The golden tiger phantom slammed into the spell sword light that blocked the way, and rushed to the Jialing River, which was dozens of miles wide, with an indomitable momentum.

Raise your head to the sky and roar, and the tiger will go again.

In the sky, most of the previous sword light spells have dissipated.

At this time, there are only a dozen or so left that are still condensed there.

After all, the previous obstruction was only to show his strength and show that he was qualified to participate in the big competition.

It's really against the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, it's not necessary.

Among those sects just now, several of them were actually allies with the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

But at this time, there are still sword lights and phantoms condensed in front of them, not only to show their strength, but also to compete for the seats of the nine factions!

The golden tiger roared, its eyes shining with dazzling fierce light, leading the ten flying boats behind it, rampage, and moving forward.

"The Nine Xuan Sword Sect is really strong." Standing on the riverside, the faces of the people of the sect who accompanied him flashed with joy.

Their sects are all under the rule of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, and the relationship with the Jiuxuan Mountain is one glory and one loss.

Now to see the giant tiger formed by Tuoba Cheng completely crushed and collided, of course I am happy.

"That is, Tuoba grew up at the beginning, and he was a strong man who was rampant in his life." Someone chimed in.

This is morale, the higher the morale, the stronger the fighting spirit.

Even those who watch the battle also pay attention to their hearts.

"Hmph, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect doesn't even have a Heavenly Realm, and it dares to think so highly of itself." Not far away, someone sneered.

This remark attracted a lot of attention.

"Looking at it this way, your sect is in charge of a Heavenly Realm overhaul?" An elder of the Ling Jue Sect turned his head to look over and said coldly, "I don't know which sect you come from?" ”

"Lingdao Sect? Shangyang Demon Sect? Or the Wind Spirit Sword Sect where the life of the Heavenly Realm Sect Master was almost lost in Jiuxuan Mountain? ”

The elder's voice was not small, and everyone around heard it.

The face of the person who spoke before changed pale, snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and turned to walk away.

This scene caused countless laughter on the riverside.

"Boom-"

Ahead, the giant tiger defeated several spiritual rays that blocked the way.

Further on, there were only nine spiritual lights and sword lights.

Without waiting for the giant tiger to move forward, a sword light automatically disillusioned.

Give up blocking and let the Giant Tiger Phantom become one of the nine spiritual lights that still exist.

Nine factions.

Dabi has not yet begun, and the Nine Xuan Sword Sect has almost locked in the qualifications of the Nine Sects.

On the riverside, some people nodded and some shook their heads.

I thought I could see a wonderful battle.

"Roar—"

At this moment, the tiger roared again!

What do you mean!

Everyone's eyes widened as they watched the tiger move forward.

It's not enough to enter the Nine Factions, but also to provoke?

Countless people were stunned.

The strength of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect is indeed strong, and its reputation among the nine factions is also good.

Especially after the battle of Yunchaoling, as well as Han Qixian's slaying of demons, the image of the righteous path sword gate also stood up.

But the Nine Xuan Sword Gate does not have a heavenly realm.

In front of several forces with Heavenly Realm in Western Xinjiang, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect was completely powerless to fight.

At this time, there are already nine recognized factions, what else to fight for?

Top five?

Top four?

What's the point, it's all in vain.

Do you want to compete for the top three?

There is no heavenly realm......

"Boom-"

A sword light turned into a streamer and collided with the tiger phantom.

Then the giant tiger shook slightly, and the sword light dissipated.

The first to retreat was the Taiyi Sword Sect!

This No. 1 Sword Sect in Western Xinjiang has backed down!

On the riverside, countless people gasped and stared ahead.

"Senior Tu Sun Shi left the Western Frontier, Taiyi Sword Sect, hey, ......" someone whispered.

Indeed, without the protection of Tu Sun Shi, the Taiyi Sword Sect would not be able to keep the title of the No. 1 Sword Sect in Western Xinjiang.

"Hum—"

A few more halos of light dissipated.

In the void, there was only a golden seal, a clear long sword, and a cloud of black demonic energy.

Lingdao Sect.

Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

Shangyang Demon Sect!

The Nine Xuan Sword Sect was actually recognized as the fourth in Western Xinjiang and the second in the Sword Sect!

"It's so strong......"

