749 Intercept and Kill, A 300-Mile Cold Sword Light (3)

Speaking of this, she smiled and said, “But in the Western Frontier, no one dares to face the Immortal of the Sword Dao so directly.”

In the Western Frontier, who dared to block the path of the Sword Dao Immortal Han Muye?

It would be courting death.

Yunduan opened her mouth and looked ahead. She sighed softly. “Unfortunately, this is not the Western Frontier.”

The scene from that night appeared in her mind. She lowered her head and looked at the water, “Here, there is only the Great Confucian Mu Ye. Confucianism cultivation isn’t sword dao…”

“Swoosh—”

The sword light rose, and the sound of the sword cut off Yunduan’s words.

A green long sword flew out from the cabin on the top floor of the ship and transformed into a 10,000-foot long sword light that slashed through the void.

“Boom!”

The sword radiance carried the Sword Qi and broke through the Deep Cloud Gorge 300 miles away.

A cold light flashed for 300 miles!

Without a word, the sword responded!

On the deck, Yunduan widened her eyes and clenched her fists.

He is actually like this!

Behind Yunduan, Gongsun Qingfeng’s shoulders trembled as he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. His eyes shone brightly.

This sword was so powerful!

It wasn’t that the sword light within 300 miles was strong, but that no one within the area could block it!

There were countless cultivators in the Southeast Dao Sect, but no one could stop this sword!

A top sword cultivator in the world!

Gongsun Qingfeng suddenly recalled that when his granduncle had returned, he had once said that there was a great sword cultivator in the Heavenly Mystic Confucian Dao that was extremely strong and not inferior to him.

Gongsun Qingfeng originally thought that Gongsun Shu was talking about Qin Suyang.

At this moment, Gongsun Qingfeng understood that Gongsun Shu was clearly talking about this Grandmaster Mu Ye, the Immortal of the Sword Dao of the Western Frontier, Han Muye!

“Boom!”

The sword light moved forward like a dragon. Countless sword lights collided with the spiritual light, but they could not stop it at all.

The power of this sword carried the great fortune of the mountains and rivers. With every step forward, the power became stronger.

300 miles away, on the Deep Cloud Gorge, an old man in a robe bowed and said, “I am Tao Wusi, the orthodox deity of Deep Cloud Gorge, thank you for your sword of Dao!”

Sword of the Great Dao.

This strike was the convergence of the Heavenly Mystic Divine Dao, and it carried the strength of all Divine Dao cultivators in the river.

As the sword light fell, the curved and narrow Deep Cloud Gorge collapsed and turned into wide water.

The power of mountains and rivers.

Han Muye stood at the top of the cabin and watched calmly as the sword light dissipated.

This was cultivation.

He did not use much strength in this strike, but no one could stop it.

This was because this sword gathered the power of the Divine Dao from the river and triggered the power of the water lineage that had been gathered for countless years.

The water could be fast or slow, and it could gather enough energy to destroy the world.

No matter how strong the Daoist cultivators were, they could not stop this sword that was compatible with the Heavenly Mystic Heavenly Dao.

Han Muye somewhat understood where the foundation of Wen Mosheng’s power came from.

He merged with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth and triggered the boundless power of Heaven and Earth. His literary voice was hidden deeper than he thought.

“Boom!”

After the sword strike, the Deep Cloud Gorge disappeared.

The water surged forward, causing the water on the river to surge and cross the wide water surface.

A banquet invitation from the Dao Sect?

Deep Cloud Gorge is gone. How can they hold a banquet?

This is my attitude!

If I waste any more words, I will be thinking highly of the Dongnan Daoist Sects.

Who cares if it’s a banquet or an ambush?

I’ll only attack with one strike!

The river was vast and mighty, and 10 large ships were heading east.

On the deck, the Mystic Sun Guards and Red Flame soldiers were all excited.

Yunduan clenched her fists. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were blurry. “He’s so powerful…”

At the side, Huang Zhihu looked proudly at the ups and downs of the water and chuckled, “Of course, this is my foster father.”

The great cultivators standing at the top of the cabin were all dumbfounded.

“Grandmaster Mu Ye also cultivates the sword?” A great cultivator with two sabers on his back muttered.

Most of the Confucian cultivators wore long robes and sleeves. They were usually good at talking, but there was no one who cultivated the sword!

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

“Hmph, a scholar carries a sword. We Confucian cultivators have to uphold the Heavenly Dao. Of course, we can’t just talk.” A great cultivator in a Confucian robe stood up and took out a long sword to hang on his waist.

The other Confucian cultivators also looked relaxed and smiling.

“It’s a pity. If Grandmaster Mu Ye could recite poems and dance with the sword, that would really be a joyful thing,” someone muttered.

Reciting poems and dancing with the sword?

The Divine Dao cultivators shook their heads.

These Confucian cultivators had really become silly from studying.

Cultivation was a step-by-step process. In battle, one could not be careless with a saber and a sword.

Reciting poems and dancing with the sword? Did he really think that fighting with the enemy was a poetry gathering on a pleasure boat outside the Imperial City?

These Confucian cultivators who had stayed in the Imperial City for a long time no longer knew the difficulties of cultivation and the sufferings of the human world.

“Boom!”

In front of him, a rumbling sound came from the void.

Everyone looked up, and their expressions slowly turned solemn.

The rumbling was like thunder, causing the weather to change. This was a sign that a great cultivator was coming in anger.

The great cultivators of the Dongnan Daoist sects would definitely not stand by and watch as a sword destroyed the deep valley.

Hopefully, Grandmaster Mu Ye could withstand it…

“I respectfully arranged a banquet at Chong Ming Temple, but the crown prince and the grandmaster actually cut it down with a single strike. Is my Dao sect truly without anyone?”

The sound in the void was like a surging wave, causing the clouds to roll.

The rolling clouds turned into a pair of huge hands and intercepted the river at the waist. The river poured down like a waterfall.

The advancing ship paused and then began to retreat.

The soldiers on the deck stood still, but their faces were pale.

In front of such a mighty force, they were like insignificant ants. Their lives and deaths were not in their hands.

All the great cultivators in the cabin had already stood up, spiritual light interweaving and circulating around their bodies.

All they had to do was wait for Mu Ye’s orders and they would give it their all.

“Today, I am going to reverse the world and let everyone know that the Confucian Dao is powerless…”

A voice reverberated through the void, resounding for thousands of miles.

Countless experts’ divine senses landed here.

“Hehe, Grandmaster Mu Ye has always been rude and unreasonable. He thought that when he became an Immortal, the Daoist Faction would give in. Now he still wants to make the Daoist Faction retreat. He doesn’t know that the current Daoist Faction is already so powerful.”

“They even said that Confucian cultivators are cautious. This Grandmaster Mu Ye is a sword cultivator after all. Who set this up? Using thousands of low-level cultivators from Chong Ming Temple to exchange for a chance to attack?”

Divine senses intertwined and countless experts paid attention. Today’s situation was in the hands of the Daoist Faction.

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