Thousands of long swords are in the sky, and above the blades of the swords, there are intertwined and shining thunder.

When the sword light moved, hundreds of millions of thunderbolts poured out of the void, covering the heavens and the earth.

The power of thunder collided with the golden palm above the heavenly dome, causing the entire heaven and earth to begin to turmoil.

This sword can slash the divine realm!

"Boom-"

The explosion of endless thunder enveloped the entire imperial city, making the thunder light like a swimming dragon appear above the heavenly dome of the imperial city.

The stars scattered in the sky were all reduced to ashes before this thunder.

This blow made the origin power between the surrounding heaven and earth tremble.

"This person's Thunder Dao has reached the top of the God Realm!"

"Using a sword to lead thunder, his sword cultivation is not inferior to the way of thunder!"

In the imperial city, several low voices sounded.

In front of the palaces, countless figures appeared, looking up at the thunder light on the sky, and their eyes revealed a solemn color.

The golden palm shattered, and the eyes of the Gathering God King were gloomy, and his body retreated uncontrollably.

Han Muye's sword light was stronger than he had imagined.

He attracted the origin of heaven and earth, and with the power of the Imperial City Array, he couldn't stop Han Muye's sword.

When did such a kendo overhaul occur in the world!

"Han Muye, do you really ignore my Pantian Plane and ignore the Imperial City Immortal Dynasty?"

The gathering of the god kings fixed their bodies and raised their heads to the sky and drank.

If it weren't for the golden light curtain that reunited above the heavenly dome, he wouldn't have dared to face Han Muye directly.

But if he retreats like this, will he lose face?

"Ignoring the Imperial City?" Han Muye raised his hand, and the shattered long sword reunited.

"You are not worthy to represent the Imperial City, and you are not worthy to represent the Immortal Dynasty!"

Han Muye's voice vibrated above the sky, and the sword light shone brightly again.

The sword light made the Gathering God King feel a chill in his body.

"Kill!"

As if his heart was shocked, he couldn't help but let out a low shout, raised his hand, and the golden light rose.

Zhen Tianwei.

This is the army of Zhen Tianwei.

Holding the Zhentian Seal, the Gathering God King is qualified to mobilize the Zhentianwei of the entire Immortal Dynasty.

In the army of Zhentianwei, at least five god realm powerhouses emerged.

The divine realm is in front, attracting the power of the army formation, and the space of thousands of miles is shaking.

Five golden-armored figures supporting the sky appeared, stepped out, and smashed the sword and gun in their hands towards Han Muye's head.

"Mi-"

Huang Fat Tiger shouted, and the sword light on his body appeared.

All the sword cultivation sword formations behind her flew up, and the sword light condensed into one, blocking the power of the battle array controlled by the five god realm powerhouses.

Even if the sword array was crumbling, everyone could see at this time that this sword array had indeed blocked the large array controlled by the five god realm powerhouses of Zhentianwei.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed, and the cyan Zhentian seal in his hand floated into the air.

"If Zhen Tianwei doesn't recognize Zhen Tianyin, then there is no need to exist."

Han Muye's voice sounded, and then his figure stepped out.

At this time, the thunder light on his body dissipated, leaving only a faint sword light.

In the eyes of outsiders, this scene is clearly that he thinks that he can't break through the barrier of the imperial city, and he has already made a passive move.

It's just that the moment Han Muye converged the power of thunder light, in the imperial city, at least two broad powers rose.

"I once cultivated a sword, and made it into one with ten thousand swords."

"It is enough to use this sword to break the general trend of the Immortal Dynasty Imperial City of the Pantian Plane."

Han Muye's voice sounded, and the sword light in his hand appeared.

Not a sword light, but ten thousand sword lights.

It's not ten thousand sword lights, it's ten thousand sword lights!

Endless sword light converges and turns into a long sword that exudes a terrifying aura!

As soon as this sword came out, there was a god realm powerhouse in the imperial city below, whose aura was surging, and he flew up uncontrollably.

