Chapter 677

677 Heavenly Mystic Sword Cultivator Han Muye, Here to Seek Guidance (2)

Without the power of the Heaven Realm, he did not even have the right to watch the battle, let alone participate.

“Buzz!”

At this moment, the sword in the hand of a foreign sword cultivator vibrated gently.

He was slightly stunned. He turned around and looked into the distance. His divine sense instantly descended a thousand miles from him.

A thousand miles away, a young man in a white robe and carrying a sword box on his back was riding the waves.

Sword cultivator.

A sword cultivator who could make his sword respond from a thousand miles away!

At this moment, not only did this foreign sword cultivator sense it, but the other great cultivators who were fighting for the Heart of Stars also turned around.

The fighting spirit in Han Muye’s body was too strong, and it triggered a feedback from their power.

A human sword cultivator?

“Ignorant child, you don’t know what’s good for you.” A 30-foot-tall demon with four arms and an ape-like face laughed wildly. The long saber in his four palms flashed with spiritual light.

This light had already turned into a cold saber intent. With just a light move, it could cut open the void.

This Heaven Realm demon was actually an expert with a high sword cultivation.

Han Muye moved extremely quickly. In less than a hundred breaths, he was within a hundred miles of the demon.

The four-armed demon did not wait any longer. With a flash, he charged forward a hundred miles.

The saber was wild and difficult to tame.

The stream of saber light cut through the void and aimed at Han Muye’s glabella.

The big demon’s twisted face revealed a sinister smile.

All the sword cultivators in the world were tough. It was only when they slashed through bones that they felt good.

Han Muye looked up.

His gaze met the Heaven Realm demon’s.

He could see arrogance, caution, and coldness in the great demon’s eyes.

The complicated thoughts intertwined.

After his mental state stabilized and his soul power sublimated, Han Muye could see more.

For example, the heart.

This slash was very weak.

The other three slashes were the fatal blow.

This great demon had gone all out to kill him. Not only was he displaying his combat strength, but he was also jumping out of the battle circle, preparing to reap the benefits.

However, with a glance, Han Muye saw too many changes.

At this moment, he felt as if a fog had been peeled away.

In the end, all schemes were not as sharp as the sword in his hand!

There was a sword in his heart and a sword in his hand. Why waste my energy? he thought.

Face the enemy, draw my sword!

“Clang—”

He unsheathed the Green Destiny sword. He held it in his right hand and turned the tip of his sword.

The tyrannical blade light that could split the world collided with the sword edge. It was as if it had slashed into soft water, slowing it down.

The power of the water lineage could fuse a myriad of powers!

The four-armed demon’s expression did not change. He seemed to have expected that he would not be able to defeat the enemy with one slash. He moved the long saber horizontally and vertically as he slashed about!

Swift!

The sharpness of the sword was determined by speed!

“Good saber technique!”

A thousand miles away, an old man holding a sword shouted.

With such a swift slash, those below the fifth level of the Heaven Realm Nascent Soul Stage did not even have the time to dodge.

This four-armed demon was truly the epitome of cultivation.

“After all, the Four-Armed Flying Ape Clan inherited saber techniques from ancient times,” a thin old man in a Daoist robe said in a low voice.

Most of the people who came here today to fight for the Heart of Stars were from the foreign regions. They came to obtain opportunities in the Dao Competition.

These people were fighting endlessly today, but they might become allies in the future.

After all, they were all Heaven Realm cultivators. It was beneficial for their cultivation and combat strength to understand more about other people’s cultivation methods and watch more battles of the same level.

“That kid won’t be able to take this attack.” A Sword Dao Heaven Realm expert with a long sword on his back shook his head.

The saber light was too fast.

If it weren’t for the fact that they were watching the battle from afar, most of the Heaven Realm cultivators believed that they wouldn’t be able to fend off this attack.

He wouldn’t take it.

It was not that he couldn’t take it, but he was not prepared to take it at all.

Today his battle intent pierced through the sky. How could it be worn down like this?

Han Muye stabbed forward with the Green Destiny Sword in his hand. His movements seemed to be very slow, but he was half a step faster than the saber light.

What the saber light shattered was only his afterimage.

The sword light condensed into a line that penetrated a thousand feet and gently brushed past the four-armed demon’s arm.

“Slash—”

An arm fell.

Han Muye appeared a thousand feet away.

He waved his hand and the long saber held in the broken arm fell into his hand.

The saber felt heavy in his hand.

This saber weighed at least 10,000 pounds. The handle was only 10 feet long, and the blade was 12 feet long. The blade emitted a cold golden light, and there was a demonic halo flickering on the edge.

The sword Qi penetrated the blade, and images appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

After thousands of refinements and blood refinement, a long saber like this took a hundred years to form.

After the Four-Armed Flying Ape cultivators obtained this saber, they needed another hundred years of nourishment before they could succeed.

Their nourishment was soaked in fresh blood that was not cold.

A hundred years of saber nurturing meant killing 100,000 living beings!

In the scene Han Muye saw, there was killing. The violent and cold Four-Armed Flying Apes cultivated experts. They all killed each other for nourishment.

Those who could obtain four such long sabers had all fought their way out from hundreds and thousands of their peers.

WIthin the clan, the strong preyed on the weak.

Holding the long saber, Han Muye looked up at the four-armed flying ape expert named He Tuo.

In this clan, there was no one whose hands were not stained with blood.

At this moment, there were gasps a hundred miles away.

Han Muye’s illusory sword flew a thousand feet and broke the Flying Ape’s arm. How many people present could have such a method?

“This kid is savage…” A man in black armor had a solemn expression on his face.

Savage?

To be able to cultivate to the Heaven Realm, who didn’t have savage skills?