Cangyun Immortal King's place of relic?

If this is the place, it will save a lot of searching.

Even if it's not, the relics of another Immortal Monarch returning to the Fallen Land are worth selling.

After a moment of silence, Han Muye looked at Qin Zhaoyuan: "I can make a move, but there is no guarantee that I will be able to successfully save people." ”

Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, this is a powerhouse who is expected to dominate the Bitter Immortal Domain.

Saving people in the hands of such a strong man, Han Muye didn't dare to say how sure he was.

Hearing his words, Qin Zhaoyuan nodded, bowed down and said, "Yunlan Sword Immortal is willing to make a move, and Qin is already grateful. ”

At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then his face turned pale, and his whole body collapsed to the ground.

Although he looked extremely weak, Chang Linhui and the others on the side had a smile on their faces.

Heavenly immortal powerhouse, no matter how seriously injured, as long as you don't want to die, you won't die.

Han Muye raised his hand a little, and a cyan immortal light wrapped a pill and flew down.

Qin Zhaoyuan stretched out his hand to catch it, and a hint of discoloration appeared on his face.

This elixir is actually a rare and good pill.

Han Muye had been in the immortal realm for so long, and he had barely made a move to refine the pill.

This pill was still obtained by him from a Heavenly Immortal powerhouse who was killed by him.

He was a little nostalgic for the time when he was in the Tianxuan Imperial City and had been alchemy with Mu Wan in the Danyuan Pavilion every day.

Han Muye promised to rescue, but it doesn't mean that he will go immediately.

Qin Zhaoyuan also needs to recuperate.

What is the situation in the Bitter Immortal Domain, we also need to find out first.

In the next few days, Chang Linhui attracted a lot of thieves.

On a barren hill outside Yunlan City, Han Muye stood there, and in front of him were dozens of green-robed immortal cultivators who were full of qi and blood and had a deep immortal light.

Each of these people is full of strong cultivation, and most of them are in the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, if you want our brother to submit to you." At first, the black and thin middle-aged man who was dressed in green armor and had a bloody aura on his body stared at Han Muye.

"But Jiang has a question, and I ask Yunlan Sword Immortal to answer it truthfully."

Looking at Han Muye, there was a suppressed battle intent surging in his body.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, let me ask you, is it related to you that more than 100 of my brothers of the Wind Thief fell for no reason?"

A team of Wind Thieves was killed in the Yunteng Wasteland, and the Wind Thieves in the wasteland gathered and have been looking for the murderer all these years.

After the black and thin middle-aged man finished speaking, the other people on his side all stared at Han Muye with complicated expressions.

Chang Linhui, who was standing in front of Han Muye, slowly turned his head, with a nervous look on his face.

The Wind Thieves have always relied on their large numbers to run rampant in the Bitter Immortal Realm and the Wasteland.

The reason why there are many people is because they are righteous and can gather people's hearts.

Even if they suffered a heavy blow this time and withdrew from the Bitter Immortal Domain, the brothers supported each other and covered desperately.

Chang Linhui invested in Yunlan City, and this time he attracted the old brother to find a way out for the big guy.

After all, without the backing of the mountain, it is impossible for the Wind Thieves to run rampant in the wasteland.

Looking at Han Muye, Chang Linhui clenched his teeth tightly.

He was afraid that Han Muye would admit it.

If Han Muye had something to do with killing his own brothers, then they would never be able to surrender to the Wind Thieves.

He himself didn't know where to go.

"They are missing, and they do have something to do with me." Han Muye's voice came, making Chang Linhui's eyes reveal despair.

…

Those knights in green armor were filled with blood.

"In the end, it's Yunlan Sword Immortal, who speaks cheerfully." The black and thin middle-aged man's face remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "In the past few years, Jiang has found some clues. ”

"Those brothers fell when they intercepted you, and they were all broken."

Gritting his teeth, the black and thin middle-aged man paused word by word: "Yunlan Sword Immortal, tell me, did you do all this?" ”

Isn't it.

