Chapter 405 Half-Way Interception, Three Hundred Miles of Cold Light with One Sword (1/2 Chapter)

Chapter 405 Half-way interception, three hundred miles of cold light with one sword (12 chapters)

Leaving the imperial city, the Yongding River flows continuously, heading eastward to the mouth of the Guanjiang River, and then divides into two roads, one going around Dongshan County, the other going to the East China Sea, and the other going into the Southern Wilderness.

The big river is flowing, and there are countless fleets of ships.

All materials gather in the imperial city to nurture all living beings.

Han Muye stood in front of the porthole, looking ahead, above the big river, filled with water vapor.

In today's Profound Sky, there are mountains and rivers enshrined by righteous gods everywhere, and Shinto and Confucianism divide up the power of people and incense.

The same is true, Taoism and other sects of practice, will have the heart of rebellion.

The foundation of practice has been disintegrated, how can we not be in a hurry?

"Gongsun Qingfeng greets Mr. Muye." A middle-aged swordsman wearing a green robe and carrying a sword wrapped in grey cloth bowed to Han Muye.

The descendant of Gongsun Shu, the first swordsman of the royal family.

Gongsun Shu made a breakthrough outside the realm, and his cultivation base was already at the top of Tianxuan's side.

A few years ago, Gongsun Shu returned to Zhongzhou and swept away, pacifying the chaos several times.

It was just a chaotic battle outside the world, and Gongsun Shu left again to fight outside the world.

Gongsun Qingfeng's cultivation base also has the eighth level of Tianjing Yuanying, and is one of the strongest members of the younger generation of the Gongsun family.

He is Cloud Satin's bodyguard.

Yun Duan is the crown prince, and has the name Xuanyang Wei Tianhu, but in fact, his own cultivation base has little combat power.

It's just that no one dares to offend.

Han Muye glanced at Gongsun Qingfeng, nodded and said, "With your cultivation, protecting Yun Duan is enough."

"But this time to the East China Sea, there are many swordsmen, don't care about the outcome, don't have the heart to win."

Jianxiu is arrogant, Donghai Jianxiu is arrogant, if Gongsun Qingfeng competes with those Jianxiu and forgets his responsibilities, it will not be a good thing.

"Don't worry, sir, Gongsun Qingfeng knows his responsibilities." Gongsun Qingfeng handed over.

He walked out of the cabin, and when he got to the deck, he saw the prince Yun Duan and the sword tiger Huang Zhihu sitting side by side, eating spiritual fruit.

Jianhu Huangzhihu is the righteous daughter of Mr. Makino, and she is very good at swordsmanship.

Huang Zhihu had challenged Gongsun Qingfeng, but under the circumstance of suppressing his cultivation, Gongsun Qingfeng had no chance of winning.

"Have you met my foster father?" Huang Zhihu turned his head and looked at Gongsun Qingfeng and said, "Brother Gongsun, why don't you discuss with him?"

Han Muye and Lu Yuzhou's brothers were equal to each other, and they were extremely senior in the imperial city.

Whether it is Qin Suyang or Yan Zhenqing, these semi-sacred powerhouses are all friends with his peers.

In this way, Huang Zhihu's seniority has also caused many people a headache.

Fortunately, Huang Zhihu is also clever, and when he encounters people with high cultivation, he is called by his peers, and he can solve a lot of embarrassment with a single word, and he is also close.

Lu Yang is like that.

"I admire Mr. Muye's Confucianism and Taoism. As for Kendo, I haven't seen it before." Gongsun Qingfeng shook his head and said softly.

Hearing his words, Huang Zhihu smiled: "My adoptive father is known as a swordsman exiled in Western Xinjiang."

"Back then, he slashed the walls of the sky with one sword, and opened the gates of heaven with his sword."

The sword opens the gate of heaven?

Gongsun Qingfeng was taken aback.

Yun Duan turned her head and said, "The Nine Profound Sword Sect Han Muye in the Western Border?"

Speaking of this, she widened her eyes: "Han Muye, exiled from swordsmanship, Muye, master of alchemy, and, he is still, still the head of the White Deer Mountain Academy..."

