Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Two thousand three hundred and twenty elite disciples of the Sword Sect are ready to sharpen their swords!

With Zhu Yong's words, Han Muye's sword intent surged into the sky.

The sword light gathered and went straight up to the sky.

Behind him, twenty celestial guards and a hundred celestial demons all aroused their power to form a pillar of qi and blood that covered the sky and the sun.

One person came, accompanied by one hundred and twenty immortals.

"Han Wudi in Yunlan City, so powerful." A voice sounded from the distant city gate.

Above the continuous towers and towers, sword lights shone one after another, turning into sword pillars supporting the sky, condensing into a sky wall.

Sharpen your sword and treat each other.

The beam of qi and blood collided with the sky wall and shattered.

The strength of two thousand elite disciples of the Xuanling Sword Sect, let alone a mere 120 heavenly immortals, even ten times more is like snow meeting a scorching sun.

Behind Han Muye, the 120-year-old Celestial Immortal's blood was shaking and he couldn't control himself.

A disciple of the Sword Sect, his fighting power is astounding.

"Get off the horse?" Han Muye whispered softly, and stepped forward with one step, the sword light surrounding his body converged and turned into a sword of Yuanshen trap.

A dagger that turned into a blue hair band fluttered behind his back.

With two swords in hand, the body is transformed into sword light, and it is a hundred miles away.

"Haha, this looks like a sword cultivator." A voice came from the city ahead, and a thirty-year-old sword cultivator holding a long sword stood in the air.

"Du Mingqi from Muxue Palace is waiting for you!"

The sword cultivator raised the sword in his hand, causing the light of the sword as light as white snow to float, and the sword repair of the thirty-year-old sword cultivator seemed to be an understatement.

But in front of Han Muye, a snow mountain appeared, thousands of feet high and covered with snow.

"What a move Qianshan Muxue!"

Han Muye let out a long laugh, and threw out the dagger in his hand: "Look at my style of stratus clouds!"

The sword turned into clouds, the clouds gathered into the sea, the sea of ​​clouds fluctuated, and collided with the snow-capped mountains.

The mountain and the sea of ​​clouds merged into a blue fairy air.

Break the sword with the momentum of the sword.

This is a sparring between the same sects, it has nothing to do with cultivation, it's only about sword comprehension.

"Okay, good swordsmanship."

A trace of horror flashed across Du Mingqi's face, he stepped back to the side, cupped his hands and said, "The Yunlan Sword Immortal's swordsmanship is superb, and Du Mingqi is willing to bow down."

Han Muye kept moving, passing in front of him, and said indifferently, "Give up."

Now that his cultivation base and combat strength have reached this level, Han Muye is no longer humble.

When I came to Jianzong Mountain Gate today, I didn't think about hiding clumsiness.

Probe retracted the short sword, and a sword light followed closely in front of him.

"when--"

Han Muye struck out the sword in his hand, turning into thousands of Taos, locking the sword.

Thousands of swords lingered, the long sword wrapped in it screamed, and the sword spirit on it trembled.

"Zhu Cungan of Yuling Hall bows down!" A forty-year-old swordsman in a gray robe flew forward and cupped his hands.

It's just a match that you must lose, if your spirit treasure sword damages your spirituality, it's really not worth it.

Han Muye raised his hand to retract the trapped sword, nodded, and continued to move forward without stopping.

Zhu Cun also recalled his long sword, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there was no damage.

He looked up, and Han Muye had already broken two more sword lights with the sword in his hand.

"It's really not luck to be famous in the Yunteng Wasteland." Zhu Cun expressed emotion on his face, whispered in his mouth, and his eyes flashed with bright halos.

"Brother, you're amazing..." Zhao Chen, who was outside the city, showed envy on the face of Han Muye who was slashing across the sword.

"Young master, the swordsmanship of Sword Immortal Yunlan was honed in hundreds of undefeated matches in the Yunteng Wasteland." Behind him, Elder Chu spoke softly.

"I know, I know, I don't have that ability, I'm useless in this life." Zhao Chen waved his hand, stopped looking up, turned and walked towards the city gate.

"I still think about how to earn fairy spirit stones."

Elder Chu shook his head, sighed, and walked over.

