"Roar—"

The three-zhang white tiger roared, with a wind roll, and instantly appeared behind Han Muye, and then raised its front paws and slapped it fiercely.

Han Muye, who was standing in place, did not move, stretched out his hand and pulled out the Qing Ying Sword from the sword box behind his back, and slashed towards the left side.

"Thorn-"

A white tiger tail drops.

The previous whip was fake, but the long-tail whip kill was real.

The White Tiger Method, Han Muye had studied it on Jiuxuan Mountain before.

A sword broke the tail of the white tiger, and the face of the Taoist in front of him sank.

The ferocity of the severed-tailed white tiger was stimulated, and the figure of the forward pounce was paused, and it bit when it opened its mouth.

Han Muye snorted lightly, and a shadow of the tyrant appeared behind him.

"The power of the bloodline of the divine beast!"

The Taoist on the other side exclaimed.

The white tiger slammed headfirst into the back armor of the tyrant, his body trembled, and then dissipated.

Reappeared, already on the side of the Taoist.

"Divine beast bloodline, good, good." The Taoist gritted his teeth, and the spiritual light in his hand turned into a snare.

"Kill you, extract blood, and the deity can get a domineering divine beast."

The snare was under the hood of Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head and raised the sword in his hand.

Without the power of the gods, he can't see that he is the body of a divine beast.

The person in front of him also regarded his power as the bloodline of a divine beast.

The difference between the body of the divine beast and the bloodline of the divine beast is millions of times different in strength!

When the snare was over, Han Muye's body moved, and he directly bumped into it.

The golden snare, every strand of rope is full of entangled power, and even the magic weapon and long sword cannot be cut directly.

Caught in this snare, I am afraid that the out-of-body monk will also be restrained.

Jin Xuan Dao Sect let this Dao person take over the first battle, and he does have some ability.

Seeing Han Muye crashing into the snare head-on, a smile appeared on the Taoist's face.

The ridiculousness was revealed, and it froze directly on his face.

The snare that was comparable to a first-class magic weapon was smashed by Han Muye.

Han Muye's strength did not decrease, and he smashed down on his head.

The Taoist was at a loss for a while, and was smashed by Han Muye's punch to break the talisman aura around his body, and the fist hit the bridge of his nose.

"Click-"

Half of his head is crooked.

Han Muye shook his head.

Cultivators of the spiritual path are not good at this, once they are close to each other, they will not be able to exert three percent of their combat power.

"Hum—"

The long sword in Han Muye's hand shook, and the sword qi shone.

The Taoist who sat down showed horror on his face, and several golden talismans flew out of his body, as well as various spiritual lights, and then the spiritual light flashed, and the Yuan Shen fled.

It's also decisive, and he doesn't want his body directly, and he escapes from the original spirit.

Seeing that he was out of his body, Han Muye smiled on his face.

No wonder, this guy is clearly snatching away.

Its original spirit turned out to be an old Taoist with a white beard and white hair.

If it was a real battle, maybe Han Muye would have to work hard.

But the out-of-body spirit is in front of him, and that is the lamb to the slaughter.

The sword of the primordial god shook, and a sword light flickered, slashing the white-bearded and white-haired old Taoist figure.

After the three swords, the Taoist spirit was weak, like a piece of thin paper.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, the Daoist turned around and looked at Han Muye, and then set his gaze on the abandoned flesh.

"Hey, sure enough, you said it, even if I take you away, I won't live for a hundred years."

The Taoist shook his head and whispered: "In the end, I am my most outstanding junior, am I really wrong......"

When the words fell, his primordial spirit couldn't hold on any longer, and there was a soft sound, as if the foam had burst and turned into nothingness.

In the void, only a faint divine light and aura remained.

An out-of-body overhaul, falling.

"Hum—"

With the fall of this person, those pillars of light around him rushed towards Han Muye and turned into a spirit array.

The people of the Golden Xuandao Gate didn't spare their hands.

Han Muye let out a long laugh, raised the sword in his hand, and the sword light swayed, tearing the spirit array in front of him with a single sword.

