From the old man flying out of the battle circle to killing Han Muye with a sword, it was only within three breaths in total.

The change is so fast that the whole battle circle is paused.

The strong person who is strong can be called the ancestor, the longevity of the thousand years old, and the establishment of the sect.

A sword!

Fall!

It's the top power of the Western Frontier of the half-step Heaven Realm, and I don't dare to say that I can kill such a person with one sword, right?

It wasn't until Han Muye flew with a sword and rushed towards the battle circle that surrounded Xia Yi that the people around him came back to their senses.

"Get out!" Among the eight-person elites, the black-clothed female cultivator snorted.

They rushed out of the encirclement before they could let the inspector and this Senior Brother Han of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect take action wholeheartedly.

As long as they can break out of the encirclement, the plans of those who intercept and kill are broken.

"Kill—"

Eight sword qi aura converged and crashed forward.

The black-clothed men gathered outside were at a loss for a moment.

was originally a task that was nine out of ten, but suddenly a killing god came.

This hasn't even begun, my own family has already suffered heavy casualties, even an elder, two deacons have fallen?

Eight people rushed forward, but no one dared to stop them!

The battle situation changes rapidly, and the offense and defense are reversed.

"This man must die!"

Among the three knot masters who besieged Xia Yi, two of them looked at each other, and then pulled out and faced Han Muye.

The sword light in Xia Yi's hand was unfurled, and he was just about to contain it, when the remaining strong man in front of him had a tyrannical aura rising on his body.

The combination of sky-high clouds and spiritual light seems to shatter heaven and earth!

Self-shattering gold pill!

At the cost of not being able to advance an inch in this life, the golden pill is broken in exchange for a moment of absolute combat power.

At this moment, the person in front of him was a half-step Heaven Realm, and he had to be cautious.

In front of a powerhouse of the same rank who shattered the golden pill, Xia Yi could only stop and confront him with a sword.

In front of Han Muye, two Jindan powerhouses faced each other!

The others were in mid-air, and the two swords in their hands were pointed at the two strong men who were coming to meet him.

The sword is in the hand, the blood is burning!

At this moment, he felt the joy of being a sword cultivator!

Kill with a sword, save your life with a sword, how can you not be happy!

Practice, hold a sword, isn't it just for this moment!

What immortality, what carefree, can't compete with this sword Fanghua!

Let go, and the purple flame turns into a string moon.

Raising the sword is like a match.

The two sword intents that had previously consumed most of them turned into countless sword qi, which were wrapped around the two long swords, intertwined and circulated.

"The swordsmanship of the Yuehua Sword Sect!"

The short-bearded old man on the left drank lowly, holding the sword in both hands, and the sword light was like a water dragon, blocking the Ziyan Sword.

The blades touched, and the old man's face changed again.

The strength of the Ziyan Sword was actually not inferior to him.

Sword Intent!

There is sword intent infused in the sword!

"Boom-"

The water dragon exploded, and the purple flame sword swirled and flew lightly, like a flying bird.

The old man on the right had a white beard, and the thin sword in his hand moved forward, turning the sword into wind and clouds, and twisting the sword light of Han Muye's Qingying Sword.

"Ding—"

With a soft sound, the two swords were separated with a single touch.

"The Nine Xuan Sword Gate's gold-dotting swordsmanship!"

The old man narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Muye vigilantly.

The Ziyan Sword turned, Han Muye's hands were staggered, his right hand was collecting the Ziyan short sword, his left hand was holding Qing Ming, and the two swords were held sideways, standing in the air.

One person, blocking two Jindan.

"Really, a peerless swordsman......"

Among the eight people who rushed out of the encirclement, the black-clothed nun looked up and whispered.

The other people stared at Han Muye, who was one against two and did not retreat, and did not speak.

Even if you don't admit it, this feeling of looking up is deeply rooted in your heart.

Such swordsmanship is really like a sword fairy, and you can only look up!

The two Jindan overhauls had solemn faces, one left and one right, the momentum on their bodies condensed into substance, and the long sword brought out the edge, stabbed and slashed, and fell on Han Muye.

"The Tailing Sword Sect Zhen Sect Swordsmanship Peak Return."

Han Muye drank in his mouth, and the Qing Ying Sword swept out.

The old man who was called by Han Muye to break the sword technique had a gloomy face, and it was too late to change his moves.

