A heart of the stars, worthy of the great monks' competition.

But when these great cultivators competed for the heart of the stars, the power that escaped could turn thousands of miles into pieces.

Jin Kun looked up, a nervous look on his face.

Behind him, there were hundreds of thousands of various wood demons and demon beasts.

They were now gathered in a verdant meadow that was no more than a dozen miles in circumference, and the grass was suspended and slowly rose into the air.

Below, the waters of the Endless Sea swallowed up the last shards of the stars, stirring up a great storm.

A powerful demon beast rushed up on the water, trying to catch up with Jinkun and drag them back to the Endless Sea.

More Heavenly Realm monsters roared, crashing into the Heart of the Stars.

"Let's go."

Han Muye turned his head to look at Jin Kun and them, and then the power under his feet surged out, and the verdant grass in a radius of dozens of miles slowly rose, and then went into the distance.

In the rear, countless demon beasts caught up.

"Makino Daoyou, you, aren't you going to grab the heart of the stars?" Jin Kun looked at the shining spirit bead and spoke in a low voice.

That's a lot of money.

For cultivators, the Heart of the Stars is a treasure that can help you practice for countless years to come.

No one would be tempted by such a treasure.

Hearing Jin Kun's words, Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.

"It's okay, let them grab it for a while."

After speaking, he attracted the power of the wood demon, controlled this grass, and flew away.

After traveling thousands of miles, the demon beasts in the rear have caught up.

Several hideous-looking demons pounced on the wood demon on the grass.

The demonic aura rolled into the clouds, and the bloody aura made people sick.

This is a group of ferocious, violent demons!

In front of these fierce demons, the wood demons and demon beasts on the green grass could only tremble, and their bodies were paralyzed.

Not all living beings have the power to fight, nor do they have cultivation to be able to exert themselves.

At this time, the reaction of these wood demons and demon beasts is what low-level creatures should have.

In the cultivation world, under the pressure of the great cultivators, it is a reality that countless low-level beings are dying.

There are only a few who can go against the sky in front of the great monks.

"Blinding."

Han Muye drank in his mouth.

Jin Kun nodded, raised his hand, and his divine power was cast, and countless golden leaves were swayed.

This time, all the leaves were not to shield the eyes of the great demons in the endless sea, but to block the front of those wood demons and demon beasts on the grass.

"Fellow clansmen, go all out!" Jin Kun shouted.

The golden blades blocked the eyes, and these monsters and wood demons could not see anything.

If you can't see it, it's good, if you can't see it, you're not afraid.

Not only can the blinded creatures not see the front of them, but even the coercion can be covered.

According to the previous agreement, at this moment, all the wood demons and demon beasts crashed their supernatural powers and spells into the position behind them.

Flying branches and leaves, scattered petals, spikes, and thorns......

These means are very low-level.

It's the same and two, and the lethality is not strong.

But on the grass within a radius of dozens of miles, there are hundreds of thousands of wood demons and demon beasts!

"Boom-"

The thin leaves made a roar.

The gentle petals are like gold and iron, which can cut through the skin, flesh and bones of the big demon.

Those wooden thorns, broken one by one, and one after the other, have no end......

When the golden blades disappeared in front of them, all the wood demons and demon beasts were stunned when they opened their eyes to see it.

Rear, empty.

The big demons who were originally chasing disappeared without a trace.

Themselves, knocked those big demons back?

It's just that this aura that falls on you, what's going on?

Jin Kun's stiff body slowly soothed and breathed a sigh of relief.

The method that Michiyu Makino said was really useful.

Ahead, Han Muye had a smile on his face.

Even if the combat power of these wood demons and demon beasts is pitiful, they are also demon clans that have practiced for thousands of years.

Even if these wood demons and demon beasts attack individually, they are like tickling, and hundreds of thousands of them are aggregated, they can scratch through the henchmen.

He watched with his own eyes as the demons who were chasing him were pierced through by the leaves.

The bones and fur of those great demons were all torn apart, shattered, and finally turned into nothingness.

This blow is a major overhaul of the Heavenly Realm, and I don't dare to take it hard.

After the blow, those demon clans in the Endless Sea in the distance plunged headlong into the seawater, and they didn't dare to show their heads for a long time.

There were cheers coming from the green land, and Jin Kun's face was excited, leading a group of demon clans to the Jade Rainbow Star.

Han Muye looked at him and said, "Do you understand? ”

Jin Kun nodded hurriedly and said, "I understand, when you encounter a strong enemy, you will cover your eyes with your magical powers, and then gather your strength to strike." ”

He didn't expect it to be so useful.

With this means, these demon races can protect themselves.

Han Muye nodded, tidied up the sword box he was carrying behind him, and gently straightened his clothes.

The movements are gentle, as if going to a banquet.

