"Fire source realm, borrow power." Han Muye let out a low sigh, and the spatial power on his body collided with the surging spiritual light of the Fire Source Realm below.

"Boom-"

The crane's wings fluttered, and Han Muye only felt brilliance in front of him.

In an instant, 100,000 miles!

"Ahem—"

When he landed in the dark void, his body was full of aches and seemed to fall apart, and his chest and abdomen shook as if he were vomiting blood.

Han Muye could feel the dissatisfaction of the Crane Wing from the Crane Wing.

Before I could show it properly, I didn't move.

This emotion came, making Han Muye couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It turns out that flying in the void is not just about speed, and without a strong enough body, even the crane wings can't be opened.

The Heavenly Crane Wing is really worthy of being the flying treasure of the ancient great cultivation system, and this flying speed is estimated to be difficult to catch up with even if the Heavenly Realm is out of the body.

If you go all out, I don't know what the situation will be?

Looking at the surrounding void and discerning the direction, Han Muye ran towards a location where a halo flickered.

This time, he didn't go all out, and only controlled the speed of his flight to a thousand miles.

The Void Resistance was close to none, and at this speed, his consumption was negligible.

Flying all the way, Han Muye could feel that there was a remnant of aura in the void.

These are the traces left by the previous fight.

Moving forward quickly, half an hour later, a barren star came into view.

The barren stars are those that have not yet produced the power of the Heavenly Dao, or the power of the Heavenly Dao has declined and fallen, and the entire star is silent and lifeless.

Some of these stars are big and some are small, the big ones are countless thousands of miles, and the small ones are no more than a hundred miles in a circle, and they can be seen everywhere in the void.

The sky is full of stars, and there are still a few who can really have vitality.

The Cloud Heaven Realm came from hundreds of millions of miles to attack the small Fire Source Realm, just because the Fire Source Realm had vitality, heavenly dao, and aura.

Now the star in front of Han Muye is a big star with a vast territory and a radius of tens of millions of miles.

At this moment, above this big star, streamers can be seen intertwined.

It was a cultivator attacking and killing.

Han Muye did not rush over, but fell quietly.

Stepping on this star, which was full of earth and stones, without the slightest grass and trees, Han Muye's expression moved.

Heaven.

Heavenly Dao is not dead.

There was also a remnant of the power of the Weak Heavenly Dao in this star.

It's just that the power of the Heavenly Dao is too weak for ordinary people to perceive at all.

Han Muye is blessed by the Heavenly Dao, has the full level of earth and stone affinity, and can communicate with the Heavenly Dao on an equal footing, so that he can feel the existence of the Heavenly Dao of this big star.

It's a pity that it's too weak to even borrow strength.

Han Muye looked up into the distance.

Over there, the aura and sword light were intertwined, and the roar resounded.

Among them, there was a sword net formed by Dao sword qi, and there was also a spear embodied by purple human hope and golden haoran qi, which struck sideways in the air.

This kind of coercive means is at least the realm of Confucianism and Taoism.

A Confucianism and Taoism master is surrounded in this void?

Although the Confucian and Taoist inheritance is not only in Tianxuan, but this place is not far from the Tianxuan world, it should be the Confucian and Taoist master of Tianxuan Zhongzhou, right?

It's just that I don't know why this grandmaster came to the void.

The power of the earth and stone under his feet quietly incorporated into his body, and Han Muye's figure disappeared in place.

At this moment, it is the heavenly realm, and it is difficult to perceive his existence.

Concealing his breath, he flew away, but in a few moments, he came to the place where the siege was besieged.

The vast earth and stone wasteland was boundless, and thousands of cultivators and many strange beasts surrounded less than a hundred cultivators in black robes and holding long swords.

Xuanyangwei.

Han Muye didn't expect to see Zhongzhou Xuanyangwei here.

At one time, nearly 100 Xuanyang guards formed a formation, and Han Muye saw different tactics.

The sword light is like a wheel, row after row, almost endless.

One attack and one defense, less than 100 Xuanyang guards were divided into two formations, and the offensive and defensive transitions were continuous.

