Tu Sunshi’s expression changed. In the distant sky, two streams of light arrived with a bang!

“Black Tiger Clan’s First Elder, Hu Zixu.”

“White Fox Clan’s First Elder, Hu Yumei.”

Tu Sunshi said in a low voice, then turned his head slightly. “Kid, I’m afraid we won’t be able to escape this time.”

Three Heaven Realms.

Three third-level Heaven Realm Nascent Soul cultivators!

Who could resist such combat power in the Western Frontier?

The strength of these three people today would be enough to sweep through the Western Frontier.

The three Heaven Realm demons glided in the sky, and all the cultivators below seemed to be crushed by a huge mountain.

Those cultivators who were only at the Essence Cultivation Realm spat out blood, and, inch by inch, cracks appeared in their bones.

Above the Essence Cultivation, the Qi Condensation cultivators could barely hold on.

Huang Six supported Lu Qingping who was looking pale, and looked into the distance.

On the other side, Tang Chi and the black-robed men beside her were sneering as if they were waiting quietly.

Beside Huang Six, Gao Xiaoxuan held the little white fox in his arms. The little white fox stared at the Heaven Realm demons of the White Fox Clan in the sky, its eyes shining.

“It’s said that the Southern Wasteland’s demon race is doing their best to deal with the Central Continent’s attack. Did the three top-notch cultivators really come to the Cloud Nest Ridge and ignore their own clan?”

Han Muye, who was standing behind Tu Sunshi, looked up and whispered.

This was what he knew from Feng Che’s sword.

The demons were not united.

Among the three of them who came today, one of them was related to Han Muye.

His words made Tu Sunshi’s eyes light up, and his gaze landed on the three third level Nascent Soul demons in front of him.

“Fellow Daoist Zixu, Junior Sister Hu, we can be considered old friends. What price did this Old Feng offer for you to take action? I’ll pay triple.”

Hearing Master Tu Sunshi’s words, the burly man with the black tiger tattoo on his face did not change his expression. He was wearing a moon-white robe and smiled at the young female cultivator in white.

“Senior Brother Tu, you’re still so good at business.”

The female cultivator smiled, turned her gaze from Master Tu Sunshi to the ground, then stared at Han Muye.

“The Sword Pavilion caretaker?”

Han Muye nodded.

The female cultivator laughed and looked at Han Muye. “You know what our fox clan wants.”

Fox clan.

Han Muye naturally knew what the fox clan was asking for.

This fox clan’s First Elder was the one who had asked Hu Taisheng to lure him here.

During the war between the Southern Wasteland and the Central Continent, not many experts from the Southern Wasteland could be transferred to the Western Frontier.

Three third-level Nascent Soul cultivators were already the limit.

Instead of someone else, it was better to have a White Fox.

Back then, when Han Muye released Hu Taisheng’s remnant soul, he asked him to go to the Southern Wasteland and tell the Fox Clan Sword Pavilion to suppress the reincarnation of the great demon of the fox clan.

Today, it had indeed attracted an expert of the Southern Wasteland’s Fox Race.

Han Muye took a deep breath and looked at the White Fox Clan’s First Elder, Hu Yumei. “Senior, I can give you what the White Fox Clan wants. I hope you can withdraw today.”

Hearing his words, Feng Hanxiao and the black tiger man frowned.

Who is this person?

Does he have a relationship with the Fox Clan?

Hu Yumei smiled and nodded. “Of course.”

“If I can get what my fox clan wants, I won’t interfere today. I’ll turn around and leave.”

Han Muye said, “Senior, please follow me.”

With that, he flew down.

Hu Yumei’s figure turned into nothingness.

Han Muye landed in front of Huang Six and Lu Qingping, then turned to look at Gao Xiaoxuan.

Hu Yumei landed behind him and stared at the little white fox in Gao Xiaoxuan’s hand.

“Aunt…”

Hu Yumei looked a little sad and exclaimed.

The little white fox shifted in Gao Xiaoxuan’s arms. It wanted to leave, but it seemed reluctant.

Gao Xiaoxuan stroked the little white fox’s back and let go.

Hu Yumei raised her hand and summoned the little white fox.

Gao Xiaoxuan stared at Hu Yumei and said in a low voice, “She wants to return to her clansmen.

