Swordsmanship down the string.

This is a left-handed sword, a reverse lower string swordsmanship.

Han Muye had never seen the technique of hand-to-hand combat, and he could have this weird and ruthless string.

He had used this swordsmanship a few times, and each time he had killed a strong man in the realm at close range.

He didn't want to teach this kind of swordsmanship.

Cultivators, after all, pursue immortality and long-term vision.

Swordsmanship practiced only for the sake of killing will affect the mind.

"I'll make it clear to you."

Han Muye stared at Zhao Youzhi's eyes and said in a deep voice: "This sword technique is the lower string sword technique derived from the Yuehua Sword Sect. ”

"I reversed it and turned it into a left-handed sword, and in close combat, it was invincible."

"But this sword technique is too deep with killing intent, if you cultivate it, it may affect your heart," After a pause, Han Muye said in a low voice: "It may not end well." ”

No good death.

Zhao Youzhi looked at Han Muye, and his remaining left hand clenched.

"Ask my brother to teach me."

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand, and the Purple Flame Sword fell on his hand.

"Cultivating this swordsmanship, it is only half a step away."

"This swordsmanship, within half a step, I am invincible."

The sword light stabbed out from the side of Han Muye's left hand with a "stab" sound, and then flashed away with a faint halo.

Every move and style is extremely tricky and weird.

Zhao Youzhi's left hand is indeed talented.

It only took him one night to cultivate such a strange swordsmanship.

Later, it's time to practice on your own.

Seeing the sword light flashing in Zhao Youzhi's hand, every move was as disorderly as an antelope's horns, Han Muye nodded slightly.

He raised his hand and pulled out a broken sword.

"I have a sword here, suitable for you to perform this swordplay."

This broken sword has a dark aura on it, and the Dao Dao dark sword qi turns.

The sword of the palace master of the Ancient Lieyang Palace.

This sword was cut by Yuan Tian Jianzun.

Looking at the sword in Han Muye's hand, Zhao Youzhi looked down and saw the sword weapon in his hand.

"Senior brother, can I not return this sword?"

Golden Lion Sword.

The sword was three feet eight inches long and weighed thirty-one pounds.

This sword is upright and suitable for swordsmanship with wide opening and closing.

Zhao Youzhi practiced this kind of swordsmanship at the beginning.

When he led the sword in the Sword Pavilion, Zhao Youzhi liked the Golden Lion Sword very much, and once said that he would never change the sword.

Han Muye nodded and said, "You can keep it." ”

Zhao Youzhi returned the long sword to the sheath, and then stretched out his hand to catch the broken sword handed over by Han Muye.

Breaking the sword, Han Muye keenly sensed that there was a flash of light on the sword.

This is, sword weapon approval?

This is a magic weapon-level sword.

Although it is broken, there is still spirituality in it.

Unexpectedly, this sword would choose Zhao Youzhi as the master.

There is really no reason to talk about such a thing as chance.

"Senior brother, this sword," Zhao Youzhi looked at the sword in his hand in surprise, and then looked up at Han Muye: "I'm afraid it's extremely precious, right?" ”

Certainly precious.

This sword is auctioned, at least a million spirit stones.

Han Muye waved his hand and said in a low voice: "Just know it, don't let too many people know." ”

Zhao Youzhi nodded, and the sword light that had been circulating on the body of the broken sword dissipated, and the sword body became simple and rough.

"Hum—"

In the distance, the horn of the demon clan's attack sounded.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Youzhi strode down the cliff.

At the foot of the mountain, cultivators who were already familiar with the battlefield began to form battle formations, waiting for the arrival of the tide-like demon army.

"Sixth brother!"

Suddenly, in the midst of the noise, someone exclaimed.

On the hillside, two figures in white shirts stood there.

Huang Lao Liu, who has gray hair and an old face, but is neatly restrained.

Lu Qingping, who was wearing a moon-white dress and carrying a long sword, stood beside him.

Lu Qingping's hand was tightly held by Huang Lao Liu.

"I'll bring my sixth sister-in-law to show everyone."

Huang Lao Liu grinned.

Sixth sister-in-law.

This is the sixth sister-in-law.

It is Huang Laoliu's sixth sister-in-law who traveled 100,000 miles and pursued all the way.

