Two thousand three hundred and twenty elite disciples of the Sword Sect are waiting to sharpen their swords!

Zhu Yong said a word, and the sword intent on Han Muye's body rose to the sky.

The sword light converged and went straight to the sky.

Behind him, twenty Heavenly Immortal Guards and a hundred Heavenly Immortal Great Demons all activated their strength, forming a pillar of qi and blood light that covered the sky and the sun.

One person came, and one hundred and twenty heavenly immortals followed.

"Yunlan City Han is invincible, so powerful." In the distance, a voice sounded above the city.

Above the continuous pavilion city, one after another sword lights shined, turning into sword pillars that supported the sky, condensing into a heavenly wall.

Sharpen your sword.

The pillar of qi and blood light slammed into the heavenly wall and shattered.

The power of two thousand elite disciples of the Xuanling Sword Sect, not to mention a mere one hundred and twenty heavenly immortals, is ten times more than that, like snow meeting the scorching sun.

Behind Han Muye, one hundred and twenty Heavenly Immortal powerhouses had qi and blood shocks on their bodies, and they couldn't help themselves.

The disciple of the Sword Sect has a monstrous combat power.

"Dismount?" Han Muye whispered softly, stepped out, and the sword light around his body converged, turning into a primordial sword.

The hairband fluttering behind his back turned into a cyan dagger.

With two swords in hand, the body of the sword light breathed a hundred miles.

"Haha, this is like a sword cultivator." A voice came from the city ahead, and a thirty-year sword cultivator with a long sword in his hand stood in the air.

"Du Mingqi of the Twilight Snow Hall is waiting!"

The sword in Jian Xiu's hand was raised, causing a sword light as light as snow to float, and the sword of Thirty Sword Xiu seemed to be lightly described.

But thousands of feet in front of Han Muye, a snow-capped mountain appeared, the mountain was thousands of feet high, and it was covered with snow.

"What a trick for a thousand mountains and twilight snow!"

Han Muye let out a long laugh, and threw out the short sword in his hand: "Look at my style of stratus clouds!" ”

The sword turned into clouds, the clouds gathered into the sea, and the sea of clouds fell and collided with the snow-capped mountains.

The mountain and the sea of clouds blended into a cyan immortal aura.

Break the sword with the sword momentum.

This is a competition between the same sects, and it has nothing to do with cultivation, only a comprehension of the way of the sword.

"Good, good swordsmanship."

A trace of horror flashed on Du Mingqi's face, his figure retreated to the side, and he arched his hand: "Yunlan Sword Immortal swordsmanship is superb, Du Mingqi is willing to bow down." ”

Han Muye's figure did not stop, swept in front of him, and said, "Accept." ”

Now that his cultivation strength has reached such a level, Han Muye is no longer humble.

When I came to the Sword Sect Mountain Gate today, I didn't think about hiding it.

The probe withdrew his short sword, and a sword light followed in front of him.

"When—"

Han Muye's trapped sword struck out in his hand, turning into tens of thousands of daos, locking the sword weapon.

Ten thousand swords were swirling, and the long sword wrapped in it screamed, and the sword spirit on it trembled.

"Yuling Hall Zhu Cungan bows down!" In front of him, a gray-robed Lenten sword cultivator flew over and hurriedly surrendered his hand.

It's just a must-lose battle, and if your spirit sword weapon hurts your spirituality, you really can't make it.

Han Muye raised his hand to withdraw the trapping sword, nodded his head, his body did not stop, and he walked forward again.

Zhu Cun also recalled his long sword, and the sword intent penetrated and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, there was no damage.

He looked up and saw that Han Muye had already broken two more sword lights with the sword in his hand.

"Being able to make a name for yourself in the Yunteng Wasteland is really not luck." Zhu Cun showed emotion on his face, whispered in his mouth, and a bright halo flashed in his eyes.

