Swordsmanship, Rift Abyss.

The sword light turned into a hundred zhang, leading the immortal qi in the void to quickly slash down.

Heaven and earth are like an abyss, and they are torn apart by a sword!

This is a sword by Han Muye to condense his battle intent and sword intent, and it is the sublimation of the power of the sword after stepping into the realm of heavenly immortals.

The hundred zhang sword light connected with the big sword in Han Muye's hand and slammed into the white tiger's forehead.

The white tiger trembled, and its body exploded.

But in the next moment, the second white tiger converged and formed again.

Moreover, the body of this white tiger is a little stronger than the previous one.

The golden fairy pattern on the body is more agile.

The momentum of the white tiger is also a little more dignified.

The power of a powerful array is like this, not only can it go back and forth over and over again, but it can also absorb attack power and fuse itself.

This kind of method, Han Muye has felt on the stage.

The more you fight, the stronger you get.

Obviously, the formation here is inextricably linked to the Zhou Tian Great Formation and the formation on the stage.

If it were any other time, Han Muye would be willing to sharpen it slowly, see what the limit of this formation was, and then try some of his newly mastered swordsmanship.

But now there was only a quarter of an hour, and he didn't have the heart to keep his hand.

His gaze fell on the reunited white tiger phantom, Han Muye's body moved, his long sword in his hand, and he rushed straight to kill.

"Shattered, abyss!"

The long sword condensed into a thousand feet, and the sword light revealed a chill, and where it passed, it instantly froze.

"Bang-"

With a sword slash, the white tiger's body shattered in response, and the shattered body was frozen into pieces of cold ice and scattered all over the ground.

The body of the golden-armored soldier puppet in the space below shattered.

Without waiting for the white tiger's body to condense again, Han Muye had already fallen into the military formation, and the long sword in his hand swept through.

"Boom-"

The sword light turned into a golden wheel of light, slashing through the bodies of all the soldiers within the surrounding thousands of zhang.

Chop, swing.

Every sword slash out brought a sound of shattering.

Ten breaths later, the third White Tiger Phantom, which had not yet fully condensed, collapsed.

The military formation was broken, and the white tiger was no longer able to condense.

From Han Muye's flying out to the shattering of the military formation, it was not even a hundred breaths.

Han Muye stood with his sword in his hand, and the golden-armored soldiers around him slowly retreated.

Zhao Pingyu's figure fell on Han Muye's side, looking at the soldiers who were receding like a tide, with a complicated look on his face.

"If there are still people in this formation who are in the middle to command and guide the power of the formation, I am afraid it will be ten times more difficult to break."

After all, the power of the array path is exhausted, seeing that such a large array was broken by Han Muye so easily, as a formation path cultivator, Zhao Pingyu was of course uneasy.

In terms of combat power, formation cultivation is indeed far inferior to sword cultivation.

"If a Void Realm Formation Overhaul is in charge, it will take a lot of effort to break this formation." Han Muye nodded, the big sword in his hand dispersed, and his gaze fell on the hall in front of him.

If there is a void formation cultivation in charge, it will take more effort.

The corners of Zhao Pingyu's mouth twitched, shook his head, and then strode forward.

People can't be compared with each other.

Around him, the cyan mountain peaks were suspended, revealing Dao Dao immortal light towards the surroundings.

Immortal light envelops the sky, reflecting the layers of space.

Here, if you take a wrong step, you will be transported to nowhere.

Han Muye followed closely, and the two of them disappeared into the square outside the main hall in a moment.

"Boom-"

Outside the square, a pillar of blood-colored smoke smashed down.

A middle-aged man wearing blood-colored armor, with murderous intent on his face, and a long scar slanting his entire face, stepped on the bluestone floor tiles, and his eyes shot out golden light, scanning the surroundings.

More than a dozen Blood Battle Sect powerhouses who were also dressed in blood armor fell, and their bodies moved, scattering towards the surroundings.