He watched his young master grow up, and also learned from him in practice. His talent is not bad, but unfortunately, he doesn't care about it.

"That's Han Wudi?" In the distance, in front of a hall suspended among the clouds, an old man with white beard said softly.

Beside him, there are several old men in blue robes.

"Yes, the successor of senior brother Zhu Ming." Zhou Sheng, who arrived at an unknown time, with a wine gourd hanging on his waist, spoke loudly.

"Well, that method of continuously gathering sword intent is indeed senior brother Zhu Ming's method." An old man looked at the soft and continuous sword light in Han Muye's hand, nodded and said.

Others also recognized the sword intent contained in this sword.

"I just heard that Li Yungang is also very interested in this kid?" The old man in the lead turned to look at Zhou Sheng.

The others also turned to look at him.

Zhou Sheng grinned, reached out to stroke his beard and hair, and then patted the wine gourd on his waist.

"That guy gave me a lot of good wine."

His words made the leading old man frown slightly.

The others also turned their heads to look at Han Muye again.

At this moment, Han Muye had broken through fourteen sword lights in a row, and used the two swords in his hands to force back fourteen elite disciples of the Sword Sect.

"At the beginning, I didn't know how many levels he had passed in the trial ground, but according to his comprehension, Zhanshen Temple will not ignore it." He once went to the Kuxian Realm, his cultivation base is already at the peak of Da Luo, and he is in charge of a treasure. Mu Huan, the master of Xuntian Palace, looked at the void above his head.

It seemed that he could see an empty hall over there.

The most mysterious hall of Jianzong, Zhanshen.

Slashing the Gods is not a real palace, but a mission.

Only the true elites, the truly transcendent disciples of the Sword Sect, are eligible to enter the Temple of Slashing.

Han Muye, has he already obtained the qualification to enter the Temple of Slashing God?

Around the sky, hundreds of divine thoughts descended, all quietly observing Han Muye and his swordsmanship.

None of these people's cultivation base is under the Heavenly Immortal Refining Void.

There are still dozens of divine thoughts that are erratic and without trace, obviously they are golden immortals who have surpassed the fairyland.

"boom--"

A sword shattered the sword formation in front of him, flying the sword sect elite blocking the way, Han Muye's two swords interlaced, and his fighting spirit condensed into one.

"It's really not fun to fight like this."

He raised his head to the sky and shouted, his figure went straight up to the sky.

The aroused sword light turned into waves soaring into the sky, surging and shaking, breaking through the sky.

"Don't come under refining."

"On the alchemy, let's go together."

The sound oscillated, and the man and the sword merged, smashing away hundreds of millions of clouds and crashing into the void.

Go straight into the void, and only those above the void are eligible to fight!

With Han Muye's words, all the spiritual thoughts around him were rippling, and many people couldn't restrain their own power and exploded.

mad?

proud?

This is the real sword cultivator!

With fear in my heart, how can I be called a sword fairy?

Which sword fairy is not arrogant?

Countless sword lights lit up and went straight to the sky!

With a radius of 100,000 li, the light of the sword shone like stars.

Xuanling Sword Sect, the number one swordsmanship sect in the Rain-Fuying Immortal Realm.

"Okay! My sword sect hasn't produced such an arrogant sword fairy in hundreds of thousands of years! This battle, I have to take a good look at it." A white-haired swordsman let out a long laugh, and his body turned into a blue long sword, flying into the sky Straight up, breaking into the void.

There are not a few elders of Jianzong who are like him.

Sword cultivators are warlike in their bones.

With the sword in hand, why bother talking?

war!

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, rampant in the Yunteng wasteland, is really lonely and arrogant, you don't want to lose the style of my sword sect." There was a voice in the void, old and majestic.

"promise."

A group of sword celestial masters who were above the sword sect's refinement flew away and broke through the sky.

But they come out fast and retreat even faster.

"Boom—"

A ray of sword light slashed down, pressing the first three Lianxu Sword Immortals into the sky.

Han Muye's two swords flew across the sky, blocking everyone's way.

"If you want to come to Void to fight against Han, first let me see if I have the qualifications."

Han Muye raised his long sword, pointing forward.

"If you can't even take a sword from Han, don't come."

