Han Muye's body and body called for position, and came to the disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect.

When Zhang Mingyuan and the others saw Han Muye, they showed surprise on their faces.

"Sect Master!"

"Master!"

Xu Fengran and the others suddenly rose in breath.

The originally suppressed qi and blood of the surrounding disciples were also boiling and boiling.

After Han Muye was taken away, the cultivators from all walks of life in the camp of the Heavenly Sword Sect quietly left.

In addition, after that, the people of Yuntian Daomen came to recruit, moved out Yang Gongzi and the backers behind him, and let many people leave.

By the time the army was reorganized, there were less than 5,000 people left in the entire 9528 camp.

Under such an atmosphere, many people's hearts were suppressed.

If it weren't for the disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect who knew the cultivation of those powerhouses in their sect and knew their own strength, I am afraid that they would also have turmoil.

"Sect Master Han." An old man in a green robe bowed his hand.

Wuzheng Sword Gate Liao Qingfeng.

One of the Thirty-Six Sword Sects, it is still under the rule of the Yuntian Dao Sect.

Their Wuzheng Sword Sect was suppressed by the Yuntian Dao Sect and had to seek an alliance.

And all parties knew that Liao Qingfeng had offended He Chengyang, and no one was willing to accept the Wuzheng Sword Gate.

In the end, after the Wuzheng Sword Sect split most of its own, the three hundred disciples of the sect came to the 9528 camp with Liao Qingfeng.

"Sect Master Liao Qingfeng's sword cultivation is good." Han Muye turned his head to take a look and said softly, "But your foundation is not stable, and the way of sword derivation is not very right." ”

Han Muye's words made Liao Qingfeng stunned.

Several sword cultivators behind Liao Qingfeng also widened their eyes, and their expressions turned into annoyance.

The Wuzheng Sword Sect and the Mitian Sword Sect are cooperative relations, and Liao Qingfeng is a powerhouse of the Origin Realm.

The rest of the Mitian Sword Sect was still face-saving to the people of the Five Righteous Sword Sect, and they were also polite in the past few days.

But Han Muye's arrival made Liao Qingfeng unable to come to the stage.

"Hmph, the inheritance of my Five True Sword Sect is one of the thirty-six Sword Sects."

"That is, the Mitian Sword Sect is only one of the inheritances of the year, why should you comment on my Wuzheng Sword Sect inheritance?"

Several sword cultivators with aura in the Dao Breaking Realm whispered.

Zhang Mingyuan and the others turned their heads, and the aura on their bodies was shocking, although they did not reveal their own cultivation, but that kind of oppression made Liao Qingfeng frightened.

"Hehe, Sect Master Han is a kendo overhaul, Liao must ask for more advice." Liao Qingfeng chuckled and arched his hand, his gaze turned forward.

"Sect Master Han, that is the person from the 9345 camp, it is a Origin Peak who led three Dao Destroying Realms, as well as dozens of Dao Breaking powerhouses, and gathered an army of more than 10,000 people."

A camp of more than 10,000 people is not a big camp, but the number of people is already twice that of the Heavenly Sword Sect's camp.

Although the battle of conquering the heavens does not care about the number of people, but the number of people is overwhelming, and the more people there are, the stronger the stronger.

There are 350,000 or even 100,000 people in the big camp, and there are also masters of the Qiankun realm.

As for many camps with only two or three thousand, or even one or two thousand people, how can there be really strong people in charge?

"Ten breaths have come, do you really want to surrender?"

The chanting in the distance rang out again.

Submit to.

After the formation of a large battalion in the Battle of the Heavens, there can be no more soldiers, nor can they change their identities.

But you can surrender, become a vassal of other camps, and then give all your battle achievements to the other party in exchange for a chance to live.

The stronger the stronger, the stronger, this is the rule of the Pantian plane.

The other party didn't look at the Mitian Sword Sect in his eyes, he just wanted the Mitian Sword Sect to surrender.

"Destroy them." Han Muye's voice revealed coldness.

