There are countless kendo inheritances in the world, power sword, meaning sword, magic sword, close body, royal sword, enter the Tao with the sword, and turn the sword into the sword......

The path of sword cultivation is the condensation of the world's cultivation path.

And on the path of sword cultivation, Han Muye has already gone a long way!

At this time, the long sword was in hand, the saint was in front, and what he had in his heart was surging with blood.

From the beginning of Xuanyuan swordsmanship, to the convergence of sword intent, to the sword formation, to the imperial sword, to the condensation of the sword of the Yuan God, along the way, he has seen the endless scenery of the road of swordsmanship.

He has comprehended the swordsmanship of time.

He returned ten thousand swords to one sword.

He turned one sword into ten thousand swords.

He traveled 100,000 miles and created countless swordsmanship.

He should have been sanctified by the way of the sword a long time ago.

The sword is in the hand, the blood is burning!

"Boom-"

The sword light directly shattered the heavens and the earth, and the crimson star sky light below shattered in response.

The sword light was blazing, and it seemed to scorch all the obstacles and burn through the heavens and the earth!

Han Muye slashed out with a sword, and the face of the sword path saint in front of him turned solemn.

The sword weapon in his hand was pointed out without hesitation, blocking in front of Han Muye's sword blade.

"When—"

The long swords clashed, and the crisp sound of sword groans resounded.

The sword light in Han Muye's hand broke inch, and then turned into nothing.

The sword of a kendo saint is not something that he can take from his current cultivation realm.

If it weren't for the rules of the Dao Battle, under this sword, he and the sword in his hand would have turned into a cloud of smoke.

"Hum—"

The sword weapon in Han Muye's hand shook, and then turned into a clear long sword.

Lingbao.

This is the spiritual treasure of the Wanhe sword box, which is made up of ten thousand swords, ten thousand swords are continuous, and one sword is not broken.

Han Muye's sword in his hand reunited, making the sword saint on the opposite side look moved.

"Lingbao!"

With a low snort, his eyes were full of greed, staring at Han Muye: "Remember, it was the deity Bai Zhanye who killed you." ”

Bai Zhanye.

Kendo saint.

Han Muye raised his hand, the sword was in the palm of his hand, and the blade of the sword pointed forward.

Without a word of nonsense, his sword light condensed into a line.

Fighting with such a strong man, he directly used ten thousand swords to return to the sect.

The sword light turned into a cyan line and crossed the void, stabbing at Bai Zhanye's chest.

This sword, with an explosive halo.

The sword light moved forward, and all the void shattered piece by piece.

Bai Zhanye's eyes widened, staring closely at the sword light falling in front of him.

The sword in his hand lifted with difficulty, and stabbed forward, mingling with the sword light.

Han Muye's sword light shattered, scattered into a stream of sword light, exploded out, and enveloped Bai Zhanye.

"With this kind of swordsmanship, you are qualified to be the opponent of the deity!" Bai Zhanye was wrapped in sword light and shouted.

The sword in his hand turned into a light wheel, facing the Dao sword light, regardless of it, swaying layer by layer.

The long sword blocked all of Han Muye's sword light.

"Boom-"

Ten breaths later, the sword light dissipated, and Bai Zhanye, who was holding the long sword, stood in place.

Ten breaths break ten thousand swords to return to the sect, this is the first time Han Muye has encountered this sword.

"What is this sword called?" Bai Zhanye looked at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, this sword was created by Master Mo Yuan, and it opened a great avenue for the world's low-level sword cultivation." Han Muye spoke loudly.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect." Bai Zhanye nodded, and raised the sword in his hand: "I also have such a sword, you can take a look." ”

The sword in his hand loosened, and the blade turned into a hummingbird.

This hummingbird has just taken shape, and it has already incarnated into tens of millions!

One sword turns into ten thousand swords!

Han Muye's eyes flashed with a fine light, as if thunder was intertwined.

The road of the world, different paths to the same end!

He stepped out, and the sword light slashed straight down.

One sword, but accompanied by ten thousand sword lights.

