The purpose of these people coming to Qingmang Mountain was to besiege and kill Xia Yi and the Xuanyang Wei trial people led by him.

There are already masters who have gone, others are sweeping away all witnesses and blocking the news.

From the long sword, Han Muye also saw the activities of plotting against the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

Several sects that had been in contact with the Tailing Sword Sect before were all coerced and had to participate in it.

And this time the rebellion, the person who presided over it was the big demon Hu Taisheng.

At the beginning, the Great Elder of the Flame Demon Valley was a person who was bent on killing.

"Boom-"

A roar could be heard in the distance.

The direction is exactly where Han Muye and the others left.

The masters of the Tailing Sword Sect made a move on Xia Yi and them!

Han Muye looked up at the black-clothed people who were besieging and killing, his eyes narrowed, and there was a cold glow surging in them.

Xia Yi: They can't have an accident in Western Xinjiang.

The power of the Xuanyang Guard of the Zhongzhou Dynasty, he had seen it from the Xuanyang Sword.

If it attracts the forces of Zhongzhou to step into the western frontier, the western frontier will be even more chaotic.

"Senior Brother Zhao, Sect Leader Lin, fight quickly!"

"Hu Taisheng convened a gathering of rebel sects in Shenyuan Valley, and you go and kill him."

Han Muye let out a deep voice, and then a sword aura floated on his body.

Hearing his words, the sword light on Zhao Pu and Lin Shen's bodies exploded!

Hu Taisheng!

Under the Sanshi Zhai Sect, who does you want to kill the most?

Hu Taisheng!

"Kill!"

The two of them spoke in unison and shouted out their swords!

Zhao Pu's sword light turned into a white-fronted giant tiger with hanging eyes, roared in the sky, and directly crashed into the front of the realm big man who was blocking in front of him.

Lin Shen was even more crisp, and the sword in his hand broke off with a sword that brought out ten zhang sword qi, and the sword light slashed, and thousands of sword qi caused the sky to collapse and the earth cracked!

The two realm powerhouses were repelled by Lin Shen and Zhao Pu with a sword.

"Can't leave a mouth alive!"

The leading Tailing Sword Sect gritted his teeth, let out a low shout, and the sword in his hand rushed out again with a blue light.

"Boom-"

In the distance, the roar resumed.

"Nine Xuan Sword Sect Daoists, please also help." In the distance, Xia Yi's voice came.

As a strong man in the Zhongzhou Xuanyang Wei Realm, he actually asked for help!

Han Muye's gaze swept forward, and his figure rose into the air.

"I'm going to save the people from Zhongzhou."

Lin Shen nodded, raised his hand and swept with a sword, blocking all the people who wanted to chase and kill Han Muye.

Although he hadn't seen Han Muye's full attack, Lin Shen knew that Han Muye's combat power would definitely be extremely strong.

At the beginning, in the Ancient Great Monk Cave Mansion, Han Muye even gave him the Great Monk's jade bone.

Zhao Pu glanced back and said in a low voice, "Brother Han, is it okay?" ”

Lin Shen grinned and said, "Man, naturally, it's okay." ”

After speaking, he looked ahead, and the battle intent on his body soared into the sky.

"Senior Brother Zhao, compare to see who kills faster?"

Zhao Puha laughed, shook his hand and took out the white tiger picture scroll that Han Muye gave him.

"It's like that, that's what you said."

The white tiger scroll unfolded, and the endless sword qi turned into a descending white tiger and rushed towards those black-clothed people.

Then he crossed the big sword in his hand and surrounded the realm powerhouse in front of him.

"Fight quickly, then go to Shenyuan Valley and kill Hu Taisheng!"

Lin Shen flew up and shouted: "Kill Hu Taisheng-"

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At this time, Han Muye had already flown for dozens of miles and flew to the top of the Eagle Cliff.

Below, nearly a hundred black-clothed cultivators surrounded Xia Yi and the eight trial disciples he had led.

In the middle battle circle, Xia Yi blocked four of the four realm powerhouses with one enemy.

These four swords shine brightly, and their cultivation is not inferior to Xia Yi, and they are all strong men.

If it weren't for Xia Yi's injuries in exchange for injuries and fighting to the death, I'm afraid he would have been defeated.

