Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

There are two swords in Han Muye's hands that can exert the strongest combat power and can be displayed in front of outsiders.

A sword trapped in the sword can withstand thousands of sword weapons, and a sword trapped in the enemy's sword formation cannot escape.

The other sword is the sword technique he created with the inheritance of the spirit sword Jinxian and Zhu Ming's Qingyu sword.

It can not only drizzle continuously, but also gather the power of ten thousand swords, one sword is stronger than one sword.

A year ago, Han Muye used this sword.

That sword was directly facing the Lingyun formation of thirty-two sword sect elites.

But that sword was shot by the master of Jianzong, and he went back with the power of time.

The power stored in that sword has remained until now!

Just for this moment!

At the beginning, the spirit sword Jinxian slashed down with a single strike, and struck at a distance of thousands of miles. Today, Han Muye is buried in the fairy city, so of course he will return this sword.

Back then, Spirit Sword Golden Immortal had said that he would be waiting for him in the City of Burying Immortals.

Today, he Han Muye came.

"Om—"

The cyan streamers scattered and turned into a three-foot sapphire-like sword light.

Jian Guang was as warm and moist as water, as if he had no strength at all.

Above the head, the vast sword light was about to cut through the sky and the earth.

Sapphire's sword looked like swaying green grass before the sky-slashing sword light.

"The guy from Xuanling Sword Sect doesn't seem to be doing well this time?" Someone whispered in the distant city gate.

"Maybe it's a sign of weakness. You can't just let a strong dragon overwhelm the local snake, right?" Someone smiled and looked at the two sword lights that were about to meet.

There are strong men sitting in the city, so the leader of the Xuanling Sword Sect's reinforcements can't be beheaded as soon as he stepped out of the teleportation formation, right?

Many people subconsciously turned their heads to look at the towering pavilion in the center of the city.

At this time, on the top of the pavilion, five figures of different shapes stood side by side.

"Immortal Purple Jade, don't you make a move? This is your sword sect's descendant." A long-bearded Taoist wearing a light green jade crown smiled lightly, with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

On the other side, a forty-year-old man in armor clenched his fists and said coldly, "Spiritual Sword has always been arrogant, this time it's over."

The others did not speak, but turned the corners of their eyes to one side, looking at the tall and straight thirty-year-old sword cultivator with a long black sword on his back.

These five people are the top figures guarding the Immortal Burial City, the five immortal monarchs.

Daomen Qinghe Daozong Yuhe Xianjun.

Immortal Ziyu of Xuanling Sword Sect.

Immortal Lord Huyuan of Tianyao Sect.

Immortal Tiehe of the bloody battle sect.

The last one is the rare fairy king of the monster race, the demon king of Tutian.

They have guarded this city of burying immortals for nearly 100,000 years. Although they are somewhat dirty because of their different positions, they have a friendship of 100,000 years and get along well with each other.

It can be said that life and death depend on each other.

"This kid, there's something interesting." Immortal Ziyu's eyes fell on Han Muye's sword light, and whispered softly.

Is this really not a shot?

The others were slightly taken aback.

Although Immortal Yuhe used words to run on Immortal Ziyu, it was not true that he would die.

With Immortal Ziyu's temperament, even though he is arrogant, it's not like he won't take action at this moment?

"The spirit sword is never merciless, why don't you save it?" the thin-faced Demon King Tutian said in a low voice, wearing a feather coat.

But Immortal Ziyu really didn't move.

"what?"

Someone's eyes lit up.

Ahead, the two sword lights had collided.

"boom--"

The sword light collided with the sword light, but it was not as everyone thought, the sword light of Lingjian Jinxian chopped Han Muye's green jade sword light into pieces.

The sword lights intertwine, the two swords intertwine, the sapphire sword light and the majestic sword light are entangled, and they are constantly colliding with each other.

blocked?

blocked!

Countless people stared wide-eyed.

Who is the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal, everyone in Buried Immortal City knows.

When he makes a move, it is always a one-hit kill.

Even if the power of the Immortal Burying City's great array was not used at this time, this sword was less powerful, but it was not something ordinary golden immortals could block.

That disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect, whose cultivation level showed that he had obviously not reached the Golden Immortal, was able to block the sword of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal!

