Thousands of miles away, the light is soaring into the sky!

There, it is the mountain gate of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

"Hum—"

In the void, there was a roar.

"Sue me the disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, the Spirit Armor Demon Clan is attacking on a large scale, the mountain gate is in danger, and this sect master and the elders are determined to fight to the death with the enemy."

"The disciples stationed on all sides are not allowed to return to help, leaving my Qingfeng Sword Sect inheritance immortal——"

A deep voice came.

The voice came three times in a row, and it was absolutely clear.

The sect master fights to the death, and the disciples are not allowed to come back!

This is, to burn all the jade!

Lu Wuming and the Heavenly Realm elders of the Qingfeng Sword Sect were all full of sadness, gritted their teeth, and looked in the direction of the mountain gate.

Over there, his fellow disciples are fighting to the death.

However, the sect master ordered that disciples everywhere should not return to help.

Because the enemy is too strong, even if the power of the entire Qingfeng Sword Sect gathers, it will only be sent to death.

It is better for the disciples everywhere to keep their lives and leave the inheritance of the sect.

Below, those Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples were at a loss, and many of them were already in tears.

Most of the cultivators of the sect have regarded the sect as their home.

At this point, the home is going to be destroyed.

The scattered cultivators who gathered around also had complicated expressions.

Among them, many of them are also like this, the sect is destroyed, and then they can only do casual cultivation.

"What should I do?" A Qingfeng Sword Sect Jin Dan deacon gritted his teeth and looked at the blue-robed elder beside him.

The elder stared and did not speak.

The enemy is strong, and to go back is to die.

The suzerain has already ordered that no reinforcements be returned.

But really don't go back?

"Qiang—"

With a sword groan, the white-haired and blue-robed Qingfeng Sword Sect elder held the long sword in his hand and stepped out in one step.

"Lu Wuming, you lead the disciples to leave, and Elder Ben will go to the mountain gate to rescue."

The sword light on his body was swirling, and the sharp halo of rushing into the sky flickered.

The aura of absoluteness filled in an instant.

"My Yihe was born in the Qingfeng Sword Sect and grew up in the Qingfeng Sword Sect, and the sect is my home."

"Today, the demons besieged and killed my Qingfeng Sword Sect, Fang Yihe's life, and the sect was returned."

The words fell, and he flew away into the sky.

Fang Yihe flew away, and the others looked at each other, some followed, and some stood in place and hesitated.

For a while, the disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect became scattered sand.

Han Muye shook his head and looked at the scattered cultivators who came with him below.

A cultivator's fighting spirit comes from firm faith, and if faith is there, life and death are not hindered, and if there is no faith, there will be no strength to fight.

"It's the same Tianxuan Sword Cultivator, how can I, Han Muye, be indifferent when I see the Qingfeng Sword Sect's mountain gate being besieged?"

"Today, Han Muye and Donghai Sword Cultivator, live and die together-"

The voice is clear, and it spreads thousands of miles!

Live and die together!

As a kendo overhaul, since he opened his mouth, he would never break his word.

"Live and die together!" Qi Ziming, who was holding a long sword, shouted loudly.

"Live and die together—"

The sword cultivators around all shouted, and there was sword light surging and converging on their bodies.

At this moment, the morale that had already dispersed began to condense again.

Han Muye's long sword was drawn, and he flew away with more than 10,000 scattered cultivators behind him.

The Sword Cultivator of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, who was still at a loss, followed behind the sword formation and rushed towards the mountain gate of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

Live and die together!

At this moment, they just want to live and die together with those fellow disciples in the mountain gate.

There was a black-armored demon clan to intercept it, and with a wave of the sword light in Han Muye's hand, he directly killed him.

Thousands of miles of sea, but it has already arrived in a few moments.

The boundless demonic energy, between the surges, engulfed the entire island in front of it.

The mountain gate of the Qingfeng Sword Sect has been besieged to death.

The scattered Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples scattered in front of them were being surrounded and killed.

"Kill."