"Big brother, it's amazing......" Looking at Han Muye, who was crisscrossing with a sword, Zhao Chen outside the city showed envy on his face.

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"Shaodong, Yunlan Sword Immortal's swordsmanship has been honed in hundreds of undefeated battles in the Yunteng Wasteland." Behind him, Old Chu spoke softly.

"I know, I don't have that ability, and I'm out of drama in this life." Zhao Chen waved his hand, no longer looked up, turned around and walked towards the city gate.

"I'd better think about how to earn fairy spirit stones."

Chu Lao shook his head, sighed, and walked over.

He grew up watching this young owner of his own family, and his cultivation also followed him, and his talent is not bad, but unfortunately, his heart is not here.

"That's Han Invincible?" In the distance, in front of a large hall suspended between the clouds, a white-bearded old man spoke softly.

Beside him, there were several old men in cyan robes.

"That's right, the inheritor of Senior Brother Zhuming." Zhou Sheng, who didn't know when he arrived, hung a wine gourd around his waist and spoke loudly.

"Well, that continuous means of gathering sword intent is indeed the way of Senior Brother Zhu Ming." An old man looked at the gentle sword light in Han Muye's hand, nodded and spoke.

Everyone else also recognized the sword intent contained in this sword.

"It's just that I heard that Li Yungang is also very interested in this kid?" The old man in front turned his head to look at Zhou Sheng.

The others also turned their heads to look at him.

Zhou Sheng grinned, reached out to brush a handful of beard hair, and then patted the wine gourd on his waist.

"That guy gave me a lot of good wine."

His words made the leading old man frown slightly.

The others also turned their heads to look at Han Muye again.

At this time, Han Muye had already broken fourteen sword lights in a row, and forced back the fourteen elite disciples of the Sword Sect with the double swords in his hands.

"I don't know how many levels he has passed in the Land of Trials, but according to his understanding, the Slashing God Temple will not ignore it." Mu Huan, the hall master of the Heaven Survey Palace, who had been to the Bitter Immortal Domain before, and was already at the peak of Da Luo, was already at the peak of Da Luo, and Mu Huan, the hall master of the Heaven Survey Hall who was in charge of a supreme treasure, looked at the void above his head.

It seemed that he could see an empty hall over there.

The most mysterious hall of the Sword Sect, slaying gods.

Slaying the gods is not really a big hall, but a mission.

Only true elites, truly transcendent Sword Sect disciples, are qualified to enter the Slashing God Temple.

Han Muye, could it be that he has already obtained the qualifications to enter the Slashing God Temple?

In the surrounding heavenly firmament, hundreds of divine thoughts fell, all of them quietly observing Han Muye and observing his swordsmanship.

None of these people have cultivated under the Heavenly Immortal Refinement.

There are also dozens of divine thoughts that are flickering, without a trace, and they are obviously golden immortal powerhouses who have surpassed the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

"Boom-"

A sword shattered the sword array in front of him, picking up the elite of the Sword Sect who was blocking the way, Han Muye's swords were staggered, and the battle intent on his body condensed into one.

"It's really not a good fight."

He raised his head to the sky and shouted, and his body went straight to the sky.

The sword light that was triggered turned into a wave that soared into the sky, surging and vibrating, breaking through the heavenly dome.

"Don't come under the refinement."

"On top of refining void, let's go together."

The sound vibrates, and the man and the sword merge, crashing through hundreds of millions of heavy clouds and crashing into the void.

Go straight into the void, and only above the refining void can you be qualified to fight!

Han Muye's words made all the divine thoughts around him ripple, and many people couldn't restrain their own strength directly, and exploded.

Mad?

Proud?

This is the real sword cultivation!

If you are afraid, how can you be called a sword immortal?

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Which sword immortal is not arrogant?

Countless sword lights lit up and went straight to the sky!

With a radius of 100,000 miles, the sword light shines into stars.

Xuanling Sword Sect, the first kendo sect in the Rain Immortal Realm.

