Nine Xuandao Patriarch.

Go to the True Way Sect.

Just now, Feng Shaolin opened his mouth to invite Yunlang Dao people to the True Dao Sect, and he did not hesitate to make a move and threaten the disciples of the Nine Xuan Dao.

At this time, when he heard Han Muye say that he wanted to go to the True Dao Sect, Feng Shaolin's expression changed.

Because Han Muye, the Nine Xuan Dao Patriarch, appeared too weirdly, and the strength he showed was too unclear for him.

"My True Dao Sect is naturally willing to invite seniors to come," Feng Shaolin stared at Han Muye, and the sword light on the long knife in his hand flowed, "However, Feng still needs to verify your strength."

"If the strength is not enough, then be Feng's sword revenant!"

The sound fell, and the knife flashed.

This time, the sword light was different from the sword light of Feng Shaolin fighting against the Yunlang Dao people before, when this sword fell, it actually borrowed the power of the surrounding heaven and earth, as well as the power of the surrounding golden armor soldiers.

The triple sword light converged and slashed directly towards Han Muye's head.

"Boom—"

The swirling sword light turned into a golden-armored lion and pressed down towards Han Muye's head.

At this moment, the entire heaven and earth within a radius of ten miles began to shook, causing the surrounding heaven and earth to seem to be shattered.

Those cultivators below the third level of the Rebirth Realm were all shaken in their hearts, and their qi and blood seemed to be frozen.

Even Hu Yudao and the others were pale at this time, and the qi and blood on their bodies were surging that was difficult to suppress.

This kind of blows is Feng Shaolin's limit.

This is the true strength of the Hidden Realm!

Ben saw that Feng Shaolin couldn't take the Yunlang Dao people, and those cultivators who felt that the Hidden Realm was just like this, their eyes widened and it was difficult to breathe.

Not far from Han Muye's side, Yunlang Daoren's eyes narrowed, and his face was slightly solemn.

He admitted that he underestimated the methods of the junior cultivators.

At least Feng Shaolin's combat power at this time was not inferior to the powerhouses of the same level in the ancient era, and even the means were more clever, and the condensation of strength was more layered and stronger.

Looking at the male lion that fell on his head, Han Muye raised his hand.

The body did not move, the waist trembled slightly, and the raised hand pressed forward, like a breeze in the palm, and the green willow in front of him.

"It's a breeze from the clouds!" Wu Mingjue let out a low snort, his eyes fixed on Han Muye's movements.

Han Muye's movements are clearly the basic moves among the thirty-six styles of the Nine Xuan Qingfeng.

The palm of the hand caresses lightly, as if soothing the breeze in the face.

When Han Muye's palm reached out and gently pressed it forward, everyone heard a roar like thunder.

Moving like thunder, wind and thunder follow, this is the vision when the combat skills are cultivated to the top!

"How is it possible, how can there be such a clever inheritance in the Nine Xuan Dao......" Seeing Han Muye's palm pressed down and the appearance of wind and thunder rolling, Feng Shaolin's face flashed dazed.

If the inheritance of the Nine Xuan Dao was so strong, they would have run rampant in the Nine Xuan Mountain, and they would not have fallen like this.

"Ancient inheritance, can it still show its power in today's era?" Feng Shaolin's eyes flashed with greed.

If there really is such a heritage, then it must be taken away!

"Bang-"

Han Muye's palm collided with the body of the male lion in front of him between the voids, and the golden male lion trembled, raised his head and roared, and then shattered.

Raise your hand and blow, and the lion shatters!

This kind of picture made the cultivators who were watching around all stunned.

This lion is a Hidden Realm powerhouse that attracts the power of heaven and earth around him, plus the combat power of the golden armor soldiers behind him.

With such a method, it was already comparable to the combat power of the second-layer realm of the physical body, and it was so easy to shatter it.

How could this Nine Xuan Dao Patriarch in front of him have such combat power?

The corners of Hu Yudao's mouth twitched, and the joy on his face was difficult to hide.

His own ancestor actually has such strength, why worry about the Nine Mysterious Dao!

Those Nine Xuan Dao disciples around him all clenched their fists excitedly.

The means that Han Muye showed was their inheritance.

Han Muye can break it with one blow

Hidden Realm, they can too!

Not far from Wu Mingjue's side, Tao Yuyu, the senior sister of the Yuteng Dao Gate, had a changed complexion, looked at Wu Mingjue in front of her, and for some reason, her face showed a little blush.

Yunlang Daoist breathed a sigh of relief, his palm loosened, and a fragment of a sword weapon in his palm disappeared.

Knowing that Han Muye was strong, I didn't expect Han Muye to be so strong!

Han Muye's strength was beyond his imagination.

It seems to be a wise choice to take refuge in the Nine Xuan Dao by yourself.

"Good means!" Feng Shaolin let out a long shout, flew up, and the long knife slashed towards Han Muye's head, "Catch this knife, my True Dao Sect welcomes you to come—"

This knife is different from the previous lion phantom, it is a straight knife.

But this knife actually had many similarities with Han Muye's raised hand just now, and it turned out to be with a faint thunderous sound!

"It's not the pinnacle of combat skills, it's just the inheritance skills of the sect." Han Muye spoke, his face calm, and raised his hand again.

This time, all the Nine Xuan Dao disciples were staring at Han Muye's palm.

Everyone around also stared at Han Muye tightly, not daring to miss a single bit.

Han Muye looked at the long knife that fell off his head.

The Inheritance of the Supreme Realm has a place of great wisdom, but compared to those brilliant inheritances in the Void, its decline can be seen.

The main reason is the decline of the power of heaven and earth, and countless tyrannical means can no longer be combined with the power of heaven and earth today.

In other words, many of the current supreme realm combat skills are castrated over and over again.

Combat skills adapt to the way of heaven and earth, rather than achieve the way of heaven and earth.

Although Han Muye had not been in the Supreme Realm for a long time, he had already felt the helplessness of the Supreme Realm cultivators.

Either you adapt to heaven and earth, or you can't do anything about it.

So many awakened powerhouses, when they opened their eyes, they found that their cultivation had disappeared, and their combat power was not as good as that of any junior.

With the long knife on the head, Han Muye had a lot of emotion in his heart.

Reaching out to his hand, this time he did not cast "Cloud Sweeping Breeze", but turned his palm outward, lunged under his feet, and pressed his waist down slightly.

"Soar to the wind!"

Although Han Muye's posture changed, the disciples of the Nine Xuan Dao who had cultivated the Thirty-six Styles of Qingfeng for so long could see at a glance that this move was a slightly changed Tengyun Chasing the Wind.

"Boom—"

The blade slashed down, and the faint golden light on the palm of his hand blocked the long knife, and then Han Muye shook his hand and shook off the blade power.

Feng Shaolin, who was holding a long knife, had a great change in complexion, and it was too late to draw the knife, and his palm and arm were connected to the long knife, which was directly twisted.

"Click—"

Feng Shaolin's arm was twisted off.

His entire body flipped over and slammed to the ground, shattering his shoulder and spine.

"Bang-"

Feng Shaolin, who rolled to the ground, gritted his teeth and looked up at Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head and slowly withdrew his hand: "Your sword is really too bad, the inheritance of your True Dao Sect, that's it?"

Feng Shaolin's face turned red, and he just wanted to speak,