Han Muye's identity is no secret, and up to now, anyone with a heart can find out.

Han Muye, the exiled immortal of swordsmanship in the Western Xinjiang.

Grandmaster Han Mu, the head of the Bailu Mountain Academy in Shuxi County.

The famous imperial city, Dan Tao and Confucian Taoism are both unique, Guan Jiangkou seals the Confucian Taoist monk Muye.

The three have no intersection, but they are also known as identities that move the world.

Each of them has unparalleled talent and unimaginable cultivation.

"Exiled from swordsmanship?" Gongsun Qingfeng's eyes gleamed, and he said solemnly: "When the Western Border opened the gate of heaven, you could go with a sword, but I didn't have the chance to go there. If I could—"

Having said this, he paused, remembering what Han Muye said just now.

There are countless swordsmen in the East China Sea, and they cannot be easily challenged.

"We'll talk about pacifying the East China Sea."

...

Ten large ships, a total of 3,000 Xuanyang Guards, 10,000 Scarlet Flame Army, and dozens of Confucianism and Lingdao monks.

Each of these great monks is the cultivation base of Jindan and even the realm of heaven.

Most of them are master swordsmen.

After all, it's going to the East China Sea, so what if you don't go to a kendo master?

Swordsmanship claims to be able to break through all methods with one sword. How can practitioners of ordinary techniques go to the East China Sea to calm down the turmoil?

Han Muye retreated on the top floor of the flagship, and everything else was arranged by Yun Duan and Huang Zhihu.

The two of them practiced in the reserve commander's camp, and they were very skilled in marching and setting up.

Apart from the limited chaos in the first few days, everything was well organized after that.

Huang Zhihu, in particular, was tested in the Mysterious Realm of Myriad Demons in the Southern Wilderness when he was a child, and he dealt with powerful people of all ethnic groups. Later, in the White Deer Mountain Academy, his intelligence and skills were first-class.

In the Imperial City Academy, Huang Zhihu was alone, trying to break out the reputation of Zhihu.

The Sword Tiger in Xuanyang Guard was even louder.

Before leaving the imperial city, Cuicui and Shao Datian whispered that they were not worried that Huangzhihu would suffer.

The fleet sailed down the river, five thousand miles a day.

In Han Muye's cabin, several phantoms bowed and stood.

These phantoms have the spiritual light of Shinto practitioners flashing.

The water pulse is God.

Going down the river, Han Muye brought in all the mountains and rivers along the way.

"Sir, in front of Yunshen Gorge, there are three thousand sect practitioners ambushing." A mountain god in golden armor said in a deep voice.

"Mr. Zhi, the Daomen and the magic cultivators in the eight southeastern counties have already acted, and there is a tendency to be besieged." The speaker was Qi Ziyu, who was named the god of water at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

30,000 miles ahead was Guanjiangkou, and Qi Ziyu had already received an edict from Han Muye.

The land of the eight counties in the southeast was consecrated by Han Muye, which directly broke the general trend of Taoism.

Many of these sects had to move elsewhere.

When the Daoist struggle broke out, there were countless Daoist sects that rebelled secretly and secretly in the eight southeastern counties.

It's just that Tianxuan's general trend is in Confucianism and Taoism, and these rebellious sects are only yang and yin.

Until the battle between True Monarch Xuanming and Muyang, the semi-sage king of Confucianism and Taoism, the overall situation of Tianxuan changed, and there were traces of the rise of Taoism.

"Sir, Southeast Daomen regards this interception as a major event in the rise of Daomen, and several real monarchs are connected in series."

Qi Ziyu looked at Han Muye and said worriedly, "It is said that the True Monarch Xuanming will also be in charge."

interception.

From the time the mission was announced, the interception was already doomed.

If the East China Sea is fixed, there will be no ups and downs in the overall situation of Xuan Tian, ​​and when the East China Sea Jianxiu is led back to attack Zhongzhou, the Daomen will not be able to stop it.

This time, the one who went to the East China Sea was the prince Yun Duan, the great master of Confucianism and Taoism, Mu Ye.

