Why practice swordsmanship?

Han Muye knew it from the moment he held the hilt of the sword.

The sword is in the hand, the sword is in the heart.

I have a sword in my hand and don't panic in my heart.

I have a sword in my heart. No matter what powerful enemy is in front of me, I will kill it with one sword.

Even at this moment, the arrow array below is as long as rain, as fast as the wind, and the force of gathering is like a cone that breaks the sky.

Even the name of the Swift Wind Arrow Array resounds throughout the Immortal Realm and runs rampant in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

Even if one person has one sword, he can fire thousands of arrows at once.

Just cut this sword out!

Thousands of sword lights collided with the swiftly shooting arrow, and the sword light broke through the shadow of the arrow, and then fell straight down.

It's not like a sword.

This is true for all swords!

As a sword cultivator, if you can't control every ray of sword light that you cut out, then why should you practice swordsmanship?

It's just a simultaneous attack with ten thousand swords. This is already a thousand times easier than Han Muye's method of ten thousand swords and ten thousand techniques.

Wan Dao's sword light split the Wan Dao Long Sword in half, and then the sword light continued and chopped straight down.

This sword actually hit the top of the arrow formation, intending to smash it into pieces.

If the array of arrows were broken, ten thousand violent thieves would surely die.

"Royal——"

With a loud shout, the black-armored masked commander sitting on a war horse in front of the arrow formation flew up, waving a large spear eight feet in his hand in the air.

The sharp blades turned into thousands of long blue dragons, blocking the sword light.

The arrow formation below changed, everyone raised their long bows, and the bow strings were stretched, causing a thin layer of halo to float in the air.

The Swift Wind Arrow Formation can not only attack from a distance, but also defend from a close distance, which is really good.

Han Muye's eyes fell on this forbidden battle formation, his expression remained unchanged, but the strength of the sword in his hand was slightly reduced.

"Bang——"

Thousands of swords were slashed down, and the thousands of long dragons led by the Swift Wind Pirates were shattered. The sword light collided with the spear in his hand, causing the sound of gold and iron clashing.

A sword.

Thousand Swords.

The spear broke.

The torrent of sword light knocked this strong man in the saint realm to the ground, and then crashed down towards the light curtain rising from the arrow array.

"Bang——"

The light curtain shattered, the sword light exploded, and the long bows in the hands of the wind thieves also broke and shattered.

Defensive array, break it with one sword!

In the void, Han Muye held a sword in his hand and looked calm.

"It's a pity that I didn't get to see the ten rounds of volleys from the blast of arrows."

There was a cold feeling on the edge of his sword.

Below, the leader of the Gale Bandits who had been knocked to the ground slowly stood up and took off his mask, revealing a face full of scars.

"I am Chang Linhui, the commander of the Thirty-seventh Gale Formation. Let them go and I will bear all the blame."

As soon as he finished speaking, the energy and blood of the battle formation surged behind him, and the phantom of a gale-force leopard with a body of ten thousand feet appeared.

It has a blue-grey body, covered with golden spots, a long tail and a long waist, and its eyes glow with a coquettish purple light.

The phantom of the Gale Leopard lowered his head and roared at Han Muye.

"Don't be provocative!" Chang Linhui shouted in a low voice, spread his hands, and pulled off the iron armor on his body.

"I surrender."

Han Muye glanced at him, moved and disappeared in mid-air.

Chang Linhui, who looked up, breathed a sigh of relief. His face turned pale at first, then turned red, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. His body went limp and he knelt down on the ground.

"Okay, what a great swordsman..."

Behind him, a group of gale thieves came to help him. He waved his hands, shook his head and said, "You go, I said we'll catch them without mercy."

Just as the person behind him was about to persuade him, Chang Linhui shouted: "Why don't you get out of here and you will die here?"

"The Xuanling Sword Sect's army is about to arrive. If you don't leave, you will die!"

The people behind him looked at each other, clasped their fists, bowed and retreated, and then caused the arrow formation to split into hundreds of torrents, and flew away.

At this moment, Han Muye had already returned to the attic.

From the time he left until he returned, it was exactly ten breaths.

"This is the ten breaths you were talking about, Brother Han..." Zhao Chen said in a low voice with a trace of enthusiasm flashing across his face.

Mr. Chu behind him looked at Han Muye again. His expression was not only dignified, but also showed a hint of respect.

Standing on the bluestone square, Zhang Zhenbiao raised his head and looked at the bright sky again.

Is the gap between people really that big?

He has practiced in the Xuanling Sword Sect for more than 8,300 years, and now he is in the semi-saint realm of swordsmanship, guarding one side and living freely.

In the past thousand years, his cultivation has not made much progress.

This is nothing, the sect has half-saints who are ten thousand or one hundred thousand years old.

Reaching this level is just a matter of water grinding.

He thought that everyone was like this.

Today, Han Muye's ten breaths made him understand that people are really different.

There was a trace of fighting spirit emerging from him.

"It's time to leave Fire Spreading City..." With a whisper, he turned around and left slowly.

Ten breaths.

The oppression that was like heaven falling outside the city dissipated.

Whether it was those cultivators who fled out of the city or those who stayed in the city to watch, their eyes widened in disbelief.

A battle formation with ten thousand people in the Wind Thieves collapsed like this, within ten breaths!

The dazzling sword light wreaked havoc, breaking through the arrow array and defeating the Wind Thief head-on.

Is this the true strength of Xuanling Sword Sect?

He is really a master of swordsmanship and the overlord of the fairy world.

This sword, these ten breaths, are the means to truly show off a large sect.

After today, the strength of Xuanling Sword Sect will be engraved in everyone's hearts.

As for the strong man who drew the sword, it is enough to know that he is a member of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

With a power as big as the Xuanling Sword Sect, maybe just any master can sweep away the world-famous Gale Bandits?

"It's ten breaths, it's fucking amazing!" A big man with a sword on his back had admiration in his eyes, and he clapped his hands and shouted.

"I'm convinced, this is what a sword cultivator looks like!" An old man with a smoky look and disheveled hair said to himself in a low voice as he looked at the calm sky.

The whole city was filled with sighs of emotion.

Waves of invisible power floated in the void, and then were restrained by another force.

This is the best qualification for cultivating the power of the soul.

Han Muye will not be polite.

"boom--"

In the void, there was a roaring sound.

A quarter of an hour later, hundreds of sword lights descended from mid-air and then scattered throughout the city.

The city gates, city walls, and several large refining furnaces were all suppressed by sword light.

"Buzz——"

In the void, streaks of sword light rose up, turning into the phantom of a ten thousand-foot-long sword.

After the sword formation was completed, all the immortal cultivators in Sanhuo City breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like they were reborn after a disaster.

Half a day later, a ray of sword light crossed the sky, carrying a thousand-foot shadow, and directly hit the square in the city of Sanhuo City.

The sword light fell, and a powerful force enveloped a thousand miles in radius.
To be continued...