Wang Zhenhai, who was standing in place, trembled his lips and pulled his skin uncontrollably.

"Impossible, how can the master value me?"

"Back then, it was the master who expelled me from the Yuming Sword Sect ......"

His gaze fell on Han Muye, and he pondered for a long time before nodding slightly.

"Master rest assured, Wang Zhenhai will definitely go all out to carry forward the inheritance of my Yuming Sword Sect."

As the voice fell, the space around him began to change.

Han Muye stood in place, staring at the rising mist in front of him.

In the mist, figures flew one after another.

Each of these figures represents a spiritual lineage.

Wang Zhenhai led the disciples of the Yuming Sword Sect to rush around and snatch all kinds of classics around.

All the sects dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

Han Muye walked forward slowly, wandering in this illusion.

Behind him, Xu Fengran chose to follow Wang Zhenhai, intercepting and killing everywhere, and constantly improving his cultivation and combat power.

Xu Zhichu followed Liao Fan and cultivated the Yuming swordsmanship.

The other disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who had entered the illusion realm also followed the person they thought was right, and began to fully participate in the expansion of the Yuming Sword Sect.

These disciples were lost, and in the illusionary realm, they really regarded themselves as disciples of the Yuming Sword Sect, and they also thought that their daily cultivation was real.

The cultivation obtained in this illusion is illusory, but the experience is still there.

Their killing, life and death, will become real, and if they die, they will die.

If you can get out of the illusion alive, you can gain hundreds of years of spiritual experience.

For the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, this kind of experience is a treasure that is difficult to find.

Among these people who have entered the illusion, Han Muye is walking in the illusion, and every step has passed countless years.

He had already seen through everything in the illusion, and he would not shake his mind at all.

However, he can see all the scenes in the fantasy world clearly, and he can turn them into his own feelings.

"Haha, Senior Brother Han, today I led someone to destroy the Sanxuan Sword Gate, this is their Sanxuan Sword Technique, I will copy a copy for you."

Wang Zhenhai laughed, and then threw a book over.

In the illusion for a hundred years, Han Muye did not participate in Wang Zhenhai's raids, but he did not refuse Wang Zhenhai's sword inheritance.

Every time Wang Zhenhai returned, he gave him a copy of the kendo inheritance of other sects.

After Han Muye's derivation, he fused the sword moves and swordsmanship of the Yuming Sword Sect and fed back to Wang Zhenhai.

These swordsmanship made Wang Zhenhai's kendo cultivation improve a lot, and his combat power also increased rapidly.

The more this is the case, the closer he is to Han Muye.

"Don't worry, within ten days, I will definitely understand this sword technique."

Han Muye took the book, raised his hand, and said loudly.

Wang Zhenhai laughed and ran away.

The other disciples looked at Han Muye, all of them showing reverence on their faces.

In their eyes, Han Muye was really the most talented and perceptive person in the sect.

There is no one in the sect who can compare with Han Muye in terms of comprehending swordsmanship.

Han Muye held the book in his hand and flipped through it quickly as he walked.

By the time he reached the main hall at the top of the hill in front of him, he had fully comprehended the swordsmanship in the book.

"Hum—"

A long sword flew down in front of him.

With a wave of Han Muye's hand, a sword light greeted him.

This sword light is bright, with three dazzling lights.

"Three Xuan Sword Formation?"

"You're too quick to comprehend, aren't you?"

Holding the sword and falling, Liao Fan glared, and the sword in his hand swept and slashed the three dazzling lights.

Han Muye let out a long laugh, the sword light flickered, one step at a time, each sword was an antelope hanging horn, with a dazzling streamer.

The sword in Liao Fan's hand did not retreat at all, shining with a halo of light in the long sword to the extreme.

The disciples scattered around all looked up, their faces showing horror.

"Senior Brother Liao Fan's cultivation is profound."