Han Muye let out a long shout, and the sword light in his hand was triggered, and he slashed straight down.

His own strength didn't urge much, and the sword light formed by the formation of more than 10,000 scattered cultivators behind him had already turned into a thousand-zhang sword, and it fell in the air.

The sword light roared, rushing like thunder!

"Boom-"

The sword light directly slashed the black-armored demon clan that surrounded and killed the disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

"Look for death!" There was a low cry in the demonic aura in front of him, and a figure wearing black armor and holding a long knife in his hand stepped out in one step, bringing out a thousand zhang of clear sword qi.

The sword qi collided with the sword shadow, and the sound of a landslide and the ground cracked out.

Out-of-body monk!

On the other side, several figures of great monks appeared.

Fang Yihe and the others, who had flown away before, returned in embarrassment and joined Han Muye and them.

In the void, several black-armored monks suppressed each prescription position.

Han Muye and the sword cultivator behind him were surrounded by several great cultivators in the middle.

It's no wonder that the Sect Master of the Qingfeng Sword Sect didn't allow the disciples to come to the rescue, because these Spirit Armor Demon Clans were originally surrounded to help!

How many disciples came to the rescue, they were all sent to death!

The sword cultivators behind Han Muye were all pale and trembling under the coercion of the great cultivators.

Han Muye held a long sword in front of him in his hand, looked at the black-armored figure in front of him, and swept his gaze to the black-armored great monks who were surrounding him.

"Brothers, are you afraid of death?"

Han Muye shouted.

Afraid?

Of course I'm afraid.

Everyone is afraid of death.

Isn't it just to live a little longer?

Although no one spoke, the solemn atmosphere was already an answer.

Han Muye pointed forward with the sword in his hand, and the light flashed in his eyes: "I'm also afraid of death." ”

Yes, a genius like Han Muye should have a brilliant future.

As long as he doesn't fall, he has a chance to step to the top of the world.

How could such a person spare his life?

"Han, brother, we, we will protect you and kill you." Qi Ziming gritted his teeth and tried to make his voice coherent.

The spirits from the surrounding Great Monks poured out, making it difficult for them to gain a foothold in the void.

"Kill it, Han Qixian, you can't die here." Lu Wuming spoke in a low voice.

Everyone's eyes fell on Han Muye.

This sword path immortal should not have died here with them.

Many people clenched the hilt of the sword in their hands, and the light in their eyes slowly firmed.

"Kill it?" The battle intent on Han Muye's body converged, and an illusory long sword appeared behind him.

Kendo is out of body.

"I, Han Muye, am afraid of death, because I am afraid that I will not be able to live long and climb the peak that I have never seen in the world."

"I, Han Muye, am afraid of death, because I am afraid that there are still many things I haven't done, and I have regrets in my heart."

"I, Han Muye, am afraid of death, because I am afraid of the debts I owe in this life, and I have not repaid the debts I owe."

The long sword in his hand shook, and Han Muye's gaze fell on his sword.

"Brothers, ask about your sword."

"You ask him if he can let you live."

Looking at the sword weapon in his hand, Han Muye said softly: "Qing Ming, you will let me live, right?" ”

"Hum—"

The Qing Ying Sword let out a long groan, and the sword light bloomed.

At this moment, within 10,000 miles, all the sword weapons began to vibrate.

The sword is in response!

A sword cultivator's eyes burst with brilliance.

The cultivation in this life is only the sword.

At this moment of life and death, then the honor and disgrace of this life, and the blood of all the blood, will be given to his sword.

Han Muye raised his hand, his palm pressed against the blade of the sword, and pulled hard.

Blood spilled.

All the blood melted into the sword.

The Qing Ying Sword turned into a thousand feet of dragon, looking up to the sky and roaring!

"My sword cultivator, I have a sword in my heart and a sword in my hand, what are I afraid of?"

Han Muye looked up to the sky and roared, raised his hand to lead the long dragon transformed by the Qing Ying Sword, and stood in the air.

"What are you afraid of?"

