Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

478. The Decisive Battle Of Taoism 3 (33)

With the power of one person, alone against the army of the fairy world!

At this time, his heroic spirit was undoubtedly displayed.

“Because he can defend himself, but he has no spirit.”

“boom–”

There is only one person in this world who can block the army of fairy spirits.

Holding a long knife, Dang Wuyou looks up to the sky and drinks.

Behind Han Muye, all the practitioners in the mysterious world were full of grief and anger.

The town was torn apart by the two powerhouses in the Dao struggle, and the Powers who witnessed the Dao struggle were all faceless.

The power of the puppet of the court, but in charge of the fairy treasure, one person can fight the existence of Tianzun.

Within 10,000 miles, Spiritual Qi was directly shaken into nothingness, and countless practitioners of Tianxuan Xiu were unable to stabilize their bodies and fell directly.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible…” Someone whispered blankly, gritted his teeth, and stared at the puppet.

Whether it is Dang Wuyou, who controls the puppet of the court, or Han Muye, who drives the peak of kendo with one sword, they are all rare and evil characters in the world.

Thirty million standard long swords, millions of swords of various grades collected over the years, at this moment, in the sword tower behind Han Muye, Sword Ray turned into stars.

But who would have thought that such characters would appear in the land of Taoism?

“Unfortunately, you can’t see all this.”

The ancient Power, who has already ascended to the Immortal World, became a puppet and appeared in this world? Broken mountains and rivers.

It is the thought of the heart, and it is to protect the peace of the heart.

“Ancient Sword Intent.”

The longer the cultivation time, the higher the age of the elixir.

From presiding over and witnessing the Dao Contest to the present, although Han Muye is often outside the monitoring, it has only been less than a hundred years. How can Han Muye improve to this level of combat power?

Han Muye’s mind changed rapidly after the sword was stabbed.

Sword, Star robbery.

Whether it was the three-day powerhouses in front of him, or the Daozu Power who witnessed the Dao struggle, they all listened silently, with changing expressions on their faces.

Ascension to Immortal World.

Han Muye.

Han Muye reached out to catch the long knife, his eyes fixed on the long river in front of him.

“Om-”

The swords in the void collided into a loud bang, and the entanglement of power finally turned into a constantly rotating void.

Behind him, the Seventh Stage sword tower lights up layer by layer.

The aura in his hand turned into threads, penetrating into the void one by one.

Dao Power.

“This sword, I named it, Star Tribulation.”

He has been able to suppress the fairy world for countless years, relying not only on tyrannical combat power, but also on ruthless means.

If it is not protected, the blockade of Taoism will collapse.

A sword knocks back the puppet of the court of God, is there really anyone in the world who can do it?

“Those who cannot transform spirits into immortals in the Spirit Transformation Pond will be used as materials by Immortal World to refine immortal treasures.” Dang Wuyou’s face showed a sad expression.

His soul Sword intent has been condensed into a soul sword, if the soul is compatible with the physical body, it will be a step further and step into the realm of Saint.

The long river rolled back, and the waves wrapped around Dang Wuyou’s body.

People like this are hard to see for thousands of years.

The light of the knife tore the void, and the light of the knife turned into a dragon shadow.

A long cyan river appeared in the void.

Dang Wuyou did not wait for the slightest bit, and directly ordered the puppet of the court to slash at Han Muye.

Dang Wuyou’s soul has completely dissipated, and what he stood in front of him at this time was just a puppet of the divine court, no, it was the ancient Sword Dao Power.

“Broken Mountains and Rivers, really Broken Mountains and Rivers…”

“Tianxuan Han Xiang is already strong to this level?” A Taoist ancestor whispered a little absently.

This Sword Ray is combined with the Sword Ray in Han Muye’s hand, and it is slashed towards the long river ahead.

Although Han Muye doesn’t know this knife, he can perceive the ancient will of Power carried by this knife.

“Om-”

Sword Ray is entrenched in a long dragon, and 30 million Sword Rays are like magnificent and endless stars, illuminating the sky.

Just like when he went to the sword pavilion in Jiuxuan Mountain, and cultivated sword tactics, Jiazi was one sword, and one sword was against the heavens.

Before the move, the meaning of the sword has begun to collide.

The sound of the dragon’s roar resounded, and the light of the sword penetrated directly into the mind, shocking the soul.

It turns out that the path of cultivation is the same in the end.

What about genius, what about Tianjiao, directly obliterate.

At this time, the sword in Han Muye’s hand is also the pinnacle of sword practice in the world.

Practice, the original heart has never changed.

If their Cultivation Base is enough, they are willing to fight to the death.

“There is a sword in my heart.”

“boom–”

Even if I had guessed before, I dare not imagine that this scene really happened.

All the power surged and turned into swords colliding.

Dangyouyou is a Power and a hero.

Smash the power of Taoism!

Mountains and rivers can be broken.

