Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 197 It's Brother's, Come With Me (23)

Swordsmanship ends.

This is the left-handed sword, reversed lower-string swordsmanship.

Han Muye has never seen the technique of close quarters fighting, so strange and fierce.

He has used this sword technique a few times, and each time he killed a strong person in close quarters.

He didn't want to teach this kind of swordsmanship.

Practitioners, after all, pursue longevity and long-term vision.

Swordsmanship practiced only for killing will affect the mind.

"Let me make it clear to you."

Han Muye stared into Zhao Youzhi's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "This sword technique is derived from the lower-string sword technique of Yuehua Sword Sect."

"I reversed it and turned it into a left-handed sword. It can be called invincible in melee combat."

"But the killing intent of swordsmanship is too deep. If you practice it, it may affect your xinxing." After a pause, Han Muye said in a low voice, "It may not end well."

Not a good end.

Zhao Youzhi looked at Han Muye, clenched his left hand tightly.

"Brother please teach me."

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand, and Ziyan Sword landed on his hand.

"With this sword technique, turning around is only half a step away."

"With this sword technique, within half a step, I am invincible."

The sword light stabbed out from the side of Han Muye's left hand with a "stab", and then flashed past with a faint halo.

Every move and style is extremely tricky and weird.

Zhao Youzhi's left hand is indeed talented.

It only took him one night to master this kind of weird swordsmanship.

Afterwards, it is self-cultivation.

Seeing the light of the sword in Zhao Youzhi's hand flickering, every move was chaotic like an antelope's horns, Han Muye nodded slightly.

He raised his hand and took out a broken sword.

"I have a sword here, which is suitable for you to use this sword technique."

There was a gloomy spiritual light on the broken sword, and the dark sword currents circulated.

The sword of the owner of Lieyang Palace in ancient times.

This sword was severed by Sword Master Yuan Tian.

Looking at the sword in Han Muye's hand, Zhao Youzhi looked down and saw the sword in his hand.

"Brother, can I return this sword?"

Golden Lion Sword.

The sword is three feet eight inches long and weighs thirty-one catties.

The middle grade of this sword is upright, suitable for open and close swordsmanship.

Back then, Zhao Youzhi practiced this kind of swordsmanship.

When leading the sword in Jiange, Zhao Youzhi liked the Golden Lion Sword very much, and once said that he would never change the sword.

Han Muye nodded and said, "You keep it."

Zhao Youzhi put his long sword back into its sheath, then stretched out his hand to catch the broken sword Han Muye handed over.

With the broken sword in hand, Han Muye keenly sensed a flash of light on the sword.

Is this, Sword Approval?

This is a magic weapon level sword.

Although broken, the spirit is still there.

Unexpectedly, this sword would choose Zhao Youzhi as its master.

There's really no reason to talk about chance.

"Senior brother, this sword." Zhao Youzhi looked at the sword in his hand in surprise, then looked up at Han Muye: "I'm afraid it's extremely precious?"

Of course it is precious.

Take this sword to auction, at least a million spirit stones to start with.

Han Muye waved his hand and said in a low voice, "You just need to know, don't let too many people know."

Zhao Youzhi nodded, the sword light that was flowing on Broken Sword dissipated, and the sword body became simple and rough.

"Om—"

In the distance, the horn of the monster clan's attack sounded.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Youzhi strode down the cliff.

At the foot of the mountain, practitioners who were already familiar with the battlefield began to form a battle formation, waiting for the arrival of the tide-like monster army.

"Brother Six!"

Suddenly, amidst the noise, someone exclaimed.

On the hillside, two figures in white shirts stood there.

Huang Lao Liu, with gray hair and an old face, but neatly tidied up.

Lu Qingping, who was wearing a moon white dress and carrying a long sword, stood beside him.

Lu Qingping's hand was tightly held by Huang Laoliu.

"I'll bring Mrs. Six to show everyone."

Huang Laoliu grinned.

Six sister-in-law.

This is the sixth sister-in-law.

It is Huang Laoliu who has traveled hundreds of thousands of miles and exhausted everything in pursuit of the sixth sister-in-law.

Seeing Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping standing on the hillside holding hands, many practitioners only felt that their impetuous and timid mood began to calm down.

