Patriarch?

Han Muye nodded.

That's what he was waiting for.

On Han Muye's side, the young man also nodded.

Zhang Yu smiled on his face, raised his hand, and stabbed the portrait in front of him with a sword.

On the portrait, a sword qi slammed into the blade of the sword, cracking out the wide courtyard.

In the courtyard, a trace of sword aura flashed.

Cyan stairs poked out of the courtyard.

Zhang Yu turned his head with a solemn look on his face.

"Whether you can get the approval of your ancestor and get the inheritance of kendo depends on your talent and creation."

With that, he took a step back and bowed slightly towards the doorway in front of him.

Han Muye straightened his clothes, bowed his hand towards Zhang Yu, and then stepped out and stood on the stone steps.

Stepping on the stone steps, Han Muye could feel the power of the sword path artistic conception coming from the stone steps towards him.

The power pierced his heart like a sword light.

It's been a long time since I've had this feeling of going against a kendo master.

He felt his blood boiling.

This feeling is very similar to the way the sword qi entered the body when he stepped into the Sword Pavilion back then.

Behind him, the young man who fought with Han Muye stepped on the stone steps, his face slightly pale.

"My name is Xu Cheng, remember, I am the senior brother."

Xu Cheng whispered in his mouth and stepped out again.

On his body, a strong sword aura burst out, and the sword in his hand kept slashing out, as if he was fighting with someone.

Han Muye knew that Xu Cheng was fighting against the sword qi that rushed into his body.

This confrontation process is the process of his comprehension of kendo.

Only by combining with the sharp edge of the sword path can the power of this sword qi be dissolved, and then turn into its own sword path.

Xu Cheng's kendo talent was indeed extraordinary, and in front of Han Muye, he walked forward quickly, stepping on the stone steps step by step.

With each step, the sharp cold light on the long sword in his hand filled with a point.

Ten steps forward, Xu Cheng was already surrounded by sword aura, and the sword intent behind him rose.

"Let's go."

Taking another step, Xu Cheng turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand was put away.

His feet moved lightly, and his steps stepped on the stone steps ahead.

The sword power in the stone steps poured into his body, and then was instantly dissolved by him.

This level of sword intent was nothing to him.

"Tread—"

"Tread—"

Step by step, Han Muye surpassed Xu Cheng in just a few breaths.

This speed made Xu Cheng's eyes widen.

"You-"

Xu Cheng shouted.

"Let's go." Han Muye opened his mouth lightly and passed by him.

Walking forward, Han Muye could sense that the sword intent transmitted under his feet was becoming more and more powerful.

It seems that this sword is intended to respond to its own provocations.

Han Muye looked up at the stone steps that seemed to be topless, and his speed was a little faster.

Behind him, Xu Cheng gritted his teeth, held his sword, and chased with all his might.

It's a pity that when he looked up again, Han Muye's figure was gone.

"Is this guy so strong......"

Xu Cheng muttered to himself softly, a trace of frustration flashing across his face.

At this time, Han Muye's speed was extremely fast, and he had already stepped on the thousand-layer stone steps.

On the stone steps, his clothes fluttered in the wind, like an immortal ascending to the sky.

Endless sword light swirled around him, and then condensed into a long sword phantom.

The sword light flickered, and with each flicker, it was ten steps under his feet.

"Boom-"

With a roar, a giant sword slashed down above his head.

The sword light was shining, with tens of thousands of oppressive forces, as if it was about to directly smash his body.

Looking at Jian Feng, Han Muye raised his hand a little.

"When—"

The cyan sword qi collided with the blade of the giant sword, and then shattered.

The world in front of him directly slammed into a broken place, and a golden light tore apart.

A golden doorway appeared in front of him.

"The sword cultivation of the Flood Desolate Universe is really something I haven't seen for countless years......"

A voice came from the courtyard, with sighs and emotion.

Han Muye stepped into the courtyard and saw a white-bearded old man in a green robe sitting upright in the empty hall in front of him.

This old man is the portrait hanging in the lobby of the Lu Yue Sword Pavilion.

Patriarch Lu Yue.

"The junior sword cultivator of the Flood Desolate Universe, Han Muye, has seen Lu Yue's senior."

Han Muye bowed to Lu Yue in front of him.

In any case, this Lu Yue Patriarch is a senior figure who came here from the Flood Desolate Universe.

"Yes." Lu Yue looked Han Muye up and down, and then nodded: "It is indeed extraordinary, the sword intent is stable, the soul is thorough, and the most rare thing is that the physical body has reached a realm that I can't even see." ”

"I remember that back then, in the Flood Desolate Universe, only those few overlord divine beasts had such physical bodies."

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he bowed his head slightly.

This seems to be a top powerhouse back then.

It's just that for some reason, only the remnants are here.

As if seeing through Han Muye's thoughts, Lu Yue Ancestor smiled and waved his hand: "Do you think that I am a remnant soul?" ”

"Actually, it's just a mark that I left in my memory."

