Seven crescent moons floated in the air, and the cold moonlight shrouded the radius.

The power of the moon.

This is a kind of power of heaven and earth, not cold, but cold to the heart.

There are thousands of forces in the world, and there are strong and weak ones.

But no matter how strong the power is in the hands of the weak, it will not be lethal.

On the contrary, no matter how weak the power is in the hands of the strong, it can become an existence that sweeps the world.

That's how the cold moonlight is.

When the seven crescents shrouded, the Swift Wind Bandit Leader's face changed.

Because at this moment, in his cave, there is also moonlight sprinkled.

Passed through space and landed in his cave!

What a terrible power this is!

You must know that he is the Cave Void Heavenly Immortal, and his own Cave Heaven does not come with him, but is placed in a hidden place thousands of miles away with the help of secret methods.

The moonlight swaying from these seven crescent moons actually penetrated the void, broke through the secret method, and directly illuminated the cave sky thousands of miles away!

In other words, this Yunlan Sword Immortal Han in front of him is invincible, if he wants to shatter his own Cave Heaven, it will only be an instant.

What kind of sword cultivation is this!

Without waiting for the Wind Thief Commander to think about it in horror, the seven crescent moons flickered and appeared directly in front of him.

The crescent moon was like a blade, swirling lightly, trying to cut his body apart.

The sharpness of the blade made him have to raise the spear in his hand.

If you don't go all out, you can only die!

"Kill—"

With a low snort, a golden bead shattered around his neck.

A sealed cave power emanated from this bead.

The spear drew the power in the cave sky, converging into a thousand dark cyan spear blades, and slammed into the outside of the body.

"When—"

The spear collided with the crescent, and then, shattered.

But in an instant, the roar exploded, and all the spear blades were slashed by the seven crescents!

July.

This is the swordsmanship of July.

The seven quarters of the moon blocked the space around the opponent's body, making it impossible for them to escape at all.

"Peng—"

The spear collided with the crescent moon directly, and then the seven crescents condensed into one, spun and wound rapidly, bringing out the marks of spatial fragmentation, like black silk threads.

The space around this Wind Thief seemed to be directly torn apart.

The terrifying thing was that the space around him was shattered, and the cave sky thousands of miles away also began to shatter.

This sword is full of irresistible spatial power!

The pale-faced leader of the Wind Thieves stared at the moon that blocked the space around him, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Hurry up!" ”

Walk.

Below, the Wind Thieves who formed the battle formation were not ready to leave, and the Wind Thieves who led the team first lifted the mask covering their faces, revealing their faces condensed by wind and frost.

"Save the Commander—"

He shouted, and the blood behind him condensed into a black-gray blue wolf.

The other battle arrays also did not hesitate, condensed their qi and blood, collided together, turned into a hundred-zhang blue wolf, and pounced towards Han Muye.

Han Muye's complexion remained unchanged, and the original string moon moved, condensed into a line, and a full moon appeared.

"August."

"Thorn-"

The impact of the swirling full moon directly shattered the blue wolf.

The Wind Bandits all vomited blood and retreated.

Two swords.

July is not young, August is complete.

Han Muye's fingers lifted slightly.

He also has a third sword.

The Wind Thief Leader's face turned pale, staring at Han Muye's fingers.

The third sword, he and his Wind Thieves will die!

The sword of Yunlan Sword Immortal is so strong that it can't be resisted at all!

The Wind Thief Commander didn't dare to hesitate, let out a long shout, and threw the spear in his hand directly towards Han Muye, and then his figure fell.

The spear turned into a blood-colored dragon and roared towards Han Muye.

"Let's—"

The scattered qi and blood on his body were connected to the battle array, and the Wind Thief Commander caused a gust of wind, and the battle array was urged, rushing towards the rear.

It's so fast that you can only see a cyan streamer.

This is the strength of the Wind Bandits, the battle array is assembled, and the escape speed is extremely fast.

In the Bitter Immortal Domain, even if the Demon King makes a move, he can't completely exterminate the Wind Thief.

Han Muye didn't pursue, but just raised his hand and made a move, and Xianyue wrapped the blood-colored dragon, and then kept colliding.

He said that there were three moves, and this Wind Thief Commander didn't even block a single move, and even the gathering of battle array forces couldn't stop his second sword.

If the third sword is fired, these wind thieves will die.

However, in Han Muye's opinion, the Wind Thief is famous in the Bitter Immortal Domain, and there are many powerful people, and it is difficult to fight.

He killed these people today, and in the future, he was afraid that he would attract the remaining Wind Bandits in the Yunteng Wasteland.

Especially Yunlan City.

Troublesome.

But let go of the other party, Han Muye is not ready to let go of the spear that fell in his hand.

"Hum—"

The blood-colored dragon shook and turned into a spear again.

The body of the gun is cold, the streamer is dark, and it is full of fairy lines.

Medium-grade Lingbao.

The moonlight hooked up, turned into a snare, and entangled this medium-grade spirit treasure.

But this treasure is obviously connected to the cave heaven led by the wind thief, and the power of the cave heaven is blessed, so that the spear is constantly clashing.