"Good! My Sword Sect has not produced such an arrogant sword immortal for hundreds of thousands of years! In this battle, the old man should take a good look. A white-haired sword cultivator let out a long laugh, and his body turned into a cyan long sword, flying straight into the sky and breaking into the void.

There are not a few Sword Sect elders like him.

Sword cultivation is warlike in his bones.

With the sword in hand, why bother?

War!

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, rampant in the Yunteng Wasteland, really lonely and arrogant, don't lose the demeanor of my Sword Sect." A voice sounded in the void, old and majestic.

"No."

A group of sword immortal powerhouses above the Sword Sect's refining void flew away and broke through the sky.

But they come out faster and retreat faster.

"Peng—"

A sword light cracked down, pressing the first three Void Refining Sword Immortals to step out into the sky.

Han Muye's double swords were in the air, blocking everyone's way.

"If you want to come to the Void to fight Han Mou, let me see if I have this qualification first."

Han Muye's long sword was raised, and the blade of the sword pointed forward.

"If you can't even take Han's sword, don't come."

Only by catching a sword can you be qualified to fight in the void!

What kind of contempt is this?

"Cangchang—"

A sword light shone, and the power that enveloped the shatterable realm flashed away, stabbing towards Han Muye's chest.

Strong.

Fast.

As soon as the sword light was combined, it rolled up an endless tide, as if the sky was collapsing.

But the sword light was blocked by a cyan headband.

The hairband rolled up, crushed the sword light, and then led the pale Sword Sect elite to throw off the dust directly.

"Yunchen Hall Tao Tianyu, refining the peak of the void, and the sword of the stars in one hand, can be used to turn the void into nothingness."

"Can't stop a sword!"

Those Sword Sect elites who had gathered within the Heavenly Gate were in an uproar.

Those Sword Sect seniors in the distance all had solemn faces.

"Look at the sword."

With a low shout, a sword light turned into a long dragon, attracting the power of heaven and earth, and roaring out with filial piety.

This sword appeared, and it had already shattered half of the sky, and the long dragon reached out and slapped it towards Han Muye.

Void!

This sword is already the power of dissolving the void, and it is in harmony with the cave heaven hidden in the void, and the power of aggregation is not refining the void energy at all.

Han Muye raised his hand, and the cyan hairband turned into a short sword, and the sword cracked.

The trapping sword in his right hand shattered, turning into a formation of ten thousand sword lights, locking the long dragon.

"Peng—"

The hairband slashed the sword light, trapped the sword and wrapped it around, wrapped the disciple who came out of the sword, and threw it into the sky.

Not a step back.

Not a sword!

"Even, even the elite Gu Ming of the three halls can't rush out of the void......" The elites of the Sword Sect who were originally preparing to draw their swords all looked ahead in horror.

The two swords were in the air, and the battle intent and sword intent on Han Muye's body were condensed, and the surging killing intent was drawn together.

"Condensing the spirit and spirit is a sword, no wonder Li Yungang can't take his sword in the first seat." In front of an illusory hall not far away, an old man in a gray robe had a gleam in his eyes.

"I always felt that his swordsmanship was more than that." The other old man frowned and looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

"First use the general trend to provoke the fighting intent of the elite disciples of the Sword Sect, and then challenge with a sword to show your style," an old man with a simple face chuckled: "Now another sword is in the sky." ”

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"Step by step, step by step to win, no wonder you can do something in the Yunteng Wasteland in just ten years, which others can't do in 100,000 years."

Outside the heavenly dome, there were also several figures standing side by side at this time.

It's just that the fairy light on them is dark, and people can't detect it at all.

Da Luo is strong, Li Yungang, who can defeat the Heavenly Demon King, is also among them, but he can only stand in the back, and there is no arrogance on his face.

Because of the few people in front of him, each of them is an existence that surpasses the Great Luo Golden Immortal!

Xianjun.

Kendo Immortal.