He shouted loudly, and he could hear it for thousands of miles!

Afraid of what?

What about the sword in your hand?

One by one, sword cultivators followed his example, pressed their palms against the blade of the sword, and gently pulled it, staining the long sword with blood.

Qi and blood, condensed into a pillar of smoke.

Qi and blood merged with the sword light, turning into a blood dragon.

The blood dragon roared, suppressing the souls of several black-armored great monks and directly breaking through.

This blood dragon is a combination of sword intent and battle intent, and its strength has surpassed the limit of a Heavenly Realm cultivator!

"I stain the blade with my blood."

Han Muye whispered in his mouth.

Above his head, the thousand-zhang dragon shadow transformed by the Blue Shadow Sword swirled and entangled.

"Slay demons, kill demons, and kill enemies."

The dragon twisted and rushed forward.

The black-armored monk with the long knife in his hand had a changed face, and finally turned and left.

The power displayed by the long dragon transformed by the Blue Immortal Sword terrified him.

This kind of power is completely impossible for him to resist.

"I stain the blade with my blood."

"Slay demons, kill demons, and kill enemies."

One by one, the sword cultivators whispered, causing the blood dragon to roar, and swing their claws and tails towards the black-armored great monks around them.

As soon as the blood dragon grabbed it, the body of a black-armored great monk was imprisoned, and he watched his body be shattered, and the demonic light and qi and blood turned into pillars of smoke.

The eight major monks of the Yuan Infant were shattered by a single blow!

The power of the blood dragon is terrifying!

Han Muye shouted loudly, leading the long dragon transformed by the Qing Ying Sword forward, and the blood dragon followed closely behind, rushing into the demonic aura that permeated the front together.

"Boom-"

Whether it was a great monk or an endless black-armored water demon, they were all knocked away by the long dragon, and then turned into blood qi demon light and were absorbed by the long dragon.

The blood dragon walked forward, and after a hundred miles, his body was already 20,000 zhang, with blood-colored scale armor, and his eyes revealed a hideous fierce light.

This blood dragon is condensed by sword intent and qi and blood, only for killing.

Nothing can stop this bloody rush.

"Bang-"

The body of the last black-armored demon was shattered, and the front suddenly emptied.

Verdant mountains, spirit-filled buildings.

Fight to the death, isn't it just because this piece of great mountains and rivers is still there?

Han Muye raised his hand, and the long dragon turned into sword light and stood still, looking up to the sky and laughing.

"Han Muye from the Western Frontier came to the East China Sea Qingfeng Sword Sect to challenge, but someone came to fight?"

Challenge!

Countless black-armored demons outside were besieged, but Han Muye had nothing to say, only to challenge!

In the eyes of Jian Xiu, the Spirit Armor Demon Clan is just a demon, so why bother?

"The Qingfeng Sword Sect is willing to welcome the sword of the Western Xinjiang Han Immortal!" In the building ahead, there was a shouting voice.

Below, sword lights lit up.

A sword cultivator in a green robe flew over.

Han Muye drew the sword in his hand, and the blood dragon that had not yet dissipated reunited.

"Okay, today Han Mou and all the Daoists of the Qingfeng Sword Sect will test the sword with this evil demon to see whose sword is sharper——"

Han Muye let out a long laugh and turned his head to look at the scattered cultivators who came with him behind him, as well as the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples who were wrapped in it.

"Can you still fight?"

Can you still fight?

"Yes!"

Countless voices melted into one.

They are all ants-like loose cultivators, and in the East China Sea, they are existences that no one cares about.

If you can kill the great monk today, and you can come and go in the endless black armor, you will die in battle, and you are willing!

One more battle, that is, ten more battles, and a hundred more battles!

Han Muye drew his sword and smiled, and rushed into the demonic aura in front of him again.

"Then fight again—"

The blood-colored dragon followed closely behind him, reaching out and swinging its tail, smashing into the bodies of the great demons.

Sword light, swirling in mid-air.