"After this big competition, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect is going to really rise."

"Fourth in Western Xinjiang, amazing."

On the riverside, countless people spoke in low voices.

This is a result that is simply unexpected.

"Xijiang fourth, not bad, not bad." Those cultivators who came with the Nine Xuan Sword Sect all nodded with satisfaction and chuckled lightly.

It's just that the tiger shadow hasn't stopped!

"Roar—"

The fierce tiger covered in golden light rushed forward, ignoring the sword light and demon shadow around him, and directly hit the golden seal.

Compete with the Spirit Dao Sect!

"Boom-"

The golden seal smashed on the top of the golden giant tiger's head, and the giant tiger's body exploded with a bang.

Then, the golden seal shook and shattered.

Neck and neck!

The Nine Xuan Sword Gate challenged the hegemony of the Western Frontier, and although it was unsuccessful, it was not defeated.

In the void, all the sword light aura dissipated.

But on the banks of the river, there was silence.

Who would have thought that the rearrangement of the nine factions of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect this time would compete with the Spirit Dao Sect!

Who would dare to think?

The Lingdao Sect has suppressed Western Xinjiang for thousands of years, and Wanhua Zhenren has cultivated as the first in Western Xinjiang.

With such a might, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect dares to challenge!

In the void, the spiritual light dissipated, and the ten flying boats of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate landed on the river, fluttering.

All around, the flying boats of various sects and all kinds of flying magic weapons were gathered together.

"Hehe, Jinze Daoyou, I didn't expect that this time your Jiuxuan Sword Sect will point to the first sect in Western Xinjiang, it seems that in the future, I will be the first sword sect to look forward."

Not far away, a shout was heard.

Jin Ze, who was standing at the bow of the boat, looked indifferently, looked ahead, and said lightly: "My sword cultivator, beware of a sword in my heart." ”

"There is no sword to point to the first heart of Western Xinjiang, why come here to fight?"

His voice was loud and heard across the river.

Jiuxuan Sword Gate, really have the heart to fight for the first place in Western Xinjiang!

Today's Tuoba Cheng is a clear ambition with the general trend!

There were a few laughs from the Taiyi Sword Sect, and some of the other sects were silent, and some of them had a few divine thoughts.

The surface of the river is slowly calming, but there is no wind and a few feet of waves under the river, and the dark tide is surging.

Just like the relationship between the various sects on the river at this time.

Kanazawa smiled and flicked his sleeves and went back to the cabin.

"The rearrangement of the nine factions will start in five days, and they will not wait until the sect is outdated."

"The disciples of the various sects participating in the Great Contest are not allowed to fight for these five days."

"After three days, the realm of each sect will go to Jiayu Mountain a hundred miles away to discuss the road."

The voice came from the direction of the Spirit Dao Sect.

No one objected.

The Lingdao Sect has the qualifications to set the rules.

This rule is also what the sects have been observing before.

At least when the Spirit Dao Sect was not pulled down from the altar, the rules were the rules.

"Senior Brother Han Muye of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect is here? Sun Ji came to visit. "Outside the flying boat fleet of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, a voice came.

A Taoist in a green robe stood there, arching his hands and shouting.

"It's Sun Ji of the Fuyang Dao Sect, who cultivates as a realm enlightener, and his combat power is not bad." On the flying boat, someone whispered.

"Senior Brother Han, Wanyue is here to visit."

"Senior Brother Han of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, Du Feng, please see me."

"Duan Yihong is here to see Senior Brother Han."

Figures rushed to the scene, and a call sounded.

Han Muye walked out of the cabin, wearing a cyan robe, carrying a sword box, and a black sword stuck in his hair on his head.

looks like this, just like when you struck the demon in adversity.

It's just that his cultivation on his body looks extremely weak.

This is consistent with the rumors, the news of the various sects, and the analysis of the Sword Pavilion's cultivation method.

The moment they saw Han Muye, a trace of regret flashed in everyone's eyes, but they all breathed a sigh of relief.

At the beginning, Han Muye slashed demons in the Soul Breaking Wasteland, his soul turned into a sword, and he fused more than 20 sword intents in one body, and that kind of power was even a half-step Heavenly Realm to retreat.

If Han Muye is still the original combat power, these nine factions will be rearranged, and there will really be no way to fight.