These people are the real core of the Sword Sect, and every character is a strong man in the immortal world.

"Gathering momentum, chaotic momentum, palm momentum, the power of two thousand three hundred and twenty elites is gathered and dispersed by one heart, and the means are good."

"Can this son be used as an alternative?" An old man in a linen robe spoke softly.

He looked at Han Muye, who was with a long sword in the air, and his expression was full of emotion.

"Burial Immortal City needs a ruler, but he," the other old man shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's too weak." ”

Weak.

Han Muye's sword made all the Sword Sect elites restrain their hands, but in the eyes of these powers, it was too weak.

Others did not refute it.

"The Spirit Sword can control the God Slaughter War Puppet for three percent, if he can get the approval of the Spirit Sword, maybe there is still a chance." An old man in a green robe spoke up.

"There is little hope." The old man in front of him shook his head, his eyes revealing a depth like a starry sky.

"This time, the general trend of the Dao Gate has been cut off, but next time there is any action in the Zhou Tian Divine Realm, we are afraid that we will not be able to stop it."

"It is imperative to kill the gods."

The old man's voice was irresistible.

"If he can take charge of the Burial Immortal City and the God Slaughtering War Puppet, when I leave, the Sword Sect can be handed over to him."

"It's just that he has to stop the Blood War Sect."

Li Yungang, who was standing in the rear, had a complicated expression.

At one time, he also became an alternative.

Unfortunately, he was defeated.

Now, he looked at the figure of the sword light blocking the sky and no one stepping out, and he didn't feel his blood boiling.

If I had chosen to face the challenge like this and did not take a step back, would I have stepped into a realm that I didn't dare to think of?

For so many years, I have been challenging everywhere, but I can no longer make up for the final retreat at the beginning.

The more challenging it is, the more it shows its original cowardice.

The scene in front of him where the sword light is swaying, and the elites of the Thousands of Sword Sects can't take a step is the real Sword Immortal!

"This kid, maybe there really ...... chance" Li Yungang muttered, his eyes revealing a bright halo.

Sword Sect, how many years has there not been a sword to subdue his peers, and the strong man who made ten thousand swords bow down!

In one day and one night, no one can step out of the sky.

The kendo elite who rushed out went from one person with one sword to three people in formation, to ten people together.

The sword array in front of Han Muye also changed from a trap sword at the beginning to a nine-story sword tower floating at this time.

On the cyan short sword in his hand, the condensed sword light was already dazzling, to the point that he couldn't look at it directly.

The sword was in front of him, and no one could get closer.

Such a sword immortal, the style is outstanding.

This kind of style is the means of swordsmanship.

Han Muye blocked the Heavenly Gate with one person and one sword, and those elite disciples who were stopped were not only not annoyed, but their fighting intent surged. Countless disciples and elders who watched the battle only admired and admired, and there was no jealousy.

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This is sword cultivation.

If you want to cultivate the sword, you must be calm in your heart, and your heart and sword are the same.

At this time, the thirty-two Void Refining Peak Sword Immortals shot at the same time.

The sword light condensed into a cyan sword light dragon, breaking through the heavenly wall and spanning thousands of miles.

"Boom-"

Thirty-two sword lights slashed through the sword formation set up by the sword in front of Han Muye.

Thirty-two sword lights did not stop, and one roared, slashing towards Han Muye's head.

This is the strongest lineup of the Sword Sect's elite.

This sword was already the strongest sword that had gathered among the two thousand three hundred and twenty elites.

No matter how strong the Void Transformation Sword Immortal was, he could make a move at the same time, but he couldn't make up this Heaven-Swinging Lingyun Sword Formation composed of thirty-two Sword Immortals who had cultivated to the same level.

The Sky Lingyun Sword Array, the power of the thirty-two refining void sword immortals, can slash the golden immortals, and can defeat Da Luo!