At this moment, there seemed to be the power of the Great Dao infused into the heavens and the earth, making the power of the blood-colored dragon even more magnificent.

"Everyone, you can't let Han Qixian be beautiful." Among the people of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, the sect master standing in front, wearing a pale golden robe and a golden crown on his head, chuckled, and the sword in his hand flew out.

The sword turned into a clear wind, and the sword intent on the disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect behind him coincided.

The endless wind swept together in an instant, crashing towards the demonic qi.

Those demonic qi were turbulent, and they were directly knocked out of a gap.

The blood dragon was raging, the wind was torn, and the siege of the Spirit Armor Demon Clan was directly broken into a sieve.

The strength of sword cultivation lies in this.

The black-armored demon clan surging in the sea below was pierced by the sword light, and their bodies were shattered.

As long as the sword is sharp, no one can stop the sword cultivation.

Looking at the impact of the blood dragon, the sword cultivators who followed behind Han Muye all shouted loudly.

Today's battle is really enjoyable!

Over there, the wind swirled, rolling up the black-armored demon clan in the water, and then tearing it into pieces in mid-air.

"Boom-"

Ahead, a hundred-zhang phantom appeared, and a spear slammed into the wind scroll.

Above the spear, the cyan demon light was like a big hand, holding the wind in place.

Great Monk of the Gods!

The Spirit Armor Demon Clan already has a god-transforming powerhouse!

This is not good news for the Tianxuan cultivation world.

Han Muye's face was solemn, and the sword in his hand was condensed.

The wind scroll of the Qingfeng Sword Sect was frozen by the Great Cultivator of the Transformation Spirit, and he lost the strength to advance again.

The Sect Master of the Qingfeng Sword Sect had a gloomy face, attracting the strength of everyone behind him, but he could only confront the Great Cultivator of the Transformation God.

The water surface below was surging, and the three breaths that were not inferior to the overhaul of the gods in front of them converged.

The Black Armor Demon Clan still has three god overhauls coming!

The faces of the Heavenly Realm powerhouses of the Qingfeng Sword Sect all changed.

Three more gods overhauled, the Qingfeng Sword Sect was destroyed, and there was no power to return to the sky.

Han Muye's eyes shone with a bright divine light, looking at the water below.

I thought that the Spirit Armor Demon Clan was smart, and they would only wait and see when they were fighting.

Unexpectedly, they really dared to participate in the Dao dispute.

It's just a free-range specimen outside the dam, and you really think you can become the master of this world?

Ignorant.

In that case, let's clean up the Spirit Armor Demon Clan in this fish pond first!

With a flash of killing intent, Han Muye stepped out and raised the sword in his hand.

"Fellow Daoists of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, I have a sword named Fuyun San."

"This sword is a wind vein swordsmanship, please watch it."

Han Muye's voice fell, and the sword in his hand turned into a breeze.

The breeze gathers and scatters and falls in the wind.

The wind that had been fixed shattered and turned into thousands of ways.

The originally solid wind was scattered and scattered, with nowhere to focus.

The spear of the Great Monk of the Black Armor of the Transformation God lost its point of strength and immediately hit the air.

"After the clouds disperse, it is the reunion of the wind and clouds, and the Nine Heavens Dragon!"

Han Muye's left palm flipped over, and the left and right swords were staggered.

The right hand turns into wind.

Left hand condensation.

Wind Vein Swordsmanship, Second Sword, Wind and Cloud Gathering!

Water Vein Swordsmanship, the Third Sword, Nine Dragons Yin!

The power of the two swords is superimposed, turning into a change in the wind and clouds, and the sky changes color for thousands of miles!

The wind and clouds meet, the nine dragons sing!

Sword of the Storm!

The sword light caused the East China Sea vapor to turn into nine thousand-zhang long dragons.

The clouds were surging, and the wind was converging, and the sword intent of the Qingfeng Sword Sect was combined, sweeping in all directions.

Borrow the power of heaven and earth, borrow the power of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

Han Muye stood in the void, his heart was clear, and the sword light in his hand vibrate.