The moment Han Muye walked out of the cabin, not only these figures who came to meet him, but also countless divine thoughts.

Han Muye's face was indifferent, looking ahead.

There were now thirteen divine soul swords hovering in his divine treasure, each of which was dyed golden red by the Red Dust Curse.

With the support of the Red Dust Mantra, the power hidden in his gods, even if the Heavenly Realm is out of body overhaul, he is powerless to explore.

In his sea of qi, in addition to the eighty-one silk sword intents, there was also a purple human hope.

Zhongzhou is isolated from Western Xinjiang, but people's hope is an invisible thing, which still penetrates the sky wall and surging on Han Muye.

The poems in front of Xisai Mountain, the four sentences of Confucianism and Taoism on Bailu Mountain, and the poems of a hundred battles outside Jinchuan, each of which is full of literary spirit and gathers people's hope.

These people have great hopes, and Han Muye's sea of qi has already been filled with a lot.

The spirit of popularity is enough for him to become a great master of Confucianism and Taoism.

It's just that the Heavenly Dao of Western Xinjiang has suppressed Confucianism and Taoism, and coupled with the fact that Confucianism and Taoism in Western Xinjiang are not prosperous, he broke through the Great Grandmaster, which has no practical significance at all.

It's better to slowly sharpen your own virtues, and then wait for Zhongzhou to break through overnight.

Those great Confucians in Zhongzhou are all doing this, gathering countless people, reading poetry and books, practicing penance for dozens of years, once having an epiphany, the world respects.

This boundless human hope not only covers Han Muye's Qi Sea Dantian, but also gives people a very mundane feeling.

Anyone who looks at him thinks that he is a mortal who has not been cultivating for a long time.

Definitely not more than two years.

This coincides with the time of Han Muye's reconstruction.

"No matter how amazing the talent is, you can't always be lucky." In the distance, on the flying boat of the Spirit Dao Sect, a young man in a green robe spoke in a low voice.

"This person is already good, but unfortunately, he shouldn't be against my Spirit Dao Sect." Beside him, a Taoist who was also wearing a green robe spoke out.

Beside them, several young cultivators stood there.

The Seven Sons of Lingdao.

"I hope that when he loses, he can be more simple, and don't fall into his reputation as a kendo immortal." A young man with a cold look on his face and a scar at the corner of his eye snorted coldly and turned his head back to the cabin.

Genius falls, don't care.

Only geniuses who have always been brilliant can be valued.

What's more, at this time, so many young elites did not come to the Spirit Dao Sect to pay a visit, but gathered in front of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, where is this Spirit Dao Sect?

This is a provocation to the Spirit Dao Sect!

At the Jiuxuan Sword Gate station, Han Muye, who was standing in front of the cabin, looked around and arched his hand: "Everyone, at this time, don't you meditate and accumulate your essence and spirit?" ”

Hearing Han Muye's words, a young man said in a loud voice: "Han Qixian, if you didn't make a move, I, Zhao Tiejin, have already died in the Broken Soul Wasteland, you came to Jialingjiang, how could Zhao Tiejin not come to see you?" ”

As he spoke, he took out a wine gourd and said loudly: "Han Qixian, I, Zhao Tiejin, know that my cultivation strength is not the best, and this sect battle may not be able to leave Jialingjiang alive." ”

"I'm here today, and I want to invite Han Qixian to have a drink."

Drink.

Everyone else also looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye's fame stems from his superb kendo.

But what is more admirable than his talent is his character.

Among the Nine Xuan Sword Sects, it is known that Han Qixian of the Sword Pavilion instructs the juniors and never hides his selfishness.

Outside the Sword Gate, stories about Han Muye are circulating, starting from going down to Jiuxuan Mountain with a sword and going to rescue Gao Changgong, the elder of the Sword Pavilion, to a sword on the Yunchao Ridge to block the Southern Desolate Demon Clan, inviting Tu Sun Shi to save the Yuntai Dao Sect.

In that battle, the demeanor of Han Qixian of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate tormented countless sword cultivators.

The descendants of the great sects of the Western Xinjiang are recognized as unmatched among Han Muye's kendo talents.

After that, Han Muye went all the way back to Jiuxuan Mountain from the old place of Lieyang Palace, and he would give instructions in every battle, and he would not fall into the name of immortals.