Only by catching a sword can one be qualified to fight in the void!

What kind of contempt is this?

"Canglang—"

A ray of sword light shone, and the power engulfing the shattering world disappeared in a flash, stabbing towards Han Muye's chest.

powerful.

quick.

With the sword light together, endless waves are rolled up, as if the sky is collapsing.

But the sword light was blocked by a cyan hair tie.

Roll the hairband, smash the sword light, and then lead the pale-faced Jianzong elite to shake off the dust.

"Tao Tianyu of the Yunchen Hall, the peak of refining the void, with the sword of star point, can fight to transform the void."

"Can't stop a sword!"

Those Jianzong elites gathered in Tianmen were in an uproar.

Those seniors of Jianzong in the distance all looked dignified.

"Look at the sword."

With a low shout, a beam of sword light turned into a long dragon, mobilizing the power of heaven and earth, roaring out.

This sword just appeared, and already shattered half of the sky, the dragon reached out and slapped Han Muye on the head.

Dissipate!

This sword is already the power of transforming the void, and it is combined with the cave hidden in the void.

Han Muye raised his hand, and the cyan hairband turned into a dagger, and he slashed it down.

The trapped sword in his right hand shattered and turned into a formation of thousands of sword lights, locking the long dragon.

"Boom—"

The hair band chopped off the sword light, wrapped the sword around, wrapped the disciple who had drawn the sword, and threw it down into the sky.

Not one step back.

Don't give up a sword!

"Even, even the ancient tea of ​​the elites of the three halls can't break through the void..." All the elites of the sword sect who were about to unleash their swords all looked forward in horror.

With the twin swords flying across the sky, Han Muye's fighting intent and sword intent were condensed, and a faint killing intent drew them together.

"Concentrating energy and spirit is a sword, no wonder Li Yungang couldn't take his sword first." In front of an illusory hall not far away, the eyes of an old man in a gray robe flickered.

"I always think his sword skills are more than that simple." Another old man frowned at Han Muye and said softly.

"First use the general momentum to provoke the fighting spirit of the elite disciples of the sword sect, and then challenge with a sword to show off your style," an old man with a simple face smiled slightly: "Now another sword strikes the sky."

"Stay at every step and win every step of the way. No wonder you can do things in the Yunteng Wasteland that others would not be able to do in ten thousand or one hundred thousand years in just ten years."

Outside the sky, there are several figures standing side by side at this time.

It's just that the celestial light on their bodies is dim, making it impossible for people to detect them.

The powerful Da Luo, Li Yungang, who could defeat the Sky Demon King, was also among them, but he could only stand behind, and he didn't have the arrogance that Li Shouzuo should have.

Because each of these people in front of him is an existence beyond Da Luo Jinxian!

Xianjun.

Swordsman Immortal.

These people are the real core of Jianzong, and every character is a strong man who is rampant in the fairy world.

"Gathering power, chaotic power, palm power, the power of the two thousand three hundred and twenty elites is gathered and scattered with one mind, and the means are good."

"My son, can you use it as an option?" An old man in a linen short robe asked softly.

He looked at Han Muye with his long sword across the sky, with a calm expression.

"The Burial Immortal City needs a person in charge, but he," another old man shook his head, said in a low voice, "too weak."

weak.

Han Muye's sword made all the elites of the Sword Sect restrain their hands, but in the eyes of these powerful people, it was too weak.

Others did not refute.

"Spirit Sword can control 30% of the God Slayer War Puppet. If he can get the approval of Spirit Sword, maybe he still has a chance." An old man in green robe said.

"There is little hope." The old man in front of him with his hands behind his back shook his head, his eyes were as deep as a starry sky.

"This time the Daoist sect's momentum has been cut off, but the next time the Zhoutian God Realm makes any moves, we probably won't be able to stop it."

"Slaying the gods is imperative."

There is an irresistible will in the old man's voice.

"If he can control the Immortal Burial City and the God Slayer War Puppet, when I leave, the Sword Sect can be handed over to him."

"It's just that he has to block the bloody battle sect."

Li Yungang standing behind had a complex expression.

Once, he also became a candidate.

Unfortunately, he lost.

