There are a lot of default rules in the spiritual world.

For example, once your practice has been stagnant for too long, it will be difficult to improve again.

On the other hand, if a cultivator who has been stumbling for countless years can suddenly ascend, then he may have an opportunity to grow rapidly.

After all, such a person, whether it is experience or mental tempering, is something that others do not have.

Han Muye knew that Mo Yuan, the first person in the outer gate of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, was soaring into the sky, incarnating as the Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor, and had the power of a sword to fight against the realm.

Lu Hao's face was solemn at this time, and his strength surged, blocking in front of Sun Mu.

"Senior Brother Sun, you go all out to break through, and I will protect the Fa for you."

Lu Hao shouted, a long sword shining with golden light in his hand.

In the void, the power of endless golden veins gathered and turned into the phantom of the golden light sword.

"Roar—"

Without waiting for Sun Mu to answer, there was already a cloud of demons surging in the distance, with a piercing scream, coming in an instant.

It was a half-step Heavenly Realm demon.

Lu Hao snorted coldly, and the sword light in his hand drew an arc, sharp streamer, and met the demon cloud.

"When—"

The golden light collided with the demon cloud, and the sound shook for hundreds of miles.

Below, the demon beasts and cultivators under the foundation on the battlefield were all trembling.

Huang Lao Liu turned his head to look at Lu Qingping, who was pale, and a strong force came out of his palm.

"Sister Ping, don't worry, there is me."

He held his sword and turned his head to look not far away.

Over there, Tang Chi had already gathered many black-robed people around him.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Behind the demon clan, the earth-shattering war drums came.

The sound of this drum made the faces of those strong people on Yunchao Ridge solemn.

The demon clan is going to attack on all fronts!

"Be careful, the Nine Xuan Sword Gate can't stop this scene, prepare for rescue."

Zheng Wangyuan stared at the front with his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.

Everyone else nodded.

This is not the time to calculate, if the Nine Xuan Sword Gate is defeated, it will inevitably affect the entire battle situation, and even cause the entire battle line to collapse.

At the time of Fengshou Mountain, it was the collapse of the battle line that had to retreat.

At that time, there was a large army gathered by the Nine Xuan Sword Sect in Yunchao Ridge, which temporarily suppressed the defense line.

If you retreat today, there will be no support from the rear army.

"Boom-"

Lu Hao's sword slashed the demon cloud on the opposite side, and an old man wearing a dark red robe and holding a spear flashing with a strange light in his hand laughed, flew down, and crashed towards Lu Hao.

Lu Hao swept the sword in his hand and caught up.

Sword cultivation should use his own sword to speak.

Not far away, five black demon clouds were converging.

It was the five heavenly realms of the demon clan, and they were quietly suppressed.

It is because there are five Heavenly Realm Great Demons here that the Demon Clan dares to attack all the time.

If it weren't for Tu Sun Shi killing a big demon before, which made the demon clan jealous, I'm afraid that the offensive of the Southern Wilderness would be several times more fierce.

On the battlefield below, the demon beasts have retreated in all directions, leaving the main battlefield.

A big demon dressed in various leather robes rushed forward.

Some of these demon clans turned into demon bodies, or bears or tigers, or wolves, with a body of several feet, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

The light of the spell in the hands of some demon clans flickered, and several miles away, there were already streamers of light sacrificed.

This is the real army of the demon clan, and every big demon is at least a foundation building realm.

Even a small number of people who are under the foundation are all strong in the flesh, or have special bloodline powers.

Among these big demons, there are also the powerhouses of the realm who are mixed in, with Dao Qi and blood.

This kind of power is completely not something that can be stopped by the scattered cultivators and small sect cultivators in front of the formation.

"Cangchang—"

A sword groan, and Li Xixi, who was wearing a green robe, turned into a sword light and fell straight to the battlefield.

The ten-zhang sword light was like a meteor, bursting in the air, with endless edges, scattered and slashed.

Her sword light was like a signal, and countless sword lights rushed into the battlefield from top to bottom.

The disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect rushed into the battlefield.

The sword light instantly diffused, exploded, and shone, filling the entire heaven and earth.

At this moment, it seems that between heaven and earth, there is only sword light.

"Sword cultivation, indeed, dazzling......" On Yunchao Ridge, an old man in a green robe shook his head and sighed with emotion.

Beside him, Yang Dingshan and the others turned their heads to take a look.

This is sword cultivation.

Practice.

Repair the sword.

Cultivating the mind.

When there is no war, the sword is a companion and a confidant.

In wartime, the sword and oneself are not separated from each other.

The sword is in the people, and the sword is dead.

His hair was tied up with a golden crown, and Tu Sunshi, who was full of sword energy, stepped out of the void, holding a Qinghui long sword in his hand.

He has one person and one sword, and he has no unusual strength, but he is the pillar of the entire battlefield and the cultivators of the Western Frontier.

Without him, the Terran front in Western Xinjiang would have collapsed long ago.

"Grandma's, do you really want the old man to kill?"

Tu Sun Shi muttered, his body turned into blue light, and he crashed forward.

In the distance, the five great demon cloud pillars vibrate, and it seemed that they had discussed that they wanted five to one.

On the Cloud Nest Ridge, other half-step heavenly realms also flew around.

No one expected that the battle on the front line of Yunchaoling would break out at this moment.

In fact, it is normal, the demon army is entrenched here, and it is not a dinner invitation, so many days of temptation, all the layouts have already been arranged.

Just wait for today's big battle.

It is a temptation, but also a decisive battle.

"Boom-"

The sword light in Tu Sun Shi's hand slashed down, as if tearing open the heavenly dome.

Ten thousand swords, across the east and west.

The halo obscured all the brilliance, and only this sword stirred in the demon clouds.

The five Heavenly Realm Great Demons rushed forward tacitly and attacked and retreated.

There is a clear sword light, and it can be separated from Tu Sunshi's sword at a touch.

There are green vines all over the sky, and the flying leaves are fluttering, wrapping towards Tu Sun Shi.

There was a sky-supporting iron rod that smashed down on Tu Sunshi's head.

One by one, the feathers turned into arrows, like a storm in the sky.

There is a water dragon roaring, bringing clouds and waves.

Although Tu Sun Shi was strong in battle, he was not to the point where he could still hurt people before the five powerhouses of the same rank.

His sword light was suppressed by the demon light, and the sword swept across, shattered the arrows, slashed the water dragon, and then withdrew from the battle circle, confronting the five Heavenly Realm Great Demons with a solemn face.

With one enemy and five undefeated, this is already a kendo powerhouse that is difficult to find in the world.

But no one knows how long this unbeaten streak will last.

The next sword?

Or the next sword?

If Tu Sunshi is defeated, the battle in Western Xinjiang will be lost.

Those half-step Heavenly Realm Western Frontier Great Cultivators also knew that they joined forces to rush to the battle circle, but they were blocked by the half-step Heavenly Realm Great Demons with more demon clans.

The strength of the Southern Desolation Demon Clan is indeed much stronger than that of Western Xinjiang.

Han Muye stood on the cliff, took a deep breath, raised his hand gently, and Qing Ming and Ziyan fell in the palm of his hand.

The two swords were staggered, and a sky-high sword light rose from Han Muye's body.

The splendor of this sword light was so strong that it couldn't even cover the countless sword qi under the mountain.

"It's Kendo Immortal Han Muye!"

"Senior Brother Han is going to make a move!"

On the battlefield, countless low voices rang out.

Han Muye has never been to Yunchaoling, and he has only fought once.

In that case, he held his two swords in his hands and formed the Yunchaoling front, not retreating a single step.

No one knew that under Han Muye's sword, he slashed through the heavenly realm.

"Hum—"

The sword roared.

First, a sword.

After that are countless swords.

In the sky above the battlefield, Tu Sunshi turned his head to look at Han Muye, and said in a low voice: "This stinky boy, it's really ......"

What is it really?

No one knows how distressed Tu Sunshi is now.