The atmosphere slowly solidified.

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

If so, today is a desperate battle.

What about Yunlan Sword Immortal?

Whoever kills his own brother will have to pay the price.

Wind thief, what he said was that righteousness came first.

Chang Linhui gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"It's not."

Han Muye spoke again.

He disdains lying.

Nor will it be blamed.

No!

Those Wind Thieves who looked at Han Muye only felt relieved.

The black and thin middle-aged man took a deep breath, and was just about to speak again, only to see that Han Muye had already raised his hand.

A spear flew out of his palm.

Soul Gun!

This is the Spirit Gun used by the Wind Thief Brothers!

Didn't you say that the fall of those brothers had nothing to do with him?

I saw Han Muye wave his hand again, and a golden phantom appeared.

Remnant!

Looking at these remnant soul phantoms suspended in mid-air, with familiar and somewhat unfamiliar faces, Chang Linhui and the others' expressions slowly turned into surprise.

"Brother Zijian!"

"Bald!"

"Erhe!"

The originally condensed battle spirit all collapsed.

A group of wind thieves rushed forward, and those remnant souls all flew down with excitement on their faces.

Han Muye didn't say anything, just stood aside.

Life and death part, life and death are separated.

Goodbye, there are only remnants left.

Looking at these wind thieves laughing and roaring, Han Muye had an indescribable emotional surge in his heart.

As a human being, you can't get rid of these pains.

In life, isn't it because of these regrets that we need to cherish more?

Seeking a lifetime of freedom and invincibility for a lifetime, isn't it just to be able to make up for these regrets, grasp more opportunities, and hold all the things that would have been lost in your hands?

That's the purpose of practice.

Unconsciously, there was a firm seed sprouting in Han Muye's heart.

The sword in the hand is for protection.

Cultivation is for protection.

What is the Avenue?

What's beyond the avenue?

Isn't everything you care about your own way your own?

Isn't the righteousness and evil in the heart also your own way?

A golden halo burst out from Han Muye's body.

This golden halo is not visible to outsiders, but those remnant souls seem to be illuminated by the warm sun.

They turned their heads, looked at Han Muye, and bowed slightly.

If it weren't for Han Muye's original action to protect them, their remnant soul would have dissipated long ago.

If it weren't for Han Muye, how could they see each other again!

The movements of these remnants brought the laughing Tempest Thief to a halt.

The black and thin middle-aged man who had questioned Han Muye before slowly walked forward and walked in front of Han Muye.

He lowered his head and fell to one knee.

The Rite of Worship.

There is no prostration.

Only in the mundane world.

"Jiang Zheng has practiced for 238,000 years, soared from the nether realm, went against the behavior of immortals, entered the bitter immortal realm as a thief, and never served anyone in his heart."

…

The pseudo-immortals who have ascended to the mundane are immortals who have become immortals against the sky, and they are still thieves in the bitter immortal domain.

Of course, such a person cannot have any surrender thoughts.

If you don't want to surrender in your heart, how can you become an immortal against the sky?

In fact, many cultivators who have ascended to the lower realm also look down on those immortal cultivators in the immortal realm.

Immortal cultivators felt that the cultivators in the mortal world had wasted their time, but the cultivators felt that these people did not have enough comprehension of the Great Dao.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal fought against the enemy for hundreds of millions of miles, and the Dao Sect did not regret it."

"Yunlan Sword Immortal will leave a home for homeless monks like us."

"Yunlan Sword Immortal left a remnant soul for my Wind Thief brother."

Jiang Zheng pressed his hand on a short knife, the blade of which slashed across the palm of his hand, and blood sprayed.

He sprinkled the blood at Han Muye's feet, and then touched the ground with his head.

"Today, I, Jiang Zheng, surrendered to Yunlan City Yunlan Sword Immortal, and I have no regrets in this life."

"Today, I, Du Shensi, surrender to Yunlan City Yunlan Sword Immortal, and I have no regrets in this life."