In just a few moments, everyone had already returned to their own homes, holding the scattered bodies of the golden soldier puppets in their hands.

These bodies made of gold and iron are all mixed with high-grade spiritual materials, and they are very valuable.

"The break is crisp, it is broken with one blow."

"The immortal qi is locked in the body, not the strength is exhausted and the formation is broken."

"There are traces of the convergence of kendo powers."

"To be able to break the formation in such a short period of time, I'm afraid it is the sword cultivator that Jia Lintao said."

Several people spoke up, their respective information gathered, and Han Muye's identity had been deduced.

In the end, they are all strong, and they can see through everything from the clues.

"Hmph, people like Jia Lintao are also worthy of being deacons of my Nine Blood Hall." The big man who led the way showed disdain in his eyes and looked up at the hall in front of him.

He stepped out and raised his hand with a punch.

"Boom-"

The shadow of the fist slammed through the layers of space, blocked by the light curtain rising from the stone steps outside the main hall.

Those layered spaces that are visible to the naked eye, once you step in, you don't know where you will be teleported, and the light curtain that blocks a punch is even stronger.

"What a powerful formation."

On the side of the big man, a black-bearded old man showed a different color on his face.

The others were also solemn.

Bloody Battle Sect Nine Blood Hall Jiang Jin.

They knew how strong the First Deacon of the Nine Blood Hall was in front of them.

In the realm of dissolving, there are not many people who have the power to overpower this first deacon.

His punch was blocked like this, and the hall could block everyone under the void.

"Our Blood Battle Sect doesn't have a deep understanding of the way of formation, and I don't bother to entangle with this formation." Jiang Jin shook his head, took a step back, and then sat cross-legged on a bluestone pillar.

"We'll wait."

His words made everyone else grin.

What is the Blood War Sect best at?

It's not about exploring the secret and searching for treasures, but after others get the treasures, they snatch them halfway.

That's what they're comfortable doing.

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In the main hall, when Han Muye stepped in, he had already lost Zhao Pingyu's figure in front of him.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

This is the place where the predecessors of the formation path are hidden, and for Zhao Pingyu, this is a treasure land and a place of opportunity.

Zhao Pingyu disappeared in this place, indicating that he may have been recognized by his predecessors.

As for Han Muye, the formation path inheritance is not too important.

He himself mastered the Zhou Tian Great Array, as well as the Zhou Tian Sword Formation, and he didn't look down on the ordinary formations.

Looking up at the front, this big array is locked with the power of the array, and it looks like a large hall that is only a thousand zhang square, but it has a sense of emptiness and endlessness.

On both sides of the main hall, a ten-zhang high stone statue wearing gold armor stands in a forest.

These stone statues are staring at each other and holding large swords, like warlords on standby.

Han Muye walked slowly forward and saw the clouds and mist all around, and the fairy light flew by.

With a move of raising his hand, a small green jade sword fell into the palm of his hand.

This small sword is just an ordinary spirit weapon level, and a fairy pattern is engraved on it.

Han Muye held the sword, immortal qi was infused, and sword intent poured in.

Pictures appeared in his mind.

The Qingxuan Jade Sword forms part of the Qingxuan Sword Array.

One hundred thousand swords can be fused into one sword of immortal treasure, and it is not a problem to kill immortal gods.

It's just a pity that this Immortal Treasure Sword has been shattered.

The reason for the breakage is –

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the stone statues that were slowly surrounding him.

Break the sword in battle.

Countless years ago, two strong men of the formation Dao, one based on the stone statue battle formation and the other with the sword formation, fought each other here.

In the end, the sword array was defeated.

So, this hall is to lead him Han Muye here?

Looking at the stone statue that had already raised the big sword, a hint of realization flashed on Han Muye's face.

Outside the main hall, he was a large array that was broken by the way of the sword.

"Boom-"

Three thousand stone statues were swords at the same time, and the space within a radius of thousands of zhang directly turned into nothingness.