Gu Zhen

The Divine Soul Sword Qi that he had condensed for countless years and gave it to Han Muye because he thought he could make good use of it.

But how long has it been warm?

This kid is going to use up this divine soul sword qi.

Divine Soul Sword Qi!

Above Han Muye's head, a sword light floated.

The sword light gathered into a hundred-zhang long sword, the sword body was slightly illusory, and the patterns on it were simple.

Tu Sun Shi gave him the sword of the Divine Soul.

If this sword Han Muye is warmed up and turned into his own divine soul sword, it will take a long time.

At this time, Han Muye chose to consume this sword qi directly.

Because, in his divine treasure, there is a small cyan sword, shining brightly!

For the time being, the power of his divine soul is only enough to warm up a divine soul sword, and any more is a burden.

Not now, but when?

Han Muye put one hand behind his back, his body was in mid-air, and he was born a sword lotus step by step.

"Senior Tu Sunshi, the last time we cooperated very happily, why don't you do it again today?"

Han Muye walked forward and shouted.

Throughout the battlefield, almost everyone looked at Han Muye.

What does he want to do?

That kind of battlefield for the powerhouses of the Heavenly Realm, can a minor monk go?

Lunatic.

Hearing Han Muye's chanting, Master Tu Sun's eyes flashed.

Happy to work together?

This kid is reminding himself that he still hasn't given 20% of the income from the Yuntai Dao Sect.

Afraid that if you die in battle today, the account will be gone?

Looking at the sword light above Han Muye's head, Tu Sunshi's battle intent surged.

Last time, he cooperated with Han Muye, but he slashed a Heavenly Realm Great Demon with one sword.

Today, he didn't have the Divine Soul Sword, and Han Muye's Divine Soul Sword alone might be almost impossible.

That's not far off!

"Haha, boy, then cooperate again!"

Tu Sun Shi flew up, raised his hand and made a move, and the sword of the Divine Soul on Han Muye's head flew out and landed in his palm.

Han Muye stood in the air, and the divine light on his body surged, urging the sword of the divine soul to cooperate with Tu Sun Shi.

"Boom-"

The sword of the divine soul was slashed, and the endless coercion in it instantly absorbed the aura and divine soul power that escaped from a radius of a hundred miles, condensed into a dark sword, and smashed on the recondensed water dragon.

The water dragon roared in pain, and its body shattered, reuniting into a thin old man in a green robe in the distance.

The old man looked pained and grinned.

Tu Sun Shi laughed, raised his hand and led the long sword to the old man again: "Yufan Daoist, today's old man, I will help you transform into a dragon and become an immortal!" ”

Seeing the sword light coming, fear flashed in the eyes of the green-robed old man Yufan Ancestor, and his body moved, and he retreated.

Tu Sun Shi laughed, did not give up, and slashed again with the long sword.

"Special mother, Master Tu Sun, you old thing caught the ancestor and me, right?" Yufan Ancestor gritted his teeth and kept retreating.

He didn't dare to take this sword at all.

The other four Heavenly Realm powerhouses glanced at each other and took a step forward in unison, the demon light condensing.

Tu Sun Shigao shouted: "It's a good time-"

He swept with a big sword in his hand, forcing the four great demons away, and then turned around and landed on Han Muye's side.

"Boy, is that Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect a good envoy?"

Han Muye turned his head to look at him and chuckled, "Do you want to learn?" ”

Tu Sun Shi nodded, his face solemn: "This Divine Soul Sword is still a little weaker, you and I can't bear it just by fighting like this." ”

The sword of the divine soul consumed Han Muye's divine soul, and the sword of the imperial envoy also consumed Tu Sun Shi's sword qi cultivation.

The five heavenly realms on the opposite side are not killers, and today's situation is defeated and invincible.

The five big demon clouds agitated, and the coercion was all over the sky, rolling in.

Below, everyone looked up at the two figures standing side by side.

Today, the first sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, Tu Sun Master, can he stop the five heavenly realms?

"Okay."

