The green robe with big sleeves, shining with spiritual light, and the coercion scattered is the great elder of the Spirit Dao Sect, the first person in the Western Xinjiang cultivation world, Wanhua Zhenren.

Dressed in a black robe, with a cold face, and a demonic aura rising on his body, he is the first person in the Western Frontier Demon Dao, Li Mubai.

The sword aura is soaring, the figure is tall, and the middle-aged man in a gray robe is the idea of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, and the Heavenly Realm Sword Cultivator.

Not only these three Heavenly Realms, but the ancestors of the Mu family, the two demon clans that they have never seen, are all Heavenly Realm cultivators.

On their side, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect Sect Sect Sect Master Tuoba Cheng, the Taiyi Sword Sect Sect Master and the Jade Dao Man, the Yuntai Dao Sect Sect Master Lu Fengyou and other powerhouses were all there.

Here, it can be regarded as gathering the strongest group of people in Western Xinjiang.

"Board the dragon boat, trace the source of 100,000 miles, and you can shoot at will."

"On the platform of Shenglong, life and death have their own destiny."

Rules, that is, there are no rules.

The competition for the ranking of the nine factions is to exchange the blood of the junior elites for the future of the sect.

can be killed from this bloody battle, and a hundred years later, it can run rampant in the western frontier.

"Senior Brother Han, I'm afraid this battle will be difficult." Behind Han Muye, Qi Thirteen, who was carrying two swords, spoke in a low voice.

Hard.

If the Nine Xuan Sword Sect is still developing in a low-key manner like before, then this battle may be easy to say.

But if you want to fight for the first place in the nine factions, then everyone present today must fight with their lives.

"Since it is a sword cultivation, it is to draw a sword when the enemy is encountered."

Han Muye's face was indifferent, his body moved, and he flew up.

"With a sword in my hand, I am invincible."

Han Muye let out a low shout, and his figure landed on the dragon boat more than ten zhang long.

"I'm invincible!"

One by one, the figures flew down the dragon boat.

"Sure enough, it is a sword path immortal in the Western Frontier, this kind of sword dao perception is really extraordinary." The man who spoke was dressed in a green robe, with a long sword on his back and long eyebrows.

The sword intent on his body was suppressed, and it seemed that there was a surging wave that was about to collapse at any time.

The first in the inner door of the Tangshan Sword Sect, Gu Yuanlong.

At this time, he assumed the pseudonym of the fourth inner gate of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, Gu Long.

Gu Yuanlong's figure turned into a streamer, chased after Han Muye, and landed on his side.

At the moment when he fell, Lin Shen and Lu Gao were already standing by Han Mu's side one after the other, protecting him.

The sword protector and gatekeeper of the Sword Pavilion, of course, is to protect Han Muye, the guardian of the Sword Pavilion.

One by one, figures fell on the dragon boat, and the aura and sword light in the sky shone through.

One by one, the dragon boats moved slowly and began to swim upstream.

The ninety-nine disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect flew down, and then Han Muye, who was standing at the bow of the dragon boat, moved, leading the dragon boat to slowly go backwards.

By this time, neither Li Xixi nor Deng Chungang had returned.

The Nine Xuan Sword Gate can only control the dragon boat with ninety-nine people.

"Boom-"

Ahead, two extremely fast dragon boats collided together.

The golden dragon boat is made of unknown materials, and it is extremely strong.

But the dragon boats collided, swayed separately, and capsized on the Jialing River.

The figure of Dao Dao fell into the water, and then flew out of the water again, ready to restore the dragon boat and continue to move forward.

"Roar—"

At this moment, with a roar, in the Jialing River, a big black fish with a length of a foot rushed out of the river, biting off half of the waist of an elite disciple who had just flown out of the water.

An elite disciple who was at least a high-level foundation builder was bitten off!

Blood, instantly stained a river red!

"There are monsters under the river!"

Someone exclaimed.

There is no need to think about it, the churning waves around the overboard cultivator already speak for themselves.

The black monster figures rose in the water.

Blood and sword light flashed at the same time.

"In this big competition, a group of the East China Sea Black Armor Demon Clan will accompany you, they are not only as the overseers of Dabi, but also part of the difficulty of Dabi."

The voice of Wanhua Zhenren rang out.

"If you have the ability, they will hunt you, and you can hunt them too."

The East Sea Demon Clan.

Jin Jialin's jade slip mentions this matter.

Han Muye's gaze fell on the water in front of him.

In his divine hide, a drop of water burst open in an instant.

His eyes turned blue.

At this moment, there is no secret in front of him in front of him.

