This sword embryo is not the sword embryo that Han Muye refined in that illusionary realm?

Can this sword embryo be taken out of the illusion?

Turning his head to look around, Han Muye had a smile on his face.

It's still a fantasy, but it's not the illusion it used to be.

That is, the sword embryo is real.

Holding the sword embryo in his hand, a faint sword intent penetrated into it, and memories emerged.

This sword embryo is really the one he built with his own hands.

Eternal Sword Terrace, interesting......

The sword has two edges, and morality is both.

Between the virtual and the real, it can reach such a level, which is clearly a creation!

The power of the Creator's Realm, even at the highest level, can manifest the objects in the illusion out of thin air.

With the sword embryo in hand, Han Muye walked straight forward.

"General!"

"General!"

The sound of soldiers shouting and shouting came.

Looking down, the clothes on his body had turned into battle armor.

"General, the Qiu family has been escorted to the city."

"General, if Qiu Qi still doesn't surrender, does the Qiu family really want to kill him?"

Several generals stepped forward with solemn expressions on their faces.

"After all, Old Man Qiu is the general, your master, and you can't bear the name of this murderer......"

Kill the Master?

Han Muye strode forward, and in front of him was a five-zhang high fortified city.

The walls were mottled and guarded by scattered soldiers.

Under the city walls, there are military formations.

Before the formation, seven or eight cloth-robed bodies were tied up by the soldiers.

That's the Qiu family?

Walking forward quickly, Han Muye raised his hand and grabbed the hilt of the long sword at the waist of the general beside him.

"Cangchang—"

The sword is unsheathed.

A faint sword intent poured into the sword body, and the memory of this fantasy realm surfaced in Han Muye's mind.

At this time, he should be the commander of this side of the Chilin Army.

The Chilin Army is a rebel, but it is not a rebel.

The prince who was loyal to the Chilin army was taken to the prison by the emperor, and the emperor died of a violent illness before the emperor could convict the prince.

The three princes, who held half of the military power in the country, wanted to become the new emperor, and led the army from the border to the imperial capital.

Xue Yu'an, the commander of the Chilin Army, who also came from the town guard, is Han Muye's current identity, and he wants to rush to the imperial capital before the three princes, rescue the crown prince, and help him ascend the throne.

It can be said that whether it is the third prince or Xue Yu'an, whoever arrives in the imperial city first can decide the ownership of the throne.

But now the Chilin Army was blocked by a Ming Jade City for two hundred miles outside the imperial city.

The general stationed in Mingyu City, named Qiu Qi, was Xue Yu'an's junior brother.

Xue Yu'an once practiced under Qiu Qi's father, Qiu Changlin.

Ming Yucheng could not be captured for three days, and Xue Yu'an escorted Qiu Changlin and the rest of the Qiu family to the city gate.

Qiu Qi didn't open the city gate, and the Qiu family was killed.

"General, even if you want to kill the Qiu family, you can't do it yourself!"

The general's face changed and he let out a low voice.

The other generals who followed Han Muye also changed their expressions.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he walked in front of the white-haired old man in front of him and bowed.

"Master."

The old man turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

"Do you still recognize Master?" On the other side, the Qiu family, whose hands were tied, showed anger on their faces, "If you recognize Master, you should let my eldest brother go." ”

"Yes, Qiu Qi has already occupied Mingyu City, you tie up and surrender, and when the third prince sits in that position, how can you be in charge of one side in the future." Another old man of the Qiu family spoke up.

"Xue Yuan, you have been studying art in the Qiu family for three years, if it wasn't for the Qiu family to give you the opportunity, how could you be in charge of the Chilin Army? Now is the time for you to repay the favor. ”

In the rear, there are also Qiu family members who are drinking.

Han Muye was silent, looking up at the city in front of him.

"Master, what do I say?"

At the head of the city, a young man in black armor stood there, his face sad and angry.

"When you entered my door, what did I tell you on the first day of sword cultivation?"

Beside Han Muye, the white-haired old man spoke softly.

What was said on the first day?

Han Muye didn't know.

He looked down at the sword in his hand.

The blade of the longsword is clear.

"Master, you know what I'm going to choose, right?" Han Muye asked rhetorically.

His words brought a smile to the old man's face.

And the other Qiu family members after the old man had a change in complexion.

"As the commander of the Red Forest Army, of course you should do what you should do."

"The sword is easy to break."

"With a sword in hand, you won't turn back."

The white-haired old man smiled, his eyes bursting with light.

"Don't say that the prince is benevolent, but also treat you kindly, and promote you to the end of the micro, just the eldest and youngest, the throne should also be the prince."

"The three princes are self-effacing martial arts and act arrogantly, if he is the emperor, the people are afraid that they will be extremely miserable."

Also looking up at the young figure at the head of the city, the old man sighed lightly.

"Qi'er is my old son, too arrogant, let him follow the third prince, I wanted him to be sharpened, but I didn't want to, he actually fell into a power struggle."

"Xue Yu'an, if you kill me, he won't surrender."

"You let me go, and I'll take him down."

The old man's words made the Qiu family behind him stunned.

"Big brother, that's your own son!"

"Big brother, Qiu Qi has the merit of being a dragon, and my Qiu family can become a noble family!"

"Master, are you confused?"

Behind Qiu Changlin, exclamations sounded.

Qiu Changlin looked at Han Muye calmly.

Han Muye raised his hand, and the long sword in his hand slashed at the rope that bound Qiu Changlin's arm.

The rope breaks.

"Zheng—"

Han Muye threw the long sword in his hand in front of Qiu Changlin.

Qiu Changlin held his sword, let out a long laugh, and walked forward quickly.

When he got to the head of the city, he held his sword and looked at the figure at the head of the city.

"Father!"

At the head of the city, the young man in battle armor shouted.

Qiu Changlin's long sword in his hand slowly raised: "Qi'er, you shouldn't stop the Chilin army from entering the city." ”

"I have promised Yu'an to come into the city to get you."

His words made everyone in the city stunned.

Above the city, the young man's face changed, and in his hand, a big bow was clenched, and the arrow was pointed at Qiu Changlin.

"Father really wants to go into the city for Xue Yu'an to get me?"

Qiu Changlin laughed, his body moved, and he went straight up.

"Back then, I, Qiu Changlin, were crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, and I could cut a thousand armors with one sword!"

Straight up to the city, Qiu Changlin's voice resounded.

At the head of the city, the young man in green armor gritted his teeth, and the big bowstring in his hand was released.

"Bang-"

Long arrows flew out.

The arrow shot towards Qiu Changlin, who was holding a sword in his hand, in the chest.

Qiu Changlin smiled on his face, and the sword in his hand stopped.

"Poof—"

The long arrow pierced through the chest, carrying Qiu Changlin's body, and fell straight more than ten zhang away, and the dust rose.

"Dang Chang—"

The long sword in Qiu Changlin's hand fell.

Han Muye looked at the falling figure, and there was a complicated look on his face.

"What about the sharpness of the sword?"

"If you can't do it, it's in vain after all."

"The sword in your hand is sharp, you can't cut it out, and you can only hurt yourself......"

Sighing softly, he raised his hand and pointed to the city ahead.

"Whole army, siege!"

……

As if staying out of the matter, Han Muye watched the army capture the city, and watched the armor-piercing young man cry bitterly in front of him, wailing and begging for mercy.

The army marched forward, captured the imperial city, and the crown prince ascended the throne.

In his hand, there was an extra sword that fell from Qiu Changlin's hand.

"Morality, affection, are all shackles that bind the way of the sword?"

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, and the illusion in front of him slowly dissipated.