Brothers.

Han Muye's eyes, which were still hanging in the air, revealed a bright light, and his white sideburns fluttered in the wind.

Sleepless for five days and four nights, spending five sword intents, and running 180,000 miles, isn't it just to see Huang Lao Liu alive today and listen to him call "brother"!

At this moment, he only felt that his whole body was transparent, as if the world in front of him had become colorful.

Looking at the sky in the distance, Han Muye had a thorough understanding in his heart.

If you have something in your heart, you can get the road.

Practice, sword cultivation, just for this breath of pleasure!

"Boom-"

As Huang Lao Liu's sword fell, the fog shrouded in the mountains and forests slowly began to dissipate.

The formation, was broken.

In the mist, those cultivators who were already desperate all rushed out in a frenzy.

There were not as many Red Armor soldiers as they imagined, and although they were powerful, they couldn't stop tens of thousands of cultivators.

The Red Armor soldiers scattered in the mountains and forests were preparing to form a military formation, but before they could gather, they were knocked out and scattered everywhere.

"Looking for death—"

The old man in black armor with a spear in hand roared angrily, and the shadow of the Dao Demon Bull rose around him.

The spear in his hand turned into a black streamer, knocking back the fleeing realm once again.

Strong.

Extremely strong.

At least the Jindan realm is more than fivefold.

But those realms did not fight him at all, and fled in all directions.

Escape from the mountains and forests and join up with reinforcements from the Southern Wilderness, and you will survive.

Tang Chi, who was standing on the top of the tree, stared at Han Muye.

He didn't expect that Huang Lao Liu would break through the mist formation.

This formation is inherited from Zhongzhou, and it is used by the Red Flame Army to kill the enemy, and no one in the Western Frontier should be able to break it.

He didn't expect that Han Muye would come at this time.

In the main hall of Jiuxuan Mountain, Sect Master Jin Ze decided that he Tang Chi was in charge of this support army, so Han Muye should not have come here.

All his calculations were seamless, all the traitors were exterminated, and the qi and blood sacrifices were sealed under the Yunchao Ridge, breaking the passage of heaven and earth.

The rebels of the Red Flame Army left the western frontier and had nothing to do with him.

Before the passage of heaven and earth, the top powerhouses of the Western Xinjiang Southern Wilderness stopped, and the battle was peaceful.

All merits are attributed to him Tang Chi.

But.

"Boom-"

In the distance, the roar in the direction of Fengshou Mountain became denser and closer.

The army of the Southern Wilderness is coming.

Before the arrival of the Southern Wilderness army, it was a mess here, and his reputation for immortality was ruined.

Originally, everything was not supposed to be like this!

"Han Muye, it turns out that it was you who really betrayed the Nine Xuan Sword Sect." On Tang Chi's body, a faint sword intent rose.

The realm enlightens the spirit and cultivates, and condenses the sword intent.

In addition to being calculating, he also has real combat power.

The descendants of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect are the second, relying on strength.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the blade of the sword was cold.

"Han Muye, you want to help these traitors leave."

"You are a traitor to the Nine Xuan Sword Sect!"

Holding the long sword, Tang Chi's figure flashed, and he had already landed three zhang in front of Han Muye, and the long sword stabbed out fiercely.

The sword light was rapid, with a terrible scream.

The aura within a radius of ten zhang was absorbed by the sword light, turning into a sword ray, stabbing straight into Han Muye's chest.

This sword has already condensed the sword intent.

Such a sharp edge changes the color of heaven and earth!

His gaze retracted from a distance, and Han Muye had an indifferent aura on his body.

Turning his head, he looked at Tang Chi's sharp long sword.

"The swordsmanship of the wood vein?"

His face remained unchanged, Han Muye shook his head and said lightly, "I thought you would use the sword moves of the Red Flame Army." ”

Red Flame Army!

Han Muye knows the Red Flame Army!

Tang Chi was shocked, and his sword light was even more powerful.

What he hides must not be known!

The sword roared, the blue light shone, and the wind turned into a line.

