The heart of a star is worthy of the great cultivator.

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But when these great monks compete for the heart of the stars, the power that escapes can turn thousands of miles into pieces.

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Jin Kun raised his head with a nervous expression on his face.

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Behind him are hundreds of thousands of various wood demons and monsters.

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They are now gathered on a green meadow within a radius of only a few dozen miles. The grass is suspended and slowly lifted into the air.

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Below, the sea water of the Endless Sea swallowed up the last star fragments, causing a raging turmoil.

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On the surface of the water, powerful monsters rushed up, trying to catch up with Jin Kun and the others, and drag them back to the endless sea.

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More celestial monsters roared and crashed into the heart of the stars.

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"Let's go."

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Han Muye turned his head to look at Jin Kun and the others, and then the power surged from his feet, and the green grass in a radius of dozens of miles slowly rose, and then went into the distance.

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Behind him, countless monsters chased after him.

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"Fellow Daoist Muye, you, don't you go grab the heart of the stars?" Jin Kun looked at the shining spiritual bead and said in a low voice.

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This is a great treasure.

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For practitioners, the heart of the stars is a treasure that can help them to practice without worry for countless years to come.

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No one will not be moved by such a treasure.

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Hearing Jin Kun's words, Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.

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"It's okay, let them grab it for a while."

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After speaking, he mobilized the power of the wood demon to control this side of the grass and fly away.

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After traveling thousands of miles, the monsters behind him have caught up.

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Several hideous-looking big demons rushed towards the wood demon on the grass.

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The demonic qi rolled into the clouds, and the **** qi made people nauseous.

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This is a group of ferocious and violent monsters!

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In front of these fierce big demons, the wood demons and demon beasts on the green grass could only shiver, their bodies limp.

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Not all living beings have the strength to fight, nor do they have the cultivation base to be able to exert themselves.

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At this time, the reactions of these wood demons and monsters are what low-level creatures should have.

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In the cultivation world, the pressure of the great cultivator has dropped, and it is only the reality that countless low-level creatures die.

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There are only a few who can go against the sky in front of the great cultivator.

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"Blindfolded."

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Han Muye drank lowly.

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Jin Kun nodded, raised his hand, used his magical powers, and swayed countless golden leaves.

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This time, all the leaves are not to block the eyes of the big monster in the endless sea, but to block the wood monsters and monsters on the grass.

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"Clansmen, do your best!" Jin Kun shouted.

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The golden leaves blocked their eyes, and these monsters and wood demons couldn't see anything.

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If you can't see it, it's fine. If you can't see it, don't be afraid.

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The blindfolded supernatural power can not only make the creatures whose eyes are covered cannot see the front, but also cover the pressure.

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According to what was negotiated before, at this moment, all the wood demons and monsters slammed their magical powers and spells into the position behind them.

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The flying branches and leaves, the scattered petals, the thorns, the thorns...

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These methods are very low-level.

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It's the same, the lethality is not strong.

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But there are hundreds of thousands of wood demons and monsters on the grass in the area of ​​dozens of miles!

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"Boom—"

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The thin leaves just knocked out a roar.

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The soft petals are like gold and iron, and they can cut through the flesh and bones of the big demon.

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Those wooden thorns, one broke, another one, one after another, without end...

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When the golden leaves in front of the blindfold disappeared, and all the wood demons and monsters opened their eyes to see, they were stunned.

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The back is empty.

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The big monsters that were originally chasing disappeared without a trace.

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You, repelled those big demons?

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It's just the aura that fell on you, what's going on?

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Jin Kun's stiff body slowly eased, and he let out a sigh of relief.

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The method mentioned by Daoist Makino is really useful.

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Ahead, Han Muye had a smile on his face.

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Even if these wood demons and monsters are pitifully weak, they are still demons who have cultivated for thousands of years.

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Even if these wood demons and demon beasts attacked individually like a ticklish itch, and hundreds of thousands of them gathered together, they would still be able to scratch their confidants.