At this moment, the tens of thousands of Sword Sect disciples and Sword Sect powerhouses around all fell their minds on Han Muye.

Whether he can take this sword or not, he will become the strongest elite disciple of the Sword Sect for tens of thousands of years.

Han's invincible name is well deserved.

"Look at it, if he has a back hand, it will be in this sword." All the powerhouses in the Heaven Survey Hall were all gathered with sword light on their bodies.

Han Muye was a disciple of Zhu Ming, and he was qualified to become one of the hall masters of the Heaven Patrol Palace, so he couldn't get injured under this sword.

"Hehe, in fact, this battle has already been concerned by several elders, that is, the sect master is afraid that he will also incarnate with divine thoughts, why should we worry?" Zhou Sheng shook his head, but his face was full of indifference.

"Everyone knows that it is impossible to let this sword hurt him today, but if we don't show our performance, this kid will be snatched away by the Battle Heaven Temple." Ahead, Mu Huan glanced at him and spoke.

Zhou Sheng opened his mouth and looked at Han Muye's figure who was already shrouded in sword light.

This makes sense, but why does it sound so weird?

Han Muye raised his head and watched the thirty-two sword rays fall one by one.

This sword is extremely strong.

This is the unification of the will of the kendo powerhouse, and it is a sword that condenses the general trend.

It is impossible to let them use this sword again.

This sword is fighting for the future trend of the Sword Sect.

Han Muye can retreat.

He didn't need to take this sword.

Because on this day and night, no one can step out of the heavenly vault, and he has proven himself.

But this sword he must take.

The sword in his heart, the sword of the Great Dao he is pursuing, is already impatient!

His fighting spirit has converged to its peak.

One step forward, the dagger raised.

His eyes were clear, and he whispered softly.

The voice was so low that only he could hear it.

"I, Han Muye, have a sword in my hand, I want to protect the way in my heart, the immortals of heaven and earth, who can break my sword?"

Sword, stabbed out.

The cyan sword light was soft and elegant, like a hairband.

But this sword pierced through the void.

Break.

Break through the space of the world of heaven and earth.

Break the space of the world of two heavens and earths.

Break the space of the world of the Three Heavens and Earths.

Broken, the space of the Ten Thousand Worlds, the sword light turned into a bright light, and swallowed the long sword where the thirty-two sword intents converged.

"Condensing the Ten Thousand Realms with a sword, this is, the Spirit Sword Method!" In front of the Heaven Surveying Palace, the old man standing in front of Zhou Sheng had sword light stirring on his body, and he shouted in a low voice.

"Spirit sword, he used to make a sword in the Burial Immortal City, and this kid took the sword." Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed.

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In the void, Li Yungang's eyes widened: "The spirit sword's sword intent condenses the sword momentum, at the beginning, he took this sword. ”

"You can comprehend it with a sword, okay." The sword light on the body of an immortal monarch powerhouse standing in front of him surged, and his mouth was high.

"Rong Zhuming's long sword intent, and then quietly gather the sword of the Ten Thousand Worlds of the Spirit Sword," the voice of the old man who had been holding his hands behind his back in front of him revealed a hint of appreciation: "This day and night has not been exhausted, so forbearance." ”

"The nature of those who seek the general trend and the sword of the general trend are all there, not bad."

The old man's gaze fell on the nine-story sword tower in front of Han Muye, and he said softly: "It's rare that even the nine-yuan tower has chosen him. ”

Slowly turning around, the old man's gaze swept over the group of immortal monarch powerhouses: "Then, alternative?" ”

Everyone bowed down and bowed their hands: "Follow the order of the sect master." ”

The old man nodded, raised his hand and waved, and his figure dispersed.

As it dispersed, there was also the sword light in front of Han Muye.

Thirty-two sword lights flew away, and the sword that Han Muye had condensed himself also recovered, turning into a shining sword light again.

This sword, which gathered thousands of sword intents, returned to his hand, as if he had not stabbed this sword at all just now.