Sword Qi went straight into Jianwan, Sword Ray flashed from my mind,

“when–”

Hidden sword for a hundred years, just for one day.

Dang Wuyou’s long knife in his hand rolled with light, turned his head and looked at the sky.

Knife, breaking mountains and rivers.

Many practitioners are ignorant of these things that Dangwuyou said.

“How could this temple puppet be an ancient Power that has already ascended to the Immortal World…”

Worry-free voice rippling in the void.

There was a voice in the void.

“Om-”

The power of the divine court puppet’s control is more tyrannical than that of the divine court dark guard. With a single knife, it instantly freezes a thousand miles of void.

Those Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist struggle all exclaimed.

Ten miles away, Dang Wuyou narrowed his eyes, and a faint killing intent emerged from his body.

“But you are different.” Looking at Han Muye, the killing intent in Dang Wuyou’s eyes solidified.

Countless scattered sword lights and Sword intent shred the void, turning the world into nothingness.

In the end, it’s a matter of life and death.

“It’s all monsters…” After a long time, someone whispered.

The front of the long sword in his hand pointed, behind the back, the Sword Ray on the Seventh Stage sword tower reconvened.

Dang Wuyou’s Killing intent rose, and the whole body slowly blurred, almost merging with the puppet.

In front of this wave, let alone Han Muye, even the top Power in the world, few can stop him.

The tall body of the God Court puppet slammed into the back, and it was only ten miles away that it froze.

“Suijun.” Han Muye’s eyes gleamed, looking at the waves ahead.

It’s just that the nine-story sword tower is hidden in the illusion, except for Han Muye himself, outsiders can’t see it.

“With the strength of their family, they can definitely block it for three days and make sacrifices empty.”

The power of Taoist ancestors, that’s all?

This wave looked in front of him, but there was no way to avoid it.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye burst out with endless Sword Rays.

“Demon talk to confuse the public.”

The sword in Han Muye’s hand, Sword Ray condensed again.

In the face of such an attack, only Power who truly controls the power of time and space can resist.

Hundred years of time, the original intention does not change!

The long sword in Han Muye’s hand shone with a dazzling halo.

The blade vibrates.

Sorry for the loss of Han Muye.

If this sword can’t be stopped, not only Han Muye, but also so many Tianxuanxiu practitioners behind him will also perish.

Wang Zhengwu.

This is the way that contains time and space. The long river is in front of you, and it is eternal.

“town.”

In the illusion, another nine-story sword tower also appeared golden halo layer upon layer.

Dang Wuyou’s face changed dramatically, he raised his hand, and the long knife in his hand was thrown directly, flying towards Han Muye.

Pieces of the best Spirit Stones floated around, and then exploded.

But at the moment of so many major repairs, the sacrifice of their lives is meaningless.

“Senior, I have a sword, which was inherited from the ancient Power Source Heavenly Sword God and merged with the ten thousand swords of Master Mo Yuan.”

This knife is extremely strong.

After practicing for countless years, it turned out to be just a panacea in the eyes of others.

Han Muye looked at Dang Wuyou, was silent for a moment, and whispered: “Dang Wuyou senior, go well.”

The confinement of blood and Spiritual Qi, this knife is the pinnacle of Saber Technique in the world.

go well.

With nostalgia on his face, he said softly, “The first one is Yuantian.”

“Our fairy world will last forever.”

This is the power that has controlled the water veins of this world since the ancient times, and the power of heaven and earth in the age of the gods, and the power of luck is connected to the world of heaven and earth.

In his hand, a sword pill was tightly held.

The Profound Sky World shook, all kinds of forces intertwined in the sky, and aura shone.

Tianxuan Han Xiang.

“Han Muye, let me tell you a secret.”

The sword light vibrated, and the golden puppet figure slowly turned into an illusory figure, but Dang Wuyou’s figure was even more illusory.

“Ask Yuantian senior to come out with a sword.”

“Han Muye, I have never been afraid of fighting with Wen Mosheng for thousands of years.”

“My sword,” Han Muye’s voice resounded, stabbing in front of the sword, charging forward: “Guard everything I want to guard.”

With the hilt in hand, peace of mind.

The God Court puppet holding the long sword stood in place, and the long sword was raised again.

In the void, whether it was the Dao ancestors who witnessed the Dao struggle or the powerhouses who attacked and killed in the fairy world, they all looked at Han Muye who was still in shock.

When Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, the light in his eyes was clear, just like when his soul was condensed into a sword to resist the Wind Spirit Sword Sect at the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain.

In the void, the practitioners of the last three days on the flying boats looked cold and looked at the battlefield ahead.

In the void, a voice sounded.

Slowly raising the long knife in his hand, Dang Wuyou raised his hand and flicked: “When—”

It is said that only Han Muye was killed. In fact, Han Muye has fallen. How could he still leave a practitioner in the Xuantian world?

In the world that had been sealed off, the power of that seal was torn apart.