Now, looking at the figure with the sword light blocking the sky without anyone stepping out, he couldn't feel his blood boiling.

If I had chosen to face the challenge head on like this back then, without taking a step back, would I have stepped into a realm I didn't even dare to think about now?

For so many years, I have been challenging everywhere, but I can no longer make up for the final retreat back then.

The more challenging it is, the more cowardly it is at the beginning.

The scene where the sword light is swaying in front of you, and the elites of thousands of sword sects can't take a step, is the real sword fairy!

"This kid, maybe he really has a chance..." Li Yungang muttered, with a bright halo in his eyes.

Jian Zong, how many years have not been a strong man who has overwhelmed his peers with a sword and made Wan Jian bow his head!

Day and night, no one can step out of the sky.

The kendo elites who rushed out ranged from one person with one sword, to three people forming an array, to ten people gathering strength.

The sword formation in front of Han Muye also changed from a trapped sword at the beginning to a nine-story sword tower.

On the cyan short sword in his hand, the condensed sword light was already dazzling, to the point where he couldn't look directly at it.

With the sword in front of him, no one can take a step closer.

Such a sword fairy, with a splendid demeanor.

This kind of style is the way of swordsmanship.

Han Muye blocked the Tianmen with one sword, and those elite disciples who were stopped were not only not annoyed, but were full of fighting spirit. Numerous disciples and elders watching the battle, only admire and admire, not jealous.

This is Jianxiu.

If you want to practice swords, you must be calm in your heart, and your mind and sword are as one.

At this time, thirty-two sword immortals at the peak of Lianxu made their moves at the same time.

The sword light condensed into a dragon of blue sword light, breaking through the sky wall and spanning thousands of miles.

"boom--"

Thirty-two sword lights cut through the sword array set up by the sinking sword in front of Han Muye.

Thirty-two sword lights didn't stop, and one whizzed, slashing at Han Muye's head.

This is the strongest lineup of Jianzong elites.

This sword is already the strongest sword gathered by 2,320 elites.

No matter how strong the Huaxu Sword Immortal was, they could attack together, but they couldn't make up the Heaven-Swinging Cloud Sword Formation composed of thirty-two sword immortals with similar cultivation levels.

In the sky-swinging cloud sword formation, the power of thirty-two sword celestials refining the emptiness can kill golden immortals and defeat Da Luo!

At this moment, the tens of thousands of Sword Sect disciples and Sword Sect experts all focused their attention on Han Muye.

Regardless of whether he can take this sword or not, he will become the strongest elite disciple of the Sword Sect for tens of thousands of years.

Han Wudi's name is well-deserved.

"Look, if he has a backhand, it's this sword." All the strong men in Xuntian Temple gathered their sword lights.

Han Muye is Zhu Ming's disciple, and he is qualified to be one of the masters of the Heaven Xun Temple, so he can't be injured by this sword.

"Hehe, in fact, several elders have paid attention to this battle. Even the suzerain may come in the form of divine sense. Why should we worry?" Zhou Sheng shook his head, but his face was full of indifference.

"Everyone knows that it is impossible for this sword to hurt him today, but if we don't behave, this kid will be snatched away by Zhantian Temple." Mu Huan looked at him in front of him and said.

Zhou Sheng opened his mouth, and looked at the figure of Han Muye who had been enveloped by the sword light.

What you said is quite reasonable, but why does it sound so strange?

Han Muye raised his head and watched the thirty-two swords disappear in one go.

This sword is extremely strong.

This is the unification of the will of the swordsman, and it is a sword that unites the general trend.

It is impossible to let them use this sword again.

This sword fights for the future trend of Jianzong.

Han Muye can retreat.

He didn't need to take this sword.

Because this day and night, no one can take a step out of the sky, and he has proved himself.

But he had to accept this sword.

The sword in his heart, the sword of the avenue that he pursued, is impatient!

His fighting spirit has reached its peak.

Stepping forward, the dagger was raised.

His eyes were clear, and he whispered softly.

The voice was so low that only he could hear it.

"I, Han Muye, have a sword in my hand. I must protect the way in my heart. Gods of heaven and earth, who can break my sword?"

Sword, thrust out.

The cyan sword light is soft and elegant, like a hair tie.

But this sword pierced through the void.

break.