Endless streamers shine and wrap the entire space.

By the time Han Muye's figure was established, he was already in a verdant wilderness.

All around, rolling mountains, verdant grasslands, and bamboo forests.

In the distance, the blood was surging to the sky, and it was pale and yellow.

"Boy, you have three hours to prepare, and after three hours, as soon as Tu Yuan's army arrives, you can't stop it, and it will be wiped out."

Behind Han Muye, an old voice came.

He turned his head and saw a fifty-year-old man wearing a blue and white robe and carrying a green jade sword behind his back.

The Taoist looked like a fairy wind and bones, and his body was full of sword energy.

It's just a figure, but it's a bit unreal.

"See?" Seeing Han Muye's gaze fall on him, the old man smiled slightly: "Back then, I fought with the Tu Tian Array, and finally lost under his Tu Yuan Battle Array. ”

"But he is no better, his cultivation is gone, and only his soul is left to fit in with the battle array."

"My name is Xu Mingjian, I have the Qingyu Sword in my hand, and I am good at the way of sword formation."

"Hey, I'm afraid there aren't many juniors who can remember me......" The old man whispered and shook his head slightly.

"Qingyu Sword Immortal, one of the masters of the Heaven Patrol Palace, rampant with the sword array, in the name of the seniors, who doesn't know my Heaven Survey Palace?" Han Muye spoke softly.

His words made the old man tremble, and he raised his head and stared at Han Muye.

"Cangchang—"

The green jade long sword came out of its sheath, turned into three, and stabbed at Han Muye's chest.

The sword light flashed, and as soon as it moved, it was within three feet of Han Muye's body.

The three feet in front of Jian Xiu are the final bottom line.

was penetrated by the sword light within three feet, and it could be seen that the cultivation strength was too poor, and it was obviously powerless to resist.

Xu Mingjian showed a hint of disappointment on his face, and was just about to put away his sword, but his eyes suddenly widened.

I saw Han Muye raise his right hand, his index finger and middle finger together, and the cyan sword light on his fingertips slowly poked out.

The movements are slow.

It was so slow that Xu Mingjian was anxious for him.

But it was this slow sword that was on top of the three sword shadows, shattering the three sword shadows.

"Three swords in a row?"

"Good means!"

Xu Mingjian showed joy on his face and stared at Han Muye: "Whose heir are you?" ”

Han Muye didn't speak, but with a flip of his palm, the blade of the sword on his fingertips flicked and flew out directly.

With a movement of his fingers, the sword light flashed like a meteor, instantly locking the space around Xu Mingjian.

"Falling snow, fresh wind, broken soul, god destroying, you, are you the inheritor of Senior Brother Guan?" Xu Mingjian raised his hand and took out his sword, blocking a few sword lights, and then looked at Han Muye.

"Senior Brother Guan has broken through to the realm of the Immortal Monarch?"

Immortal?

Han Muye shook his head.

The combat power of Kanto Cloud may be able to reach the Golden Immortal, but the cultivation is far from enough.

Otherwise, he would not have fallen into the mundane world.

"He's fallen."

Han Muye whispered.

These words made Xu Mingjian tremble, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Senior brother, ...... have fallen"

"He, he's the most promising person in my Heaven Survey Hall to become an Immortal Monarch."

Perhaps the news was too shocking, and Xu Mingjian was a little distracted for a while.

But in an instant, he regained his senses.

"I'll talk about this later, you broke the Heaven Slaughter Array's military formation, and you have already triggered his Tu Yuan Battle Array, if you can't stop it, you will definitely die."

Xu Mingjian looked into the distance and said in a low voice: "In the past hundreds of thousands of years, there have been many sword cultivators who have fallen into this formation, and none of them can leave alive. ”

A hint of darkness flashed across his face.

"The power of the sword array may really not be as good as the Dao Soldier Great Array."