Jin Kun watched his movements and said busily: "Mu Daoyou, you are-"

Han Muye chuckled, reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, and said softly, "The Heart of the Stars, how can it be given to outsiders?" ”

His voice fell, and he was already flying up.

With one step, Han Muye had sword light and water vapor condensed on his body.

His eyes revealed the intent of slaughter, and the strong battle intent on his body turned into substance.

Thousands of miles away, a spirit bead shines, and beyond the spirit bead, dozens of exotic cultivators and great demons in the endless sea are all fighting with all their might.

The battle of the Heavenly Realm overhaul is a blow that shatters the mountains and rivers.

Even under the suppression of the power of the Endless Sea Dao, these Heavenly Realm Overhauls are also a group of top powerhouses in the world.

The turbidity waves surged, the broken clouds rolled up, and between the thousands of water clouds, the demonic energy and the spiritual energy, the demonic energy collided, and escaped towards the surroundings.

In this battle, without the power of the Heavenly Realm, let alone participate, there is no qualification to even watch the battle.

"Hum—"

At this moment, the sword in the hand of an Exotic Sword Cultivator shook slightly.

He was slightly stunned, turned his head, looked into the distance, and his thoughts instantly swept away thousands of miles.

Thousands of miles away, a young man in a white robe and carrying a sword box on his back stepped on the waves, his hands hanging lightly, and he took a thousand steps.

Sword Cultivation.

A sword cultivator who can make his sword feel thousands of miles away!

At this moment, not only this exotic sword path cultivator had a sense, but the other great cultivators who were competing for the heart of the stars also turned around.

The fighting intent on Han Muye's body was too strong, and the power that attracted them had feedback.

Terran sword cultivation?

"Ignorant children, don't know whether to live or die." A big demon who was three feet tall, with four arms on his back, and a head and face like an ape, laughed wildly, and the long knife in the palms of his four hands flashed with light.

This light had already turned into Senhan's sword intent, and with just a slight dance, it could slash through the void.

This Heavenly Realm Great Demon is actually a powerhouse who has cultivated the Dao of the Sword to a high realm.

Han Muye's body moved forward extremely fast, but it was already within a hundred miles.

The four-armed demon didn't wait any longer, flew in a flash, and rushed for hundreds of miles.

The tyrannical demon light instantly enveloped Han Muye, and the domineering sword light slashed down on his head.

The knife is inherently untamable.

The sword training light cut through the void and came directly at Han Muye's eyebrows.

The big demon's distorted face revealed a hideous smile.

Sword cultivation in the world is hard bones, and slashing such bones is called smooth.

Han Muye raised his head.

His gaze was opposite to that of this Heavenly Realm Great Demon.

From the eyes of this big demon, he saw arrogance, caution, and coldness.

Intricate interweaving of minds.

After his own state of mind was stable and the power of his divine soul was sublimated, Han Muye could see through more things.

For example, the human heart.

This knife is very empty.

The other three knives are the ultimate kills.

This big demon took a step out to kill himself, not only to show his combat power, but also to jump out of the battle circle and prepare for the fisherman's profit.

However, at a glance at the sword, Han Muye saw too many changes.

At this moment, there was a joy in his heart that the fog had been peeled off.

No matter how calculating, after all, it is not as sharp as the sword in your hand!

If you have a sword in your heart and a sword in your hand, why bother with your mind?

Meet the enemy, draw your sword!

"Cangchang—"

Qing Ming is out of the sheath, his right hand is being held, and the blade of the sword is lightly twisted.

The sword light that slashed through the heavens and the earth collided with the blade, as if slashing in soft water, slowly slowing down.

The power of the water vein can melt all the power!

The four-armed demon's face remained unchanged, as if he had expected that he would not be able to defeat the enemy with one sword, and the other three arms led the long knife two horizontal and one vertical, slashing and slashing!

Fast!

The knife light is gray, and there is only a quick word.

The world is sharp, but one is fast!

"Good knife technique!"

Thousands of miles away, an old man with a sword in his hand let out a low shout.

With such a swift sword, the Heavenly Realm Yuan Infant was below the fifth level, and it was too late to dodge.

This four-armed demon is really the essence of the cultivation of the sword that he has mastered.

"In the end, it is a four-armed flying ape family that is difficult to find in the world, and it has inherited sword techniques since ancient times." A thin old man in a Taoist robe spoke in a low voice.

Most of the people who come here today to compete for the Heart of the Stars are from foreign lands to get a chance in the Dao struggle.

These people are fighting today, and maybe they will become allies again in the future.

After all, they are all Heavenly Realm major cultivators, and being able to learn more about other people's cultivation methods and observe more battles at the same level is beneficial to their cultivation and combat power improvement.

"That kid shouldn't be able to take this knife." A Kendo Heavenly Realm with a long sword on his back shook his head.