If you are not the absolute strongest, who dares to say that one person fights four at the same level?

"Han Xiaoyou, please take them away, save one and count one!"

Below, Xia Yi shouted.

Zhao Yijia and his eight Zhongzhou trial disciples were surrounded at this time, and there were also several strong people around them.

The eight of them lined up in battle, cooperating with each other, and they could barely resist one or two.

Xia Yi shouted, and the ten figures in those black-clothed people had already rushed to the sky, holding swords to kill Han Muye.

This is the world of practice.

Life and death struggle is on the front line.

Dozens or hundreds of years of cultivation in the sect on weekdays may be buried in this instant.

Seeing the figure rushing over, Han Muye slowly raised his hand.

The left hand is purple and the short sword is full of light flames.

The right hand is green, and the sharp edge on the long sword is bright.

With two swords in his hands, there was sword qi condensed on his body.

Murder only!

Out of the sword.

The Qing Ying Sword took the three-zhang sword light and swung down.

People follow the sword, and where the sword falls, the person has arrived.

The two figures who came at the head didn't expect Han Muye's sword light to be so fast, and they were about to raise their swords to block it, but they had already been smashed.

The other eight people were stunned, and when they saw Han Muye's sword light disperse, they were already in the battle circle.

"Cangchang—"

The short sword purple flame slashed through the strange arc, reversed and floated lightly, spilling a piece of blood!

One sword, eight condensations of the same level, fall!

From the battle to the fall, but just a breath.

"Master!"

Someone below exclaimed.

What kind of master can kill ten condensation qi with one sword?

Han Muye's figure reappeared, and he was already on the stone platform below, in the battle circle.

"Hum—"

The Qing Ying Sword was shocked, the sword qi was infused, and Han Muye picked up the sword in the hand of the Zhuji Sword Cultivator in front of Zhao Yijia with a sword.

The footsteps do not stop, and the sword light continues.

After wandering around, Han Muye picked out all the swords in the hands of those foundation-building powerhouses who besieged the eight people!

For Han Muye, the swordsmanship of the Tailing Sword Sect had not had the slightest secret.

From entry-level swordsmanship to town-style swordsmanship, he studied and deduced and was able to grasp every flaw.

"Cangchang—"

The long sword shook, and Han Muye stood in front of the eight Zhongzhou elites.

Whether it was the eight Zhongzhou elites or the black-clothed people outside the battle circle, they all widened their eyes and looked at Han Muye with swords in both hands in horror.

Out of the twelve swords, pick up the twelve foundation sword cultivators to sword swords.

Sword cultivation, the sword is in the person, and the sword is like life.

If Han Muye can pick up their swords, he can pick their lives!

"Damn, it's so fierce......"

Behind Han Muye, the black-clothed female cultivator couldn't help but blush.

The other male disciples looked at each other and nodded.

It's really fierce!

"Array, two, three, three formations, He Jin Zhao Yijia will follow my sword."

Han Muye raised his sword with both hands and drank in his mouth.

The eight Zhongzhou elites did not hesitate and hurriedly lined up in formation, Zhao Yijia holding a short sword and He Jin holding an iron fan followed on both sides of Han Muye's figure.

All of them had solemn faces and solemn expressions at this time.

In their opinion, although Han Muye's swordsmanship just now was shocking, there were too many enemies he faced today.

There are also several realm powerhouses blocking the way.

It's hard to get out.

"Haha, Han Xiaoyou's swordsmanship is superb, he will definitely be famous in the world when he enters Zhongzhou!"

Xia Yi, who was one against four, still laughed out loud although he was already covered in blood.

"Today, you can rest assured, as long as you take one of them away, my Xuanyang Wei will repay you the kindness of the Nine Xuanjian Sect."

"It's not easy to help you become the first sect in Western Xinjiang!"

Xia Yi shouted, and the sword light in his palm was a few points longer.

Han Muye didn't answer, but he replied with the double swords in his hands.

"Hum—"

The Qing Ying Sword brought out three sword lights and slashed horizontally, and the purple short sword flew out, drawing an arc-shaped crescent, flashing and moving.

Two swords, two swordsmanship.

One is magnificent, the other is weird and light.

The man in black who wanted to block the way in front of him had not yet made a move, and had already been cut open by the purple sword light.

"Let's go."

