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Chapter 438 - 438 Qing Ao of the Eastern Sea, Returning With A Broken Sword (2)
438 Qing Ao of the Eastern Sea, Returning With A Broken Sword (2)
As for the later stages, if he could endure 10 moves with heavy injuries, his cultivation path in the future would definitely be smooth.
Placing his hand gently on the hilt of his sword, Luo Teng stared into Han Muye’s eyes.
As long as Han Muye nodded or agreed, he would attack without hesitation.
It was not embarra.s.sing to strike first in front of a figure like the Sword Immortal.
Unfortunately, strangely, Han Muye did not respond to him.
Han Muye, who was standing in front of the Sword Pavilion, looked up at the sky. Then he smiled and waved his hand. “Back off for a moment. I want to receive a sword attack from a fellow Daoist from the Eastern Sea.”
Receive a sword attack from a sword cultivator from the Eastern Sea?
The surrounding disciples were stunned.
Standing in the bluestone square, Luo Teng felt a surge of anger in his heart.
He held his sword in front of him, but Immortal Han didn’t even look at him. Instead, he wanted to take a strike from the Eastern Sea sword cultivator.
For something like a challenge, it should be first come, first served, right?
He could even cut the queue?
He turned around, flames rising in his eyes.
He wanted to teach that Eastern Sea sword cultivator who cut the queue a lesson!
However, when he turned around, his entire body froze.
Sword light filled the sky.
A sword came from the west, soaring into the clouds for 10,000 miles.
The Spiritual Light and Yun Tao Sword Intent covered all of the vast Heaven and Earth.
What kind of sword cultivator was this?
At this moment, Luo Teng felt his heart turn cold.
In front of such an expert, he did not even have the courage to draw his sword.
Fortunately, this expert was challenging Immortal Han…
“Han Muye of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, please receive the sword from Qing Ao of the Eastern Sea—”
His voice resounded tens of thousands of miles away. Heaven and earth shook, and the clouds rolled and turned into a sword.
This sword slashed down from 10,000 miles away.
The sword was in the sky. The disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect below felt that it was difficult to raise their heads. Endless pressure descended.
On the bluestone square in front of the Sword Pavilion, the swordsmen from the Central Continent all felt their shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
Luo Teng and the others were shocked when they saw the incoming sword light.
Could such a sword move be activated by human strength?
Who could withstand such a powerful sword light?
With this strike, the entire Sword Pavilion would probably be destroyed, right?
Perhaps the Nine Mystic Sword Sect wanted to gather the strength of the entire sect to resist this Heaven-toppling Sword.
In front of the Sword Pavilion, Yang Mingxuan’s hand was on the hilt of his sword, and blood surged in his eyes.
Han Muye clasped his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said calmly, “This sword won’t do.”
Won’t do.
As Han Muye finished speaking, the 10,000-foot sword light shattered in the sky!
With a single word, the sword shattered!
This terrifying sword light turned into clouds and dissipated after Han Muye said no.
This was the true battle between great cultivators?
The surrounding disciples were all at a loss.
“Great!”
In the sky, the shouts were filled with excitement and battle intent.
This voice was already thousands of miles away!
At this moment, sword light condensed on the Nine Mystic Mountain.
At the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain, Sect Master Tuoba Cheng stood in front of the hall, his body emitting sword intent.
Behind him, the phantom of a ferocious tiger paced gently.
“With all the sword cultivators in the world gathered, our Nine Mystic Sword Sect does indeed look like a Holy Land.”
Tuoba Cheng looked at the sword light that shot into the sky and loosened his grip.
The sword intent in his body dissipated.
The person who came to challenge him was not him.
It was Han Muye from the Sword Pavilion.
Looking in the direction of the Sword Pavilion, Tuoba Cheng revealed a curious expression.
How would Han Muye receive this sword?
He acc.u.mulated power for a million miles and shattered the mountains and rivers with a single strike.
Even Tuoba Cheng did not dare to say that he could withstand such a sword force without suffering any damage.
At this moment, Han Muye, who was standing in front of the Sword Pavilion, looked up with a rueful expression.
Whether it’s his aura or combat strength, this strike is impeccable, he thought.
It’s truly fascinating for a sword cultivator to be able to make this move.
Isn’t cultivation like this?
The thoughts in his heart traveled a million miles.
He walked down from the Sword Pavilion and received this sword strike as a form of respect for the Third Prince of the Eastern Sea.
It was also a form of respect for a sword cultivator.
The peace on Han Muye slowly dissipated.
He had the sharpness and arrogance that a sword cultivator should have.
A long sword appeared in Han Muye’s hand.
The ruler traveled thousands of miles and drew his sword to welcome his guest.
The sword light was as clear as water and could cleanse a path of dust.
Han Muye pointed his sword forward and stared.
Outside the Nine Mystic Mountain, a tall young man in a green robe with eyebrows like swords held a long sword in his hand as he walked.
With one step, it was as if thousands of miles of waves were gathering.
With every step the young man took, the Nine Mystic Mountain would tremble.
Spiritual light intertwined everywhere on the mountain, stabilizing the mountain rocks.
“I, Qing Ao, have been a prodigy of the Eastern Sea Flood Dragon Clan since I started cultivating.
“If you practice the sword, you can suppress your peers in the Eastern Sea.
“I came all the way to the Western Frontier today. Please receive my sword, Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Han Muye.”
The prodigy of the Eastern Sea flood dragon race suppressed the peerless sword cultivators of the Eastern Sea.
Such an expert had specially come to challenge Immortal Han of the Sword Pavilion!
As soon as Qing Ao finished speaking, he had already arrived at the bluestone square outside the Sword Pavilion.
He looked up at Han Muye, who was standing in front of the Sword Pavilion.
At this moment, it was as if there was only one person and one sword in the world.
Han Muye did not speak. He just raised his hand, and the sword light in his hand intensified.
The greatest respect he had for sword cultivators was to face them with the sword in his hand.
Any nonsense was an insult.
Qing Ao laughed and took a step forward. He dragged the sword in his hand and slashed at Han Muye!
There was no spiritual light, no astral winds, and no sword intent.
There were only those who attacked like mortal martial artists.
Han Muye stabbed out with his sword.
Retrospectively, a sword was a sword, a killing weapon!
“Clang—”
The longswords clashed, and a resounding sound rang out.
At this moment, the surrounding people seemed to see a 100,000-foot-tall wave, a thousand mountains shattering, a vast wave of smoke, and a mountain rising.