"Millions of years ago, I had already slashed through this void, smashed the galaxy god domain, and left this universe."

Lu Yue's words were full of pride.

Slash through the void and smash the galaxy god domain?

Han Muye raised his head and saw that Lu Yue's eyes were filled with endless brilliance.

"Since it's a junior sword cultivator from the Flood Desolate Universe, why don't I give you a big gift."

"It's up to you how much you can catch."

Lu Yue's figure slowly dissipated, and his voice echoed in front of Han Muye.

"I remember that back then, in the Flood Desolate Universe, the only person in the world who could draw a sword in front of me was to cultivate a sword formation."

"My sword is different."

Sword formation.

The end of Han Muye's swordsmanship was to form a formation with a sword, turning into a formation that shattered all things in heaven and earth.

Killing immortals, trapping immortals, and immortal immortals.

Three swords in one, and then one sword, is the world's strongest sword array.

"Boom-"

Above Han Muye's head, a sword light condensed.

In this sword light, a sword shadow that was so huge that it seemed to shatter the galaxy in an instant.

This sword can't be stopped!

In Han Muye's divine treasure and mind, three sword lights directly appeared, turning into three soaring long swords that were constantly intertwined and rotated.

But this sword array can't stop the sword above his head.

The sword light left by Lu Yue's ancestor was actually able to break through the Void Rules.

What kind of sword is this?

Han Muye has encountered in this life, there are countless sword powerhouses, countless cultivation powers, and none of them can cut such a sword.

What a flood level, a universe level, in front of such a sword, is a joke.

This kind of sword path is invincible!

This is sword cultivation!

Han Muye's eyes burst with endless brilliance, and the sword in his hand was raised.

The sword in his hand was dark, revealing mystery and agility.

This is the sword transformed by his true spirit bones, and it is a cosmic-level divine weapon where hundreds of divine patterns converge.

This sword can enter the sword array.

The sword light moved, and it was one with killing immortals, trapping immortals, and absolute immortals.

Four sword lights appeared, and the four directions surveyed in an instant.

The surrounding void was directly fixed.

"The Power of the Four Elephants ......"

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, raised his hand and pointed out, his sword light shining all over his body.

"It's not the power of the four elephants, but the Heaven Destroying Jedi Array!"

As his words fell, four sword lights shattered and turned into a giant sword with murderous intent.

The giant sword was blue-gray in color, and countless divine patterns on it staggered up to the blade.

The giant sword hanging in the air collided with the long sword that had been cut down.

The roaring sound made Han Muye lose in an instant.

At this moment, he felt as if he was in the jungle of countless long swords.

Every sword light around him can cut through the world in front of him.

The sword, with a brilliant halo that made the heavens and the earth collapse.

He stretched out his hand, holding a sword.

"A certain person practiced swords at the age of three, killed people at the age of five, and only swords in this life, but ......"

The sword light flickered, and the long sword shattered.

"There are ten thousand ways of cultivation in the world, and I am only obsessed with the way of the sword, but unfortunately it ......"

The gray hair is gray, and the aftermath is curling.

"I have a sword, but I can fight the immortals, the sword comes-"

The sword light collided with the fairy light, and the ants were ants after all.

"In this life, I will break the idea of cultivating the sword......

He threw away his sword, took his pen, changed his clothes, and only had a broken sword, hidden at the bottom of the bookshelf.

……

A sword is a story.

A sword is a life.

A sword is a sword cultivator.

Han Muye pressed a sword in his hand, and that sword told the endless regrets in the world.

Sword cultivation seems to be at ease, but in fact, it is all shocked.

"Boom-"

The two swords above Han Muye's head collided, constantly merging, and finally turned into a pair of black and white long swords, intertwined and rotated.

The things of the world are never perfect, only said.

"I have pursued countless universes just to find the end of the sword."

"Maybe one day I'll get tired and return to the Flood Universe."

"I don't know, at that time, there were still a few people who were sword cultivators back then......"

Lu Yue's voice dispersed.

Above Han Muye's head, two long swords shattered.

The light of the sword radiated into his divine treasure.

Immortal Sword.

Peerless Sword.

Trap Immortal Sword.

There is also a long sword, blue and white jade.

There is no killing intent on this sword, nor is there any grand sword light.

This sword carries endless vitality.

"There is life and death in the sword."

Holding a black long sword in his hand, Han Muye whispered in his mouth.

He turned his head and looked at the world behind him.

Over there, a young man with a sword in his hand was still walking briskly.

It's a pity that he didn't have a chance after all.

This world does not exist in the first place, where can we still step into it?

Not only this world, but even the entire city, is actually nothing.

In front of Han Muye, all the scenes began to wither.

A great city slowly crumbles, dead silent.

The soldier at the gate who was talking in a low voice.

A practitioner walking briskly on the street.

In the sword hall, Zhu Yangsheng sat on the stone steps of the small courtyard.

Also, standing in the lobby of the Sword Pavilion, he looked up at Zhang Yu in front of him.

All people, all things, are reduced to nothingness.