Han Muye let out a low snort, reached out and grabbed the purple flame sword that flew back, and stepped out.

Eight Zhongzhou elites followed closely behind, and their sword light exploded and rushed forward.

"Block them!"

Some of the realm powerhouses besieging Xia Yi shouted in a low voice.

The three realm powerhouses with dignified breath drew their swords, and their bodies flashed, blocking in front of Han Muye.

Landscape.

Han Muye pointed forward with his two swords, and the aura and sword qi on his body condensed into a line.

If you want to fight, it is naturally a battlefield realm!

The long sword stabbed forward, and the person entered a foot and approached one step closer.

With one enemy and three enemies, cross the battle realm!

At this moment, in the midst of Han Muye's divine hiding, one picture after another emerged.

He seemed to be a bystander, looking at himself holding dual swords, and fighting three Earth Realm Sword Cultivators in close combat.

The sword move made by the middle-aged man in the short beard and black robe on the right side is the Three Spirits Swordsmanship, Wind and Rain.

This swordsmanship turns into wind into the water, the sword with light and spiritual clouds, a sword out, there are thousands of sword qi with it, the sword qi enters the body, and it is either dead or injured.

To break this swordsmanship, you need a sword.

The green forest of the Yunhe Sword Sect, a sword turns into a green wood dense forest, the sword light disappears, and it is killed through the forest.

The sword rises, and the blood surges.

The cultivation of the thin old man on the right side is the peak of the terrain channel, and the sword in his hand is a semi-spiritual weapon.

This person's swordsmanship cultivation is plain and not fancy.

To kill this person, close to him, down the string.

Take a step and release the sword in your right hand.

The purple streamer passed through the chest, and the blood flowers brought up were brilliant.

Draw the sword, hold the sword, the two swords are staggered, and in front of him, there is only one person left.

time, a third of the past interest.

Slowly raise your hand, and point your sword forward.

The muscles on the face of the last enlightening sword cultivator trembled, and his shoulders shook unconsciously.

The heart has no will to fight.

That's it, swordsmanship!

For some reason, such a word appeared in the hearts of those Zhongzhou elites.

With swordsmanship to the point of enlightenment, he made a gesture and killed a person with a sword.

This is not what a swordsmanship god is!

"I'm going to kill this man."

One of the four people who besieged Xia Yi made a sound, and then he paused, withdrew from the battle group, and stepped out.

The sword, with the figure.

Before the person arrived, the sword light had turned into a ten-zhang horse practice, and he went down head-on!

Edgeworth!

Half-step sword intent!

Twofold, half-step sword intent.

Such a strong person cannot fight if he is not of the same level!

Under the sword intent, Han Muye's body seemed to be suppressed by coercion, unable to move a bit.

The old man who came out of the sword sneered and said in a low voice: "I have a bit of talent, kill one of you, and kill ten people from the Nine Xuan Sword Sect." ”

The sword light swept down, like sweeping the autumn wind and falling leaves, and in a hundred and one breaths, it had reached the top of Han Muye's head.

Those eight Zhongzhou elites were completely powerless to draw their swords before this sword light, and could only watch the sword light fall.

You can't hide from this kind of sword light!

Han Muye wasn't ready to hide.

On his body, a mysterious aura emanated.

The old man with the sword on the opposite side changed his complexion, his eyes widened, and the sword light was a little faster.

Sword Intent!

How can there be sword intent!

Before you reach the realm, how can you cultivate sword intent!

Whether it was the eight elites or the old man of Jiedan, they all widened their eyes, looking at Han Muye's two-handed sword weapons, and there was a mysterious and grand sword intent revealed.

"When—"

The Qing Ying Sword was raised, and the long sword infused with sword intent was dazzling, easily blocking the old man's sword light, and the Ziyan Sword had disappeared at this time.

When it reappeared, it was at the neck of the old man who came out of the sword.

Passing by, blood splattered!

A pair of sword intent!

Kill Yudan with one sword!

The two swords were staggered in his hands, and Han Muye pointed forward with his long sword, and said lightly: "Rush." ”

As soon as the words fell, he turned around abruptly and flew towards Xia Yi and the three Jiedan Sword Cultivators' battle group.

If he dares to come to save people, he will naturally save them completely.

Killing one is killing, and killing three more is so difficult!