Han Muye has two swords in his hands that can exert the strongest combat power and can show in front of outsiders.

A sword trapping a sword can withstand thousands of sword weapons, and a sword trapping the enemy in the sword array cannot get out.

The other sword is the swordsmanship he created with the spiritual sword Jin Xian and Zhu Ming Qingyu sword.

It can not only drizzle continuously, but also condense the power of ten thousand swords, and one sword is stronger than another.

A year ago, Han Muye had used this sword.

That sword faced the Lingyun Array of thirty-two Sword Sect elites.

But that sword was shot by the Sword Sect Master, and it was reversed with the power of time.

The power of that sword has survived to this day!

Just for this time!

At the beginning, the spirit sword Jin Immortal slashed down with a sword, and it was struck thousands of miles away, and today Han Muye was buried in the Immortal City, of course, he had to return this sword.

At the beginning, the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal had said that he would wait for him in the Burial Immortal City.

Today, he Han Muye came.

"Hum—"

The cyan streamers scattered, turning into a three-foot jade-like sword light.

The sword light was as warm as water, as if it had no power at all.

Above his head, the vast sword light was already about to cut through the heavens and the earth.

Qingyu's sword was like fluttering grass before the sword light that slashed the sky.

"The guy from the Xuanling Sword Sect this time doesn't seem to be very good?" In the distance, someone whispered.

"Maybe it's a sign of weakness, you can't just have a strong dragon to overwhelm the ground snake, right?" Someone smiled and looked at the two sword lights that were about to meet.

There are strong people in the city, so you can't let the commander of the Xuanling Sword Sect's reinforcements be killed as soon as he stepped out of the teleportation array, right?

Many people subconsciously turned their heads to look at the towering pavilion in the center of the city.

At this time, at the top of the pavilion, five figures of different shapes stood side by side.

"Purple Jade Immortal Monarch, don't make a move? This is your Sword Sect junior. A long-bearded Taoist wearing a green jade crown chuckled lightly, his hands behind his back, and his expression was full of emotion.

On the other side, the majestic man in armor clenched his fists and snorted coldly: "The spirit sword has always been arrogant, and this time it has passed." ”

The others didn't speak, but turned to the side out of the corner of their eyes and looked at the tall Lenten Sword Cultivator with a black long sword on his back.

These five people are the top people who guard the burial immortal city, the five immortal monarchs.

Daomen Qinghe Daozong Yuhe Immortal Jun.

Xuanling Sword Sect Purple Jade Immortal Monarch.

Tianyaomen Huyuan Immortal Monarch.

Blood Battle Sect Tiehe Immortal Monarch.

The last one is a rare demon immortal monarch, the Tutian Demon King.

They have been guarding this burial immortal city for nearly 100,000 years, although they are still a little dirty with each other because of their different positions, but they have been friendly for 100,000 years and get along with each other well.

It can be said that life and death are entrusted.

"This kid, there's something interesting." Purple Jade Immortal Monarch's gaze fell on Han Muye's sword light and whispered softly.

Is this really not a shot?

The others were slightly stunned.

Although the Rain Lotus Immortal Monarch squeezed the Purple Jade Immortal Monarch with his words, he didn't really see death and not save it.

With the temperament of the Purple Jade Immortal Monarch, although he is arrogant, it is not that he does not make a move at such a time?

"The spirit sword is never merciful, why don't you save it?" Wearing a feather coat and a thin face, the Tutian Demon King said in a low voice.

But the Purple Jade Immortal Monarch really didn't move.

"Huh?"

Someone's eyes lit up.

…

Ahead, the two sword lights had collided.

"Boom-"

The sword light collided with the sword light, but it was not as everyone thought, the sword light of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal slashed Han Muye's green jade sword light with a single blow.

The sword light is staggered, the two swords are intertwined, and the green jade sword light and the magnificent sword light are entangled, and they are constantly colliding with each other.

Blocked?

Blocked!

Countless people's eyes widened.

Who the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal is, the Burial Immortal City knows it.

When he shoots, he always kills with one hit.

Even if he didn't use the power of the Great Array of Burial Immortal City at this time, this sword was less powerful, but it was not something that ordinary golden immortals could block.

That disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect who had obviously not reached the Golden Immortal with a cultivation that had obviously not reached the Golden Immortal was able to block the sword of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal!

