In the middle of the mine, a sword light rushed towards Han Muye.

The swordsmanship of the Ethereal Dao Sect.

With the power of the Dao Law, in the roar, there is also the suppression of the divine soul.

The terrain is strong.

With the power of the veins, the stone wall in the diversion channel shook, and there were scattered stones mixed with the sword light, turning into a swimming dragon.

Such a sword, without the combat power of the territory, cannot be caught at all.

On the other side, Jian Xiu didn't think about whether to keep his hand at all.

Looking at this sword, Han Muye drank in his mouth, and the two swords in both hands were twisted into one.

"Kill."

Han Muye's sword light emitted a burst streamer, facing the swimming dragon gathered by the powerhouses of the realm, and passed through.

"Thorn-"

The sword light brought out a puddle of blood.

The powerful man in the opposite realm covered his chest with his hands, his eyes showed unwillingness, and he slowly fell to the ground.

His swordsmanship is not bad, but it is not suitable for this place.

If the swimming dragon could cross ten miles in the air and envelop a thousand huge stones, Han Muye would directly turn around and dodge this blow first.

It's a pity that the mine passage here is narrow, and the strength has not yet been accumulated, and the power of the earth and stone drawn in this sword is too little.

In Han Muye's twin swords, the flame power exploded the earth and stone dragon, and then the cold sword light used the power of the explosion to speed a hundred times faster, killing with one blow.

"Uncle Yang Teng!"

"Not good, Deacon Yang was killed!"

"Quick, avenge Lord Deacon!"

The figure following behind the sword cultivator rushed in, relying on the large number of people, rushing towards Han Muye.

The sword light, the spiritual light, condensed in an instant, and went towards the top of Han Muye's head.

Han Muye was not afraid at all, and the purple flame sword in his hand swept out.

"Boom-"

The flames turned into a wall, blocking out all the sword light and spiritual light.

Then, with a streamer, the Blue Shadow Sword passed through the wall.

"Thorn-"

Han Muye, who was holding the sword trick in his hand, had a cold killing intent in his eyes.

With each movement of his fingers, he could hear the sound of the blade of the sword brushing against his flesh.

By the time the flames dissipated, there were only two pale Qi Condensation Monks standing in the farthest distance on the opposite side.

"Spare your life—"

One of the monks turned and walked away, while the other, with his feet limp, slumped to the ground, muttering in his mouth.

Han Muye shook his head, stretched out his hand, and the Qing Ying Sword returned to his palm.

At this moment, the monk who was sitting on the ground threw out a jade-colored talisman in his hand, and his face showed a hideous expression: "Die-"

Talismans.

Among these talismans, several of them are extremely lethal talismans.

These talismans burst open, and this mine is a hundred feet in circumference, and it is bound to be blown up.

Seeing the talisman fly out, a blue light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.

Divine Soul Sword Qi.

It's just a Qi Condensation cultivator, and this Divine Soul Sword Qi flashed, and it had already slashed its Divine Soul.

The soul is gone, and the talisman thrown out will naturally not explode again.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and pocketed all the talismans.

"Boom-"

In front of the mine, there was a roar, and a wave of power surged.

"Dare to come to my Ethereal Dao Sect's Fire Essence Mine to make trouble, do you think about how to die?"

The voice sounded, and a fifty-year-old man in a purple robe stepped into the mine with heavy steps, one step at a time.

There was a dignified Dao power in this person's body, surging and rolling.

The landscape enlightens.

The coercion from the divine soul made Han Muye's sword light flash in the divine treasure.

"Tie your hands."

A golden light shone through the Daoist's eyes, staring at Han Muye's eyes.

As his words fell, in front of Han Muye's eyes, a roaring light flashed, turning into a giant hammer and smashing down.

This giant hammer is just a phantom, but it will fall directly on the gods.

If the power of the divine soul is insufficient, it will be directly smashed by this giant hammer, and the divine soul will be dispersed, and it will turn into stupidity.

The cultivation method of the Ethereal Taoist Sect is really remarkable.

Han Muye met a few people, some who cultivated swordsmanship, some who cultivated Taoism, and those who cultivated divine souls.

With these means alone, it is already the foundation that a large sect should have.

"Get out."

The giant hammer fell, Han Muye snorted, and the small cyan sword above his head flashed, directly shattering the giant hammer.

The small sword twisted, and then wrapped the divine soul power that the giant hammer had shattered, absorbing it.

The expression on the face of the Daoist of the Enlightenment Stage of the Realm on the opposite side was first red, and then turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Han Muye, wanting to speak, but he couldn't.

The spell gathered by the divine soul was shattered by Han Muye's blow, and even the power of the divine soul was collected, and his divine soul was already shaken, and the divine treasure was shattered.

This is the danger of soul magic and swordsmanship.