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He watched with his own eyes the big demons who were chasing after them, and their bodies were pierced by leaves.

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The bones and fur of those big demons were all torn, smashed, and finally turned into nothingness.

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This blow is the out-of-body repair major, and he doesn't dare to take it hard.

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After one blow, the monsters in the endless sea in the distance plunged into the sea water, not daring to show their heads for a long time.

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There were cheers from the green ground, Jin Kun looked excited, and led a group of monsters to Yuhongxing.

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Han Muye looked at him and said, "Do you understand?"

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Jin Kun hurriedly nodded and said, "I understand that when encountering a strong enemy, I will cover my eyes with my magical powers, and then gather my strength to strike."

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He didn't expect this method to be so useful.

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With this method, they, the demon race, are more than capable of protecting themselves.

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Han Muye nodded and sorted out the sword case he was carrying, and then straightened his clothes lightly.

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The movements are gentle, as if going to a banquet.

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Jin Kun looked at his movements and said hurriedly, "Fellow Daoist Pastor, you are—"

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Han Muye chuckled lightly, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and said softly, "How could the heart of the stars be given to outsiders?"

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His voice fell, and he flew up.

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Stepping out, Han Muye had sword light and water vapor condensing on his body.

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His eyes showed the meaning of killing, and the strong fighting spirit on his body turned into reality.

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Thousands of miles away, a Spirit Orb shines, and thousands of feet away from the Spirit Orb, dozens of cultivators from other places, the great monsters in the endless sea, are all fighting for it with all their strength.

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In the battle for the overhaul of the heavens, the mountains and rivers will be shattered with one blow.

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Even under the suppression of the endless sea battle, these Heavenly Realm overhauls are still a group of top powerhouses in the world.

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The turbid waves are surging, the broken clouds are rolling, and between the thousands of feet of water and clouds, the demonic energy, the spiritual energy, and the demonic energy collide, escaping toward the surroundings.

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In this battle, there is no power of heaven, let alone participation, not even the qualifications to watch the battle.

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"Om—"

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At this moment, an exotic sword cultivator shook his sword softly.

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He was stunned for a moment, turned his head, looked into the distance, and his spiritual sense instantly swept thousands of miles away.

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Thousands of miles away, a young man wearing a white robe and carrying a sword box on his back stepped on the waves, his hands drooping, and he took a step.

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Sword repair.

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A sword cultivator who can make his sword sense when he is thousands of miles away!

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At this moment, not only the foreign kendo cultivator felt the sensation, but other great cultivators who were vying for the heart of the stars also turned their heads.

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Han Muye's fighting spirit was too strong, and the power that motivated them had feedback.

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Human swordsman?

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"Ignorance child, I don't know whether to live or die." A big monster with a height of three feet, four arms on his back, a face like an ape, laughed wildly, and the long knife in his four palms flashed with spirit.

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This light has been transformed into Sen Han's sword intent, and with just a slight dance, the void can be slashed open.

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This heavenly monster is actually a strong man who has cultivated the Dao of the Blade to the highest realm.

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Han Muye moved very fast, but within a hundred li, he was already within a hundred miles.

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The four-armed monster didn't wait any longer, and flew for a hundred miles in a flash.

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The tyrannical demon light instantly enveloped Han Muye, and the tyrannical sword light slashed down at the head.

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A knife is inherently tyrannical and difficult to tame.

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The training sword light slashed through the void and came directly toward the center of Han Muye's eyebrows.

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There was a sinister smile on the distorted face of the big demon.

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Sword cultivators in the world are all hard bones, and cutting such bones with a knife can be called fun.

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Han Muye raised his head.

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His eyes were opposite to this great monster.

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From the eyes of this big demon, he saw arrogance, caution, and gloom.

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Complicated thoughts are intertwined.

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From his stable state of mind and the sublimation of his soul power, Han Muye can see through more things.