"Good swordsmanship!"

In the void, there was a shout.

The sound was reverberated by the sound of gold and iron clashing.

Spirit Sword Golden Immortal's voice.

The Spirit Sword Golden Immortal would even praise other people's swordsmanship!

This is something that has never happened in the Burial Immortal City.

It was the Purple Jade Immortal Monarch among the five Guardian Immortal Monarchs, and none of them had ever been praised by the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal.

What kind of character is the Xuanling Sword Sect coming this time?

Purple Jade Immortal Jun's eyes flashed brightly.

"Haha, good boy, you can make this guy Lingjian deflated." The tall and sturdy Huyuan Immortal Jun smashed his fist into the palm of his hand, laughing and drinking.

Others also had a twinkle in their eyes.

"It's rare, the reinforcements from the Burial Immortal City are here to be a little decent." Tiehe Immortal Jun, who was wearing black battle armor, had no change in his face, his gaze swept over those sword cultivators behind Han Muye, and he spoke coldly.

Although the words were cold, the others had smiles on their faces.

Tie Hedu said that it looked like something, so there must really be something.

"Okay, Spirit Sword, the battle is dangerous, don't be distracted." The Rain Lotus Immortal Monarch standing in front of him opened his mouth.

In the void, one after another immortal lights shone, suppressing the entire heaven and earth.

The sword light of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal dissipated.

"Boy, this sword is good, live for two months, come and play with me." The voice of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal came, and then the sword light disappeared completely.

Han Muye chuckled and arched his hand: "Yunlan takes the order." ”

Got up, raised his hand and made a move, and the green jade sword light returned behind him and turned into a streamer.

The sword light fell behind him, and Han Muye's face moved slightly.

The sword intent gathered over the past year has not only not been exhausted, but has become even more magnificent!

The Spirit Sword Golden Immortal did not consume his sword intent, but instead infused more sword intent into him.

Han Muye smiled on his face.

In the end, it is the predecessor of the sword, and the younger generation is still promoted.

This sword skill is actually worth half a year's accumulation of Han Muye's own......

……

The spirit sword and the golden immortal sword made Han Muye and his team of reinforcements suddenly become the focus of the Burial Immortal City.

Except for the great armies that were fighting fiercely at the front, other trimming was talked about everywhere.

can block the spirit sword Jin Xianyi, and I don't know how long I can live in the Burial Immortal City?

——————

Walking into the Burial Immortal City, Han Muye and the Sword Sect elites behind him only understood why this place was called the Burial Immortal City.

The city is mottled, and the walls are full of cyan stones.

On the blue strip stone, the name and surname are engraved.

"What remains on this stone wall is the name of the immortal cultivators of the Rain-Covered Immortal Realm who have been stationed here for countless years since the establishment of the Burial Immortal City."

…

"Among these names, nine out of ten people left their lives in the Burial Immortal City."

Ninety out of nine people will stay in the Burial Immortal City!

Just this sentence made many people behind Han Muye change their faces.

Ninety out of nine means that of the more than 2,400 of them, perhaps only a dozen of them will leave alive.

The Daoist who led Han Muye and them into the city had a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to point forward: "Because of these names, whether it is an Alien Beast or a Divine Realm powerhouse, they have never broken through from here and stepped into the Rain-Covered Immortal Realm. ”

"You have engraved your names on the walls of this wall."

"This may be the only thing you can leave in the city."

After a pause, he said softly, "It is also your glory." ”

It is an honor to be able to engrave your name on the stone wall of the Burial Immortal City.

At the very least, it's a recognition of the people who come here.

You've been here.

Han Muye stepped forward and looked at the handwriting on the wall.

"Thirty-five million years of rain immortal calendar, Yunhe Dao Sect, Zhu Guangshou."

"Forty-five million eight thousand and sixty years of the Covered Rain Immortal Calendar, the Blood Battle Sect, Lin Tong."

"Five five million three hundred and forty-one years of the Covered Rain Immortal Calendar, Xuanling Sword Sect, Jin Hao."

……

Raising his hand, his palm resting on these names.

The mottled names are heavy.

This is glory.

It is glory to leave the name in the Burial Immortal City.

It is an honor to leave one's life in the Burial Immortal City.

A cyan sword light appeared on his fingertips, leaving a handwriting on the wall.