If the sixth brother can find the sixth sister-in-law, he will surely survive!

Back then when he followed Sixth Brother, everyone looked at the mortal Sixth Brother as firm as iron, and all he wanted was to find Sixth Sister-in-law.

No one dared to think that Sixth Brother could find Sixth Sister-in-law.

How can a mortal do it?

Now, Brother Six has done it!

He found Mrs. Liu, unscathed.

Before they knew it, an unspeakable morale began to gather in the atmosphere of the battle.

"Fight with me—"

Seeing such a scene, Tang Chi gritted his teeth, shouted, and charged forward with his sword.

On the other side, He Xuanqi also rushed out.

Everyone rushed forward before the army of monsters rolled over.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Laoliu turned to look at Lu Qingping: "Sister Ping, do you really want to accompany me to kill the enemy?"

Lu Qingping nodded, and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhenxiong, I am your person, so naturally I want to accompany you."

These words made Huang Laoliu grin his toothless mouth, and the divine light in his eyes was extremely bright.

"it is good."

He raised his head, looked at Han Muye standing on the cliff, and laughed.

Leading Lu Qingping, Huang Laoliu ran down with a long sword in his hand.

Standing on the cliff, Han Muye watched Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping rush into the battle formation, surrounded by countless practitioners, and rushed forward.

Huang Laoliu held a sword in one hand and Lu Qingping in the other.

"It's a brother's, come with me!"

Huang Laoliu shouted loudly.

"rush--"

Countless people followed and shouted.

Huang Laoliu didn't make a move, so he led Lu Qingping, held the sword, and walked forward as if shopping.

In front of him and behind him, countless practitioners desperately protected the two of them and rushed forward.

At this moment, no force can stop this team.

Huang Laoliu was several feet in front of him, and all the monsters that rushed in the way were beheaded.

Whether it's condensing gas or building a foundation.

Those cultivators acted like they were crazy, protecting Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping as they moved forward.

"Brother Six—"

In the battle formation, someone shouted.

"Brother Six—"

On Yunchao Ridge, someone shouted.

"Brother Six—"

Between heaven and earth, countless people shouted.

The voices converged into one, and the mountains fell apart!

On Yunchao Ridge, those strong men who were originally meditating were startled and flew in mid-air.

"Who is this person?"

An old man with white beard frowned and looked down the mountain.

"A disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, I wonder if he is the sixth in the lineage?" Zheng Wangyuan, the leader of the various sects on Yunchao Ridge and the leader of the Lingdao Sect, narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

Starting from Fengshou Mountain, the descendants of each sect competed for the top.

Recently, the Nine Profound Sword Sect has produced several famous elites.

Even Master Tu Sun dared to invite him to fight with the way of swordsmanship.

Both Yuntai Daozong and Mingshan Jianzong were extremely supportive of Han Muye.

According to the observations of the past few days, this rising elite of the Nine Profound Sword Sect is likely to be vigorously cultivated by the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Today, I didn't expect that there would be another disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect who was waiting up and down the mountain with such popularity.

This is not a good sign for their Lingdao Sect.

Zheng Wangyuan and his fellow monks dealt with important affairs in addition to practicing, and no one really knew who Huang Laoliu was.

"Huang Laoliu, the sword watcher of the Jiange of the Nine Profound Sword Gate."

At this moment, Yang Dingshan's voice sounded.

"At the beginning of the battle between Nine Profound Sword Sect and Fengling Sword Sect, Huang Laoliu helped Sect Master Jinze injure Sect Master Zhang Cheng with the sword of spirit and soul." Yang Dingshan said, his eyes swept over the old man standing beside him.

The old man looked cold and didn't say a word.

He is the half-step Heaven Realm of Fengling Sword Sect.

"Hehe, I know this kid." Master Tu Sun who fell aside at some point was smiling.

"This kid is dedicated to being a mortal, and he is giving everything to find Taoist companions who have been coerced by those who betrayed the sect of the Western Border."

"Most of the 200,000 practitioners below were gathered by his reward."

Master Tu Sun told these stories in a few words, and after he finished speaking, he said with emotion: "If you want to say, there are not many practitioners who can match this kind of mind."