Tang Chi's swordsmanship has reached the point where the condensation of sword qi is a sword wire, and between inches, it flows freely.

He is really a strong sword cultivator.

In the distance, the cultivators who came with them all breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that this was the strength of the elite of the juniors of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

This kind of swordsmanship can be fought beyond the ranks!

Han Muye's expression on his face was indifferent, looking at the sword light in front of him with killing intent, and raised his hand slightly.

On the Qingying Sword, the sword intent is swirling.

A splash of water splashed, with a coolness.

But this is not a real splash, every clear drop of water is a sword qi that can kill.

Tang Chi's sword slammed into the splash and was wrapped in the splash.

Clouds and foggy!

The clash of two sword intents collided with the clouds in the sky!

A heavy light rushed up to the sky, stacked through the clouds, turned into a cloud dragon, and crashed down.

The sword rays that Tang Chi stabbed out were already difficult to support, but at this time, they were hit by the cloud dragon, shook and rolled, and then dissipated.

The splash rolled upside down, and then turned into a bright star, pressing towards Tang Chi.

"Water Moon Heaven?"

Tang Chi was a little stunned.

This style of swordsmanship is the Zhenmai swordsmanship of the water vein of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

Isn't Han Muye the Sword Pavilion guard?

How can he know the swordsmanship of the water vein?

Could it be that Zhang Zhihe, the elder of the water vein, and Han Muye have a master-apprentice relationship?

No wonder Zhang Zhihe was reluctant to teach himself swordsmanship.

Just when the water was coming, Tang Chi was thinking far away.

He was used to finding out the truth behind the facts.

"Boom-"

The water light collided with the sword light that Tang Chi had gathered again.

The splash dispersed, and Tang Chi was knocked out of the way.

His face was pale, and he looked at Han Muye fixedly.

He is the second descendant and the strongest in the realm.

He was confident that among his peers in Western Xinjiang, the people who could overpower him in swordsmanship cultivation were only a few palms.

It's Li San, and he also looks down on him from the bottom of his heart.

A sword maniac.

There are very few people in Xijiang who can compare with him in terms of mentality, cultivation, and swordsmanship.

All along, Tang Chi has only one goal.

Grains

Be the sect master of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect and lead the sect to extreme prosperity.

Even if it was Sect Master Jin Ze, he felt that he was lacking in courage.

So this time, Tang Chi did not hesitate to use the power of the Red Flame Army rebels.

He wants to settle the battle and let the entire Western Xinjiang know his prestige.

However, now, he can't even take Han Muye's sword!

The sword watcher in front of him had the long sword in his hand revealing sword intent, and there was a sharp edge on his body that he didn't dare to look at directly.

A sword watcher is so strong!

Han Muye pointed at the Qingying Sword in his hand and said lightly: "There is no intention to fight, there is no god in the sword, Tang Er, you are also worthy of sword cultivation." ”

I thought that Tang Chi, who was the second and scheming, was a character.

But that's it.

Han Muye's heart revealed a trace of loss.

No will to fight, no god in the sword?

Tang Chi's face was pale, and his sword-holding hand trembled.

Could it be that he was so vulnerable in front of Han Muye?

Below, the eyes of countless cultivators widened.

Just now, Tang Chi was defeated?

The Tianjiao character of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, the existence of the Ding among the younger generations, was defeated like this?

A sword!

Who is that man?

"Boom-"

One by one, the figures fled.

It was the Western Xinjiang cultivators stationed at Fengshou Mountain who were fleeing in defeat.

The first line of Fengshou Mountain was defeated.

In the distance, rolling demon clouds swept in, filling the entire sky.

It seems to be an eternal tyrannical breath that runs across the heavens and the earth!

The Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness!

Han Muye's eyes narrowed, and the sword light flew into the void in an instant with a thousand zhang streamer.

The sword is in hand, the blood is boiling!

What's the meaning of losing a Tang Chi?

If you want to fight, you will fight the strong people of the Southern Wilderness and protect the peace of Western Xinjiang!

This is sword cultivation!

Above Han Muye's head, the sky-high sword light turned into dazzling stars.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, within a hundred miles, no force can compete with this sword light!