The crown prince Yun Duan represents the majesty of the Tianxuan royal family, and Muye once conferred the gods at the mouth of the river, breaking the general trend of the southeast gate.

No matter which one of these two stays in the southeast, Tianxuan's luck will be cut off.

In order to intercept them, the Southeast Daomen had already come out in full force.

"True Monarch Xuanming?" Han Muye's expression remained unchanged.

To be able to defeat the semi-sacred God Transformation True Monarch, his strength is of course tyrannical.

To be able to change the general trend of the Profound Sky in one battle, this one also has great luck in his body.

It's just that, having been to Broken Star Island, seeing the world's top Heavenly Venerate, seeing the scenery of the last three days, seeing the besieging and killing of the army outside the dam, and seeing Tianxuan and these Taoist True Monarchs, I really don't like it.

"What's going on with Lu Yang's arrangement?" Han Muye turned to look at a man in black robe standing beside him.

"Mr. Hui, the commander has already mobilized 3 million Chiyan Army, and 100,000 Xuanyang Guards, just waiting for your order."

The black-robed man bowed and clasped his fists.

His cultivation is at the seventh level of leaving the body, and he is enshrined in Xuanyang Guard.

His task was to contact Lu Yang, the commander of Xuanyang Guard, to convey the news of Mr. Muye.

Originally, he was somewhat resistant to the fact that a great Confucian and Taoist master would dispatch himself to make such offerings.

But what Lu Yang told him was really shocking.

Xuanyang Guard recruited 30% of the elite, the Imperial City Red Flame Army's three million troops were on standby at any time, and all the powerhouses above the heavenly realm were waiting for the order of Mr. Makino.

Isn't this Grand Master Muye the Grand Master of Confucianism and Taoism? How can he be qualified to mobilize all Xuanyang Guards and Chiyan Army?

In the world, the only people who can have such power are Prime Minister Wen and Marquis Wu, right?

Han Muye waved his hand and everyone exited the cabin.

Everyone looked at each other and dispersed.

In the cabin, Han Muye got up slowly, his clothes turned into pure white martial suits, with tight cuffs and a jade belt around his waist.

In the back, the sword box is slanted.

From this moment, he is the sword repairer Han Muye.

Han Muye, the exiled immortal of kendo in the Western Xinjiang.

Whether it is Confucianism or Taoism, it is the means of his cultivation.

Just like Tao Ran's ancestor, alchemy and reading are all for the sword in his hand to become stronger.

"Ugh-"

Ahead, the horn sounded.

On the deck, Xuanyang Guard and Chiyan Army spread out instantly, and the red and black reflected each other like a charcoal fire.

The boats lined up and the waves swelled.

Yunshen Gorge is in sight.

"Southeast Daomen Chongming Guan held a banquet in Yunshen Gorge, and invited Prince Yun Duan and Grand Master Muye to visit—"

In the void, a voice sounded.

Heaven and earth shook, and the river stopped.

This is the suppression of the power of heaven and earth, which is similar to the performance of Taoism.

But now is an opportunity for Taoism, and the semi-holy Taoist realm can't take advantage of it.

Not a semi-holy, but a heavenly realm, a top-notch heavenly realm cultivator.

Get off the horse.

As a result, the top celestial realm overhaul shot, and the meaning of shock is obvious.

On the deck, Gongsun Qingfeng pressed the hilt of the sword.

All the Xuanyang Guards and the Chiyan Army were also ready to fight.

"This matter, can't be better..." An old man wearing a Taoist robe stood above the third-floor cabin and spoke softly.

On him, there is the power of the great cultivator of the heavenly realm surging.

"Hey, the Southeast Daomen has become so arrogant, even the prince dares to block the way when he inspects the East China Sea." Another big man wearing a black robe and carrying two swords had a worried look on his face.

There are many practitioners around them, all with solemn expressions.

Originally, they entered the East China Sea to protect the prince.

According to their imagination, all the difficulties are in the East China Sea.

Whether it's sword repair or the rampant spirit armor monster clan, it's all about the East China Sea.