"Today, I, Yu Cheng, surrender to Yunlan City Yunlan Sword Immortal, and I have no regrets in this life."

……

One by one, the Wind Thief powerhouses bowed down to Han Muye, and sprinkled the blood in their hands at Han Muye's feet.

If there is any restriction on such blood oaths, it is not really big.

But this kind of vow from the heart is a shackle in the heart of every practitioner.

This is more useful than any constraint.

"I can't promise you anything."

Han Muye looked up into the distance, and then his gaze fell on those remnant souls.

"I can only tell you that one day, I can reach the pinnacle of that world, and I can reverse the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and I will give you a chance to be reborn."

The pinnacle of the world!

Reverse yin and yang!

This is not a promised promise!

For Jiang Zheng and them, what kind of commitment is not as good as this sentence!

Give their brothers a new lease of life!

These Storm Thieves, who only have remnants of their souls, can't even rebuild and regenerate.

Only those strong people who set foot on Daluo can reverse time, reverse yin and yang, and give them a chance to be reborn.

Han Muye's words represent his positioning for himself, in this life, he will reach the realm of Na Da Luo!

This is something that no golden immortal dares to think about or say.

Yunlan Sword Immortal actually has such ambitions!

Yunlan Sword Immortal can cultivate to such a level, and following the Wind Thief who surrenders to him, he will definitely be able to reach a cultivation realm that he never dared to imagine.

Following the truly strong one, that cultivation is the pleasure!

Han Muye stood there, and when he said this, he felt that his heart was instantly much happier.

It turns out that I have always had such ambitions, but I just never confided in them!

"City Lord, the Yuan Demon Dao Sect intercepted and killed my Wind Thief brothers, we must not let them go."

Jiang Zheng stood up and spoke in a low voice.

Han Muye nodded, and said, "Give you three days." ”

Three days, that's enough.

There is no strong person in the Yuan Demon Dao Sect, only Luoyang Daoren, a guy who has some ability in the formation path.

Luoyang Daoren is the inheritor of Immortal Venerable, and he has quietly surrendered to Han Muye, and when the Wind Thief arrived at the Yuan Demon Dao Sect's station, he found a reason to leave.

In one day, the Yuan Demon Dao Sect was besieged and killed by the Wind Thieves, and the entire sect was destroyed.

This sect, which is already difficult to distinguish between good and evil, was dug up with a bunch of black materials.

…

Intercept and kill in the wasteland, secretly trade with the great demon of the Bitter Immortal Domain, and manipulate the transaction of resources.

Shaking off in the sun, what the Yuan Demon Dao Sect did could destroy the door ten times.

"I really didn't expect that the Yuan Demon Dao Sect would do all the bad things."

"Hehe, Zhen Yuanguan, what a joke."

The Zhenyuan Sect, which is known as the Daoist Sect, and the Yuan Demon Dao Sect, which is secretly supported, has done all the dirty things.

This is a joke of the Daomen.

But jokes, sometimes it is also about strength.

On the second day of the Wind Thief Exterminating the Yuan Demon Dao Sect, the three Heavenly Immortals of Zhenyuan Guan came to refine the void, chased and killed all the way, and the army of hundreds of thousands of Wind Thieves was scattered.

If it was still in the Bitter Immortal Domain, with the Hun Tian Immortal Demon King as a backer behind him, the Wind Thief would dare to fight a big battle with the three Refining Voids.

Even if you go all out, it's possible to kill these three.

But the current Wind Thief doesn't have that strength, nor that courage, and he doesn't have that confidence.

But the Storm Thieves were good at gathering and fleeing, and a day later, the army was regrouped in pieces.

The place where they assembled was, outside Yunlan City, thousands of miles.

"I heard that Yunlan Sword Immortal once said that those who have no home in the world can come to Yunlan City as their home."

"Today, my Wind Thief has no way out, I am willing to surrender to Yunlan Sword Immortal, I don't know if Yunlan City will dare to take it in?"

