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Huang Ting frowned and raised his hand to activate the power of the golden seal. The mad Mo Wuluo opposite him activated his long knife and slashed it down.

Demon cultivators, the more crazy they are, the calmer they are.

Mo Wuluo wanted to stop himself from rescuing Han Muye.

But does this person really need to be rescued by himself?

Huang Tingshu chuckled, the golden seal reversed, and the shadow of Pixiu flew up from it, blocking Mo Wuluo's sword light.

"boom--"

The sword light and Pixiu collided, and the golden light and the dark magic light were entangled.

Over there, Zhu Wuwu reached out with a long sword in his hand and pointed at Han Muye's head.

"I will give you three breaths——"

Before he finished speaking, Han Muye, who was frozen in the void, had disappeared from where he was.

The space is just frozen. Not to mention that Han Muye can break it by himself, even if the sky crane wings are activated, he can escape instantly.

When he reappeared, he was already standing ten feet in front of Zhu Wuwu.

"good--"

Zhu ignored him and stopped mentioning the sword slave. He shouted lowly and thrust out his sword.

The sword light cut through the void, and the sword edge appeared on Han Muye's chest.

Not only is it fast, it also breaks the oppression of the void.

Before the ear-piercing scream could be heard, it was frozen by the chill emanating from the sword light.

A great swordsman who is extremely good at controlling the power of space!

Besides the power of the five elements, the power of space and thunder are the most lethal.

The Zhu Wuwu that Han Muye met today was a swordsman who controlled the power of space.

It’s just that Han Muye is also familiar with space power.

The illusory wings behind him moved lightly, and the sword light in front of him could not reach his chest.

This scene made Zhu Rong change his expression.

This was the first time he met a swordsman who could compete with him in the space.

"Buzz——"

When he turned the sword in his hand, the sword light exploded, and the twelve sword blades shattered and shrouded Han Muye's head.

This time, Han Muye raised his sword.

"I once learned a move of Hidden Sky Swordsmanship, which can break the power of space and conquer the void."

"Based on this, I will deduce a sword, please watch it——"

Han Muye shouted in a low voice and waved his sword sideways.

"The way of space, the first sword, formless."

The sword is invisible, and all things are without form.

Completely transcending the constraints of space, the sword light appeared in front of Zhu Wuwu.

When the sword was slashed, the ten feet of void between him and Zhu Wuwu was stretched infinitely.

The space grew to thousands of miles long, and it was so long that the sword in Zhu Wuli's hand trembled and shattered.

Zhu Wuwang's face turned pale instantly, and he broke the sword in his hand and struck back hard.

But the moment the broken sword struck, his eyes widened.

This blow hit the air!

No form!

Since it has no form, it is naturally elusive.

The sword light you see is not the real sword light!

"Stab-"

A sword blade pierced out from Zhu Wuwu's right chest, dripping with bright red blood.

The invisible and formless sword actually pierced out from Zhu Wuwu's body!

With this sword, not only Zhu Wuwang, whose sword was hidden deep in his chest, turned pale, but also Mo Wuluo in the distance felt his heart tremble.

A strange color appeared on Huang Ting's vertical face, and he turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye's swordsmanship is not inferior to Confucianism?

"Bang——"

Zhu Wuwu slapped his chest with a palm, shaking the edge of his sword, then turned to look at Mo Wuluo and Han Muye, gritted his teeth, and ran away.

If he doesn't run away, he will lose his life here if he is seriously injured.

Han Muye stretched out his hand, and the blade of a severed sword fell into his palm.

The sword energy was poured into it, spiritual energy poured in, and he saw the memory image in the sword.

Qiyao Sword Sect, kill to stop killing.

This sect emphasizes the law of the weak and the strong. Starting from the outer sect, all disciples are killed and selected layer by layer.

Those who can step into the heavenly realm are all iron-blooded swordsmen who have killed all their peers and whose swords have been stained with countless blood.

Zhu Wuwu cultivated to the out-of-body stage, and was covered in blood, which can be described as a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Han Muye did not object to sword cultivation as a way to enter the Tao through killing, but he should not become the main practitioner of a sect with such a path that was completely trained on killing.

It's just that the Qiyao Sword Sect is a dual-sage sect, with several half-sage great sword cultivators sitting in charge, and the sect's strength is overwhelming.

Such great forces can run rampant in the ordinary world of cultivation.

The sword energy fed back, and the images in Han Muye's mind disappeared.

Understand the swordsmanship of Qiyao and March.

Understand the swordsmanship of Seven Stars.

…

Holding the edge of the sword, Han Muye raised his head and looked into the distance.

It's very interesting that Zhu ignores the direction of escape.

The sword light rose from Han Muye's body, and the sword in his hand was sharp, and he slashed it down with one strike.

No form.

Mo Wuluo in the distance let out a low shout, and a black magic mist spread around him.

"Bang——"

"Bang——"

Outside the magic mist, countless sword lights intertwined and slashed, but in the end they failed to break through the defense.

When the sword light dissipated and the magic mist disappeared, Mo Wuluo's figure was gone.

The remaining hundreds of thousands of demonic troops also slowly retreated.

Han Muye nodded to Huang Tingshu, moved his body, and flew away.

He rides on the wings of the sky crane and escapes in the void without any speed or slowness.

The sword strike just now injured Zhu Wuwu and left a mark on his body. No matter how Zhu Wuwu ran, he could not get rid of it.

Ahead, Zhu Wuwu had also noticed Han Muye's pursuit. He changed direction several times and quietly increased his speed.

But Han Muye remained calm and fell behind.

After traveling five hundred thousand miles, Zhu Wuwu paused, seemed to have made some decision, turned around, and disappeared.

Han Muye chuckled lightly and chased after him.

For three consecutive days, Zhu Wuli's speed became faster and faster, until he landed in an area full of broken meteorites, and then disappeared completely.

Literally even the breath has disappeared.

Even the mark left by Han Muye before could not be found.

Are these methods the work of a saint?

Standing where he was, Han Muye took out the blade of Zhu Wuwu's broken sword, held it in his hand, and continued to explore the memory in it.

After a hundred breaths, he opened his eyes, with a deep spiritual light shining in them.

"I know where this is..."
To be continued...