"When—"

The two swords collided, and the sword qi exploded.

Sword for sword.

Han Muye smiled, and swung out his right hand holding the purple flame short sword.

"How about looking at my peak?"

At this time, what he used with his right hand was clearly the peak back swordsmanship of the Tailing Sword Sect!

It's just that this sword, the sword light converges, and it turns into a lonely peak, and as soon as it appears, there is a feeling that it is difficult to climb the peak.

Compared with the old man Jindan who came out with a sword before, this sword has an artistic conception that is not much higher.

This type of peak appeared, and the two Jindan powerhouses of the Tailing Sword Sect were all stunned and wide-eyed.

"Who the hell are you?"

The short-bearded old man gritted his teeth, and the sword in his hand burst out with crystal sword qi, staring at Han Muye.

If this type of peak is to be cultivated to such a level, it will take at least a hundred years of immersion.

Could this person be the reincarnation of a certain senior of the Tailing Sword Sect?

Otherwise, how could there be such swordsmanship!

"Boom-"

Lone Peak exploded, knocking the sword-wielding Jindan old man back half a step.

Han Muye's figure spread, like a golden eagle floating in the air, shooting straight ahead.

The two swords just now were both to capture people's hearts.

At this time, this sword is murder!

The two swords were staggered, and the aura suddenly turned into a fire dragon.

Prairie fire!

Five Xuan swordsmanship, fire the plain!

This method of burning the plain was made by the elders of the Sword Pavilion outside the Nine Xuan Mountain and the ancestor of Tao Ran.

The sword light intertwined, fusing into a dragon of wind and fire.

This swordsmanship, in the hands of the half-step Heavenly Realm, can fight the Heavenly Realm!

When the fire dragon appeared, the white-bearded old man had already changed color.

There is a spirit in swordsmanship, and there is a great trend in the spirit!

Although it has not yet become a sword momentum, it has already taken the prototype of a sword momentum.

This kind of swordsmanship can't be stopped!

"Senior Brother Hao, you guys go quickly!"

He let out a loud shout, the sword in his hand exploded, and a phantom appeared outside his body, and then the sword light rushed towards the fire dragon.

Resisting the force?

Suppressing people with the general trend of Jindan?

Han Muye shook his head lightly. Gu gelding

If he challenged with his own strength, with his cultivation that was only in the condensation period, he really couldn't stop the power of Jindan.

But this style of burning the prairie was made with the power of the remaining sword intent from before.

The sword intent is compatible, the wind and fire have been completed, and it can't be stopped!

"Roar—"

The originally long fire dragon turned into a hundred zhang, swallowed the white-bearded old man in one bite, and then raised his head to the sky and roared, and the sound of the dragon's groan shook for hundreds of miles!

The fire dragon roared, flung out its long tail, swept the fleeing Jin Dan to the ground, and then spat out a mouthful of intense fire, forcing all the black-clothed cultivators back before slowly turning into nothingness.

The Jindan Realm that was devoured by the fire dragon also disappeared together.

This is the prairie fire.

The power of swordsmanship is passed on by the fire vein of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate!

Wrapped in wind and fire, it is a golden pill, and it can only be the nourishment that fuels the flame!

The fire dragon dispersed, and Han Muye stood with his sword in his hand, and the front was a hundred zhang black.

Of the two Jindan masters who faced the battle, one was already dead, and the other fell into the dust, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

How powerful is this kind of swordsmanship!

Sword cultivation is to be sharp.

The sword in his hand is unfavorable, how to kill, how to protect the way, how to fight with the sky?

Han Muye turned his head and slowly looked at the old man who was confronting Xia Yi and shattered the golden pill.

At this time, the old man's face was swollen red, and his eyes were blood-red.

"Die!"

"All to death—"

He raised his head to the sky and roared, and the aura on his body turned into a pillar of light, crashing away in all directions.

Self-destruct!

Jin Dan exploded by himself, and the power of the explosion in an instant was a headache even in the half-step Heavenly Realm.

Xia Yi's face changed, and he shouted in a low voice: "Little friend, retreat!" ”

A Jin Dan power exploded himself, and within a radius of ten miles, under the realm, he would be injured.

If Han Muye and the others are so close, I am afraid that even if they don't die, their bones will be shattered, and their souls will turn into nothingness.