One sword, turn into ten thousand swords!

"Thorn-"

A sword split the hummingbird, and then ten thousand sword lights enveloped all the hummingbirds.

All the hummingbirds were chopped.

But instead of disappearing, these hummingbirds have become more hummingbirds.

Every hummingbird is a sword aura.

Just like the sword intent that gathered in Han Muye's sea of qi at the beginning, a single sword intent could transform into 128,000 sword qi.

In an instant, Han Muye was surrounded by countless hummingbirds.

Bai Zhanye across from him smiled.

"The swordsmanship of Zhanye Daoyou is really breathtaking, and the poor monks only see it." Behind Bai Zhanye, the holy monk wearing a robe folded his hands and opened his mouth low.

Shrouded in sword light, it was impossible for Han Muye to get out.

This battle is over.

Bai Zhanye laughed and said lightly: "This son is a bit talented in swordsmanship, but it's a pity-"

Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly froze.

Ahead, hummingbirds' bodies trembled, and then turned into golden lotus flowers!

One hundred thousand golden lotuses were with him, and Han Muye walked out slowly.

Bai Zhanye's sword intent was directly transformed by Han Muye!

"This, how is this possible-" Bai Zhanye's eyes widened and he exclaimed.

Han Muye's face was indifferent, he raised his hand, and the sword in his hand stabbed out again.

It was the third sword he stabbed.

The first sword is returned to the sect.

The second sword turns into ten thousand.

At this time, the third sword was unremarkable, just a faint sword light moving forward.

Fighting against a real kendo overhaul, whether it is Han Muye or the other party, the means that can be used are limited.

This is also why the strong fight each other, often for ten years and a hundred years.

Han Muye stabbed out with a sword in a bland manner, Bai Zhanye's body moved, and he quickly retreated.

"You've mastered kendo to this extent!"

Staring at the golden lotus accompanying Han Muye, Bai Zhanye shouted in panic: "Master Shi Ming and I will shoot together, this son's kendo talent is too rebellious, and it must not be kept!" ”

The talent is too rebellious to stay!

These words made the monk behind Bai Zhanye stunned.

What kind of person can be evaluated like this by a kendo saint.

This is still a kendo talent!

"My generation's sword cultivation is all step-by-step, comprehending the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, until the transcendent becomes holy."

"But there are amazing and brilliant people, and practicing swordsmanship is to see through the truth of swordsmanship."

Bai Zhanye's voice sounded, and there was fear in it.

The sword in his hand was raised, blocking Han Muye's third sword with all his might.

It was only the sword that came out, and his face turned pale.

"Sure enough!"

With a low shout, he directly gave up the sword in his hand, and his body retreated in defeat!

"Boom-"

Han Muye's sword wrapped his sword, devoured it, and then reversed it!

The monk's eyes were opened and closed, and there was a flash of golden light.

He flew forward, landed in front of the sword light, folded his hands, chanted the Buddha's name in his mouth, and a golden bronze bell stood in front of him.

"Thorn-"

The sword slammed into the bell, sending out dazzling sparks.

The expression on the face of the monk Shi Ming also changed instantly, staring at the sword light in front of him.

"Without entering the reincarnation of cause and effect, this sword is the way to break the heavens and the earth!"

The way of the sword, the way to break the stand!

Han Muye cultivated his sword and saw through the essence of kendo early.

His sword has long been beyond the artistic conception.

Bai Zhanye sanctified with the way of the sword, but he only entered the sanctification, far from the point where he could break the world with the way of the sword.

This was the reason why he saw Han Muye's third sword's expression change.

Han Muye's second sword gave birth to all things and turned his hummingbird into a golden lotus, and he already felt that something was wrong.

The sword of destruction of the third sword, he didn't dare to take it at all.

Then, he will directly face the power of the destruction of the realm.

The point is that this power needs to be defused by him with his own kendo.

It's a pity that he hasn't yet comprehended this level and is completely powerless to dissolve this sword.

"Boom-"

The big bell in the hand of the monk was shattered, and he took a few steps back and stood beside Bai Zhanye.