"Hum—"

The sword light of thousands of zhang drew a sword mark as deep as three zhang on the mountain!

"Regroup."

"Those who cross this line of the Southern Wilderness Demon Clan, kill."

"Cultivators in the Western Frontier dare to cross the line and defect, kill."

The voice was cold, with a chill like a sword's edge.

Han Muye's sword was shining brightly.

The cultivator of the Western Frontier, who had already fled behind the sword marks, turned around and looked at Han Muye, who was standing in the air.

No one spoke.

They walked over to the sword marks on their own and formed a battle formation.

Escape?

Where can you escape?

Thousands of feet away, those big demons of the Southern Wilderness stopped the demon clouds.

The sword light just now was too sharp, so they had to deal with it carefully.

At the edge of the mountain forest, when the demon army was rushing towards it, the rebels with a happy face also stopped.

The sword light was in front of them, so they didn't dare to take half a step.

Han Muye stood in the air with one person and one sword.

In front of him, there is the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness.

Underneath, the defeated army in Western Xinjiang began to assemble.

Behind him, those traitors slowly gathered, but they didn't dare to move forward.

On the edge of the mountain forest, Huang Laoliu's long sword was raised, turned around, and looked at the Fengxu Dao people.

His sword had a strange halo.

"Give you one last chance, let Pingmei go."

The Wind Fluff Daoist looked at the Southern Desolation Demon Clan in the distance, and then looked at the more and more rebellious cultivators gathered around him.

He hesitated.

Huang Lao Liu at this moment gave him a feeling that a volcano was about to erupt.

"Put?" An old man in a black robe laughed, raised his palm, and slapped it on the top of Lu Qingping's head.

Lu Qingping stared at Huang Lao Liu, with a smile on her face, and closed her eyes gently.

At the moment when she closed her eyes, the originally suppressed power under Huang Laoliu's eyes exploded!

The demonic qi that rushed to the sky turned into a black dragon, roared up to the sky, and shook the sky with a long chant!

The golden aura on Huang Lao Liu's body intertwined with the black demonic flames, turning into a strange brilliance.

"You want to kill her?"

Huang Lao Liu's voice seemed to come from the ground, with a bone-chilling chill.

The long sword in his hand revealed an indescribable gray and black brilliance.

"Thorn-"

The long sword was countless times faster than the palm of the black-robed old man's hand, and it was slashed down with a sword.

The figure of the black-robed old man was stunned, and then it shattered and turned into powder.

"Enchanted!"

In the distance, the black-armored old man with a spear in his hand widened his eyes and trembled.

"How is it possible, the inheritance of the Heavenly Xuan Demon Dao, there is no way to enter the demon......"

He wanted to step forward, but hesitated, and finally, quietly retreated to the edge of the mountain forest, hiding his figure.

Feng Su Dao was stared at by Huang Lao Liu, and he felt that every inch of his body was going to be crushed.

His face turned pale and he slowly stepped back.

Huang Lao Liu dragged the sword in his hand and walked forward step by step.

When Lu Qingping opened her eyes, there was only Huang Lao Liu, who was slightly pale and grinned toothlessly.

Lu Qingping raised her hands locked by runes, wanting to touch Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Laoliu laughed and took a step back.

On his body, the demonic flame that he had tried so hard to suppress rose again.

"Hum—"

In Huang Lao Liu's eyes, there was a trace of blood.

"Brother Zhenxiong."

Lu Qingping called, and Huang Laoliu's eyes instantly turned clear.

"Hehe, Sister Ping, I'm here."

Huang Laoliu stretched out his hand, his palm trembled, and finally held Lu Qingping's palm.

He let go of his sword.

The long sword fell to the ground and turned into Gao Xiaoxuan, who was wearing a white robe and holding a little white fox.

"You're the sixth sister-in-law?"

Gao Xiaoxuan stepped forward, circled around Lu Qingping a few times, and underestimated: "What is delicious when I am still the sixth sister-in-law, so that the sixth brother can chase and run so desperately." ”