Chapter 683 - 683 Dao of Space, First Sword, Formless (2)

683 Dao of Space, First Sword, Formless (2)

“My Seven Luminaries Sword Sect cultivates the sword with the aura of slaughter. We stress fighting for the Sword Dao.

“I don’t care if you can kill these disciples who came with me.”

Zhu Wushi’s sword emitted a sinister sword light that caused the surrounding void to tremble and let out a soft cry.

This was because too much power was condensed, triggering the suppression of spatial power.

The power of the great cultivators gathered in the place where the Dao was contested. The reincarnation and karma were not obvious, and being able to mobilize the power of space was already a top-notch power.

“If you abandon your sword now and become my sword slave, I can spare your life for a hundred years.”

Vibrating spatial power surged out of Zhu Wushi’s sword and instantly enveloped the thousand feet of void around Han Muye.

Space froze.

Huang Tingshu frowned and raised his hand to activate the power of the golden seal. However, the frenzied Mo Wuxie summoned his saber and slashed down.

The crazier a demonic cultivator was, the calmer he was.

Mo Wuxie wanted to stop him from saving Han Muye.

But did this person really need his help?

Huang Tingshu chuckled. The golden seal reversed, and the Pixiu phantom flew up, blocking Mo Wuji’s saber light.

“Boom!”

The saber beam collided with the Pixiu. Golden light and dark demonic light intertwined.

On the other side, Zhu Wushi pointed the sword in his hand at Han Muye’s head.

“I’ll give you three breaths…”

Before he could finish speaking, Han Muye, who was originally frozen in the void, had already disappeared.

It was just a space freeze. Not to mention that Han Muye could break it himself, even if he activated the Heavenly Crane Wings, he could instantly escape.

When he appeared again, he was already standing 100 feet in front of Zhu Wushi.

“Okay—”

Zhu Wushi ignored him and stopped talking about sword slaves. He shouted and stabbed out with his long sword.

The sword light tore through the void, and the sword edge appeared in front of Han Muye’s chest.

Not only was it fast, but it also broke through the suppression of the void.

Before a ear-piercing screech could be heard, it was frozen by the coldness emitted by the sword light.

A Great Sword Cultivator who was extremely good at controlling the power of space!

Besides the power of the five elements, the power of space and thunder was the most destructive.

Zhu Wushi was a sword cultivator who controlled the power of space.

However, Han Muye was also familiar with spatial power.

The illusory wings on his back flapped gently, and the sword light in front of him could not reach his chest.

This scene caused Zhu Wushi’s expression to change.

This was the first time he had encountered a sword cultivator who could match him in the Dao of Space.

“Buzz!”

The sword in his hand turned, and the sword light exploded. The 12 swords shattered and covered Han Muye’s head.

This time, Han Muye raised his sword.

“I once learned the Hidden Void Sword Technique, which can break the power of space and dominate the void.

“With this as proof, I will deduce a sword, please take a look…”

Han Muye shouted and swung his sword diagonally.

“Dao of Space, First Sword, Formless.”

The sword was formless, and the myriad Daos were formless.

After completely crossing the spatial restriction, the sword light appeared in front of Zhu Wushi.

When this sword slashed down, the 100-foot space between him and Zhu Wushi was stretched infinitely.

The space was thousands of miles long, so long that the sword in Zhu Wushi’s hand shook and shattered.

Zhu Wushi’s face instantly turned pale, and the broken sword in his hand slashed back fiercely.

However, the moment the broken sword slashed down, his eyes widened.

This attack missed!

Formless!

Since it was formless, it was naturally unpredictable.

The sword light he saw was not a real sword light!

“Slash—”

A sword blade pierced out from Zhu Wushi’s right chest, bringing with it bright red blood.

The formless sword actually stabbed through Zhu Wushi’s body!

This sword strike not only caused Zhu Wushi’s face to turn pale, but it also caused Mo Wuxie’s heart to tremble.

Huang Tingshu’s face revealed a strange expression as he turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye’s Sword Dao is actually not inferior to Confucianism?

“Bang!”

Zhu Wushi slapped his chest and shook the sword out. Then he turned to look at Mo Wuxie and Han Muye, gritted his teeth, and fled.

If he didn’t escape, with his heavy injuries, he would definitely lose his life here.

Han Muye reached out and waved, and the edge of a broken sword landed in his palm.

Sword qi and spiritual qi surged in, and he saw the memories in the sword.

The Seven Luminaries Sword Sect stopped killing by killing.

This sect emphasized the survival of the fittest. Starting with the outer sect, all the disciples were selected tier by tier.

Those who could step into the Heaven Realm were all sword cultivators of indomitable spirit who killed their peers and their swords had been stained with countless blood.

Zhu Wushi had cultivated to the Out of Body realm. It could be said that he left a scene of carnage wherever he fought.

Han Muye did not object to sword cultivators killing their way into the Dao, but such a path that completely relied on killing to temper themselves should not become a sect’s main cultivation.

However, the Seven Luminaries Sword Sect was a sect with two Sages and several Half-Sage sword cultivators. The sect’s strength was monstrous.

Such a great power could run amok in the ordinary cultivation world.

With the backfeeding of the sword Qi, the images in Han Muye’s mind dissipated.

He had comprehended the Seven Luminaries Three Moons Sword Technique.

He had comprehended the Seven Luminaries Myriad Stars Sword Technique.

…

Holding the sword, Han Muye looked up into the distance.

The direction of Zhu Wushi’s escape is very interesting, he thought.

Sword lights rose from Han Muye’s body, and the sword in his hand was sharp as he slashed down.

Formless.

In the distance, Mo Wuxie let out a low cry as a black demonic mist appeared around him.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Outside the demonic fog, countless sword lights intertwined and slashed chaotically, but in the end, they did not break through the defense.

When the sword light dissipated and the demonic mist disappeared, Mo Wuxie was no longer there.

The remaining hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers also slowly retreated.

Han Muye nodded at Huang Tingshu and flew away.

He controlled the Heavenly Crane Wings and flew into the void at a moderate speed.

The sword had injured Zhu Wushi and left a mark on his body. No matter how Zhu Wushi ran, he could not escape.