Break a space of heaven, earth and world.

Break the space of the two worlds.

Break the space of the three worlds.

Breaking, in the space of ten thousand realms, the sword light turned into bright light, swallowing the long sword that gathered thirty-two sword intents.

"One sword to condense the myriad realms, this is the method of the spirit sword!" In front of the Xuntian Temple, the old man standing in front of Zhou Sheng had a sword light stirring on his body, and he shouted in a low voice.

"Spiritual sword, back then he used the sword in the Immortal Burial City, and this kid took that sword." Zhou Sheng's eyes flickered.

In the void, Li Yungang stared wide-eyed: "Spiritual Sword gathers the sword intent to condense the sword momentum. Back then, he took this sword."

"You can comprehend it with one sword strike, okay." A sword light surged from the body of a strong immortal standing in front of him, and he shouted loudly.

"Integrate Zhuming's long sword intent, and then quietly gather the spirit sword's sword of ten thousand realms," the voice of the old man with his hands behind his back in front of him showed a hint of admiration: "I haven't been able to gather strength all day and night, so I can bear it. "

"The nature of those who seek great power, and the sword of great power, both have it, not bad."

The old man's eyes fell on the nine-story sword tower in front of Han Muye, and said softly: "It's rare that even the nine-story sword tower chose him."

Turning back slowly, the old man glanced at the crowd of immortals and strong men: "Then, the alternative?"

Everyone bowed and cupped their hands: "Follow the order of the suzerain."

The old man nodded, raised his hand and waved his body away.

As they dispersed, there was also the sword light in front of Han Muye.

Thirty-two sword lights scattered, and Han Muye's condensed sword also recovered and turned into a shining sword light again.

This sword that gathered thousands of sword intents returned to his hand, as if the sword hadn't been stabbed at all just now.

"The retrospective of space and time can induce this kind of power, even a fairy, it is difficult, right?" Han Muye turned the short sword into a dazzling hairband, whispering softly.

He himself knew how strong that sword was just now, even Da Luo Jinxian couldn't dispel it lightly.

Although no one said who made the move, since someone stopped the battle, the battle would be over.

More than 2,000 Sword Sect elites dispersed, and Han Muye also flew down.

The Jianzong disciples who were watching around were full of reluctance, with emotion on their faces, and they turned around.

Watching this day, it's hard to imagine the improvement of my swordsmanship.

Seeing the peaks and ridges of high mountains, you can have valleys in your heart.

Han Muye's invincible sword cultivator's appearance will be remembered by countless Sword Sect disciples.

This is how sword cultivation should be in this life.

When Han Muye flew out of the city gate, an old Taoist in a green robe and in the realm of the Immortal Cave was standing there waiting for him.

"Han Muye, I am Xuanji, the elder of Zhenxuan Palace. Chen Qiu sent a message saying that you promised to go to the City of Burying Immortals as a disciple of Zhenxuan Palace."

"If you represent my Zhenxuan Palace, you can go to the Zhenxuan Palace to repair first." The old Taoist looked at Han Muye and said softly.

He came early, and he was planning to receive Han Muye to Zhenxuan Hall.

But he didn't expect that Han Muye would directly fight against the elite of the Sword Sect just after leaving the teleportation formation.

This battle also made him feel cold.

How could such a strong person, Han Wudi in Yunlan City, represent Zhenxuan Hall?

Asking now is just a formality.

It is estimated that people from Xuntian Temple and Zhantian Temple have also arrived.

"Okay, then I will go to Zhenxuan Palace with the elder." Han Muye nodded.

"Okay, I understand—go, go to Zhenxuan Palace?" Elder Xuanji was stunned for a moment, his face slowly turned from blank to ecstasy.

"Really go?"

Han Muye nodded: "Of course I'm going."

Elder Xuanji laughed loudly, then quickly stopped laughing, raised his hand and threw a small gray flying boat, then said in a low voice, "Go, go."

Feizhou Feidun left for a while, Zhou Shengfei ascended and landed, looked around, wondering: "Where did this kid go?"

Looking up, the figure of a strong man from Zhantian Temple disappeared in a flash.

...

There are sixteen Celestial Immortals and Golden Immortal Realm Elders who have not retreated from Zhenxuan Hall.