"Be careful, this sword is extremely strong!"

"This is the Sword Dao Divine Realm!"

"His combat power actually makes me tremble!"

A low cry sounded, and at least thirty Divine Realm figures appeared.

It's just that at this time, the sword light in Han Muye's hand has already condensed.

"This sword is called, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect."

Han Muye whispered.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to Jiuxuan Mountain.

He seemed to be in the classics building, looking at the classics left by Mo Yuan, thousands of sword lights were one.

"Ten thousand swords, return to the sect."

The sword light rises, and the sword light falls.

Hundreds of millions of stars, covering the sky and the sun!

The hundreds of millions of brilliance condensed into a line, directly breaking through the heaven and earth barrier below, and breaking through all the imperial city arrays.

The sword light slashed through the heavens and the earth, and then slashed towards the head of the Gathering God King.

The Gathering God King wanted to escape, but he couldn't block the sword, and his body directly shattered.

The sword light continued to move forward, slashing down in the imperial city.

At least three thousand miles of mountains and rivers were smashed, and countless palaces were cut open with a sword.

The treasures of those palaces have all been turned into ashes under this sword!

One by one, the powerhouses of the God Realm wanted to block the sword light, but they were knocked away by the sword light.

This sword light, no one can stop it.

"It's over."

A voice rang out from the Imperial City.

An old man with a golden crown in a white robe appeared in front of the sword light and raised his hand a little.

The sword light that stretched for thousands of miles was finally blocked.

The sword light was at the old man's fingertips, and it seemed to be a crushed lamp and candle, which directly shattered.

"If the way of the sword can reach you, it should have been cultivated in the Pantian plane."

"It's a pity, you shouldn't ignore the Immortal Dynasty and offend the majesty of the Immortal Dynasty."

The old man withdrew his fingers and looked at Han Muye.

With just this glance, the heavens and the earth in front of Han Muye shattered.

The sword array behind him exploded, and all the sword cultivators, including the Yellow Fat Tiger, vomited blood and retreated.

If it weren't for the five Zhentianwei God Realm powerhouses who were tied up at this time, the sword array would have collapsed, and all the sword cultivators would have turned into powder.

"The Creator?"

Han Muye took a deep breath, and endless divine light burst out from his body.

In his hand, a long black and white sword appeared.

As soon as this sword came out, the eyes of the white-robed old man on the opposite side narrowed.

"The power of creation?"

"No, it's ......"

Han Muye didn't give the old man a chance to think, and the long sword in his hand had already stabbed out.

The sword light turned blue-gray, and the black and white layers of streamers collided, and then the sword blade appeared in front of the white-robed old man.

The white-robed old man had a solemn face, raised his hand, and held a golden red lotus flower in his palm.

"When—"

The golden red lotus was directly shattered and devoured by the black and white sword light, and then the sword light did not stop, and it fell towards the white-robed old man.

"This is the end of the gods!"

The white-robed old man's face was frightened, and his figure retreated backwards.

The power of the gods, he didn't dare to contaminate!

"Arrogance."

On the other side, a black-bearded Taoist man wearing golden armor stepped out, and a golden war spear in his hand slammed into the black and white sword light.

"Bang-"

The sword light was shattered, and the black and white colors intertwined, turning into a black and white shadow in place.

The spear in the hand of the golden armor Daoist pointed at Han Muye, and shouted: "If you use the power of the gods, you already have a way to die today." ”

Above the edge of his spear, a golden light burst out.

It's just that before he could make a move, he and the white-robed old man behind him both changed their faces rapidly.

The place where Han Muye was slashed by a sword just now, gathered in the place where the God King fell, and layers of black clouds appeared.

That cloud qi is also the power of the gods!

"The deity has been sleeping for countless years, and you don't want to give this point of divine sustenance?"

A voice rang out in the clouds.

"In that case, then let this heavenly plane be devoured by the deity......