Although there are many strong enemies around, it is difficult to break through the defense for a while.

Coupled with the big spear condensed by the Confucian and Taoist masters above his head, the besieging enemy did not dare to fight too hard.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed slightly.

This is the real strength of the Zhongzhou Dynasty.

A Confucian and Taoist cultivator, supported by the Xuanyang Guard, was able to deal with the siege of several Heavenly Realms, thousands of cultivators, and countless strange beasts in the void.

This is still in the void, and the Confucianism and Taoism overhaul cannot borrow the power of the Heavenly Dao, and can only use their own human hope and Haoran Qi to urge the supernatural powers.

This kind of combat power, in Zhongzhou, is blessed by the power of heaven and earth, and can directly sweep through a county.

"Boom-"

A hundred-zhang long knife that gathered spiritual light slashed down and collided with the golden light spear.

The long knife broke, turning into aura and escaping, the big gun trembled slightly, and the golden light on it dimmed.

"My lord, we will protect you and kill you!"

In the Xuanyang guard, some people shouted.

Through the heavy sword light, Han Muye saw a middle-aged man in a blue and yellow gown, with a resolute expression, and he kept silent, just holding an ink pen in his hand.

Behind him, there was also a large golden seal flickering.

Zhongzhou Dynasty, Yushitai.

This is a Zhongzhou official, judging by the grade of his robe, at least the same as a county guard.

It's just that in this void, the Golden Seal of Power can't attract the power of heaven and earth, and it is purely relying on the human hope and Haoran Qi that he has cultivated by himself to condense and kill, and the grandmaster realm of the Imperial History Terrace has lost most of his combat power.

Such a grandmaster realm with the authority of the dynasty, if he is in Zhongzhou, he can suppress a county with one hand.

"Roar—"

In the void, there was a roar of strange beasts, and those besieging strange beasts began to attack wildly.

This puts the instinctive Xuanyang Wei in jeopardy.

"My lord, you go quickly, and wait for him to lead an army to encircle and suppress these otherworldly cultivators." In Xuanyang Weizhong, someone shouted in a deep voice.

Xuanyangwei is also a human being, that is, he is strong in combat and determined, and he will be pessimistic and desperate in the face of endless enemies.

Confucianism and Taoism masters have a way to leave this place alone, not without a chance.

But if you want to take all the Xuanyang guards away, it shouldn't be possible.

"The clouds are scattered, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the iron clothes are even more rotten and rusty." The imperial history shook his head, with a look of absolute expression on his face, and with a turn of the ink pen in his hand, two lines of poetry appeared.

With the literary atmosphere, the heroic spirit and the people's hope blended together, turning into a mottled iron armor.

The iron armor looked rusty, but it was stained with a strange blood.

The iron armor flashed and landed on every Xuanyang Wei below.

Suddenly, a golden light appeared on them.

The attack that would have caused them to vomit blood if they hit them was now directly resisted by the iron armor.

This kind of means is really extraordinary.

But seeing this iron armor on his body, those Xuanyang guards not only didn't like it, but showed a trace of sadness on their faces.

Fight to the death, don't retreat.

They Xuanyang Wei was already responsible for guarding the duty, and they looked down on life and death.

But the Lord of the Imperial History they guarded would live and die with them.

No longer speaking, Xuanyang Wei, who was originally like a wave of attack and defense, turned into a golden armor god of war, the sword light condensed, and a hundred-zhang sword appeared.

"Kill—"

With a loud shout, the golden light turned into a turbulent wave and rushed forward.

Since the guarded imperial history is not leaving, then kill it!

The hundred-zhang big sword slashed down, and a sword light cut through the hundred-mile abyss.

At this moment, the sword of Xuanyang Wei, no one dared to stop it.

Within ten breaths, the sword light swept away a radius of a hundred miles around the body!

The power of Tianxuan Xuanyang Wei is really extraordinary!

The Tianxuan World can conquer the outer regions, and Xuanyang Wei is indispensable.