“You have to protect her.

“If she’s hurt in any way, I’ll take her away.”

Hu Yumei nodded and whispered to the little white fox, “I understand.”

Gao Xiaoxuan looked at the little white fox again, then turned to look at Huang Six.

“Sixth Brother, I think life is really fun.”

His eyes lit up.

“It’s interesting to follow you to the Sword Pavilion to collect spiritual rocks and choose swords.

“And the meat. The wine you secretly gave me to drink.

“They were all good.”

His gaze landed on Lu Qingping, who was beside Huang Six. Gao Xiaoxuan said softly, “Sixth Sister-in-law, Sixth Brother, I’m really envious of you.”

He shook his head and chuckled. “I’m so tired. I don’t want to be a mortal anymore.

“I’d better be a sword.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure dissipated and transformed into a bright sword that landed in Huang Six’s hand.

Huang Six held his sword in one hand and held Lu Qingping’s hand with the other. His gaze was fixed on Hu Yumei, who was hugging the little white fox.

Lu Qingping bit her lip and gripped his arm tightly.

“Boom—”

In the sky, a sword light blocked the two black demonic auras.

They had attacked.

Hu Yumei glanced at Han Muye and Huang Six. “I hope you will survive.”

With that, she carried the little white fox and turned into a breeze to leave.

One of the three third-level Nascent Soul demons had left, and there were two more.

These two attacked in midair and suppressed Tu Sunshi, forcing him to retreat.

Tu Sunshi was the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier. His combat strength was powerful and he could fight above his level.

But facing two third-level Nascent Soul cultivators, he could only retreat.

Human strength ultimately had its limits.

In the sky, streams of light interweaved, and sword Qi and demonic light filled the air.

In such a battle, Han Muye couldn’t even help Tu Sunshi even if he wanted to.

“Han Muye.”

A voice called out.

Han Muye turned around and saw the Sect Master of the Bright Mountain Sword Sect, Yang Dingshan, standing not far away.

“Tell Yang Mingxuan that there’s no need to collect my corpse.

“If he’s really capable, he can just take the position of the sect master of the Bright Mountain Sword Sect in the future.”

After Yang Dingshan finished speaking, he had risen from the ground without waiting for Han Muye’s reply.

“Senior Brother Tu, Yang Dingshan is here.

“Little demon of the Southern Wasteland, do you really think there’s no one left in the Western Frontier?”

The sword turned into a mountain, like a 10,000-foot peak.

Yang Dingshan’s figure fused into the mountain, making the entire mountain even more solid.

Sword momentum.

Using the sword as a mountain and the body as a rock.

“Boom—”

The huge mountain collided with a dark demonic aura, causing the big demon to pause slightly.

Half-step Heaven Realm. Third level of the Heaven Reverse Realm.

To be able to cause a great demon to tremble, it was obvious how powerful Yang Dingshan’s combat strength was.

“Hmph, have a death wish.”

In the sky, Feng Hanxiao, who was holding a long saber, roared and raised his hand to slash down heavily.

The saber light drew the clouds in the sky like a roaring dragon and collided with the huge mountain.

“Boom—”

The mountains rumbled, then were cut in half.

Yang Dingshan’s figure appeared and stood in midair. He looked at the cold wind and sighed softly before turning into nothingness.

A half-step Heaven Realm expert. A famous sword cultivator in the Western Frontier. The Sect Master of the Bright Mountain Sword Sect, Yang Dingshan, had died.

The first level of cultivation was heaven and earth realm. The heaven realm was simply heaven realm.

A half-step Heaven Realm expert could not withstand a strike from a third-level Nascent Soul expert.

Even a half-step Heaven Realm expert who had comprehended sword momentum could not withstand it.

“Boom—”

Yang Dingshan sacrificed his sword to block Feng Hanxiao, giving Tu Sunshi a chance to recover. Then he forcefully attacked with the long staff in the black tiger man’s hand.

At this moment, the sword in Tu Sunshi’s hand turned into a Heavenly Dragon. The sword light was cold. If he didn’t retreat, he would have to resist Hu Zixu, who was at the third level of the Nascent Soul realm.

“Hu Zixu, Feng Hanxiao, if you can’t kill me today, I’ll go to the Southern Wasteland in the future and kill all the black tigers and cloud leopards!”

