"Roar--"

The fire dragon that was originally ten feet long turned into a hundred feet long, swallowed the white-bearded old man in one mouthful, and then raised its head to the sky and roared, and the sound of the dragon's roar shook hundreds of miles!

The fire dragon roared, whipped out its long tail, and swept the fleeing golden elixir to the ground. Then it breathed out a strong breath of fire and forced all the black-clothed practitioners back before slowly turning into nothingness.

The person in the Golden Core realm who was swallowed by the fire dragon also disappeared together.

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The power of swordsmanship passed down from the direct descendants of Jiuxuan Sword Sect’s fire veins!

Trapped in the wind and fire, even the golden elixir can only be the nourishment to fuel the flames!

The fire dragon dispersed, and Han Muye stood with a sword in his hand. A hundred feet in front of him was scorched black.

Of the two masters of the golden elixir who faced each other, one was already dead and the other fell into the dust, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

This kind of swordsmanship is so powerful!

Sword cultivation requires sword sharpness.

If the sword in your hand is not good, how can you kill people, how can you protect the way, how can you fight against the sky?

Han Muye turned his head and slowly looked at the old man who was confronting Xia Yi and breaking his golden elixir.

At this time, the old man's face was flushed and his eyes were blood red.

"die!"

"Go to hell--"

He looked up to the sky and roared, and the spiritual light on his body turned into a beam of light and blasted away in all directions.

Self-destruct!

The golden elixir self-destructs, and the instantaneous burst of power will give even a half-step to the heavenly realm a headache.

Xia Yi's expression changed and he shouted in a low voice: "Little friend, get out of here!"

A powerful golden elixir self-destructs, and everyone within a ten-mile radius and under the ground will be injured.

If Han Muye and the others were so close, even if they didn't die, their bones and muscles would be shattered, and their souls would turn into nothingness.

A solemn aura rose up from Xia Yi's body, and he raised the Xuanyang Sword in his hand.

"Hold the Xuanyang sword and uphold the righteous way of heaven and earth!"

He drank in his mouth, and the sword light on his body condensed into a light shield and pressed forward.

Han Muye shook his head.

Unstoppable.

Xia Yi wanted to suppress the power of self-destruction with his own spiritual energy and sword intent, and restrain the power of self-destruction within a certain range.

It's a pity that his cultivation is not enough.

Unless you are in the Half-Step Heaven Realm, how can you suppress the self-destruction of a golden elixir major cultivator?

"Little friend, I only have the power of ten breaths."

"Take them away."

Xia Yi's face was solemn, and his eyes revealed determination and determination.

"As the inspector of Xuanyang Guard, this is my responsibility."

"Uphold justice and you will naturally shed blood and make sacrifices."

On his body, rays of brilliance flashed.

This is burning the power of one's soul and stimulating the golden elixir.

I originally wanted to see Xuanyang Guard's methods, but unfortunately I haven't seen much yet, and I have to fight hard.

Han Muye shook his head, put away his swords, and raised his hand to point out.

"call out--"

A shrill scream cut through the void, and the light flashed away.

The three-foot handleless sword pierced through and shattered the self-destructing old man's golden elixir power.

Like fireworks rising, endless spiritual energy bursts into the sky.

But this spiritual energy is really just spiritual energy, without any lethality at all.

The soul has been broken and cannot control the power of the golden elixir, so it is natural to let the spiritual energy dissipate.

"Jianwan..."

Xia Yi murmured as he looked at the handleless sword that was taken back by Han Muye and turned into a jade white pill.

"Okay, so awesome..."

"Is this still Western Xinjiang?"

In the distance, the eight Zhongzhou elites raised their heads and whispered.

Such methods are rare even in Zhongzhou, right?

Is the Xijiang swordsmanship inheritance so strong?

Han Muye slowly landed on the bluestone and glanced around.

Those men in black clothes and holding swords were all trembling.

There are also two Earth Realm Sword Cultivators with earth-colored faces.

The golden elixir cannot withstand a sword, what can they do?

"boom--"

At this moment, there was a loud noise from Yingchou Cliff, and countless bluestones flew down.

The entire cliff began to shake.

A breath as clear as a mountain came over.

Xia Yi's expression changed and he shouted: "It's a big demon!"

Big demon.

More than just a great demon, this kind of aura has already reached the perfection of the earthly realm before reaching the heavenly realm.

It’s half a step to heaven!

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at the overturned cliff.

"Escape quickly——"

The men in black fled in panic and ran away.

"Stab-"

Not far away, a tree root appeared, wrapping a man in black and swallowing him underground.

Then countless roots flew, pulling the fleeing men in black and dragging them into the ground.

This is an extremely powerful wood demon!

The eight Zhongzhou elites turned pale and rushed to Xia Yi's side.

Xia Yi held the Xuanyang Sword in his hand, glanced at the slowly descending cliff and the endless roots, and said in a deep voice: "This great demon is at least halfway to the heavenly realm. Today, I am afraid it will be difficult to leave this place."

His words made the eight elites even more panicked.

There is great fear in life, only between life and death!

Han Muye turned his head and looked not far in front of him.

The golden elixir master of the Tailing Sword Sect, who was wounded to the ground by his one-step prairie fire style, was dragged by a tree root and swallowed into the ground.

"Little friend, I will explode the golden elixir and Xuanyang sword later to block this big monster for a moment with the strongest power."

Holding the hilt of the sword, Xia Yi looked at Han Muye.

"You leave alone."

"Maybe there is a glimmer of hope."

Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head.

He took a deep breath and slowly raised his head, his eyes falling on the cliffs pressing down on him.

He put one hand behind his back, held the sword pill in the palm of his right hand, and floated into the air.

Step into the air to wield your sword, and your sword energy will fight against the sky!

With such an appearance, he really looks like a banished immortal!

There was a divine soul sword energy condensing behind Han Muye.

"I have a style called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect."
Chapter completed!