Unfortunately, it can't last long.

After ten breaths, the sword light slowly dimmed.

Xuanyang Wei's exercises are similar to Xuanyang Jue.

Han Muye looked carefully and knew it in his heart.

There is no Xuanyang Jue like Xuanyang Jue, which condenses the strength of the combat power of the Heavenly Realm, which is relatively mediocre.

However, Xuanyangwei's exercises still have the means to gather instantaneous strength and sweep away the former enemy.

Seeing the land of a hundred miles swept away, the sword light slowly dimmed, and Han Muye's body moved, and he flew straight up.

"What people!"

"Stop!"

"Kill—"

Seeing Han Muye's figure, Xuanyang Weizhong shouted violently, and sword light slashed out.

Han Muye was in mid-air, and he didn't take out his sword, but his body flickered, and he avoided all the sword light.

He had already seen through the Xuanyang Guard's swordsmanship.

This scene made those Xuanyang Wei's eyes widen.

The middle-aged envoy in a blue and yellow robe also frowned, and the ink pen in his hand was gently raised.

However, when Han Muye flew and landed a hundred zhang away, the ink pen in the envoy's hand suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on Han Muye's hair.

There, there was a small black sword.

"This official Tianxuan Emperor Dynasty Imperial History Tai Lu Shen, where are you guarding?"

Guards?

Those Xuanyang guards were all stunned, and then looked at Han Muye, and when they saw the small sword in his hair, their faces showed surprise.

"Lord Town Guard, Xuanyang Wei 100 General General Su He, led his subordinates to escort Lu Imperial Envoy to the Void to investigate, and when he encountered a cultivator from the outer realm, he also asked Lord Town Guard to come to the rescue."

A Xuanyang Wei with an excited face and wearing a commander's armor shouted, bowing down to Han Muye and clenching his fists.

Han Muye, a town guard who can appear in the void, is absolutely powerful.

Even if you can't deal with the enemy in front of you, you can also take Lord Yushi away safely.

As long as Yushi leaves, Xuanyangwei's protection task will be completed, which is not a dereliction of duty.

"Guard?" Han Muye remembered that this little sword represented the identity of the Nine Xuanshan Sword's spatial passage, and he could also be regarded as a member of the Xuanyang Guard.

After practicing the Xuanyang Jue, he directly has the qualification of the Xuanyang Guard's reserve commander.

"Western Xinjiang, Han Muye, I have seen Lu Yushi."

Han Muye raised his hand, saluted Lu Shen, and then gently bowed his hand to Su He, the commander of the Xuanyang Guard, who was standing in front of him.

Western Xinjiang?

Su He was stunned.

Lu Shen narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Muye: "Western Xinjiang? Tianxuan Xijiang? ”

Han Muye nodded.

Lu Shen looked at Han Muye with his eyes, and then said, "You inadvertently broke into the void?" ”

Han Muye nodded again.

At this time, the disappointment on the faces of those Xuanyang Guards was overflowing.

I thought it was a strong helper, but I didn't want to, but it was the guard of Western Xinjiang.

In the Tianxuan World, among the four domains, only the East China Sea is still strong, and the other three domains, how can there be real masters?

The western frontier guards, in this void, you can't protect yourself, right?

"Han Muye, you first take advantage of the fact that the cultivators in the outer regions are not encircled, and leave quickly." Lu Shen looked at Han Muye with a serious look on his face.

"If you can turn back to Tianxuan safely, you will report the siege of my Lu Shen, which may be able to offset your guilt for stepping into the void without permission."

The western frontier is guarded, and he doesn't expect to be able to save people, so it's good to escape back alive.

And without reporting, he directly broke into the void, this Xijiang town guard can be regarded as leaving his post without permission, and he will also be held accountable if he returns to the Tianxuan World.

Han Muye did not speak.

The Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism inheritance is a little pedantic, but most Confucianism and Taoism practitioners act squarely and have righteousness in their hearts.

Such a person may not know how to be flexible, but at critical moments, he has the courage to take responsibility and sacrifice.

