Why do you want to repair a sword?

Han Muye knew it from the moment he held the hilt of the sword.

The sword is in the hand, the sword is in the heart.

With a sword in his hand, he didn't panic in his heart.

I have a sword in my heart, and I will slash him with a sword, no matter what strong enemy he is in front of.

Even if the arrow array below is as long as rain at this time, as fast as the wind, the gathered power is like a cone that breaks the sky.

Even the name of the Wind Arrow Array resounded throughout the fairy world and rampant in the bitter fairy realm.

Even if one person has a sword, he will shoot at the same time with ten thousand arrows.

Cut out this sword!

Ten thousand sword lights collided with the arrow, and the sword light broke through the shadow of the arrow, and then fell straight down.

Not a sword.

It's the same with all swords!

As a sword cultivator, every sword light that is cut out, if you can't control it, then what kind of sword is it to cultivate?

It's just that ten thousand swords are slashed together, which is thousands of times easier than Han Muye's original method of ten thousand swords and ten thousand methods.

Wan Dao sword light split Wan Dao long sword in half, and then the sword light did not stop, and cut it straight down.

This sword actually fell straight to the top of the arrow array, and it was about to smash the arrow array.

If the arrow array is shattered, 10,000 wind thieves will surely die.

"Mi-"

With a shout, the black-armored masked commander sitting on a war horse in front of the arrow array flew up, and a large spear in his hand waved in the air.

One blade after another turned into a thousand cyan dragons, blocking the sword light.

The arrow array below changed, and the longbow in everyone's hands was raised, and the bowstring was pulled virtually, causing a thin halo of light, floating in the air.

The Wind Arrow Array can not only attack from afar, but also defend closely, which is really good.

Han Muye's gaze fell on this forbidden battle formation, his expression remained unchanged, but the strength of the sword in his hand was slightly reduced.

"Bang-"

Ten thousand swords slashed down, and the thousand long dragons led by the Wind Thieves shattered, and the sword light collided with the spear in his hand, causing the sound of gold and iron to collide.

A sword.

A thousand swords.

The spear broke.

The torrent-like sword light knocked this saint realm powerhouse to the ground, and then slammed down towards the light curtain that rose from the arrow array.

"Bang-"

The light curtain shattered, the sword light exploded, and the longbows in the hands of those Wind Thieves also broke and shattered.

Defensive array, one sword, break it!

In the void, Han Muye held a sword in his hand, his face was indifferent.

"It's a pity that I didn't get to see the ten volleys of the Wind Arrow Array."

Above the edge of his sword, there was a cold.

Below, the Storm Thief Commander who had been knocked to the ground slowly got up and peeled off his visor, revealing a face full of vicissitudes of life and scars.

"I am Chang Linhui, the commander of the 37th Wind Formation, let them go, and I will bear all the blame."

Before his words fell, the battle gust of blood behind him surged, and a phantom of a wind leopard with a body of ten thousand feet appeared.

A blue-gray body, covered with golden spots, with a long tail and a long waist, and his eyes are full of bewitching purple divine light.

The Wind Leopard Phantom roared towards Han Muye.

"Don't provoke!" Chang Linhui let out a low snort, stretched out his hand, and ripped off the iron armor on his body.

"I'm down."

Han Muye glanced at him, his body moved, and he disappeared into midair.

Chang Linhui, who looked up, breathed a sigh of relief, his face was first white, then swollen red, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his body was weak, and he knelt on the ground.

"Okay, what a powerful sword cultivator ......"

Behind him, a group of wind thieves came to help, he waved his hand, shook his head and said, "You go, I said that I will be captured." ”

As soon as the people behind him wanted to persuade him, Chang Linhui shouted violently: "Don't get out yet, you want to die here?" ”

"The army of the Xuanling Sword Sect is about to arrive, and if you don't leave, you will die!"

The people behind him looked at each other, hugged their fists, bowed back, and then caused the arrow array to crack into hundreds of torrents and rush away.

At this moment, Han Muye had already returned to the attic.

