The blood-colored net fell, and except for a few elders whose long swords in their hands shone brightly, and the Dao Realm cultivation on their bodies was shocking, the other Dao Initiation and Dao Seeking Realm disciples were suppressed.

Wang Chenlong, whose palm was injured, was enveloped by at least five light nets, bending his back.

At this time, he didn't even want to blow up his cultivation, but he couldn't even move his pace.

The long sword in the hand of Yao Hecheng, the elder of Mixing Peak, cut through the light net in front of him, rushed to Wang Chenlong's body five zhang away, and was stopped by two figures.

"Sun Lin, Sun Hai."

Yao Hecheng's face was solemn, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out.

Blocking him were the two twin masters of Tennaruto, the deacon of the sect.

The two of them are good at the technique of joint attack, and their combat power can crush the Dao realm.

Yao Hecheng's strength is okay against one of the two brothers, and one person against two of them has absolutely no power to fight back.

It's just that this is no longer the time to think about victory or defeat, and what needs to be determined at this time is life and death!

Yao Hecheng let out a low cry, the long sword in his hand stabbed out, and the blade of the sword led an illusory water dragon, and his body merged into it, rushing towards the blocking figure.

"Look for death." Two figures in front of him, one of them snorted and threw a punch.

The other stepped out with a low bow and slapped it with one palm.

The fist shadow collided with the water dragon, and the water spout wrapped up the fist shadow, the body shattered, and the fist shadow dissipated.

Yao Hecheng, who had just revealed his figure, only had time to put the sword in his hand in front of him, and he was slapped on the spine of the sword in front of his chest with a palm.

"Click-"

The long sword shattered, the sternum was dented, and Yao Hecheng flew directly out of ten zhang, fell into the gravel and dust, and passed out.

The tragic situation in Yao Hecheng directly dispelled the thoughts of several other elders to rescue Wang Chenlong.

Can't rush through at all.

"Hum—"

Three more blood rays shrouded Wang Chenlong's body.

Wang Chenlong, who was already at the end of the crossbow, couldn't resist anymore, his legs weakened, and he fell to the ground.

Wu Tangyue, the deputy master of the Tianming Gate with his hands behind his back, walked forward slowly, and the qi and blood on his body condensed into a roaring male lion.

"Surrender, give you a chance to live."

"If not, I'll take your sword bones back to Naruto and forge them into pillar stones."

Wu Tangyue lowered her head slightly, staring at Wang Chenlong in front of her.

Wang Chenlong trembled all over, knelt on the ground and did not speak.

The old man beside Wu Tangyue snorted coldly, stepped forward, and raised his hand to slash down.

"Hum—"

There was a bang, and a sword light flew in, blocking the old man's palm.

Everyone looked up, all slightly stunned.

The sword light flew back into Han Muye's hands.

I don't know when, Han Muye has come outside the battle circle.

Wu Tangyue's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of coldness in her eyes.

"They're going to kill you, and you're going to save him?"

He looked at Han Muye, the hand behind his back was clenched, and a trace of golden light flashed above his fist.

Han Muye looked at Wang Chenlong, who was kneeling on the ground, and said loudly: "First, our Miyue Peak has not colluded with anyone from any foreign sect. ”

There is no collusion.

His words made the faces of the people of the Mitian Sword Sect who were surrounded by the snare and suppressed show a blank look on their faces.

It's all this time, is it meaningful to still talk about this?

Wang Chenlong reluctantly raised his head and looked at Han Muye, with a hint of struggle in his eyes.

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand and pointed at Wu Tangyue in front of him.

"You took advantage of the fact that they were defeated by my Miyue Peak, and poured dirty water on my Miyue Peak, this pot, I Miyue Peak will not carry it."

Just for this?

Indeed, without Han Muye's action to defeat Wang Chenlong, these powerhouses of the Heavenly Sword Sect would not have fled in a panic and were ambushed.

What's more, without the matter of Miyue Peak, the Mitian Sword Sect would not have gathered so many strong people here, and Tiannaruto Gate was wiped out.