Tu Sunshi gritted his teeth and shouted. The sword intent on his body condensed into a dragon shadow.

“Boom—”

With a sword strike, the long dragon collided with Hu Zixu’s staff and forced him back a step.

The second level of the Nascent Soul realm repelled the third level of the Nascent Soul realm.

This strike made Hu Zixu’s expression darken, and the demonic aura on his body kept condensing.

The saber in Feng Hanxiao’s hand flashed as he killed Yang Dingshan behind him.

“I’m Zheng Wangyuan from the Spiritual Dao Sect. Please enlighten me.”

A voice spoke.

The long-sleeved Spiritual Dao Sect elder, half-step Heaven Realm great cultivator, Zheng Wangyuan, took a step forward. The jade bone fan in his hand struck down at Feng Hanxiao’s head.

“Hmph, ant, are you courting death?”

Feng Hanxiao snorted coldly. The saber in his hand carried a dark shadow as it collided with Zheng Wangyuan’s fan.

“Slash—”

The folding fan shattered. Zheng Wangyuan’s body shook and he was sent flying a thousand feet away. His entire body trembled and then shattered.

Above his head, a shining golden core flew out. It had only flown a few feet when Feng Hanxiao laughed and grabbed it, stuffing it into his mouth.

“A rare good thing. Who else is coming to die?”

After swallowing Zheng Wangyuan’s Golden Core, Feng Hanxiao laughed.

“Lu Hao of the Mystic Sun Sword Sect comes forward to die.”

A voice spoke.

“He Chang of the Yuntai Dao Sect is willing to die.”

“Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, Chang Yuanhe.”

….

“Sun Mu of the Mystic Sun Sword Sect.”

Voices sounded one after another. Core Formation cultivators at the half-step Heaven Realm flew up and rushed towards the third-level Heaven Realm demon, Feng Hanxiao.

Looking at the figures who were about to die, the two swords on Han Muye’s back kept ringing.

As a sword cultivator, if he wasn’t so hot-blooded, why would he cultivate the sword?

He turned his head and glanced at Huang Six, then his figure shot into the sky.

So what?

There was only death!

“Li Xixi of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect is willing to die.”

Li Three’s voice sounded in Han Muye’s ears.

“I still have half a gourd of wine. Do you want to drink it?” Li Three threw a small gourd at Han Muye.

Han Muye reached out, grabbed it, bit open the stopper, and took a big gulp.

Cool, flat.

Water.

Isn’t this water wine?

Han Muye laughed, and the two swords behind him crossed.

Two sword intents were infused into the sword body, and the sword light shot out a thousand feet.

Above his head, sword intent rose and condensed into a thousand-foot sword shadow.

The Mystic Sun Technique was divided into three components. The soul as the sword in the Sword Condensation Technique, the body as the sword in the Military Sword Technique, and the Qi as the sword in the Sword Nurturing Technique.

When the three incantations were combined, he could use his body as a sword, his soul as a sword, and his Qi as a sword.

At this moment, Han Muye fused the 90 sword intents in his Qi Sea into a sword.

This sword was even sharper than the Sword of the Soul.

Han Muye flew towards the place where the sword light exploded.

Over there, Tu Sunshi and the great demon tiger, Hu Zixu, were fighting with all their might.

“Senior, shall we cooperate again?”

Han Muye shouted.

Tu Sunshi, who was fighting Hu Zixu with all his might, retreated a thousand feet. Looking at the green sword light above Han Muye’s head, his face flushed with confusion, followed by ecstasy.

A sword shadow that’s not inferior to the Sword of the Soul!

How many trump cards does Han Muye have?

“Great!”

“This time, five:five!”

“No, six:four. You’ll take six while I’ll take four!”

Tu Sunshi roared loudly. The sword infant above his head exploded, and he reached out to trigger the sword intent sword above Han Muye’s head.

With the green sword light in hand, the sword intent that was originally suppressed by the demonic cloud rose with a bang.

Countless swords vibrated, and the sound echoed through the land.

Tu Sunshi could feel that this sword intent was much more condensed than the Sword of the Soul!

Could this sword kill a third-level Nascent Soul?

“Feng Hanxiao, kill that kid!”

Hu Zixu saw through the crucial point and growled.