Speaking of this, he took off the long sword behind him, raised his hand, and landed in front of Han Muye.

"This sword is my Qingyu sword, it is an immortal sword weapon, but it lacks warmth, and its combat power is much worse."

"You use this sword to set up an array, attract the power of heaven and earth, and resist the Tu Yuan battle array with all your might."

Taking a deep breath, Xu Mingjian's eyes shone brightly.

"I've been entangled with the Heaven Slaughter Array for so many years, and it's time to bring it to an end."

The voice fell, and before Han Muye could speak, his body had already dissipated, turning into countless verdant sword lights.

These sword lights shone brightly, turning into layers of space in the void.

In every illusory space, there is a long sword phantom.

In this layered space, I don't know how many sword weapons.

Han Muye raised his hand and held the Qingyu Sword in front of him.

Pressing the hilt of the sword with his hand, the cyan immortal light poured in, and a faint sword intent poured in.

In the end, it is an immortal treasure with a master, and it is not suitable for direct refining, but it doesn't matter if you look into some memories, right?

As the memory screen flashed, a smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

Thankfully, I took a second look.

Many things that are seen are not necessarily true.

Only this sword will not deceive itself.

"There are still three hours, which is really not enough." Han Muye turned to look at the space around him and whispered softly.

Slowly closing his eyes, there was also a faint sword light emitting from his body.

These sword lights converged, fluttering softly, brushing across the rolling green meadows.

Three hours, but in a flash.

As the roar came, on the hill in the distance, an army of red riders and black armor surged like a tide.

The sky is covered with blood.

The rich blood light collided with the cyan fairy light, stirring up a meteor-like brilliant cold light.

Xu Mingjian's sword formation and the opponent's Tu Yuan battle array have already fought.

The sword array turned into a curtain of light, resisting the surging war horses.

"Boom-"

The war horse is like a landslide and tsunami, and it is indomitable.

Nothing can stop this war horse, whether it is sword light or sword formation.

The vast army advanced rapidly.

Patches of grassy wasteland were trampled, and mountains and forests were covered and turned yellow.

"Boom-"

The sound of explosions was heard, and the light curtain that resisted the military formation in front collapsed.

Defeated.

"Boy, it's up to you."

Xu Mingjian's voice sounded, and then all the sword light exploded and fell in the bamboo forest behind him.

In an instant, the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest turned into endless cyan sword light, and then hung silently in the air.

On the other side, the army assembled and also settled in front of Han Muye.

The pale yellow battle array aura and the cyan immortal light sword aura were distinct.

Han Muye stood in the middle, seeming to give him a chance to choose.

"Hehe, the formation, the sword formation."

Han Muye showed a smile on his face and looked at the Qingyu Sword in his hand.

"Senior, if you don't know the secrets of the Heaven Survey Palace, know that there was a turmoil in the Heaven Survey Hall back then, and know that Qingyu Sword Xu Mingjian has another identity-" Han Muye smiled and let go of the hilt of the sword.

The Qingyu sword shook and turned into pieces of bamboo leaves.

"What do you know?" Xu Mingjian's voice sounded.

"Naturally, I know that Xu Mingjian is originally the Heaven Slaughtering Array, but it is only the difference between the body and the clone, the sword spirit and the array spirit." Han Muye's voice came softly, but it made the whole heaven and earth shake.

Han Muye knew more.

From the Qingyu Sword, he knew that Xu Mingjian was originally a Formation Dao powerhouse from another Immortal Realm.

After he came to the Covered Rain Immortal Realm, he went incognito, re-practiced the way of the sword, and finally worshiped in the Xuanling Sword Sect and became a member of the Heaven Survey Palace.

It's just that from beginning to end, he made a choice before the way of the sword and the way of the formation.

Tu Yuan's battle array is extremely strong, and its combat power is monstrous.

But this battle array was defeated by the sword path in the original immortal realm, and the entire sect of the Heaven Slaughtering Array was destroyed, leaving him alone to escape.