The sword condensing technique inherited by the Sword Pavilion can be condensed into a hundred breaths of heaven realm, but if you encounter a powerful opponent and shatter the sword weapon, it is very likely that you will be shattered and fall in an instant.

The cultivation method of the Sword Pavilion is really a matter of cultivation.

Killing this realm enlightenment master, Han Muye raised his hand and moved a sword on the ground into his hand.

The sword was started, the sword qi was infused, and scenes flashed in Han Muye's mind.

This scene made the aura on Han Muye's body begin to vibrate, and a trace of fierce killing intent spread.

From the sword weapons, he saw that these cultivators from the Cloud Heaven Realm were torturing and killing the cultivators of the Fire Source Realm again and again.

According to these cultivators outside the realm, only by killing all the people in this realm can they completely occupy this realm.

And those cultivators who put down their weapons and surrendered were thrown into the mine and never had a chance to get out for the rest of their lives.

The fate of these people will not escape a sword in the end.

Cultivators outside the realm did not regard the cultivators of the Fire Source Realm as their kind at all.

On the other hand, the Fire Source Realm cultivators and the Fire Source Palace cultivators from the Heavenly Xuan World were one.

Because this realm is originally attached to the Tianxuan world, the two have the same origin.

"Hum—"

In the cavern, there was a loud noise.

On the stone wall, cracks appeared.

From the depths of the earth, there was a tremor.

The people of the Great Rock Dao have obtained the fire marrow spirit crystal!

Han Muye's face showed joy.

But in the next moment, he had a solemn look on his face.

In this vein, there are not just two half-step Heaven Realms!

From the memory of the sword weapon in his hand, he saw the third half-step Heavenly Realm figure.

This is an old man with a pale face and a rickety body.

This Elder of the Ethereal Dao Sect named Ma Meng was about to end his life, so he closed himself in this mine tunnel.

At this time, the vein vibrated and had already alarmed it.

"Look for death."

In the distance, an old voice was heard, and then the entire stone wall shook.

Han Muye's face changed, and with a long sword in his hand, he rushed out of the mine.

That half-step Heavenly Realm did not come to look for him, but directly attacked to suppress the Great Rock Dao people who had penetrated into the leylines.

If Han Muye didn't make a move, the Great Rock Dao people would be shocked to death in the leylines by this half-step Heavenly Realm.

"Cangchang—"

The figure turned into a streamer, and together with the sword light, it penetrated several mine paths, and Han Muye landed in a stone chamber with a radius of 100 zhang.

In this stone room, only on the high platform in front of him, a white-haired old man sits cross-legged.

"Hehe, a sword cultivator from another world."

"I'll give you a chance to live, tell me where you're from."

The old man lowered his head and looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

His tone was gentle, as if the cultivators who had been killed by Han Muye before had nothing to do with him.

"A chance to live?"

Looking at the old man sitting on the stone platform, Han Muye's eyes flashed with a bright sword light.

This Ethereal Dao Sect elder named Ma Meng, in order to increase his longevity, used the cultivators of the Fire Source Realm to refine his soul and extract his divine soul to supplement his own longevity.

This kind of method has been going on for 100 years.

He alone tortured and killed thousands of cultivators.

Such a person has fallen into the devil.

Damn it!

Han Muye raised his hand, the Qingying Sword, and pointed at Ma Meng.

"Thorn-"

The human sword was united, turning into a breeze, and when Han Muye reappeared, he was already behind Ma Meng.

The sword in his hand was cut directly.

This sword is extremely fast.

A hint of surprise flashed on the face of the sitting horse, and around him, a golden aura rose and turned into a light mask.

Han Muye's sword slashed at the light mask, bringing out a concussive streamer.

"Hehe, swordsmanship is good."

"It's a pity that the cultivation is too weak."

Ma laughed violently, his palms poked out, and his palms brought out a cyan streamer, turning into a black tiger phantom, opening his mouth and roaring.

The black tiger had two wings on its back, and its body moved, crashing into Han Muye.

The speed is as fast as Han Muye just now.

This giant tiger is extremely powerful, even if a mountain peak is hit, it will also turn into powder.

Seeing the giant tiger coming, Han Muye did not dodge or dodge, and behind him, a phantom of a long-horned bull appeared.

"Roar—"

The shadows of the two white tigers fused with the long-horned bull and turned into a black bull whose body was several feet taller than the black tiger.

The black bull hit the black tiger headlong and smashed it directly.

This blow shook the stone chamber and caused the rubble on the dome to fall.

The horse flew up, with a wooden staff in both hands, and raised his hand to smash it towards Han Muye.

The wooden staff instantly turned into a green wolf and bit at the top of Han Muye's head.

Han Muye's footsteps did not move, and the Ziyan Sword in his left hand stabbed diagonally against the trend, revealing from the jaw of the green wolf.