"Covering the Rain Immortal Calendar Sixty-four million three thousand six hundred and ten years, Xuanling Sword Sect, Han Muye."

Behind him, one after another Xuanling Sword Sect elites stepped forward and engraved their names on the stone wall.

Xuanling Sword Sect Su Jian.

White picture of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

Xuanling Sword Sect, Chen Sishui.

Xuanling Sword Sect Yu Shuling.

The Xuanling Sword Sect is bitter.

……

Zhao Chen stepped forward hesitantly and leaned beside Han Muye: "Big brother, that, do I want to leave my name on this stone wall?" ”

"Whatever you want." Han Muye withdrew his arm and said.

After hesitating, Zhao Chen retracted his body: "Forget it, I'm here to do business." ”

The Taoist who led them into the city did not care, but led them on, and explained aloud.

"The Burial Immortal City should actually be called the Burial God City."

"This name is our own name, and we can't pass it on outside."

There was a hint of pride in the Daoist's voice: "This city is to defend against those people from the Divine Realm who come from time to time to hunt. ”

"This is the place where they are buried."

The entire Burial Immortal City covers a huge area, more than a state, and it is better to say that it is a city than a barracks to gather a large army.

Three billion creatures in the Rain-Covered Immortal Realm formed a military formation, surviving in this big city, offering their own strength and providing the source of the defense formation for the city.

As for the origin, it needs to be hunted and robbed.

When a Taoist named Wu Ji spoke of the origin, he raised his hand, and a golden divine spirit flashed in his palm.

"That's it."

Divine Origin.

Half of the Burial Immortal City was built in the cracks of the Zhou Tian Divine Realm, so it could absorb divine power.

Zhao Chen looked at this divinity, his eyes were bright.

If this thing is transported to the Rain Covered Immortal Realm, it will be priceless.

…

Any trace can cause all parties to scramble.

Thousands of miles ahead, although the city is still continuous, it has seen desolation.

Only a small part of the living beings in the Burial Immortal City are from various sects to support the strong immortal cultivators who are firmly guarded.

More are the creatures left behind in this city, multiplying from generation to generation.

Many of the powerful people from all sides chose to stay in the city and pass it on.

According to what Wu Ji Daoist said, many strong people who used to be stationed in the Burial Immortal City and later left would choose to come here for the rest of their lives when their cultivation path was cut off.

This is also one of the origins of the name of the Burial Immortal City in the Rain Immortal Realm.

"Who can put down the land that has spilled blood?" Wu Ji looked ahead and sighed softly.

In the sky dome ahead, streamers can already be seen vibrating.

Above the sky, the divine light and the fairy light roared.

Over there, it's the battlefield.

It can be seen that the divine light that crackles open the heavens and the earth one after another, and it seems that every blow can smash the Burial Immortal City.

Looking at the half of the sky shining, the sword light on many people appeared.

However, Han Muye and the others did not go to the front line as soon as possible.

According to Wu Ji, they still have 10 days to renovate.

"The battle is dangerous, you guys, take care." When Wu Ji Daoren left, he arched his hand with a solemn face.

Dangerous.

After today, goodbye, how many of the more than 2,000 people will be alive?

Wu Ji Dao people left, and Han Muye and the other Sword Sect reinforcements were directly hung here.

Even if each of them is a sword immortal powerhouse, and every one of them is an elite in the Sword Sect, here, in the eyes of the strong people here, they are just cannon fodder who come to die.

Of the more than 2,000 people, no more than half will survive more than two months.

Behind Han Muye, the atmosphere was solemn.

"Ten days of repair, we may be able to adapt to the strength attribute of this place." The young sword cultivator not far behind Han Muye said in a low voice.

He was Su Jian, the Wind Spirit Sword Immortal from the Heaven Patrol Palace, because he knew that Han Muye had the inheritance of the Heaven Survey Palace, so he naturally had a slightly closer relationship.

And the six of them are in a formation, cooperate tacitly, and speak less restrained.

Hearing Su Jian's words, everyone else raised their heads.

The floating divine power is also a treasure to them, absorbing it into the body can increase the strength of their body, and it can fuse immortal energy.

But it also made it difficult for them to adapt.

This is where it is difficult for them to fully exert the power in their bodies.

Many people have solemn expressions on their faces, sensing the pressure outside their bodies.

Ten days, at most, you can adapt to the power here, but if you want to fully exert your combat power, at least one year.