"The retrospective of space and time can attract such a force, even if it is an immortal, it is also difficult, right?" Han Muye turned the short sword into a gleaming headband and whispered in a low voice.

He himself knew how strong the sword was just now, and even Da Luo Jinxian couldn't resolve it between light strokes.

Although no one said who actually made the move, since someone stopped the battle, the battle was over.

More than 2,000 Sword Sect elites dispersed, and Han Muye also flew down.

The Sword Sect disciples who were watching around were full of reluctance, with emotion on their faces, and turned around.

Observing this day, it is unimaginable to improve my kendo.

When you see the peaks of the mountains, you can have hills and ravines in your heart.

Han Muye's invincible sword cultivation appearance with a horizontal sword in the sky will be remembered by countless Sword Sect disciples.

Cultivating a sword in this life should be like this.

When Han Muye flew out of the city, an old Taoist wearing a green robe and in the Heavenly Immortal Cave Void Realm stood waiting for him.

"Han Muye, I am Xuanji, the elder of the Zhenxuan Palace, and Chen Qiu sent a message saying that you promised to go to the Burial Immortal City as a disciple of the Zhenxuan Palace."

"If you represent my Zhenxuan Palace, you can go to the Zhenxuan Hall to repair first." The old Taoist looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

He came early, and he was going to receive Han Muye to Zhenxuan Palace.

But he didn't expect that Han Muye would directly fight with the elite of the Sword Sect just after he came out of the teleportation array.

This battle also made his heart cold by half.

Such a strong person, Yunlan City Han is invincible, how can he represent Zhenxuan Palace?

Now to ask, it's just a formality.

It is estimated that the people from the Heaven Survey Hall and the Battle Heaven Hall have also arrived.

"Okay, then I'll go to the Zhenxuan Hall with the elders." Han Muye nodded and spoke.

"Okay, I understand—go, go to the Zhenxuan Palace?" Elder Xuanji was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face slowly showed ecstasy from stunned.

"Really going?"

Han Muye nodded: "Of course it's really going." ”

Elder Xuanji laughed, quickly stopped laughing, raised his hand and threw out a small blue and gray flying boat, and then lowered his voice and said, "Hurry up, hurry up." ”

The flying boat flew away for a while, Zhou Sheng flew down, looked around, and wondered: "Where did this kid go?" ”

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Looking up, the figure of a strong man from the Battle Heaven Temple flashed away.

……

There are a total of sixteen Heavenly Immortals and Golden Immortal Realm elders who have not yet retreated in Zhenxuan Palace.

Among them, the highest cultivation is Elder Xuanqing, who has reached the realm of Daluo.

At this time, a group of elders sat around and quietly looked at Han Muye in front of him.

"Elders, is there anything else you want to ask?" Han Muye arched his hand and spoke loudly.

"Uh, no, no." The elders shook their heads.

They had been asking around Han Muye for a long time just now, and the questions they could and couldn't have already asked were almost there.

"Ahem," Elder Xuanqing, who was wearing a gray robe, coughed lightly: "Yunlan, you can represent my Zhenxuan Hall to garrison the Burial Immortal City, and go out to represent the face of my Zhenxuan Palace." ”

The others all nodded.

Elder Xuanqing raised his hand, and several sets of battle armor with immortal light, as well as some moon-white dao robes, green jade belts, dust, steps, etc., fell in front of Han Muye.

The two cyan swords flashed with clear light.

Good sword weapon.

Xianbao.

"Tell me, what else is needed?" Elder Xuanqing looked at Han Muye with a smile.

Originally, what they promised was a fairy treasure.

But now that Han Muye has shown such strength, he can't take a piece of immortal treasure.

Han Muye looked at these robes and treasures with the mark of Zhenxuan Palace, and stretched out his hand to put them away.

"The disciple wants to stay in the Zhenxuan Hall and observe some of the swordsmanship of the seniors." Han Muye said.

