The city is full of beacon smoke, and a sword is in the air.

The gale-force thieves roaming the Bitter Immortal Realm and the extremely powerful Nine-Death Insects in the Fire all bowed before this sword.

The Xiangtian Tiger Guards who formed an attack formation, as well as Peng Mingdao Lord who gathered the power of a city's formations, were all ignored.

Only the master of the Xiangtian Tiger Guard who injured the Xuanling Sword Sect's guard deacon disciple Zhang Zhenbiao with his punch was qualified to receive this sword.

Of course, what Han Muye said was that he was qualified to die in battle with honor.

Arrogant?

Crazy, crazy to the extreme.

But at this time, among the immortal cultivators in the city, no one dared to say anything. They all raised their heads and looked at the figure floating in the sky and the long sword flashing with green light.

"Roar--"

The flying tiger guard with a body of ten feet roared loudly, and his fists condensed green fairy light, which was then intertwined with the blood-colored evil energy.

The phantom of a hundred-foot-long white-fronted giant tiger appeared, with traces of golden demonic patterns appearing on the white tiger's body, each one revealing endless power.

The moment the white tiger appeared, the ferocious aura instantly filled the air, stirring up the fairy aura hundreds of miles around and turning it into a whirlpool.

Gathering the power of hundreds of miles of fairy light in one blow, this is a power that transcends the heavenly realm.

The white tiger roared lowly, but raised its head, already level with the floating Han Muye.

The giant tiger opened its mouth, its fierce aura exploded, and its front paws shot down.

This blow triggered the power of wind and thunder, which was reflected by the strong wind and fell towards Han Muye head-on.

This powerful Soaring Tiger Guard has used all his strength.

Whether it was Zhao Chen's bodyguard, Mr. Chu, or the two guards from Zuo Baichou, they all looked solemn and retreated quickly.

Such a blow was beyond what they could withstand.

The howling wind is terrifying.

Surrounded by thousands of feet, no one can keep his mind.

It is completely unimaginable, what kind of person can take such a blow?

Peng Ming, who was far away, had a slight smile on his face.

Below, Zhang Zhenbiao, who was leaning on a broken piece of wood, had a complicated look in his eyes. He clenched the wooden stick in his hand, and the thin blood and fairy light on his body slowly gathered.

"I have experience in killing tigers." Han Muye whispered as he watched the white tiger's shadow strike.

He released the sword in his hand.

The long sword that was released instantly shone with sword light that reached the sky, turning into a thousand-foot-long sword.

"kill!"

cut!

The long sword flew down in the air, like a sword swinging down from a giant pillar that tilted the sky.

This sword seemed to be imprinted on everyone's mind, and with everyone's horrified eyes, it came down from the sky and struck the forehead of the hundred-foot white tiger.

"Bang——"

The white tiger's body shook slightly before being split open in the head by the light of the sword.

The huge body was split in half under that sword, and shattered into demonic light and evil aura.

A section of the tiger's tail raised high rippled slightly, and finally collapsed.

Below, the powerful Xiangtian Tiger Guard standing on the Bluestone Square clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and stared at Han Muye.

"Bang."

The ten-foot-long body suddenly fell to the ground!

A sword!

With one strike of the sword, the powerful Tiger Guard fell on the spot as if he was swallowing the sky and trampling the earth.

As Han Muye said, take a sword and give him a chance to die in battle.

"Buzz——"

After killing the powerful Tiger Guard, the long sword in Han Muye's hand vibrated slightly, he raised the sword and pointed it downwards.

The flying tiger guards who came running all had blood-red eyes, clenched their swords and guns, and stared at Han Muye.

But that sword deterred them.

Their leader, a strong man like a demon god, could not stop a sword.

They are even less qualified.

"Put down your weapons and show your dignity."

There was indifference in Han Muye's eyes.

Decent, not related to life or death.

Stepping into the Xuanling Sword Sect from the Bitter Immortal Realm and wreaking havoc in Sanhuo City, their fate has been sealed.

Must die.

The Flying Tiger Guards looked at each other, without their leader, they were at a loss.

"Fight to the death, blood sacrifice!" At this moment, Lord Peng Mingdao in the distance exhaled, and the great demon incarnation among the three incarnations roared, and the demon light rose into the sky.

The three incarnations exploded, causing the fairy light and demon light to scatter in all directions and fall to the ground.

The originally silent underground fire in Spreading Fire City began to vibrate and surge again.

"Fight to the death!"

The Soaring Sky Tiger Guard roared loudly and rushed towards Han Muye.

The demon light formed a large formation and connected with Peng Mingdaojun's power. The haloes intertwined, eliciting a strange power from the bottom of the earth fire.

When this power appeared, Zhang Zhenbiao's face turned earth-colored and he whispered: "It's over..."

"Blood sacrifice?" Han Muye narrowed his eyes. The long sword that flew out before had turned into a three-foot green blade and was held in his palm.

"Then I will let you give up."

With a movement, Han Muye appeared in the sky.

Then, he held the sword upside down and fell straight down.

The power of attracting wind and thunder turned into the shadow of the tyrannical Kui Niu, and Kui Niu's hoofs stepped down hard.

The combination of swordsmanship and bloodline power!

The sword is wind and thunder, and the power of Kui Niu is also wind and thunder.

The method of superimposing magical powers and swordsmanship is based on the inherited method of Tongtian Immortal Lord.

The power is superimposed, and the wind and thunder manifest, just like a giant hammer hitting it.

"boom--"

The flames exploded and the earth collapsed.

Below Kui Niu's hoof, a hundred-foot-deep space collapsed, causing an explosion to spread.

Silks of void shattered, and the power of earth fire gathered in Scattered Fire City completely dissipated.

There was a mournful cry, and a golden flame rushed out from the ground fire.

The flame flew thousands of feet and turned into a divine bird with nine tails, two wings, and nine colors of light.

But this divine bird was obviously injured by the blow from the Kui Niu just now. It spread its wings and screamed sadly, and its body kept twisting.

"The power of the divine soul of the divine bird Phoenix."

"The immortal bird of Nirvana."

Kui Niu's body slowly shrank, and Han Muye's eyes sparkled with light in his hand.

This is the phoenix, which belongs to the same prehistoric mythical beast as Qilin, Baxia and Kui Niu.

It's just that this phoenix only has one soul left, which is suppressed here and absorbs the power of earth fire.

Now that the earthly fire has been completely dispersed, the phoenix soul is too injured and can no longer be maintained. Its body slowly dissipates, leaving only a pale golden bead suspended in mid-air.

The flying tiger guards who screamed for "fight to the death" and "blood sacrifice" stared closely at the dissipating phoenix, their faces full of confusion.

Wasn't it that they fought to the death and made blood sacrifices to draw out this power?

However, when the power of such a powerful divine bird is drawn out, it cannot stop a sword!

Peng Mingdaojun looked at the phoenix that turned into a fiery red bead, his face twitched, and his eyes were full of despair.

"How could this happen? How could this happen..."

"This is the spirit of the Immortal Demon King, the Immortal Demon King..."

He raised his hand, wanting to draw the power of the formation in the city, but at this time the fire dissipated, and the power of the formation had fallen silent.

Find some loneliness.

All his calculations and expectations came to nothing.

Han Muye opened his hands, and the fiery red beads fell on his palms.

"Master Peng Mingdao, you should know the consequences of betraying the Xuanling Sword Sect."
To be continued...