He wants to learn the sword and take revenge with the power of the sword array.

But in the end, the cultivated sword path couldn't block his own formation.

So he was at a loss.

The two forces clashed, leaving him in a daze.

Of course, this is not the reason why he fell here.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed and he looked into the distance.

The Heaven Slayer Array fell here because it participated in the powerful battle above the two Golden Immortals.

Xuanling Sword Sect Da Luo Jin Immortal Zhu Ming, came to attack and kill the Cangyun Immortal Jun who was seriously retreated.

Because of the strong methods of the formation, the Tu Tian Array was invited by Zhu Ming to go with him, and promised that after the matter was completed, there would be a heavy reward.

Attacking and killing an Immortal Monarch, this opportunity is also a fight for the Heaven Slaughtering Array.

The final result was that Cangyun Immortal Jun and Da Luo Jin Immortal Zhu Ming died together, and the Heaven Slaughter Array was implicated and withdrew from the Bitter Immortal Domain, but finally died of serious injuries.

It's just that before he fell, he had a lot of arrangements and wanted to leave his inheritance.

It's a pity that choosing between the formation path and the sword path made his own soul chaotic and split into two.

"Sword Spirit, Array Spirit......" Xu Mingjian whispered softly.

On the opposite side, above the vast battle array, a figure wearing a pale yellow robe appeared, standing in the air.

"Then you say, is the formation path strong, or the sword path strong?"

The pale yellow figure shouted loudly, and above the battle array, all the war horses shouted in unison, causing the bloody qi to surge, and the vast power suddenly pressed down towards the front.

"You say, is the formation way strong, or the sword path is strong." Behind Han Muye, the verdant bamboo leaves turned into a green jade sword, and the blades of the swords were all pointed at him.

Is the formation strong, or the kendo strong?

Until the fall, the Heaven Slayer Array couldn't figure it out.

admits that the formation path is strong, then all his persistence is meaningless, because his formation path is defeated under the sword path.

admits that the sword path is strong, but the sword path he cultivates is obviously weaker than his own formation.

"Actually, there is no distinction between strong and weak cultivation in the world." Han Muye shook his head and looked at the pale yellow figure on the vast battle array in front of him.

"Cangchang—"

A sword roar resounded through the heavens and the earth!

Sword!

It's not Xu Mingjian's Qingyu sword, it's not the thousands of bamboo leaves, it's the grass.

Countless blades of grass rose and turned into a half-foot sword, green and soft.

Between Han Muye's raised hand, the half-foot small sword converged into a great sword that supported the sky, the sword light was shining, and the golden immortal patterns on it were circulating, agile and fluttering.

The sword was gathered, and it slashed directly towards the vast battle array.

"Good swordsmanship." The pale yellow figure above the battle formation let out a low shout, triggering the entire large array, and the war horses that had originally stopped instantly thundered.

The war horses galloped, like waves.

A phantom of a golden-armored warrior appeared, holding a spear and colliding with the sword that had been slashed at the head.

This blow attracted the power of heaven and earth behind it, and gathered into a thousand zhang spear.

"Bang-"

The long sword shattered, the spear turned into nothingness, and the golden armor warrior also collapsed directly.

Neck and neck!

The power of a sword can compete with such a strong battle formation without retreating, and it is evenly matched!

The green jade long swords in the back shook slightly, as if they couldn't believe it.

Who can have such swordsmanship, and the battle array with Tu Yuan will not be retreated!

"Hum—"

At this moment, the shattered long sword dispersed and turned into countless verdant small swords, floating in the air.

This appearance is very similar to the long swords made of bamboo leaves in the back.

"There is still the power of a battle......" In the green jade sword bush, Xu Mingjian's voice sounded.

He didn't expect that the collapsed long sword would have such means.

Countless small cyan swords fell down like rain.