"Senior Brother Liao's swordsmanship has reached this level, he must have deduced the eighth sword of Yuming's swordsmanship."

"The eighth sword? The last time he said that the Seventh Sword was about to be completed, it was two years ago. ”

Everyone's eyes fell on the sword light, and the light flashed in their eyes.

This kind of kendo competition is an excellent object for them to understand.

"Senior Brother Han Muye is the real genius......"

I don't know who whispered.

Everyone around them bowed their heads.

Indeed, in the entire Yuming Sword Sect, there is only Han Muye left who can compete with Liao Fan in the way of the sword, except for Wang Zhenhai, who is searching for the inheritance of swordsmanship everywhere.

Moreover, Han Muye neither deduced the Yuming sword technique, nor did he nourish his own evil qi and fighting intent by killing, he was practicing idly in the sect.

In this way, they can compete with the two top powerhouses of the sect, who doesn't envy them?

Everyone knows that cultivation is a hard path.

"When—"

The two swords struck each other, and the sword light scattered and shattered.

Han Muye walked forward with his sword, and Liao Fan shook his head with a solemn face.

"It seems that my eighth sword is not deduced correctly, otherwise it will be no problem to overpower the Three Xuan Sword Formation."

"Senior Brother Han, come, you can help me see what's wrong with my swordsmanship."

Han Muye smiled and nodded, and entered the main hall side by side with Liao Fan.

……

Decade.

Century.

The Yuming Sword Sect was attacked by those disciples led by Wang Zhenhai, and it spanned three million miles.

Wang Zhenhai's cultivation has also stepped into the world, dividing yin and yang, and only one step away is to enter the realm of life and death.

This kind of cultivation is already invincible within a million miles.

It is Zhu Yunxu, the sect master of the Yuming Sword Sect, and his cultivation is just a realm of life and death.

However, Wang Zhenhai's cultivation is high and his combat power is strong, but he does not dare to say that he can steadily defeat Liao Fan.

After extrapolating the Yuming sword technique to the twelve swords, Liao Fan's combat power had already rushed to the realm of life and death.

He once went out to challenge several powerhouses in the realm of life and death, and returned undefeated.

It is also this kind of achievement that makes the inheritance of the Yuming Sword Sect even more famous.

The prestige of the battle that challenges the realm of life and death is stronger than Wang Zhenhai's attack everywhere.

"When—"

"When—"

"When—"

Above the main hall of the Yuming Sword Sect, the golden bell rang.

Figures rushed in.

Han Muye was wearing a green robe, and his figure flickered, like a light butterfly flying down.

On the other side, Wang Zhenhai was full of anger and walked quickly to the square.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

"I've seen Senior Brother!"

"Meet Senior Brother Wang!"

All around, endless cheers were heard.

Wang Zhenhai's reputation among his disciples is killed.

In the eyes of the disciples, this kind of prestige is more real than Liao Fan's reputation for fighting against the powerhouses of the life and death realm.

Wang Zhenhai laughed and walked to Han Muye's side: "Senior Brother Han, how is the swordsmanship of the Wuyue Sword Sect, I went to fight three battles, but I couldn't knock down their mountain gate, you can help me take a look and see what is special about their inheritance." ”

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

Seeing him nodding, Wang Zhenhai showed joy on his face.

As long as Han Muye was willing to make a move, there would be no kendo problem that could stop them.

A moment later, Sect Master Zhu Yunxu's figure appeared in front of the main hall.

Everyone stood there silently.

"What about Senior Brother Liao Fan?"

"Hey, Senior Brother Liao didn't come today."

A low voice of discussion came.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the main hall not far away.

Over there, in the hall of Liao Fan's retreat, there were surging sword lights.

The thirteen swords of Yuming are going to be completed.

Wang Zhenhai turned his head, and a trace of battle intent flashed on his face.

What he was waiting for was Liao Thirteen's thirteenth sword masterpiece.

Otherwise, what's the point of arguing?