A sword spanned a hundred miles, and when the sword light dissipated, he was already standing a hundred miles away.

"When—"

The sword light was blocked by a spear.

But before the spear could be withdrawn, Han Muye had already stabbed out again with a sword, chasing the spear.

The blade of the sword slashed forward, slashing the aura and soul wrapped around the spear.

There was a cry of pain in the distance.

The magic weapon of the Divine Soul Imperial Envoy, Han Muye was happy to accept this spear.

Reaching out and grabbing the fallen spear, the sword qi was unceremoniously poured directly into the body of the spear.

"Boom-"

The spear that was originally struggling with spiritual light like a snake was directly shaken, and the divine light exploded and the spirit dissipated.

The spirituality of a good magic weapon was shattered.

Anyway, it's not the spirituality that you have cultivated, so what's the use of keeping it?

The sword qi entered the body of the spear, and a picture of the Dao Dao appeared in Han Muye's mind.

The process of refining the spear, the process of the master of the spear practicing marksmanship, and the identity of the master of the spear in the Golden Xuandao Gate.

The suzerain's descendant?

Han Muye smiled softly, held the spear, and his body moved, and he had already fallen ten miles away.

The young man in pale cyan chain mail looked panicked, raised his hand and a dark golden spear, and greeted Han Muye.

The spear in Han Muye's hand was reversed, the spear blade was like a spirit snake, and he reached forward and directly wrangled the spear in the young man's hand.

"Chaos Strike? You, how can you know my inheritance marksmanship......" The young man's eyes widened, and before he could react, the spear in Han Muye's hand had already turned into a spirit snake, locking his body.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to carry the young man and flew forward.

Thousands of miles away, the Jinxuan Dao Gate Mountain Gate fell.

At this time, there was already a group of people from the Golden Xuan Dao Sect wearing cyan robes in front of him.

Standing at the forefront is the master of the Golden Xuandao Gate, the Changyu Daoist.

Changyu Daoist is an out-of-body eight-major monk, and his body is full of Taoism.

In the memory of the spear in his hand, Han Muye had seen the Changyu Daoist practice the technique, and it was indeed wonderful.

"Fellow Daoist, I don't seem to have any grudges with you, right?" Changyu Daoren looked at Han Muye and said lightly.

Behind him, those people from the Golden Xuandao Sect all had anger in their eyes.

Jin Xuan Daomen has explored everything clearly, and he has long known that Han Muye is here to save people, but now he says that he has no grudges, puts himself on the innocent side, and seizes morality.

It's a pity that Han Muye doesn't eat this set.

"Senior Changyu, it doesn't matter if you have a grudge or not." Han Muye raised the long sword in his hand and said softly, "You should know why I'm here." ”

The Changyu Daoist nodded, and a golden halo shone on his body.

"In the end, it's sword cultivation, go straight."

"Originally, it was just a few mice, and it didn't hurt if I let go of the Golden Xuandao Gate, but if you challenge it with such fanfare, the deity really can't let it go."

Changyu Daoist held a large golden seal in his hand, and his face flashed solemnly.

"Take my blow, don't die, take the person you want away."

Behind him, two disciples of the Golden Xuan Dao Sect stepped forward with two unconscious bodies in their hands.

It's a lot simpler.

Han Muye nodded and said, "Okay." ”

As Changyu Daoist said, he has no grudges with Jin Xuan Daomen, he only saves people, just takes one blow, how easy is it?

Hearing Han Muye's answer, Changyu Daoist let out a low cry and threw out the golden seal in his hand.

Magic weapon.

Best-in-class magic weapon.

And this high-grade magic weapon contains a trace of the power of the Great Dao.

This is the Golden Xuandao Gate's Zhenzong Supreme Treasure Ember Heavenly Seal, right?

From the memory of the spear, Han Muye had seen the appearance of this golden seal turning into thousands of zhang and shattering the Qianli Mountain Range with one blow.

This treasure is not only the treasure of the Jinxuan Dao Sect, but also the certificate authorized by the Jin Ming Dao Sect to seal the control of the party.

It is like the golden seal of Confucianism and Taoism in Tianxuan Zhongzhou.

