Chapter 682 - 682 Dao of s.p.a.ce, First Sword, Formless

682 Dao of s.p.a.ce, First Sword, Formless

The sword light was like a rainbow, triggering thousands of sword intents!

When the sword light on Han Muye’s body rose, the hundreds of thousands of sword cores on the alchemy sword formation shook.

The 3,000 sword cultivators who were about to enter the sword formation were shocked.

The sword formation changed instantly!

Endless sword qi interweaved and scattered, and the sword intent was condensed and difficult to distinguish!

The sword formation, which was originally focused on defense, was about to reverse at this moment and transform into a peerless, ferocious formation with shocking offensive power!

The formation changed, and the void instantly turned cold.

The 3,000 sword cultivators who landed in the sword formation could not stand still in front of this cold sword intent.

These sword cultivators were also very experienced. They drew their sword lights and were about to retreat.

“Jin Kun, blindfold!” Han Muye shouted.

Jin Kun did not hesitate. Golden light burst out of his body, and countless dazzling golden leaves flew out.

Magical power, Blindfold!

The golden leaves directly crossed s.p.a.ce and appeared in front of the 3,000 sword cultivators, covering their eyes.

One-Leaf Blindfold!

The golden leaves blocked everyone’s vision, causing everything in front of them to turn dark.

With their eyes blocked, these sword cultivators could not determine their direction and had nowhere to fly.

Chaos!

Even though they had experienced hundreds of battles, these sword cultivators were in a mess at this moment.

“Boom!”

Below, endless killing sword qi rose from the sword formation.

This was the Sword Dao that was stirred up by the Heavenly Cycle Array formed by 360,000 Sword Cores!

Endless sword light gathered into a dragon!

The sword was like a dragon, dancing through the nine heavens!

The 3,000 sword cultivators were the first to bear the brunt of the Dragon of Sword Dao and could not even resist.

The sword dragon roared and devoured the 3,000 sword cultivators.

When the sword dragon pa.s.sed through, the sword Qi on the 3,000 sword cultivators shattered. The sword intent condensed in their chests and abdomens was a.s.similated and worn down by the sword cores, turning into nothingness.

The sword formation changed and destroyed 3,000 sword cultivators in one breath!

The 3,000 sword lights dissipated and were torn apart by the condensed sword lights from the sword core.

They died and their Dao disappeared.

This change only lasted for three breaths of time. Whether it was Mo Wuxie or Huang Tingli, the alchemists below, including the masked sword cultivator standing on the deck of the flying ship, all had yet to react.

“Boom!”

3,000 sword cultivators died. The power of the sword formation soared into the sky, and the long dragon of sword intent led the sword lights to collide with the demon army.

In the void, the power of nourishment began to descend.

A pillar of light landed on the alchemists, causing spiritual lights to swirl around them.

“Retreat!”

Mo Wuxie’s eyes widened as he shouted.

The long dragon of the sword roared and arrived. The demon army that had yet to form a military formation could not stop it at all!

“Boom!”

Mo Wuxie flew up, and the long saber in his hand cleaved down towards the head of the long dragon.

However, the dragon formed by the sword formation was extremely agile. With just a swing of its tail, it dodged the saber light and shattered into countless sword lights that rushed towards the demon army.

The sword light rushed past and shattered the million-strong demon army.

There were heavy casualties!

At least half of the million-strong demon army was destroyed by the sword lights formed by the long sword path!

This was Mo Wuxie’s capital in the Dao Compet.i.tion!

Looking at the dismal failure of his efforts, the devilish Qi in Mo Wuxie’s body transformed into a pillar of black smoke as he roared towards the sky.

He lowered his head, his eyes red as he stared at Han Muye in the distance.

The masked sword cultivator on the immortal boat trembled and slowly turned his head.

“It’s you…”

He gritted his teeth and pointed his sword at Han Muye.

He was a sword cultivator, so he naturally could easily tell who did all of this.

If Han Muye had not activated the power of the sword array, how could the 3,000 sword cultivators under him have died instantly?

When the sword cultivator’s gaze landed on Han Muye and he pointed his sword at him, it was like a huge mountain pressing down.

His words and actions were reasonable.

This was an extremely powerful sword cultivator!

“Jin Kun, go to my uncle-master.” Han Muye raised his hand and pushed, and Jin Kun’s body floated towards Huang Tingshu.

Pushing Jin Kun away, a green sword appeared in Han Muye’s hand.

It was not the Green Destiny Sword, but a sword that had been refined.

He rarely used mystic treasures and swords because his goal had always been to sharpen his swordsmanship.

But today, he was using a magic sword.

The Sword Dao expert of the Seven Luminaries Sword Sect had condensed his sword intent and had become the light of the Great Dao. Such a Sword Dao cultivator was worth fighting!

Battle intent soared into the sky as sword intent condensed.

“Heavenly Mystic Sword Cultivator Han Muye is here to seek guidance—”

Han Muye shouted and pointed the sword in his hand forward, taking a step forward.

Huang Tingshu narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye, whose sword light was like a dragon. He whispered softly, “Han Muye, Mu Ye. Hehe, it’s not difficult to guess the other party’s ident.i.ty, right?

“As expected, in the battle of the Great Dao, there will be exceptional geniuses.

“Hopefully, this is the will of the heavens…”

Han Muye didn’t care if it was fate.

At this moment, he was completely focused on the sword in his hand.

The sword carried infinite sharpness. In a thousandth of a second, it slashed at the flying ship.

“Boom!”

The flying boat exploded and was cut in half.

Then, on the shattered flying ship, a sharp sword light quietly appeared and stabbed at Han Muye’s chest.

Han Muye had expected this. He turned his sword and met it head-on.

“Clang—”

The two swords collided, and Han Muye was knocked hundreds of thousands of feet away.

If it was the Green Destiny Sword, this attack would have damaged the long sword.

“Out of Body Cultivation.”

Han Muye’s expression did not change. He pointed his sword at the great sword cultivator who was slowly walking over.

At this moment, the mask covering the face of the white-robed Seven Luminaries Sword Sect’s great sword cultivator had already been shattered by Han Muye’s sword. The aura on his body was solemn, and violent sword light surrounded him.

He was about 40 years old. His face was square, but the viciousness in his eyes seemed to be about to materialize.

“I, Zhu Wubing of the Seven Luminaries Sword Sect, have cultivated the Seven Planets Three Stars Sword Technique for 3,800 years.”