Confucianism and Taoism can rule Zhongzhou for countless years, but it is not only suppressed by Wenxiang alone, but also the power of countless practitioners of Confucianism and Taoism.

Although Xuanyang Wei is known for killing, wearing black armor and living in the dark, he can also defend like a snake and attack like a tiger.

For enemies and themselves, most Xuanyang guards can have their own choices.

Perhaps, this has something to do with Xuanyang Wei Pei Xuanyang Sword.

Each Xuanyang sword has Haoran Qi and Wen Qi inscriptions in it, and if the sword wielder is not pure-minded, the inscription in the long sword will automatically shatter.

Over time, Xuanyang Wei, who wears the Xuanyang Sword, acts mostly uprightly.

In the distance, a sword light struck.

Han Muye raised his hand and clenched his fist, then turned around.

Just when everyone thought he was going to turn around and leave, Han Muye shouted: "Tianxuan Han Muye is here, who will fight!" ”

World War I!

The expression on Lu Shen's face froze, and those Xuanyang Wei's eyes widened.

In front of thousands of enemies, they have to fight like this!

Su He turned his head and looked at Lu Shen.

Lu Shen shook his head and said in a low voice: "In the land of Western Xinjiang, there is no education, no subordination, the so-called town guard, but it is just a vacant position. ”

"Later, if you can save him, save him from death."

Although the Western Frontier belongs to the Tianxuan world, Confucianism and Taoism have never ruled the inheritance.

The guards of the western frontier do not know how to abide by the rules of Xuanyang Weizhong and the laws of the imperial dynasty.

The barbarians of Western Xinjiang do not know the etiquette and law.

But Han Muye was able to not flee before the battle, and his courage was commendable.

Su He nodded and sighed lightly: "Brothers, in the end, Tianxuan is here, and he can save-"

"Cangchang—"

Han Muye's voice of his long sword unsheathed interrupted his words.

The sword light, like a meteor, directly pierced the void.

One sword goes, one sword stays.

Twin swords.

The Purple Flame Sword was in the void, flickering, like a star.

This sword light is cold, as long as it appears, there will be blood light!

The sword light flashed three times in a row, breaking through the swordsmanship of the three sword cultivators in a row, and then piercing their bodies.

Kill three sword cultivators with one sword!

This kind of swordsmanship instantly calmed everyone.

"Good swordsmanship!"

There was a low shout in the void, and an old man in a green robe stepped over a thousand zhang in one step, his figure fell in front of Han Mu, and a spear in his hand stabbed out.

The gun is like a dragon.

The guns are blazing like the sun.

This blow made those Xuanyang guards change color in unison.

Half-step Heavenly Realm cultivation, against the power of the Heavenly Realm!

This shot is at least two hundred years of immersion and cultivation!

The flame light merged with the dragon's shadow, bringing the dragon to roar, and in an instant, it rushed towards Han Muye.

The guns are intertwined with each other, and they are already about to condense into a general trend.

The gun came out, and the coercion was instantly permeated.

Who can resist such a gunshot?

"Prepare to save people!" Su He let out a low snort, and a golden streamer appeared on the Xuanyang Sword in his hand.

Before this shot, even he was not sure that he could save Han Muye.

Ahead, seeing the gun, a pair of illusory wings flashed behind Han Muye.

With a shock of his wings, his form disappeared in place.

and so on, it is already thousands of feet away.

What a speed!

Fight in close quarters!

"The knowledge may be shallow, but this kind of courage is rare......" Lu Shen looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.

He can not be afraid in front of thousands of enemies, and he can fight in close quarters in front of the half-step Heavenly Realm overhaul, not to mention the others, his courage is commendable.

I don't know, how much strength do you have?

The half-step Heaven Realm old man laughed, reversed the spear in his hand, and stabbed Han Muye's neck directly with a shot.

There is a saying that an inch is long and an inch is strong in secular warfare, but the spear is not good at close combat.

But in the cultivation world, there is really a difference between a long spear and a short sword?