At this moment, Han Muye, who was standing beside Tu Sun Shi, took a step forward and shouted.

"I have a sword, called Ten Thousand Swords Guizong, which was created by Mo Yuan, the first person in the outer gate of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect."

"This sword took Mo Yuan two hundred years to watch, and thousands of swordsmanship are one sword."

"This sword is not limited to comprehension qualifications, but only to have a sword in your heart."

On Han Muye's body, the suppressed sword light condensed into substance, and golden sword lotuses bloomed on his body.

He stretched one hand behind his back, the other slowly forward, and pointed at his sword.

"Master Mo once said that with this sword, he would open a road to heaven for the ordinary swords in the world."

"Today, I, Han Muye, teach the art on behalf of the teacher, this sword, the world's sword cultivation can be learned."

"Everybody, be optimistic—"

Countless cultivators looked up, and Han Muye, who was standing in the air, pointed forward with his arm, like a sword stab!

"Wan, sword, return, sect."

Countless sword lotuses exploded, and each petal turned into a phantom.

Each illusion practiced a kind of swordsmanship.

Each swordsmanship is condensed into one.

A sword stabbed out.

A sword.

Ten Swords.

Hundred swords.

A thousand swords.

Ten thousand swords!

A stab of ten thousand swords is for returning to the sect!

The sword lotus dissipated, and the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Han Muye stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly: "Senior, have you learned?" ”

Tu Sun Shi nodded and bowed down: "The master of a sword should be worshipped." ”

After speaking, he straightened up, took a step, and looked at the rolling demon clouds in front of him, his eyes blooming with endless energy.

"My Tu Sun Master is known as the first sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, with a clear sword heart, taking the sword as a baby, and thinking that he is invincible."

"Today, I know that the way of the sword is magnificent, and Master Tu Sun is just a frog at the bottom of the well."

Above Tu Sun Shi's head, a small cyan sword appeared.

This sword, condensing the sword momentum and divine soul, as soon as it appeared, it suppressed the aura and sword aura of the entire battlefield.

"Fellow Daoists of the Southern Wilderness, I just learned a style of ten thousand swords from Master Han to return to the sect, please try the sword."

The words fell, and the sword light rose.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, all the sword weapons vibrated and flew into the air, attached to the Divine Soul Long Sword, condensed into a sword.

This sword holds up the sky and covers the sun.

Han Muye's complexion changed, he reached out and took out two purple jade pills, and crushed them in his palm, causing all the medicinal power to explode instantly.

If it's crazy, then go crazy once!

The purple jade pill in his divine treasure also shattered, and all the medicinal power turned into divine soul power, urging the divine soul sword to cooperate with Tu Sun Shi.

"Senior, I can hold on for ten breaths." Han Muye lowered his voice.

"Ten breaths?"

Tu Sun Shi laughed, and stabbed out with a long sword that held up the sky.

"Three breaths is enough!"

A sword stabbed out, and Tu Sun Shi shouted: "Wan, sword, return, Zong-"

The small cyan sword above his head exploded, revealing a figure in the middle.

This figure was only more than three feet tall, with a face similar to that of Tu Sun Shi, holding a sword in his hand, staggering and clumsy, and slowly stabbing out with a sword.

A sword stabbed out, the figure dissipated, and it reappeared, and it was already a child of five or six years old.

Holding the sword and stabbing forward, the sword light is clear.

The phantom turned again, and the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy stabbed out with a sword like a rainbow.

Seventeen or eighteen years old.

Twenty years as a young man.

Thirty years old, with a green robe and a long sword, he dominates the world.

Forty, wave a sword, no one is invincible.

At the age of 100, the long sword was thrown, and he pointed to it as a sword.

Two hundred years old, frolicking in the mortal dust, teaching children to wield swords with bamboo and wood.

Three hundred years old, mixed cultivation, and sword discussion with the rivers and lakes.

Four hundred years old.

Five hundred years old.

A thousand years old!

Invincible for a thousand years, the way of the sword returned to the sect and turned into a sword.

Wan, sword, return, zong.