Han Muye had been listening to the people of Dayan Dao mentioning Yu Niang, and probably knew that it was one of the forty-eight sword pills in Yuan Tianjianzun's hand.

It turned out that the name of this sword pill was Yu Chen.

The friendship of the Jiaolong clan of the East China Sea, plus a sword pill.

This harvest is enough.

Han Muye looked up at the center of Qingze Lake, over there, the spiritual light had already exploded into a piece with a roar.

Standing up, the speed of the dragon boat slowly decreased.

The dragon boats in the rear slowed down.

"Since my Nine Xuan Sword Sect wants to compete for the position of the leader of the nine factions in Western Xinjiang, then I will fight clearly."

"What the Spirit Dao Sect wants to do, I, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, will do it."

Han Muye's voice was not hurried, but it seemed to be announcing.

Announced, from this moment on, in the Western Frontier, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect and the Spirit Dao Sect will officially compete!

At this moment, there was silence on the river.

Above the heavenly dome, all the Jindan overhauls who were originally chatting about them stopped.

Everyone's eyes quietly turned to Tuoba Cheng.

At this time, Han Muye's declaration completely pitted the Spirit Dao Sect and the Nine Xuan Sword Sect against each other.

Judging from the clouds, the sword path immortal cultivator does not know how much of his combat power remains.

But his mental calculations are superb.

Now this declaration, is it the meaning of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, or is it the idea of that Sword Dao Immortal?

"Tuoba Cheng, do you Jiuxuan Sword Sect really want to win the overlord of Western Frontier?"

A Jindan overhaul of the Spirit Dao Sect looked at Tuoba Cheng and his eyes narrowed.

Although Wanhua Zhenren left, the Spirit Dao Sect still had a few Jiedan Masters and two half-step Heavenly Realms there.

How would Tuoba Cheng answer?

Above the clouds, the atmosphere was suddenly solemn.

Divine thoughts, eyes, are all focused on Tuoba Cheng.

Tuoba Cheng, who was standing in place, did not change his expression, and said lightly: "The Western Xinjiang is shared by all cultivators, not the private property of any family. ”

Avoiding the important and light?

These words are completely incomparable with Han Muye's heroic declaration.

A smile appeared on the face of the Jindan monk of the Spirit Dao Sect who had just spoken, and before he could speak, Tuoba Cheng's voice sounded again.

"Although my Nine Xuan Sword Sect is not interested in being the overlord, the first position of these nine factions is settled."

The first position of the nine factions is settled.

Tuoba Cheng's voice was not loud, but it was extremely firm.

This sentence made the atmosphere of Yuntou completely frozen.

The two half-step Heaven Realm powerhouses of the Spirit Dao Sect turned around, their bodies were dignified, and they looked at Tuoba Cheng.

This momentum was so strong that it seemed to be scattered in all directions, causing those cultivators of the fifth or sixth level of the golden pill to shake away.

Tuoba Cheng did not show weakness, the white tiger sword behind him was shocking, and there was a roaring posture of killing.

In an instant, above the clouds, there was tension.

Many Jindan cultivators moved their feet and retreated, and many of them had a gleam in their eyes.

At this moment, above the sky, the wind and clouds surged.

"Okay, let's wait for the result to be decided on the Shenglong platform."

Just then, a voice rang out.

Li Mubai, the sect leader of the Shangyang Demon Sect in a black robe, raised his hand and waved.

A black blade of light slashed out, smashing the wind in the air.

The light blade spun and slammed into the forehead of the White Tiger Sword Force.

"Roar—"

With a roar, the white tiger slapped its claws on the light blade, and then shook all over its body, shattering its body into nothingness.

The blade of light vanished into the void.

Li Mubai turned his head to look at Tuoba Cheng.

Judge from above!

The two half-step Heavenly Realm Gangfeng of the Spirit Dao Sect couldn't stop Li Mubai's light blade, and Tuoba Cheng's sword momentum and light blade were annihilated together.

Looking at it this way, Tuoba Cheng's combat power is far beyond the ordinary half-step Heavenly Realm!

On the head of the clouds, the thoughts were intertwined, and although there were no words, there were many more emotional exchanges.