From the time he left to the time he returned, it was exactly ten breaths.

"This is what Brother Han said, the ...... of ten breaths" A trace of frenzy flashed on Zhao Chen's face, and he spoke in a low voice.

Old Chu behind him looked at Han Muye again, and his expression was not only dignified, but also a little more respectful.

Zhang Zhenbiao, who was standing on the bluestone square, raised his head and looked at the reappeared bright sky.

Is the gap between people really so big?

He has practiced in the Xuanling Sword Sect for more than 8,300 years, and now he is in the realm of the half-saint of the sword, guarding one side and being at ease.

In the past thousand years, his cultivation has not made much progress.

This is nothing, the sect has 10,000 years, 100,000 years of demi-saints.

To reach such a realm, it is the kung fu of water milling.

He thought that everyone was like that.

Today, Han Muye's ten breaths made him understand that people are really different from each other.

On him, a trace of war intent emerged.

"Scattered Fire City, it's time to leave......" he whispered, and he turned around and left slowly.

Ten breaths.

The oppression outside the city was gone.

Whether it was those immortal cultivators who fled out of the city or stayed in the city to watch, their eyes widened in disbelief.

A Wind Thief Ten Thousand Battles Formation collapsed like this, within ten breaths!

The dazzling sword light raged, breaking through the arrow array and defeating the Wind Thief head-on.

Is this the true strength of the Xuanling Sword Sect?

It is really a great sect of swordsmanship, the overlord of the fairy world.

This sword, this ten breaths, is the means to truly show a large family.

After today, the strength of the Xuanling Sword Sect will be engraved in everyone's hearts.

As for the strong man who came out of the sword, it was enough to know that he was a member of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

With such a big force as the Xuanling Sword Sect, maybe just one master can sweep away the world-famous Wind Thieves?

"Ten breaths is ten breaths, it's really fucking amazing!" A big man with a big sword on his back had admiration in his eyes, clapping his hands and shouting.

"Obey, this is what sword cultivation looks like!" An old man who was covered in fireworks and his hair was still a little unkempt looked at the sky that had no waves, and muttered to himself.

The city is full of emotional voices.

Invisible forces floated in the void, and then they were restrained by a force.

This is the best resource for cultivating the power of the divine soul.

Han Muye will not be polite.

"Boom-"

In the void, there was a roar.

A quarter of an hour later, hundreds of sword lights descended from mid-air and scattered throughout the city.

The city gates, city walls, and several large refining furnaces were all suppressed by sword light.

"Hum—"

In the void, the Dao Dao sword light rose and turned into a phantom of a long sword.

The sword formation was formed, and those immortal cultivators in the entire Scattered Fire City breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a sense of rebirth after the catastrophe.

Half a day later, a sword light crossed the sky, with a thousand phantoms, and directly bombarded the city square of the Scattered Fire City.

The sword light fell, and a vigorous force enveloped the radius for thousands of miles.

This is a top sword powerhouse, and this sword light can already suppress the power of heaven and earth.

A quarter of an hour later, a shout resounded through the heavens and the earth, causing a roar in the land of thousands of miles: "The Wind Thieves' attack on the Scattered Fire City is a provocation to my Xuanling Sword Sect. ”

"Xiong Ke, the elder of the Xuandian Hall of the Xuanling Sword Sect, issued a conquest order to exterminate all the wind thieves in the Fuliao Wasteland."

An eight-story sword tower floated in the air, and the sword light on it swayed, vibrating towards the surrounding void.

The Xuanling Sword Sect has issued a mission to exterminate the Wind Thieves!

Although all the Scattered Fire City Immortal cultivators knew that the Xuanling Sword Sect would inevitably retaliate, they were so fierce and directly conquered, which they didn't expect.

Moreover, a deacon elder dared to issue an order to the powerful Wind Thief, and the Xuanling Sword Sect did not take the Wind Thief seriously at all.

There was all kinds of chaos in the city, and more people were relieved.