All the horses were covered in the rain, and their bodies melted away, and then they fell silent.

Vast expanses of verdant green grass are covered in what seems to be endless.

The grassland that was trampled before is back.

The pale yellow body also turned into nothingness in the rain.

Tu Yuan battle array, broken.

Han Muye slowly turned his head and looked at the green bamboo behind him.

"The way of the sword, the way to break the stand, the Tu Yuan battle array can be broken, and the way of the sword can stand."

"Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered."

The palm of his hand was pressed gently, and in Han Muye's eyes, there were countless streamers flashing: "Senior, do you say that the sword path is strong, or the formation path is strong?" ”

"Sword Dao ......" Xu Mingjian opened his mouth blankly, causing those green jade swords to vibrate.

"Kendo?" Han Muye chuckled lightly and raised his palm: "Senior, look-"

"Boom-"

The grass turned into a long sword again, and the blade of the sword slashed down at the head.

The green bamboo leaves also condensed into a sword, not letting it go at all, colliding with the green grass long sword.

The two swords shattered at the same time, and the green bamboo swords were scattered all over the bamboo leaves, but those grassy swords were suspended one by one.

"This, this is the power of the sword array?"

"No, this is—" Xu Mingjian, who was wearing a green robe, revealed his figure, and his face was full of excitement.

"This is, Tu Yuan Battle Array!"

Every blade of grass is a knight!

Take the sword as the array, and the sword becomes the battle array!

Xu Mingjian's body trembled, staring at the sword light that slowly gathered strength, and muttered in his mouth: "Why didn't I expect that the sword array, the battle array, the sword, the array, the ......"

The way of the sword and the way of the formation, why should it be so clear?

The Heaven Slayer Array has exhausted all its life's strength, to verify who is stronger in its sword path and formation path, and who can let itself get the power of revenge.

But it wasn't until this time that he realized that if he had gone one step further and mixed the sword formation that had already condensed with what he had learned, the combat power would be completely different!

But everyone has obsessions.

His obsession with the opposite of the way and the way of the sword made him feel obscured in his heart, and by the time he fell, the two powers could not be united.

"Hum—"

The Qingzhu Sword Formation flew up and turned into a Tsing Yi Sword Cultivator holding a long sword.

The sword cultivation array, the sword light in his hand converged.

At this time, the brilliance of this sword light was many times stronger than the previous Qingyu Sword.

"I get it......"

Xu Mingjian's figure slowly dispersed.

"This sword is for you."

The verdant sword flew down in front of Han Muye.

Immortal Sword Weapon, Qingyu Sword.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and grabbed the long sword, and the space around his body continued to circulate, and finally turned into clouds.

Empty basilica.

Zhao Pingyu, who was holding a half-foot gold-armored puppet in his hand, looked up and was slightly stunned when he saw Han Muye.

However, his gaze fell on the verdant long sword held in Han Muye's hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Senior Brother Han, Senior Tu said, I will go to the Falling Snow Fairy Realm with you one day."

Together, they got the inheritance of the Heaven Slaughtering Array, and Zhao Pingyu called Han Muye a senior brother, which was not bad.

The Heaven Slaughter Array came from the Falling Snow Immortal Realm, and when his own sect was destroyed, he always wanted to take revenge but couldn't.

Han Muye got this Qingyu Sword, and he naturally wanted to go to the Falling Snow Immortal Realm when he had the opportunity one day.

There is no need for any commitment, if he has the ability to take revenge, he will strike.

Han Muye nodded and looked around.

This hall relied on the power of two treasures to gather a large array, and after being collected from the Qingyu Sword and the golden puppet, the hall had no power to suppress it, and it began to collapse.

"Let's go." Holding a long sword, Han Muye's figure moved, and he stepped out of the main hall.

Zhao Pingyu smiled, held the golden armor puppet in his palm, and walked out.

The grand hall crumbled behind them.