There is law in the sword, and there is power in the sword.

The way of the sword is the way of heaven.

The East China Sea Heavenly Dao is in the sword, which is the meeting of the wind and clouds, and the dragon soars for nine days.

I just happened to be at the right time.

"This is the Tao dispute......"

The battle between heaven and earth.

Among them, the creatures are just at the right time.

Whoever can take advantage of the situation is the Great Dao Seed.

Yourself, that is!

"Roar—"

The nine dragons roared, causing the wind and clouds to roll upside down, and the cloud pillars condensed, becoming a flying white tiger.

The dragon and tiger each occupy one side and target the black-armored demon among them.

The three black-armored demon clan gods who poked their heads out of the water moved, and then quietly disappeared.

Too strong.

The power of the Nine Dragons and One Tiger in the sky has surpassed the Heavenly Realm.

This pure power does not involve the cycle of cause and effect.

"Boom-"

The white tiger slapped it with one claw, and the spear was handed out by the black-armored monk who was fixed in it.

The tiger claw collided with the spear, the spear exploded, and half of the spear flew out, Han Muye reached out and held it.

A magic weapon, shattered with one blow, and the Great Cultivation of the God retreated, and the face full of black scales showed fear.

Before he could stand still, nine long dragons had already collided.

"Boom-"

The long dragon shattered and turned into a flood of sword light.

Articles 2, 3, 4......

Nine dragons eventually converged on a cocoon of sword light, enveloping a god overhaul in it.

The demonic aura is scattered, and the blood is permeated.

In mid-air, the roar of the god overhaul spread through.

Below, the surface of the water gradually calms down.

A god overhaul, wrapped in a light cocoon, grinding layer by layer!

What a shock!

All the black-armored demons retreated in fear, hiding their bodies beneath the water's surface.

No one wants to be the next being to be killed.

The scattered demonic qi and blood qi dispersed in all directions, and many of them landed in front of the surrounding sword cultivators, enveloping them.

The power of a god-transforming monk feeds back!

Several out-of-body sword cultivators standing in front of the Qingfeng Sword Sect were ecstatic, stretched out their hands, and sensed the power of the gods.

On their bodies, there is a rippling sword aura.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, the originally surging demonic qi slowly retreated.

The Sect Master of the Qingfeng Sword Sect took a step forward and bowed his hand towards Han Muye: "Han Qixian, today's kindness-"

Before he finished speaking, Han Muye's double sword was raised: "What kind of kindness, Han Muye came to the East China Sea to challenge, this battle is quite enjoyable." ”

Only talk about challenges, not kindness.

It's all sword cultivation, it's easy to bleed, but it's hard to bend over.

Hearing Han Muye's words, a smile appeared on the face of the Qingfeng Sword Sect Master.

"Fellow Daoists, the Black Armor Demon Clan is temporarily retreating, and there are still great cultivators behind, and they will never let it go."

Han Muye's gaze swept in the direction of the mountain gate of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, and his face was solemn: "I don't know if there is a fellow Daoist who is willing to fight with Han again?" ”

One more rush?

Everyone in the Qingfeng Sword Sect was stunned.

As soon as you repel the Black Armor Demon Clan, you will rush to kill?

Han Muye raised his hand, and countless sword pills appeared in mid-air like stars.

"The name of the sword pill, if you want to come to the East China Sea sword cultivation, you will not be unfamiliar, Han came to the East China Sea and brought 100,000 sword pills, and those who are willing to go with Han Muye can take one for themselves."

Jian Dan!

It was rumored in the Imperial City of Zhongzhou that outside the realm, 360,000 Dan Xiu could defeat the saints with their sword pills.

In the Tianxuan World, a sword pill will be sold for 30 million spirit stones, and it is still priceless.

Unexpectedly, Han Qixian from the Western Xinjiang came with 100,000 sword pills today.

Everyone in the Qingfeng Sword Sect looked at the sword pill in the sky, with a strange expression on their faces.

This guy is not afraid of being robbed?