The two Spirit Dao Sect half-step Heavenly Realms glanced at each other, turned their heads, and looked at Qingze Lake below.

I'll talk about it when we get to the stage.

The Spirit Dao Sect has been in charge of the Western Frontier for countless years, and can it really be turned upside down by the small Nine Xuan Sword Sect?

Below, the dragon boat of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate had turned and galloped for three hundred miles.

Behind them, the dragon boats hesitated and followed.

It may not be true that he will really help the Nine Xuan Sword Sect and the Spirit Dao Sect to become enemies, but it is even more unpleasant to leave alone at this time.

"Boom-"

On the dragon boat of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, a brilliant sword light rose.

This is the condensation of the sword qi of the disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, turning into a three-hundred-zhang giant sword phantom.

Han Muye stood in front of the dragon boat and raised his hand.

The giant sword flew straight into the air.

As Han Muye pressed his palm, the giant sword flew out and fell hundreds of miles away.

Edgeworth slashed the enemy hundreds of miles away, such a means is really a peerless sword immortal!

The sword sliced through the void, and with a roaring sound, it flashed rapidly, appearing where the spiritual light and sword light rose.

Above the clouds, horror flashed on the faces of many Jindan overhaulers.

There are also many people who are anxious.

The power of this sword will inevitably slash the heavens and the earth.

Hundreds of miles away from the sword, if it is really swept by the sword blade, even the Great Cultivator of the Heavenly Realm will also break his muscles and bones.

Over there, it's not just the dragon boats of the Lingdao Sect, there are more than two hundred dragon boats!

Fortunately, Han Muye's sword came, but it was not cut down in the air.

The giant sword reached the warring waters, hovering in mid-air, driving the roar of the gangfeng.

Below, the dragon boats all retreated in fear.

Ten breaths later, the giant sword was slashed down by Ling Tian.

"Boom-"

This blow cut open the water of Qingze Lake, and the sword light entered the water and went straight down three thousand zhang!

The sword shadow drove the power of heaven and earth, cutting out a sword mark of two thousand miles!

The lake was split open and the underwater scene was revealed.

A cyan dragon with a body of five hundred zhang was locked by a shining iron chain.

It was a real dragon, with verdant scales and armor on its body, revealing a dull and mysterious aura.

At this time, around the dragon, countless black-armored fish demons collided.

It's not about fighting, it's about dying.

With just one flick of the tail of the frog's minions, all the fish demons can turn into minced meat.

But the whereabouts of the flesh and blood demonic qi of these black-armored fish demons coincided with the chains that locked the frogs, allowing the chains to slowly tighten and buckle in the dragon's body.

Several huge black-armored fish demons waited in the rear.

"Boom-"

The sword light disappeared, countless fish demon corpses floated, the lake water poured back, the waves rolled, and more than a dozen dragon boats capsized.

The underwater picture is hidden by the lake.

"Hehe, it turns out that the Spirit Dao Sect is going to kill the dragon." Han Muye let out a long laugh.

The lake is cut open, and the underwater scene can be explored.

The Spirit Dao Sect really wanted to kill the Jiaolong, and their sword light and spiritual light just now were fighting with the Jiaolong.

Even if the dragon is locked, its strength and defense are extremely strong, and it can also control the water system demonics, and its strength is definitely not lower than that of the heavenly realm.

Looking at it this way, the Spirit Dao Sect is because the Nine Xuan Sword Sect led a group of masters to kill a Heavenly Realm Great Demon, and they also want to save face and kill a Heavenly Realm Dragon?

In the sky, many people were silent.

"But I'm curious why these black-armored fish demons will join forces with the Spirit Dao Sect."

Han Muye's voice rose again.

The black-armored fish demon also attacked the frog at this time.

Isn't this a union?

But not long ago, the fish demon fought hard with the Lingdao Sect's fleet, and both sides suffered heavy losses.

"Hehe, in the end, it is a great sect of cultivation, what is important is profit, and I don't want any morality and people's hearts."

Han Muye let out a long laugh and slowly raised his hand.

Behind him, a stream of sword light condensed.