This knife light is too fast.

If it weren't for the divine mind to capture and watch the battle from a distance, most of them in these Heavenly Realm overhauls would think that they would not be able to block this sword.

Han Muye saw the light of the sword, and his body moved lightly.

Can't take it.

It's not that I can't take it, it's that I'm not ready to take it at all.

When you come to fight today, your fighting spirit penetrates the sky, how can you wear it out like this?

Han Muye stabbed forward with the Qing Ying Sword in his hand, and his body followed the sword, his movements seemed to be very slow, but half a minute faster than the sword light.

What the sword light shattered was only his afterimage.

The sword light condensed into a line, penetrating through a hundred feet, and gently brushed the arm of the four-armed demon.

"Thorn-"

An arm falls.

Han Muye's figure appeared a hundred zhang away.

With a gesture of his hand, he dropped the long knife he held in his arm and took it into his hands.

The knife is in hand, heavy.

This knife is at least 10,000 catties, the handle is not more than zhang long, the blade has two zhang, the blade is full of golden cold light, and the blade has a strange halo flashing.

The sword qi penetrated into the blade, and pictures appeared in Han Muye's mind.

Thousands of tempers, blood refining and polishing, a long knife like this takes a hundred years to take shape.

After the powerhouse of the four-armed flying ape clan obtained this knife, he needed to be recuperated for another hundred years before he succeeded.

Their warmth is soaked in blood, and the blood temperature is not cold.

A hundred years of raising a knife will kill 100,000 living beings!

In the picture that Han Muye saw, he was drunk. The violent and cold four-armed flying ape clan cultivates strong people, and they are all raising Gu and killing each other.

Those who were able to get four of these long knives were killed from hundreds or thousands of their peers.

This race is the law of the jungle.

Holding the long knife in his hand, Han Muye raised his head and looked at the four-armed flying ape powerhouse named Hetuo in front of him.

There is not a single member of this group who does not have blood on his hands.

At this time, there was a sound of inhalation from a hundred miles away.

Han Muye's illusory sword, flying hundreds of feet and breaking the arm of the flying ape, how many people present can have such means?

"This son, the ...... is murderous," a big man in half-body black armor showed a solemn look on his face.

Murderous?

can cultivate to the heavenly realm, who is not cruel in their hands?

Many of the great monks were smiling and watching quietly.

A hundred miles away, Han Muye's long sword was raised again.

The four-armed flying ape who had cut off one arm had a gloomy face, blood stains remained on the broken arm, and the other three arms flashed with knife light.

A face was cut off, he had never encountered such a sword cultivator.

At this moment, he was afraid.

But the moment he saw Han Muye raise his sword, the last trace of reason in his heart disappeared.

Kill!

The only way to kill this sword cultivator in front of you is to eliminate shame and hatred!

The three long knives led to the waves, and the sword light was sandwiched in the clouds and quietly attacked towards Han Muye.

This time, the sword light is not only fast, but also in harmony with the seawater, silent!

A knife cuts off the water, and the water flows with a knife!

This knife, enter the Tao!

Han Muye's eyes lit up, he chuckled, and the sword in his hand stabbed out.

He just drew the power of the divine soul to provoke the other party to make a move, just to see this knife!

Draw the knife and cut off the water.

This four-armed flying ape clan demon named Hetuo has cultivated the sword technique inherited from his family group to the extreme, and he has his own feelings.

Han Muye understood this knife technique in the picture, but he wanted to see it with his own eyes.

The sword light merged with the water cloud, and it was already three feet behind Han Muye, quietly stabbing down like a sword.

Three long knives with a soft light.

Lifting weights like a light state.

If it weren't for the Great Dao competition and the gathering of strong people in the world, how could Han Muye have the opportunity to fight against such a strong person?

Han Muye showed a smile on his face, the Qing Ying Sword reversed, and the blade blocked a knife behind him.

In his left hand, the purple flame sword wrapped in golden haoran qi reversed, and a piece of his arm fell again.

Four-armed flying ape, only two arms left!

Heto roared in terror and retreated frantically.

A hundred miles away, those Heavenly Realm Great Demons stiffened one by one.

The battle between the lightning and the flint, the hand-to-hand combat, the victory and defeat are too fast.

From Hetuo facing Han Muye, to cutting off both arms at this time, the whole process is less than ten breaths.

A great cultivator with a peerless cultivation of the Heavenly Realm Sword Dao just fell into the sand.

Seeing the crazy Hetuo running away, Han Muye shook his head and only put away the fallen long knife, and did not chase and kill again.

The Heavenly Realm where the mood is shattered is no longer considered the Heavenly Realm.

In such a heavenly realm, even the earthly realm golden pill three or five times can be killed.

This is a place of contention, can you really escape far?

In the endless sea, several big demons have quietly chased in the direction of Hetuo's escape.

