In just a moment, the army of hundreds of thousands of fairy spirits was devoured.

In this battle, Xianbao Bowl finally showed the power that Xianbao should have.

The army was completely helpless before this treasure.

Only when the strong gather together can they resist the devouring force and compete with the Buddha's light with their own fighting power.

Tianxuan's army marched straight in and swept across millions of miles.

Just the Immortal Treasure Bowl can swallow up an army of millions.

An army of two million painless puppets came forward, and a big hole was torn open in the fairy line.

This was the first time Tianxuan took the initiative to attack.

This battle was inspiring and made all the Tianxuan frontline troops have the desire to counterattack.

For a time, fighting spirit surged on the front lines.

Tianxuan's army has been suppressed for so long that they have forgotten to counterattack.

If it continues like this, how can there be any hope for this struggle?

The front line was shaken, and the army of the fairy world had to be mobilized to block the gap.

"Okay, we can go." Han Muye said calmly as he watched the army of fairy spirits withdraw from the void ahead and the military formations left one by one.

Who would have thought that the Tianxuan army formed such an array just to create opportunities for them to cross the front line?

In fact, at this time, even Qin Suyang and others did not know what Han Muye meant.

Is it to allow the front line to launch a counterattack, or is it really to save people?

At this point, it seems that the victory achieved by the frontline is more useful than saving people, right?

"Buzz——"

The spiritual light flashed, and the speed of the flying boat was stimulated to the extreme.

Qin Suyang raised his hand, and a burst of awe-inspiring energy turned into a cloud barrier, covering the surrounding void.

By the time the cloud barrier cleared, the flying boat had long disappeared.

The army of fairies stationed in the void never detected the existence of the flying boat.

This is a flying boat crossing. If a large army is really moving forward, this covering method will not be enough.

This is also the reason why neither side engaged in this kind of interleaving tactic.

Dao struggle is an upright crushing, and it is useless to just rely on one or two beheadings and destruction.

What's more, who among the real upper echelons of the two parties is not the most powerful person?

The flying boat moved forward, following the direction in Han Muye's memory.

After traveling thousands of miles, we can only move forward slowly.

Even several semi-saints couldn't detect the whereabouts of Mo Shenghua who was surrounded and killed.

In the void, the role of spiritual thoughts is not as great as imagined.

Once the spiritual thoughts are dispersed, sometimes not only cannot they detect the person they are looking for, but their location is exposed.

"Three hundred thousand miles ahead, there are immortal spiritual practitioners who are out of body and are exploring with their spiritual thoughts." Qin Suyang narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

At this time, all the strong men were standing on the bow deck, staring ahead.

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and asked Lin Shen and the others to fly the airship to a place covered with meteorites.

With the meteorite blocking them, they will not be exposed for the time being.

The flying boat landed on the meteorite, and everyone gathered their breath.

"Zhao Youzhi, go and kill a sword cultivator and bring back his sword." Standing in front of the deck, Han Muye said calmly.

Since we are on the front line, this is a military order.

Zhao Youzhi nodded and bowed, and his figure disappeared directly from where he was.

Those major cultivators all had straight faces.

These methods are not cultivation methods, but their own strength has been revealed in their bones, just like those monsters who have inherited concealment methods in their blood.

Without waiting for a moment, Zhao Youzhi flew back with an unsheathed long sword in his hand.

"Good job." Zhao Mingshu's eyes fell on Zhao Youzhi and nodded lightly.

Zhao Youzhi didn't seem to notice, but just stepped forward and handed the sword to Han Muye.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, and sword energy poured into it.

A picture appeared in his mind.

"Move forward at full speed, no need to cover up." Han Muye's eyes flashed and he shouted in a low voice.

"boom--"

The spiritual energy on the flying boat exploded, directly breaking through the void.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of miles away, spiritual thoughts fell from the void one after another.

The sword light slowly rose from Han Muye's body.

On the deck, everyone is adjusting their own strength.

This is the hinterland of the fairy world, and even a powerful semi-saint like Qin Suyang dare not say that he will be able to return alive.

"boom--"

"boom--"

Only the sound of continuous roar came.

"Haha, come again -"

"I, Mo Shenghua, have never been afraid of sword cultivators in the world!"

Long laughter and the sound of sword whistling intertwined.

Ahead, spiritual light and sword light shined, shattering pieces of meteorites.

A figure wearing a blue robe and covered in blood crisscrossed among the meteorites.

Sword light accompanies him.

The light of this sword is bright and green, like fairy light.

Behind, hundreds of sword lights and auras turned into chains, and each bombardment weakened the cyan sword light.

"Come on! I, Mo Shenghua, only have swords in my life. Let's see who of you can break my sword!"

"Grandma, this is all you have? This sword isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes!"

There was blood scattered in the long laughter.

The green sword light could not block all swords, but the sword light penetrated the green robe, and Mo Shenghua, who was running with the sword, seemed to be hurting someone other than himself.

"Stab-"

Even in such an adverse situation, he still forced out his sword and killed him with one strike.

A middle-aged swordsman wearing golden armor ran too fast and was pierced by the sword light, causing him to fall into the void.

Others slowly gathered around.

Mo Shenghua's body was covered in blood, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

He stood on a meteorite, holding a long sword.

"I've already killed enough."

"Mo Shenghua, the leader of Jiuxuan Sword Gate and Sword Pavilion in Tianxuan West Border, is here. Who is going to kill me?"

"Aren't you afraid of the whereabouts of the Xuan Jade Sword, an immortal treasure?"

"Whoever comes to kill me will search for my soul."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Let's see if my soul is as strong as the sword in my hand."

Mo Shenghua's eyes were filled with determination and he laughed out loud.

"Kill." An old voice came from the void.

Three rays of sword light hit Mo Shenghua.

"Sun Youdao, you're a fucking coward. I'm just sleeping with you and your daughter. What can you do to me?" Mo Shenghua laughed loudly and raised the sword in his hand with difficulty.

"when--"

With one sword strike, all three sword lights shattered.

Qin Suyang, wearing a blue Confucian robe, stepped forward and stood in front of Mo Shenghua.

"Tianxuan, Qin Suyang."
To be continued...