What really made Han Muye famous in the Western Frontier was when he was intercepted and killed by the cultivators of the Black Spirit Valley, and went all the way to the Broken Soul Wasteland, killing the Heavenly Demons who had been entrenched in the Western Frontier for countless years.

In this battle, in order to save the elites of Western Xinjiang, Han Muye scattered his cultivation and struck a blow against the sky.

Destroy one person's cultivation path and save thousands of people.

With such a natural character, he deserves the name of a sword immortal.

It is precisely because of the life-saving grace of the Broken Soul Wasteland that the elites of various sects have come to visit the grand occasion today.

"Okay, then Han Muye will accompany you to have a drink today."

Han Muye nodded and looked into the distance: "There's a big island over there, let's go over there." ”

There are all the sects and factions here, so it's not good to drink at the Jiuxuan Sword Gate station, right?

"Okay, that's Chongling Island, let's go over there."

"Let's go, let's get some drinks."

They are all elite cultivators of various sects, and they act quickly and without dragging their feet.

A moment later, everyone was already on the big island in the troubled times.

Someone's sword light swept through, cutting out a flat ground.

Someone made a move, and a flash of spiritual light conjured up a stone platform.

Someone took out the wine jug and took out some of the treasured spirit fruits.

"Everyone, this wine, Han invited." Han Muye let out a long laugh, waved his hand, and one by one, a bunch of spirit fruits fell from the wine jars.

The wine is sad wine, it is all newly brewed by Han Muye, and it has been put away.

The spirit fruit is obtained from Qingmang Mountain.

Han Muye has not been out of Jiuxuan Mountain in the past two years, but the big demon hibiscus of Qingmang Mountain has photographed Tan Tan and others a few times, and they have brought a lot of spiritual fruits and elixirs.

"Han Qixian's net worth is so rich." Seeing so many spirit wine and spirit fruits, many people's eyes lit up.

"This wine, good wine." Someone took a sip of sad wine and let out a low sigh.

Han Muye smiled and raised his wine glass.

The elites of the sects also raised their glasses.

"Honors."

Han Muye's eyes revealed a glimmer of aura, and he said in a deep voice: "If you don't get drunk today, you won't return, and you will fight in five days, and go all out." ”

After speaking, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank them all in one gulp.

"If you don't get drunk, you won't go home, go all out!"

The wine enters the throat, and the heart burns.

This wine, sad.

Looking at those grinning elites of the various sects, Han Muye had a smile on his face.

Han Muye did not refuse to come, and everyone who came to toast him, he drank until the glass was dry.

This scene made many people sigh again.

This wine can condense sword qi.

Drinking a little bit is beneficial, and if you drink too much, if you don't use the aura to wrap in refining, you will continue to refine your own sword qi.

In normal times, that's not a bad thing.

But five days later, the sect will rearrange the big competition, and now condensing the sword qi, is it because he thinks that his own sword qi is too much?

In the eyes of those sect elites, Han Muye gave up because he had recultivated himself, and his cultivation was so thin that he couldn't compare with everyone at all.

Let go of the drink.

Also, the original Tianjiao character was reduced to a mortal at one time, and then reunited with Tianjiao at this time, his heart was depressed, and it was better to get drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows.

"Han Qixian, Duan Yihong respects you a cup." A big man in a green robe stepped forward and raised his wine glass towards Han Muye.

The first descendant of the Infernal Dao Sect, Duan Yihong, the son of the Tao.

In the past two years, he fought against all directions, slashed demons and destroyed demons, carried the power of ten thousand jun undefeated, and his fame spread all over the western Xinjiang.

Han Muye smiled and raised his glass.

"Han Qixian, I said at the beginning that when the nine factions met, Duan Yihong gave you a victory, this word counts."

After Duan Yihong finished speaking, he drank the wine in the cup.

Han Muye's gaze fell on Duan Yihong.

Although the power of earth affinity has not reached the state of perfection, it is not much worse.

This guy is based on the earth, and the power of a radius of three thousand miles can be borrowed.

It's just that, with Han Muye's full-level perception of soil affinity, he can find that there is still a trace of disobedience on Duan Yihong.

This disobedience comes from......