Jiang Zheng, who was standing in front, shouted loudly, and the sound spread thousands of miles.

Beside him, there were several knights wearing green armor with complicated faces.

"Fifth Brother Jiang, if Yunlan Sword Immortal doesn't keep us, we really have no place to die." A pale young man spoke in a low voice.

"Yes, from the fall of the eldest brother, the fairy demon king Nirvana was reborn, our wind thieves have been shouted and beaten by everyone, and there is no more of the year-" The big man who opened his mouth couldn't say any more, so he could only grit his teeth and clench the war gun in his hand.

There is no value of the year.

Will Yunlan City confront Zhenyuanguan for the sake of his own people?

"Zhenyuanguan, hehe." Jiang Zheng turned his head and looked at the three sky-high immortal lights.

"You don't understand, Yunlan Sword Immortal won't put Zhenyuan Guan in his eyes at all."

A strong man who vows to step into Daluo will not take any force in the immortal world into account.

Their goal is in the Great Luo Zhou Heavenly God Realm!

"Hmph, you can't survive anywhere you flee today!"

"Wind Thief, no one will mention this name again."

In the void, an indifferent voice came.

The three immortal rays of light turned into a tornado, attracting the power of heaven and earth to sweep towards the place where the army was assembled.

The power was so strong that the horses trembled.

At this time, it was Jiang Zheng who also clenched the spear in his hand.

Thousands of miles away, countless divine thoughts fell.

Today, perhaps we have to witness the demise of the forces that have been crisscrossing the Bitter Immortal Domain for countless thousands of years?

"The lord of this city, he never changes his words." Just then, a voice rang out.

Yunlan Sword Immortal!

Yunlan City Lord!

Yunlan City is willing to accept the Wind Bandits!

"Han Wushu, are you going to be the enemy of my Zhen Yuanguan?"

"Hmph, it's really arrogant, do you really think that if you can escape for your life under the rule of Dao Sect, you are qualified to face my Zhenyuanguan?"

"I don't know."

Three voices responded, and the tornado did not stop, continuing to crash into the military formation.

It's hard to ride a tiger.

It is impossible for Zhen Yuanguan to retreat.

…

No one would have thought that the city lord of Yunlan City would really fulfill his promise to accept the Wind Thief.

Will the immortal cultivators in the city support this decision?

In Yunlan City, countless people raised their heads.

Many people have complicated expressions.

Yunlan City was strong and dared to compete with the Daomen Sect, of course they were happy.

However, what if, Yunlan Sword Immortal is defeated?

"Back then, the city lord, you challenged the sword powerhouse of the land of three million miles to build the foundation of Yunlan City."

"Now, I don't know what step the city lord can take?"

Zuo Baichip, who was standing beside Han Muye, smiled and spoke softly.

At this moment, all the people in Yunlan City who were familiar with Han Muye had a relaxed look on their faces.

Along the way, Yunlan Sword Immortal has never disappointed them!

Back then, everything in Yunlan City was brought back by the city lord with a sword, and today he will defend it with a sword.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal is gambling this time."

In the distance, someone whispered.

"Yes, he's gambling on the Daomen's attitude."

"As long as Zhenyuanguan Golden Immortal doesn't come out, he won."

There was a light in someone's eyes, staring at the direction of Yunlan City.

As long as Han Muye can win this game, he will not only keep the infinite wind thief, but also show his strength.

At that time, there were only a handful of big cities in the entire wasteland that could stand side by side with Yunlan City!

As long as Yunlan City can win, countless immortal cultivators in the wasteland will join Yunlan City.

Today, Yunlan Sword Immortal will stand out for the Wind Thief, and in other days, Yunlan Sword Immortal will also stand out for himself.

As long as Yunlan City can win this battle, and the hearts of the people in Yunlan City are cohesive, it will be indestructible!

"Haha, after today, there will be no more Wind Thieves in the world, only Wind Guard."

