Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 188 Name: Sword Dao Ban Xian (23)

Huang Laoliu glared at Gao Xiaoxuan, but before he spoke, there was a roar like a landslide and tsunami in the distance.

The entire Fengshou Mountain was covered with endless demonic light.

That vast and dignified blood-colored halo made people tremble in their hearts.

The aura and sword light that belonged to the practitioners of the human race slowly disappeared.

lost.

The Fengshou Mountain position was completely lost.

"All sects in the Western Xinjiang, retreat to Yunchao Ridge."

In the void, a voice rolled in.

One after another spiritual light converged in the direction of Yunchao Ridge.

The surging demonic energy followed closely behind, chasing after him.

It was a pursuit that was close to carnage.

Han Muye's body moved, and he rushed forward a thousand feet.

On the ground below, the sword marks he cut off are especially visible.

Those cultivators who retreated and Han Muye passed by with a look of fear on their faces.

After rushing to the rear, he slowly stopped, turned around, gathered behind the sword marks, and reorganized a new position.

Dozens of demon clan figures flashed and rushed towards Han Muye.

They have all seen Han Muye's sword just now.

strong.

so what?

The Southern Wilderness Monster Race, can they really be blocked by a sword?

It's just a little sword repairer, not the number one sword repairer in the Western Border, Master Tu Sun.

wolf clan.

Tiger clan.

Black Panthers.

The big monsters that charged towards Han Muye were all heavy and extremely fast.

"Nineteen be careful!"

Below, someone shouted.

There are also several figures rushing towards the big monster on the opposite side.

Each of these people are elites in the front line of Fengshou Mountain.

Han Muye saw these people more than once from the swords he sent back to the sword pavilion.

Many of these people have their own names.

For example, Li San is a sword drifting.

The one who swayed the icy aura should be Luo Xiaoyu in the frozen world.

Even Lu Shi had the title of a tiger general.

Han Muye turned his gaze forward, and raised the Qingming Sword in his hand.

Do you need a name for yourself?

"Om-"

Within ten feet, the sword light condensed into thousands of meteors, and burst into all directions.

Nine Profound Sword Gate Golden Veins Three Profound Swordsmanship, Star Rain.

With the power of thousands of gold elements, it can be transformed into stars, and with the sharp power of gold elements, it can cut through the veins.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Below, there is a clear and enthusiastic voice.

Some of the big demons who rushed towards Han Muye raised their demon lights, some waved swords and weapons in their hands, and some stirred up their blood and tried to block the sword light.

Just can't stop it.

"Thorn-"

The sword light swept across, bringing up a puff of blood.

The sword marks left a picture, and the sword light pierced through the air.

The bodies of at least ten Great Realm Demons were torn apart by the sword light like a meteor.

"Om-"

Between heaven and earth, the sound of sword chants resounded.

This is the sword repair!

Han Muye lowered his head and looked at the Qingming Sword in his palm.

The ordinary and unremarkable Qingming Sword, at this moment, seems to have a thought of its own.

This sword seems to be calling.

eager.

desire to kill.

Swords, aren't they made for killing?

The sword light rose from Han Muye's body.

Qing Mingjian was also trembling slightly, as if responding.

Within a radius of ten thousand feet, no one was not surprised by this sword.

Such a sharp sword light, on Fengshou Mountain, even if the sword is floating, I am afraid that it may not be able to come out.

"Who is this person?"

Someone whispered.

"It seems that it is someone from Jiu Xuan Jianmen."

"Jiu Xuan Jianmen? Is he that Tang Er? He has a poor mentality and strategy, and this swordsmanship is really extraordinary."

Talking about Han Muye everywhere didn't take it to heart.

He stood there, savoring the previous sword carefully.

His swordsmanship has been cultivated at will, sending and receiving from the heart.

Few can see through the sword move just now.

In the distance, Tang Chi, who was standing on the cliff with his sword, had an unsightly expression on his face.

If Han Muye fought against him with this kind of swordsmanship before, he would have lost his life with a single blow, let alone a single blow.

Could it be that you are so far behind Han Muye?

Han Muye slashed the number of big demons who rushed forward with one sword, but he still felt unsatisfied.

He could feel the sword intent on his body boiling.

Sword Intent is originally the condensed intention of killing. If you can't kill, what is the use of Sword Intent?

He knew that his mind was affected by the sword intent in the sea of ​​qi.

After all, the sword intent condensed in the sea of ​​​​qi far exceeded the limit that his body could bear, and was depleting his lifespan all the time.

But, so what?