But how many of them will survive a year?

"Set up camp first." Han Muye spoke softly.

There are empty houses everywhere around, so you can live as you like.

But stationed here, there is a roar in the sky from time to time, and there is also a staggered divine light and fairy light, and it is difficult to repair it with confidence.

Even if you arrange someone to be on duty, I'm afraid you can't really feel at ease.

Just trim it for ten days, not to mention the improvement of combat effectiveness, it would be good if it was not reduced.

However, Han Muye stretched out his hand and pointed to a chaotic and empty wilderness in front of him: "Zhao Chen, let them set up the camp." ”

Camp.

Since it is a large army gathering, it is natural to have its own camp.

Zhao Chen grinned and beckoned, and those immortal cultivators who followed the army followed him.

…

These were both caravan escorts and miscellaneous soldiers who solved logistics for the army.

Otherwise, how could they be qualified to come to this burial immortal city?

In the distance, someone looked at it and then retracted it.

Farther away on the city, someone's eyes fell on Han Muye and the others.

"The reinforcements of the Xuanling Sword Sect, except for the leader Han Yunlan who has some ability, the others looked stunned, and they probably came to send them to death." A large man in heavy armor narrowed his eyes and said in a loud voice.

On his side, the blood-armored young man on his body had evil in his eyes, shook his head, and turned his gaze to the sky in front of him: "Come to these tender birds, we will be tired a few more times." ”

In the distance at the head of the city, there were also people with a flash of light in their eyes, staring at Han Muye and them to see how they set up camp.

"Senior brother, do you want to go to a few people and tell them what houses they can live in and what houses they can't live in?" A Pentecostal, dressed in a green robe with tattered clothes, spoke in a low voice.

He carried a long black sword on his back.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen emaciated sword cultivators who were also dressed in green robes.

From their clothes, you can see the faint mark of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

In front of him, there was a Taoist with a national character face wearing half armor and a sword light on his body.

The Taoist held a sword in his hand, the sword was three feet long, and the blue light flashed.

On the sword, there seemed to be a trace of bloody aura flickering.

"It's good to let them suffer a little, otherwise, when they go to the battlefield in ten days, I'm afraid they will collapse at the first touch."

The Guozi face Taoist shook his head, and then said, "If they lack something, they can send some." ”

Speaking of this, he paused: "It is estimated that when they first came, they were also prepared, and there will not be much shortage of supplies." ”

"It's best to remind Jane that it's a little more useful."

The pentecostal nodded and said with a smile: "Then I'll go and say, it's the junior of the Sword Sect." ”

"In this way, there have been no reinforcements like this for more than 8,000 years, and the disciples of the Sword Sect haven't been here for more than 10,000 years, right?"

"Hey, stationed in the Burial Immortal City, of our original five hundred disciples, there are only a dozen of us left......"

The Taoist chattered, stepped on the city, and prepared to fly to Han Muye's side.

But when he raised his footsteps, his whole person was suddenly stunned.

Above the wasteland, a golden array disk appeared.

The array of disks has a radius of ten zhang, transparent gold, flashing fairy light.

Such a large array is at least the main array of a large city's protective array.

This kind of array disk, one piece costs tens of millions of fairy spirit stones.

"Hum—"

Above the array, immortal light burst out, spreading to the surroundings.

The immortal light is like a big tent, enveloping the square circle.

"All these good things have been brought, it seems that the Sword Sect has made a bloody investment this time." Someone chuckled lightly, and his eyes fell on Han Muye.

"The Sword Sect attaches great importance to this kid."

A smile flashed on the face of the green-robed Daoist, and he smiled: "If it were me, I would converge the power of the large array and stimulate it into a space that could protect thousands of feet, and it would never be such a waste." ”

"This big array is full of strength, but it can block a false blow."

The other Sword Sect seniors all shook their heads.

I just came here, I really didn't know that power is precious.

…

"Violent Heavenly Things, this array shouldn't be taken out." The Taoist with the national character face was even more emotional, raised the sword in his hand, and gently wiped it with a piece of linen.

"Hum—"

Ahead, a fairy light rose again.

This time, it's the second golden array disk.

Comparable to the first block.

This caused an uproar around the surroundings.

"What are these guys doing? How can such a formation be taken out so easily? ”

"This is a lot of money, two array plates, and you have the ability to bring three-"

The third array disc appeared.