Bai Zhanye and Shi Ming both had regrets on their faces.

Shi Ming regretted that one of his treasures was destroyed like this.

Bai Zhanye regretted that his kendo cultivation was not enough, and he could not comprehend Han Muye's sword.

If he can comprehend this sword with his own cultivation, then he is not a Sword Saint, but a Sword Ancestor!

"It's a pity......"

Bai Zhanye sighed.

Shi Ming nodded painfully.

Han Muye held a sword in his hand and stood three hundred zhang away.

Above his head, the sword light of Zhou Tian's sword array shone like stars.

At this time, those Heavenly Xuan Heavenly Realms on the Crimson Star had already come one after another, and everyone looked at the sword light in the sky, as well as Han Muye, who was standing in the sky, and their eyes widened.

Suppress millions of armies with one sword, resisting the Five Thousand Heavenly Realm.

What's even more terrifying is that there are two saints standing in front of Han Muye.

This kind of combat power, even Wenxiang can't do it, right?

"Master Shiming, I will kill him today." Bai Zhanye gritted his teeth, and another sword appeared in his hand.

Shi Ming nodded, and a golden Zen staff in his hand vibrate, emitting a misty Buddha light.

Han Muye turned his head and glanced at the cultivators of the Heavenly Xuan World who had walked out of the Crimson Star.

Almost, all together.

Raising his hand, Bai Zhanye fell into his hands before.

The sword qi was infused, and the picture flashed.

Bai Zhanye's background power, the power behind it, and the swordsmanship he practiced all emerged one by one.

"Ten thousand yuan world, Tuyuan Sword Sect."

Han Muye's eyes were surging.

This kendo saint is not a person from the fairy world, but a person who comes to find an opportunity outside the land of Dao contention.

However, he chose the fairy world.

Also, judging from the current general trend of the land of Dao Contention, there are not many people who do not choose immortals.

The power displayed by Tianxuan is really too weak.

Comprehend the method of breaking the sword of the element.

Comprehend the Thirteen Swords of the Yuan Spirit.

Comprehend the Bounded Sword Technique.

……

Han Muye's mind all fell on Bai Zhanye's swordsmanship inheritance, and it was quickly deduced.

Only by knowing himself and knowing that he has won all battles and mastering the way of the opponent's swordsmanship can he be invincible.

In the void, the sword light and qi and blood in the sky were intertwined.

Han Muye, who was originally a sword formation to resist the army, suddenly raised his hand.

"Boom-"

All the sword light was retracted, shining like a star around him.

With the blessing of the sword array and the spiritual treasure in his hand, Han Muye's eyes were full of battle intent.

"The prime minister wants to behead the saint, and the others will hand it over to you, no problem, right?" Han Muye's voice was full of blood-boiling battle intent.

Slash the saint!

Sword slash saint!

At this moment, all the Heavenly Xuan cultivators behind him had surging battle intent surging and becoming one.

Whether it is Confucianism or Taoism, or Taoism, at this moment, they are all from the Heavenly Realm of the Heavenly Xuan World.

At this moment, they were all fighting side by side with Han Muye.

At this moment, they want to witness Han Muye's sword slashing the saint!

Such an opportunity, once in a lifetime!

"No!"

Qian Yiming bowed and drank.

"No!"

All the robes and big sleeves of Confucianism and Taoism bowed down.

"No—"

Daomen Heavenly Realm all hands were bowed together.

At this moment, outside the heavenly dome, the spiritual light and qi and blood condensed into a golden flying dragon, this dragon shadow was a million feet long, and directly wrapped most of the crimson stars.

"Aang—"

The dragon roared, crashing into the assembled formation.

Han Muye smiled, and the sword in his hand pointed at Bai Zhanye.

Bai Zhanye and Shi Ming glanced at each other, their faces were solemn, and the Zen staff and long sword were raised at the same time.

Han Muye's sword formation, spirit treasure, coupled with his own cultivation and kendo comprehension, made them have to deal with it carefully.

