They had all seen Han Muye’s sword strike just now.
Very strong.
So what?
Could the demons of the Southern Wasteland really be blocked by a sword?
He was just a small sword cultivator, not the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier, Master Tu Sun.
Wolves.
Tigers.
Panthers.
The demons charging at Han Muye were all powerful and fast.
“Nineteen, be careful!”
Below, someone shouted.
Several figures rushed over to meet the big demon.
These people were all elites of the Fengshou Mountain.
Han Muye had seen these people more than once from the swords he had sent back to the Sword Pavilion.
Many of these people even had their own names.
For example, Li San’s sword was floating.
Luo Xiaoyu should be the one who was releasing the cold spiritual light.
Even Lu Ten had the title of Tiger General.
Han Muye looked ahead and raised his Green Destiny Sword.
Do I need a title?
“Hum—”
Within a hundred feet, the sword light condensed into thousands of meteors and exploded.
Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Golden Lineage, Three Mystical Sword Technique—Star Rain.
Using the power of tens of thousands of metal elements to transform into stars and borrow the sharpness of the metal elements, it could cut open the meridians.
“Good sword technique!”
Below, there were clear praises.
Some of the great demons that rushed towards Han Muye set up demonic light, some waved their weapons, and some mobilized their blood and qi, wanting to block the sword light.
However, he could not block it.
“Slash—”
The sword swept out, bringing with it a spray of blood.
Sword marks appeared, and sword light pierced the air.
At least 10 Earth Realm demons were torn apart by the meteor-like sword light.
“Hum—”
A sword cry sounded between heaven and earth.
This was a sword cultivator!
Han Muye looked down at the Verdant Nether Sword in his hand.
At this moment, the ordinary Green Destiny Sword seemed to have its own thoughts.
The sword seemed to be calling.
Yearning.
Longing to kill.
Wasn’t a sword refined for killing?
Sword light rose from Han Muye’s body.
The Green Destiny Sword was also trembling gently, as if in response.
Within a radius of 10,000 feet, everyone was shocked by this sword.
On Fengshou Mountain, even Wandering might not be able to use such a sharp sword light.
“Who is this person?”
Someone let out a low cry.
“It seems to be someone from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”
“The Nine Mystic Sword Sect? Is he that Tang Second? His temperament is bad. His sword technique is really extraordinary.”
Han Muye didn’t take it to heart.
He stood there, savoring his previous strike.
His sword technique was already at his will, and he could control it at will.
Not many people could see through that sword move just now.
In the distance, Tang Chi’s expression was extremely ugly as he stood on the cliff with her sword.
Previously, if Han Muye had used this level of swordsmanship to fight him, not to mention losing with one strike, he would probably have lost his life with one strike.
Could it be that he was so much inferior to Han Muye?
Han Muye slashed at the few great demons that rushed forward, but he still didn’t feel satisfied.
He could feel the sword intent in his body boiling.
Sword intent was condensed from killing intent. If he couldn’t kill him, what was the use of sword intent?
He knew that his mind was affected by the sword intent in his Qi Sea.
After all, the sword intent condensed in his Qi Sea far exceeded the limit his body could withstand. It was constantly consuming his lifespan.
But so what?
Narrowing his eyes, his mind seemed to have left his body. He looked down at his body and slowly walked forward in the void.
Under his feet, there were green lotus flowers formed by sword qi.
Sword lotuses bloomed with every step, killing a person with every step!
Every sword qi lotus that he stepped on dissipated into sword light that shot forward.
He walked forward step by step, his sword light like a shadow.
“This is really the way of the sword…”
Below, someone looked at the figure surrounded by sword light and spoke in a low voice.
“Sword Dao Banished Immortal?
This title is not bad.”
Someone called out softly.
“Clang—”
Han Muye raised the Green Destiny Sword in his left hand and pulled out the purple short sword from the scabbard on his back with his right.
Purple flame.
One green, one purple, one long, one short.
There were not many sword cultivators in the world who cultivated dual swords.
With two swords in hand like Han Muye, it was rare for sword light to interweave.
No one knew if he had really cultivated dual sword techniques or if he was just preparing.
In front, several solemn figures rushed out from the demon army.
Those Earth Realm Meridian Opening experts had been killed by Han Muye with a single strike, greatly affecting the morale of the demon army.
At this moment, seven demons with different figures and auras that could suppress the mountains and rivers rushed out.
Awakening God.
In the demon race’s cultivation method, the Soul Awakening Realm was an important stage.
This was because once the demons reached the Soul Awakening Realm and opened their divine treasures, they could receive the power of the bloodline inheritance.
The mysterious bloodline power from the Desolate Era would more or less increase the combat strength of these demon experts.
There were also some lucky ones who could rely on the God Enlightenment to soar into the sky.
“Roar—”
The first to charge at Han Muye was a middle-aged man who transformed into a black tiger in midair.
His body transformed into a 30-foot-long tiger, and his blood qi condensed into wings. The black tiger’s speed was extremely fast, and its claws directly grabbed at Han Muye’s head.
The person who was as fast as the black tiger was a thin young man with illusory wings on his back.
In a flash, the young man appeared behind Han Muye.
“Black Tiger Fiend and Breeze Black Bat!”
A cry of surprise came from behind Han Muye.
Does he have a name?
It seemed that he was also an expert among the demons.
Han Muye looked ahead. The black tiger’s claws were already in front of him.
Without a sound, a green short sword stabbed at his neck.
It was fast.
The black tiger was fast, but the thin young man’s short sword was even faster.