Among them, the elder Xuanqing with the highest cultivation level has already reached the realm of Daluo.

At this time, a group of elders sat around, quietly looking at Han Muye in front of them.

"Elders, is there anything else you want to ask?" Han Muye clasped his hands and said loudly.

"Uh, no, no." All the elders shook their heads.

They had been asking Han Muye for a long time just now, and they had already asked almost everything they could and couldn't ask.

"Cough cough," Elder Xuan Qing, who was wearing a gray Taoist robe, coughed softly, "Yunlan, you can represent my Zhenxuan Palace to guard the city of funerals, and going out is to represent my Zhenxuan Palace's face."

Several others nodded.

Elder Xuanqing raised his hand, and several sets of battle armors with celestial light, some moon white Taoist robes, sapphire belts, dust whisks, walking steps, etc., fell in front of Han Muye.

The two blue long swords flickered brightly.

Good sword.

fairy treasure.

"Tell me, what else do you need?" Elder Xuan Qing looked at Han Muye with a smile.

It turned out that what they promised was a fairy treasure.

But now that Han Muye's strength is so strong, he can't even get a single fairy treasure.

Han Muye looked at these robe treasures with the mark of Zhenxuan Hall, and put them away.

"The disciple wants to stay in Zhenxuan Palace and observe some senior swordsmanship." Han Muye said.

"Of course." Elder Xuanqing agreed with a smile.

They were not happy that Han Muye was going elsewhere.

"If it's an elite from the Sword Sect, I can communicate with you. If it's another senior, I hope the elders can block it for me." Han Muye said again.

"Okay." Elder Xuanqing nodded.

In fact, Han Muye has a lot of ties to the Sword Sect. He is a disciple of Zhantian Temple and Zhanshen Temple, who are inherited by Zhu Ming and Guan Dongyun.

If he has enough time, he is willing to stay in the sect, study the various inheritances, and study various senior swordsmanship.

But now there is only less than a year, what he needs is to maximize his own strength as much as possible.

The City of Burying Immortals is not a good place.

For a month, Han Muye never left Zhenxuan Hall.

Fighting with the elites of all parties in the Jianzong, he has a more thorough understanding of the swordsmanship inherited by the Jianzong.

"Om—"

The sword light flashed, and a long sword appeared in front of him.

Tens of thousands of sword lights staggered, locking the space in front of him.

Sword array.

Zhou Tian Sword Formation.

This is one of the means by which Han Muye maneuvers in the mundane world.

But at present, the power of this sword array is no longer enough.

The sword light moved separately and gathered into three thousand streamers.

This time the space in front of him was even more turbulent, so he had to raise his hand to prop up a light curtain.

This is the grand formation of Zhenxuan Hall, and Han Muye has been specially given a control authority.

Three thousand streamers is still too much.

It is impossible to have three thousand sword immortals lined up neatly.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Muye raised his hand and split the three thousand sword lights into ten small formations of three hundred people.

The sword light shining from each small formation is more agile.

not enough.

Even the Three Hundred Sword Immortals didn't get together whenever they wanted.

The small formation was further divided into a formation of thirty people.

"It makes sense for the thirty-two sword sects to form a formation." Looking at the sword formation in front of him, Han Muye whispered softly.

His own sword formation is not as strong as Lingyun formation.

"Then what if it is divided again?"

The sword array of thirty people split, and the number continued to increase and decrease.

"Six people form an array, and three arrays are connected."

"Six-man formation and eighteen-man formation, this is the foundation."

Seeing the sword light flashing in front of him, Han Muye smiled.

Deriving the sword array this time took him three months.

He was also very satisfied with the result.

A formation of six people can exert the greatest combat power, and the superposition of swordsmanship power can even become a bright fairy sword.

If the three formations are connected, the more advanced you can fight.

When Han Muye left the customs, Elder Xuan Qing who was guarding outside let out a long sigh of relief.

"Yunlan, if you don't leave the customs again, I won't be able to explain it." He smiled wryly and took out a golden scroll.

"Jianzong has an order that Yunlan Sword Immortal Han Wudi leads the sect elites to reinforce Buried Immortal City."

