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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Gongsun Qingfeng is also one of the strongest among the descendants of the Gongsun family.

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He is Cloud Satin's bodyguard.

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

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It's just that no one dared to offend.

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

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"However, going to the East China Sea, there are a lot of sword cultivators, don't worry about the outcome, don't have the heart to win."

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

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"Don't worry, sir, Gongsun Qingfeng knows his responsibilities." Gongsun Qingfeng cupped his hands and said.

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He walked out of the cabin, and when he got to the deck, he saw the Crown Prince Yun Duan and the Sword Tiger Yellow Fat Tiger sitting side by side, eating a spiritual fruit.

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Jianhu Huangzhihu is Mr. Makino's righteous daughter, and she is very good at swordsmanship.

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

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

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

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

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

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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 and get close to him with a single word.

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Lu Yang is like that.

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"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.

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

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

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The sword opens the gate of heaven?

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Gongsun Qingfeng was taken aback.

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

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

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Han Muye's identity is not a secret, and up to now, anyone with a heart can find out.

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

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

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The famous imperial city, Dan Dao and Confucianism and Daoism are both unique, and the Confucian and Daoist monk Muye of Guanjiangkou is conferred a god.

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The three have little overlap, but they are also known as identities that move the world.

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Each of them has unparalleled talent and unimaginable cultivation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Most of them are master swordsmen.

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After all, we are heading to the East China Sea, so what if we don't go to a kendo master?

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Swordsmanship is said 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 the turmoil?

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

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

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

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

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

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The Sword Tiger in Xuanyang Guard is even louder.

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

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

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

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These phantoms have the spiritual light of Shinto practitioners flashing.

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The water pulse is righteous.

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

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"Sir, in front of Yunshen Gorge, there are three thousand sect practitioners set up in ambush." ​​A mountain **** in golden armor said in a deep voice.

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

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30,000 miles ahead is Guanjiangkou, where Qi Ziyu received an edict from Han Muye long ago.

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

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Many of these sects had to move elsewhere.

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

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

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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.

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

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

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Intercept.

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

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

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

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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.

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

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In order to intercept them, the Southeastern Daomen had already rushed out.

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

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

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

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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 siege by the army outside the dam, and seeing Tianxuan and other Taoist True Monarchs, I really don't like it.

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"How's the arrangement on Lu Yang's side?" Han Muye turned to look at a black-robed man standing beside him.

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"Mr. Hui's words, the commander has already mobilized 3 million Red Flame Army, and 100,000 Xuanyang Guards, just waiting for your order."

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The man in black robe bowed and clasped his fists.

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

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

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

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But what Lu Yang told him was really shocking.

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Xuan Yangwei recruited 30% of the elites, the Imperial City Red Flame Army's 3 million army was on standby at any time, and all the powerhouses above the heavenly realm were waiting for the battle, just waiting for Mr. Makino's order.

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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?

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

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Han Muye waved his hand and everyone exited the cabin.

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Everyone looked at each other and dispersed.

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In the cabin, Han Muye got up slowly, the clothes on his body turned into pure white military uniform, the cuffs were tight and the jade belt around his waist was tied tightly.

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Behind, the sword box is slanted.

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

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

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

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Just like Patriarch Tao Ran, alchemy, reading, all for the sword in his hand, to become stronger.

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"Ugh—"

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Ahead, the horn sounded.

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

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The big boats are lined up, and the waves are surging.

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Yunshen Gorge is in sight.

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

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In the void, a voice sounded.

The world shook, and the river stopped.

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

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

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

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Get off Mawei.

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At first, it was the top celestial realm overhaul, which was obviously shocking.

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

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All the Xuanyang Guards and the Chiyan Army were also in full preparation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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But who would have thought that the southeastern Daomen dared to block the road above the river after only 50,000 miles out of the imperial city.

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This is to ignore the majesty of the Tianxuan Dynasty!

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"Hmph, disregarding the general trend of Daoism, the Daomen in the southeast should be destroyed!" A master master in a Confucian robe snorted coldly, with awe-inspiring energy surging on his body.

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The others looked at each other, but didn't answer.

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

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

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

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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.

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All things are decided by Grand Master Muye.

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When the great master was in retreat, he was also in charge of Sword Tiger Huangzhihu.

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But, can the great masters of Confucianism and Taoism compete with the powerhouses of Taoism in the southeast?

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

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On the deck, Yun Duan, who was standing in front, turned to look at Huang Zhihu: "Zhihu, tell me, how will your adoptive father deal with it?"

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How did your adoptive father deal with it?

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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."

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Speaking of this, she smiled and said, "But in the western border, no one dares to face the kendo exile like this."

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

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Looking for death.

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

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The situation 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—"

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"Hey—"

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

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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.

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"Boom—"

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

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With one sword, the cold light is 300 miles away!

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Without saying a word, the sword is the answer!

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

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He, that's what he is!

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Behind Yun Duan, Gongsun Qingfeng, who was holding the hilt of the sword, trembled, and his eyes shone brightly.

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This sword is too strong!

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

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

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The world's best swordsman!

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

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

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

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"Boom—"

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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.

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

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Three hundred miles away, on Yunshen Gorge, an old man in a robe bowed, "Yunshen Gorge's righteous **** Tao Wusi thanks Mr. Dao for the sword!"

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The sword of the avenue.

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

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

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The power of mountains and rivers.

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

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This is meditation.

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With this sword, he didn't use much strength, but no one could stop it.

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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.

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

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No matter how strong those Daoist cultivators are, they can't stop this sword that is compatible with the Profound Heavenly Dao.

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

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

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"Boom—"

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After a sword, Yunshen Gorge disappeared.

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

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Daomen invited to a banquet?

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

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This is the attitude!

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As long as you waste more than a word, you will look down on your Southeast Daomen.

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Whether you are entertaining or setting an ambush?

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I only need one sword to go!

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

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

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

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On the side, Huang Zhihu proudly looked at the turbulent water, and said with a chuckle, "Of course, this is my foster father."

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

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"Grandmaster Muye also cultivates swords?" The great cultivator with two swords on his back murmured.

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Confucianism and Taoism practitioners, most of them have long robes and big sleeves, and are good at talking, but I have never seen anyone who cultivates swords!

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

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"Hmph, scholars carry swords, and Confucian cultivators of our generation 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.

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

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"Unfortunately, if Grandmaster Muye can sing poetry and dance swords, then it would be a real pleasure." Someone muttered.

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Reciting poetry and dancing swords?

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Those spiritual practitioners shook their heads.

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These Confucian and Taoist practitioners are really stupid at reading.

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

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

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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.

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"Boom—"

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Ahead, there was a roaring sound from the void.

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

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

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If one sword destroys the Yunshen Gorge, the big monk of the southeastern Daomen will definitely not be watching.

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I hope Grand Master Makino can stop it...

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

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The sound in the void is like a surge, UU reading www. uukanshu.com caused the clouds to roll.

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

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The big ship that was going ahead paused, and then began to retreat.

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

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

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The big monks in the cabin have all stood up, and there is aura interweaving around them.

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Just waiting for Grandmaster Makino's order, they will give it their all.

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"The deity is going to reverse the world today, and the river will flow backwards, so that everyone in the world will know that today's Confucianism and Taoism are powerless—"

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

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Countless strong spiritual thoughts fell here.

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

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"It is also said that Confucianism and Taoism 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 of Chongmingguan, a shot is made. machine?"

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

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