Then came the fourth, and then the fifth.

Eighteen array disks were connected into a circle, and then in the middle position, a hundred zhang square array disk appeared.

The golden light on that array disk was connected to the eighteen array disks, turning into a golden light that covered the surrounding space.

The senses of everyone outside began to freeze and distort, and they could only see with their eyes.

At this moment, the surrounding cities were speechless and sluggish.

Nineteen array disks are connected, and the power of this large array cannot be broken even by Da Luo Jin Xian.

"Brother Ziyu, this junior of your family is not an ordinary rich man......" Tutian Demon King's gaze fell on the big array, and he sighed.

"This big array stands up, at least 100,000 immortal spirit stones a day."

"This kind of burning immortal spirit stone is not your Sword Sect style."

As he spoke, the eyes of the Tutian Demon King drifted to the Rain Lotus Immortal Monarch.

The Rain Lotus Immortal Monarch belongs to the Dao Sect, and the Dao Sect Immortal Cultivators under his command are usually considered extravagant.

I've never seen anything like this.

As for sword cultivation, isn't sword cultivation always the poorest?

"Hmph, see the truth on the battlefield, this battle can be useful if it is moved to the front line, here, hum." Yuhe Immortal Jun snorted coldly in his mouth and turned his head.

The golden light shield blocked the divine thoughts, and also blocked the roar from the distant battlefield.

Suddenly, the elites of the Sword Sect who came with Han Muye all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother Han's hand, it's not an ordinary big one......" Bai Tu, the thin Zhantian Hall Baiyue Sword Immortal, chuckled and looked at the nineteen arrays in front of him.

This was already more than all his net worth, including the sword he had received from Han Muye in his hand.

"Senior Brother Han is the Lord of Yunlan City, I inquired before I came, Yunlan City is in the wasteland, and the daily income is at least billions," a Sword Sect disciple wearing a jade-colored robe said softly: "This is the golden thigh......

The arrays were erected, and there were camp tents again.

In each tent there was a small array, which was connected to the great array.

Each tent was fully equipped with all kinds of supplies for six disciples to live in.

Such extravagant and thoughtful preparations made those Sword Sect elites who were accustomed to a hard life a little uncomfortable.

Sword cultivation, with a sword in your hand, you can do it.

Let the elite of the Sword Sect find the tent where they lived, Zhao Chen walked over with a smile.

"Big brother, this camp is good, right?"

"I purchased them from the Wuling Dao Sect, and there are eight formations in each one."

Zhao Chen proudly stretched out his hand and pointed to the big tent in the middle of the front with a radius of ten zhang.

"Big brother, that's your military tent."

Han Muye shook his head, turned to look at Bai Tu and the others, and said, "They can fix it, so we don't need it, right?" ”

These words made several people's faces move.

…

"It's worthy of being a Yunlan Sword Immortal." Yu Shuling, a golden jade sword immortal wearing a red power suit, laughed, her eyes flashing brightly.

Han Muye waved his hand, and several guards in black armor stepped forward.

Glancing at Zhao Chen, Han Muye said, "You escort Brother Zhao to go to the city and feel the situation." ”

These black-armored guards are all members of the Mora clan, and they need to contact their clansmen in the Burial Immortal City.

Escort Zhao Chen to take a trip around the city, just right.

Then, Han Muye's body revealed a trace of sword light: "The battlefield is in front, how can you be willing if you don't take a look?" ”

When the words fell, he had turned into a flying rainbow.

Behind him, the Bitter Void Daoist and the others glanced at each other, and they also turned into sword light.

Six sword lights directly came out of the big array and flew in the direction of the battlefield.

"Good fellow, this is going to war?" Someone shouted in the distance above the city.

"Yes, I knew I was going to the battlefield." Some people smiled and spoke, with a hint of appreciation in their words.

Han Muye and several of their immortal monarchs have been changing, although their expressions have not changed, the halo in their eyes has changed.

Han Muye and the others have brought them a completely different look and feel since they came to the Burial Immortal City.

can resist the spirit sword Jin Xian's sword, camp on his own, and extravagant arrays, including going straight to the battlefield at this time.

