"Donghai Qingao, please ask Jiuxuan Sword Sect Han Muye to take over the sword——"

The sound was heard thousands of miles away, the heaven and earth shook, and the clouds and waves rolled around, turning into a sword.

This sword cuts down thousands of miles away.

The sword was on the sky, and the disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect below found it difficult to raise their heads, feeling endless pressure coming down from them.

In the blue stone square in front of the sword pavilion, the sword cultivators from Zhongzhou all had their shoulders trembling and couldn't help themselves.

Seeing the approaching sword light, Luo Teng and others were horrified.

Can such a sword be driven by human power?

Who can catch this powerful sword light?

Under this sword, the entire sword pavilion will probably be destroyed, right?

Perhaps the Jiuxuan Sword Sect must gather the strength of the entire sect to resist this heaven-shattering sword.

In front of the sword pavilion, Yang Mingxuan's hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and blood surged in his eyes.

Han Muye put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said calmly: "This sword won't work."

no.

As Han Muye's words fell, the sky was shattered by the sword light!

One word and the sword is broken!

This terrifying sword light turned into broken clouds and dispersed at Han Muye's words.

Is this the real battle of the great monks?

The disciples gathered around all looked confused.

"good!"

In the sky, the shouts are filled with excitement and fighting spirit.

This voice is thousands of miles away!

At this moment, the sword light condensed on Jiuxuan Mountain.

On the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, the sect leader Tuoba stood in front of the main hall, with sword intent coming from his body.

Behind him, the shadow of a tiger paced gently.

"With the gathering of sword cultivators from all over the world, our Jiuxuan Sword Sect is indeed a bit like a holy land."

Tuoba Cheng looked at the sword light soaring into the sky and loosened his grip.

The sword intent on his body dissipated.

It's not him who comes to challenge.

This is Jiange Han Muye.

Turning his gaze in the direction of Jiange, Tuoba Cheng had a look of curiosity on his face.

How will Han Muye receive this sword?

He has accumulated momentum for millions of miles and shattered mountains and rivers with one sword.

With such a sword power, even Tuoba Cheng dared not say that he could catch it without any damage.

At this time, Han Muye, who was standing in front of the sword pavilion, raised his head with a look of emotion on his face.

Regardless of its momentum or combat power, this sword is impeccable.

Sword cultivator, it is really wonderful to be able to gather this sword.

Isn’t that what cultivation is like?

The thoughts in my heart travel millions of miles.

When he stepped down from the sword pavilion and took the sword, he showed respect for the third prince of the East China Sea.

It is also a sign of respect for a swordsman.

The original peace on Han Muye slowly dissipated.

He has the fierceness and aloofness that a sword cultivator should have.

A long sword appeared in Han Muye's hand.

You have traveled thousands of miles and drawn your sword to welcome guests.

The light of the sword is as clear as water and can wash away dust all the way.

Han Muye pointed his sword forward and stared.

Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, a tall young man with eyebrows like swords and wearing a green robe dragged a long sword in his hand, moving step by step.

One step is like a surging wave thousands of miles away.

Every time the young man takes a step, Jiuxuan Mountain shakes.

There are spiritual lights intertwining everywhere on the entire mountain, stabilizing the rocks.

"I, Qing Ao, have been practicing cultivation for a long time, and I am the genius of the East China Sea Dragon Clan."

"If you practice swordsmanship, you can defeat your peers in Donghai. No one can defeat you."

"I'm coming to the Western Border today. Please ask Han Muye of the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect to pick up my sword."

The genius of the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea, the peerless swordsman of the East China Sea.

These powerful men came here specifically to challenge the banished immortals of Jiange Han!

After Qing Ao finished speaking, people had already arrived at Qingshi Square outside Jiange.

He raised his head and looked at Han Muye who was standing in front of the sword pavilion.

At this moment, it seemed that only this person and his sword existed between heaven and earth.

Han Muye didn't speak, he just raised his hand, and the sword light in his hand became brighter.

The greatest respect for a sword cultivator is to greet him with a sword in his hand.

Any nonsense is an insult.

Qing Ao smiled, took a step forward, and slashed at Han Muye with the sword in his hand!

There is no aura shining, no strong wind, no sword intent.

Some can only draw their swords like ordinary warriors.

Han Muye thrust out his sword and met him with his sword.

Going back to the roots, a sword is a sword, a murder weapon!

"when--"

The long swords struck each other, and there was a roar.

At this moment, the people around seemed to see huge waves, thousands of mountains shattering, vast smoke waves, and clouds and mountains rising one after another.

The wind and waves are endless, but the mountain peaks remain motionless.

The stormy waves hit the shore, the waves broke, and the rocks did not turn.

Before the sword pavilion, the wind was calm and the clouds were light.

In the sky above the sword pavilion, spiritual light exploded, as if the heaven and earth were about to overturn, and the mountains, rivers and stars fell.

Donghai Tiandao and Donghai Sword Cultivator have been fused in their artistic conceptions for countless thousands of years.

The Tiandao of the East China Sea is contaminated by the sharpness of the sword.

At this time, the wind and thunder carried by Qing Ao's sword were not only his own insights, but also the induction of Donghai Tiandao.

This is a collision of heaven and earth!

If Jiuxuan Mountain in Western Xinjiang wants to become the holy land of swordsmanship, it must overwhelm the East China Sea and the Heavenly Dao of the East China Sea!

Facing Qing Ao's sword, Han Muye chose to thrust forward with his sword.

In front of the sword pavilion, phantoms appeared one after another.

In the shadow, Qing Ao held his sword and brought down the endless waves. Han Muye remained motionless, his sword edge was like a rock, and he cut through the waves with one stroke.

In the shadow, Qing Ao's sword edges overlapped and rolled down. Han Muye remained motionless, the sword edge was like a rock, and he cut through the waves with one sword.

In the shadow, the Qingao sword edge mobilized the power of millions of miles of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, Han Muye remained motionless, the sword edge was like a rock, breaking through the waves with one sword.

…

Every shadow was broken by the edge of the sword.

Han Muye did not attract the power of heaven and earth, did not fight with sword moves, and did not use the soul sword energy.

All the sharpness in the world lies in this thorn!

The sword is in hand, draw the sword and thrust forward.

"Canglang——"

The long sword vibrated, and the two-foot-long sword edge fell to the bluestone square.

Holding the broken sword in hand, the expression on Qing Ao's face changed from stunned to confused, to uncontrollable excitement.

"Haha, that's it, that's it!"

He looked at Han Muye, with a bright look in his eyes.

The broken sword pointed at Han Muye, and Qing Ao's body was full of fighting spirit: "The momentum cannot last long, and what is borrowed is always borrowed."
To be continued...