"Good swordsmanship!"

In the void, there was a loud shout.

That sound was like the sound of gold and iron clashing.

The voice of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal.

Spirit Sword Golden Immortal would actually praise other people's sword skills!

This is something that has never happened in the City of Burying Immortals.

Even Immortal Ziyu among the five guarding immortals has never been praised by the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal.

What kind of person came to the Xuanling Sword Sect this time?

Immortal Ziyu's eyes shone brightly.

"Haha, what a boy, he can make this fellow Lingjian deflate." The tall and strong Immortal Huyuan punched his palm hard, and laughed.

Others also had halos in their eyes.

"It's rare, the reinforcements from Buried Immortal City have finally come in a decent way." Immortal Tiehe, who was wearing a black battle armor, kept his expression unchanged, glanced at the sword cultivators behind Han Muye, and said coldly.

Although the words were cold, there were smiles on the faces of the others.

Tie He even said that he looked like something, so there must be something really.

"Okay, Spirit Sword, the battle is dangerous, don't be distracted." Immortal Yuhe standing in front said lightly.

In the void, streaks of fairy light shone, suppressing the entire world.

The sword light of Spirit Sword Golden Immortal dissipated.

"Boy, this sword is not bad. You have lived for two months, come and play with me." The voice of Lingjian Jinxian came, and then the sword light disappeared completely.

Han Muye chuckled and cupped his hands: "Yun Lan takes orders."

Standing up and raising his hand, the sapphire sword light returned behind him and turned into a streamer.

After Jian Guang fell back, Han Muye's expression changed slightly.

The sword intent gathered in the past year, not only has not been exhausted, but even more magnificent!

Spirit Sword Golden Immortal did not consume his sword intent, but poured more sword intent into him.

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

In the end, he is a senior in the way of swordsman, and he still supports the younger generation.

The power of this sword is actually equal to Han Muye's half a year's accumulation...

...

The spirit sword Golden Immortal strike made Han Muye and his team of reinforcements the focus of Immortal Burial City.

Except for those armies fighting fiercely in front, other repairs are talked about everywhere.

Can block the sword of the spirit sword Jinxian, how long can I live in the city of burial?

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Entering Immortal Burial City, Han Muye and the Sword Sect elites behind him understood why this place is called Immortal Burial City.

The city is mottled, and the walls are covered with streaks of blue stones.

Names and surnames are engraved on the blue stones.

"Leaving on this stone wall are the names of immortal cultivators from the Rain-covered Immortal Realm who have been stationed here for countless years since the establishment of the Immortal Burial City."

"Among these names, ninety-nine out of ten people left their lives in the Immortal Burial City."

Ninety-nine out of 10 people, their lives will stay in the Immortal Burial City!

Just this one sentence made many people behind Han Muye change their expressions.

Ninety-nine percent means that there are more than two thousand and four hundred of them, and maybe only a dozen of them can leave alive.

The Taoist who led Han Muye and the others into the city had a smile on his face, and pointed forward: "Because of these names, no matter whether it is an alien beast or a strong man in the god realm, they have never broken through from here and stepped into the rain-covered fairyland."

"You have engraved your names on the stone walls of this city."

"This may be the only thing you can leave in the city."

After a pause, he said softly, "It's also your honor."

It is an honor to be able to engrave one's name on the stone wall of the Immortal Burial City.

At least, it is the recognition of the people who came here.

You came before.

Han Muye stepped forward, looking at the writing on the wall.

"Thirty-five million years of the Fuyu Immortal calendar, Yunhe Daozong, Zhu Guangshou."

"Forty-five million eight thousand and sixty years of the Fuyu Immortal calendar, blood battle sect, Lin Tong."

"Five-five million three hundred and forty-one years in the Fuyu Immortal Calendar, Xuanling Sword Sect, Jin Hao."

...

Raising his hand, his palm rested on these names.

The mottled names on those names are thick.

This is glory.

It is an honor to leave your name in the City of Burying Immortals.

It is an honor to leave your life in the City of Burying Immortals.

A cyan sword light appeared on the fingertips, and a handwriting was left on the wall.

"The 64 million 3610th year of the Fuyu Immortal Calendar, Xuanling Sword Sect, Han Muye."