This didn't seem to be something that those reinforcements could do before, nor was it the usual behavior of those Sword Sect disciples.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal? It's kind of interesting. The Tutian Demon King whispered softly, and his divine thoughts reached out, and he followed Han Muye's sword light towards the battlefield in front of the Burial Immortal City.

Han Muye's six sword lights pierced the sky, and they were thousands of miles away in an instant.

But in the process of flying, they found that the further the sword light went, the greater the pressure of the void.

After three thousand miles, there was already a feeling that the sword light was suppressed and scattered, and it was difficult for the body to move forward.

Han Muye frowned slightly, and the other people already looked extremely solemn.

Han Muye has the power of the bloodline of the divine beast, and his body is strong enough to fight the Heavenly Immortals, and he can still bear this pressure.

No one else has the physical strength of him.

"Senior Brother Han, this is the coercion of the Divine Realm barrier, right?" A voice came from Bai Tu, who followed behind Han Muye.

The Burial Immortal City spans the two realms, and this power also changes from the immortal realm to the god realm.

Between the barriers of the divine realm and the immortal realm, there is an irresistible pressure.

The further you fly, not only does the pressure not decrease, but the city on the ground is also broken, and few are intact.

This is in contrast to the dilapidated but not broken city on the other side.

"The Burial Immortal City is to block the strong enemy in this half, if those exotic powerhouses who have adapted to the extremely strong pressure are allowed to step into the immortal realm, then their combat power may soar." Wind Spirit Sword Immortal Su Jian spoke in a low voice.

This kind of pressure has caused their combat strength to suffer serious losses.

On the other hand, a strong enemy who has been adapting to this pressure rushes into the immortal realm, the pressure disappears, and the combat power doubles, which will be a disaster.

"Boom-"

A thousand zhang sword light slashed down, slashing open the gray-red sky in front of him.

Through the knife marks, the scene beyond the canopy is also revealed.

A blood-mottled city wall, with only uneven stone walls left on the broken walls.

A black ten-zhang war puppet is lined up at the head of the city, and there are immortal cultivators in the middle.

These immortal cultivators have dark immortal light on their bodies, covered with all kinds of broken armor and stomachs, weapons in their hands, or treasures for casting spells, and their bodies are filled with bloody aura.

…

Every hit is the most economical power.

Beyond the city, there are phantoms.

These somewhat illusory figures were like the Heavenly Demons that Han Muye had seen at the beginning.

But it was clear that the Heavenly Demons were far less powerful than these Void Aliens.

Each phantom flew away like the wind, and with a flash of long claws, it left a bright mark on the city.

This blow, if it is in the immortal realm, can shatter the space, at least it is comparable to a blow of refining void.

Such a powerful phantom is densely packed outside the city, and there are countless of them.

Mixed in the shadows were tall and sturdy aliens who were ten feet tall and covered in blue and black armor.

The head and face are hideous, holding a broad-bladed war knife several zhang long in his hand, and there is also a huge war hammer, and every blow is whirled, bringing the wind to howl, as if tearing the heavens and the earth.

These powerful alien races can only be blocked by black war puppets, and those immortal cultivators will retreat sharply when they encounter them, not daring to take a hard blow.

If it were just these two alien races, the danger on the head of the city would not be dangerous.

The most terrifying thing was the fleeting sword light and spells.

Just like the knife that had just cut through the sky, it was the figure standing in the void and wearing a black robe.

As if sensing Han Muye's probing, the black-year-old alien with the long knife in hand raised his hand and grinned with the front finger of the blade.

His long knife flashed with blood and divine light.

Protoss!

Han Muye had seen from the memories of those long swords that these alien races who were shrouded in divine light and attacked ruthlessly were the gods from the Zhou Tian God Realm.

They look no different from the human race, but their cultivation methods are different, and their divinity is condensed in their bodies, and their cultivation is measured by their divine power.

The Protoss who slashed through the void with one sword was already equivalent to the Golden Immortal, but he was not a decent master in the Protoss.

It is said that the Protoss has the kind of strong man who condenses the heart of the gods, and the spirit condenses into a bright star, which comes from the sky, like a meteor destroying the heavens and the earth.

To deal with such a strong man who can destroy the world with a single blow, it is necessary to gather the power of the entire Burial Immortal City.

"That's the frontline." Qing Shui Sword Immortal Chen Sishui whispered, the long sword in his hand was shining.

Although the others were silent, the battle intent on their bodies was already surging.