The two stood in front of the stone steps, looking at the pillar of blood-colored smoke rising in front of them.

Twenty pillars of smoke soared into the sky, blocking in front of the already shattered bluestone square.

"Chance in the world requires a share of those who see it."

"My Blood War Sect has always been generous, leaving that sword, and that puppet."

The voice rang out, with a hint of banter.

"By the way, your blue stone, and the twin swords you are carrying."

"With such a big hall, you must have made a lot of money, and you don't feel distressed if you share some treasures with us, right?"

Twenty pillars of smoke surrounded Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, and the bloody aura was pervasive, as if even the divine soul could be suppressed.

The Blood War Sect is a great sect in the Rain-Covered Immortal Realm, and its strength is so strong, who dares to face it?

They have done too much of this kind of half-way robbery, and they are handy.

As for those who want to rebel, that's better.

"Blood War Sect." Han Muye looked at the twenty strong men wearing blood armor who had gathered around.

Jia Lintao, the master of the Blood War Sect he met last time, no longer has the belief that he will win every battle.

This time, it seems to be different.

The fighting spirit is solid.

On Han Muye's body, the sword light and battle intent directly turned into a gangfeng!

"Kill-" The master of the Blood Battle Sect standing in front of him shouted lowly, and the spear in his hand stabbed out against the long sword.

The other nineteen Blood Battle Sect masters shot at the same time.

Zhao Pingyu laughed, the golden armor puppet in his hand turned ten zhang high, and the golden war spear in his hand swept across.

"Bang-"

The war spear blocked half of the Blood Battle Sect masters, and the rest of the people, under the leadership of Jiang Jin, the first deacon of the Nine Blood Hall of the Blood Battle Sect, broke into Han Muye's side.

The Qingyu Sword in Han Muye's hand shook and turned into a cyan bamboo leaf.

The bamboo leaves flickered, and the power revealed in them enveloped the space of a hundred zhang.

"Be careful!" Jiang Jin's face changed, and the war gun in his hand smashed down.

But the spear only fell three feet, and it was blocked by the cyan sword light.

Several other Blood Battle Sect masters were covered in cyan bamboo leaves, and their blood was shining.

"Thorn-"

The bamboo leaves pierced the body, spilling with a trace of blood.

When the long sword in Han Muye's hand regathered, only three Blood Battle Sect masters stood in front of him, and the others had already retreated with pale faces.

On the other side, the golden armor puppet also used its spear to force the remaining Blood Battle Sect masters back.

"Get out of the way." Jiang Jin let out a low snort, the pillar of qi and blood smoke on his body turned into a blood-colored dragon, and walked with him, the spear in his hand was broken into two short spears, and his hands poked out.

The two blood dragons rushed forward with the spear, winding towards both sides of Han Muye's body.

This blow directly locked Han Muye's retreat.

Moreover, with this blow, it can be seen that the streamer is flashing, and the blood is permeated, and even the power of the divine soul is suppressed.

If Han Muye wants to survive, he can only fight.

This is the Blood War Sect.

Fight bloodily and live, otherwise, you can only die.

Han Muye raised the Qingyu Sword in his hand, his face solemn.

Jiang Jin's strength is strong enough.

That's what's interesting.

The long sword stabbed out, and a cyan sword light poked out, attracting the two blood dragons to pursue, and then slashed out with a sword, and the cyan sword light flashed, and the space in front of him was broken.

It's not entanglement, it's about breaking the space directly!

The blade of the sword instantly appeared three feet in front of Jiang Jin's body.

Jiang Jin let out a low snort and smashed it down with a punch.

"When—"

The blade of the sword slammed.

The two were three feet apart, and the spears and swords in their hands stabbed or slashed, attracting the power of the surrounding heaven and earth to converge.

The wind exploded, and Zhao Pingyu and others had to retreat.

Ten zhang.

Baizhang.

Thousands of feet.

Million!

