With the power of one person, the army of the fairy world alone!

Behind Han Muye, the cultivators of the Heavenly Xuan World had a look of grief and indignation in their eyes.

If their own cultivation is enough, they are also willing to go forward and fight to the death.

But with so many major repairs, their lives are meaningless.

The only person in this realm who can stop the army of immortals is only one person.

Han Muye.

Tianxuan Han Xiang.

"Hum—"

Without the slightest wait, he directly sent the puppet of the Divine Court and slashed at Han Muye.

The power controlled by the Divine Court puppet was stronger than that of the Divine Court Secret Guard, and with a single sword, it instantly froze the void within a radius of thousands of miles.

If this sword couldn't be stopped, not only Han Muye, but also so many Tianxuan cultivators behind him would fall together.

It is said that Han Muye was only killed, but in fact, Han Muye fell, how could he still leave a cultivator in the Tianxuan World?

Honor and disgrace are life and death.

The long sword in Han Muye's hand shone with a dazzling halo.

Behind him, the sevenfold sword tower lit up layer by layer.

In the midst of the illusion, another nine-story sword tower was also layered with a halo of cash color.

It's just that the nine-story sword tower is hidden in the illusion, and except for Han Muye himself, outsiders can't see it.

Thirty million standard long swords, millions of sword weapons of various grades collected over the years, at this moment, in the sword tower behind Han Muye, the sword light turned into stars.

Hiding the sword for a hundred years, just for one day.

Just like when he went to the Sword Pavilion on Jiuxuan Mountain, he cultivated the sword trick, Jiazi was a sword, and a sword was against the heavenly realm.

It turns out that the path of cultivation is the same in the end.

When the sword in Han Muye's hand was raised, the light in his eyes was clear, just like when his soul was condensed into a sword to resist the Wind Spirit Sword Sect at the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain.

Practice, it turns out that this heart has never changed.

A hundred years have passed, and the original intention has not changed!

"I'm a sword cultivator."

"There is a sword in my heart."

"A sword in your hand."

"My sword," Han Muye's voice resounded, the sword stabbed forward, and rushed forward: "Protect everything I want to protect." ”

The way of the sword is the way to break the stand, it can break all things, but what is the standing?

It is the thought of the heart, and it is the peace of the heart.

With the hilt of the sword in hand, the heart is at peace.

Han Muye's mind changed rapidly after a sword stabbed out.

He had the feeling that he was incarnated as a sword, and that man and sword were one.

His Divine Soul Sword Intent has been condensed into the Divine Soul Sword, if the Yuan Shen and the physical body are combined, it will be a step further and step into the realm of a saint.

"When—"

The long sword collided with the long swing, the roar was tumbling, and the clouds were scattered.

The Tianxuan world shook, and all kinds of forces on the heavenly dome were intertwined, and the spiritual light shone brightly.

Han Muye's figure stood in place, pointing forward with the sword in his hand.

The tall body of the Divine Court puppet slammed backwards, and it was not until ten miles away that it froze its body.

In the void, whether it was those Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Dao Dispute or those powerhouses in the Immortal Spirit World, they all looked at Han Muye, who was still in shape, with a shocked expression.

A sword shook off the puppet of the Divine Court, can anyone in the world really do it?

The power of the puppet of the Divine Court, but in charge of the immortal treasure, one person can fight the existence of Tianzun.

Even if this realm is closed because of the Dao struggle, it can only show the power of the saint, but the combat power of the puppet of the Divine Court is also the peak of the saint realm.

"Tianxuan Han Xiang is already strong to this extent?" A Dao Ancestor whispered a little distractedly.

From presiding over the witness battle to the present, although Han Muye has been outside the monitoring many times, it has only been a hundred years, how can Han Muye improve to such combat power?

The other Dao Ancestors were all silent.

Han Muye can be said to have grown up step by step under their eyes.

Such a proud character is to watch his growth, and it is also a happy thing in people's hearts.

"It's a pity, no matter how strong he is, today is also a mortal situation......" A Dao Ancestor shook his head, and there was regret in his thoughts.

Sorry for Han Muye's fall.

Ten miles away, Dangwu's eyes narrowed, and a faint killing intent appeared on his body.

The spiritual light in his hand turned into silk threads, and one by one penetrated into the void.

Behind him, the originally dull face of the Divine Court puppet showed a hint of agility.

In the void, the three days cultivators on the flying boats had cold faces, looking at the battlefield in front of them.

Han Muye held the sword in his hand, and the sword light condensed again.

"Boom-"

The puppet of the Divine Court wrapped in wind and thunder flew over, slashed horizontally with a long knife, and then took the blood-colored long dragon and wrapped it directly towards Han Muye.

The sword light tore through the void, and the sword turned into a dragon shadow.

The sound of the dragon's groan resounded, and the sword light went straight into the heart, shocking the soul.

The imprisonment of qi, blood and aura, this knife is the pinnacle of sword art in the world.

