1141 Embracing the Righteous Sword Dao, Entering the Heaven Immortal Realm (4)
Indeed, without the background of the Sword Sect, how could he rise in just a few years?
There were countless cultivators in the Yunteng Wasteland. How many of them could rise as quickly as Invincible Han?
“A long dragon of sword light, a technique of the Sword Sect. So Yunlan Sword Immortal is an elite expert of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect!” Someone in Dongyuan City looked up at the long dragon and exclaimed softly.
“The Mystic Spirit Sword Sect. From the looks of it, Yunlan City is going to prosper…” An old man in a green brocade robe’s eyes flickered.
Dongyuan City was not far from Yunlan City. Everyone knew that Yunlan City had unlimited potential.
However, without a powerful background, Yunlan City alone would still have a long way to go if it wanted to continue developing.
However, if Yunlan City had the Sword Clan behind it, its rise was right in front of them.
For a moment, countless cultivators looked at Han Muye in the sky with different gazes.
“I hope Yunlan Sword Immortal can last for three breaths…”
No matter how much potential Yunlan City had, it depended on whether this Yunlan Sword Immortal could travel smoothly.
If he couldn’t block Sword Immortal Three Stream’s sword today, then there was no need to talk about the development of Yunlan City.
“Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, good.” Huang Huan’s figure stepped out of the blood river. The blood light on his body condensed into armor, and the longsword in his hand was more like a short spear than a sword.
The hilt was two feet long, and the blade was two feet long.
Holding the sword with both hands, golden light and blood intertwined on the green and red sword edge.
“Among my three defeats, one of them was when I encountered the elites of the three halls of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect. I fought bitterly for three days and finally lost.”
The battle intent in Huang Huan’s eyes materialized. The sword in his hand guided the three blood-colored rivers behind him, turning them into vortexes.
“Let’s see if my thousand years of cultivation can break your Sword Sect’s formation!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-colored vortex exploded and transformed into a thousand blood-colored swords. Each of them was 100 feet long, and they stabbed towards Han Muye’s head like blood-colored fish.
1,000 100-foot-long swords with agile sword light. Every sword contained an irresistible killing intent that made one’s heart palpitate.
Since the sword had attacked, it naturally had to kill with a single strike.
This killing intent was exactly what Han Muye did not have.
He did not expect to gain such a benefit from fighting Huang Huan!
Looking at the killing intent condensed on each sword, not only was Han Muye not afraid, but the suppressed battle intent on his body surged!
Killing intent, battle intent, and sword intent.
The three rivers of blood were known as the three streams. They were the combination of these three concepts.
Huang Huan’s Sword Dao was intermediate from the Blood Battle Sect’s cultivation principles.
Han Muye’s sword intent was monstrous and completely crushed the other party.
His fighting spirit could not be inferior.
However, his killing intent was completely incomparable.
Where did the killing intent come from?
Looking at the blood-colored sword light approaching, Han Muye held his sword and did not move.
He was wondering why he didn’t have any killing intent.
Because he was strong enough, no one could trigger his killing intent.
This was because he had cultivated carefully all the way and did not encounter true experts. He also did not encounter life-and-death danger and could not draw out killing intent.
Also, he did not have much karma on him.
Such a cultivation method would be fine if he was in Daoism, but being a sword cultivator was really not pure.
Without the courage to fight to the death, how could he be a sword cultivator?
He didn’t even have killing intent and didn’t even dare to kill. What was the use of the sword in his hand?
Kill who?
Killing intent condensed on Han Muye.
Everyone who went against him?
Everyone who was a threat to him?
Or was it all living beings?
Who in this world had not killed before?
Even ants would attack the weaker Floating Firefly Worms.
Not right!
As the sword light approached, Han Muye suddenly laughed.
In that instant, he almost fell into a trance!
What was killing intent?
Killing intent was to defend the Dao in one’s heart!
The sword had a sharp edge and a spine.
The sword spine was one’s own Dao, and the sword edge was the guardian Dao.
Anyone who wanted to break the Dao in his heart must be killed!
“The Dao in my heart is the good and evil in my heart.
“To uphold good and evil, to uphold justice for the living beings of the world.”
It was just upholding good and evil. This rule, which had been agreed upon in the mortal world, had long been abandoned in the world of cultivators.
However, this was the morality in Han Muye’s heart that had never been broken!
If he drew his sword, it would be justice!
With righteousness in his heart, he was filled with killing intent!
Han Muye looked up at the sky and laughed. The sword light on his body burned directly, turning into a 100,000-foot-long dragon that guided the Thousand Sword Dragon. With a roar, it shattered the blood-colored sword that was descending from above.
The Blood Battle Sect’s battle intent, sword intent, and killing intent were very strong, but Han Muye’s morality was firm and righteous. He had no regrets in life and death!
“Boom!”
All the swords were shattered by Han Muye’s long sword light.
Huang Huan retreated 30,000 feet and looked up at Han Muye in front of him in shock.
Sword light wrapped around him, and the golden path of justice on Han Muye’s body made it impossible to look at him directly.
How powerful was the Sword Dao and how deep was the accumulation?
The most important thing was that this Sword Dao was simply invulnerable when the sword fused with the mind!
If he wanted to break through Yunlan Sword Immortal’s Dao, he had to break through all the justice in the world.
Was that even possible?
Although this world had always been one where the strong preyed on the weak, justice would always exist.
As long as justice was not destroyed, the Sword Dao would not be destroyed!
Looking at the sword light on Han Muye’s body, Huang Huan looked envious.
This was the true Great Dao…
“Thank you for your guidance, Sword Immortal Three Streams. I’ve gained something. I’ll return to Yunlan City to enter seclusion now.”
“Brother Huang and City Lord Su will come to my Yunlan City in the future. I’ll wait for you.”
Han Muye shouted, and his figure turned into a dragon of sword light that crossed the world and flew away.
Between heaven and earth, the power of the Sword Dao that was filled with justice had yet to dissipate, causing the clouds above Dongyuan City to circulate.
Sensing the remnant sword intent, countless cultivators fell silent.
