With Han Muye, Zhang Mingyuan and the other eight Miyue Peak disciples with firm eyes, they walked forward quickly.

The kendo techniques displayed by Han Muye made them see that the swordsmanship inheritance of Miyue Peak could be so powerful.

They finally understood that it was not that their own inheritance was not strong enough, but that their own cultivation and comprehension of swordsmanship were not enough.

Zhang Mingyuan held the wooden box containing Guo Hua's sword bones in both hands, and his expression was complicated.

His own master has studied the swordsmanship of Miyue Peak all his life, and the pursuit is to carry forward the swordsmanship of Miyue Peak.

However, compared with the swordsmanship shown by Han Muye, the swordsmanship of his own master lacked a lot of spirituality.

This senior disciple of Zhangfeng, his own master exchanged his life for his life, so that the inheritance of Miyue Peak can really shine?

"Master, don't worry, we will live up to your wishes......"

Zhang Mingyuan whispered in his mouth, and a solemn sword light appeared on his body.

Kendo will.

At this moment, his originally suppressed cultivation continued to surge, and finally he could no longer suppress it, showing signs of seeking the Dao realm.

His kendo perception is finally in line with his own cultivation, and he also has the meaning of the Great Dao.

This is what Guo Hua has always told him, only when his own kendo perception and cultivation match can his strength be stable.

"Whew-"

In the distance, streamers came with the sound of wind and thunder.

Every sword light was the arrival of a strong man from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The cold killing intent revealed in the sword light was filled with a palpitating slaughter.

The meaning of the sword killing is thorough.

"The Mitian Sword Sect is a sword sect in the end, and it is really set in its mind, and it will not hesitate to kill each other with the same sect." On a hill, someone whispered.

"Sword cultivation, it's easy to kill in your bones," a tall man on the other side, covered in golden light, with a sneer on his face, "I don't have much ability, and I am going around with a broken sword." ”

Dahan's words made several people around him smile.

They were not far from the sword light in front of them, but no one sensed their presence.

The faint golden light on these people's bodies was clearly profound in cultivation.

"As long as you eat these people from the Mitian Sword Sect, the Yu Hall Master will directly take over the Mitian Sword Sect, and then go straight to the Sword Cultivation Mansion."

An old man standing in front of everyone spoke up, making everyone's faces solemn, and there was a faint killing intent on his body.

"It is said that there is a treasure in the Sword Raising House that the master of the sect named to get, and I don't know—" The speaker's words paused and did not continue.

All of their eyes were on the place where the sword light fell.

"The disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect were ordered to kill the rebellion of Miyue Peak—"

The first three sword lights did not stop, and slashed straight towards Han Muye.

The three sword lights were implicated in each other, and the sword blade was as thick as a mountain peak smashing down.

The sword move is not magnificent, but the victory lies in the strong sinking, and the three swords are combined, forming a formation of its own.

"Protect Senior Brother Zhangfeng." Zhang Mingyuan, who was standing behind Han Muye, let out a low snort.

Yu Shaogang, Wang Yun and the others rose with swords and flew to block the three elites of Mitian Peak.

With five enemies and three, the sword light collided and staggered, and the Dao aura exploded.

Miyue Peak's kendo inheritance is indeed not bad, and Guo Hua's disciples show no weaker means than Mitian Peak's elites.

The two sides were entangled, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

"Stubborn." An old voice sounded, and dozens of sword lights flew down, surrounding Han Muye and them in the middle.

The deacons and elders of the Mitian Sword Sect with solemn expressions all held swords in their hands and stared at the people of Miyue Peak.

"When—"

Several long sword strikes came out, and Yu Shaogang and the others stepped back, standing beside Han Muye, protecting the wooden box that Zhang Mingyuan was holding.

Their faces were extremely solemn at this time.

In front of them, these were the strongest elder deacons of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and each of them was a big figure that he had rarely seen before.

If these people are welcoming the return of the master's sword bone, then everyone is grateful.

However, these people came to intercept and kill their own disciples of Miyue Peak.

How can this not be chilling?

"Zhang Mingyuan, let's arrest it." Ahead, a black-robed old man whispered coldly.

Zhang Mingyuan raised his head, with a trace of grief and indignation on his face.

"Elder Yao Hecheng of Mixing Peak, you and my master can be described as friends of life and death, and now-"

He didn't say any more.

The old man who spoke on the other side had a red face and shook his head silently.

"Hmph, vainly trying to split is the general trend of the Mitian Sword Sect, and your Miyue Peak is destined to be cut off." The white-bearded old man who spoke out before stepped forward slowly, and several figures behind him were escorted out.

Two old men with pale faces, several disciples with not light injuries.

"Du Shen, Mei Yuchang, two elders!"

"Senior Brother Xu Qiao!"

Zhang Mingyuan and the others all shouted.

The few people who were escorted out were the elders and left-behind disciples on Miyue Peak.

At this time, these people were extremely miserable, and they were obviously captured after a hard battle.

Hearing Zhang Mingyuan's call, the two elders over there and several disciples of Miyue Peak all looked sad.

"Zhang Mingyuan, if it weren't for your betrayal of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Du Shen and them wouldn't have become prisoners." The old man in front of him was dignified and moved forward step by step.

In front of him, the space shook like a tide.

The power of seeking the Tao cannot control the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, enter the Dao, the power of the Great Dao is in hand, and only by breaking the Dao can you override the Great Dao.

At this time, the momentum of the old man was obviously on the avenue.

The power to break the path.

This old man is already in the Dao Breaking Realm.

"Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Wang Chenlong." Zhang Mingyuan's voice was dry, and his face showed despair.

"Elder of the Dao Breaking Realm, it can be regarded as an honor for us little people to come."

Breaking the Path.

Within a radius of 10,000 miles, the Dao Breaking Realm was already the top powerhouse.

Whether it was Zhang Mingyuan or the others behind him, they didn't even have the qualifications to stand in front of the powerhouses of the Dao Breaking Realm.

It's an honor indeed.

"Hum—"

There was a bang.

Everyone stared at the front, and Wang Chenlong, the law enforcement elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, was shocked and froze in place.

In front of him, Han Muye stood with a sword, and there was no trace of momentum outside his body, but it smashed Wang Chenlong's momentum outside his body.

"What's going on?"

"How can anyone stop Elder Wang Chenlong?"

"Who is he?"

One after another exclamations sounded, and the surrounding eyes were staring at Wang Chenlong and Han Muye in front of them.

No one thought at all that someone among the disciples of Miyue Peak would be able to stop Elder Wang Chenlong.

"No wonder, no wonder." Wang Chenlong looked at Han Muye, his eyes revealing Ling Ran's killing intent.

"It turns out that Miyue Peak dared to betray the sect because of you."

His palm rested on the hilt of his sword. The momentum on the body is condensed.

"You are Guo Hua's new disciple and Han Muye, who succeeded him in charge of Miyue Peak."

When the voice fell, Wang Chenlong had already stepped out, and the long sword in his hand was slashed with a blow.

"Dare to go against the power of my Heavenly Sword Sect, you will die today!"

The brilliant ten-zhang sword light slashed towards Han Muye's head, and the wind and clouds were turbulent, and within a radius of a hundred zhang, all of them were shocked by wind and rain.

The power of a sword, terrifying!