But who would have thought that, only 50,000 miles from the imperial city, the Southeastern Daomen dared to block the road on the river.

This is to ignore the majesty of the Tianxuan Dynasty!

"Hmph, regardless of the general trend of Daoism, the southeastern Daomen should be destroyed!" A master master wearing a Confucian robe snorted coldly, and his body was full of arrogance.

The others looked at each other, but did not answer.

Before the Daoist struggle, the Confucian and Daoist masters suppressed Tianxuan, and the Southeast Daomen could be destroyed with a single word.

When Daoism is fighting, the power of great power is not displayed, and the masters of Confucianism and Daoism are all outside the sky. What can we use to destroy Daoism in the southeast?

"Wait for Grandmaster Muye to decide." Someone shook his head and said in a low voice.

During this tour of the East China Sea, it was said that the prince was the leader of the team, but it was actually Grand Master Muye who was in charge.

All things are decided by Grand Master Muye.

When the Great Grandmaster retreated, he was also in charge of Sword Tiger Huangzhihu.

It's just that the great masters of Confucianism and Taoism can compete with the powerhouses of Taoism in the southeast?

Wang Muyang was a semi-sage, but they all returned from defeat.

On the deck, Yun Duan, who was standing in front of him, turned to look at Huang Zhihu: "Zhihu, what do you think your righteous father will do?"

How did your adoptive father cope?

Huang Zhihu pondered, and after a while, shook his head and said, "Based on what I know about him, if he was in the Western Border, he would have already killed him with a single sword."

Speaking of this, she said with a smile: "But in the western border, no one dares to face the kendo immortal like this."

In Xijiang, who would dare to block the way of Han Muye, who was exiled from the swordsmanship?

court death.

Yun Duan opened his mouth, looked forward, and sighed: "Unfortunately, this is not the Western Border."

The situation of that night appeared in her mind, she lowered her head and looked at the water surface: "Here, there is only the great Confucian Muye, Confucianism and Taoism, not kendo—"

"call out--"

The sword light started, and the sound of sword whistling interrupted Yun Duan's words.

A cyan long sword flew out from the cabin on the top floor of the big ship, turned into a sword light of ten thousand feet, and slashed in the void.

"boom--"

The sword light wrapped in the sword energy, roared and vibrated, and broke into the Yunshen Gorge, which was three hundred miles away.

One sword cold light three hundred miles!

Without a word, the sword is the answer!

On the deck, Yun Duan widened his eyes and clenched his fists.

He, that's what he is!

Behind Yun Duan, Gongsun Qingfeng's shoulders trembled with his hand on the hilt of the sword, and his eyes shone brightly.

This sword is too strong!

It's not that the three hundred miles of sword light is strong, but that this sword is cut out. Three hundred miles away, there are countless sword lights and auras, and none of them can block it!

There are countless cultivators in the Southeast Daomen, but no one can stop this sword!

The world's best swordsman!

Gongsun Qingfeng suddenly remembered that when his uncle came back, he once said that among Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism, there was a great sword cultivator who was so powerful that he was not inferior to him.

Gongsun Qingfeng thought that what Gongsun was talking about was Qin Suyang.

At this time, Gongsun Qingfeng just realized that what Gongsun said was clearly the great master of Muye, the exiled immortal of swordsmanship in the Western Xinjiang, Han Muye!

"boom--"

The sword light moved forward like a dragon, and countless sword lights collided with the spiritual light, but they couldn't stop it at all.

The momentum of this sword enshrouded the great fortune of mountains and rivers.

Three hundred miles away, on the Yunshen Gorge, an old man in a tunic bowed his head: "Tao Wusi, the true god of Yunshen Gorge, thanks Mr. Dao for the sword!"

Sword of the Road.

This sword is the gathering of the power of Tianxuan Shendao, which envelops the power of all Shendao practitioners up and down the river.

The sword light fell, and the curved and narrow Yunshen Gorge collapsed into a wide water area.

The power of mountains and rivers.

Han Muye stood on top of the cabin, watching the sword light dissipate indifferently.

This is meditation.

He didn't put much effort into this sword, but no one could stop it.