The only thing that didn't melt away was Xu Cheng, who was standing on the stone steps with a hint of regret on his face.

"Hey, I thought I'd look at the world again."

Xu Cheng whispered in his mouth, and his body changed.

"Back then, with the power of one person, he smashed half of the Lu Yue Sword God God of the Galaxy God Domain."

"A sword path that even a cosmic-level powerhouse can't face directly."

Xu Cheng looked around regretfully, a layer of cyan armor appeared on his body, and the long sword in his hand turned into a pale cyan spear.

Han Muye has seen this image.

I've seen it from a piece of armor.

Among the armor pieces handed over to him by Nalan Xu, a battle spear flew in the hand of a universe-level powerhouse.

"My name is Xu Cheng, and I'm from the Divine Domain."

"When the Lu Yue Sword God swept through the Divine Domain, I was seriously injured, so I could only hide here to recuperate."

"I didn't expect anyone to find this place."

In Xu Cheng's hand, the cyan war spear was pointed at Han Muye.

The chill that emanated from the blade of this spear directly froze the layers of void.

"You know, there's no way I'm going to let people know I'm cultivating here."

Xu Cheng's face was calm, and he said lightly: "So, you can only die." ”

Die.

The words fell, and the spear stabbed out.

The void exploded directly, revealing a black glow.

The spear stabbed out from between the voids and stabbed into Han Muye's chest.

It's not a cosmic-level soldier, but it's already the pinnacle of a Flood Wilderness-level soldier.

The long sword in Han Muye's hand was directly raised, and he slashed it down with a sword.

Above the blade of the sword, forty divine patterns shone brightly.

The power of the divine pattern merged with the sword light, and then crashed into the spear.

The war spear only shook slightly, and Han Muye's figure retreated to the rear.

Cosmic level.

Too strong.

Even if he has a cosmic-level soldier in his hand, a flood desolation battle armor, and the power of a desolate overlord, he can only be able to block a shot.

Han Muye's expression was solemn.

He admitted that he underestimated the true combat power of the cosmic-level powerhouse.

"Hum—"

Above his head, black and white swords appeared.

Lu Yue's sword of life, transformed by his own sword, black, the sword of death.

The cycle of life and death is the pinnacle of the rules of the world.

"Good means."

Xu Cheng snorted, and the spear stabbed out again.

Han Muye's two swords on his head slashed, stabbed, and flew out separately.

The slashed sword slammed into the spear.

The stabbed sword slammed into Xu Cheng's body.

On Han Muye's body, his qi and blood condensed into a pillar of light, and this blow was the condensation of his lifelong sword cultivation.

In a battle with the cosmic level, of course, you have to do your best.

"Boom-"

The sword light, the spear edge, all dispersed.

Han Muye stood in place with a pale face.

Ahead, Xu Cheng's figure disappeared.

"Haha, kendo, sure enough."

"It's a pity that the prey of the deity today is not you, otherwise, I wouldn't mind playing with you."

Xu Cheng's voice dispersed.

Han Muye stood there, the sword light shining around him.

In front of him, a golden ball of light appeared and converged.

Stretching out his hand and holding the ball of light, surprise flashed across Han Muye's face.

He knew it.

He was also in charge for a while.

Soul Formation Base.

The foundation of a great city.

Holding the Soul Formation Base, the sword intent in his hand matched it.

There was a call and a desire from the Soul Formation.

Han Muye pondered for a moment, and the endless divine soul power, sword power, and immortal spirit qi were poured into the foundation of this life soul array.

What he has is resources, and he is not afraid.

With the infusion of resources, the power in the Soul Formation Base became deeper and deeper, surging.

"Boom-"

The surrounding heaven and earth shook, and the huge war elephant that was originally lying on the ground slowly got up.

Supernatural Phenomena.

This Soul Formation Base is the Divine Soul of the Heavenly Phenomena.

Looking at the celestial phenomenon that stood up, Han Muye sensed the thoughts coming from it.

"If you can go to the Flood Universe one day, take me there."

"I want to see what the flood in the master's mouth looks like."

"Even if the remnant soul collapses, I am willing."

The Celestial Elephant's Divine Soul had turned into a formation base, and its body could only be regarded as an empty shell.

It's like a war puppet.

It's a refining item.

Even if this celestial phenomenon can go to the wilderness, it is only this body.

It is impossible for the spirit to be in harmony with the body.

"Okay."

Han Muye nodded.

Below, the Optimus dissipated and appeared beneath the dead boulder mountain.

The boulder mountain was held up by the body of the war elephant and crashed towards the space in front of it.

"Bang-"

The space shattered, and in the void in front of him, several divine beasts and several desolate level powerhouses, under the command of Xu Cheng, surrounded Lu Zixu.

The void shattered, and everyone turned their heads to look at the giant elephant that rushed into it.

Also, Han Muye, who stood on top of the city and had a shining sword light on his body.

"Senior Lu, do you want to help?"

Han Muye raised his head and looked at Lu Zixu, who was full of embarrassment.