Behind him, elites of Xuanling Sword Sect stepped forward and carved their names on the stone wall.

Su Jian of Xuanling Sword Sect.

The white map of Xuanling Sword Sect.

Xuanling Sword Sect, Chen Sishui.

The Xuanling Sword Sect is Yu Shuling.

The Xuanling Sword Sect suffered a lot.

...

Zhao Chen stepped forward hesitantly, and leaned beside Han Muye: "Brother, um, do I want to leave my name on this stone wall?"

"As you wish." Han Muye retracted his arm and said calmly.

After hesitating for a while, Zhao Chen retracted his body: "Forget it, I'm here for business."

The Taoist who led them into the city didn't care, he led them on and explained aloud.

"The City of Burying Immortals should actually be called City of Burying Gods."

"This name is our own, and it cannot be passed on outside."

There was a hint of arrogance in the Taoist's voice: "This city is designed to defend against those people from the God Realm who come hunting from time to time."

"Here is where they are buried."

The entire Immortal Burial City occupies a huge area, more than the land of a state, it is more like a barracks for gathering troops than a city.

Three billion creatures from the Rain-covering Immortal Realm formed an army formation, living in this big city, donating their own strength, and providing the source of the defensive formation for the city.

As for the source, it needs to be hunted and robbed.

The Taoist named Wu Ji mentioned the origin, raised his hand, and a golden divinity flickered in his palm.

"This is."

Spirit of God.

Half of the Immortal Burial City was built in the cracks of Zhoutian God Realm, so it can absorb divine power.

Zhao Chen looked at this divinity with bright eyes.

If this thing is transported to the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, it will be priceless.

Any trace of it can cause all parties to scramble.

Traveling thousands of miles, although the city is still continuous, it is already desolate.

Only a small part of the living beings in the city of burying immortals are from various sects to support the strong immortal cultivators who stick to it.

More are the creatures left behind in this city, multiplying from generation to generation.

Many powerhouses from all sides chose to stay in the city and pass it on.

According to what Taoist Wu Ji said, many strong men who used to be stationed in the City of Burying Immortals and left later will choose to die here when their cultivation path is cut off.

This is also one of the origins of the name Burying Immortal City in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.

"Who can let go of the place where blood has been spilled?" Wu Ji sighed softly while looking ahead.

In the sky ahead, streamers of light can already be seen vibrating.

Above the sky, divine light and fairy light roared.

Over there, is the battlefield.

It can be seen that the divine light that splits the sky and the earth seems to be able to shatter the Immortal Burying City with every blow.

Seeing the shining half of the sky, sword lights appeared on many people.

But Han Muye and the others didn't go to the front line immediately.

According to Wu Ji, they still have ten days to repair.

"The battle is dangerous, you guys, take care." Taoist Wu Ji cupped his hands solemnly before leaving.

dangerous.

After today, goodbye, how many of these two thousand people are still alive?

Taoist Wu Ji left, leaving Han Muye and the others, the Sword Sect's reinforcements, here.

Even if each of them is a strong sword fairy, and each of them is an elite in Jianzong, here, in the eyes of the strong here, they are just cannon fodder to die.

Of the more than 2,000 people, no more than half can survive for two months.

Behind Han Muye, the atmosphere was solemn.

"After ten days of training, we may be able to adapt to the power attributes of this place." The young sword repairer not far behind Han Muye said in a low voice.

He is Su Jian, the Wind Spirit Sword Immortal from the Heaven Xun Temple, and because he knew that Han Muye had the inheritance of the Heaven Xun Temple, he was naturally a little closer.

Moreover, they formed a team of six, cooperated tacitly, and spoke less restrainedly.

Hearing Su Jian's words, the others looked up.

The floating divine power is also a treasure for them. It can be absorbed into the body to increase their physical strength and integrate immortal energy.

But it also makes it difficult for them to adapt.

This is where the strength in their bodies is difficult to fully exert.

Many people had serious expressions on their faces, sensing the pressure outside their bodies.

Ten days, at most, I can get used to the power here, but if I want to fully display my combat power, it will take at least a year.

But among them, how many people can survive a year?

"Set up the camp first." Han Muye said softly.

