Endless demonic energy, thousands of sword lights.

Han Muye tensed up and clenched his fists.

This was not the first time he saw Sword Master Yuan Tian take action.

But this time, what he saw was Sword Master Yuan Tian taking action with all his strength!

Forty-eight rays of sword light intertwined, tearing the heaven and earth into rags.

The mountains and monsters transformed by the demonic energy soaring into the sky were all torn to pieces.

Nothing can stop Jianxiu's sword!

There are countless strong people in the world, but the only enemy of a sword cultivator is himself.

So what if the demonic energy pervades the world?

Just crush the heaven and the earth.

If you can't break it with one sword, then use two swords, three swords, or five swords!

The sword pill turned into stars all over the sky, illuminating the entire sky.

The mountains and rivers were shattered, and endless streams of light flashed in the sky.

Han Muye saw clearly the figure fighting with Yuan Tianjian Zun.

Two three-eyed bodies covered in scales held eight-foot-long spears in their hands, each spear carrying the shadow of a dark dragon.

Demonic repair.

The ultimate demon.

There is also a middle-aged Taoist who is full of Taoist thoughts and is filled with immortal energy.

The Taoist swung the whisk in his hand once, and a mountain and river was pulled over and crashed into the Zhoutian Sword Formation of Sword Master Yuan Tian.

Among these three people, it is obvious that the Taoist has a higher level of cultivation.

Han Muye couldn't understand the extent of the Taoist's cultivation, but he could see the lightnings falling from the sky and the earth, and then being blocked by the cyan aura around the Taoist.

To be able to withstand the thunder of heaven and earth, this Taoist must have reached the pinnacle of cultivation in the world.

"How dare you, a mere ant from the lower realm, prevent me from coming?"

The Taoist shouted in a low voice, and a ball of Bagua aura in his hand hit Sword Master Yuan Tian on the head.

The Bagua spiritual light seemed to be extremely powerful, and as soon as several sword pills touched it, they flew away countless thousands of miles away.

Qinghan Sword Pill was one of them that was knocked away.

"town--"

"burst--"

"Yuan Tian, ​​you are actually willing to be bait -"

Before the scene disappeared, there were screams and shouts.

The picture in his mind disappeared, and Han Muye's eyes fell on his palm.

Before he could spread his hands, his expression had already changed.

"Buzz——"

In the sword pill in the palm of his hand, the endless sword light that seemed to be pouring from the sky rushed into his veins and rushed back into his sea of ​​​​qi!

"Canglang——"

In the sea of ​​qi, all the sword intentions were aroused, and they rushed towards the sword light together.

"when--"

"when--"

…

When a sword spirit is shattered, it turns into 128,000 sword spirits.

One way, two ways, three ways.

Fifteen sword intentions were smashed into sword energy in just a blink of an eye and scattered into the sea of ​​energy.

The two half-step sword intents both collided with the sword light.

"boom--"

"boom--"

With two bangs, Han Muye fell to the ground, blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

If he hadn't cultivated the body refining technique to a rather advanced level, just this fight in the sea of ​​qi could have torn his body apart.

"when--"

"when--"

"when--"

…

Regardless of whether it was the fire sword intention obtained from the purple flames worn by ancestor Tao Ran, or the earth and stone sword intention obtained from the broken beam sword, they did not last long before they exploded.

The two sword intents exploded, and the sword energy they formed seemed to fill the entire sea of ​​energy.

It takes three thousand sword intentions to condense into sword momentum. Although these two sword intentions have a tendency to be transformed into sword momentum, they are still half a step behind.

This half step is destined to be unable to block the sword light in front of him.

The cold sword light shattered all the sword intent, and then it turned around and landed in the center of Han Muye's Qi Sea.

This sword light occupies the center, and other sword energies slowly gather together, reuniting into sword intent.

After being scattered and condensed again, these sword intentions seem to be purer.

But none of the re-condensed sword intentions dared to approach the center of the air sea.

That cold sword intent hung in the center of the air sea like a master.

Aloof and cold.

It looks very much like its original owner, Sword Master Yuan Tian.

It wasn't until the sword intent was solidified in the sea of ​​energy that Han Muye sighed slightly and spread his palms.

Ordinarily he should be happy.

This time he not only got a sword pill, but also an extremely powerful sword intention.

But looking at the scene in the picture and the last voice coming from it, it was clear that a peerless sword cultivator like Yuan Tian Sword Master had been defeated.

If it weren't for his defeat and fall, he would not have let the sword pills scatter without taking them back.

Will sword cultivation like this eventually fail?

As a sword cultivator, Han Mu has an uncontrollable emotion in his ambition.

After absorbing the sword intent in the sword pill, Han Muye spent half a day exploding more than thirty spiritual stones before refining the cyan sword pill.

Until the two sword pills in his dantian were playing with each other, looking extremely happy, he got up and walked downstairs.

It is true that there is no time to practice. He spent nearly five days in this retreat.

When we reached the first floor of Jiange, there was a noise at the door.

"Brother Lu, don't worry. I, Xiao Liu, will help you with all the information-seeking matters from now on."

"Given my status as the direct grandson of the great cultivator of the Pill Formation, is there any news in the Sword Sect that I can't find out?"

"Mr. Jiang, come here, let me toast you."

"Mr. Jiang, let's talk about it and give me two pills every month from now on. Don't worry, the price will definitely be higher than those in the market."

When Han Muye walked out of the sword pavilion, he saw a small table at the door, with wine and meat on it.

Liu Hong, who was selling sword pills to him at Zhenbao Hall, was holding a wine glass and looking at him with his mouth wide open.

"Han, Han, Master Han's uncle."

Han Muye waved his hand, walked to the position where Jiang Ming and Yang Mingxuan made way, and sat down.

He took the bamboo chopsticks politely and started eating the meat on the table.

Practicing spiritual practice can really make people cut off their emotions and sex.

It wasn't until the delicious meat entered his stomach that Han Muye felt a hint of the joy of being a mortal.

Drawing the bow left and right was not enough, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and a small gourd appeared in his palm.

He removed the stopper and took a big gulp.

Liu Hong, who was holding the wine glass over there, shrugged his nose and his eyes lit up: "This is Sister Li's sad wine!"

Looking at Han Muye, Liu Hong whispered: "Uncle Master, most people don't have the chance to taste Third Sister Li's wine."
To be continued...