The sword light flashed, and an explosive halo shattered the green wolf.

Han Muye pointed forward with both swords, staring at Ma Meng.

"Half-step Heavenly Realm?"

There was disdain in his eyes: "It turned out to be a half-step heavenly realm that was struggling to breathe, and Shouyuan was about to end." ”

In his eyes, the killing intent and the battle intent rose at the same time: "I want to try if I can kill a half-step Heavenly Realm." ”

He has killed more than one of them.

But that's not all by virtue of its own combat power.

This time, he faced a half-step Heavenly Realm alone where his longevity was approaching and his combat power was lost.

He wanted to kill against the sky without using his divine soul sword qi and only using his own swordsmanship.

This is a great opportunity to hone his swordsmanship.

"Haha, okay, the old man has practiced for 1,300 years and killed countless people." Hearing Han Muye's words, Ma Meng's eyes were also full of light, staring at Han Muye.

"Let me see today, how can a little guy like an ant come to kill me!"

Around the horse, a fiery power like lava rose and turned into a flaming knife.

As soon as this knife appeared, the surrounding air instantly condensed.

A heat wave that was blazing to the extreme rushed towards Han Muye.

On the top of Han Muye's head, a trace of qi and blood was attracted and began to deplete.

The power of a half-step Heavenly Realm powerhouse, if it weren't for the fact that Han Muye was different from other cultivators of the same level, he would definitely not be able to stand even a glance at him, let alone the long knife condensed by this natal technique.

Facing this half-step Heavenly Realm overhaul, Han Muye did not wait.

The two swords staggered, and the fire dragon exploded.

Burning the prairies.

Swordsmanship is one of the strongest swordsmanship in Han Muye's hands.

This swordsmanship can both fight in groups and alone, and it is a killing move in Han Muye's hands.

"Good time."

Seeing the fire dragon roaring, the horse let out a long shout, and the long knife in his hand was slashed down.

The sword is shining, calm and firm.

This knife shows the demeanor of a great monk.

Ma Meng's immersion in swordsmanship must have been hundreds of years.

"Thorn-"

The fire dragon collided with the sword light, and the sword light shattered, and the fire dragon was cut into two pieces.

But the two fire dragons did not dissipate, but turned into two long heavenly dragons, one of which rolled and wrapped the horse violently.

"The swordsmanship of the Fire Source Palace!"

Ma Meng's eyes widened, and he let out a low breath.

Tenryu.

Changing swordsmanship dragons.

This was originally the swordsmanship of the Lieyang Palace Town School, and in the hands of Han Muye, it turned into a double dragon together, and yin and yang were intertwined.

The originally blazing fire dragon was infused with icy and cold qi, and after differentiation, the cold and heat collided, bringing out the power of yin and yang.

This kind of power is not strong enough to kill a great monk, but it can suppress it for a few breaths.

Enough is enough.

Han Muye let go of the sword in both hands, one behind his back, and the other in front of his hand.

A suffocating sword aura emanated.

Ma Meng's complexion changed, and a golden light shield appeared on his body, protecting his whole body.

As soon as the light mask appeared, Han Muye had already let out a low cry in his mouth.

"Wan, sword, return, sect-"

In the mine, the sword aura is like a wave.

Every sharp sword qi turned into a phantom.

The sword pointed forward, the phantom of the hidden killing intent.

All the sword light eventually turned into a sword.

This sword light gathered in front of Han Muye.

In his palm, a sword pill emerged.

Seeing the sword pill, Ma Meng was shocked, waved his hand and hit the Yin Yang Heavenly Dragon Sword Light outside his body, and then his body retreated.

He retreated quickly, and Han Muye's sword pill was faster.

The sword pill turned into a three-foot double-headed handleless long sword, cutting through the void, crashing into the space three feet in front of him, and hitting Ma Meng's chest.

"Drink—"

Ma Meng shouted, and a golden tripod appeared in front of him, blocking the sword light.

The sword light penetrated Dading, and the sword blade stabbed three inches into Ma Meng's chest, drawing a puddle of bloody light.

Ma Meng laughed and reached out to grab the sword light.

It's just that he didn't see that Han Muye on the opposite side showed a touch of relief on his face.

"Thorn-"

A sword pill that had been hidden behind Ma Meng swept away, directly shattering his neck.

"Bang-"

A gray aura rushed out and scattered in all directions.

Grievances.

Rotten gas.

This is the resentment that many cultivators who were refined by Ma Meng before, and scattered out at this time.

It is also these divine souls that can survive Ma Meng all the time.

Otherwise, his life would have been cut off.

This is also the reason why Ma Meng's combat power is far inferior to the normal half-step Heavenly Realm.

"Hah-"

On Ma Meng's decaying body, a foot-long phantom rushed out and crashed into Han Muye's body.