There are empty houses all around, you can live in whatever you want.

But stationed here, there are roaring sounds that can be heard in the sky from time to time, and there are intertwined divine light and fairy light, so it is difficult to rest assured to repair.

Even if someone is arranged to be on duty, I'm afraid I can't really feel at ease.

It's just ten days of repairing, not to mention the increase in combat power, it's not bad if it doesn't decrease.

But Han Muye stretched out his finger to the messy and empty wilderness ahead: "Zhao Chen, let them set up camp."

camp.

Since it is an army gathering, it is natural to have its own camp.

Zhao Chen grinned and waved, and those cultivators who accompanied the army followed him.

These are not only caravan guards, but also miscellaneous soldiers who solve logistics for the army.

If not, how can they be qualified to come to this city of burying immortals?

In the distance, someone looked out, and then retracted.

On the top of the city further away, someone's eyes fell on Han Muye and the others.

"Except for the leader of the Xuanling Sword Sect's reinforcements, Han Yunlan, who is a bit capable, the others looked stunned, and they probably came to die." A burly man in a heavy armor narrowed his eyes and said loudly.

Beside him, the young man in blood armor, who was full of evil blood, had evil eyes, shook his head, and turned his gaze to the sky in front of him: "Come on these tender birds, we will be tired a few more times."

At the top of the city in the distance, there were also people whose eyes flickered, staring at Han Muye and the others to see how they camped.

"Brother, do you want to go to a few people and tell them which houses can live in and which houses can't live in?" A Pentecostal Taoist in a green robe with tatters on his clothes whispered.

He carried a long black sword on his back.

Behind him, there are more than a dozen thin sword cultivators also dressed in green robes.

From their clothes, you can see the faint mark of Xuanling Jianzong.

In front of him was a Taoist with a Chinese character face wearing half armour, with a restrained sword light on his body.

The Taoist held a sword in his hand, the sword was three feet long, and the blue light flickered.

On the sword, there seemed to be traces of blood evil spirit flickering and lingering.

"It's good to let them suffer a little bit, otherwise, after ten days on the battlefield, I'm afraid they will be defeated at the first touch."

The Taoist with a Chinese face shook his head, and then said: "If they lack something, they can send some."

Speaking of this, he paused: "It is estimated that they are also prepared for the first time, and they will not be short of many supplies."

"It's better to remind Jane to save some use."

The Pentecostal Taoist nodded and said with a smile: "Then let me tell you, after all, he is a descendant of Jianzong."

"In this way, it has been more than 8,000 years since there has been such an organized reinforcement army, and the disciples of the Sword Sect have not come for more than 10,000 years, right?"

"Hey, stationed in the City of Burying Immortals, we have only a dozen or so of our original five hundred disciples left..."

The Taoist babbled, stepped onto the top of the wall, and prepared to flee to Han Muye and the others.

But when he raised his footsteps, he suddenly froze.

Above the wasteland, a golden array appeared.

The formation disk has a radius of ten feet, is golden in color, and flashes with fairy light.

Such a large formation disk is at least the main formation disk of the protective formation of a big city.

This kind of formation disk requires tens of millions of fairy stones.

"Om—"

On the array plate, fairy light burst out and spread to the surroundings.

The fairy light is like a big tent, covering a radius of hundreds of feet.

"All the good things have been brought here. It seems that Jian Zong paid a lot of money this time." Someone chuckled lightly, and their eyes fell on Han Muye.

"Jianzong attaches great importance to this kid."

A smile flashed across the face of the green-robed Taoist, he laughed and said: "If it were me, I would converge the power of the large formation and arouse it into a space that can protect ten thousand feet. It will never be so wasteful."

"This large formation is fully mobilized, but it can block a blow."

The other seniors of Jianzong shook their heads.

I just came here, I really don’t know how precious power is.

"It's a waste of things, you shouldn't have taken out this array." The Taoist with a Chinese character face was even more emotional, raised the sword in his hand, and gently wiped it with a piece of linen.

"Om—"

Ahead, a ray of fairy light rose again.

This time, it was the second golden array.

Comparable to the first block.

This caused an uproar around.

"What are these guys doing? Can such an array be taken out so easily?"