Squinting his eyes, his mind seemed to leave his body, looking down at his body and slowly walking forward in the void.

At his feet, there are blue lotus flowers transformed by sword energy.

Step by step, Jianlian is born, and one step is killed!

Every sword qi lotus flower that he stepped on scattered into sword light, thinking about lasing away from the front.

Step by step, the sword light is like a shadow.

"This is really a swordsmanship exiled..."

Below, someone looked at the silhouette of the sword light and spoke in a low voice.

"Swordsman exiled?"

"This name is fine."

Someone called out softly.

"Kuraga-"

Han Muye raised the Qingming long sword with his left hand, and pulled out the purple short sword in the sword box with his right hand.

Purple inflammation.

One blue and one purple, one long and one short.

There are not many sword cultivators in the world who practise double swords.

It is rare to have swords in hand like Han Muye's double swords.

No one knew whether he started with double swords at this time, whether he really practiced double swordsmanship, or whether it was just a preparation.

Ahead, among the demon army, several dignified figures rushed out.

Just now, those masters who had access to the environment were killed by Han Muye with one sword, which greatly affected the morale of the demon army.

At this time, the seven figures of different shapes, but the same momentum, can rush out of the big monsters in the mountains and rivers.

Enlightenment.

In the cultivation method of the demon clan, the enlightenment period is an important stage.

Because once the demon clan reaches enlightenment and opens their own divine treasure, they can inherit the power of bloodline inheritance.

Those mysterious bloodline powers from Manghuang, more or less, will increase the combat power of these monster clan powerhouses.

There are also some lucky ones who can soar into the sky with the help of enlightenment.

"Roar--"

The one who rushed to Han Muye first was a middle-aged man who turned into a black tiger in mid-air.

Transformed into a 30-foot-long fierce tiger, with blood condensed into wings, this black tiger's speed was extremely fast, and its claws directly grabbed the top of Han Muye's head.

The same speed as the black tiger, or even faster, is a thin young man with illusory wings behind him.

This young man just flashed, and he had already appeared behind Han Muye.

"Black Tiger Sha and Breeze Black Bat!"

An exclamation came from behind Han Muye.

Can you have a name?

It seems that he is also a master among the demon clan.

Han Muye turned his gaze forward, and the black tiger's claws were already in front of him.

There was no sound behind him, and a cyan dagger stabbed at his neck.

quick.

The black tiger is faster, and the dagger of the skinny youth is faster.

These two big demons seem to be getting ahead of whoever is.

Around, the human race practitioners sighed, shouted, exclaimed, and screamed with swords.

The Qingming Sword in the palm of Han Muye's palm was released.

It seems that it is deterred by the terror between life and death.

His right hand holding the dagger also lowered slightly.

Stop resisting.

Right.

Before the two extremely powerful monster clan masters, what is the difference between resisting and not resisting?

The seven big demons attacked at the same time, and in the end, the first to succeed were Heihusha and Qingfeng Heibat.

The figures of the remaining five big demons paused slightly.

Don't rush.

"Thorn - hum -"

A sword chant interrupted everyone's thoughts.

It was a blue sword light.

The sword light draws an arc, with a graceful streamer, like a crescent moon, passing in front of Heihusha's neck.

The blood-colored crescent flies.

fly freely.

What brought up was a shred of blood.

Before everyone could understand where the bloody light came from, another soft sound came from beside Han Muye.

"Thorn--la."

It was the sound of the sharp stabbing of the dagger.

At some point, Han Muye's right dagger landed on his left, and then penetrated the rib of the Breeze Black Bat, straight to his heart.

Han Muye slowly withdrew the short sword, and the Breeze Black Bat behind him raised the sword in his hand.

Unfortunately, all of his power was pulled away the moment Han Muye's dagger was pulled away from his body.

When his body fell to the dust, his eyes fell on the black tiger who fell one step earlier.

Didn't the ancient demon master say that when falling from the same height, the speed is the same regardless of the severity?

Could it be that the black tiger fell first?

In other words, you are more durable than that guy?

This is Qingfeng Heifu's last mood.

"Om-"

When the Qingming Sword returned to Han Muye's palm, the sword vibrated and cheered.

magic weapon.

A real spiritual tool, there is a spirit in the sword.

After obtaining the power of the bloodline of the great demon spirit, the long sword that Mo Yuan gave him finally turned into a real spiritual weapon, and he had his own sword spirit.

"That is, the crescent moon swordsmanship, right?"

"It's the swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect, how can it be so powerful."

Many swordsmen masters know the arc of Han Qingming's sword when it flies out.