Seeing Huang Lao Liu and Lu Qingping holding hands and standing on the hillside, many cultivators only felt that their original impetuous and timid mood began to calm down.

The sixth brother can find the sixth sister-in-law, and he will definitely survive!

At the beginning, as the sixth brother moved forward, everyone looked at the mortal sixth brother's heart as firm as iron, and he was only looking for the sixth sister-in-law.

No one dared to think that the sixth brother could find the sixth sister-in-law.

Mortal, how is it possible?

Now, Sixth Brother has done it!

He found his sixth sister-in-law, unscathed.

Unconsciously, there was an indescribable morale in the atmosphere of the battle formation.

"Fight with me—"

Seeing such a scene, Tang Chi gritted his teeth, shouted, and rushed forward with his sword.

On the other side, Hexuan Qi also rushed out.

Everyone rushed forward before the army of monsters swept through.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Lao Liu turned his head to look at Lu Qingping: "Sister Ping, do you really want to accompany me to kill the enemy?" ”

Lu Qingping nodded and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhenxiong, I am your person, so I naturally want to accompany you." ”

These words made Huang Lao Liu's toothless mouth grin, and the divine light in his eyes was extremely bright.

"Okay."

He looked up, looked at Han Muye, who was standing on the cliff, and laughed.

Holding Lu Qingping, Huang Lao Liu strode down with a long sword in his hand.

Han Muye stood on the cliff and watched Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping rush into the battle formation, surrounded by countless cultivators, and rushed forward.

Huang Laoliu held a sword in one hand and Lu Qingping in the other.

"It's a brother, rush with me!"

Huang Lao Liu shouted loudly.

"Rush—"

Countless people chanted.

Huang Lao Liu didn't make a move, so he took Lu Qingping, carried a sword, and walked forward as if shopping.

In front of him, behind him, countless cultivators desperately protected the two of them and rushed forward.

At this moment, no force can stop this team.

Huang Lao Liu was a few feet in front of him, and all the demon beasts that rushed in the way were killed.

Whether it's condensing gas or building a foundation.

Those cultivators were like crazy, escorting Huang Lao Liu and Lu Qingping forward.

"Sixth Brother—"

Gu Shu

In the midst of the battle, someone shouted.

"Sixth Brother—"

On Yunchao Ridge, some people shouted.

"Sixth Brother—"

Between heaven and earth, countless people chanted.

The cries converged into one, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked!

On the Cloud Nest Ridge, those strong people who were originally meditating were all alarmed and flew in the air.

"Who is this person?"

A white-bearded old man frowned and looked down the mountain.

"Disciple of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, I don't know if it's the sixth lineage?" Zheng Wangyuan, the person who presided over the armies of the various sects on the Yunchao Ridge, the leader of the Spirit Dao Sect here, narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

Starting from Fengshou Mountain, the descendants of each sect competed.

Recently, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect has produced several elites who have become famous.

That sword path is an immortal, but even Tu Sun Shi dares to invite him to fight.

The Yuntai Dao Sect and the Mingshan Sword Sect were extremely protective of this Han Muye.

According to the observation of the past few days, this rising elite of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect is afraid that he will be vigorously cultivated by the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

Today, I didn't expect another disciple of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect to come out, such a disciple of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect who is so popular on the mountain and down the mountain.

This did not bode well for their Spirit Dao Sect.

Zheng Wangyuan, these great cultivators, in addition to practicing, are dealing with major affairs, and no one really knows who Huang Lao Liu is.

"Huang Lao Liu, the sword watcher of the Sword Pavilion of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate."

At this moment, Yang Dingshan's voice sounded.

"At the beginning of the battle between the Nine Xuan Sword Sect and the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, Huang Laoliu used the Sword of the Divine Soul to help Sect Master Jin Ze injure Sect Master Zhang Cheng." Yang Dingshan said, his gaze swept over the old man standing on the side.

The old man's face was cold and he didn't say a word.

He was a half-step Heavenly Realm of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

"Hehe, I know this kid." Tu Sunshi, who didn't know when he fell aside, smiled.

"This kid is dedicated to being a mortal, and he has done everything he can to find the Taoist companions who have betrayed the Western Xinjiang Sect."

"Most of the 200,000 cultivators below have been gathered by his bounty."