This is a symbol of authority.

With the blessing of the power of the Heavenly Dao, the power of this golden seal is so great that even the Great Cultivator of the Transformation God would not dare to take it hard.

Looking at Han Muye standing in front of him, a smile appeared on the face of Changyu Daoren.

In the end, he was born in a casual cultivation, how could he know the strength of guarding the treasure?

Even the great monk who is a god double can't stop this golden seal.

The golden seal descended from the head, causing the spiritual light to shine.

The power of the entire Golden Xuandao Gate converged and turned into a Xuanwu phantom.

The Xuanwu Phantom stood on top of the golden seal and slammed down on top of Han Muye's head.

This blow is absolutely strong.

Han Muye raised his head, and the qi and blood on his body condensed.

He unsheathed his sword and pressed his feet down gently.

The waist is paused, and the horse is strided.

His right fist clenched, and the power of the divine beast converged.

There were no phantoms, some just raised their hands and struck, roaring like thunder.

With fists, welcome the golden seal!

This is the Ember Seal!

The people of the Golden Xuan Dao Gate looked at Han Muye who was swinging his fist like a fool.

No one in the world can catch the Ember Seal with their fists.

Like the force of a landslide pressing down, the wind causes the void to shake.

Everyone seemed to see the body of the person in front of them shattered.

Changyu Daoren shook his head, a chuckle on the corner of his mouth.

It's good.

Let those guys who watch the excitement see how strong the treasure of the Zhenzong of the Golden Xuandao Gate is!

Haven't many people been dissatisfied with their own sect recently?

After this blow, there will be far fewer flies and rats.

"Boom-"

The fist is connected to the seal.

The sound of the roar made the surrounding Jin Xuandao Sect disciples unconsciously retreat.

Unlike everyone who thought, Han Muye's body was not shattered by a blow, but stood in place, his arms raised, and his fists against the seal.

Blocked?

Before everyone could figure it out, they saw the golden seal vibrate, and the Xuanwu phantom body on it continued to expand and vibrate, and Xuanwu's face showed a look of pain.

"Bang-"

Xuanwu's body shattered.

"Boom-"

The golden Ember Heavenly Seal was directly shattered and turned into countless fragments!

The treasure of Zhenzong is broken!

A treasure that can suppress thousands of miles and envelop a piece of luck was shattered by a punch!

Except for the roaring sound, for a while, there was no sound in a radius of thousands of miles.

Han Muye glanced at the scattered golden seals, and quietly clamped a piece and landed in the palm of his hand.

He looked up at the trembling and pale face of the Changyu Daoren.

"Senior, I won."

Changyu Daoist was stunned for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, the disciple behind him threw the two figures carried by him towards Han Muye.

Han Muye swayed two rays of spiritual light, wrapped the figure, and then let go of the young man from the Golden Xuandao Gate who he had grabbed and took away the magic weapon spear.

"Offended, farewell." Han Muye led the two figures and turned around and left.

This is to save people, the purpose has been achieved, there is no need to stay for a long time.

Outside the mountain gate of the Golden Xuandao Gate, everyone looked at their own door master carefully.

The expression on Changyu Daoren's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Close the mountain gate, raise the mountain protection formation, and gather the disciples from all over the place to return." ”

The treasure of Zhenzong was shattered, the power of heaven and earth was devoured, and the coveted forces everywhere would not let go of the opportunity.

"Sword Cultivator, Han Muye, you wait for ......" Changyu Daoist gritted his teeth.

Han Muye flew away with two figures, and in front, Tu Sunshi, Du Mingtao and others ushered in.

When they saw Han Muye, their eyes fell on the two figures he was carrying, and their faces changed.

"Han Gongzi, they are not Sun Zhan and Lu Yunyi!" Du Mingtao shouted.

No?

Han Muye frowned.

Jin Xuan Daomen dares to violate morality and make truth with falsehood?

As soon as the two figures that were carried out struggled, the spiritual light on their bodies turned into golden light and shadow, devouring Han Muye.

"Boom-"

Self-destruct!

The radius is hundred, and the void is shattered!