“Wood God, Suijun, I know you are all here.”

“After practicing for countless years, in front of those Immortal World practitioners, they are just materials like spiritual medicine and spiritual materials.”

At this moment, everyone looked at Han Muye in front of him with complicated expressions.

Honor and disgrace.

Han Muye stood there, pointing his sword forward.

He has a feeling that his body is transformed into a sword, and the man and the sword are united.

“This is the Immortal World you desire, this is the Immortal World you want to open the Ascension Stage and fly away!”

Since life and death are divided, it is impossible to keep hands.

In the void, all breaths are imprisoned.

The auras turned into golden nets of light, pressing down the broken void and slowly disappearing.

His eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared on Han Muye’s face.

“In ancient times, there was a Sword Dao Power Wang Zhengwu, who swept the world with a long sword. Later, this senior stepped on ascending Sendai and went to Immortal World…”

The long sword was raised, and the killing intent and the fighting intent were intertwined, turning into a white tiger.

If swallowed by the river, it will be erased from the river of time. It is impossible for such a person to exist in this space.

The long sword collided with Chang Dang, the roar was ups and downs, and thousands of miles of clouds were scattered.

You can imagine, all of a sudden it was cold.

A Taoist ancestor who witnessed the Taoism opened his eyes wide and whispered in his mouth, and his spiritual sense was instantly messy.

The sword in Han Muye’s hand has changed from shining to lightness. In the inheritance of the Sword God of Yuantian, Sword Ray has broken through time and space, and the Wanjian learned from Mo Yuan is brought together into one.

Sword Ray collided with the light of the sword, causing the sky and the earth to vibrate continuously for millions of miles.

It is interesting to fight against such a strong man.

Even if this world is locked down because of Taoism, it can only show the power of Saint, but the power of the puppet of the gods is also the pinnacle of the Saint realm.

If this sword could not be stopped, the Profound Sky World behind it would be chopped to pieces with a single sword.

“Cough, you are very strong.” Dang Wuyou looked at Han Muye and sighed: “You are the second person I have seen in my life who has cultivated kendo to the extreme.”

The Sword Qi on Han Muye’s body shattered, and the whole person flew out.

“Wang Zhengwu has a move to cut mountains and rivers, and that sword can cut off the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, blocking one world.”

Behind him, the original dull face of the God Court puppet showed a trace of agility.

The killing intent on his body finally condensed into a line, matching the puppet behind him.

The long river was surging, and waves of waves were stirred up, hitting Han Muye on the head.

That’s all.

Tianzun Power shot!

In Han Muye’s mind, a long sword fell from the sky.

“boom–”

The long sword slashed horizontally, and Han Muye handed out the sword again.

“I have already made an agreement with the Spirit Armor Monster Race. If the Dao Contest sacrifices this world for three days, they will take action.”

There are very few practitioners in the world who can cultivate Saber Technique to this level.

The other Taoists were silent.

The divine court puppet slashed, causing countless people to change color.

Perhaps in the final decisive battle, the sword smashed away Han Muye’s Sword Ray, the victory was in hand, and there were more words of Dangyou.

The murderous intent condensed on this knife made him chill.

“I’m Jian Xiu.”

“I want to tell you that after ascending to Immortal Stage, Spiritual Qi will be refined in the Spiritual Transformation Pond, and all cultivation in this world will be destroyed.”

Behind him, the thirty million swords in the Ninth Stage sword tower vibrated and turned into Sword Ray long dragons.

“Shuijun.” Dang Wuyou drank lowly.

The kendo that breaks through time and space is the ultimate kendo in the world.

With the ultimate swordsmanship in the world, the ultimate in the ancient swordsmanship.

“Unfortunately, no matter how strong he is, today is a mortal situation…” A Taoist ancestor shook his head, and there was regret in his spiritual sense.

It is a joy to watch such a talented person grow.

An ancient Power, the peak of the Dao of the Blade, a strong man who returned from Immortal World, was swallowed like this.

Wanjian Return to Self is the ultimate accumulation of swordsmanship in the world.

“when–”

In the void, the long river swept away, and the worry-free figure disappeared in its place.

Those Taoist Powers who witnessed the Taoism struggle had to protect the space with all their strength.

Kendo is the way of breaking and standing. It can break all things, but what is standing?

The divine court puppet, wrapped in the wind and thunder, flew over, slashed horizontally with the long knife, and then took the blood-colored dragon and wrapped it directly towards Han Muye.

Ancient Power shot.

Appreciate or cooperate.

Tianzun Power shot, and the hole in the void was slowly repaired. Han Muye held a long sword and stood opposite Dang Wuyou.

This is the ancient Power, once it is shot, it will never show mercy.

Han Muye can be said to have grown up step by step under their eyes.

Those flying boats in the fairy world also had to retreat.

Those Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoism struggle were all silent, bowing their heads and saying nothing.

“I have a sword in my hand.”