Fighting in close quarters, what an ignorant person -

"Thorn-"

The sword light brushed the spear forward, and it did not collide with the powerful spear, but only led Han Muye's figure forward half a step.

At this moment, the old man with the gun felt some emotion in his heart.

This man is also a left-handed sword.

Left hand.

The old man subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his left armpit.

A trail of blood slowly soaked in.

It was the last image in his mind.

Flying away, a sword at close range, from beginning to end, but only half a breath!

Han Muye's movements were completed in one go, without any mud and water, as if they had been rehearsed millions of times!

One sword, half-step heavenly realm, kill it!

"Hum—"

It was only at this moment that the spear shot out of the old man's spear shattered.

It was only at this time that the Ziyan Sword that had killed the three sword cultivators was withdrawn.

It was only at this time that everyone in the void was dumbfounded, staring at Han Muye, who was standing in the air with two swords in both hands.

Really, peerless sword cultivation!

"Good!"

Lu Shen stroked his palms and shouted in his mouth: "The sword light shoots like a rainbow, and it is really enjoyable to kill the enemy with one breath!" ”

Han Muye's double swords in his hands, with a long roar, he recoiled!

The sword light is faster than the meteor, the sword is just over, and the person has already fallen elsewhere.

People and swords are conjunct and separate, and there are thousands of changes.

At this moment, in the void, I saw the sword light vertical and horizontal, and no one could defeat a sword!

Or a leaf of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, a single tree, a little gold, or the string moon of the Yuehua Sword Sect, or Zhongzhou swordsmanship, or the East China Sea swordsmanship, or the Yuntian realm swordsmanship, or the fairy realm swordsmanship.

Unconsciously, Han Muye had a sword in both hands, and he no longer paid attention to swordsmanship.

The sword has become enlightened, why bother with skills?

Attack from afar and stab closely, walk with the sword, the sword is in the person, and the sword is gone.

Antelope hanging horns, in an instant.

Below, Lu Shen opened his mouth and wanted to chant a few lines of poetry, but he didn't know how to describe Han Muye at this time in verses.

Su He and the others held the Xuanyang Sword in their hands, clenching the hilt of the sword, and their shoulders trembled.

How fortunate it is to see such a sword cultivator today!

"This sword, so fast." I don't know who held back such a sentence.

Then the others nodded in agreement.

Lu Shen muttered in his mouth: "What a fucking thief is ...... quickly"

Before the words fell, Lu Shen's face changed, he raised his hand to draw the war gun above his head, and shouted in his mouth: "Retreat!" ”

Withdraw.

You can't help but return.

Ahead, a hundred-foot black armor phantom appeared.

Heavenly realm, Yuan infant overhaul.

Farther away, a wave of coercion surged.

Lu Shen's golden spear was fixed in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

Out-of-body overhaul!

Today's siege is presided over by an out-of-body overhaul.

Otherwise, Lu Shen of the Grandmaster Realm would not have been trapped and died in this wasteland.

In Zhongzhou, Lu Shen can fight out of his body.

In the void and in front of the out-of-body overhaul, the Confucianism and Taoism masters can only protect themselves.

In this void, at this time, there are not only Yuanying powerhouses, out-of-body masters, but also several people.

Lu Shen knew why they came.

Therefore, he cannot go today.

And these Xuanyang guards around him, Han Muye in front of him, fell with him, it was not worth it.

Lu Shen stepped out, his body was in mid-air, and an illusory figure with large sleeves of a robe appeared on his head.

"Hum—"

At the moment when this figure appeared, the five powerful forces in the distance turned into snares and chains, falling around Lu Shen's body, imprisoning him.

Lu Shen's complexion remained unchanged, and the purple people on his body were agitated with Haoran's energy, agitating his clothes fluttering, like a fairy god.

"Han Muye, leave quickly."

Lu Shen let out a sigh, and then looked into the distance.

"My generation of Confucian and Taoist cultivators, becoming benevolent and taking righteousness, are all avenues."

"Today, Lu Shen has taken great righteousness from himself, and my way is endless."