"This is a lot of wealth, two array disks, if you have the ability to bring three—"

The third array disk appeared.

Then came the fourth block, and the fifth block.

Eighteen array disks are connected to form a circle, and then in the middle, an array disk with a radius of one hundred feet appears.

The golden light on the formation disk is connected with the eighteen formation disks, turning into a golden light covering the surrounding space.

The senses of everyone outside began to blur and distort, and they could only see with their eyes.

At this moment, the surrounding walls were speechless and stupefied.

Nineteen formation disks are connected, and the power of this large formation cannot be broken even by the Da Luo Jinxian.

"Brother Ziyu, this junior of your family is not an ordinary rich man..." Tu Tian Yao Wang's eyes fell on the big formation, his face full of sobs.

"When this large formation is set up, at least one hundred thousand immortal spirit stones can be generated every day."

"This kind of burning fairy stone is not your Jianzong style."

While talking, the demon king Tutian's eyes drifted towards Immortal Yuhe.

Immortal Yuhe belongs to the Taoist sect, and the Taoist cultivators under his command are considered extravagant.

But I have never seen such a ostentatious one.

As for sword repair, isn't sword repair always the poorest?

"Hmph, I saw Zhenzhang on the battlefield, it can be useful if we move to the front line this time, here, hum." Immortal Yuhe snorted coldly and turned his head away.

The golden mask cut off the divine sense and also the roar from the distant battlefield.

Immediately, the Sword Sect elites who came with Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother Han's handwriting is not so big..." Bai Tu, the bony Sword Immortal of Zhantian Temple, chuckled, looking at the nineteen arrays in front of him.

This has exceeded all his net worth, including the sword he got from Han Muye.

"Senior Brother Han is the owner of Yunlan City. I have inquired about it before I came. Yunlan City is located on the wasteland, and the daily income is at least hundreds of millions." A sword sect disciple wearing a jade-colored robe said softly: "This is a golden thigh. ..."

The formations stand up, and there are tents again.

There are small formations in each tent, which are connected with the large formations.

All kinds of materials are prepared in each tent, which can accommodate six disciples.

Such extravagant and thoughtful preparations made those Jianzong elites who were used to living a hard life a little uncomfortable.

As a swordsman, you only need a sword in your hand.

Asking the elites of the Sword Sect to look for the tent where they lived, Zhao Chen walked over with a smile.

"Brother, isn't this camp good?"

"I purchased it from Wuling Taoist Sect, and there are eight formations in each one."

Zhao Chen proudly stretched out his finger to the large tent with a radius of ten feet in the middle of the front.

"Brother, that's your military account."

Han Muye shook his head, turned to look at Bai Tu and the others, and said, "They can fix it, so we don't need it?"

These words made the faces of several people change.

"As expected of Yunlan Sword Immortal." Yu Shuling, the Jinyu Sword Immortal wearing a light red dress, laughed, her eyes sparkling brightly.

Han Muye waved his hand, and several guards in black armor stepped forward.

Glancing at Zhao Chen, Han Muye said, "You guys protect Brother Zhao and go for a walk around the city to find out the situation."

These black-armored guards are from the Mara clan, and they need to contact their clan members in the city of Burying Immortals.

It was just right to protect Zhao Chen for a walk in the city.

Then, Han Muye revealed a gleam of sword light: "The battlefield is ahead, how can you not be willing to take a look?"

After the words fell, he had already turned into a flying rainbow.

Following behind him, Taoist Kuxu and others looked at each other, and they also turned into sword lights.

The six sword lights went straight out of the formation and flew towards the battlefield.

"Good guy, are you going to the battlefield?" someone whispered from the distant city.

"That's right, I know I'm going to the battlefield to have a look." Someone also said with a smile, with a hint of appreciation in their words.

Although the expressions on the faces of the several immortals who had been following Han Muye and the others remained unchanged, the halos in their eyes changed.

Ever since Han Muye and the others came to the City of Burying Immortals, they had given them a completely different impression.

Can resist the spirit sword Jinxian Yijian, set up camp by yourself, and spend extravagant arrays, including going straight into the battlefield at this time.

It seems that this is not what those reinforcements could do in the past, nor is it the usual behavior of those Jianzong disciples.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan? It's interesting." Demon King Tutian whispered softly, his divine sense came out, and followed Han Muye and the others' sword light to the battlefield in front of Xianxian City.