The puppet of the Divine Court made countless people change color with one sword.

There are very few cultivators in the world who can cultivate the sword technique to this sword.

"In ancient times, there was a sword power Wang Zhengwu, a long knife swept the world, and later, this predecessor stepped on Sendai and went to the fairy world ......"

A Dao Ancestor who witnessed the Dao dispute widened his eyes and whispered in his mouth, and his thoughts were instantly messy.

The power of the sword.

Ascension to the Immortal Realm.

"Impossible, impossible......" someone whispered blankly, gritting his teeth and staring at the puppet.

"Wang Zhengwu has a trick to break mountains and rivers, and that knife can cut off the aura of heaven and earth and block the world." Someone stared at the puppet, his spirit was shaken, and his heart was tense.

The long knife slashed horizontally, and the sword in Han Muye's hand was handed out again.

"When—"

Within 10,000 miles, the aura was directly shocked into nothingness, and countless Tianxuan cultivators' bodies could not stabilize and fell directly.

Those flying boats in the fairy world also had to retreat.

The sword qi on Han Muye's body shattered, and the whole person flew out upside down, and the sword light on the seven-story sword tower behind him swayed, as if it was about to disperse immediately.

The puppet of the Divine Court holding the long knife stood in its place, and the long knife in his hand was raised again.

The evil qi on Dangwuwu's body rose, and the whole body slowly weakened, almost fusing with the puppet.

"Han Muye, I have never been afraid of fighting with Wen Mosheng for thousands of years."

"Because he is a man who can keep it, but he has no sharpness."

"But you're different." Looking at Han Muye, the killing intent in his eyes condensed.

Appreciation, cooperation.

In the end, we still have to live and die.

Since there is a division between life and death, it is impossible to keep your hands.

Dang Wuwu is a great power and a hero.

He has been able to suppress the fairy world for countless years, relying not only on his strong combat power, but also on his ruthless means.

At this time, his heroic spirit was undoubtedly displayed.

"Han Muye, tell you a secret."

"I have made an agreement with the Spirit Armor Demon Clan that if they sacrifice this world for three days after the Dao Fight, they will take action."

"With the strength of their clan, they can definitely block it for three days and make the sacrifice empty."

"Our fairy world will live forever."

"It's a pity that you can't see all this."

Maybe it was the final battle, and the sword light behind Han Muye was scattered with one sword, and the victory was in hand, and there were more worry-free words.

The killing intent on his body finally condensed into a thread, merging with the puppet behind him.

The long knife was raised, and the killing intent and battle intent were staggered, turning into a white tiger.

"Ancient Sword Intent."

"Broken mountains and rivers, really broken mountains and rivers......"

"How can this temple puppet be an ancient power that has ascended to the immortal realm......

Those Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Taoist dispute all exclaimed in surprise.

Even if there was some speculation before, I didn't dare to imagine that this scene really appeared.

The ancient power has soared to the immortal realm, why did it become a puppet and appear in this realm?

Broken mountains and rivers.

Although Han Muye didn't know this knife, he could sense the ancient power will carried by this knife.

The killing intent condensed from this knife made him feel cold.

This knife is extremely strong.

If you can't block this knife, the Tianxuan world behind you will be directly shattered by a knife.

Mountains and rivers can be broken.

It's interesting to fight with such a strong person.

His eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

The long sword in his hand pointed forward, and behind him, the sword light on the sevenfold sword tower converged again.

Behind him, the thirty million sword weapons in the Ninefold Sword Tower vibrated and turned into a long dragon of sword light.

"Senior, I have a sword, which is inherited from the ancient Great Energy Heavenly Sword God, and fused with the Ten Thousand Swords of Master Mo Yuan."

"This sword, I named, Star Tribulation."

The sword light dragon is entrenched, and the thirty million sword lights are like magnificent and endless starlight, illuminating the sky through the sky.

The sword in Han Muye's hand turned from shining to light, and in the inheritance of the Yuantian Sword God, the sword light broke through time and space, and the ten thousand swords learned from Mo Yuan returned to the sect to condense the ten thousand swords into one.

The sword that breaks through time and space is the ultimate in the world's swordsmanship.

The return of ten thousand swords to one is the ultimate stacking of swordsmanship power in the world.

At this time, the sword in Han Muye's hand was also the ultimate in sword cultivation in the world.

With the ultimate sword cultivation in the world, the ultimate in the ancient sword path.

In the void, all breath is imprisoned.

All the power surged and turned into a collision of swords.

Before he could make a move, the sword intent had already begun to collide.

Knives, broken mountains and rivers.

Sword, Star Tribulation.

"Boom-"

The sword light collided with the sword light, causing the void of millions of miles of heaven and earth to constantly vibrate.

Countless escaping sword light and sword intent tore apart the void, turning heaven and earth into nothingness.

The world that was already sealed was shattered.

Those Dao Ancestor powers who witnessed the Dao Struggle had to do their best to protect the space.