Han Muye snorted coldly, raised his hand, and tore open the space at a glance.

The leader of the Wind Thieves, who had fled hundreds of miles away, suddenly shook his body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"What a ruthless method!"

He gritted his teeth, his face full of fear.

The aura on his body was also constantly surging and stirring.

The natal treasure is refined, which is cutting off his foundation.

But what was even more terrifying was that he felt that the connection between himself and the cave sky was rapidly weakening!

"Commander!" The unmasked knight turned his head and his expression changed.

At this time, the aura on the body of this Wind Thief Commander clearly fell under the Heavenly Immortals!

"Then Han Wushu stripped my cave sky, I shouldn't have left the battle spirit spear—" Before he finished speaking, another blood spurted out, and then his breath fluttered and weakened, and he said in a low voice: "Escape......"

But before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.

In front of him, a Taoist in a red robe stood there.

The Taoist smiled, and a jade-colored array disk in his hand flew up, covering all the wind thieves.

The flames of light in the array descended, directly igniting the nearly 100 Wind Thief War Riders.

The Wind Thief, who was already injured in the fight with Han Muye, was ignited with blood and turned into a torch without the slightest strength to fight back under this conspiracy.

"If you want to leave your soul, borrow this body and blood." The Luoyang Daoist let out a long laugh and looked at the only Wind Thief Commander who could still move.

In the end, it was a heavenly immortal powerhouse, and it was not ignited along with those wind thieves.

"Yuan Demon Dao Sect, do you want to fight with me for the Wind Thief?" The Tempest Bandit Leader gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

The aura on his body was concussive, and he couldn't control it anymore.

"You know, when my Yuan Demon Dao Sect makes a move, it will generally leave no room for it."

The voice behind him drowned out the screams of the ignited Wind Bandits.

I don't know when the Yuan Demon Dao Sect Sect Master Ling Yuan Tianxian who appeared behind him slapped it with a palm.

"Peng—"

Blood-colored streamers exploded.

Han Muye, who was hundreds of miles away, frowned.

The spear in front of him that was wrapped in the moon trembled, and the spirituality on it instantly dissipated.

The fall of the spear owner?

Even if he stripped the spear master, the Cave Heaven led by the Wind Thieves, it didn't hurt his life.

Now, the Tempest Bandit Lord has fallen.

Moreover, those nearly 100 Wind Thieves also fell.

This method can be called vicious.

Extinguish?

Or, planting?

Han Muye's eyes flashed, and a trace of killing intent permeated.

He didn't believe that the killing of the Wind Thieves had nothing to do with him.

As soon as he grasped the spear, the sword light on his body shone.

The memories in the spear flipped rapidly and appeared in Han Muye's mind.

"This wind thief is really under the command of the Heavenly Immortal Demon King, and it is related to the Daomen."

"Wind, thunder, and purple lightning all have the background of the human race and the demon race."

Holding the long bridge tightly, Han Muye looked up and looked ahead.

Over there, a black halo rose like demonic energy in the sky.

Grievances!

The resentment seemed to have a guide and shot straight at him.

In the midst of resentment, there is also a halo of Dao qi and blood, which melts into a blood-colored blue wolf.

It's the Tempest Bandit who fled before.

But at this time, they were only left with their qi and blood condensed into blue wolves, and their lives had been burned to the ground.

"Yuan Demon Dao Sect."

Han Muye's eyes revealed profundity, and the sword intent on his body slowly flowed.

If he hadn't seriously injured those Tempest Thieves, these people wouldn't have fallen so easily.

So their anger gathered and poured in on them.

The Yuan Demon Dao Sect made a move, calculating himself behind his back.

The grudge between himself and the Wind Thief has been settled.

As a sword cultivator, he believes in the sword in his hand, and what he hates the most is such calculations.

"The array of resentment, the one who turns into a weak and strong."

Han Muye's gaze looked beyond the gray and black resentment, and saw the two figures standing behind the resentment.

Wearing a red robe, the formation Dao overhaul that controls grievances, and there is also a Taoist wearing a green robe and a golden crown on his head.

Yuan Demon Dao Sect Sect Leader Ling Yuan Tianxian, Yuan Demon Dao Sect Elder Luo Yang.

"Kill—"

Han Muye did not hesitate at all, and the long sword in his hand was directly slashed in the air.

The sword light directly tore through the resentment array!

This sword is unbelievably strong!

Even if it is refining the Void Heavenly Immortal, there should not be such a strong sword!

Under Luo Yang's frightened gaze, the sword light fell from his head.

The array of resentment was shattered with a sword.

The forest cold on the blade of the sword swayed wantonly, as if it directly slashed into the soul.

The look on Luo Yang's face turned to despair.

can't stop it, in front of such a sword cultivator, all his means are useless.

This is the real strength of sword cultivation, a sword slash, the sword has no regrets!

"When—"

A golden shield blocked three feet in front of Luo Yang, blocking the sword that had been cut down.