Extinguish.

The Battle of the Heavens has allies, but also many strong enemies.

Stepping out of the Pantian plane, you can become allies, or you can fight each other, there are no rules to speak of.

The strong is king, and that may be the rule.

"I'll go."

Xu Zhichu, who was standing in front of him, stepped out, and the aura on his body directly turned into the peak of the Origin Realm.

Half a step!

The height directly turned into eight hundred zhang, the image of a giant, smashed down with a punch, and the mountains and rivers in front of him collapsed.

"Half a step!"

"How is that possible!"

Ahead, there was an exclamation, and a five-hundred-zhang body appeared, followed by a punch.

This fist shadow came to naught under Xu Zhichu's blow.

"Daoist friends spare their lives-"

Voices begging for mercy were heard ahead.

It's a pity that the voice just started, and Xu Zhichu had already hit it with a punch.

"Bang-"

The shattered mountains and rivers are connected with the golden-red rocks scattered below.

The countless shattered Heavenly Stones meant that this punch had killed at least hundreds of cultivators.

In the rear, there was silence.

The disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect were silent because they had known about Xu Zhichu's cultivation for a long time.

The cultivators who followed were silent because they never knew that there were such powerhouses in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The people of the Five Righteous Sword Sect were silent, and it was only at this time that they knew that the strength of the Mitian Sword Sect was so strong.

"Boom-"

Mountains and rivers collapsed.

Han Muye stepped out in one step, turned into a thousand feet, and then waved his hand to bring the hundred miles of mountains and rivers into his own world.

"There is an army of the Giant Source Plane lurking 30,000 miles away, I will intercept and kill, and you will come later."

Han Muye's voice sounded, and he stepped out a hundred miles away.

Behind him, everyone stared blankly at this scene.

"Yin and Yang Realm!"

"Yin and Yang ......"

"How could it be ......"

One by one, the cultivators' eyes widened and they murmured.

The disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect knew that their sect master was powerful, but they didn't know that it was so powerful.

Origin, Qiankun, Yin and Yang.

A Yin and Yang Realm, everywhere is the top powerhouse.

On the other side, those cultivators in the 9528 camp showed irrepressible joy on their faces.

It turned out that the Heavenly Sword Sect that he was attached to was so powerful.

"No wonder, no wonder......" The corners of Liao Qingfeng's mouth twitched and he spoke softly.

Behind him, those Five Righteous Sword Sect cultivators all had stiff faces.

No wonder this Heavenly Sword Sect Sect Master said that he wanted to guide Liao Qingfeng.

A Yin and Yang Realm does have the qualifications to guide Liao Qingfeng.

No, it's Liao Qingfeng who is not qualified to be guided by a Yin Yang Realm.

"Boom-"

In the distance, the roaring sound resounded, and the heavens and the earth were filled with golden light.

Thirty thousand miles away, there was already a big war over there.

"Quick, help the sect master!" Zhang Mingyuan shouted and flew forward.

The others hurriedly followed with joy and excitement.

At this time, Han Muye had already swept with a long sword in his hand, and each sword killed dozens of Juyuan clans in the Origin Realm or Qiankun Realm.

On the other side, a group of Pantian Plane cultivators wearing black armor relied on each other and attacked with all their might.

They are in a neat formation, cooperate with each other, and have good combat effectiveness.

If it weren't for the siege of dozens of times the enemy, they would not have been afraid at all.

"Retreat—"

There was a shout from the rear of the Juyuan clan, and thousands of troops retreated in defeat.

Watching these armies leave, the person led by the black-armored soldiers slowly turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

"Yang Yunfeng, the centurion of Zhentianwei, thank you for your help."

Han Muye nodded, his body turned into nine feet, and then he spoke: "Death camp, Han Muye." ”

After saying that, his body moved, and it had already dissipated.

"Death camp?"

"Do you want to go straight to the town of Tianwei?" Watching Han Muye leave the direction, Yang Yunfeng whispered.