The sword cultivation of the East China Sea gathers millions of miles, and the power of a sword is pressed.

Half a month ago, Jin Jialin and the people of Dayan Dao who were far away in the East China Sea had summoned them to the Sword Pavilion.

The Jiaolong clan of the East China Sea, peerless Tianjiao, the third prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, Qingao, went to the western frontier to challenge Han Muye.

The Jiaolong clan has a strong bloodline strength, and it doesn't take much experience to practice, and there are few swordsmanship cultivators.

But Qingao is an exception.

As the third prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, Qing Ao can get the best cultivation resources in the East China Sea.

This third prince's cultivation talent is incomparable, overpowering the younger generation of the Jiaolong clan, and before he is a minor, he has become the first master of the younger generation.

Then he walked out of the Dragon Palace and challenged the land where the Terrans lived.

There are countless sword cultivators in the East China Sea, and after defeating dozens of sword cultivators with combat power, this third prince of Jiaolong felt bored and learned swordsmanship.

After ten years of sword cultivation, he picked a major kendo sect after success.

In the next hundred years, the Five Great Sword Sects of the East China Sea were frequent visitors.

According to Gu Yuanlong, he has compared swords with Qing Ao, and this person's combat power is really strong.

In terms of swordsmanship, this young pride can be ranked in the top fifty among the young people in the East China Sea.

But coupled with the physical strength that overwhelms everything, as well as the strong blood pressure emanating from the body when the battle is in the heart, Qing Ao's swordsmanship can enter the top ten among the young people in the East China Sea.

The message from Jin Jialin was brief, that is, the Qingao of the Jiaolong clan of the East China Sea was going to challenge Han Muye, and hoped that Han Muye would take care of the Jiaolong clan and the Jiuxuan Sword Sect for the sake of the alliance between the Jiaolong clan and the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

I don't know what kind of care this care is.

The summons of the people of Oiwa Dao are much more detailed.

Qing Ao was in retreat a few years ago, and he didn't know about Mo Yuan's challenge to the East China Sea.

When he went out of the customs to the Cangshan Sword Sect to challenge Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan had already sealed the sword for ten years and was ready to raise the sword.

didn't fight with Mo Yuan, Qingao was very unwilling.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Mo Yuan stood on Cangshan Island, where the Cangshan Sword Sect was located, and took out a sword in the air.

A sword crossed thousands of miles, slashed dozens of black-armored fish demons, and split an island with a radius of 100 miles.

This sword suppressed Qing Ao.

Then, Qing Ao will worship under the Mo Yuan Sect.

For this kind of core lineage of the Jiaolong clan worshipping under the Moyuan Sect, the Cangshan Sword Sect is strongly supportive.

Mo Yuan hesitated for a long time, saying that he was the only one under his door, Han Muye.

If Qingao wants to worship under his own door, he needs to go to see Han Muye and ask for Han Muye's consent.

Therefore, Qingao came to the western frontier.

He went all the way against the grain, gathering momentum with clouds and water, and when he went out of the East China Sea, he had already become the true intention of the sword, and the sword light penetrated the sky.

Crossing the Southern Wilderness, the drum waves travel for hundreds of miles, and the sword light runs through the east and west, which can be seen for thousands of miles.

Entering the western frontier, one step at a time, the sword intent is condensed, and it has become a general trend.

Qingao didn't come to ask Han Muye's opinion.

It was to get the sword to get Han Muye to agree, and even had an opinion on Han Muye's identity as the first disciple of Mo Yuan.

Mr. Mo Yuan is so swordsmanship, what does it mean that Han Muye of the Western Xinjiang does not accompany the East China Sea, but shrinks on Jiuxuan Mountain?

Qingao came to the Western Frontier, if Han Muye could take him with a sword, then he would take Han Muye to the East China Sea and serve in front of Mr. Mo Yuan.

If he can take a few more swords, he is willing to intersect with Han Muye's peers.

As for Han Muye's inability to catch a sword, or to be able to defeat him, he didn't think about it.

If you can't catch a sword, why bother thinking about it?

As for the sword that can defeat him Qingao, in the entire East China Sea, few people can do it, right?

Not to mention the Western Frontier?

