Chapter 378: If There’s No Decision, Cut Off with a Single Strike (3)

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The power of the blood sacrifice began to activate!

Daoist Wan Hua, who had returned to the clouds at some point in time, had a calm expression and a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

“Buzz!”

Above Han Muye’s head, sword light vibrated.

A golden light flashed in his eyes.

The Great Spirit combined with the power of the Spiritual Soul and used it as a sword.

When this sword light that condensed the Great Spirit and the power of the spirit combined with the sword above his head, the thousands of miles of Clear Lake seemed to be illuminated by the sun.

This was an indescribable light that illuminated one’s heart.

“We sword cultivators have a sword in our hearts. When we strike, we strike from our hearts.

“This is the enlightened sword heart.

“My cultivation of the Sword Dao is mixed. The one that can show my comprehension the most is the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.”

A voice sounded from Han Muye’s mouth, revealing an ethereal feeling that seemed to come from the nine heavens.

“However, the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords requires slow comprehension. Today, I will show you a sword move.”

Han Muye took a step forward and hovered three feet above the ground.

“I entered the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and saw the disciples perform in the outer sect.

“At that time, Instructor Lin slashed down with his sword. The stone slab shattered, and the force was 1,000 pounds.

“This strike is called Shattering Stone. It’s one of the basic Mystic Essence Sword Techniques of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

Han Muye slowly raised his hand and clenched his fist.

There seemed to be a huge sword in his hand.

“When we have a sword in our hearts, this sword is what we rely on to face everything.

“If there’s injustice in the world, kill it with the sword!”

Han Muye’s voice was like thunder.

“If you have an unyielding heart, slash it with your sword!”

When Han Muye spoke, countless people whispered.

“If there’s injustice in the Dao, cut it off with the sword!”

Han Muye’s voice was not loud, but the sword cultivators behind him had already roared.

“It’s a matter of the world, but if there’s no decision…”

Han Muye’s voice was low, and his eyes shone.

At this moment, all the sword cultivators felt their hearts congested. An indescribable pressure could not be relaxed.

The pressure came from the bottom of his heart and came from outside his body. It came from the restraints he was born with.

It was hard to stop when something happened.

He was indecisive.

At this moment, all the sword cultivators closed their eyes and stretched out their hands. They clenched their fists and raised them high.

This action was the same as when Han Muye reached out to take Instructor Lin’s sword in the outer sect martial arts arena of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

“If there’s no decision, cut off with a single strike…

“One slash—

“One slash—

“Cut off all restraints in the world!

“Cut off all the unwillingness in your heart!

“Cut off the confusion and hesitation that existed since ancient times!

“If there’s a sword in your heart, cut off with one strike!”

“Slash!”

“Slash!”

“Slash!”

He cut off the Great Dao!

What he cut off was the Sword Dao!

What he cut off was the fear of death!

If I have this sword move, I’ll be able to kill all my enemies!

In everyone’s mind, there seemed to be a sword that was all-powerful.

This sword followed his will and flew into the nine heavens, bringing with it wind, lightning, and astral winds.

This sword slashed down fiercely towards the vast blue waves.

At this moment, who wouldn’t die under the sword?

In the sky, those Golden Cores trembled.

On the lake, the sect elites on the dragon boat were already imprisoned. Even their souls seemed to be frozen.

On the Spiritual Dao Sect’s dragon boat, the few figures standing in front widened their eyes and looked up at the huge sword descending from the sky in disbelief.

This sword really slashed down!

“Boom!”

The sword struck the blue waves.

There was no commotion.

The sword light was like water.

The huge sword did not cause the sword qi to dissipate and explode for thousands of miles.

This sword slashed into the water and slashed through the bodies of the black-armored fish demons.

A 100-foot-tall black-armored fish demon.

A 1,000-foot-long black-armored fish demon.

A 4,000-foot black-armored fish demon.

They were cut in half.

The sword light fell again and brushed past the green flood dragon’s body. It did not touch any scales and broke the chain that locked the green flood dragon’s body.

The sword light broke the chain and hit the bottom of the river. It hit the green stone wall and quietly shattered.

Streaks of sword energy turned around and shot out of the water before returning to its owner’s body.

This sword qi carried the comprehension of killing a Heaven Realm expert with a single strike. It also carried the feeling of cutting off the chains that could hold a Heaven Realm demon captive and returning to its owner’s body.

The sword qi kept reverberating.

No one spoke.

Han Muye slowly landed on the bow of the dragon boat. There was no sword Qi on his body, nor was there any spiritual energy fluctuation.

It was just like back then at the foot of the Nine Mystic Mountain, at the Cloud Nest Ridge, when he slashed out outside the Broken Soul Wasteland, exhausting his soul.

“Thank you, Teacher Han.”

Behind him, a sword cultivator standing at the bow bowed.

Teacher Han.

A master of one sword.

It was a simple strike from the bottom of his heart.

If he was afraid, no matter how sharp the sword in his hand was, it could not hurt anyone.

If his heart was firm, even without a sword in his hand, everything could become a sword.

“Thank you, Teacher Han.”

The sword cultivator bowed.

After comprehending this sword technique today, his cultivation path in the future would be a hundred times smoother.

With this sword today, his Sword Dao would soar in the future.

Gu Yuanlong cupped his hands at Han Muye with a complicated expression and lowered his head.

He did not want to admit it, but he had to admit that he, the number one inner sect disciple of the Eastern Sea sect, was not even worthy of carrying Han Muye’s shoes.

No wonder Teacher Mo wanted to take him in as his only disciple.

No one else had the right to do so!

Han Muye smiled.

This was what he wanted.

During his trip to the Central Continent, he had comprehended the Way of Confucianism. Coupled with his sword cultivation, it was difficult for him to estimate his combat strength.

With the continuously increasing power of Confucianism, Han Muye was confident that he could suppress the Western Frontier.

But what was the use of using Confucianism to suppress the western Frontier?

If they could really suppress the Western Frontier with Confucianism, the Central Continent would have done it long ago, right?

If the Heavenly Dao did not allow it, Sword Venerable Yuan Tian must have a backup plan to suppress it.

If he wanted to control the Western Frontier, he should follow the rules of the Western Frontier.

What Han Muye was doing now was breaking the rules and reshaping them.

At the same time, it was also the Heavenly Dao that remodeled the Western Frontier!

The cultivators of the Western Frontier had been suppressed by the Spiritual Dao Sect for too long. Those sword cultivators had already forgotten how sharp their swords were.

Since he had stepped onto the path of cultivation, he should fight against everything in the world.

Cultivators with Dao in their hearts were true cultivators.

There was no hurry. The cultivators of the Western Frontier would eventually wake up.

Han Muye looked at the water in front of him. Power surged from below.

Secret Realm.

Back then, the secret realm of the Cloud Crane Palace had been opened by the power of the blood sacrifice.

In the sky, Tuoba Cheng’s body flickered with a faint sword light, as if a trace of battle intent had condensed.

He was actually shocked by that sword just now and had the urge to fight.

The other Golden Core cultivators also woke up from their shock.

That sword strike was really terrifying!

“Immortal Han, really…” Someone looked at Han Muye and whispered, but he didn’t know what to say.

Was that sword really unleashed by a junior disciple who was not even a hundred years old?

“This kid is really talented in cultivation.” Li Mubai, who was standing in front, nodded his head and said in a low voice.

On the clouds, everyone nodded.

The talent displayed by this sword was too terrifying.

If this person cultivated in seclusion for 300 years, he would definitely be able to suppress the Western Frontier and become the number one Sword Dao expert!