"Duan Daoyou, when you are refining your body, you will have a feeling of pain in your heart, right?"

Han Muye suddenly spoke.

The empty wine glass in Duan Yihong's hand exploded instantly, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Han Muye.

"The condensed spiritual heart of the earth spirit fish insect can indeed improve the power of the earth affinity after swallowing and refining, but because this power is gathered in the henchman, there will often be labor pains before it is completely refined."

Han Muye's words made Duan Yihong's face change.

The noise around me has also quieted down, only the sound of water waves.

"When the sect is in the big competition, you try to close the three meridians of the Qi Sea connecting the heart veins to reduce the instantaneous burst of earth power, which should be useful."

"Otherwise, the labor pain will start at a critical time, and you will be defeated."

Han Muye's voice was flat.

But in this blandness, there is absolute confidence.

Duan Yihong's aura in his body was running, and he sensed it slightly, and a hint of joy flashed on his face.

He bowed to Han Muye and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Senior Brother Han." ”

When he strode away, a figure landed in front of Han Muye.

"Senior Brother Han, you said that if the moon is full, you will lose, today, how about Senior Brother please look at my sword again?" The voice of Wan Yue, the young sect master of the Yuehua Sword Sect, fell, and the clear sword light in his hand rose.

The sword is as bright as the moon, but it is not what it was when he fought with Han Muye.

January to March.

March is in the sky, and the halo is mild, but it makes people feel frozen.

"Yes, yes." Han Muye nodded, and then said softly: "The moon is full and missing, it is the way of heaven and earth, in fact, you don't need this move." ”

Hearing his words, Wanyue raised her hand, and March directly turned from a full circle to a half moon, and then there was only a trace of crescent moon left.

When there were only three crescents left in the sky, an indescribable sense of slaughter rose.

This crescent moon is several times more dangerous than the full moon.

"Okay, when March disappears, it will be the time when your sword is complete." Han Muye spoke loudly.

Wanyue glanced at him, the sword light dissipated, raised the wine glass in front of her and drank it down, then turned around and left.

This Wanyue is really strong!

This is the idea of all the elites present.

However, Han Qixian was able to instruct Wanyue in swordsmanship, which shows that although he is no longer cultivating, his talent and vision are still there.

Many people are eye-catching.

"Senior Brother Han, I have a trick."

"Han Qixian, I salute you, please see how my sword is."

……

On this day and night, the sword light on Chongling Island was not broken at all.

The elites of the various sects who heard the news toasted Han Muye one after another, and then asked for swordsmanship and sword moves.

Han Muye did not refuse, even if he was drunk and hazy, he still spoke out to instruct the swordsmanship.

The party did not disperse until the Oriental Fish White.

After today, goodbye, maybe it's a fight of life and death!

Han Muye turned around drunkenly, went to his cabin, raised his hand, and a formation rose.

"Hey, these little guys, they all think they've earned it."

The voice of the Great Rock Dao man rang out.

Beside him, Zhao Yunlong nodded, his gaze falling on Han Muye.

At this time, around Han Muye's body, one after another sword lights turned into phantoms.

These phantoms, among which there are swordsmanship and Taoism, are constantly changing, and then disperse.

Those elites of the various sects were given guidance, and Han Muye got their swordsmanship and Taoism.

Mutual benefit.

None of the losses.

Three days later, the Jindan of each sect left and went to Jiayu Mountain to discuss the Tao.

Two days later, between heaven and earth, the golden light shone brightly, and dragon boats appeared.

Eight hundred and thirty-four dragon boats landed on the river.

The sects that participated in the rearrangement of the nine factions were a total of eight hundred and thirty-four.

Most sects are not really vying for the position of the nine sects, but to let their own disciples sharpen, and at the same time show the strength of the sect and enhance the status of the sect in the western frontier.

"The nine factions in Western Xinjiang have begun to redefine Dabi."

"This dragon boat is traced back to 100,000 miles along the Jialing River, to the western Xinjiang and the northern region to meet the snow-capped mountain Shenglongtai."

"Three hundred and sixty ascending dragon platforms, ascending to the platform by battle, and finally the first nine ascending dragon platforms are the nine factions of Western Xinjiang, and they are qualified to redefine the rules of the Western Xinjiang cultivation world."

In the void, one after another figures emerged.