"I once traveled 100,000 miles and created 36,000 swordsmanship."

"In fact, in the final analysis, the swordsmanship of the world is just an attacking skill."

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, stepped forward, and stabbed out with the sword in his hand.

This sword carried ten thousand hummingbirds and rushed towards Bai Zhanye.

Bai Zhanye was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Huayuan Swordsmanship, how is it possible-"

This is his sect's Zhenzong swordsmanship, he himself is only comprehending the skin, how can the other party perform it so easily!

But this swordsmanship is light and agile, and one after another flying birds and phantoms appear, what is it if it is not his own Zhenzong swordsmanship?

Seeing this swordsmanship, Shi Ming was stunned, a golden light condensed in his eyes, and his figure quietly retreated.

At the moment when he retreated, the hummingbirds that had originally rushed towards Bai Zhanye turned directly and crashed in front of Shi Ming.

Really!

Shi Ming's face sank, and the Zen staff in his hand waved, turning into a golden streamer.

"Bang-"

All the hummingbirds were stopped.

The hummingbird crashed into the staff and shattered.

But in the next moment, the shattered bodies of these hummingbirds converged and directly turned into golden geese!

is not as divided as Bai Zhanye before, but condensed into a stronger Hongyan.

Hong Yan's speed was extremely fast, turned around, and wrapped himself in Bai Zhanye on the side.

Bai Zhanye was already stunned by this sword light, and at this time, he was in a hurry, and he used all his strength to block the impact of the wild goose.

"Boom-"

A wild goose was knocked away by the sword in Bai Zhanye's hand.

The wild goose's body slammed into the celestial wall light curtain of the crimson star below.

The already condensed light curtain exploded, and the entire star began to turmoil!

But a wild goose has the power to shatter a realm!

Those Tianxuan cultivators in the back were dumbfounded.

This is the real clash of great monks, with the light of a sword, it can shatter a realm!

The sword light and wild geese that are divided by thousands of worlds are not going to shatter thousands of worlds!

Is this Han Muye's true strength?

Han Muye, who has this kind of combat power, can actually suppress Tianxuan alone, and he can resist countless strong people alone.

He brought the powerhouse of the Taixuan Heaven Realm to the outside of the realm this time, it turned out that it was really just to give everyone a chance!

It was only at this moment that everyone saw that from beginning to end, the Dao Gate in the southeast of Tianxuan was a joke in front of Han Muye, the new Han Xiang.

The world of such a strong person is completely beyond their guessing.

"Boom-"

All the wild geese were slashed by the sword in Bai Zhanye's hand.

But the expression on his face was even more solemn.

The golden fragments in front of him fused one by one, turning into golden doves and eagles with blood red!

The body is too large, the wings are spread three feet, and the claws and beaks of each dove eagle are shining with cold light.

"Thorn-"

The long claws of a dove eagle blocked Bai Zhanye's long sword.

Bai Zhanye's figure retreated.

Instantly.

But when he looked up, he trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand.

Those doves didn't chase after them at all!

All the doves and eagles crashed into Shi Ming at this time, without hesitation.

It wasn't until this moment that Han Muye smiled on his face.

With Bai Zhanye's inheritance of swordsmanship, he divided the alliance between Bai Zhanye and Shi Ming, and urged the power of sword light to repel Bai Zhanye.

However, from beginning to end, the first thing he wanted to kill was not Bai Zhanye, but, Shi Ming!

Bai Zhanye, who had already been figured out by him, was no longer a threat to him.

"Boom-"

The eagle has been crashing in front of Shi Ming.

Shi Ming's face was swollen red, and the shadow of a golden Buddha was condensed in front of him.

This is his incarnation of the primordial god, a transcendent and holy being.

If it weren't for the suppression of Dao Zheng, this incarnation would be able to directly suppress Han Muye.

But at this time, this avatar did not block the impact of the three dove eagles.

"Bang-"

When the three dove eagles shattered, the shadow of the Buddha shattered.

The golden Zen staff in Shi Ming's hand was released, and the Zen staff turned into a Buddha building, blocking in front of him layer by layer.