"Yunlan City, Windguard."

Jiang Zheng laughed, raised the spear in his hand, and pointed at the three wind scrolls.

"Wind, war—"

"Wind, war—"

Countless voices sounded, and the Wind Thief Battle Array instantly condensed, and a black hundred-zhang tiger rushed towards the wind scroll.

Just because they ran all the way doesn't mean they don't have the strength to fight.

Now with Yunlan City as their backing, they dare to fight!

Can't let Yunlan City see his combat strength, how can he let people take him in?

Is it really a useless person, just to come to the door to ask for refuge?

The Wind Thief has not yet fallen to that point!

"Kill!"

Jiang Zheng flew up, and the momentum of refining the weak powerhouse on his body surged directly.

There are no top powerhouses among the Wind Thieves, and several of them have fallen in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

But there is still refining the void!

"Boom-"

The power of the battle array collided with the wind scroll, entangled with the three wind scrolls.

Above the wind, the three Daoists with gloomy faces had to deal with it with all their might.

The Wind Bandit has the power to fight.

Yunlan Sword Immortal didn't need to make a move.

Today's situation is like this!

It's as if the Yunlan Sword Immortal and the Wind Thief have agreed!

Yunlan Sword Immortal wouldn't really make an appointment with the Wind Thief, and then come to calculate the Yuan Demon Dao Sect, right?

"Hey, back then, the sect master of the Yuan Demon Dao Sect was killed by Yunlan Sword Immortal, right?"

"That's right, Zhen Yuanguan didn't come to trouble Yunlan Sword Immortal at that time."

It was only at this time that no one remembered the events of those years.

It's no wonder that the immortal cultivation world has no memory, the main thing is that today's things are all related to the Wind Thief, and I don't want to do anything in Yunlan City.

…

If someone hadn't mentioned it, who would have thought that Yunlan Sword Immortal, a righteous sword cultivator, would calculate the Yuan Demon Dao Sect?

"Boom-"

The three wind scrolls were smashed by the military array, and the figures of the three gloomy Daoists stopped in mid-air.

The three refining voids can't take down the Wind Thief!

If you can't take it today, when the wind steals into Yunlan City, it will directly confront Yunlan City.

I can't take the Wind Thief today, and I can't take it tomorrow!

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, you really want to be the enemy of my Zhenyuan Temple!"

Zhenyuanguan gritted his teeth, looked in the direction of Yunlan City, and shouted.

Today, they are afraid that the face of Zhenyuanguan will be lost outside this Yunlan City.

But at this time, it is difficult to ride a tiger, and you can't retreat!

"Enemy of Zhen Yuanguan?"

"That."

"Again."

"Such as."

"Ho."

Word for word.

Han Muye stepped out, and his figure appeared on top of the Wind Thief Battle Array.

"Meet the Castle Lord!"

Jiang Zheng shouted.

"Meet the Castle Lord!"

"Meet the Lord—"

The sound shook thousands of miles, the heavens and the earth were turbulent, and the clouds were surging.

Outside Yunlan City, endless power is churning.

At this moment, everyone turned their eyes to Han Muye.

Han Muye, who was on top of the battle array, was wearing a white robe, his hair was tied with a golden crown, he was carrying a sword box, and he was standing with his hands in his hands.

"I can't fight......" Looking at Han Muye, who was standing in the air, someone said softly: "The name of Yunlan Sword Immortal can already deter Elder Zhenyuanguan, ...... today"

Yunlan Sword Immortal came forward, and Zhenyuanguan had to retreat!

Many people's eyes were full of fire.

Today, we did not witness the demise of the Wind Thieves, but we witnessed the rise of Yunlan City!

Yunlan City stepped on the Zhenyuan Temple as a stepping stone, climbed to the top of the wasteland, and became a city under the rule of several major sects.

"Okay, Yunlan Sword Immortal, okay, you wait." The Zhenyuan Guan Taoist standing in front flicked his sleeves and stepped back.