It's just that no one knows what kind of swordsmanship Ziyan is using in his hand.

A close sword is invincible.

Reverse, left hand, down string.

The two swords were returned to their hands, Qing Ming was on the right, and Zi Yan was on the left.

Holding the two swords, Han Muye stood alone in front of countless big demons.

Stopping their bodies, the five big demons who did not rush in front of Han Muye showed fear and did not dare to move forward.

If it was them who rushed past just now, I am afraid they have fallen into the dust now.

This swordsmanship is amazing!

Although the demon clan acts more violently, they are not fools who want to die.

This is the sword repair.

The two swords volleyed into the sky, and no one dared to cross the thunder pond for half a step.

Kendo practice, shouldn't it be so happy and grudge?

For ten miles, it was quiet.

Only the breeze stroking, brushing the edge of the long sword in Han Muye's hand, brought out a tremor.

"boom--"

Above the sky in the distance, there was a black demon cloud that turned into a hundred feet of tiger claws and fell instantly.

Han Muye, who was standing still in the air, was locked by an overwhelming invisible force, unable to escape.

The top powerhouses of the demon race take action!

With this coercion, at least it is the eighth level of Pill Formation!

Such a strong person actually disregarded his face and shot at the lower-level juniors.

Before the mountain forest, Huang Lao Liu took a deep breath and looked at the giant claw pressing down on Han Muye, with blood surging in his eyes.

In front of a large bluestone, Li San brought the green gourd to his mouth, took a sip, and drew his sword.

It was the iron sword that Deng Chungang gave her back then.

In a real life-and-death fight, she still felt that this sword was easier to handle than the Xuanyang Sword.

The demonic energy slowly pressed down, and in the sea of ​​Han Mu's wild energy, ninety sword intents began to churn.

In his dantian, two sword pills spun rapidly, waiting for his call.

In the Divine Treasure, the Sword of Divine Soul has condensed.

At this moment, there was a flash of sword light on the sky.

"Thorn-"

There was a piercing scream in the sky.

Then, a thunderous roar echoed through.

"Grandma's, dare to stretch out a cat's paw in front of this old man. Next time I come again, this old man will cut more than one paw."

Han Muye raised his head and saw that on the sky, a sword light slashed across the north and south, smashing all the demon light to pieces.

At this moment, within a thousand miles, the sword vibrated.

This is the real kendo powerhouse!

With one sword, Wan Jian Ming.

"This is the number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, Master Tu Sun?"

Within a thousand miles, the sword can sense, such a kendo cultivation base, not the first kendo master in the Western Border, who can it be?

Han Muye turned his head and saw an old man in a gray robe with disheveled hair walking in the air, taking a thousand feet.

Han Muye had seen this old man before.

"Master Sun Tu?"

Han Muye had a strange look on his face.

Isn't this person in front of him the master and grandson Tu who was recruited at the auction and was rewarded with two hundred spirit stones from Han Muye?

Seeing Han Muye's expression, Master Tu Sun grinned with satisfaction.

"Two hundred spirit stones, it's not a loss to buy this old man to save you once, right?" Master Tu Sun said while waving his hand and turning his head to look at the endless cloud of demons ahead.

"I have a sword, which imitates the divine soul swordsmanship in the inheritance of Jiu Xuan Jianmen's sword pavilion. I don't know which Nanhuang Taoist friend is willing to send someone's head?"

Send a head.

The light-hearted old man was standing beside Han Muye, and he didn't show the slightest demeanor of a strong man.

It's still the same as the one who was attracting customers at the auction.

But it was such a bad old man, standing there, letting the tumbling demon cloud slowly sink.

Return.

Han Muye felt that he was fighting to the death and fighting with both swords to kill a few monster clans.

But the old man in front of him, with his hands behind his back, did not even draw out his sword, so the countless demon clans in front of him retreated.

It's not fair.

Master Tu Sun shook his head in disappointment, glanced at Han Muye beside him, and glanced at his double swords: "You have a lot of sects, that is, swordsmanship is for specialization, and it is not a good thing to mix things up."

heterogeneous?

Han Muye nodded.

You are the number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, you are what you say.

Han Muye believed that he could cultivate every sword skill to the extreme.

But there is no need to argue with Master Tu Sun at this time.

The demon clan retreated temporarily, and the demon clouds scattered, slowly condensing into a battle line.

Fengshou Mountain fell, and a lot of materials were seized by the demon clan, and they had to digest it.

Waiting for the next battle, it will be in this cloud nest mountain.

Han Muye and Master Tu Sun flew down and exchanged a few words, and Master Tu Sun left.

