Chapter 274: The Fourth Sword Pill (2)

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“Hehe, he didn’t hit you hard because he knew that you and I were on the side.” Another white-bearded old man shook his head and said with a smile, “It’s good to let these boys train and know that there’s always someone better.

Hearing his words, the green-robed elder nodded and said, “The Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword, indeed has the demeanor of the number one person among the younger generation.

“It’s just that my He Yue Sword Sect owes him a favor this time. I will have to return this favor in the future.”

The two of them whispered as they flew after the young cultivators.

As Han Muye walked, he encountered many challengers. He dealt with most of them with a few strikes.

In a day, he had flown thousands of miles and fought 21 battles in a row.

At sunset, he landed on a cliff in the wilderness and lit a bonfire. Then he took out the array disc and set up an invisible array formation to protect himself.

After doing this, he took out an immortal-grade pill and swallowed it before slowly regulating his breathing.

Daoist Dayan turned into a breeze and hid behind him.

Although there were no true experts in the consecutive battles that day, Han Muye was very tired after fleeing thousands of miles and fighting continuously. He had consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

If he consumed a lot of energy, he would also gain a lot.

That day, he had dozens of elites from the various sects of the Western Frontier attacking him.

These people were confident in stopping him, so their techniques were naturally not bad.

The sword qi of the Young Palace Master of Fitting Sun Palace was about to condense into sword intent.

The black-robed old man from the Broken Flower Hall was already at the Earth Realm Soul Awakening Realm.

Although the battles with these people were interspersed, Han Muye gained a lot from the battle training.

When fighting with others, he had to fight with all his might.

“Clang—”

With a soft sound, a short sword hung half a foot in front of Han Muye.

A faint proficiency flashed on the short sword, and there was a cold sword qi that seemed to be about to seep out of his body.

“I knew it. How can an immortal of the Sword Dao, path of the sword, and way of the sword not have any wild survival methods?” A middle-aged man in a large-sleeved green robe strode over.

He arrived in front of Han Muye’s formation, raised his hand, put away the short sword, and tore open the faint light screen. Then he walked to the bonfire and sat down.

“I’m Zhang Yangyu of the Mountain Lodge Dao Sect. You should have heard of my name.

The middle-aged sword cultivator held the short sword and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and said, “So it’s Senior Zhang.”

Zhang Yangyu had an interesting name in the Western Frontier. He was Zhang Fish Farming.

He had several short swords in his hand. His sword technique was transformed from a flying sword. When the sword rose, the sword light around him was like a swimming fish.

In Han Muye’s opinion, this method was more like a sword pill.

Zhang Yangyu’s cultivation was already at the eighth level of the Golden Core Realm. His sword technique was advanced and he was considered a famous sword cultivator in the Western Frontie

The Mountain Lodge Dao Sect behind him was extraordinary and was only below the nine sects.

Zhang Yangyu glanced behind Han Muye and said softly, “Your sword talent is extremely strong, and you’re holding down and presiding over the Sword Pavilion. You must have many hidden methods that outsiders don’t know.”

Hidden methods?

Did he mean Daoist Dayan, who had transformed into a breeze?

Daoist Dayan did not speak.

He felt that he was probably not qualified to be considered Han Muye’s hidden method.

“Senior, you didn’t look for me just to find out about me, right?” Han Muye chuckled as he took out a small gourd.

This gourd contained Heartbreak Wine. Before Li Three left, she told Han Muye the formula and asked him to brew it himself.

The taste was still the same. It could also refine sword Qi.

However, without Li Three, Lu Ten, and the others around, Huang Six, Gao Xiaoxuan, and the others, the wine did not taste as good as before.

Han Muye rarely drank this wine anymore.

After taking a sip of the wine, he put the small gourd back into his pocket.

“Hehe, I came to see you because I want to cooperate with you on the rankings of the nine sects.” Zhang Yangyu looked at Han Muye and laughed. Then the short sword in his hand flickered with spiritual light.

“But I’m more interested in your sword cultivation.”

With that, sword light rose.

The short sword instantly stabbed at Han Muye’s neck from three feet away.

If this sword struck him, it would definitely penetrate his neck.

However, just as the sword light rose, Zhang Yangyu moved 10 feet away.

Behind him, the Purple Flame Sword carried a dim purple stream of light and almost pierced through him.

“Good move,” Zhang Yangyu shouted in a low voice. He raised his hand and waved. Nine short swords lined up. The sword light shone on the bonfire and suppressed the heat in the flame.

Han Muye didn’t wait for him to attack. His Purple Flame Sword had already turned into a crescent moon and he drew an arc.

“Clang—”

The short sword blocked the Purple Flame Sword.

However, as soon as the two swords collided, Zhang Yangyu’s expression changed slightly. Another short sword flew out and blocked the other side.

“Slash—”

The Purple Flame Sword appeared on the side of the short sword and slashed across.

At this moment, the Purple Flame Sword was like a living meteor as it jumped around Zhang Yangyu.

“Good sword technique!”

Zhang Yangyu’s eyes lit up. He stared at the short sword and said in a low voice, “Your lower-string sword technique is even more proficient than the Moon Essence Sword Sect Elder’s.

“Such talent is really terrifying.”

As he spoke, the swords around him were not idle.

Short swords collided with the Purple Flame Sword, knocking it 10 feet away.

At this moment, he heaved a sigh of relief and chuckled. “My Mountain Lodge Dao Sect’s sword technique is not much inferior to the Moon Essence Sword Sect.

“With this sword technique—”

Before he could finish, Han Muye suddenly said, “Who said I used the sword technique of the Moon Essence Sword Sect?”

It’s not the Moon Essence Sword Sect’s sword technique?

Zhang Yangyu was stunned.

He was good at using flying swords, and he had used all nine of them.

Han Muye had also used a flying sword to fight him. It could be seen that he was an extremely proud person.

The more proud a person was, the less likely he was to lie.

There was no need to do that.