It's coming, and it's going to be a battle.

Han Muye's body moved, and he flew out of the sky.

The sword light on the five sword immortals behind him was connected in a line.

Sword formation.

"Boy, be careful."

In the void, the voice of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal came.

The voice was like a clash of gold and iron, but it was full of concern.

"Obediently, the Spirit Sword and Golden Immortals all spoke out to take care of it, what kind of character is this?"

"It seems to be a sword cultivator, and reinforcements have come recently, right?"

Above the head of the city, there are Taoist and divine thoughts.

More divine thoughts shrouded Han Muye.

There are human races, demon races, alien races, and god races.

Stepping out of the canopy, endless bloody qi and resentment were intertwined, and the extremely heavy pressure of heaven and earth was smashed.

Six sword lights fell on the city.

They finally understood why they needed the combat power of the Heavenly Immortals to refine the void in order to go to the frontline battlefield.

Without this kind of combat power, he can't even bear the coercion, and he can't even resist the bloody qi.

That's death.

Han Muye and the others came to the head of the city, and the black-armored puppets around them took the initiative to give up about three zhang of space.

"Come closer, don't rush forward, if you can't stop it, retreat, the God Butcher War Puppet will fill the gap." An immortal cultivator who was covered in a black robe and could no longer see the lines, and the spear in his hand was bloody, turned around and whispered.

…

Around him, there were several fragments of divine condensation scattered around.

"Don't be in a hurry to pick up these things, be careful of the remnants, and watch out for the sneak attack of the dark monsters." As he spoke, the black-robed immortal cultivator raised the gun in his hand and shot away the phantom that suddenly appeared.

This is the Dark Beast.

On the other side, there was also a Taoist with a long banner in his hand, who did not speak, but just moved a little and made up a little bit towards Han Muye and them.

Han Muye nodded and said softly, "Thank you." ”

He held a long sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword was against the bluestone at the head of the city, dragging it step by step.

The blade of the sword rubbed, with a long mark.

The other five sword immortals didn't need to speak, they all walked slowly in tacit understanding.

"Brush—"

A black phantom appeared in front of Han Muye, and its long black claws grabbed at the top of his head.

Blood-colored eyes, small holes, a pointed face, and a mouth with fine fangs.

Han Muye raised his head and faced this dark demonic beast.

The sword in his hand was not raised.

"Cangchang—"

A sword light stabbed out of his shoulder, holding the long claw that was clutched at the top of his head.

The sword of Baiyue Sword Immortal Baitu.

"Hugh—"

A sword slashed from Han Muye's back and swept towards the neck of the dark demonic beast.

The sword of the Wind Spirit Sword Immortal Su Jian.

Quietly, a sword appeared on the vest of the dark demonic beast and slashed hard.

Qingliu Sword Immortal, Chen Sishui.

Three sword attacks.

Two swords.

Han Muye held the sword in his hand and did not move.

"Smack-"

The dark beast's long claws shattered, a sword mark on its neck, and its vest was pierced.

A mass of gray divinity the size of a fingernail fell, shattering into several smaller beads.

"The cooperation is good, it seems to be practiced." The Taoist holding a long banner on the side whispered.

Not far from the city, many immortal cultivators turned their heads slightly and looked at this side.

The coordination between this sword is very amazing.

"That's right, as long as this kind of combat power is steady, don't fight with the Immortal Killer and the Protoss, you can live." A big man in iron armor and a three-pointed two-edged spear in his hand rubbed his chin and whispered.

"The Sword Sect has finally sent some decent disciples." The other old man who was holding a golden gourd in his hand, and the gourd was spewing flames in a whisper, and he was just about to speak again, when his eyes suddenly widened.

"Crazy, crazy!"

"This, this is looking for death!"

In the eyes of everyone, Han Muye stepped out one step, stepped on the broken beads, stepped them into powder, and then stepped out of the city.

Out of town!

"Come back soon!"

"Once out of the city, you will be surrounded by dark monsters!"

"Beware of the Immortal Killer Envoy targeting you!"

Above the city, shouts came one after another.

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, not looking at the flying phantoms, nor at the giant man wielding a sledgehammer that rushed over, but just raised the sword in his hand and pointed at the black-faced god clan holding the long knife.

"I'm coming." Whispering in his mouth, the sword in Han Muye's hand shone with a sword light that shone throughout.

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