He, the top swordsman in the Western Borders, naturally has things to do.

Being able to use his sword to save Han Muye was really the friendship that he had exchanged for the two hundred spirit stones back then.

"nineteen."

"Senior Brother Han."

"brother."

Beside Han Muye, silhouettes gathered.

Li San, who was dressed in azure clothes and carried a cyan wine gourd.

Song Jiu, who fluttered in white clothes and was stained with blood.

Holding Lu Qingping tightly with one hand, Huang Laoliu had a smile on his face.

Han Muye glanced at everyone with a smile on his face.

Isn't cultivating your own sword just to be able to fight side by side with these people?

Turning his head to look at the surging demonic energy in the distance, Han Muye's fighting spirit rose.

In the distance, Jianmen Supreme Elder Lu Hao nodded to Han Muye.

Han Muye strode over.

"Why did you come here?" Lu Hao asked in a low voice, looking at the sword mark cut by Han Muye in front of him with his hands behind his back.

"This place is so exciting, of course I want to come." Han Muye stared at Yun Tao in the distance and said calmly.

Lu Hao nodded, then shook his head again, just as he was about to speak, a cry came from not far away.

Lu Hao sighed and said nothing.

When Fengshou Mountain was defeated, Xijiang suffered extremely heavy losses.

Suddenly, Lu Hao's complexion changed, his figure turned into nothingness, and he reappeared, already hundreds of feet away.

"boom--"

A whistling sword light slashed down, and Lu Hao raised his hand to block it, eliminating the sword light.

"Lu Changze, what do you mean?"

Lu Hao stood there, sword intent surging on his body.

In the air, a long-bearded old man in a green robe held a long sword and glared angrily.

"What do I mean?"

The old man stared at Lu Hao, his eyes moved behind him, and endless anger flashed in his eyes.

"If it weren't for the delay of your Jiuxuan Jianmen, how could Fengshou Mountain fall?"

"Fengshou Mountain does not fall, how can my grandson-"

An unbearable sadness appeared on the old man's face.

Lu Hao's face stiffened, and he said in a low voice, "Friend Lu, my condolences."

Tang Chi, who was standing not far behind Lu Hao, looked pale, lowered his head, and did not speak.

Li San, Song Jiu and others walked over slowly and stood behind Lu Hao.

"Okay, okay, you Jiuxuan Jianmen are united, you will calculate." The white-bearded old man gritted his teeth and stared at Lu Hao: "In this case, my Spirit Sword Sect will withdraw."

"Here you stand by yourself!"

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and flew away.

Lu Hao stood there, his expression changed, but he couldn't speak.

"Lu Changze, is your Spirit Sword Sect going to escape?"

Just as the white-bearded old man fled thousands of feet away, a voice sounded, and then, a blue mountain appeared, blocking the old man's body.

"Yang Dingshan!"

The old man's complexion changed, his body froze, watching the mountain transform into a Huafa old man in a black robe and a big sword on his back.

The Sect Master of Mingshan Sword Sect, Yang Dingshan.

Yang Mingxuan's grandfather.

Yang Dingshan's eyes were cold and fell on Lu Changze: "Are you going?"

With his words, an unspeakable coercion gathered.

It seems that from the sky, there is a huge mountain hanging high, and it will be crushed at any time.

Lu Changze gritted his teeth and stared at Yang Dingshan.

Yang Dingshan's expression remained unchanged.

After a while, Lu Changze snorted coldly, turned around and stepped back.

Seeing that Lu Changze was no longer leaving, Lu Hao looked at Yang Dingshan and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Sect Master Yang."

Yang Dingshan nodded, glanced at Han Muye, then moved and disappeared in place.

It wasn't until Yang Dingshan left that Tang Chi, who was standing behind Lu Hao, bowed to Lu Hao: "Thank you, elder..."

Lu Hao didn't answer, his figure flashed, and he left.

Tang Chi's face stiffened, and he turned to look at the other people beside him.

Li San glanced at him and said coldly, "You are not worthy of being a swordsman."

After speaking, Li San turned around and walked away.

Several other people stopped looking at Tang Chi, turned their heads and left.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the young man in white who passed by his side, and said in a low voice, "Ninth Brother, I am Jiuxuan Mountain this time..."

The young man in white paused for a while, but without turning his head, he said lightly, "I'm Song Qi."

"Old Nine and Ten, gone."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the edge of the mountain forest step by step, leaned against a big tree, meditated cross-legged, and adjusted his breath.

Song Jiu and Lu Shi fell.

