Chapter 1182 - 1182 Senior's Legacy, Clear Rain Sword (5)
1182 Senior’s Legacy, Clear Rain Sword (5)
“Blood Battle Sect.” Han Muye looked at the 20 experts in blood armor surrounding him.
Jia Lintao, the expert from the Blood Battle Sect whom he had met last time, no longer had the confidence to win every battle.
This time, it seemed different.
Their fighting spirit was palpable.
Han Muye’s body radiated sword light and battle intent, merging into a powerful energy.
“Attack!” The leading expert from the Blood Battle Sect shouted, his long spear thrusting towards the oncoming longsword.
The other 19 Blood Battle Sect masters attacked at the same time.
Zhao Pingyu chuckled, his golden-armored puppet growing to 100 feet tall, brandishing a golden spear.
“Bang!”
The spear repelled half of the Blood Battle Sect experts, while the rest, led by Jiang Jin, the first steward of the Nine Blood Hall, surged forward and encircled Han Muye.
The Clear Rain Sword in Han Muye’s hand shook and turned into green bamboo leaves.
The bamboo leaf flickered, and the power it emitted enveloped a thousand feet of space.
“Be careful!” Jiang Jin’s expression changed, and the war spear in his hand smashed down fiercely.
However, the spear was blocked by the green sword light before it could land more than three feet.
The other Blood Battle Sect masters were covered in green bamboo leaves that flickered with blood-colored light.
“Slash—”
The bamboo leaves pierced their bodies, releasing trickles of fresh blood.
As Han Muye’s longsword reformed, only three Blood Battle Sect experts remained standing in front of him; the others had all retreated with pale faces.
On the other side, the golden-armored puppet forced the remaining Blood Battle Sect experts to retreat with its long spear.
“Clear a path!” Jiang Jin’s voice lowered, and his blood and qi transformed into a blood-red dragon as it slithered around him. His long spear broke into two short spears in his hands, which he extended.
Two blood dragons followed the short spears’ thrust, winding towards Han Muye from both sides.
This strike directly cut off Han Muye’s retreat.
Moreover, the strike contained blinding lights, blood-red haze, and even suppressed his spiritual power.
To survive, Han Muye had to fight.
This was the Blood Battle Sect.
Fight to live, or die.
Han Muye raised the Clear Rain Sword in his hand, his expression solemn.
Jiang Jin was truly formidable.
This was getting interesting.
His longsword thrust forward, emitting a green sword light that guided the two blood dragons, then he swung the sword again. The shadow of the green sword light flickered, tearing through the space in front of him.
It wasn’t entanglement; it was directly tearing through space!
The sword’s edge appeared three feet in front of Jiang Jin in an instant.
Jiang Jin let out a low shout and punched down.
“Clang—”
The tip of the sword vibrated.
The two of them were 30 feet apart. The spear in their hands stabbed and slashed with their swords, causing the surrounding Heaven and Earth powers to gather.
Astral winds exploded, Zhao Pingyu and the others had no choice but to retreat.
30 feet.
300 feet.
3,000 feet.
30,000 feet!
“Boom!”
The green sword light and the blood-colored spear collided and exploded.
The spear light shattered, revealing the true appearance of the spear.
The sword light shattered, and green leaves floated.
“Wind, disperse.” Han Muye raised his hand, and countless green bamboo leaves transformed into a battle formation. With a sweep, they enveloped Jiang Jin.
This attack came suddenly and strangely. Jiang Jin’s eyes widened, but he couldn’t come out for a moment.
“Kill—”
Jiang Jin’s shout rang out as he charged out of the green battle formation. His body was covered in blood, and his hands were trembling.
Han Muye guided the sword in his hand, turning it into a green light screen.
Then, he slowly raised his hand, and the two swords on his back condensed into a cold sword with battle intent and sword intent.
Killing intent began to surge.
Energy, essence, and spirit gathered. Killing intent, sword intent, and battle intent condensed into one sword!
Jiang Jin looked up at the sword in Han Muye’s hand, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and took a step back.
Retreat!
The Blood Battle Sect masters all widened their eyes.
The number one deacon of the Nine Blood Hall, Jiang Jin, who had always won every battle, had actually taken a step back today!
“Jiang Jin from the Nine Blood Hall,” Jiang Jin looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice.
“Haha, this is Yunlan City’s Yunlan Sword Immortal,” Zhao Pingyu said with a smile.
Zhao Pingyu had long heard of the Nine Blood Hall’s Jiang Jin.
Who would have thought that such an expert would take a step back in front of Yunlan Sword Immortal today?
This step meant that Yunlan Sword Immortal’s combat strength had already suppressed the deacons of the Nine Blood Hall and was approaching that of an elder powerhouse of the Nine Blood Hall!
Just how strong was Yunlan Sword Immortal?
“Yunlan City, Yunlan Sword Immortal. I’ll remember that.” Jiang Jin nodded. Blood light flashed on his body as he retreated.
He wasn’t confident.
Without confidence in victory, the battle would have to be postponed for now.
For the experts of their Blood Battle Sect, having a powerful enemy in front of them was a good thing.
Temporarily lacking a path to victory was also a good thing.
Surging fighting intent filled Jiang Jin’s heart, his eyes blazing like flames.
His next target was to defeat Yunlan Sword Immortal!
Watching the Blood Battle Sect experts slowly retreat, Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Pingyu.
“Senior Thousand Arrays—”
“Hey, Junior Brother, it’s Junior Brother.” Zhao Pingyu waved his hand and said with a smile.
Han Muye shook his head and chuckled. “Then Junior Brother, Junior Brother Zhao, I’m going to the Bitter Immortal Realm, so I won’t be traveling with you.”
Hearing Han Muye say that he was going to the Bitter Immortal Realm, Zhao Pingyu’s expression turned solemn. He nodded and took out a golden formation disk.
“Senior Brother, I’ll be a burden if I travel with you. This is a formation disk that can withstand a peak Void Transformation expert’s attack and teleport over great distances. Please take it to protect yourself, senior.”
He tossed the formation disk to Han Muye and turned to leave.
Han Muye took the formation disk, and without any hesitation, his figure transformed into a sword light.
Zhao Pingyu turned his head slightly and looked at the sword light that instantly crossed a thousand miles. Envy flashed across his face.
“How impressive…”
In the distance, the Blood Battle Sect members also looked up.
“Yunlan Sword Immortal is truly powerful,” one Blood Battle Sect expert, whose face was pale and bloodied, murmured softly.
Jiang Jin nodded, his fighting spirit surging.
Han Muye, who was flying in the air, took out a golden talisman. Immortal light seeped into it, causing a blood-colored spiritual light to flash.
“Found it,” Han Muye said softly. Following the guidance of this spiritual light, he turned around and flew forward.
In front of him, there was an endless mountain range that emitted a distant aura.
In the sky, Han Muye, with Golden Fire perched on his shoulder, lifted his head. His eyes glowed with brilliance.
Over there was the Bitter Immortal Realm.