1174 Iron Armor War Sect, Grand Formation (2)
On one side was a Blood Battle Sect expert clad in blood armor and wielding a long spear with the power to shatter the void.
The clash of fists and spear caused ripples in the void, dispersing black cracks.
The 1,000-foot space around the two of them seemed like a spider’s web, ready to shatter at any moment.
They had gathered their power, suppressing it within a 10,000-foot radius, as the overwhelming power within that range was too turbulent.
“Kill!”
The Blood Battle Sect expert holding the spear sensed the arrival of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu. With a low shout, he swung his long spear fiercely at the iron armored warrior in front of him.
The burly man lowered his waist slightly and threw a punch.
“Clang—”
Indeed, living up to its name, the iron armor resounded crisply as the fist collided with the spear.
With the force of this strike, the Blood Battle Sect expert retreated 100 feet, then suddenly swept his spear sideways.
“Pa!”
A hillside beside them was lifted, and a purple-black leopard that had been crouching there shivered and rolled down to the ground.
The long spear exuded a chilling radiance, bursting like stars, pressing down towards the purple panther.
The burly man from the Iron Armor War Sect roared in anger, charging over to protect the leopard’s body, allowing the spear’s radiance to strike his back, causing a burst of blood.
He let out a low groan, reaching out to restrain the trembling purple leopard that was trying to leap away.
This purple leopard was clearly injured and no match for the Blood Battle Sect expert.
“Hmph, sentimentality.”
The Blood Battle Sect expert snorted coldly, raising his long spear. His gaze swept over Han Muye, who remained motionless.
“Kid, are you here to snatch the Bloodlight Purple River Carriage?”
Bloodlight Purple River Carriage?
Han Muye’s gaze landed on the purple leopard.
Indeed, the Bloodlight Purple River Carriage was a commonly used spiritual medicine in the cultivation world.
It was formed from the placenta of many creatures, containing a trace of innate immortal energy.
However, many people, in order to preserve the immortal energy within it, would directly take the whole embryo along with the placenta, acting cruelly.
From the looks of it, the Bloodlight Purple River Carriage was a rare treasure nurtured by this purple leopard.
But Han Muye had no interest in such things.
As the City Lord of Yunlan City, he never cared about any treasures in his cultivation.
Saying this might make many Golden Immortal experts jealous to the point of madness.
But this was the truth.
Hearing the Blood Battle Sect expert’s words, the burly man from the Iron Armor War Sect turned to look at Han Muye, a cautious look in his eyes.
With one hand restraining the restless purple panther, his gaze shifted between Han Muye and the Blood Battle Sect expert.
Although Han Muye seemed carefree and relaxed in such a situation, he was undoubtedly not an ordinary weakling.
How many of the sword cultivators who could walk in the Wasteland were weaklings?
“I’m not interested in the Purple River Carriage.” Han Muye shook his head, slowly raising his hands and gripping the hilts of the two swords behind his back.
The moment he gripped the sword handles, the blood light on the Blood Battle Sect expert holding the spear suddenly burst.
Sensing the strength of a formidable opponent!
The clash of battle intent!
The collision of killing intent!
“Clang—”
The spear blocked in front of him and collided with the sword edge. The Blood Battle Sect expert’s expression changed and he quickly retreated.
“Clang—”
He raised his hand, and a sword edge appeared above his head.
Another retreat.
“Clang—”
Sword blades appeared in front and beside him at the same time.
“Hmph!” His eyes were filled with fighting spirit. With a twist of his spear, the tip of the spear transformed into a millstone-sized spear flower that deflected the longsword in front of him.
“Suppress!”
With a low shout, the blood-colored baleful qi in front of his spear turned into spiritual qi. His body rolled, and he opened his mouth to bite the sword that appeared again. Then, his head exploded.
Han Muye’s figure finally appeared, landing 30 feet away, holding a sword in each hand.
The spirit accumulated by the blood fiend qi was sensitive to killing power. It would be meaningless even if they attacked again. They would definitely be discovered.
Of course, Han Muye had never planned to defeat a Blood Battle Sect master through a surprise attack.
“Jia Lintao of the Blood Battle Sect, who are you?” The expert of the Blood Battle Sect pointed his spear at Han Muye and said coldly, “There aren’t many sword cultivators in the Wasteland who possessed such sword techniques.”
The burly man from the Iron Armor War Sect slightly lowered his body, a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
Han Muye chuckled and slowly pointed his two swords forward.
“Only those who can withstand my swords have the qualification to know my name.”
As he finished speaking, his swords were already thrusting forward.
Swift!
There was nothing else but speed!
Although the sword’s edge seemed to press forward inch by inch, it had actually pierced out with countless swords, thousands upon thousands.
Every strike was just a ray of light.
However, tens of millions of sword lights overlapped, causing the sword lights to tear through the void.
Jia Lintao’s expression changed drastically as he shouted in a low voice, “Peak of the Void Hollowing Realm!”
Not just the peak of Void Hollowing, based on his experience, even someone at the peak might not be able to execute such swordsmanship!
When did such a powerful sword cultivator appear in the Wasteland?
He did not dare to be negligent and slammed the spear in his hand against the sword edge.
Strength increased with every inch.
If that sword edge reached him, he would undoubtedly be unable to withstand it.
“Heavenly wind, bloody battle—”
The long spear was accompanied by a fierce gale as it collided with the sword shadows.
Blood-red energy permeated the area, and the long spear seemed unable to withstand the force of the countless sword edges, continuously trembling and retreating.
But blood-red malevolent energy surged from Jia Lintao’s body, his face twisted with ferocity as he pressed forward with his spear
Even if it meant damaging the spear’s edge, he wouldn’t retreat!
The name Blood Battle was indeed well-deserved.
“Slash—”
The tip of the sword left a long mark on the spear’s shaft, severing the immortal patterns on it.
Then, the second long sword flickered and thrust straight out.
“Clang—”
The long sword’s tip struck the spear’s shaft, hitting the exact spot where the immortal marks had been severed.
Jia Lintao’s expression was gloomy. He reversed the spear in his hand and ignored the long sword stabbing towards his chest. He directed the spear’s edge at Han Muye’s neck.
With every inch gained, his strength grew stronger.
“Clang—”