Not only did Qing Ao think so, but the hundreds of sword cultivators who came all the way from the East China Sea with Qing Ao also thought so.

Retrograde millions of miles to gather the power of momentum, this sword, who can stop it?

"Boom-"

On Jiuxuan Mountain, there is a bell ringing melodiously.

A curtain of light rises.

On the mountain, sword light rushed into the sky.

From the Nine Xuanjian Sect to the first in Western Xinjiang, in the past two years, masters have sprung up in the sect.

This is the result of the superposition of luck and the accumulation of resources.

As the No. 1 sect in Western Xinjiang, those disciples unconsciously had a kind of self-sacrificing mentality.

This kind of mental strength can make it as easy for a practitioner to break through the bottleneck as if it were a bamboo.

On the other hand, those small sects and even scattered cultivators, when they encountered bottlenecks, they were timid in their hearts, but they were even more stumbling and unable to break through.

Han Muye walked to the nine-story stone steps in front of the Sword Pavilion, and the disciples on the bluestone square were busy bowing and saluting.

"Senior Brother Han, I'm defeated." Yang Mingxuan arched his hand and spoke softly.

Han Muye waved his hand.

Yang Mingxuan's current combat strength, how could he be defeated by these Zhongzhou sword cultivators who came to challenge.

It's just that Han Muye arranged it before.

Yang Mingxuan's combat power is so strong that even a half-step Heavenly Realm can also fight.

This is Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye, the Immortal of the Western Frontier Sword Dao.

Those Zhongzhou Sword Cultivators, as well as the new disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, all looked at Han Muye with great curiosity.

Young.

Handsome.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he has an elegant air on his body.

is not like a sword cultivator, but like a Zhongzhou Confucian who has read poetry and books.

Such a character, is it really the immortal who overwhelms the sword path of the Western Xinjiang and opens the gate of heaven with a sword?

"Zhongzhou Sword Dao cultivator Luo Teng has seen Elder Han Muye of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate Sword Pavilion." The young man with the sword took a step forward, his eyes showed war intent, and he bowed.

"I have heard the name of Han Qixian for a long time, and today Luo Teng is here, and I also ask Han Qixian to give advice." After Luo Teng finished speaking, his sword intent flowed, and his whole body was wrapped with spiritual light.

Everyone around was full of sparkling eyes.

After waiting for a long time, watching the battle for a long time, didn't you just want to see Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion make a move?

I don't know how many moves Luo Teng, who can pick Yang Mingxuan's senior brother's sword, can make a few moves under Elder Han?

100 tricks?

Ten moves?

Luo Teng secretly set a goal for himself, which was to be undefeated in three moves and carry five moves.

As for the back, if you can fight for a serious injury to ten moves, you will definitely have a smooth road on your own cultivation road in the future.

With his hand lightly pressed on the hilt of the sword, Luo Teng stared at Han Muye's eyes.

As long as Han Muye nodded or agreed, he would not hesitate to draw his sword.

There is no shame in taking the sword first in front of a figure like Kendo Immortal.

It's a pity, it's strange that Han Muye didn't respond to him.

Han Muye, who was standing in front of the Sword Pavilion, looked up at the sky, then showed a smile on his face, waved his hand and said, "You guys retreat for a while, I will first take a sword from a fellow Daoist from the East China Sea." ”

Take the East China Sea sword to repair a sword?

The surrounding disciples were all stunned.

Luo Teng, who was standing in the bluestone square, only felt a wave of anger churning in his heart.

Holding the sword in front of him, Han Qixian didn't even look at it, but he wanted to take the East China Sea Sword to cultivate a sword.

To challenge this kind of thing, there has to be a first-come, first-served one, right?

Can you still cut the line?

He turned his head, and a flame rose in his eyes.

He wants to repair the Donghai sword that cut in line!

It's just that when he turned around, his whole body froze directly.

Outside the sky, the sword light filled the sky.

A sword comes from the west, and thousands of miles soar into the clouds.

That aura and Yuntao sword intent covered all the vast heaven and earth.

What kind of kendo powerhouse is this?

At this moment, Luo Teng only felt cold in his heart.

In front of such a strong man, he couldn't even have the courage to draw his sword.

Fortunately, this strong man challenged Han Qixian......