Sure enough, in today's situation, Yunlan City and Zhenyuanguan will not fight.

Daomen has always been cautious.

For the Void Refining Heavenly Immortals who have practiced for countless thousands of years, they only do things that they are sure of.

Unprovoked fighting, never participate.

Zhenyuan view, choose to retreat.

Everyone looked at Han Muye standing in mid-air.

"The lord of the castle is mighty—"

Jiang Zheng laughed, raised his arms and shouted.

"The lord of the castle is mighty—"

The Wind Thieves shouted.

"The lord of the castle is mighty—"

Throughout Yunlan City, countless immortal cultivators chanted.

Yunlan Sword Immortal single-handedly forced back the three Zhenyuan Guan Refining Void Heavenly Immortals, and subdued the Wind Thief, one of the three thieves in the Bitter Immortal Domain.

Today, the name of Yunlan Sword Immortal is once again raised in the wasteland.

Unlike the previous sword fighting in the name, today's Yunlan Sword Immortal, without a sword, can suppress the Dao Sect.

This kind of power belongs to Yunlan City, and belongs to everyone in Yunlan City!

Countless people looked at Han Muye eagerly.

Han Muye shook his head, raised his hand to press, then looked ahead and spoke softly.

"Spirit Sword Golden Immortal Senior, as the strongest person in Zhenyuan Temple, and the predecessor of the Sword Dao, if you don't have a sword today, I will be disappointed."

Leader Sword Golden Immortal!

The first strong person in Zhenyuan Temple!

Disappointed?

Han Muye's voice fell.

Thousands of miles of emptiness, silence.

…

Whether it is the immortal cultivators under the rule of Yunlan City, or the wind thieves below who are obedient and subservient.

Whether it is a person who is close to Yunlan City and hopes that Yunlan City will rise, or a person who is watching from a distance and is full of malice towards Yunlan City, at this time, his face is full of horror and his eyes are full of confusion.

Yunlan Sword Immortal spoke, challenging the first powerhouse of Zhenyuan Temple, the Sword Dao Golden Immortal Spirit Sword!

Spirit Sword Golden Immortal, one of the few strong men in the Dao Sect who has achieved the position of Golden Immortal with swordsmanship, has an immortal sword weapon in his hand, covering the rain fairy world.

This was a sword powerhouse who fought against countless sword powerhouses of the Xuanling Sword Sect back then, and did not fall behind.

If it weren't for the fact that the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal had been in retreat all these years, I am afraid that Zhen Yuanguan's reputation would have been even more famous.

It was also because the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal was not in the wasteland that the Yuan Demon Dao Sect was reined.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, are you crazy......" In the distance, above Yuntao, a middle-aged Taoist wearing a cyan Taoist robe, with his hands in his sleeves, but couldn't stop his arms from trembling, whispered in a low voice.

"Crazy? Sword Maniac Sword Maniac, how many people in Sword Cultivation are not crazy? The old man beside him shook his head, with a sneer on his face: "It's such crazy, it's rare." ”

No matter how crazy Jian Xiu is, he won't completely forget who he is.

The Heavenly Immortal challenged the Golden Immortal, and he was still a Heavenly Immortal who had not even condensed the Cave Heaven not long after stepping into the Heavenly Immortal level.

It's not courage.

This is hubris!

"Hehe, when Yunlan Sword Immortal was under the rule of Dao Sect, he once fought against his own Shuming Golden Immortal."

"I guess that sword made him swell, right?"

Someone shook his head and chuckled.

It was that sword that made Yunlan Sword Immortal famous.

But that's my own generation, and the water in that sword, I don't have any points in my heart?

"Directly speak out to challenge the Golden Immortal powerhouse, I hope that one is here!"

Here it comes!

Zhenyuanguan Golden Immortal powerhouse flew into the sky with a sword!

Above the heavenly dome, the sword light slashed through the endless clouds, and the entire heaven and earth, under a golden sword light, seemed to be directly cracked!

