Travel through the heavens

Above the teahouse, the sword in Lei Wujie's hand suddenly vibrated continuously, and it flew out of the sheath and into Fang Muye's hand with a whoosh.

Fang Muye chuckled: "Mr. Luo, please."

Luo Qingyang nodded, then closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were as sharp as blades.

But when he stepped lightly on the ground, the onlookers felt the ground beneath their feet seem to tremble slightly.

As the whole audience was shocked, the Li Hun sword dance suddenly began, and the sword force surged.

Lifting the Soul is the last move of the Jiuge Sword Dance. Different from the previous nine moves of Welcoming the Gods and Welcoming the Souls of the National Martyrs, this move is not about welcoming, but sending off.

Gather all the sword energy into one sword, send gods, souls, and people to the west.

In an instant, sword energy came from all directions, omnipresent and overwhelming.

In this tiny space, it seemed that all life had been extinguished, and the danger was extremely great.

Luo Qingyang did not rush to draw his sword, but instead danced with the sword and sang loudly.

"The ceremony is completed with drums, the dance is performed by the Ba, and the women sing with grace. Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums will last forever."

When he gathered his strength and completed it, he would cut through the heaven and earth with one sword.

Fang Muye didn't interrupt him. He smiled and asked without turning his head, "Wu Jie, what level have you reached in practicing Hun Yuan Gong?"

Lei Wujie stood with his head held high and answered loudly, "Master, I have already reached the third level, as the sun and the moon can attest."

"At the third level, you can already use this sword." Fang Muye smiled again and said slowly: "You have always liked swords. Today, I will teach you a sword. The name of the sword is Changhe Luoriyuan. Look carefully."

Fang Muye raised his sword to the sky, and a moment later, a huge beam of light suddenly descended from the sun hanging high in the sky, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, magnificent and dazzling, and landed on the heart sword.

It was the month of Gu, the middle of winter.

Tianqi City is located in the north, with strong north winds and heavy cold. All leaves are withered and all flowers are gone. It is originally a very cold season.

But as the beam of light descended, everyone present felt as if it were suddenly a hot summer day. Under their thick clothes, their bodies suddenly felt warm and they even started to sweat.

The onlookers all opened their eyes wide, the shock in their hearts was beyond words.

Xie Xuan's eyes were infatuated, and he exclaimed: "This sword is a sword from heaven."

Luo Qingyang finally gathered his strength. He raised his sword high and slashed towards Fang Muye.

Fang Muye also swung his sword, and suddenly the boundless sword energy flashed with dazzling light, like a long river rushing, pouring towards Luo Qingyang.

The sword energy instantly broke Luo Qingyang's sword force, and then like the diversion of river water, it bypassed Luo Qingyang and hit the tea shop behind him. The tea shop suddenly caught fire for no reason.

The sword force suddenly stopped, the sword energy suddenly disappeared, and the world suddenly returned to peace.

If the tea shop had not been still burning, it would have been as if all the shocking things that had just happened had never happened.

Lei Wujie stood on the teahouse, his eyes full of obsession, and murmured absentmindedly: "The setting sun over the long river, it is truly a peerless sword." As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, the light around Lei Wujie's body slowly flowed into his body like rivers converging into one another. The brightness in the teahouse suddenly became much dimmer.

Xiao Se, Wu Xin and others were all shocked when they saw this. Knowing that Lei Wujie was about to realize something, they hurriedly and carefully protected him.

On another building, Yan Zhantian sighed in a deep voice: "What a long river with the setting sun. This sword can transcend the ages. This Mr. Fang is the real sword immortal."

Although the five great sword immortals are called sword immortals, they are still human beings after all, while this Mr. Fang is already an immortal.

Yan Zhantian witnessed such an unparalleled sword duel, which was of great benefit to his future sword-fighting career, and he was even just one step away from reaching a higher level.

"What a pity. I missed Mr. Fang's sword strike just now by just a few days. This may be the biggest regret of my life." Xiao Chong still had his eyes covered with white cloth. He only felt a sudden enlightenment before. He sighed and asked, "Master, I think Luo Qingyang must have lost, right?"

Yan Zhantian nodded and answered straightforwardly: "It was a complete defeat."

Luo Qingyang was defeated, and everyone watching thought so.

But when he looked up, Luo Qingyang was standing there quietly, his grey shirt fluttering in the wind. He didn't look like a defeated man at all, but more like a banished immortal.

Luo Qingyang closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and said softly: "I have entered the realm of trance."

Originally only a step away from the Divine Wandering Profound Realm, after a duel with Fang Muye who was also in the Divine Wandering Profound Realm, he finally felt that realm exactly and successfully broke through.

"What?!" Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

No one expected that Fang Muye's sword, Long River and Setting Sun, after breaking Luo Qingyang's Ritual Soul Sword Dance, actually indirectly helped Luo Qingyang break through the realm.

Yan Zhantian looked at Luo Qingyang at this moment, his eyes revealing a certain desire. This is the realm closest to immortals in the world.

Xiao Yu sat in a restaurant, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Foster father is really a pleasant surprise, wandering in the mysterious realm, it's really good."

In the teahouse, Xie Xuan was speechless and said, "Luo Qingyang actually entered into a trance. This is really... I don't know how to describe it."

"Luo Qingyang has entered the realm of trance?" Lei Wujie suddenly opened his eyes, and an aura completely different from before burst out of his body.

Xiao Se and others were surprised and looked at him one after another.

"I have entered the realm of free and easy heaven." Lei Wujie grinned and said loudly.

He was wearing a fluttering red robe, and the light in his eyes was as bright as stars.

"It is indeed the Free and Easy Heaven Realm! Not bad!" Xie Xuan nodded with a smile.

The young man in red in front of him is only eighteen years old, but he has reached a height that most people in the world will never be able to reach in their lifetime. Perhaps in the near future, there will be another young sword immortal in this world.

Xie Xuan laughed and sighed, "Brother Fang is really amazing. Not only did he kill a person in the Mysterious Realm with one sword, he also killed a person in the Free and Easy Heaven Realm."

Downstairs, Luo Qingyang closed his eyes for a moment, then finally opened them. He clasped his fists toward Fang Muye and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fang, for helping me reach the Mysterious Realm of Divine Wandering. Luo Qingyang will remember this kindness."

Fang Muye laughed and said, "Mr. Luo, you are too polite. Mr. Luo's ability to enter the realm of divine travel is the result of his accumulated experience. I dare not take credit for it."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "However, Mr. Luo has just entered the Mysterious Divine Wandering Realm, and his realm is still unstable. He still needs to consolidate his realm. Let's stop here for now."

Luo Qingyang said calmly: "Luo has already been defeated, and I will leave Tianqi immediately, but before that, I want to take someone with me."

"Junior sister, senior brother is here to pick you up."

Luo Qingyang suddenly turned around, faced the direction of the palace gate, and threw the Jiuge sword in his hand out.