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For example, the human heart.

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This knife is very false.

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The other three knives are the surest way to kill.

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This big demon pulled away to kill himself, not only to show his combat power, but also to jump out of the battle circle, preparing for the fisherman to benefit.

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However, Han Muye saw too many changes when Dao came to his head.

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At this moment, in his heart there is the joy that the mist has been peeled away.

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After all calculations, it is not as sharp as a sword in the hand!

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If you have a sword in your heart and a sword in your hand, why bother?

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To meet the enemy, draw your sword!

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"Curachi—"

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Qing Ming unsheathed it, holding it with his right hand, with the blade lightly twisted.

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The tyrannical sword light that slashed the sky and the earth collided with the blade, as if slashing in soft water, slowly slowing down.

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The power of water veins can be combined with all forces!

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The four-armed monster's expression did not change, as if he had expected that he would not be able to defeat the enemy with one knife, and the other three arms led the long knife, two horizontal and one vertical, and slashed!

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quick!

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The light of the knife is dim, and there is only one quick word.

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The world is sharp, but one is fast!

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"Good swordsmanship!"

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Thousands of miles away, an old man with a sword in his hand let out a low voice.

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With such a quick slash, it was too late to even dodge under the fifth level of the Nascent Soul of the Heavenly Realm.

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This four-armed monster is really the essence of the practice of one of the swords he masters.

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"In the end, it is a family of four-armed flying monkeys that is hard to find in the world. They have inherited the sword technique since ancient times." A thin old man wearing a Taoist robe said in a low voice.

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Most of the people who come here today to compete for the heart of the stars are from other places, in order to get a chance in the Taoism struggle.

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These people are fighting endlessly today, and maybe they will become allies in the future.

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After all, it is a major cultivation of the heavens, and being able to learn more about other people's cultivation methods and observe more battles of the same level will be beneficial to their cultivation and the improvement of their combat power.

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"That kid shouldn't be able to take this knife." A kendo heavenly realm with a long sword on his back shook his head.

This knife is too fast.

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If it wasn't for the divine sense to capture and watch the battle from a distance, most of them in the overhaul of the heavenly realm would think that they couldn't stop this sword.

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When Han Muye saw the light of the sword approaching, he moved slightly.

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Can't take it.

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It's not that I can't take it, it's that I'm not ready to take this knife at all.

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Coming to fight today, the fighting spirit penetrates the sky, how can it be spent like this?

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Han Muye stabbed the Qingming sword forward in his hand, and walked with the sword, his movements seemed to be very slow, but it was half a point faster than the sword light.

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What the knife light shattered was just his afterimage.

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The sword light condensed into a line, penetrating a hundred zhang, and rubbed the arm of the four-armed monster lightly.

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"Thorn—"

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An arm fell.

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Han Muye's figure appeared a hundred feet away.

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He stretched out his hand and dropped the long knife held in his arm.

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Starting with the knife, it is heavy.

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This knife is at least 10,000 catties, the hilt is no more than ten feet long, and the blade is two feet long.

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Sword Qi penetrated into the blade, and pictures appeared in Han Muye's mind.

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Thousands of tempering, blood refining and polishing, a long knife like this takes hundreds of years to take shape.

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After the four-armed flying ape clan masters got this knife, they need to be nurtured for another hundred years before they succeed.

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Their warm nourishment is soaked in blood, and the blood temperature is not cold.

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A hundred years of raising a knife will kill 100,000 souls!

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In the picture Han Muye saw, there was a lot of killing. The violent and gloomy Four-Handed Flying Ape clan cultivates strong people, all of which raise Gu and kill each other.

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Those who could get four such long swords were all killed from among hundreds of their peers.

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This group, the weak eat the strong.

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Holding the long saber in his hand, Han Muye raised his head and looked at the four-armed flying ape powerhouse named Hetuo in front of him.

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In this group, there is not a single person whose hands are not covered in blood.