On his body, the hope and majesty of the people were shining, and it seemed to be about to burn.

The chains of spiritual light around his body clanged, as if they were about to be shattered in the next moment.

In the void, the figure of my way appeared.

Each of them is tall and tall, and his bearing is like a mountain.

Out-of-body overhaul, the soul condenses the original spirit.

This kind of out-of-body primordial spirit is instantaneous, and the speed in the void can be extremely fast.

The five out-of-body overhauls and suppressed, Lu Shen's face sank like water, holding a jade bi in his hand, and standing in the air.

The next moment, in this void, there was a battle of great monks.

The battle between the great monks can shatter thousands of miles of stars, and the heavens and the earth will collapse.

Han Muye looked up at the sky.

The five out-of-body spirits, some strong and some weak.

Standing at the forefront, the primordial god wearing golden armor had a solemn aura on his body, and he had a cultivation mark that was different from that of the Cloud Heaven Realm.

This mark has been seen by Han Muye.

Faerie Realm.

The fairy realm is fighting in all directions, has the Cloud Heaven Realm also surrendered?

Then this siege and killing of Lu Shen is for the Tianxuan World behind Lu Shen?

"The Confucian and Taoist cultivators of the Tianxuan World are still a grandmaster." A smile appeared on the face of the golden armor primordial god.

"Take it back, you can exchange it for a lot of fairy stones."

Take the practitioner as a treasure.

Lu Shen's face looked gloomy, he snorted coldly, and the aura of hope all over his body surged, prompting Haoran Qi to turn into a light wheel and crash towards the chains around him.

"Little friend, can the old man please help me take him away?" At this moment, a faint old voice came from Han Muye's ears.

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, he stood on the wasteland, bowed his head and said, "I don't know why my predecessors didn't take action themselves?" ”

The voice groaned slightly, and then sighed: "It is the old man who is greedy, and he uses his own way to merge with this dying star avenue. ”

"I thought I could turn this star into my own realm and step into the realm of semi-saints, but I didn't want to be burdened by it, I couldn't do an inch for a hundred years, and all my deeds were integrated with this star."

"Now I just want to do it, but I can't do it."

After a pause in his voice, he said softly: "The old man's name is Lu Yuzhou, and he is the deputy head of the Zhongzhou Imperial City Academy, and Lu Shen is my eldest son. ”

"I didn't expect him to follow the bloodline I left behind to find here."

"I know that you have extraordinary means, Xiaoyou, and I ask you to take action."

Lu Yuzhou of the Imperial City Academy.

Han Muye had heard of this name.

As the head of Bailushan Academy, Han Muye also paid attention to the news of the overhaul of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou.

This Lu Yuzhou has disappeared in Zhongzhou for a hundred years.

For the great monks, it is common to retreat for a hundred years, and no one cares.

Unexpectedly, this person is trapped here.

Before, Han Muye only regarded this star as a complete return, and there was still a trace of the Heavenly Dao.

It turned out that this was Lu Yuzhou's life with the integration of his own avenue.

Han Muye used a trace of earth and stone power to cover his tracks just now, but he didn't want to expose his bottom in front of Lu Yuzhou, allowing him to perceive his strength.

"Boom-"

In the sky, the chains around Lu Shen's body were completely locked.

Lu Shen's power couldn't stop the five out-of-body overhauls.

What's more, that out-of-body great venerable of the fairy spirit realm is obviously extremely powerful.

In the rear, all the Xuanyang guards showed despair.

Life and death are small, but dereliction of duty is big.

Su He shouted and led Xuanyang Wei Fei behind him to step forward.

Moths to the fire.

Han Muye shook his head, put away his two swords, and gently smoothed out his body in a flash.

"Since the seniors entrust it, then the juniors will make a move."

Whispering in his mouth, on Han Muye's body, the golden qi that rushed into the sky turned into a long sword.

The sword qi of the divine soul is the bone, and the aura of Haoran is the skin.

The sword light just rose, and another purple long sword floated.

The sword is the bone, and the spirit of the people is the surface.