Whether you can survive or not depends on your fate.

Han Muye held his sword horizontally, raised his head, and looked into the distance.

Over there, dozens of great monks seem to be looking forward to it?

Han Muye let out a long laugh, returned his two swords to the sword box, and walked forward with his hands.

"Tianxuan Sword Cultivator Han Muye, come to ask for advice-"

Sword repair, challenge.

Those Heavenly Realm overhauls glanced at each other, and some people had a hint of retreat in their eyes.

Defeat the four-armed flying ape clan powerhouse within ten breaths and cut off its two arms, this kind of combat power, there are very few enemies here.

"Simon Realm Huayan Sword Sect Feng Zihe, come to fight!"

A white-bearded old man with a long sword in his hand flew forward, swept the sword in his hand, turned into a gangfeng, and went to Han Muye as a hood.

The sword light came out, and the gang wind had already directly wrapped Han Muye.

"Magic weapon!"

Someone exclaimed.

This long sword turned out to be a magic weapon with a spirit.

The power of the magic weapon and the cultivation of the sword are superimposed, and the combat power has not increased tenfold?

The few people who had fought with this Feng Zihe before turned pale.

If Feng Zihe had used the sword of the magic weapon just now, he would probably have died.

Wrapped in the wind, Han Muye's face did not change.

Although this gang wind is strong, it can't directly strangle him.

It's just that this sword method uses the wind as a blade.

A vein of the wind.

Han Muye's gaze passed through the illusory flickering wind, and his mind was urged to the extreme.

"Cangchang—"

The long sword was unsheathed, the sword light flashed, and a wind scroll that had shrunk countless times appeared.

One, two, hundred, thousand!

It's windy outside, and it's windy inside.

The wind and clouds are staggered, and the smoke is gone.

Outsiders only see the wind raging, but they don't see the wind, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

Feng Zihe frowned, and without hesitation, he flew up with his sword and slashed it with a sword.

This sword was dignified, and before the sword arrived, it smashed Gangfeng through, revealing Han Muye, who was idle in it.

Seeing Feng Zihe flying forward, Han Muye laughed, and the long sword rolled upside down.

Wind Roll.

Thousands of wind swept Feng Zihe and turned it into a wind.

Breaking the wind with the wind?

Wind against wind!

"He is strong, he is strong, the breeze caresses the hills, borrows the wind and clouds, and points the autumn wind."

"Wind vein, the first sword, the clouds are scattered."

The wind and clouds are scattered!

Han Muye drank in his mouth, the clouds and winds dispersed, the sword light flashed, the wind was a sword!

"Thorn-"

Feng Zihe couldn't stop the sword light that flashed around him out of nowhere, so he could only explode his own sword light and crash into a road.

When he landed a hundred feet away in shock, his whole body was already soaked in blood.

Touching his neck gently, Feng Zihe's face turned pale.

A slender wound, revealing a hint of golden haoran qi, made his heart pulse beat constantly.

That sword was a little deeper, and he was already dead at this time.

"Feng admits defeat." Feng Zihe turned his head to look at the heart of the suspended stars, arched his hand towards Han Muye, turned around and left.

If you lose a sword, if you don't leave, will you look for death?

"I conceded." Han Muye smiled, stretched out his hand, and the shattered Gang Feng outside his body turned into a cyan long sword, which was held in his hand.

Magic weapon sword.

Although Feng Zihe's flesh hurt incomparably, he could only turn around and fly away.

The sword, can you still get it back?

Han Muye, who was standing in place, grasped the hilt of the sword, and the Haoran Qi and the sword qi were infused at the same time.

The sword light flashed, and the magic weapon long sword reverberate.

Feng Zihe, who was flying away in the distance, snorted, blood spilled from his mouth, and his eyes showed horror.

It's only been a few breaths, and that = his magic weapon and sword weapon have been refined?

What kind of sword cultivation is this?

It's a monster.

Han Muye held the magic weapon sword in his hand, and while walking slowly, he looked at the picture that flashed in his mind.

Simon Realm, a big world, among which there are many strong people.

Huayan Sword Sect is also a big sect, with superb swordsmanship, and hundreds of great monks who have entered the Tao with swords.

There are all kinds of kendo saints who enter reincarnation with swords.

Feng Zihe was just a law enforcement elder in the sect, and his cultivation was in a bottleneck, so he came to participate in the Dao battle, wanting to take the opportunity to break through.

With the sword in hand, Han Muye saw the sword inheritance of the Huayan Sword Sect.

Wind.

Thirteen Wind Vein Swordsmanship, which can trace the Heavenly Machine.

Han Muye gently fed the long sword into the sword box, raised his head, and his eyes were full of battle intent.

"Tianxuan Sword Cultivator Han Muye, come to ask for advice-"