Yuan Baby.

No, this horse's lifespan is exhausted, and he survives by relying on the Yuan Infant who has not been condensed, and this Yuan Infant is actually dead.

Dead Baby.

A vicious practice.

The art of transforming life and death.

Ma Meng only dared to shrink into this fierce mine road, just to cover up his own dead air.

This corpse baby rushed towards Han Muye, just to seize Han Muye's body.

The method of taking away the primordial infant is often found in the cultivation world.

"Town—"

Han Muye drank in his mouth, and the aura on his body turned into golden characters, blocking the corpse baby.

Haoran gas!

As soon as this kind of aura came out, the body around the corpse baby seemed to fall into boiling water, and the gray aura of the Dao Dao was dispersed.

Not only the corpse baby, but also the surrounding space, those scattered grievances were also directly refined by Haoran Qi, turning into cyan aura and dissipating.

Refining resentment, Han Muye could feel that his own Haoran Qi was much more dignified.

The divine light in his eyes was even deeper.

In front of him, the corpse baby suppressed by the golden characters slowly weakened, and the dead air in it dissipated.

"Hum—"

A sword pill appeared, crushing this faint primordial infant phantom.

Among them, the divine soul and powerful power were absorbed by the sword pill and temporarily resided.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye looked ahead.

In the battle just now, he didn't use the sword of the divine soul, nor did he use the sword intent in the sea of qi.

With the sword intent in the dantian, and the power of two sword pills, he killed a half-step Heavenly Realm.

Even if this half-step Heaven Realm only has an empty shelf and no strength in ten, it can be regarded as a half-step Heaven Realm, isn't it?

Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, and a small jade-colored bag hanging from Ma Meng's waist fell into his hand.

His thoughts probed into it, and his face flashed with joy.

In this small bag, hundreds of thousands of chalcedony stones were neatly contained.

Among them, there are thousands of pieces of extremely high quality and valuable fire essence.

A huge sum of money.

"Click-"

"Boom—"

The entire mine shook constantly, and pieces of rubble fell.

The flame power that had originally escaped from the veins began to converge.

The fire on the stone wall was bright, and it began to fade.

This is the reason why the Fire Marrow Spirit Crystal was taken away.

The people of Big Rock Road have succeeded.

"Boom-"

The stone chamber collapsed, and Han Muye's figure moved, rushing out of it.

Flying in mid-air, the mountains below crumbled.

Those fiery red halos, some scattered, some buried.

This vein is wasted.

Below, the figure of the Great Rock Dao man flew out, and then dozens of figures followed behind, and the spiritual light and sword light swayed.

"Help—"

The people of the Great Rock Road called timidly.

If these sword lights collided, his little divine soul power would definitely be shattered.

Even if he doesn't die, there is only a little dim phantom left.

Seeing him embarrassed, Han Muye laughed, waved his hand, and a sword pill turned into a void light.

Hidden empty.

The swordsmanship is hidden in the air, and the swordsmanship of Yuan Tian Jianzun back then.

Da Yan's body was shocked, and his eyes were fixed on the sword light.

The sword pill turned into an illusion and circled around the big rock's body, and in a flash, it brought out a puddle of blood light.

No one can stop this sword light.

No one can see through the rules of this sword light.

All the people of the Ethereal Dao Sect who were pursuing stopped and hung in the air, not daring to step forward.

"Boom-"

In the distance, the bursting sword light collided with the spiritual light, and the roar was like thunder.

The exploding flames of light shone through the sky.

Han Muye knew that this was Tao Ran Ancestor reminding him to leave quickly, and the two half-step Heavenly Realms had already turned around with all their might.

With a long laugh, Han Muye stretched out his hand to recall the sword pill, and the sword pill led the Great Rock Dao man, and his body turned into a breeze, condensed into a sword light, and slashed through the sky.

The sword light is a thousand miles, and no one can catch up.

The Imperial Sword Flying Escape was one of the fastest speeds in time, not to mention that Han Muye used the Sword Pill to fly away, which had the spatial power of the Hidden Sky Sword Technique.

"You, Han Muye, how long have you been practicing his swordsmanship?" The Great Rock Dao Man who turned into a clear breeze asked.

How long?

Han Muye chuckled, "A year." ”

Barely a year.

"One year ......"

The people of Dayan Dao were silent for a long time before they whispered: "Han Muye, one day you surpass him, I will recognize you as the master." ”

Is it more than Yuan Tian Sword Venerable?

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

Of course, he has to surpass Yuan Tian Jianzun.

"Haha, Han boy, did you succeed?"

Ahead, Tao Ran Old Ancestor greeted with a long smile.

I don't know when, he has escaped from the pursuit of two peers and came here.

Han Muye turned his head and looked at the people of Dayan Dao.