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At this moment, there was a sound of inhalation from a hundred miles away.

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With Han Muye's illusory sword, his body flew a hundred feet and the arm of the flying ape was broken. How many people can have such means?

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"This son, cruel..." A big man in half-length black armor showed a solemn expression on his face.

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Brutal?

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Who can cultivate to the realm of heaven, who is not cruel?

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Many great cultivators smiled and watched quietly.

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A hundred miles away, Han Muye's long sword was raised again.

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The four-armed flying ape Daxiu Hetuo, who had one broken arm, looked gloomy, blood was left on the broken arm, and the sword light flashed in the other three arms.

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A face-to-face with a broken arm, he has never met such a swordsman.

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At this moment, he felt fear in his heart.

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But when he saw Han Muye raise his sword, the last trace of reason in his heart disappeared.

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kill!

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Only by killing the sword cultivator in front of him can he be ashamed of his hatred!

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The three long knives triggered the water waves, and the light of the knives quietly attacked Han Muye in the cloud.

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This time, the light of the knife is not only fast, it is also in harmony with the sea water, and it is silent!

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Once the water is cut off, the water flow is saved!

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This knife, enter the Dao!

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Han Muye's eyes lit up, he chuckled lightly, and thrust his sword out.

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He just used the power of his soul to provoke the opponent to shoot, just to see this knife!

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Draw a knife and cut off the water.

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This four-armed flying ape monster named Hetuo has cultivated the swordsmanship inherited from the family group to the extreme, and has his own insights.

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This sword technique, Han Muye comprehended in the picture, but he wanted to see it with his own eyes.

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The light of the sword and the cloud of water merged, and they reappeared three feet behind Han Muye, quietly stabbing down like a sword.

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Three long knives with soft light.

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Lifting weights as lightly as possible.

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If it wasn't for the great battles, and the world's powerhouses gathered, how could Han Muye have the opportunity to fight against such powerhouses?

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A smile appeared on Han Muye's face, the Qingming sword was reversed, and the sword's edge blocked the sword behind him.

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With his left hand, the purple flame sword wrapped in golden aura flipped back, and a part of his arm fell again.

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Four-armed flying ape, only two arms are left!

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Hetuo roared in fear, and his body retreated crazily.

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A hundred miles away, the bodies of those great monsters in the heavenly realm were stiff.

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The confrontation between the electric, light and flint is a short-handed battle, and the outcome is too fast.

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From Hetuo's fight against Han Muye, to the moment when his arms were cut off, the whole process took less than ten breaths.

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A great cultivator with an unparalleled cultivation of the Dao of the Sword in the Heaven Realm, just like that.

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Seeing the frantic Hetuo fleeing, Han Muye shook his head and only put away the long sword that had fallen, and did not pursue him any more.

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The shattered heaven is no longer a heaven.

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In such a heavenly realm, even the third and fifth levels of the earth realm can be killed.

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This is the place where Taoism is contested, can you really escape far?

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In the endless sea, there are already several big monsters quietly chasing in the direction of Hetuo's escape.

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Whether you can survive depends on your life.

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Han Muye held his swords horizontally, raised his head, and looked into the distance.

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Over there, dozens of great monks seem to be looking forward to it?

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Han Muye let out a long laugh, returned his two swords to the sword box, and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

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"Tianxuan Jianxiu Han Muye, come to ask for advice—"

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Jianxiu, challenge.

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Those celestial cultivators looked at each other, and some people had the intention of retreating.

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In ten breaths, he defeated the four-armed flying ape clan powerhouse and broke his arms. With such combat power, there are very few opponents here.

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"Feng Zihe, the Huayan Sword Sect of the Simon Realm, came to fight!"

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A white-bearded old man with a bright long sword in his hand flew forward, swept the sword in his hand, turned into a gust of wind, and went to Han Muye as a hood.

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The sword light just came out, and that Gangfeng had already directly wrapped Han Muye.

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"Magic!"

