"Millions of miles of momentum turned out to be all in vain."

"Everything in the world is in front of me, but there is only a sword in my hand."

As soon as the words fell, Qing Ao's body transformed into thousands of Dao and Ten Thousand Dao, crashing into Han Muye.

After Wan Jian returns to the sect, the sword transforms Wan Dao!

The sword that was poised for millions of miles seemed extremely powerful, but it could not withstand Han Muye's thrust.

Because in this thorn, there is an indomitable and boundless edge.

In this stabbing, there is the pride of the swordsman, the bravery of the swordsman, and the invincibility of the swordsman.

Qing Ao's sword was broken by Han Muye's will.

What breaks is the confusion in my heart.

Seeing thousands of phantoms approaching with swords drawn, Han Muye smiled on his face.

He is truly a person with unparalleled talent in the art of swordsmanship. He was able to strike out with another sword even if his sword was broken after a million miles of preparation.

In other words, the first sword, Qing Ao brought the general trend of heaven and earth, and this second sword was his true understanding.

The first sword is the momentum, the second sword is the sword!

At the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, Tuoba Cheng clenched his fists.

"Are all the current generation so scary?" He whispered, with fighting intent in his eyes.

Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, figures stood in the sky.

These are the practitioners who came from Western Xinjiang after hearing the news.

"The genius of the East China Sea is actually able to understand the art of swordsmanship to such an extent." A white-haired old man had a sad look on his face.

"The East China Sea, the Holy Land of Sword Dao, and our Western Border, how can we compare..." A middle-aged Taoist turned his head and looked into the distance, his face full of confusion.

"Han banished to immortal, you should be able to withstand it, right?" Someone whispered, his face full of expectation.

Can Xijiang Kendo stop the invasion of East China Sea Kendo?

have no idea.

In front of the sword pavilion, the low-level disciples were already in chaos.

Luo Teng and the Zhongzhou sword cultivators behind him were not much better.

That sword with overwhelming power from before had their bodies imprisoned, without even the ability to sense it.

The pressure of the sword light almost broke their hearts.

It wasn't until Qing Ao's long sword broke and the general trend of heaven and earth dissipated that everyone gasped heavily and showed fear on their faces.

At this time, Qing Ao drew his sword and transformed into thousands of shadows.

They couldn't see through every shadow or sword, couldn't see clearly, couldn't understand it.

As for picking up such a sword, it's a joke, I can't even pick up a sword.

Luo Teng knew that he could not receive any of these tens of millions of sword lights.

He finally understood why Han Muye had to personally take over the sword.

The only one who can take the sword of Qing Ao is Han Banxian of Jiange!

Everyone stared closely at Han Muye.

How to take this sword?

Seeing thousands of phantoms approaching, Han Muye gave a long laugh and took a step forward.

The sword in his hand thrust out.

Stab the sword and break through a phantom.

"The rainforest swordsmanship of Donghai Cangshan Sword Sect, but unfortunately it lacks mellowness when the sword transforms into heavy rain."

Another sword strike, and a shadow penetrated the body with the sword edge.

"The swordsmanship of the East China Sea Dragon Clan? It's too bad. There's no room for improvement."

Another sword strike.

"Flowing Wind Sword? Yes, if you can transform into the flowing wind and merge with the sword, it would be quite interesting."

Another sword strike.

…

A sword thrust out, sword sword comments.

Han Muye's voice was not loud and his speaking speed was not fast.

But in an instant, he had reviewed all the swords.

It was obviously a moment, but everyone could hear his sword thrusts and his comments.

"boom--"

Thousands of phantoms were broken, and Han Muye returned the sword to its sheath.

Qing Ao knelt on one knee, holding the broken sword in his hand, lowering his head in front of the nine stone steps of the sword pavilion.

"It's a pity to be knowledgeable but not master."

Han Muye waved his hand and rolled up half of the sword.

"I will go to the East China Sea next year. I hope you won't disappoint me."

Han Muye will go to the East China Sea!

Qing Ao raised his head and nodded.

"Senior Brother Han, I'll wait for you in the East China Sea."

After saying that, he stood up, dragged the broken sword, turned around and left.

Everyone got out of the way and watched Qing Ao dragging his sword, with a look on his face that was a little lonely, but also a little content.

"After traveling a million miles, this sword did not let me down."

After walking to the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain, Qing Ao turned around, chuckled and whispered.

Han Muye stood on the stone steps of the Jiangge, turned his head and looked at Luo Teng and others.

"You guys want to challenge me?"

challenge?

Luo Teng and everyone behind him shook their heads subconsciously.

What challenge?

If you are not even qualified to draw a sword, what is the challenge?

"Senior Brother Yang, I want to go to the secret place to hone my skills again." Luo Teng looked at Yang Mingxuan and spoke in a low voice.

Yang Mingxuan nodded.

Han Muye looked around, glanced at the sky, then turned around and walked back to the sword pavilion.

In the practice of swordsmanship, after ten thousand swords return to the sect, one sword becomes ten thousand swords.

At this point, Han Muye has understood everything.

With this swordsmanship, the world can be conquered.

"Dong——"

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell rang.

Streams of light dispersed towards the various sects in Western Xinjiang.

The appointment to open the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Monsters in the Southern Wilderness is coming soon.

Han Muye turned his head and glanced at the top of Jiuxuan Mountain.

The leader of the Fengling Sword Sect said that there is a horn in the secret realm of ten thousand monsters that can withstand thunder and calamity.

Han Muye was going to take a look.

By the way, take Huang Zhihu down the mountain for a walk.
Chapter completed!