He recited scriptures in his mouth, and his whole body was shrouded in Buddha light, turning into a golden armor god general.

At this time, the power of Shi Ming has reached the extreme of the Heavenly Realm.

Such a powerful defensive force could never be broken in the land of contention.

It wasn't until the golden dragon shadows appeared in front of him, and the light of the scriptures was intertwined, that Shi Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up, but saw Han Muye with a smile on his face.

What do you mean?

His eyes fell on the stopped eagle, and Shi Ming couldn't stop trembling.

The dove eagles collided with each other and turned into a peacock with a ten-foot body.

This peacock has a power to dissolve all things!

It was born from the power of geomagnetism, but it far exceeded any power between heaven and earth.

"Whoa—"

The peacock opened its mouth, and the five-colored halo wrapped Shi Ming, and then swallowed it directly into its abdomen.

A saint was swallowed directly!

Shi Ming folded his hands, closed his eyes and fell into the peacock's body, and then disappeared with the peacock's body.

Without the light of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, the interpretation did not fall directly.

But at this time, this Buddhist saint no longer knows where he is.

Han Muye turned his head and looked at Bai Zhanye, whose body was shaking like a sieve.

"Wan Magnetic Heavy Ming Swordsmanship, this is, this is the lost swordsmanship of my Tuyuan Sword Sect, how are you, how can you-"

This swordsmanship is lost.

Bai Zhanye has only repaired the defects.

But Han Muye used this incomplete swordsmanship to derive a more complete and powerful swordsmanship.

The five-colored peacock directly devoured a saint with the power of ten thousand magnets.

Who can not be afraid of this kind of swordsmanship?

Han Muye's sword was raised.

Bai Zhanye's face was pale, his body was stunned, and he retreated frantically.

Escape!

A sword path saint, facing the sword of a sword cultivator, actually escaped like this!

In front of the tens of millions of troops, in front of countless Heavenly Realm powerhouses, a saint fled like this.

At this moment, it was as if the heavens and the earth had collapsed, and the originally magnificent military array was instantly shattered.

The saints have fled, what can they do?

"Kill!"

Han Muye did not hesitate and snorted.

The 10,000 Heavenly Realms behind him turned into a long dragon and rushed out directly.

No one dares to disobey Han Muye's will!

"Boom-"

The long dragon smashed through the formation, shattering countless soldiers.

At this time, Han Muye turned around and looked at the crimson star below.

Bai Zhanye fled.

If Bai Zhanye didn't escape, he should be able to sense the turbulence of the aura on Han Muye's body at this time.

His Han Muye's aura cultivation was only a novice god, and relying on swordsmanship and kendo cultivation to suppress a saint was already his limit.

If Bai Zhanye had a sword just now, Han Muye could only give up suppressing Shi Ming.

Although he said that he would behead two saints, he was only talking.

It's too difficult to behead two saints directly.

But at this time, Bai Zhanye fled.

Han Muye looked at the crimson star in front of him with a smile on his face.

Back then, Tianxuan Dao Ancestor refined the debut Yuan Ding with a hundred-mile star.

The crimson star in front of him is much wider than a hundred miles of stars, and the light gold and iron are too valuable.

What's more, he also suppressed a saint in his hands.

If you don't come to refine the weapon if you don't have such a good opportunity, you will be struck by lightning.

Based on a realm of stars and a saint's spirit, the treasures refined in this way can impress those Dao Ancestors who are watching.

Han Muye raised his head and looked into the depths of the void space.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew that at this time, countless Dao Ancestor's powerful eyes and divine thoughts fell on him.

"Chongbao is moving, I don't believe you won't end early."

Han Muye raised his hand with a move, and the long dragon of ten thousand Heavenly Xuantian Realm cultivators' power gathered led endless qi and blood, turned into flames, and wrapped the crimson star below.

In his palm, a Buddha phantom was shrouded in colorful light and smashed down directly.

"Star refiner, saint into the spirit, madman ......" In the void, a whisper sounded.