If it is not protected, the blockade of the Taoist struggle will collapse.

"Boom-"

The swords in the void collided with a bang, and the entanglement of power finally turned into a swirling void.

Crush the power of the Dao Struggle!

"Town."

A voice rang out in the void.

One by one, the spiritual light turned into a golden network of light, pressing down the broken void and slowly disappearing.

Tianzun is a powerful shot!

Those Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Taoist dispute were all silent, bowing their heads and saying nothing.

was torn apart and sealed by the two powerhouses of the land of Tao contention, and their faces were gloomy as they witnessed the power of Tao contention.

The power of Dao Ancestor, that's all?

"It's all demons......" After a long time, someone whispered.

Whether it is the-free who controls the puppet of the Divine Court, or Han Muye, who leads the pinnacle of the sword path with a sword, they are all demonic characters that are rare in the world.

Such people are rare to see for thousands of years.

It's just that who would have thought that such a character would appear in the land of contention?

Tianzun made a powerful move, and the void in the void was slowly repaired, and Han Muye held a long sword in his hand, standing opposite to the opposite side.

"Hum—"

The sword light vibrate, and the golden puppet figure slowly turned illusory, but the carefree figure was even more illusory.

"Ahem, you're strong." Dang Wuwu looked at Han Muye and said with emotion: "You are the second person I have seen in my life to cultivate the way of the sword to the extreme. ”

With remembrance on his face, he said softly: "The first place is Yuantian. ”

Slowly raised the long knife in his hand, raised his hand without worry, and flicked it lightly: "When-"

The blade of the knife vibrates.

Han Muye looked at Dang Wuwu, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Dangwu senior, let's go." ”

Let's go.

The carefree divine soul has completely dissipated, and what he stands in front of him at this time is only a puppet of the Divine Court, no, it is the ancient sword path power.

Wang Zhengwu.

"Hum—"

The long knife in his hand was full of light, and he turned his head and looked at the sky.

"Wood God, Water King, I know you're all here."

"I want to tell you that after ascending to the immortal platform, you will refine your aura in the spirit pool, and all the cultivation in this realm will be destroyed."

Holding a long knife, he looked up to the sky and drank without worry.

"If you can't turn spirits into immortals in the spirit pool, you will be used as a material by the fairy world, a material for refining immortal treasures." A sad look appeared on his carefree face.

"Countless years of cultivation, in front of those immortal realm cultivators, it is just a material like an elixir and spiritual material."

"This is the immortal realm you desire, this is the immortal realm that you want to open the ascension immortal platform and fly away!"

The sound of carefree ripples through the void.

Whether it was the strong people in front of him for the last three days, or the great power of the Dao Ancestor who witnessed the Dao Struggle, they all listened silently, and their expressions changed.

Many practitioners are ignorant of these things.

You can imagine a chill all of a sudden.

I have practiced for countless years, but it turns out that I am just an elixir in the eyes of others.

The longer the cultivation time, the higher the year of the elixir.

That's all.

"Lies confuse the public."

In the void, a voice sounded.

A long river of cyan appeared in the void.

"Shui-kun." Swing and drink low.

The long river rolled upside down, and the waves wrapped the carefree body.

Dang Wuwu's face changed drastically, he raised his hand, and the long knife in his hand was thrown out directly, flying towards Han Muye.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to catch the long knife, staring at the long river in front of him.

In the void, the long river was swept away, and the carefree figure disappeared in place.

An ancient powerhouse, the pinnacle of the sword path, and a strong man who returned from the immortal realm, was swallowed up like this.

The long river was surging, and waves were stirring up one after another, smashing down towards Han Muye's head.

The ancients were able to strike.

This wave looked in front of him, but he couldn't dodge it at all.

This is the way of time and space, and the long river is in front of us, and it is eternal.

Swallowed up by the long river, it will be erased from the long river of time, and there is no such person in this space.

In the face of such an attack, only the power that truly controls the power of time and space can resist it.

In front of this wave, not to mention Han Muye, even the world's top power on this side, there are few who can stop it.

This is the power of the ancients, once it is shot, it will not be merciful.

What about genius, what about Tianjiao, directly obliterate it.

At this moment, everyone looked at Han Muye in front of them with complicated expressions.

"Shui-kun." Han Muye's eyes revealed a glimmer of essence, looking at the waves in front of him.

This is the power that has controlled the water veins of this world since ancient times, and the power of heaven and earth has been mastered in the Divine Court era, and the power of luck is connected to the world of heaven and earth.

Taking a deep breath, the endless sword light on Han Muye's body burst out.

In his hand, a sword pill was clenched tightly.

The sword qi went straight into the sword pill, and the sword light flashed from his mind,

Pieces of top-grade spirit stones appeared around him, and then exploded.

"Please ask Yuantian senior to take out the sword."

In Han Muye's mind, a long sword slashed down from the sky.

This sword light merged with the sword light in Han Muye's hand, and slashed out towards the long river in front of him.