In a few words, Tu Sun Shi told these stories, and after speaking, he also said with emotion: "To say, this kind of mind, this mountain cultivator, not many people can compare. ”

The mundane love in the world, none of the great monks who stopped in the air would care.

Their mental cultivation has already passed that stage.

But the more you lose, the more nostalgic it is.

For a while, these great monks were speechless and looked at the pair of men and women walking on the battlefield.

"Senior Brother Tu, do you know this story so clearly?"

The old man standing beside Tu Sun Shi turned his head curiously.

"That kid's bounty is not low, I naturally have this news, cough cough-" Tu Sun Shi didn't finish speaking, waved his hand, and his figure dissipated in place.

It turned out that I had paid attention to the bounty news.

Knowing that Tu Sun Shi likes to mix in the circle of casual cultivation, everyone who realizes the cultivation is chuckling.

At the foot of the mountain, the original offensive and defensive trend has changed.

Huang Lao Liu led the army of cultivators and had already rushed out for several miles.

He seemed to be incarnated as an arrow, leading the cultivators behind him to break through the demon clan's military formation.

Zhao Youzhi, who didn't know when he walked to Huang Laoliu's side, lowered his head and only followed Huang Laoliu's side.

All the demon beasts and demon clans that were about to rush in front of Huang Lao Liu fell inexplicably, and their breath was cut off.

Within half a step, no one is invincible.

"Roar—"

A giant ape with golden hair three feet tall roared wildly and slapped Zhao Youzhi with one palm.

This giant ape was transformed by the great demon of the half-step realm, and he had already seen that Zhao Youzhi had made a move.

Zhao Youzhi raised his head, holding a sword in his left hand, and his figure sank slightly.

This kind of big demon, to kill with one blow, is a bit difficult for him now.

"Brother, I'll come."

Huang Lao Liu took a step forward and raised the sword in his hand.

"Boom-"

The long sword slashed down, and the ten-zhang sword directly split the giant ape in front of him in half.

One sword, cut half a step of the realm demon!

"Sixth brother, awesome-"

I don't know who shouted this.

"Sixth Brother—"

"Awesome—"

Countless cries shook the sky completely, bringing the aura and sword qi intertwined, turning into a stormy wind.

Before the military formation, morale was high to the extreme.

Huang Lao Liu grinned, danced his long sword, held Lu Qingping's hand, and the two strode forward.

Tang Chi, who was wrapped in the military formation, stopped, showing a trace of dazedness and resentment in his eyes.

He had lost one game before, and he could only fight on the battlefield to earn a chance.

This front military formation should be led by him.

But now, even such an opportunity has to be snatched away?

"Shizi, don't hesitate."

"The divine soul qi and blood required for the blood sacrifice are only a little short."

"As long as we break through that blockade, we will leave this world."

"What is the Nine Xuan Sword Sect?"

On Tang Chi's side, an old man in a black robe whispered.

Tang Chi nodded, gritted his teeth, and ran forward with his sword in hand.

A smile flashed across the old man's face, and he hurried to follow.

"Boom-"

In the sky, a black demon cloud rushed towards Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Lao Liu held the sword in his hand, and a dark red halo flashed in his eyes.

On his side, Lu Qingping held his hand tightly.

"Lion, today, let's make a decision."

In mid-air, a blue-robed figure appeared, holding a sword, blocking in front of the demon cloud.

Sun Mu.

Elder of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

The elder who has stagnated his cultivation and has no potential.

It's just that Sun Mu, who was standing there at this time, had a little fluttering aura on his body, as if he was suppressing something.

There was a loud laugh in the demon cloud, and then crashed into Sun Mu.

Sun Mu's eyes suddenly burst into bright golden light, and the sword in his hand brought out a hundred-foot sword light, and slashed it down.

"Old man Sun, you have broken through!"

"How is that possible!"

There was an exclamation from the demon cloud, and then he wanted to retreat desperately.

But the hundred zhang sword light slashed down, cutting the demon cloud in half.

On Sun Mu's body, the golden pill cultivation that rushed to the sky rose.

The already stagnant cultivation began to gather.

In the sky, the clouds rolled.

"Advance!"

"Sun Mu, who has cultivated to stagnate for two hundred years, can still advance?"

Up and down Yunchao Ridge, countless exclamations came.

At the station of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, Lu Hao, the Supreme Elder in a green robe, moved and landed on Sun Mu's side.