"Boom-"

The cyan sword light mingled with the blood-colored spear, and then exploded with a roar.

The spear shattered, revealing the true face of the spear.

The sword light shattered, and the green leaves floated.

"Breeze, disperse." Han Muye raised his hand, and countless verdant bamboo leaves turned into a battle array, and one swept away, wrapping Jiang Jin in it.

This blow came suddenly and strangely, Jiang Jin's eyes widened, but he couldn't break out for a while.

"Kill—"

Jiang Jin's loud shouts came, and he crashed out of the cyan battle array, covered in blood, and his hands trembled.

Han Muye drew the sword in his hand and turned into a cyan light curtain.

Then, he slowly raised his hand, and the two swords behind his back condensed into a sword with battle intent and sword intent.

Killing intent began to surge.

The spirit and spirit converge, and the killing intent, sword intent and battle intent are condensed in one sword!

Jiang Jin looked up at the sword in Han Muye's hand, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and took a step back.

Withdraw!

Those Blood Battle Sect masters all widened their eyes.

The first deacon of the Nine Blood Hall, Jiang Jin, who has always won every battle, actually took a step back today!

"Nine Blood Hall, Jiang Jin." Jiang Jin looked at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.

"Haha, this is Yunlan City Yunlan Sword Immortal." Zhao Pingyu on the side said with a smile.

The name of Jiang Jin of the Nine Blood Hall, Zhao Pingyu has also heard of it for a long time.

I really didn't expect that such a strong man would take a step back in front of Yunlan Sword Immortal today.

This step means that the combat power of Yunlan Sword Immortal has already surpassed the deacon of the Nine Blood Hall, and it is close to the elder powerhouse of the Nine Blood Hall!

Yunlan Sword Immortal, how strong is it?

"Yunlan City, Yunlan Sword Immortal, I remember." Jiang Jin nodded, the blood on his body flashed, and his figure retreated.

He wasn't sure.

If you are not sure of winning, then this battle will be abandoned for the time being.

For the masters of their Blood Battle Sect, it was a good thing to have a strong enemy in front of them.

It's also a good thing that there is no chance of winning for the time being.

The surging battle intent surged in his heart, and Jiang Jin's eyes were full of halos like flames.

The next target, Shengyunlan Sword Immortal!

Looking at the Blood Battle Sect master who was slowly retreating, Han Muye turned his head to look at Zhao Pingyu.

"Senpai-"

"Hey, junior brother, it's junior brother." Zhao Pingyu waved his hand and said with a smile.

Han Muye shook his head and chuckled: "Then Senior Brother, Senior Brother Zhao, I want to go to the Bitter Immortal Domain, so I won't go with you." ”

Hearing Han Muye say that he would go to the Bitter Immortal Domain, Zhao Pingyu showed a solemn look on his face, nodded, and took out a golden array plate.

"It's also a burden for me to walk with you, Senior Brother, this is a piece of array that can resist the blow of the Void Peak and can also teleport thousands of miles, so send Senior Brother to protect yourself."

He threw the array in front of Han Muye, turned around and left.

Han Muye took the array plate and didn't stay any longer, his body turned into sword light.

Zhao Pingyu turned his head slightly, watching the sword light instantly cross thousands of miles, and envy flashed on his face.

"That's amazing......"

In the distance, everyone from the Blood War Sect also looked up.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, it's so powerful." A Blood Battle Sect master with a pale face and blood marks between his head and face whispered softly.

Jiang Jin nodded, and the battle intent on his body surged.

Han Muye, who was flying in mid-air, took out a golden talisman in his hand, and the immortal light penetrated into it, causing a blood-colored aura to flash.

"Found it." Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye followed the guidance of this spiritual light, turned directly, and flew forward.

Ahead, the vast and endless mountains exude a distant atmosphere.

The golden fire hidden on Han Muye's shoulder raised his head, and a crystal light flashed in his eyes.

Over there, it's the Bitter Immortal Domain.