Without a word, it is directly a sword!

This sword has a sweeping momentum, coming from hundreds of millions of miles away, the sword is brilliant, but it is full of coldness.

The sword is a murder weapon.

The sword comes, just to kill!

This sword is here to kill Yunlan Sword Immortal!

A sword attack killed thousands of miles, and everyone in Yunlan City only felt trembling, and even their souls were suppressed.

In the void around Yunlan City, all the clouds were smashed, and above the earth, the wind swept away.

This sword, carrying the general trend of heaven and earth, is here for the Daomen!

If this sword can't be caught, Yunlan Sword Immortal will die!

If this sword can't be caught, Yunlan City will be destroyed with a sword!

If this sword can't be caught, the Dao Gate and the Sword Sect will compete and go down the city first!

"What, ...... here," a white-haired Taoist whispered.

"Kendo, it's really so cool......" A young man with a long sword on his back looked at the sword light that had been cut down, his fists clenched, and his shoulders trembled.

Whether it is fierce or gentle, at this time, Yunlan Sword Immortal can't block the sword of Jin Immortal, then everything is over!

"A sword of the Golden Immortal." Han Muye looked at the sword light above his head, and his eyes burst with endless brilliance.

This is the sword he was waiting for!

From an outsider's point of view, he was arrogant and deliberately provocative.

Since yesterday, this sword has been condensed.

…

Yesterday, a sword light locked onto his soul.

This sword came from the void, condensed in the void world.

This is a sword cultivator in the Golden Immortal Realm, who took out a sword in his own cave sky, first slashed the divine soul, and then broke the body.

With such a sword, it is impossible to dodge.

There was only one war.

Since you are going to fight, then deal with it quickly, why hide your head and show your tail?

Han Muye raised his hand, and in his palm, the nine-story sword tower appeared.

Today, he represents the Sword Sect.

In such a battle, it is impossible for him to have anything left.

Except for the power of the Divine Beast that cannot be revealed, he will take out all his strength.

Nine-story sword tower.

Endless sword light.

Cow blood.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect.

Below, the power of the Wind Bandit Battle Array turned into black sword light and landed on the sword tower.

In the rear, the power of the Yunlan City Protector Array was stimulated, turning into a cyan sword light, which merged with the sword light in front of Han Muye.

Above the heavenly dome, the golden divine soul power on the god list turned into a golden long sword and landed in front of Han Muye.

Above Han Muye's head, the sword of the divine soul transformed by the immortal Dao cultivator appeared.

War.

The fighting spirit is surging.

Thousands of sword lights condensed into one.

Killing intent, condensation.

The spirit is condensed into a sword.

The long sword was in the air, and it didn't stay, and it collided directly with the sword light that came from the sky.

In the face of the Golden Immortal Sword Cultivator, he did not sit still and wait for death, but blocked the sword with his sword.

As a sword cultivator, even if you die, you will die after the sword is released!

A sword is out, it is related to the life and death of Yunlan City!

The battle in the world, in the final analysis, is life and death.

"Fight!"

Out of nowhere, there was a roar.

"Battle—"

Throughout Yunlan City, countless voices came.

Fight for your life.

Han Muye's body turned into a sword, but his heart was clear.

It's been a long, long time since he's fought for his life with a sword in his hand.

The sword is really my own life......

At this moment, his sword revealed a cyan brilliance.

The sword of life, without hesitation.

"When—"

The two long swords collided, and the sound was crisp.

The sword light collided, causing the clouds of heaven and earth to surge, and the wind to drift wantonly, stirring up the power of heaven and earth and the immortal qi of the land of thousands of miles to turn into a whirlpool.

Under the immortals, no one can stand firm.

Above the heavenly immortals, all of them were shocked in their hearts, and their faces were pale.

The power of heaven and earth induced by this sword is not magnificent, and it is not even as strong as the peak collision of heavenly immortals.

However, the Divine Soul Killing contained in this sword has already surpassed the level of Heavenly Immortals.