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Someone exclaimed.

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This long sword is actually a spiritual magic weapon.

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The power of the magic weapon and the sword practice are superimposed, and the combat power has increased tenfold?

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The faces of the people who competed with Feng Zihe before were pale.

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If Feng Zihe had used the sword of magic weapon just now, he would have died.

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Gangfeng wrapped his body, Han Muye's expression did not change.

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Although the wind was strong, it couldn't directly strangle him.

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It's just that this kendo method uses wind as a blade.

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A vein of wind.

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Han Muye's eyes flashed through the illusory wind, and his thoughts were driven to the extreme.

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"Curachi—"

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The long sword was unsheathed, the sword light flashed, and a wind scroll that shrank countless times appeared.

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One, two, a hundred, a thousand!

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The wind blows outside, and the wind blows inside.

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The wind and clouds are intertwined, and the smoke disappears.

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Outsiders can only see the gang wind raging, but they can't see the gang wind, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

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Feng Zihe frowned, and without hesitation, he flew with his sword and slashed with one sword.

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This sword was dignified, and before the sword could reach, it smashed the Gangfeng, revealing Han Muye who was squatting in the courtyard.

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Seeing Feng Zihe flying towards him, Han Muye laughed and rolled his sword backwards.

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Wind roll.

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Thousands of winds wrapped Feng Zihe and turned it into a gust of wind.

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Break the wind with the wind?

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Wind to wind!

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"He is strong, let him be strong, the breeze caresses the hills, borrows the wind and clouds, and touches the autumn wind."

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"Wind veins, the first sword, the clouds are scattered."

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The wind swirled and the clouds were scattered!

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Han Muye drank it, the clouds and wind dissipated, the sword light flickered, the wind was the sword!

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"Thorn—"

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Feng Zihe was completely unable to stop the flashing sword light around him, he could only burst his own sword light and smashed a path.

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By the time he landed a hundred meters away in shock, his whole body was already soaked in blood.

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Touching his neck lightly, Feng Zihe's face turned pale.

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A slender wound, with a hint of golden aura, made his heart beat continuously.

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The sword was a little deeper, and by this time he was already dead.

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"Feng Mou admits defeat." Feng Zihe turned his head to look at the floating heart of the stars, bowed his hands to Han Muye, turned around and left.

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If you lose with one sword, if you don't leave, will you be courting death?

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"Agreed." With a smile on his face, Han Muye stretched out his hand and made a move. The shattered Gangfeng outside his body turned into a cyan long sword, which was held in his hand.

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Magic sword.

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Although Feng Zihe was in great pain, he could only turn around and fly away.

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Sword, can you still get it back?

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Han Muye, who was standing in the same place, grasped the hilt of the sword, and the aura and sword energy poured in at the same time.

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The sword light flickered, and the magic weapon long sword vibrated.

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Feng Zihe, who was flying away in the distance, groaned, bleeding from his mouth and horror in his eyes.

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It's only a few breaths of time, then = your magical sword weapon has been refined?

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What kind of sword repair is this?

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Just a monster.

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Han Muye held the magical long sword in his hand and walked slowly while looking at the images that flashed in his mind.

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The Simon Realm is a big world, and there are many strong people among them.

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Huayan Jianzong is also a large sect, with excellent swordsmanship and hundreds of great monks who enter the Dao with swords.

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There are all kinds of kendo saints who use swords to enter reincarnation.

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Feng Zihe was just a law enforcement elder in the sect, and his cultivation base fell into a bottleneck, so he came to participate in the Dao struggle and wanted to take the opportunity to break through.

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With the sword in hand, Han Muye saw the kendo inheritance of Huayan Sword Sect.

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wind.

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Thirteen wind swordsmanships can pursue the avenues of heaven.

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Han Muye gently put the long sword into the sword box, raised his head, and his eyes were filled with fighting intent.

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"Tianxuan Jianxiu Han Muye, come to ask for advice—"

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