"Donghai Qingao, please ask Han Muye of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate to take the sword-"

The sound was thousands of miles away, the heavens and the earth shook, and the clouds rolled and turned into a sword.

This sword was slashed thousands of miles away.

The sword was on the top of the Ten Thousand Heavenly Firmament, and those Nine Xuan Sword Sect disciples below only felt that it was difficult to raise their heads, and there was endless pressure to descend.

On the bluestone square in front of the Sword Pavilion, those sword cultivators from Zhongzhou all trembled on their shoulders, and they couldn't help themselves.

Looking at the sword light that was coming down, Luo Teng and the others were all terrified.

Such a sword, can human power urge?

Who can catch such a powerful sword light?

Under this sword, I'm afraid the entire Sword Pavilion will be destroyed, right?

Perhaps, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect wants to gather the strength of the whole sect to resist this heavenly sword.

In front of the Sword Pavilion, Yang Mingxuan's hand was on the hilt of the sword, and there was blood surging in his eyes.

Han Muye put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said lightly: "This sword is not good." ”

No way.

As Han Muye's words fell, the sky, the ten thousand zhang sword light shattered!

In a word, the sword is broken!

Such a terrifying sword light turned into a broken cloud and dispersed under Han Muye's words.

Is this the real battle of the Great Monks?

The disciples who were gathered around were all dazed.

"Good!"

Skyrim, cheering with excitement and fighting spirit.

This voice is thousands of miles away!

At this moment, on Jiuxuan Mountain, the sword light condensed.

At the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, the sect master Tuoba was established in front of the main hall, revealing sword intent on his body.

Behind him, the Tiger Phantom paced slightly.

"The sword cultivation of the world is gathered, and my Nine Xuan Sword Gate does have a bit of a holy land."

Tuoba Cheng looked at the sword light that rushed into the sky, and the palm he held loosened again.

The sword intent on his body dissipated.

He wasn't the one who came to challenge.

It's Sword Pavilion Han Muye.

Looking in the direction of the Sword Pavilion, Tuoba Cheng showed a curious look on his face.

How will Han Muye take this sword?

Accumulate millions of miles, and shatter mountains and rivers with a sword.

With such a sword momentum, even he didn't dare to say that he would catch it without damage.

At this time, Han Muye, who was standing in front of the Sword Pavilion, raised his head, and his face also showed emotion.

Whether it is the momentum or the strength of the battle, this sword is impeccable.

Sword cultivation, it is really wonderful to be able to gather this sword.

Practice, isn't that what it is?

The thoughts in my heart are rampant for millions of miles.

He walked down the Sword Pavilion and took this sword, which was his respect for the third prince of the East China Sea.

It is also a respect for a sword cultivator.

On Han Muye's body, the original peace slowly dissipated.

He has the fierceness and arrogance that a sword cultivator should have.

In Han Muye's hand, a long sword appeared.

The king traveled thousands of miles and drew his sword to entertain guests.

The sword light is as clear as water, and it can wash away the dust all the way.

Han Muye pointed forward with his long sword, his gaze staring.

Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, a tall young man with eyebrows like a sword and a green robe dragged a long sword in his hand, one step at a time.

A walk, like a thousand miles of waves surging.

With every step of the young man's line, Jiuxuan Mountain shook once.

On the entire mountain, there are spiritual lights intertwined everywhere to stabilize the mountain rocks.

"I am proud of my cultivation, and I am the Tianjiao of the Jiaolong clan of the East China Sea."

"Xi Jian, can suppress the East China Sea peers, no one can win."

"Come to the West today, please ask Han Muye of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate to take me a sword."

The Dragon Clan of the East China Sea is arrogant, and it overwhelms the peerless sword cultivation of the East China Sea.

Such a strong person is here to challenge the Sword Pavilion Han Qi Immortal!

Qingao's voice fell, and the person had already arrived at the bluestone square outside the Sword Pavilion.

He raised his head and looked at Han Muye, who was standing in front of the Sword Pavilion.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, it seems that there is only this one person with a sword.

Han Muye didn't speak, he just raised his hand, and the sword light in his hand was full of one more point.

The greatest respect for sword cultivation is to greet each other with the sword in his hand.

Nonsense, it's all an insult.