The twin swords were volleyed in the air, and the people on it condensed into one with the Haoran Qi, turning into a thousand-foot lightsaber.

The sword came out, and the void was directly suppressed.

There is no way in the void, and this sword is the way.

There is a way, and the power of heaven and earth is overwhelming.

At this moment, the dead stars seemed to wake up.

"Confucianism, great grandmaster......" Lu Shen's eyes were full of confusion.

The Western Xinjiang guard, how can he be a great master of Confucianism and Taoism?

Su He and the Xuanyang Wei behind him were fixed in mid-air, their eyes widening in horror.

Why did a great master of Confucianism and Taoism come?

Is there a great Confucian and Taoist master in the world who kills people with a sword?

How did the sword cultivator who was vertical and horizontal just now become a great master of Confucianism and Taoism?

"A thousand miles of sharp edge into a sword, cut off the galaxy and turn it into frost."

Han Muye's head shows the phantom of Confucianism and Taoism, with long robes and large sleeves, a high crown and jade belt, and poems in his mouth, poems and swords.

Sword Poetry!

"Boom-"

The long sword slashed down, attracting the power of poetry and literary talent, shining with the light of the divine soul, and a sword slashed at the top of the head of the immortal spirit realm out-of-body Dazun Yuanshen.

Panic flashed across the face of the out-of-body master, and he raised his hand to block a jade plate, a golden talisman, and a jade-colored small bell in front of him.

Magic weapon.

Each one is a magic weapon!

This immortal realm cultivator has three magic weapons hidden in his body.

With such a net worth, it can be called rich.

At this time, Han Muye still had free sighs in his heart.

Seeing the three magic weapons being smashed by the long sword, he still felt a sense of pain.

How nice it would be if it were all my own......

"Boom-"

The magic weapon was shattered, and the primordial spirit under the magic weapon was cut off by a sword!

There is the light of the divine soul on the sword, and there is a powerful qi to suppress it, but the power of the primordial god wants to gather but can't do it, it shocks several times, and finally turns into nothingness, and rises a spiritual light that soars to the sky.

The out-of-body overhaul of the original god, fallen!

The great sword was in the air, and the golden light shone on it.

Killing an out-of-body overhaul primordial god, the sword is contaminated with the power of the primordial god, which is a great supplement for the divine soul.

Out of the wear and tear of this sword, some can be filled.

It's a pity that more of the primordial god power dissipated and was absorbed by the stars below.

Even the fragments of the magic weapon were also devoured by the stars.

How is this......

"Yuyang-kun, killed!" Among the remaining four out-of-body primordial gods, someone shouted.

The other three were also panicked.

"It's over, this is a great sect descendant of the fairy spirit realm, this, how can this be good!"

Those out-of-body primordial gods panicked, turned around and ran, I don't know if they were shocked by the sword light in the sky, or if the overhaul who was killed was really special.

The Great Cultivator fled, how could those other Cloud Heaven Realm cultivators dare to stay?

In an instant, the birds and beasts dispersed.

Han Muye scattered the sword light above his head with some regret, feeling the power of the primordial spirit gathered in it.

With talent into poetry, with poetry to melt the sword, there is the power of the soul in the sword, there is a heroic righteousness, there is endless hope, the original god is in front, a sword can be cut.

This sword is completely the nemesis of the primordial gods.

Han Muye felt that if he slashed a few more primordial gods, his divine soul would be able to go further.

It's a pity.

Of course, even if these out-of-body primordial gods don't leave, Han Muye will not come out with a sword again.

He couldn't sustain a few swords in his cultivation, how could he spend it here?

"Han ......" Lu Shen, whose chains were shattered outside his body, stepped forward, arched his hand, and opened his mouth with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Is it Han Zhenshou, or is it Grandmaster Han?

Han Muye smiled and arched his hand after landing and sinking.

"Lu Yuzhou's seniors, the younger generations are fortunate not to be dishonored."

Lu Shen's face froze, trembling all over, and he didn't dare to look back.

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It's not out of context this time, is it?

It's not broken, is it?

Didn't you?