"Of course." Elder Xuanqing agreed with a smile.

Han Muye wants to go elsewhere, and they are not happy.

"If I come as an elite of the Sword Sect, I can communicate, and if it is other seniors, I hope the elders can block it for me." Han Muye spoke again.

"Okay." Elder Xuanqing nodded.

Han Muye actually has a lot of ties in the Sword Sect, the inheritance of the blessing of the Heaven Survey Palace, the inheritance of the Kanto Cloud, and he is also a disciple of the Battle Heaven Hall and the Slashing God Temple.

If he had enough time, he was willing to stay in the sect and study the various lineages and the swordsmanship of his predecessors.

But now there is less than a year to go, and what he needs is to maximize his strength as much as possible.

The burial of the immortal city is not a good place.

For a month, Han Muye did not leave the Zhenxuan Palace.

After a battle with the elites of the Sword Sect, he has a more thorough understanding of the Sword Sect's inheritance of swordsmanship.

"Hum—"

The sword light flickered, and a long sword appeared in front of him.

Thousands of sword lights staggered, locking the space in front of him.

Sword formation.

Zhou Tian Sword Formation.

This is one of Han Muye's means of crisscrossing the mundane world.

But at present, the strength of this sword array is no longer enough.

The sword light diverged and merged into three thousand streamers.

This time, the space in front of him was even more turbulent, and he had to raise his hand to prop up a light curtain.

This is the large array of the Zhenxuan Palace, which specially gave Han Muye a control authority.

Three thousand streamers, still a lot.

It is impossible for three thousand sword immortals to be in a neat array.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Muye raised his hand to divide the three thousand sword lights and turn them into ten small formations of three hundred people.

The sword light revealed by each small array shone brightly, making it even more agile.

Inadequate.

It's three hundred sword immortals, and it's not that they want to get together.

The small formation then divided into a formation of thirty people.

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"It makes sense that the Sword Sect has thirty-two people in a formation." Looking at the sword array in front of him, Han Muye whispered softly.

His sword formation was not as strong as the Lingyun Formation.

"And what if it is divided again?"

The sword formation of thirty people was divided, and the number continued to increase and decrease.

"Six people are in a formation, and three formations are connected."

"Six-man and eighteen-man, that's the foundation."

Looking at the flashing sword light in front of him, Han Muye had a smile on his face.

This time, it took him three months to deduce the sword formation.

He was also very satisfied with the result.

The array of six people can exert the maximum combat power, and the superposition of swordsmanship power can become a brilliant fairy sword.

If the three formations are connected, the next level can be fought.

When Han Muye came out of the customs, Elder Xuanqing, who was guarding outside, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yunlan, if you don't go out again, I won't be able to explain." He smiled wryly as he pulled out a golden scroll.

"The Sword Sect has an order, Yunlan Sword Immortal Han Invincible leads the elite of the sect to reinforce the Burial Immortal City."

The issuance of this order means that Han Muye, as the commander of this reinforcement, has the absolute right to dispatch and command.

Moreover, it is also mentioned in the appointment that Han Muye has the right to choose independently.

The elite of the Sword Sect can be chosen.

Such a privilege is not insignificant.

The order was issued three months ago, when Han Muye was in retreat.

As soon as the order came out, the clouds moved in all directions.

In the past three months, elites from all sides have come to visit Han Muye, wondering how he will arrange and choose who to bury in Immortal City.

The Burial Immortal City is a Jedi, and life and death are unpredictable to go there.

But for the disciples of the Sword Sect, they must not be afraid of battle.

As long as Han Wushu chooses himself, it means that he likes his strength.

In the past three months, the atmosphere has been brewing constantly, and the elites of all sides have fought openly and covertly, and there has been tension.

"Yunlan, you can choose quickly, otherwise, there will really be a fight." Elder Xuanqing said in a low voice.

"There's no hurry." Han Muye put away the order and shook his head.