Qing Ao smiled, stepped out, dragged the sword in his hand and slashed towards Han Muye!

There is no spiritual light, no wanton wind, no sword intent.

Yes, only like a mortal warrior, he uses a sword.

Han Muye stabbed out with a sword in his hand and greeted him with a sword.

Retrospectively restored, the sword is the sword, and the killing weapon is also!

"When—"

The long swords struck each other, and a loud sound rang out.

At this moment, the people around seemed to see the raging waves, the shattering of thousands of mountains, the vast waves of smoke, and the clouds and mountains.

The wind and waves are endless, and the mountain peaks are standing still.

The waves crash on the shore, the waves break, and the stones do not turn.

Before the Sword Pavilion, the wind was light and light.

Above the Sword Pavilion, the spiritual light exploded, as if the heavens and the earth were going to overturn, and the mountains, rivers and stars fell.

The East China Sea Heavenly Dao and the East China Sea Sword Cultivation have been blended for countless thousands of years.

The East China Sea Heavenly Dao is contaminated with the sharpness of the sword.

At this time, the wind and thunder carried by Qing Ao's sword were not only his own perception, but also the induction of the East China Sea Heavenly Dao.

This is the collision of the Heavenly Dao!

If Jiuxuan Mountain in Western Xinjiang wants to become a holy land of swordsmanship, it must overwhelm the East China Sea and the Heavenly Dao of the East China Sea!

Facing Qing Ao's sword, Han Muye chose to stab forward with his sword.

In front of the Sword Pavilion, a phantom image emerged.

In the shadow, Qing Ao held a sword and led the endless storm to strike, Han Muye did not move at all, the blade of the sword was like a reef, and a sword broke through the waves.

In the phantom, Qingao's sword blades overlapped, rolling down, Han Muye did not move at all, the sword blade was like a reef, and a sword broke through the waves.

In the shadow, Qingao's sword blade attracted the power of millions of miles of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, Han Muye did not move, the sword blade was like a reef, and a sword broke through the waves.

……

Every phantom was broken by the blade of the sword.

Han Muye did not have the power to attract heaven and earth, did not engage in sword fighting, and did not use the divine soul sword qi.

The sharpness of the world is all in this thorn!

Sword in hand, draw sword, stab forward.

"Cangchang—"

The long sword roared, and the two-foot-long blade fell in the bluestone square.

Holding the broken sword, Qing Ao's expression on his face changed from stunned to dazed, to irrepressible excitement.

"Haha, I see, I see!"

He looked at Han Muye, his eyes shining brightly.

The broken sword pointed at Han Muye, and Qing Ao's battle intent was agitated: "It can't last long, what is borrowed is borrowed after all." ”

"The accumulation of millions of miles turned out to be all imaginary."

"Heaven and earth are all in front of you, and there is only one sword in your hand."

The words fell, and Qing Ao's body turned into thousands, ten thousands, and crashed into Han Muye.

After the ten thousand swords return to the sect, it will be the sword of ten thousand ways!

A sword that has been gathering momentum for millions of miles seems to be extremely strong, but it can't withstand Han Muye's stab.

Because in this thorn, there is indomitable and boundless sharpness.

In this thorn, there is the arrogance of the swordsman, the bravery of the swordsman, and the invincibility of the swordsman.

Qing Ao's sword was broken under Han Muye's will.

What is broken is the confusion in the heart.

Seeing the Ten Thousand Illusory Shadows coming with a sword, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

is really a talented person in swordsmanship, and if a sword is broken in a million miles, he can make another sword.

In other words, the first sword, Qingao is leading the general trend of heaven and earth, and this second sword is his real understanding.

The first sword is potential, and the second sword is the sword!

At the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, Tuoba Cheng clenched his fists.

"Are the current juniors so terrible?" He whispered in his mouth, and his eyes showed war.

Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, figures stood in the air.

These are the cultivators who came to the Western Xinjiang after hearing the news.

"Donghai Tianjiao, he can comprehend the way of the sword to such an extent." A white-haired old man had a gloomy look on his face.

"East China Sea, the Holy Land of Kendo, my Western Frontier, how can I compare......" A middle-aged Taoist turned his head to look into the distance, his face was full of confusion.

