han Muye ignored her.

No time.

Ten breaths, two breaths have passed.

"Gaze as a sword."

"With God, Edgeworth." A low voice sounded in Han Muye's mind.

The nun's expression changed dramatically.

"You, you want the Soul Condensation Sword? Cultivating the Condensation Sword Technique? ”

"Even with your weak soul, can you still condense a sword?"

"I'm afraid that before the sword is condensed, your soul will collapse......"

For the first time, Han Muye gave the female cultivator a response: "It's not my Divine Soul Condensing Sword, it's your senior." ”

When the words fell, in Han Muye's mind, the endless sword light lit up.

The figure of the female cultivator wanted to retreat, but was surrounded by sword light, and then strangled and turned into pieces.

This is in Han Muye's body, this is in the divine treasure where his soul lives, everything here, he has the final say!

It is true that the female cultivator is a great demon of the Heavenly Realm.

But it's just a split soul.

Her body, as well as the Nine Xuan Sword suppression.

If it weren't for Han Muye taking that bone sword to the Sword Pavilion, the power of this female cultivator's divine soul might not be able to be stimulated.

Just now, Han Muye burst out all his sword intent, instantly turning it into a barrier, and within ten breaths, he cut off his connection with the outside world.

This also cut off the connection between the big demon god soul clone and the main body in the divine treasure.

In the midst of the gods, the sword light rises.

All the fragments condensed into a small clear sword.

The sword was three inches long, with a halo of light and a slight spin.

"Sword of the Divine Soul."

Han Muye whispered softly.

Condense the sword with the soul.

The small sword in his divine possession had been condensed into a solid body.

Han Muye's own Divine Soul cultivation, to condense such a Divine Soul Sword, it takes a Jiazi.

But the soul of a Heavenly Realm Great Demon is much stronger than his Jiazi Divine Soul Condensation.

Condensing the sword technique, with the Heavenly Realm Great Demon Divine Soul, condense into a divine soul sword!

With this sword, you can fight against the heavens within a hundred breaths!

"Hum—"

The sword qi barrier around Han Muye's body began to converge and dissipate.

He shook his whole body and collected the scattered sword qi into his body.

By the time all the sword qi fell on the dantian and the sea of qi, there were only two sword intents left, less than three thousand sword qi.

In his sea of qi, the Tao Ran Old Ancestor Fire Sword Intent obtained from the Ziyan Sword vibrate, and another sword intent like a breeze swirled with it.

A body of sword intent, most of the loss is lost.

Worth.

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

Although he is now weak and pale because of the shock of his soul and the consumption of his sword intent.

If you can exchange it for the condensed sword in the divine treasure, it is worth it if the sword intent is consumed all over the body!

Han Muye's eyes revealed a crystal divine light, and the power of the Divine Soul Sword in the Divine Treasure was infiltrated, causing his Divine Soul to rise rapidly.

"What a ruthless little guy......"

On the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, there was a sound wafting.

Han Muye snorted coldly, and the sword of the divine soul in the divine treasure shook slightly.

"Hum—"

The entire Sword Pavilion, countless sword weapons responded!

The voice of the big demon who was absent was stunned and dissipated.

At this time, Han Muye was no longer afraid of the big demon who was suppressed by the Nine Xuan Sword!

"Brother Han!"

Outside the gate of the Sword Pavilion, Huang Laoliu's anxious voice sounded.

Han Muye turned around and walked over, Huang Laoliu rushed into the Sword Pavilion in two steps, reached out and grabbed Han Muye's arm, looked up and down, looked up and down, and saw that he was just pale and there was nothing wrong with his body, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"When I arrived at the mountain gate, I heard that the Sword Pavilion had been attacked, and I said that someone was injured."

Han Muye nodded and said in a low voice, "Brother Lu, I hurt my eyes." ”

Huang Laoliu's hands trembled.

"I raise him in the Sword Pavilion." Huang Laoliu spoke in a deep voice.

Even if Lu Gao doesn't have eyes and can't do other things in the Sword Gate, the Sword Pavilion can support him.

A trace of emotion flashed in Han Muye's eyes, nodded lightly, and then said in a low voice: "What is the situation of the Cao family?" ”

The Cao family is not light on the Jianmen.

Hearing Han Muye's question, Huang Lao Liu's expression was a little gloomy.

"The head of the Cao family was seriously injured and broke an arm, and I don't know when I will wake up."

"Elder Su Liang said that even if he wakes up, the ability to refine weapons will probably be useless."

The refiner has broken his arm, and I'm afraid that there are no more than thirty percent of the refining ability left.

"Also, the grandson of the Cao family was kidnapped by the people of the Tailing Sword Sect."

"That's the trouble."

Han Muye's face was also gloomy.

The grandson of the Cao family is in the hands of the people of the Tailing Sword Sect, and the Nine Xuan Sword Gate throws a mouse taboo.

The Cao family is also being held, and it will always be a hidden danger in the future.

"Hey, my Nine Xuan Sword Sect is the third of the four major sword sects and one of the nine sects in Western Xinjiang, how can it be like a sieve?"

Huang Lao Liu shook his head, with a complicated expression on his face.

As a disciple of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, he had enjoyed the transcendence of a disciple of the Great Sect.

But at this time, it seemed that the tiger skin of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate was torn open all at once, revealing a body full of holes.

This made Huang Laoliu difficult to accept.

Han Muye's eyes revealed a trace of coldness, and he said in a low voice: "Sixth brother, I'll go out." ”