Han Muye only felt a tremor all over his body, and a sadness filled his heart.

Lu Shi.

That Lu Shi, who only hunted beasts and never killed anyone before coming to Fengshou Mountain.

In the spiritual land, Lu Shi likes to cook and invite everyone to dinner.

That Lu Shi who quietly gave Han Mu the wild tiger whip to make the tiger skin into a robe.

fallen.

Han Muye turned his head, clenched his fist tightly, and looked at Song Qi sitting under the tree.

No, he is Song Jiu.

Han Muye confirmed that he was Song Jiu.

However, he now wants to be Song Qi.

The one who died was Song Jiu, and the one who lived was Song Qi.

"Han Muye, is this what you want?" Tang Chi's voice sounded behind him.

There was resentment in the voice.

"Originally, it was all in my calculations."

"I can end this battle in this cloud nest mountain."

"Now, hehe, maybe everyone will die here."

Tang Chi gritted his teeth and stared at Han Muye: "Do you think good swordsmanship is useful?"

"Master Tu Sun's swordsmanship is good enough, so he can only retreat to Yunchao Ridge?"

"His swordsmanship is great, how many people did he save?"

Han Muye's gaze fell on Tang Chi's neck, which made Tang Chi's heart chill.

Han Muye shook his head, turned and walked away.

The sword in his hand is unfavorable, and he wants to trick others.

ridiculous.

Han Muye's ignorance made Tang Chi's forehead jump.

He gritted his teeth and turned to look at the edge of the forest.

There, an old man in black armor nodded to him.

Without hesitation, he walked over with great strides.

"Senior Brother Han."

"Senior Brother Han."

Han Muye walked to the place where the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect had gathered, and calls rang out one after another.

Han Muye nodded.

Most of these people had received swords from Jiange.

There are many more, which have been instructed by him.

"Han, Senior Brother Han." Sun Dayong, with a pale face, struggled to get up.

There was blood on his chest.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold Sun Dayong's shoulder, and a medicinal pill appeared in his palm.

"I have a wound medicine, you take the healing first."

This is an eighth-grade pill, and its appearance has reached the best.

Sun Dayong took the medicinal pill, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Senior Brother Han, this medicinal pill, you should give it to Senior Brother Zhao Youzhi."

He lowered his voice and said, "Brother Zhao, your arm is broken."

"Right hand."

Zhao Youzhi.

The inner disciple of the Sword Sect who is upright with one heart.

His sword is steady and heavy, and the opening and closing are full of air.

Although Han Muye suggested to him, let him repair the left-handed sword.

Han Muye patted Sun Dayong on the shoulder and said, "I still have the medicine for the wound. You need to heal the wound first."

After speaking, he looked forward.

When they arrived at a tent, Jiang Han and the others greeted them.

"How about Zhao Youzhi?"

Han Muye asked in a low voice.

"Brother Zhao is still in a coma, the internal injury is not very serious, but..." Jiang Han shook his head and did not continue.

Han Muye walked into the tent and saw Zhao Youzhi sleeping with his eyes closed on the simple wooden couch.

His right hand position is empty.

Stepping forward, Han Muye mobilized a superb pill with spiritual energy and transformed it into Zhao Youzhi's body.

"When he wakes up, you can send him back to Jiuxuan Mountain first."

Han Muye glanced at Jiang Han and the others and said.

"Senior Brother Han, let's stay here." Jiang Han lowered his voice and clenched his fists.

"We have more than 30 brothers and sisters come together, and now, there are only 12 people left."

His words made the eyes of others around him turn red.

Han Muye reached out and took out a handful of medicinal pills, put it in Jiang Han's palm, nodded and said, "Live well."

After speaking, he strode out of the tent.

In the distance, a bonfire, the flames swaying.

Walking over, Han Muye sat in front of Huang Lao Liu.

On one side of Huang Laoliu was Lu Qingping, who was lying asleep, and on the other was Gao Xiaoxuan, who was holding the little white fox in a daze.

"Otherwise, why would I just want to be a mortal?" Huang Laoliu pulled the fire and picked out a few sweet potato-like things that were about to burn.

"Mortals are good enough to eat and drink. They don't need to practice, and they don't need to care about these messes."

"This life and death makes people unhappy."

Peel off the skin of the sweet potato in your hand, and the faint aroma comes.

Huang Laoliu handed it to Gao Xiaoxuan.

"Sixth brother, have you cultivated magic arts?"

When he looked up, Han Muye looked at him and spoke in a low voice.

Lu Qingping, who was curled up on the ground, trembled slightly in her undetectable shoulders.