A strong man with an unknown surname in the Xuanling Sword Sect can break through the Great Array of Ten Thousand Cavalry, and now a deacon elder is coming, of course, to fight the entire Wind Thieves scattered in the Fuliao Wasteland.

The Xuanling Sword Sect was stationed at the station, and the pale-faced Zhang Zhenbiao bowed down and served.

In front of him was a black-bearded old man in a black robe and carrying a cyan sword.

The old man's eyebrows were like swords, and there seemed to be sword light surging in his eyes.

On both sides of the hall, several sword cultivators with tall figures and intertwined sword intent on their bodies stood still.

At the bottom of the hall, Peng Ming Daojun, who was trembling all over, knelt on the ground, trembling.

"Elder, the trial disciple of this sect that Senior Brother Zhang mentioned has already left the teleportation array that has just been repaired."

"Just a quarter of an hour ago, along with him, there were Zuo Baichou of Wanshen Commercial Bank and Zhao Chen of Jujin Commercial Bank."

A middle-aged sword cultivator wearing half-body iron armor and carrying three long swords strode in from the outside and reported to the old man with his fists.

Hearing his words, the black-bearded old man frowned.

Zhang Zhenbiao below lowered his head, his eyes moved, and a hint of joy flashed.

"Zhang Zhenbiao." The old man's eyes were like lightning, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Elder, the disciple is here." Zhang Zhenbiao bowed.

Xiong Ke is a supreme powerhouse at the peak of human immortals, and he is an elder of Zhenxuan Palace.

But he Zhang Zhenbiao was born in the town desert hall, and he was not under Xiong Ke.

Today's respect is to respect him for coming to the rescue and for his status as an elder.

"The disciples of this sect were killed and wounded, the fire in the scattered fire city dispersed, and the city was lost, as a disciple of the town guard, you have an unshirkable responsibility." Xiong Ke's voice revealed indifference.

Zhang Zhenbiao did not defend himself, only lowered his head and did not speak.

If he was really punished, this elder would have taken action as early as the time of the soul searching Peng Ming Daojun.

By now, Han Muye has left again, and there is no reason to suppress him.

Really.

"Although the blame is hard to escape, your credit is not small." There was a hint of gentleness in Xiong Ke's voice.

"One hundred Heavenly Tiger Guards, twenty fires and nine dead insects, and wind thieves inside and outside the city," Xiong Ke shook his head, and his voice revealed emotion: "In such a situation, even the old man can't think of how you can defend the city." ”

His words made the surrounding Sword Sect disciples show a trace of admiration on their faces and looked at Zhang Zhenbiao.

Judging from the news they investigated, Zhang Zhenbiao was seriously injured, and he fought desperately several times, and he even had the heart to return to the city.

Defending the land, he did.

And in such a precarious situation, he can still keep it from collapsing, and this Zhang Zhenbiao is also capable.

"Elder praise, the disciple relies on the majesty of the sect, and it is the general trend of my Sword Sect."

Zhang Zhenbiao raised his head, with a righteous look on his face.

"Also, Brother Han is also a disciple of my Sword Sect, and his action is also a clear proof that my Sword Sect is prosperous and there are countless strong people."

It's beautifully said.

Whether it is the righteousness of the sect or the identity of Han Muye, they are all on the side of the sect.

is worthy of being a disciple of the town guarding the side.

Xiong Ke nodded, with a smile on his face: "That disciple surnamed Han doesn't have the official identity of the sect yet, so it's better to put the credit on you like this." ”

"The merits of a Wind Thief leader, hundreds of Wind Thieves, and those Heavenly Tiger Guards are enough for you to exchange for merit and go straight to the Sword Master."

That's a big job.

The surrounding disciples were all envious.

As long as Han Muye's credit is erased, everything is Zhang Zhenbiao's.

Zhang Zhenbiao's eyes also flashed with a hint of longing, and then shook his head.

"Elder, it should be Brother Han's credit, and I will never erase it."