"My generation is a sword cultivator, and there are clear grievances."

"My generation of sword cultivation would rather be unyielding."

"My generation of sword cultivation, life and death aside, right and wrong are only about the sword in hand!"

"Sword, is it still good?"

Sword Repair!

In every way, I only have one sword, this is sword cultivation!

Behind Han Muye, the Dao sword light converged into a hundred zhang big sword.

"Please ask Senior Brother Han to try the sword!"

Everyone shouted.

The sword intent on the disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect was connected, and at this moment, the surging sword light condensed, and the patterns on it were mysterious, the sword edge was sharp, and the halo flashed.

Han Muye smiled and turned his head to look at the dragon boats behind him.

"Han is not talented, and he still has some understanding of swordsmanship, fellow Daoists, are you willing to comprehend my swordsmanship?"

Feel Han Muye's swordsmanship!

Kendo Immortal invites to appreciate his swordsmanship!

Behind, on the dragon boat of the Mingshan Sword Sect, Yang Mingxuan did not hesitate, sat cross-legged, the sword intent and the power of the divine soul on his body were differentiated, and he crashed towards the big sword of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

The sword cultivators of the other sects all had bright eyes, staring at the big sword.

"Kendo Immortal's understanding, if you miss it at this time, Wanyue is afraid that she will regret it for life." On the bow of the Yuehua Sword Sect, the young sect master Wanyue stepped out, and the sword intent on his body merged with the sword light.

One after another, the sword light rose and collided with the sword light of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, turning the original hundred zhang sword light into three hundred zhang, five hundred zhang, and a thousand zhang!

In the sky, all the Jindan overhauls are watching this big sword closely.

A Jindan overhaul suddenly frowned and said, "Can the divine soul of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect carry this sword?" ”

Mind!

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then surprise flashed across their faces.

Not to mention this sword, even the sword that cut through the 3,000 zhang Qingze Lake before, it shouldn't be a low-level disciple who can urge the imperial envoy.

That kind of sword light, without the power of Jindan's peak divine soul, I am afraid that it will not be able to move in the slightest.

"This Sword Cultivation Pavilion inheritance, the power of the divine soul should be extremely strong...... someone whispered.

No matter how strong it is, can you move this sword?

At this time, the sword light has already been thousand!

The thousand-zhang sword light is the divine soul of the half-step heavenly realm, and it can't smooth the envoy.

Unless it's the power of the Heavenly Realm!

Can Han Muye have the power of the Heavenly Realm Divine Soul?

"I remember that the power of the divine soul inherited by the Sword Pavilion can condense a sword, and then, it is Jiazi penance cultivation that can make up for it?"

Someone quietly looked at Tuoba Cheng.

It's a pity that Tuoba Cheng's face seems to be fake, and he can't see the slightest change in his expression at all.

"Even if this Han Qi Immortal cultivates the Sword of the Divine Soul, I'm afraid he won't be willing to consume it at this time, right?"

"If he really depletes the Divine Soul Sword Qi, what will the Ascending Dragon Platform do in the future?"

Someone shook his head, a look of relief on his face.

That makes a lot of sense.

"Hmph, Han Muye can't move this sword at all."

In the turbulent lake, the dragon boat of the Spirit Dao Sect was on it, and a green-robed Taoist said coldly.

The elites of the surrounding dragon boats all nodded.

The elites of each sect, whose cultivation does not come from one-step penance.

In a hundred years, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible to have the power of the Heavenly Realm Divine Soul.

This sword is strong, but it is impossible to move.

Bravado.

"Let me see, I am not ashamed to say that the Nine Xuan Sword Sect that wants to compete with my Spirit Dao Sect can use this sword."

On the dragon boat of the Spirit Dao Sect, a young man put his hands behind his back and looked at the big sword with a sneer.

Near the dragon boats of the Spirit Dao Sect, those dragon boats quietly retreated.

Say it all, do it all the time.

"Boom-"

Beneath the surface of the water, the black light exploded.

Two magnificent figures rushed out.

The two black-armored fish demons that exceeded three hundred zhang flashed with a jet-black halo above their heads and crashed into the frog Jiao's body.