Water affinity and full level power.

Sensing the situation in the waters, Han Muye's face showed a trace of solemnity.

He looked up at the sky.

At this moment, Wanhua Zhenren, who was still hanging in the void, also lowered his head, his gaze intersected with Han Muye.

Han Muye could feel a trace of probing crashing into him along his divine thoughts.

The red dust spell in his divine hiding moved, and the exploration of this divine thought was resolved.

A hint of fierceness flashed across Wanhua Zhenren's face, and he looked away.

Han Muye lowered his head and looked at the river.

Under the river, there are thousands of demon beasts accompanying them.

The strongest of them are forty or fifty zhang in size, and the potential river is low.

This kind of big demon, when cultivating to combat power, is invincible to the half-step Heavenly Realm, and it is almost the same.

Moreover, among them, there may be those who exceed such a realm.

Others below thirty zhang, condensing demon pills, or condensing their own demon bloodline supernatural powers, abound.

Within a radius of 100 miles, the surface of the water is already densely covered with black-armored monster fish.

With these demon beasts underwater, if they riot and kill, they can make most of these elites in Western Xinjiang fall.

The Spirit Dao Sect has recruited so many powerful demon beasts from the East China Sea, is it really just a referee for Dabi?

"Wow-"

A demon beast opened its mouth to bite the elite disciple who fell into the water.

The sword light in the disciple's hand directly slashed head-on.

"Bang-"

The figure of the black-armored monster fish fell into the river, and the face of the elite who took out the sword changed, and just as he was about to speak, another black fish suddenly rushed out from the oblique thorn and tore off most of his body in one bite.

The surface of the water, soaked in blood.

When the two capsized dragon boats flipped back and all the disciples who had fallen into the water returned to the dragon boats, there were originally 100 people on them, but now, they were less than 90.

The loss is more than 10%.

This has just set off, 100,000 miles to trace the source, and it has only been less than ten miles!

The nine factions are more dangerous than that!

The elite disciples on the dragon boats had solemn faces.

In the sky, those powerhouses of each sect were silent.

On both sides of the river, the cultivators who accompanied the observation all showed fear on their faces.

The rearranged competition of these nine factions is bloody and tragic!

"Boom-"

A huge black fish ten zhang long burst out of the water and directly overturned a dragon boat.

Then, countless waves rolled and surrounded the capsized dragon boat.

The sect disciple who fell into the water flew up and dodged in panic.

"There are monsters!"

"Senior brother save me-"

"My legs!"

In the sky, a figure rushed downward.

"My Purple Spirit Dao Gate quits Dabi!" The figure who rushed out shouted loudly, and the spiritual light in his hand turned into a snare and pressed down.

It's just that the snare is still in mid-air, and Wanhua Zhenren raised his hand, and a burst of blue light pierced the body of the person who made the shot.

Jin Dan, the master of the Purple Spirit Dao Sect of the Sevenfold Sect, was shattered, his body was shattered, and his soul was directly destroyed.

With one blow, the Jindan powerhouse fell.

"It seems that the rules set by my Spirit Dao Sect are someone who wants to challenge them."

Gently retracting his palm, Wanhua Dao had an indifferent expression on his face: "During the entire sect competition, you are not allowed to quit, and you are not allowed to come to the rescue." ”

Hearing his words, Li Mubai and the others' faces remained unchanged, and not far away, a white-bearded old man frowned and said in a low voice: "When did this rule exist?" ”

Wanhua Daoist raised his head, and there was a deep halo in his eyes: "Now, there is a problem?" ”

The white-bearded old man's face turned pale, and he hurriedly said, "No problem, no problem." ”

Around, no one spoke again.

Wanhua Zhenren's gaze turned from the old man and looked at Tuoba Cheng on the side.

Tuoba Cheng's expression did not change in the slightest, and he only looked at the dragon boat below.

"Whoa—"

A black-armored monster fish with a body longer than a dragon boat rushed out of the water and crashed into the dragon boat of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

The figure of this strange fish had not yet rushed in front of the Dragon Boat of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, and a dragon boat that rushed from the side could no longer be controlled and collided with it.

"Boom-"

The dragon boat tumbled, and everyone on the dragon boat fell into the river.

The huge black-armored monster fish opened its mouth and swallowed three figures in one gulp.

Around, dozens of black turtles with a body shape of five or six zhang long rushed towards them.

"Help—"

"Run—"

"Han Qixian, help-"

On the water, someone shouted in the direction of the dragon boat of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

To save, or not to save?

"I'll come."

On the dragon boat, a young man in a white robe stood up.