"They are your enemies, and they are also our enemies, boy, in fact, we are the ones who go all the way-" Wu Tangyue's voice only started, but was directly interrupted by the long sword in Han Muye's hand.

"You are the Heavenly Naruto Gate, and we are the Heavenly Sword Sect," Han Muye's face was calm, and the blade of the sword pointed at Wu Tangyue, "Who is with whom all the way?" ”

His words made Wu Tangyue's face gloomy.

Those elders and deacons of the Heavenly Sword Sect who were suppressed by the snare and elite disciples all had complicated faces.

They came here to capture and kill the disciples of Miyue Peak.

At this time, the disciples of Miyue Peak wanted to save them.

"Boy, if you want to be strong, you have to weigh yourself." Beside Wu Tangyue, the voice of Zhao Chengliang, an elder of the Tianming Gate Foreign Affairs Hall, sounded.

A war knife in his hand was raised, and the murderous intent on his body soared to the sky.

"Your strength is not bad, but it is the power of that sword."

"Yourself, you haven't even entered the Dao Realm, and you haven't even condensed the Dao Fruit, right?"

He is a powerhouse in the Dao Breaking Realm, and he has already seen Han Muye's emptiness and reality when he watched the battle just now.

In his eyes, Han Muye did not have a trace of Taoism.

When Han Muye made a move, he was also blessed with the power of the sword weapon in his hand.

He was right.

Because whether it is the sword in his hand or his own body, it is Han Muye's body.

When he made a move, when the opponent's strength could not crush his sword body, the strength of his body had indeed not yet been displayed.

In Zhao Chengliang's eyes, this became the power of borrowing swords.

Zhao Chengliang's words made the eyes of the surrounding Tiannaruto powerhouses light up.

A sword weapon that can break through the Dao Realm in the hands of the First Knowledge Realm, how powerful is this treasure?

If this sword was in his own hands, wouldn't he have to directly challenge the Dao Exterminator powerhouse?

Han Muye stood in place, nodded, and thrust the long sword in his hand into the ground.

"You're right, I haven't condensed my Dao Fruit yet."

"Then I'll condense the Dao Fruit first, and then fight."

The words fell, and the surging qi and blood power in his body rose.

Above his head, an illusory golden fruit condensed.

Qi and blood condense into Dao fruits.

This Dao fruit condensed, making everyone around him slightly stunned.

Han Muye is a person from Miyue Peak, a sword cultivator, how can he condense qi and blood Dao fruit?

Qi and Blood Dao Fruit, shouldn't it be the condensation of body refining cultivators?

It's just that in the next moment, everyone's stunned expressions turned into astonishment.

The Qi and Blood Dao Fruit on the top of Han Muye's head had just taken shape, and it had already exploded, and then a Dao Fruit with sword light appeared.

"Kendo Dao Fruit?"

"No, it's a sword body double cultivation!"

"Wrong, this Dao Fruit is a different Dao Fruit, and the power in it can be changed with the cultivator's own cultivation!"

A few whispers rang out.

At this time, do you still have the mind to talk about Han Muye's Dao Fruit?

Wu Tangyue's eyes showed fierceness, and the two white-bearded old men standing beside him walked forward quickly, one rushed towards Han Muye's long sword stuck in the ground, and the other smashed down at Han Muye.

The long sword is the strength of Han Muye, as long as the long sword is snatched away, Han Muye's strength will decline greatly.

Han Muye, who had just condensed the Dao Fruit, could not be the opponent of a strong man in the Dao Realm, and he couldn't dodge the palm of the white-bearded old man, and he couldn't stop it.

These are the perceptions of everyone at this time.

Those suppressed disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect all had complicated expressions.

Han Muye showed great potential, but he didn't have enough time to grow.

Such a person should not have fallen at this time.

"We, are we wrong......

An elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect whispered and slowly closed his eyes.

He couldn't bear to see the picture of Han Muye being slashed to death with a palm.