This is the collision of the two Golden Immortal Realms!

The Spirit Sword Golden Immortal is a sword Dao Golden Immortal powerhouse, but the Yunlan Sword Immortal can also be so strong.

No wonder he dared to face a golden immortal!

"Boom-"

The power of heaven and earth turned into a torrent, surging like waves around it.

Han Muye's figure was re-revealed, holding a sword in his hand, his face remained unchanged, and he stood in the air.

"Spirit Sword Senior, how is this sword?"

How is it?

This is a provocation!

In the void, there was silence, only the wind howled, and the fairy spirit roared like a tide.

Yunlan Sword Immortal can block the spirit sword Jin Immortal's first sword, and he can also block the second sword and the third sword?

No way!

But in the void, there is no sword light.

"Boy, the old man is waiting for you in the Burial Immortal City."

…

A voice sounded in the void.

Burial Immortal City.

One of the three Jedi in the Rain Fairy Realm.

This sword path golden immortal turned out to be far away in the burial immortal city, out of this sword!

Such a means is really terrifying!

"Okay."

Han Muye spoke loudly.

The sword light in the sky dispersed, the three Refining Void Heavenly Immortals of Zhenyuanguan retreated, and the Wind Thieves lined up and turned back to Yunlan City.

Everything, with the slowly calming wind, returned to silence.

But everything is completely different!

"If the Yunlan Sword Immortal can block this sword, it will be impossible for the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal to make another sword." Seeing Han Muye's figure disappear into mid-air, the Yunlan City Great Array dissipated, and a white-bearded old man's eyes shone brightly.

"The Dao Sect still has to be cheeky, not to mention that the Sword Sect is not a soft persimmon to be manipulated." A smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged sword cultivator beside the old man.

"Come to think of it, the Sword Sect Golden Immortal has already arrived, right?"

Looking at Yunlan City, someone whispered.

Indeed, the Sword Sect Golden Immortal has arrived.

Yunlan City, the main hall of the city lord's mansion.

Zuo Baichou and the others stood below, their heads bowed, and they didn't dare to come out.

Han Muye stood in front of him, and at the top was a Lentento man wearing a blue and white robe with a cyan long sword hanging from his waist.

The Daoist looked at Han Muye with a calm face.

"Senior Brother Shu Ming said that you are acting steadily."

"What is this called steady?"

The Taoist hand pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist and opened his mouth.

"Sword cultivation, only ask about the sword in your hand, what does it have to do with stability?" Han Muye spoke loudly.

In the main hall, Zuo Baichou and the others couldn't help twitching the corners of their mouths.

In the face of Jin Xian, can't you say something good?

The Sword Sect Golden Immortal didn't seem to expect Han Muye to answer so bluntly, glared at him, and snorted coldly.

"No ...... worry-free"

But the words were much milder.

"Forget it, forget it, I didn't embarrass my Sword Sect in the end."

"Much better than those bunnies."

"Senior Brother Shu Ming too, at that time, under the rule of the Dao Sect, I should have asked you to kill that Su Yunzi with one sword, why bother so much."

"Your sword is good today, I know the means of that guy in the spirit sword, he wants to kill, and there are really not many that can stop it......"

"By the way, how did you achieve the unity of spirit and spirit? Among the descendants of the Sword Sect, there are very few who have achieved this step. ”

……

Zhang Zhenbiao and others were dumbfounded.

The golden immortal power, who was still full of sword intent just now, and was so cold that people didn't dare to look at it directly, how could it become such a chattering appearance in a blink of an eye?

"Li Yungang, the first seat of the deity Zhantian Palace, is known as a person, forget it, it's all a false name."

"Boy, let's have a fight."

"I'll be cultivating to suppress it in the void, how about it."

"Seeing you draw your sword, my hands are itchy."

"Don't worry, I'm measured and won't hurt you."

Full level of understanding: Sword Pavilion has watched swords for sixty years