805 If I Kill Him, My Junior Sister Will Be A Widow
Although he was addicted to talking, it was not good to be beaten up.
With a bang, the spiritual light around Li Zhongjing shattered and he was sent flying.
Zhu Guangshou, dressed in a long robe, held a dark golden horsetail whisk in his hand. It scattered thousands of golden lights, chasing after Li Zhongjing, who was flying backward.
If this golden light hit, Li Zhongjing would either die or shed his skin.
Han Muye shook his head.
Li Zhongjing’s cultivation was actually higher than Zhu Guangshou and Wu Yazi. It was just that he was fully focused on alchemy and his combat level was unsatisfactory.
“Clang—”
The long sword hidden in the Infinite Unity Sword Case on his back was unsheathed, and the sword light instantly slashed out.
As if tearing a cloth, Zhu Guangshou’s horsetail whisk shattered into countless threads.
Zhu Guangshou, who was imposing, paled and retreated several steps.
Lying on the ground, Li Zhongjing looked up and saw Han Mengye and his sword, with a red face and tearful eyes.
He looked really aggrieved.
If he hadn’t heard this guy say that he was in love with his junior sister and did something he liked to do, Han Muye would have believed him.
“It’s you!” Zhu Guangshou gnashed his teeth and glared at Han Muye.
Back then, it was this fellow who beat him up and provoked an alchemy battle, causing him to lose his cauldron and his Dao heart was covered in dust.
Everything started with this guy!
Zhu Guangshou looked at the bald horsetail whisk in his hand and suppressed his anger.
This guy’s sword is powerful.
“Swoosh!”
Several figures appeared behind Zhu Guangshou.
Zhu Guangshou heaved a sigh of relief and lowered his voice. “Senior Brothers, this person is with Li Zhongjing. His swordsmanship is amazing.”
Zhu Guangshou was only an alchemist, so his combat strength was limited.
The disciples behind him were the powerful cultivators.
Upon hearing Zhu Guangshou’s words, one of the black-bearded old men dressed in a light green Daoist robe raised his hand, “Since we have already declared war on the Jinming Dao Sect, we’ll leave none alive.”
As he spoke, the others flew forward, their sword lights and spiritual lights exploding in an instant.
The body and sword became one, and the spiritual light intertwined with the shadows.
The sword extended ten yards, and the spiritual light transformed into dancing colorful butterflies.
The sword techniques and spells of the Heqing Dao Sect were displayed to their fullest potential in the hands of several Heaven Realm Out of Body cultivators.
Compared to the cultivators of the fallen ancient gods, the battles of the cultivators of the Ancient Cloud Galaxy were fought in a more straightforward manner.
After all, in these worlds without the Heavenly Dao, battles were mostly fought with one’s own strength.
If an Out of Body cultivator from the Heavenly Mystic World were to take action, the power of heaven and earth activated by the light would have caused mountains to collapse and seas to surge, activating the spiritual qi for thousands of miles.
Unlike these Ancient Cloud Galaxy cultivators, Out of Body cultivators were actually quiet and silent when they took action.
Although Han Muye was emotional, he handed over his sword.
The sword light was bright and clear, without any spiritual aura or shadow, just a light and faint sword light shining.
The swords clashed.
With a flick of his sword tip, Han Muye led the other’s sword aside.
Then the sword swept across and shattered several spiritual lights.
The sharpness of the sword was unmatched by spiritual qi techniques.
The strength of a sword cultivator was invincible among his peers.
With a sword in hand, he followed the sword and cut off the wings of the colorful butterflies.
Han Muye stepped forward, but in an instant he passed by several people from the Heqing Dao Sect.
One person fighting several, breaking down the opponents’ attacking methods.
After one strike, the expressions of everyone from the Heqing Dao Sect changed.
The combat strength of the person in front of them was completely different from that of Li Zhongjing, who was being pursued.
Li Zhongjing was now standing at the back, with a smug expression.
Even the sect master himself praised Han Muye’s sword.
“Kill.”
Han Mengye turned around, his sword shining again.
His sword was fast, not only in speed, but also in reaction.
The two Heqing Dao Sect sword cultivators had just lifted their swords when Han Muye’s swords closed in on them.
“Clang—”
A sword flew up, striking Zhu Guangshou who stood there, bewildered.
Before Zhu Guangshou could retreat, the second sword flew up.
The two Heqing Dao Sect cultivators could not withstand Han Muye’s sword.
The sword that approached was unstoppable!
“Retreat!”
The old man who had spoken before growled and raised his hand, creating a cloud of smoke that turned into green vines on the ground and bound towards Han Muye.
This was a magical technique, also a divine power, a method used by a master cultivator.
Before the magical power, even sword cultivators had to stop.
Han Muye held the sword in his hand with an unchanging expression, and slashed out with a sword.
“Fire Lineage, Shadow Flame.”
In front of the long sword, a puff of flames turned into a phantom. It was either like a long dragon or a galloping horse. It crashed into the green vines on the ground and wrapped everything up, then bursting into flames.
It wasn’t to break the magical power, but to perish with it.
Until all the green vines and flames disappeared, the master cultivator of Heqing Dao Sect had yet to react.
The method of breaking magical powers was indeed too light and dexterous?
Han Muye’s expression did not change at all.
How to deal with the enemy’s means was his constantly accumulated experience.
His swordsmanship was as smooth as drinking water.
This was a sword cultivator who cultivated sword techniques to the bones.
“Boom!”
Han Muye’s sword struck again.
This time, the sword light led a clear stream of light, bringing with it a sandstorm of a thousand feet.
Several Heqing Dao Sect experts were wrapped in the sandstorm, unable to display their powers.
“Escape—”
The black-bearded old man in the lead turned around and left. Some of the others either tried to escape while being covered by the sandstorm or lay down on the ground.
When the sandstorm dissipated, there were several bodies lying on the ground.
Zhu Guangshou, who was injured by two sword lights, also did not escape.
Li Zhongjing strode forward with a sinister smile on his face.
“You dare to hunt me down?”
He waved his hand and a plume of spiritual fire fell and covered Zhu Guangshou.
The flames surrounded Zhu Guangshou, who was crying in agony.
Ten breaths later, the flames dissipated. Zhu Guangshou was covered in smoke and flames, and black smoke was coming out of his mouth.