Before the blade, the immortal pattern on the shield shone brightly, and it seemed that all the strength had been exhausted before it could be able to match the sword light that slowly dissipated.

Luo Yang retreated in panic, turned his head to look at the Lingyuan Heavenly Immortal with a burning rune in his hand, and gratitude flashed on his face.

"Thank you, Sect Master......"

Without the Sect Master Lingyuan Sword Immortal making a move, he would have died.

How long has he not felt this kind of wandering back and forth between life and death?

Millennium?

Years?

Still, Luo Yang Daoist lowered his head, and there was an imperceptible black halo flickering in his eyes.

"Han is invincible, what an invincible sword immortal." Lingyuan Sword Immortal let out a low snort, his body moved, and the runes in his hands were staggered, fusing into a golden three-zhang banner.

As soon as the banner appeared, it suddenly enveloped the space.

The more condensed the power, the less it will escape.

At this time, in this thousand-zhang space, the golden fairy light above the banner condensed into substance, like a long knife with a handle, slowly pressing down.

"Eight Gate Hardware Flag?"

"Zhenyuan Guan's immortal treasure, Lingyuan Heavenly Immortal, you don't even want to cover it up?"

Han Muye raised his hand, pointed the long sword in his hand forward, and spoke coldly.

A fairy treasure, a void immortal.

Such a strong enemy is the top person in this immortal realm, and it must also be treated solemnly.

On Han Muye's body, the sword light that had been condensed also began to materialize.

Sword.

A cyan sword emerged.

This is the embodiment of his immortal cultivation, even if the power displayed on this cyan long sword is only the peak of human immortals.

A cyan long sword appeared in Han Muye's hand.

Qing Ming.

The Qingying Sword that had been following Han Muye back then.

According to the current Qing Ming Sword, it is no longer the Qing Ming that can only be classified as a magic weapon.

At this time, Qingying had dozens of spirit sword weapons refining and integration, and the spirituality was as strong as an immortal treasure.

Enough is enough.

A real immortal treasure, Han Muye was powerless to stimulate the power in it at this time.

Just like the Immortal Treasure and the Supreme Treasure above the Immortal Treasure, the power is strong enough, but it can only stimulate a trace of power in it, but the consumption is huge, and it is completely inferior to the already extremely familiar Qing Ying Sword.

With the Qingying Sword in his hand, the aura on Han Muye's body condensed into substance, and without waiting, a sword stabbed out.

"No edge, broken delusion."

Han Muye whispered softly, and the sword in his hand revealed a mysterious aura.

When this sword was stabbed, there was not the slightest sense of sharpness, as if it was just a wooden staff handed out, and it didn't even bring a trace of Gangfeng.

But this sword was like a thunderbolt in front of Lingyuan Heavenly Immortal.

The invisible power was gathered and turned into a thousand cyan dragon shadows, raging within a thousand zhang.

There is no edge in the sword, and there is no edge in the sword move.

But the sword of the world is the sharpest weapon, how can it be without a blade?

That no edge is to borrow a front!

The sharp qi gathered by the Eight Gates Hardware Banner was agitated and scattered under this sword, and then it was shrouded by the sword light of the long sword.

With a sword, he broke the confinement of the immortal treasure.

"With no edge against sharp, the sword immortals in the world have this method, this sect master is still 300,000 years ago, I saw it in a strong man of the Xuanling Sword Sect."

Lingyuan Tianxian's face was solemn, he stretched out his hand to grab the shaking Eight Gate Hardware Banner, and stared at Han Muye: "No wonder Daomen wants to kill you." ”

"You can't keep a sword cultivator like you."

Door.

Can't stay.

Han Muye didn't know whether to panic or be proud.

Without enough strength and potential, he can't enter the eyes of the Daomen.

can be listed as a target to be eliminated by the Daomen, and his future path will probably be extremely difficult.

Daomen, how strong is it?

"Daomen? Come on. Han Muye opened his mouth, and the sword in his hand was raised again.

In front of the strong man, there can be no slackness, not to mention, the killing of the Daomen makes him full of fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

He started with a sword, and he didn't fear anyone yet.

If there is a war, that is a war!

"August, the moon is full."

"September, Ying."

When the moon is full, it is full.

The cyan sword light first turned into a full moon, and then scattered the sword wires.

The cyan sword wires seemed to fill all the space.

Turning swords into silk is the foundation of kendo practice.

But this basic kendo method, in Han Muye's hands, has unimaginable power.

Every sword wire can penetrate a mountain and kill a dragon!

Yuehua swordsmanship, September, Ying.

Before such a sword, the Void Heavenly Immortal, the Yuan Demon Dao Sect Sect Leader Ling Yuan Heavenly Immortal had to take a step back, and a Cave Heaven World behind him that had already dissolved into the void manifested.

"Good swordsmanship, let me see if you can use this sword to block the power of this sect master's cave sky."

Lingyuan Heavenly Immortal snorted coldly, and countless golden runes fell from the cave sky behind him, and each golden rune turned into a general wearing golden armor.

The boundless battle array condensed into a long knife.

The power of the Dao soldiers!