Inner Gate Twenty-first, Li Sen and.

The true inheritance of the golden vein elite, the aura cultivation is the peak of the terrestrial vein, and the golden vein swordsmanship is cultivated, and it is condensed into sword intent.

In the battle of hunting cultivators from the other world in the Fire Source Realm, Li Sen and his achievements were outstanding.

"Dotted gold." Han Muye nodded and said loudly.

Hearing his words, Li Senhe's eyes flashed, and he flew up, the sword in his hand, and turned into a star.

Golden vein two swordsmanship, point gold.

"Thorn-"

The sword flashed, hit the black monster's forehead, and then shattered.

The skull of this black fish was so hard that even the sword blade of a realm vein powerhouse could not break through.

But the next moment, a little golden streamer passed through the eyes of the black fish.

This is the swordsmanship of gold.

"Poof—"

A puddle of black blood burst out directly, and the three-zhang long black strange fish tossed a few times in the water and slowly fell silent.

Eyes are the Achilles heel of this black fish!

Li Sen and Chang laughed, and the sword light in his hand turned into starlight and fell little by little.

The black fish that sprang out of the water were pierced through their eyes by the sword light.

One hit kills!

Li Sen and flew back to the dragon boat, and several black fish corpses were already floating on the water in front of them.

"Good swordsmanship!" Some of the observers on the shore in the distance whispered.

The accuracy and ruthlessness of this sword are incomparable.

"Brother Tuoba, can this person be ranked in the top ten in your Nine Xuan Sword Sect?" Among the masters of the various sects watching the battle in the sky, an old man standing beside Tuoba Cheng chuckled and spoke.

Top 10?

Tuoba Cheng's expression remained unchanged and he shook his head.

Seeing Tuoba Cheng shaking his head, the old man frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "Brother Tuoba Brother, if you are in the top five of the sect with such strength, I am afraid that your Nine Xuan Sword Sect will not be able to compete with the Spirit Dao Sect." ”

"The seven sons of the Spirit Dao Sect, everyone has surpassed him in terms of combat power."

Top five?

Tuoba Cheng remained silent.

Li Senhe ranked twenty-one in the inner gate of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, and there were several true descendants on it, and his combat power was ranked forty miles away among the elite disciples of the sect.

This is the true strength of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect!

Below, the elites of the other sects who looked at each other on the dragon boat were all frowning.

This sword shows the superb strength of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

Without this combat power, it is better not to provoke the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

"Thank you, brother."

"Thank you to the Nine Xuan Sword Sect Han Qixian for your help." A young man in a green robe showed a look of gratitude on his face, and his figure hung ten feet above the water, arching his hand towards the people of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

Behind him, the people of his own sect also slowly gathered.

On the surface of the water, the bodies of the hunted black fish were dragged by other big fish and sank to the bottom.

In addition to the red-dyed water on the river, only a dragon boat was left upside down and gently shook on the river.

The capsized dragon boat rippled a few times with the water waves, and then a huge black fish raised its head and collided, and the dragon boat shattered.

Dragon boat, broken!

Those sect elites who were hanging in mid-air and were about to fall back into the dragon boat showed a blank look on their faces.

This sect has to take a dragon boat to fight, and now the dragon boat is broken, what should I do?

"How-"

Someone let out a low cry, and his body seemed to have been hit on the shoulder by a heavy hammer, and he fell into the water with a bang.

"It's so heavy!"

"At least the power of a thousand equals!"

The others shouted in panic, their bodies shining with swords.

At this moment, on the heavenly dome, a faint halo pressed down.

Formations.

"After ten breaths in the air, the power of the forbidden sky formation increases by 100 jun."

"After a hundred breaths, a thousand breaths."

"After two hundred breaths, one breath is ten thousand."

In the voice of Wanhua Zhenren, there was a coldness.

The elites of the sect on the dragon boat below all showed panic on their faces.

Who can withstand such pressure?

But this sect fights, can't quit, and can't fly away in the air, if the dragon boat capsizes, isn't it only a dead end?

Han Muye looked up at the sky.

Lingdao Sect.

These rules seem extremely unreasonable, but combined with the experience of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect that has been suppressed for so many years, it can all make sense.

As a major sect that suppressed Western Xinjiang, it not only improved its own strength, but also needed to suppress the juniors of other sects.

As for whether other sects are willing to abide by this rule, it depends on whether the rules are beneficial to their own sect.

This time, the rules of the competition rearranged by the nine factions looked extremely cruel.

But for a truly powerful sect, there is not much pressure.