Hearing his words, Xiong Ke's face sank: "You can think clearly, if you don't have a great achievement, your guilt is not small." ”

Zhang Zhenbiao laughed, arched his hand, and said loudly: "Elder don't worry, when my senior brother of the Town Desolate Hall comes, I will relieve myself of my duties as a town guard and go to the town desolate hall to receive the punishment." ”

After speaking, he bowed slightly: "The disciple is injured, go and heal first." ”

He turned around and walked straight away.

The expression on Xiong Ke's face changed as he stood there.

Several disciples glanced at each other, and someone sent Peng Ming Daojun, who was paralyzed on the ground, out.

"Elder, why did you want to erase the merits of that disciple surnamed Han?" The middle-aged sword cultivator who had just stepped forward to report looked left and right and asked in a low voice.

Others are also curious.

They had searched the city and asked for information.

That disciple of the Sword Sect surnamed Han was strong in battle, and he broke the enemy with one sword, and there were rumors about it in the entire Scattered Fire City.

Such a character can also greatly increase the prestige of the Sword Sect.

What's more, as long as this person becomes a formal disciple, he will inevitably grow into an elite in the sect.

"What do you know?" Xiong Ke had a gloomy expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "This person is close to Zhang Zhenbiao, and when he becomes an official disciple, he will also join the Zhenhuang Palace." ”

"Now that the relationship between my Zhenxuan Hall and several hall masters of the Zhenhuang Hall is not harmonious, how can I increase the elite powerhouses of the Zhenhuang Palace?"

His words made everyone's faces stiffen.

Xiong Ke waved his hand, shook his head and said: "You don't have to worry about this matter, the matter of this Scattered Fire City will always spread out, Zhang Zhenbiao's credit can't run away, and the guilt can't be taken off." ”

"As for the disciple surnamed Han, what if he can't become a disciple of my Sword Sect......"

……

At this time, Han Muye, who was chattering all over the Scattered Fire City, had already passed through the teleportation array and quietly came to Yunlu City.

He didn't want to meet that Xuanling Sword Sect powerhouse, he just didn't want to trouble too much.

"Brother Han, I'm going to find a strong Sword Sect who is familiar with my Wanshen Commercial Bank," Zuo Baichou hugged his fists and whispered to Han Muye: "This time, my Wanshen Commercial Bank will always have some black pots on his back." ”

The red sandalwood chalcedony was brought by Zuo Baichou, and if it is not thoroughly investigated, once it is thoroughly investigated, Wanshen Commercial Bank will not be able to say clearly.

Zuo Baiqiao must rush up and down before the Xuanling Sword Sect makes a move, and pick up his own business house.

Destroying wealth and eliminating disasters is something that people in business are used to.

"Brother Han, you'd better set your identity as soon as possible, so as not to have too many dreams at night." Zuo Baichou whispered to Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and said, "Okay, I'll go to the Trial Hall and set my identity." ”

Waiting for Zuo Baichou to leave, Han Muye, Zhao Chen, and Du Sanzhen and the others did not stay, and went straight to the trial hall of Yunlu City.

Du Sanzhen and they came to Yunlu City for the first time, looking at the surrounding attics, the magnificent halls, all of which were full of golden light.

"This is what the big city of the Immortal Cultivation Realm looks like!" An old man who followed Du Sanzhen sighed softly.

Yunlu City is eighty million miles away from Qingyun Town, and most of the immortal cultivators over there have never come.

The Fuliao Wasteland is difficult to cross, and the teleportation array is too expensive.

Bluestone slabs, golden pavilions, the center of Yunlu City, there are many halls.

These halls are all the property of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

"That's the Sword Sect's Hall of Trials." Stretching out his hand and pointing to a three-major hall in front of him, Zhao Chen's face revealed a trace of excitement, and he turned around and bowed to Han Muye.

"Zhao Chen congratulates Brother Han on soaring into the sky!"

Du Sanzhen and the others hurriedly bowed down and shouted: "Congratulations to Gongzi for soaring into the sky!" ”

As long as Han Muye stepped into the main hall and passed the trial, he would have the status of an official disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

With this identity, he can be regarded as truly standing in the fairy world.

Han Muye smiled and nodded slightly.