None of the big monks who stopped in mid-air would care about the ordinary love in the world.

Their xinxing cultivation has already passed that stage.

But the more lost, the more nostalgic.

For a moment, these big monks were speechless looking at the couple walking on the battlefield.

"Brother Tu, do you know this story so well?"

The old man standing beside Master Tu Sun turned his head curiously.

"That kid's reward is not low, I'm sure I'll hear the news, ahem—" Master Tu Sun waved his hand before he finished speaking, and his figure disappeared into place.

It turned out that he had paid attention to the reward news.

Knowing that Master Tu Sun likes to hang out in the casual cultivator circle, everyone who understands the practice laughs lightly.

Under the mountain, the original offensive and defensive situation has changed.

Huang Laoliu led the army of practitioners and had rushed several miles away.

As if he turned into an arrow, he led the practitioners behind him to break through the monster clan's army formation.

Zhao Youzhi, who didn't know when he came to Huang Laoliu's side, lowered his head and just followed Huang Laoliu's side.

All the monsters and monster clans that were about to rush to Huang Laoliu fell down inexplicably and lost their breath.

Within half a step, no one is invincible.

"Roar--"

A three-foot-high giant ape with golden hair roared and slapped Zhao Youzhi with a palm.

This giant ape was transformed by a half-level monster, and he had already seen that Zhao Youzhi made a move.

Zhao Youzhi raised his head, held the sword in his left hand, and sank slightly.

It's a bit difficult for this big monster to kill with one blow.

"Brother, I'm coming."

Huang Laoliu took a step forward and raised the sword in his hand.

"boom--"

The long sword slashed down, and the ten-foot sword glow directly split the giant ape in front of him in half.

One sword, cut half a step of the monster!

"Brother Six, awesome——"

I don't know who yelled this.

"Brother Six—"

"Awesome—"

Countless voices shook the sky thoroughly, bringing spiritual energy and sword energy intertwined, and turned into a soaring wind.

Before the army formation, morale was soaring to the extreme.

Huang Laoliu grinned, danced his long sword, held Lu Qingping's hand, and the two strode forward.

Tang Chi, who was surrounded by the army formation, stopped, with a trace of bewilderment and resentment in his eyes.

He lost a game before, so he could only fight on the battlefield to earn a chance.

He should be in charge of the front line.

But now, even such an opportunity will be snatched away?

"My lord, don't hesitate."

"The soul energy and blood required for the blood sacrifice are only a little short."

"As long as the seal is broken, we will leave this world."

"What is the mere Nine Profound Sword Gate?"

Beside Tang Chi, the old man in black whispered.

Tang Chi nodded, gritted his teeth, and ran forward with his sword in hand.

A smile flashed across the old man's face, and he followed quickly.

"boom--"

In the sky, a black demon cloud rushed towards Huang Laoliu.

Huang Laoliu held a sword in his hand, and a dark red halo flickered in his eyes.

Beside him, Lu Qingping held his hand tightly.

"Shiming, today, let's make a break."

In mid-air, a figure in green robe appeared, holding a sword, blocking in front of the demon cloud.

Sun Mu.

Nine Profound Sword Sect Elder.

An elder with stagnant cultivation and no potential.

It's just that Sun Mu, who was standing there at this time, had a bit of aura on his body, as if he was suppressing something.

A loud laugh came from Yaoyun, and then bumped into Sun Mu.

Sun Mu's eyes suddenly burst into bright golden light, and the sword in his hand brought out a hundred-foot sword light, which slashed down.

"Old man Sun, you have broken through!"

"how is this possible!"

There was an exclamation from Yaoyun, and then he wanted to retreat desperately.

But the Baizhang sword light slashed down, cutting the Yaoyun in half.

On Sun Mu's body, the soaring Golden Core cultivation base rose up.

The already stagnant cultivation base began to gather.

In the sky, the clouds rolled.

"Advanced!"

"Sun Mu, who has been stagnant in alchemy for two hundred years, can still advance?"

Up and down Yunchao Ridge, countless exclamations came.

At the Nine Profound Sword Sect's residence, the elder Lu Hao, who was wearing a green robe, moved and landed beside Sun Mu.