Han Muye and the others' six beams of sword light pierced the sky for thousands of miles.

But during the flight, they found that the further the sword light moved forward, the greater the pressure of the void.

After three thousand miles, there was already a feeling that Jian Guang was suppressed and scattered, making it difficult for him to move forward.

Han Muye frowned slightly, and the expressions of the others were extremely serious.

Han Muye has the power of the blood of the gods and beasts, and his body is strong enough to fight against the gods, so he can bear the pressure.

No one else has his physical strength.

"Senior Brother Han, is this the coercion of the God Realm barrier?" came a voice from Bai Tu following Han Muye.

The city of burying immortals straddles two realms, and this power also changes from the realm of immortals to the realm of gods.

Between the barriers of the God Realm and the Immortal Realm, there is an irresistible pressure.

The more you fly forward, not only does the pressure not decrease, the city gates on the ground are also broken, and few are complete.

This is in contrast to the dilapidated but not broken city on the other side.

"The city of Burying Immortals is to block powerful enemies in this side. If those foreign experts who have adapted to the extreme pressure are allowed to step into the fairy world, their combat power may soar." Wind Spirit Sword Immortal Su Jian said in a low voice.

This kind of pressure has seriously damaged their combat power.

Conversely, if a powerful enemy who has been adapting to this pressure rushes into the fairyland, the pressure disappears and the combat power doubles, it will be a disaster.

"boom--"

A ray of sword light cut down, splitting the gray-red sky ahead.

Through the knife marks, the scene outside the sky is also presented.

A section of the blood-stained city wall, only the uneven stone walls remained.

A black ten-foot-high battle puppets lined the walls, with immortal cultivators in the middle.

The celestial light on these immortal cultivators was dim, and they were covered with all kinds of broken armor. They were weapons or magic treasures in their hands, and their bodies were filled with bloody aura.

Every blow is the most sparing force.

Outside the city, there are phantoms.

These somewhat illusory figures looked like the Heavenly Demon that Han Muye had seen back then.

But it is obvious that the demons are far less powerful than these void alien races.

Every phantom flew like the wind, and with a flash of its long claws, it left a bright long mark on the top of the city.

This blow, if it is in the fairy world, can shatter the space, at least it is comparable to a blow of refining the void.

Such tyrannical phantoms are densely packed outside the city, innumerable.

Interspersed in the phantom is a tall and strong foreign race who is ten feet tall and covered in blue and black battle armor.

He has a ferocious head and face, and holds a broad-bladed sword several feet long in his hand, as well as a huge warhammer. Every time he swings it, there will be a howling wind, as if tearing the sky and the earth.

These powerful alien races can only be blocked by black war puppets, and those cultivators will retreat quickly when encountering them, and dare not take a direct blow.

If it's just these two alien races, the city is dangerous but not dangerous.

The most terrifying thing is the flashing light of the knife and the technique.

Just like the knife that just cut open the sky, it was issued by the figure in black robe standing in the void.

As if sensing Han Muye's probing, the black-year-old foreigner holding a long knife raised his hand, pointed the blade forward and grinned.

On his long knife, blood and divine light flashed.

Protoss!

Han Muye has seen from those long sword memories that these foreign races shrouded in divine light and fierce in attack are the god races from the Zhoutian God Realm.

They look no different from the human race, but their cultivation methods are different. The divinity is condensed in their bodies, and their cultivation is measured by the power of divinity.

The protoss who slashed through the void with a single knife has the combat power of a golden immortal, but he is not a decent master among the protoss.

It is said that the Protoss has the kind of strong man who condenses the heart of the gods, and his energy and spirit are condensed into a bright star, which comes from the sky, like a meteor blasting the sky and the earth.

To deal with such a strong man who can destroy the world with one blow, it is necessary to gather the strength of the entire city of buried immortals.

"That's the frontline battlefield." Qingshui Jianxian Chen Sishui whispered, the long sword in his hand was shining brightly.

Although the others were silent, their fighting spirit was already welling up.

Come on, let's fight.

With a movement of his body, Han Muye flew out of the sky.