The frog's body trembled, its scale armor shattered, and blood gushed out.

The iron chain stained with the blood of the frog flashed with dazzling spiritual light, wrapping the frog to death.

Qingjiao let out a roar of pain from his mouth, then opened his mouth and spit out a jade-white pill.

The pill hovered around the frog's body, hovering and not going to hover.

Qingjiao has reached the end of the road.

The blood-colored streamers turned into nets to restrain them.

The power of the Blood Sacrifice begins!

Wanhua Zhenren, who didn't know when he returned to the clouds, looked indifferent, and there was a trace of expectation in his eyes.

"Hum—"

Above Han Muye's head, the sword light vibrate.

A golden light flashed in his eyes.

Haoran Qi and the power of the divine soul are combined, and the divine soul is drawn into a sword, and the sword qi is Haoran.

When this sword light that condensed the power of Haoran Qi and Divine Soul merged with the big sword above his head, the waters of Qingze Lake for tens of thousands of miles seemed to be shining through the sun.

This is an indescribable light that makes people's hearts shine.

"My generation of sword cultivation, there is a sword in my heart, and the sword is my heart."

"This is the sword heart is clear."

"The sword path I have cultivated is mixed, and the one that can show the most understanding is the return of ten thousand swords."

A voice came out of Han Muye's mouth, revealing an ethereal spirit that seemed to come from the Nine Heavens.

"But the return of ten thousand swords needs to be slowly understood, and today, I will show you a sword."

Han Muye's figure stepped out in one step, and his figure hung three feet above him.

"I entered the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, and I saw all the disciples performing martial arts in the outer gate."

"At that time, a sword in the hand of the head of the Lin sect was chopped, and the stone slab was shattered, and the force reached a thousand catties."

"This sword, named Split Stone, is one of the basic Xuanyuan swordsmanship of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect."

Slowly raising his hand, Han Muye's palm was empty.

In his hand, it was as if there was a big sword.

"When there is a sword in our hearts, this sword is the one we rely on to face everything."

"If there is injustice in the world, cut it with a sword!"

Han Muye's voice was like thunder.

"If you have an unyielding heart, you can cut it with a sword!"

When Han Muye's voice started, countless people whispered.

"If there is injustice in the road, cut it with a sword!"

Han Muye's voice was not loud, but those sword cultivators in the back had already roared.

"The world is going on, but there is no decision-"

Han Muye's voice was low, and his eyes revealed a bright brilliance.

At this time, all the sword cultivators only felt that their hearts were congested, unspeakably depressed, and they couldn't stretch freely.

That kind of repression comes from the bottom of the heart, from outside oneself, and from the innate bondage.

It's hard to break things.

Indecisive.

At this moment, all the sword cultivators closed their eyes, stretched out their hands, held them forward, and raised them high.

This action was just like when Han Muye was performing martial arts at the outer gate of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate and stretched out his hand to take the big sword of the Lin Sect.

"If the world is undecided, a sword, cut it-"

"Slash it with a sword—"

"Slash it with a sword—"

Break all the bonds of the world!

Cut off all the unwillingness in my heart!

Cut off this ancient confusion!

There is a sword in your heart, and you can cut it with a sword!

Chop!

Chop!

Chop!

It's the avenue that cuts out!

It's the way of the sword!

I have a sword, and I have no fear of life and death!

If I had this sword, how fast it would be to slay all kinds of enemies!

In everyone's mind, there seems to be a sword that holds up the sky.

This sword, with his own mind, flew into the nine skies, with wind and thunder.

This sword, slashed, slashed into the vast blue waves.

At this moment, under the sword, who can not die?

Skyrim, those golden pills shivered.

On the lake, those sect elites on the dragon boat were already imprisoned, and even their souls seemed to be frozen.

On the dragon boat of the Spirit Dao Sect, the eyes of several figures standing in front of them widened, and they looked up to the sky in disbelief at the big sword that fell from the sky.

This sword, really cut down!

"Boom-"

The sword, slashed on the blue waves.

It didn't make a splash.

The sword shines like water.

The big sword did not arouse the sword qi and scattered in all directions, exploding thousands of miles.

