The black-robed cultivators who were afraid of being killed gathered a little closer, and each of them looked at the long sword whirling in the talisman formation with fear.

"It's the three-gold talisman array of the Zhenquan Sect. That's the Feng Yuan Celestial Immortal, the master of the Zhenquan Sect."

Murong Chi let out a low cry and stared closely at the Taoist who activated the jade talisman to seal the town's sword.

Beside him, several Murong family masters looked pale.

Fengyuan Celestial Immortal is a famous formation powerhouse and master of Celestial Immortal within a million miles around.

People like this should be treated seriously even when the Murong family is not in decline, let alone when they are in decline now?

"We can't let him seal Senior Yunlan's sword." Murong Fu shouted in a low voice, and a long green sword with a shadow in his hand was thrown forward.

He attracted the senior Yunlan Sword Immortal to rescue the family, and his achievements were not small. He got the consent of many elders to take charge of the Chi Yuan Sword, a low-grade spiritual treasure in the family.

This sword can exert the power to cut through the heaven and the earth, even the emperor can resist it, and even the immortals can resist it.

It's just that Murong Fu's cultivation is too weak and he can only exert less than 20% of the power of this sword. Not to mention the heavenly immortals, even the earthly immortals can't stop him.

He flew forward with a sword, and the force he aroused could not even break through the broken formation broken by the long sword.

Murong Chi and others could only watch helplessly as he was blocked back.

"Senior Yunlan..."

Murong Chi whispered and turned his head, only to see Han Muye had returned at some point. He was lowering his hands and looking at the long sword in front of him that was suppressed by the talisman formation and was flying into space.

"Senior, my Murong family still has a spiritual sword. If senior needs it -" Before Murong Chi could finish his words, Han Muye had already waved his hand.

"It's just a talisman formation, not worth mentioning."

Han Muye put his hands behind his back, took a step forward, and crashed directly into the remaining formation.

"boom--"

The battle formation composed of hundreds of immortal fairyland masters was crushed to pieces by Han Muye.

His physical strength is actually not inferior to the strength of the sword.

If he could use the power of the Overlord Divine Beast, he could trample everyone to pieces with just one kick.

"roll--"

With a low voice, Han Muye knocked away all the immortal cultivators who were blocking his way, and then landed in front of the talisman formation.

The Fengyuan Heavenly Immortal with the jade talisman shining in his hand looked at Han Muye and sneered: "Sword Immortal? You shouldn't come under the rule of my Dao Sect."

"It doesn't matter how strong your sword is?"

"I have sealed your sword today to see if you -"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Han Muye raising his hand.

A stream of sword light rose from the sword box behind him.

A sword.

Ten swords.

A hundred swords!

Hundreds of long swords floated in the air, and the sword blades all pointed at the Fengyuan Celestial Immortal.

The sword formation method of the Xuanling Sword Sect is known as the formation of ten thousand swords, capable of fighting in the world.

He is truly a disciple of the Sword Sect!

The jade talisman in Fengyuan Tianxian's hand trembled.

He couldn't block the sword in front of him.

Han Muye snorted coldly, Feng Yuan Tianxian trembled all over, the jade talisman in his hand shook, and the thirty-six golden talismans returned.

The Soul Sword that was suppressed in the formation roared, flew down behind Han Muye, and merged into his body.

The golden talismans around the body of Fengyuan Tianxian intertwined and then exploded.

When the talisman was gone, the golden light dissipated, and his figure was no longer visible.

It's a pity for one's life.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the retreating black-robed immortal cultivators in front.

These people were even more frightened, and one by one they set up their fairy lights and fled away.

On the fairy boat behind, the faces of the Murong family showed smiles.

Since the family's decline, they have not seen outsiders retreat in front of their family for a long time.

Han Muye put away his sword and flew down to the deck.

"Let's go."

He glanced at the sky around him, then closed his eyes and stood there.

Twelve flying boats flew through the sky, leaving long shadows behind.

In the distant sky, several figures stood side by side, but they did not move.

"What a powerful sword." A Taoist who was also dressed as a sword cultivator and had a long sword with a green light behind his back whispered.

"It's not just a sword, this person is clearly a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect." Another old man with a white beard shook his head and said with lingering fear: "If we take action, we may have died by now."

Everyone else nodded.

"But what about the orders from the Lord Guard?" a thirty-year-old immortal cultivator in blue robe whispered.

If we don't take action, it won't make sense to guard the other side.

Take action, this sword fairy's sword is so strong, how to take action? Are you looking for death?

"Just show off, anyway, just let him kill you." Someone in front snorted coldly, moved and disappeared.

Everyone else looked at each other and nodded slightly.

A moment later, several flying boats rushed towards the twelve flying boats of the Murong family.

Han Muye, standing on the deck, narrowed his eyes.

"You go."

He waved his hand.

Murong Chi and others nodded, flew up and blocked the flying boat.

There were no masters on those flying boats, so Murong Chi and the others were able to block them with the treasures in their hands.

The two sides did not fight desperately, they just fought intermittently, leading the flying boat to move forward.

As the cultivator said, just show off.

"Have you seen, this is the face of the family and the small sects under my rule, Daozong." In the distant sky, Taoist Zhu Yun, wearing a green armor and a golden crown on his head, looked gloomy and whispered coldly.

Behind him, a row of Taoists with the same green armor, gloomy immortal light on their bodies, and imprisoned with explosive power stood there, motionless.

"The Bitter Immortal Realm is in turmoil and they are fighting for control of the Immortal Immortal Platform. The general situation of the Taoist sect cannot be destroyed by these moths."

Taoist Zhu Yun's face showed a manic red color, and endless starlight flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand, and a golden rune flashed in his palm.

"Order, under the rule of the three cities, use all your strength to kill the Murong family. Anyone who fails to do so will be punished as an accomplice."

"Reportedly, the Murong family colluded with Xuanling Sword Sect and betrayed Dao Zong. All parties under Dao Zong's rule worked together to encircle and kill him."

The talisman culture is made up of tens of thousands of rays, and they disintegrate like meteors in all directions.

Taoist Zhu Yun, whose palms were empty, looked ahead and sneered: "You think you can let me personally take action and face a strong swordsman without putting in any effort?"

"madness."

The Qingjia Taoists behind him also had smiles on their faces.

"Indeed, our Dao Sect controls most of the territory of Fuyu Immortal Realm, and there are countless immortal cultivators under our rule. Aren't these ants just for consumption?"

Taoist Zhu Yun laughed and looked into the distance.

Over there, the golden runes fell for a moment, and several figures rushed towards the flying boat.

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"What a good swordsmanship..."

"The Xuanling Sword Sect is the biggest obstacle to our Dao Sect's unification of the Rain Immortal Realm." Taoist Zhu Yun whispered through gritted teeth.

No one answered my words behind my back.

…

The flying boat traveled for thirteen days, thousands of miles away, and had already left the area of ​​three cities.

The number of immortal cultivators who can be hunted down is not less, but more and more.

Han Muye used his sword every day to kill nine immortals along the way. There were already countless immortals under them.
To be continued...