"Han Qixian, you should be able to resist it, right?" Some people whispered in their mouths, and their faces were full of anticipation.

Western Xinjiang Kendo, can it block the invasion of the East China Sea Kendo?

I don't know.

Before the Sword Pavilion, there was already chaos in front of those low-level disciples.

Luo Teng and those Zhongzhou sword cultivators behind him were no better.

With the sword that was overwhelmingly powerful before, their bodies were directly imprisoned, and they didn't even have the ability to sense.

The coercion of the sword light almost broke their hearts.

It wasn't until Qingao's long sword was broken and the general trend of heaven and earth dissipated that everyone gasped heavily, showing fear on their faces.

At this time, Qing Ao took out his sword and turned into a phantom of ten thousand paths.

They can't see through every phantom, every sword, they can't see clearly, they can't understand it.

As for going to pick up such a sword, jokes, you can't take a single sword.

Of these tens of millions of sword lights, Luo Teng knew that he couldn't catch any of them.

He finally understood why Han Muye had to take the sword in person.

The only one who can receive the sword of Qingao is the Sword Pavilion Han Qi Immortal!

Everyone stared at Han Muye tightly.

How to catch this sword?

Seeing the arrival of the Ten Thousand Illusory Shadows, Han Muye let out a long laugh and stepped out.

He stabbed out with his sword.

Stab a sword and break a phantom.

"The rainforest swordsmanship of the Cangshan Sword Sect in the East China Sea, it's a pity that the sword is less mellow when it turns into a rainstorm."

With another sword, a phantom was pierced through the body by the blade.

"The swordsmanship of the East China Sea Jiaolong Clan? Too bad to have the slightest room to turn around. ”

Another sword.

"Flowing Wind Sword? Yes, if you can transform into a flowing wind and blend with the sword, it will be a bit interesting. ”

Another sword.

……

A sword stabbed out, and the sword commented.

Han Muye's voice was not loud, and his speed of speech was not fast.

But in an instant, he commented on all the swords.

It was obviously a moment, but everyone could hear his sword by sword, sentence by sentence.

"Boom-"

The phantom of the Ten Thousand Dao was broken, and Han Muye returned the sword to the sheath.

Qing Ao knelt on one knee, holding the broken sword in his hand, and bowed his head in front of the nine-story stone steps of the Sword Pavilion.

"It's a pity that Bo is not refined."

Han Muye waved his hand and rolled up half of the sword blade.

"I'll go to the East China Sea once a year, I hope you won't let me down."

Han Muye will go to the East China Sea!

Qing Ao looked up, then nodded.

"Senior Brother Han, I'll wait for you in the East China Sea."

After saying that, he stood up, dragged the broken sword, turned and left.

Everyone got out of the way, watching Qingao drag his sword away, his face was a little lonely, and a little happy.

"Traveling millions of miles, this sword did not disappoint me."

Walking to the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain, Qing Ao turned his head and whispered with a chuckle.

Han Muye stood on the stone steps of the Sword Pavilion, turned his head, and looked at Luo Teng and the others.

"You're trying to challenge me?"

Challenge?

Luo Teng and the people behind him subconsciously shook their heads.

What kind of challenge to take?

I don't even have the qualifications to draw a sword, so what is the challenge?

"Senior Brother Yang, I want to go to the secret place again to sharpen my temper." Luo Teng looked at Yang Mingxuan and spoke in a low voice.

Yang Mingxuan nodded.

Han Muye glanced around, glanced at the sky, and then turned around and walked back to the Sword Pavilion.

Kendo practice, after ten thousand swords return to the sect, it is the realm of ten thousand swords transformed into one sword.

At this point, Han Muye has already understood.

With this swordsmanship, the world can go.

"Boom-"

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell rang.

One after another, the streamers dispersed towards the various sects in the western frontier.

The covenant of the opening of the Southern Wilderness Ten Thousand Demon Secret Realm is almost here.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the top of Jiuxuan Mountain.

The Wind Spirit Sword Sect advocated that there was a horn in the Ten Thousand Demon Secret Realm that could block the thunder tribulation.

Han Muye was ready to take a look.

By the way, take the yellow fat tiger down the mountain for a walk.

This little girl is on the mountain, I'm afraid I'm going to suffocate.