The sword lights of the five sword celestial beings behind them formed a line.

Sword array.

"Boy, be careful."

In the void, the voice of Lingjian Jinxian came.

The voice was like gold and iron striking each other, but it was full of concern.

"Hey, the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal is taking care of him, what kind of character is this?"

"It seems to be a sword cultivator, reinforcements have come recently, right?"

On the top of the city, there are intertwined spiritual thoughts.

More spiritual thoughts enveloped Han Muye and the others.

There are races, demon races, alien races, and god races.

Stepping out of the sky, the endless bloody aura and resentment intertwined, and the extremely heavy pressure of the world fell down.

Six beams of sword light fell on the top of the city.

They finally understood why they needed the combat power of the Celestial Immortal to go to the frontline.

Without this level of combat power, he couldn't even bear the coercion, and couldn't even resist the evil spirit of blood.

Then this is sending you to death.

Han Muye and the others came to the top of the city, and the surrounding black-armored puppets took the initiative to give up about three feet of space.

"Come closer, don't rush forward, retreat if you can't hold back, and the god-slaying war puppet will fill the gap." A immortal cultivator covered in black robes whose lines are no longer visible, with bloody spears in his hands, turned his head and said in a low voice One sentence.

Around him, there were a few pieces of condensed divinity scattered.

"Don't rush to pick up these things, be careful of remnant souls, and watch out for sneak attacking dark monsters." The black-robed immortal cultivator raised his gun while speaking, and shot the phantom that suddenly appeared.

This is the Dark Warcraft.

On the other side, there was also a Taoist with a long banner in his hand. He didn't speak, but just moved a little, and moved closer to the three-foot gap between Han Muye and the others.

Han Muye nodded and said softly, "Thank you very much."

He held a long sword in his hand, and dragged it step by step against the bluestone at the top of the city.

The sword edge rubbed against each other, leaving a long mark.

The other five sword celestial beings didn't need to speak, they all walked forward in tacit understanding.

"brush--"

A black phantom appeared in front of Han Muye, its long black claws grabbed the top of his head.

Blood-colored eyes, small pupils, a pointed face, and tiny fangs in the mouth.

Han Muye raised his head, facing the dark monster.

He didn't raise the sword in his hand.

"Canglang—"

A ray of sword light pierced from his shoulder, resisting the long claws that were clawing at the top of his head.

The sword of Baiyue Sword Immortal Baitu.

"call out--"

A sword cut down from Han Muye's back, and swept towards the dark monster's neck.

The sword of Su Jian, the wind spirit sword fairy.

Quietly, a sword appeared on the dark monster's vest, and slashed down fiercely.

Qingliu Sword Immortal, Chen Sishui.

Three swords attack.

Guard with two swords.

The sword in Han Muye's hand didn't move.

"Snapped--"

The long claws of the dark monster were shattered, there was a sword mark on the neck, and the vest was pierced.

A group of gray divinity the size of a fingernail fell off and shattered into several smaller beads.

"The cooperation is good, it seems that I have practiced it well." The Taoist holding a long flag at the side whispered.

On the top of the city not far away, many immortal cultivators turned their heads slightly to look this way.

The cooperation between the swords is amazing.

"That's right, as long as you stand firm at this level of combat power and don't confront the Immortal Killer and the God Race, you can survive." A big man in iron armor with a three-pointed and two-edged spear in his hand rubbed his chin and said in a low voice.

"Jianzong has finally sent some decent disciples." Another old man who was holding a golden gourd in his hand and spewing out flames from the gourd whispered, just as he was about to speak again, his eyes widened suddenly.

"Crazy, are you crazy!"

"This, this is courting death!"

In everyone's eyes, Han Muye stepped out in one step, stepped on the shattered beads, turned them into powder, and then stepped out of the city with another step.

Out of town!

"Come back!"

"Once you leave the city, you will be surrounded by dark monsters!"

"Be careful, there are immortal envoys eyeing you!"

Above the top of the city, one after another screamed.

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, he didn't look at the flying shadows, and he didn't look at the giant man wielding a sledgehammer, he just raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the black-faced god who was holding a long knife.

"I'm coming." He whispered, and the sword in Han Muye's hand shone with a light that pierced the sky.