Can compete for the position of the nine factions, but can't guarantee that your dragon boat will not be capsized?

"Wow-"

The elites of the sect whose dragon boats were shattered fell to the surface one by one, and then attracted countless black fish to bite them.

The young man who had shouted for help before was pale and trembling, as if he had a weight on his shoulders.

He gritted his teeth, stepped out, and fell towards the bow of the dragon boat of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

When the young man's figure reached the front of the dragon boat, he suddenly showed a cold color on his face, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Han Muye's neck!

"Han Qixian, offended!"

He drank low in his mouth, his body was extremely fast, and he crashed into Han Muye.

Capture the King!

Among the disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, the main backbone is obviously Han Muye.

As long as he takes down Han Muye and suppresses all the disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, he will have a glimmer of life!

Han Muye raised his head with an indifferent expression on his face.

He doesn't blame the other party.

Although we were still drinking together a few days ago and asked him for advice on spiritual issues, at this time, we were facing life and death.

In the face of life and death, there is only this.

Fight, will die.

If you don't fight, you have to die!

In the distance, countless people were staring closely at the bow of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

The strength of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect is naturally overwhelming.

But if you are caught off guard, will someone be on the bow of the ship?

Kendo Immortal Han Muye, is there still any cultivation, can you stop this person?

If Han Muye is really captured by this person, will the Nine Xuan Sword Gate abandon Han Muye, or will it really be pinched?

At this moment, everyone was waiting to see the response of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

On Han Muye's side, Gu Yuanlong raised his hand, lightly pressed it on the hilt of the sword, and then turned his head to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye lowered his head and looked at the water.

"Get out."

Without waiting for Gu Yuanlong to draw his sword, Lu Gao, who was standing behind Han Muye, stepped out, turned into a long sword, and slashed out directly.

The sword is full of light.

The sword is like a rainbow.

Transform into a sword, and the sword heart is clear!

With a sword cut out, the young man who stretched out his hand couldn't even react to resist, and his body collapsed directly!

The sword light slashed a person, without losing a single bit, and then slammed forward.

Sen Ran's magnificent sword light slashed at the river.

"Boom-"

A hundred zhang sword light entered the water, cutting a gap that was dozens of miles long!

This sword cut half of the Jialing River!

Throughout the river, the river seemed to stagnate in an instant, and then fell back violently and crashed together.

Dozens of dragon boats were capsized by the waves, and the elite disciples on them flew away in panic.

"Boom-"

The sound of the falling waves shook for hundreds of miles, like thunder.

This sword made everyone's eyes widen.

Who can resist such a sword?

A sword to cut open the Jialing River, this means, among the descendants of Western Xinjiang, can be called the pinnacle!

Ahead, the young men on the dragon boat of the Spirit Dao Sect were all solemn.

On the dragon boat of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, Du Feng, who was wearing a white robe and sitting on the bow of the boat, frowned.

On the bank of the river, all the cultivators opened their mouths wide.

In the sky, the eyes of those powerhouses of each sect flashed.

"Brother Tuoba, this is ......"

"The gatekeeper of the Sword Pavilion is the protector of the Sword Pavilion and one of the inheritors of the Sword Pavilion cultivation method." Tuoba Cheng opened his mouth lightly.

Hearing his words, one after another eyes fell on Han Muye again.

The river was shaking, the dragon boat was rippling, but not a single black fish came out of the water.

The hundred-zhang long sword was hung high, and it was not until all the sect elites who capsized the boat returned to the dragon boat that the big sword returned to the dragon boat of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate and landed behind Han Muye.

On the river, all the dragon boats move forward silently.

Beneath the river, there is calm.

Lu Gao's sword blow shocked all the sects, and also suppressed those demon clans under the river.

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

Killing three hundred demon clans with one sword is smart, and it's strange to dare to show your head at this time!

After a sword, the river was calm, and more than 800 dragon boats traveled thousands of miles in retrograde, and the wind and waves were calm.

The power of a sword is terrifying.

After thousands of miles, the river narrows, rocks and reefs are dense, and whirlpools and undercurrents are everywhere.

"Shenyan Gorge, this is one of the dangerous places in the Jialing River."

On the bank of the river, everyone stared at the dragon boat that rushed out first.

"Bang-"

Two dragon boats crashing into the reef shattered.

Figures flew up, hovered in mid-air, and then rushed to the side.

Since your own dragon boat is damaged, take a dragon boat!

"Hum—"

The sword light, the spiritual light, exploded!

The ratio of the rearrangement of the nine factions, after Lu Gao suppressed it with a sword, the bloody war resumed!

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