Along with the order came a piece of jade slip with golden light.

What is recorded in the jade slip is the information of the elite disciples of the entire Sword Sect who are currently in the sect.

Cultivation, combat power, and being good at swordsmanship are all registered.

Not necessarily the most complete and true, but certainly the most official.

After taking the jade slip and the order, Han Muye went back to the main hall and studied it slowly.

This made Elder Xuanqing dumbfounded for a while.

Time is urgent, don't pick the run-in, when do you have to wait?

When the news of Han Muye's exit came out, the elites waiting for all parties were also quietly inquiring.

"Don't worry, senior brother, your cultivation is profound, and you will definitely be invited by Yunlan Sword Immortal." In an empty hall, several Sword Sect disciples sat around, and some people looked at the top of the Thirty Daoist and smiled lightly.

"That is, Senior Brother Gutang is the number one elite of my Cloud Less Palace, so he will naturally be invited." There are disciples below who should be he.

The first man smiled, his eyes shining.

For a while, everyone was waiting to see who Han Muye would be the first to invite.

It's just that time passed, and three days later, Han Muye came out of the main hall, but instead of inviting anyone, he handed a piece of jade slip to Elder Xuanqing.

"Elder Lao has announced the cultivation method of this sword formation."

"Let's just say that if you are willing to go to the Burial Immortal City, you can form a formation by yourself."

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[Full level of comprehension: Sixty years of sword viewing in the Sword Pavilion] 【】

"When the time comes, I will choose people based on the strength of the sword formation."

Sword formation?

Elder Xuanqing had a puzzled look on his face.

Is it the Lingyun Array of the sect?

It is not easy to form this array.

Thirty-two kendo powerhouses of the same rank and equal combat power still have to run in, not for a while.

If you choose like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to pick out many people.

Reaching out to take the jade slip, his mind probed into it.

"Huh?"

"Six Xuantian Yuan Array, six people can form a battle array, wonderful!"

"Interlocking, balanced power, the most important thing is that the killing power is superimposed, if the three formations are connected, there can be anti-heaven combat power. ”

Elder Xuanqing raised his eyebrows, and his mind was even more excited: "Good formation!" ”

He looked at Han Muye and said with some pain: "With such a formation, do you really want to make it public?" ”

Once it is made public, this array will spread throughout the Sword Sect.

According to common sense, such a good array should be collected, and it should be kept secret.

"Elder, the Sword Sect will go with me to bury the life and death of the Immortal City, am I still reluctant to have a formation?" Han Muye's face was calm, and he spoke loudly.

These words shocked Elder Xuanqing, and he nodded, "Yunlan is really kind-hearted. ”

"Okay, I'll spread the word."

If this array spreads, it will inevitably be studied by the sect.

Those elite disciples who wanted to follow Han Muye to the Burial Immortal City would also practice seriously.

In this way, according to what Han Muye said, it can be achieved by selecting the strength or weakness of the formation cultivation.

This kind of choice saves the previous competition and balances the gap between the elites of the sect.

Looking at Han Muye, Elder Xuanqing said with a smile: "Your means are extraordinary, and you will stop the elites in the sect from fighting in an instant. ”

Han Muye looked outside the main hall, and there was a trace of profound spiritual light in his eyes.

"Please also ask the elders to help me deliver a message, I need five people from the same door to form a formation together, and another twelve people from the same door to form a three-line formation."

"The Hundred Heavenly Immortal Great Demons I accompanied also need to find their own contractors."

Looking at Elder Xuanqing who was staring wide-eyed, Han Muye smiled slightly: "Elder, it's not difficult for this information to get out, right?" ”

Isn't it difficult?

After this news spread, for the sake of Yunlan Sword Immortal's qualification to be in the same formation, the elite of the Sword Sect was afraid that they would fight for red eyes!

"I, I'll try." The corners of Elder Xuanqing's mouth trembled, and he muttered.