Chapter 757 - 757 The Glory of the Itinerant Cultivators! (2)
757 The Glory of the Itinerant Cultivators! (2)
Could this Heaven Realm sword cultivator stop a powerful spear?
If he couldn’t stop it, then the tens of thousands of people on this island would only die.
Seeing the spear smash down and gather the power of heaven and earth into a long dragon, Han Muye’s expression did not change. He suddenly released his two swords.
Abandon his swords?
Not right!
Sword control technique!
The two swords formed an arc and instantly appeared in front of the black-armored cultivator.
The black-armored cultivator let out a sinister laugh. He didn’t take back his spear, only letting go of one hand to grab the long sword.
“Bam!”
The long sword was caught.
Oh no…
Below, countless people closed their eyes.
If a sword cultivator’s sword was caught, what hope was there?
It was not the best choice to use the sword control technique in front of the black-armored demon with extremely strong defense.
Sure enough, he lost…
At this moment, another flying sword suddenly collided with the sword held by the black-armored cultivator.
When the swords collided, the edge of the black-armored cultivator’s sword spun.
The sword light flashed, grazing the black-armored cultivator’s neck and leaving a trail of blood.
The sword seemed to have lost its fulcrum and slowly fell.
However, the black-armored cultivator’s face was pale. He let go of the sword and wanted to cover his neck.
The bloodstain on his neck grew deeper, redder, longer—
“Bang!”
Blood splattered.
The combination of the two swords completed a mysterious killing move!
He was purely using his sword techniques, not his strength to kill his enemies!
Until the black-armored cultivator’s body emitted a demonic light that surged into the sky and nourished the world, no one regained their senses.
How could such a light sword kill a Heaven Realm cultivator?
“Buzz!”
The two swords returned to Han Muye’s hands, then turned into a 100-foot-long crescent moon and swept down.
At this moment, the sword light was different.
The cold light of the Crescent Moon whizzed through the air. No one in the half-step Heaven Realm or the Earth Realm could withstand a single strike from it.
Domineering.
The bloody glow emitted by the crescent moon instantly illuminated the entire beach.
The sword was merciless.
This was a true sword cultivator!
He would fight against a strong opponent with cleverness and win.
Against a weak opponent, there was no room for delay.
Sword cultivators should be like this!
“Why aren’t you drawing your swords? When are you waiting?” Han Muye returned with his swords and shouted.
Attack!
“Clang—”
Long swords were unsheathed and rushed towards the collapsed black-armored demon army.
During the Dao Competition, killing enemies would obtain the power of nourishment.
Even if it was not much, it was countless times stronger than the power brought through meditation.
Moreover, the black-armored army had already been broken through. It was just a massacre.
“Woo—”
A horn sounded on the water, and the black-armored demons retreated with the tide.
Countless black-armored demon corpses were scattered on the beach.
Some itinerant cultivators wanted to go forward and collect suitable spiritual materials, but they were stopped by the people around them.
According to the rules, with such a great victory, all the gains had to be arranged by the person who contributed the most.
This time, if not for the sudden appearance of a Heaven Realm cultivator, not to mention harvesting, all the sword cultivators on Clear Wind Island would probably have died.
“Brother Han, Senior Han, should we clean up the battlefield first? The black-armored demons will temporarily retreat…” Qi Ziming flew forward and cupped his fists at Han Muye.
“Brother Qi, make the arrangements.” Han Muye nodded and looked to the other side.
There, spiritual light, sword light, and demonic qi intertwined.
The reinforcements of the Clear Wind Sword Sect were intercepted there.
Seeing him turn around, Qi Ziming’s expression changed. He hurriedly said, “Senior Han, you, you want to go over there?”
Han Muye couldn’t leave!
If he left and the black-armored demons counterattacked, how would the people on the island survive?
Qi Ziming’s words made everyone’s faces turn pale.
The others asked softly, then looked up nervously.
The sword cultivators who had heard that they could deal with their gains looked up at Han Muye.
No matter how much they gained, it could not compare to their own lives.
“Everyone, the Clear Wind Sword Sect was surrounded in their attempt to save us. We can’t leave them in the lurch.” Taking a deep breath, Han Muye said in a low voice.
His words made the sword cultivators below nod.
However, no one said anything.
How could they save the Clear Wind Sword Sect?
They were just itinerant cultivators.
And he was the only Heaven Realm cultivator here.
It was not that they did not want to save them, but that they did not have the ability.
Qi Ziming’s expression changed, but he did not speak.
He could not persuade Han Muye to stay and watch the people of the Clear Wind Sword Sect be surrounded and killed.
Although most of the people here had this intention, no one could say it out loud.
Selfishness could not be said.
Seeing that no one spoke, Han Muye said loudly, “Everyone, if the Clear Wind Sword Sect’s reinforcements are destroyed, we won’t have a chance to survive.”
Now that the Clear Wind Sword Sect’s reinforcements had been surrounded and the black-armored demon army had gone over, this place would be slightly safer.
When the other side was destroyed and countless black-armored demon experts came, how could this side defend itself?
Han Muye’s words made the sword cultivators’ faces turn pale, and they were at a loss.
“Then, what should we do?”
“Rescue them? How are we going to rescue them?”
“Senior, if, if you go, what will we do?”
…
No one wanted to be abandoned.
Earlier, they had already been abandoned by the Clear Wind Sword Sect.
“Hehe, we’re all itinerant cultivators after all…” Someone sat on the ground dejectedly.
That’s right, itinerant cultivators deserved to be abandoned.
Han Muye looked down, his eyes sparkling.
Enough.
“I’ll give you 100 breaths of time to gather the spoils of war and get into formation.
“I’ll teach you a simple sword formation. Fifteen minutes later, we’ll go and rescue the people from the Clear Wind Sword Sect.”
Han Muye shouted, and sword light flashed on his body, enveloping the entire island.
The power of the sword light made people determined.
The strong were often the backbone of the weak.
The more difficult a situation was, the more people would worship the strong and place all their hopes on them.