A solemn aura rose on Xia Yi's body, and the Xuanyang Sword in his hand was raised.

"Hold the sword Xuanyang, uphold the right path of heaven and earth!"

He drank it in his mouth, and the sword light on his body condensed into a light shield and pressed forward.

Han Muye shook his head.

Unstoppable.

Xia Yi wanted to use his aura and sword intent to suppress the power of self-detonation, and to contain the power of self-detonation within a certain range.

It's a pity that his cultivation is not enough.

Unless it was a half-step Heaven Realm, how could it be possible to suppress the self-explosion of a Jindan overhaul?

"Little friend, I only have the power of ten breaths."

"You take them away."

Xia Yi's face was solemn, and his eyes revealed perseverance and absoluteness.

"As the Xuanyang Health Inspector, this is my duty."

"Upholding justice, there will naturally be bloodshed and sacrifice."

On him, the brilliance of the Tao flashed.

This is burning the power of his own divine soul and urging Jin Dan.

I still want to see Xuanyangwei's methods, but unfortunately I haven't seen much of it, so I'm going to fight hard.

Han Muye shook his head, put away his two swords, and raised his hand to point out.

"Whoa—"

A terrible scream pierced the void, and the streamer flashed.

The three-foot handleless sword pierced with one piercing, shattering the power of the golden pill that blew up the old man.

Like fireworks, endless aura soars into the sky.

But this aura is really just an aura, and it has lost the slightest lethality.

The divine soul has been broken, and he can't control the power of the golden pill, so he naturally lets this aura dissipate.

"Kenmaru ......"

Looking at the handleless sword that was taken back by Han Muye's palm and turned into a jade white pill, Xia Yi muttered.

"Okay, that's amazing......"

"This, is this still the Western Frontier?"

In the distance, the eight Zhongzhou elites raised their heads and whispered.

This kind of means is rare in Zhongzhou, right?

The swordsmanship inheritance of the Western Xinjiang is so strong?

Han Muye slowly landed on the bluestone, his gaze sweeping around.

The black-clad sword-wielding men were all trembling.

There are also two realm sword cultivators, who are also as earth-colored as earth.

Jin Dan can't resist a sword, what can they do?

"Boom-"

At this moment, there was a loud bang on the Eagle Sorrow Cliff, and countless bluestones flew down.

The entire cliff began to shake.

A mountain of breath came to me.

Xia Yi's face changed, and he shouted in a low voice: "It's a big demon!" ”

Great Demon.

Not only is it a big demon, this kind of breath has not yet reached the heavenly realm, but it already has a state of consummation.

It's a half-step heavenly realm!

Han Muye's eyes narrowed, looking at the overturned cliff.

"Run—"

The men in black fled in a panic and flew away.

"Thorn-"

Not far away, a wooden root appeared, enveloping a man in black and swallowing it into the ground.

Then countless wooden roots flew, pulling those fleeing men in black and dragging them into the ground.

This is a powerful wood demon!

The eight Zhongzhou elites turned pale and rushed to Xia Yi's side.

Xia Yi held the Xuanyang Sword in his hand, his gaze swept towards the slowly descending mountain cliff, as well as the endless wooden roots, and said in a deep voice: "This big demon is at least half a step in the Heavenly Realm, today, I'm afraid it will be difficult to leave here." ”

His words made the eight elites even more alarmed.

There is a great fear in life, only between life and death!

Han Muye turned his head and looked not far in front of him.

The Tailing Sword Sect Jindan master who was injured on the ground by his fire was already dragged by a wooden root and swallowed into the ground at this time.

"Little friend, I'll blow up the Jin Dan and Xuanyang Sword later, and block this big demon with the strongest strength for a moment."

Holding the hilt of the sword, Xia Yi looked at Han Muye.

"You leave alone."

"Maybe there's a silver lining."

Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head.

He took a deep breath and slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the rock wall of the mountain cliff that pressed down.

With one hand behind his back, he held the sword pill in the palm of his right hand, and his figure floated into the air.

Step into the sky and fight the sky with sword energy!

With such an appearance, it is really like an immortal!

There was a divine soul sword qi condensation behind Han Muye.

"I have a formula called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect."

"I don't know if this wood demon senior, would you like to teach you a lesson or two?"