Because this sword gathers the power of the Divine Dao up and down the river, it attracts the power of the water veins that have been gathered for countless years.

The water potential can be urgent or slow, gathering energy to destroy the sky and destroy the earth.

No matter how strong those Daoist cultivators were, they couldn't stop this sword that was compatible with the Profound Heavenly Dao.

Han Muye somewhat understood where Wen Mosheng's strength came from.

Consistent with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, it evokes the power of endless heaven and earth, and the voice of text and ink is hidden deeper than I thought.

"boom--"

After a sword, Yunshenxia disappeared.

The water force rushed forward, causing the water flow on the big river to surging, directly crossing the wide water surface.

Daomen invited to a banquet?

The Yunshen Gorge is gone, how can we hold a banquet?

This is attitude!

As long as you waste a few words, you will look down on your Southeast Daomen.

Whether you are entertaining or setting an ambush?

I only have one sword to go!

The river is mighty, and ten large ships flow eastward.

On the deck, the Xuanyang Guards and the soldiers of the Chiyan Army in black armor were all excited.

Yun Duan clenched her fists, her face flushed, her eyes blurred: "He, he's amazing..."

On the side, Huang Zhihu proudly watched the turbulence of the water, and chuckled lightly: "Of course, this is my foster father."

The big monks who stopped at the top of the cabin were dumbfounded.

"Grandmaster Muye also cultivates swords?" The great monk with two swords murmured.

Most of the Confucian and Taoist practitioners are long robes and big sleeves.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Hmph, scholars carry swords, my generation of Confucian cultivators must uphold the way of heaven, and of course we can't just talk." A great cultivator in a Confucian robe stood up and took out a long sword and hung it around his waist.

The other Confucian and Taoist practitioners also had more ease and smiles on their faces.

"Unfortunately, if Grand Master Muye can recite poetry and dance swords, then it will be really a happy thing." Someone muttered.

Poems and swords?

Those spiritual practitioners all shook their heads.

These Confucian and Taoist practitioners are really stupid.

Cultivation is one step at a time, and fighting is one sword and one sword. It cannot be taken lightly.

Still reciting poetry and dancing swords, is it really a poetry party on a painting boat outside the imperial city to fight the enemy?

These Confucian and Taoist monks who have been in the imperial city for a long time, no longer know the difficulty of cultivation and the suffering of the world.

"boom--"

Ahead, there was a roar in the void.

Everyone raised their heads, and their expressions slowly turned solemn.

The roar was like thunder, causing the sky to change, which was a sign of the great monk coming in anger.

Destroying Yunshen Gorge with one sword, the Daomen monk in the southeast will definitely not be watching.

I hope Grandmaster Muye can stop it...

"I Chongmingguan kindly held a banquet, and the prince and the great master actually killed them with one sword. Is there really no one in my Taoist school?"

The sound in the void is like a surge, causing the clouds to roll.

Yuntao turned into a pair of big hands, intercepting the river by the waist, like the water of a long river pouring backwards.

The forward ship paused, and then began to retreat.

The soldiers on the deck stood still, but their faces were pale.

In front of such a mighty force, they are like tiny ants, life and death are not in their hands.

The big monks in the cabin have all stood up, and there is aura intertwined and circulated on their bodies.

Just waiting for the order of Grandmaster Makino, they will do their best.

"The deity is going to reverse the world today, and the river will flow back, let the world know that today's Confucianism and Taoism are powerless-"

The sound vibrated in the void, resounding thousands of miles.

Countless strong spiritual thoughts fell here.

"Haha, that Grand Master Muye has always been arrogant. He thought that when he was conferred a god and the Taoist sect gave way, he can still let the Taoist sect retreat now, but he doesn't know that today's Taoist sect is so powerful."

"It is also said that Confucian and Taoist practitioners are cautious. This Grand Master Muye has practiced swords, and he will shoot if he disagrees. Who set up this game? In exchange for a few thousand low-level practitioners from Chongmingguan, a shot is made. machine?"

Spiritual thoughts are intertwined, and countless powerhouses are paying attention. In today's game, Daoism is in control.