This sword slashed into the water like this, and then, slashed through the bodies of the black-armored fish demons.

The black-armored fish demon of ten zhang.

A black-armored fish demon of a hundred feet.

A four-hundred-foot black-armored fish demon.

Cut it off.

The sword light fell again, rubbing the body of the frog, without the slightest scale armor, and the iron chain that locked the body of the frog was cut off.

The sword light broke the chain, and then struck the bottom of the river, slammed into the cyan stone wall, and quietly shattered.

One by one, the sword qi swirled, shot out of the water, and then returned to its master's body.

This sword qi, with the feeling of slashing the Heavenly Realm with a sword, and with the feeling of cutting the iron chain that can lock the Great Demon of the Heavenly Realm, returned to the body of its master.

This sword qi reverberated over and over again.

No one speaks in heaven or on earth.

Han Muye's figure slowly landed on the bow of the dragon boat, and there was no trace of sword qi on his body, nor did he have a trace of aura fluctuations.

Just like when he was at the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain, on the Cloud Nest Ridge, a sword slashed out outside the Broken Soul Wasteland, exhausting the soul.

"Thank you, Master Han."

Behind him, a sword cultivator standing at the bow of the ship bowed.

Han Shi.

A division of swords.

A simple sword, a sword from the bottom of my heart.

If you are afraid, no matter how sharp the sword in your hand is, you can't hurt anyone.

If the heart is strong, there is no sword in the hand, and everything can be a sword.

"Thank you, Master Han."

One by one, the sword cultivator bowed.

Comprehending this sword today, he will practice the path a hundred times smoother.

Today, there is this sword, and the way of the sword will soar into the sky.

Gu Yuanlong arched his hand towards Han Muye with a complicated expression on his face, and then lowered his head.

I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit that I, the first in the inner door of the East China Sea Sect, is not worthy of carrying shoes for Han Muye.

No wonder Master Mo wanted to accept him as the only disciple in the room.

Others, how can they have that qualification!

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

That's what he wants.

During his trip to Zhongzhou, he comprehended the Confucianism and Taoism cultivation methods, and the cultivation of the sword, and it was difficult for him to guess his own combat power.

With the strength of Confucianism and Taoism, which is still improving, Han Muye is also confident that he will be able to dominate the western frontier.

But what is the use of using Confucianism and Taoism to suppress Western Xinjiang?

If it could really suppress Western Xinjiang with Confucianism and Taoism, Zhongzhou would have done it a long time ago, right?

Heaven does not allow it, and Yuan Tian Jianzun must still have a backhand to suppress it.

If you want to control the Western Frontier, you should follow the rules of the Western Frontier.

What Han Muye is doing now is to break the rules and reshape the rules.

At the same time, it is also the way of heaven to reshape the western frontier!

The cultivators of the Western Frontier have been pressed by the Spirit Dao Sect for too long, and those sword cultivators have forgotten how sharp the sword in their hands is.

Since you have embarked on the path of cultivation, you should compete with all things in heaven and earth.

A practitioner who has the Tao in his heart is a true practitioner.

Don't be in a hurry, imperceptibly, the cultivators of the Western Xinjiang will eventually wake up.

Han Muye looked at the water in front of him, and there was a surge of power below.

Uncharted.

Back then, the secret realm of Yunhe Palace was opened by the power of blood sacrifice.

In the sky, there was a faint sword light flickering on Tuoba Cheng's body, and there seemed to be a trace of battle intent condensed.

He was shocked by the sword just now, and he had the urge to fight.

The other Jindan overhauls also woke up from the shock at this time.

That sword is really terrifying!

"Han Qixian, it's really ......" Someone looked at Han Muye, whispering in his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

That sword was really issued by a junior disciple who was not yet 100 years old?

"This son is really talented in cultivation." Li Mubai, who was standing in front, had a glimmer of light in his eyes, nodded and whispered.

At the head of the clouds, everyone nodded.

The talent displayed by this sword is truly terrifying.

If this one has been cultivating for three hundred years. It can definitely overwhelm the West Xinjiang and become the first in the West Xinjiang Kendo!