The issuance of this order meant that Han Muye, as the commander of this reinforcement, had absolute control over the dispatching and commanding.

Moreover, the transfer order also mentioned that Han Muye has the right to choose independently.

Jianzong elite, you can choose as you like.

Such authority is not insignificant.

This transfer order was issued three months ago, when Han Muye was in seclusion.

As soon as the order is issued, clouds move in all directions.

In the past three months, elites from all walks of life have come to visit Han Muye, wanting to know how he arranges and who he chooses to go to Burial City.

The City of Burying Immortals is a desperate place, and life and death are unpredictable there.

But for the disciples of Jianzong, there must be no fear of war.

As long as Han Wudi chooses him, it means he values ​​his own strength.

In the past three months, the atmosphere has been brewing continuously, and the elites of all parties are fighting openly and secretly, and swords are on the verge of breaking out.

"Yunlan, hurry up and choose, otherwise, there will be a real fight." Elder Xuanqing said in a low voice.

"No rush." ​​Han Muye put away the order and shook his head.

What came with the transfer order was a piece of jade slip with golden light.

The records in the jade slips are the information of the entire Jianzong's current elite disciples in the sect.

His cultivation base, combat power, and his proficiency in swordsmanship are all registered.

It may not be the most complete and authentic, but it must be the most official.

After taking the jade slip and transfer order, Han Muye went back to the main hall and studied it slowly.

This made Elder Xuanqing dumbfounded for a moment.

Time is urgent, and I have not chosen to run in, when will I wait?

When the news of Han Muye's exit came out, the waiting elites also quietly inquired.

"Don't worry, senior brother, you have a profound cultivation base, so you will definitely be invited by Yunlan Sword Immortal." In an empty hall, several disciples of the Sword Sect were sitting around, and someone looked at the thirty-year-old Taoist above him, and said with a chuckle.

"That's right, Senior Brother Gu Tang is the number one elite in my Cloudless Palace, so he will naturally be invited." A disciple below responded.

The first Taoist was smiling, his eyes flickering.

For a while, everyone was waiting to see who Han Muye would invite first.

It's just that time passed, Han Muye came out of the hall three days later, but he didn't invite anyone, but handed a jade slip to Elder Xuanqing.

"I trouble the elder to announce the practice method of this sword array."

"Just say that fellow sects who are willing to go to the City of Burying Immortals can form an formation on their own."

"At that time, I will choose people based on the strength of the sword array."

Sword array?

Elder Xuan Qing showed doubts on his face.

Is it the Lingyun Formation of the sect?

It is not easy to form this formation.

Thirty-two sword masters of the same rank and with comparable combat power still need to work together, which is not something that can happen in a short while.

If you choose this way, I'm afraid you won't be able to pick many people.

Reaching out to take the jade slip, he penetrated into it with his spiritual sense.

"what?"

"Six Xuan Tianyuan Formation, six people can form a battle formation, it's wonderful!"

"The rings are intertwined and the power is balanced. The most important thing is that the killing power is superimposed. If the three formations are connected, they can have heaven-defying combat power."

Elder Xuan Qing raised his brows, thinking about it, he was even more excited: "Good formation!"

He looked at Han Muye, and said with some pain, "Such a situation, do you really want to make it public?"

Once made public, this battle will spread throughout the entire Jianzong.

According to common sense, such a good battle should be kept in a secret and kept secret.

"Elder, my disciples from the Sword Sect follow me to the Immortal Burial City. Life and death are unpredictable. Am I still reluctant to part with a formation?" Han Muye spoke with a calm expression.

This remark made Elder Xuanqing's expression startled, he nodded and said: "Yun Lan is really kind."

"Okay, I will spread the formation."

If this rumor spreads, it will definitely be studied by the sect.

Those elite disciples who want to follow Han Muye to Bury the Immortal City will also practice seriously.

In this way, according to what Han Muye said, it is possible to choose the strong and weak according to the strength of the formation.

This kind of choice saves the previous competition and balances the rift among the sect elites.

Looking at Han Muye, Elder Xuanqing smiled and said, "You have extraordinary means, you can stop the elites from fighting among themselves."

Han Muye looked outside the main hall, and there was a trace of deep aura in his eyes.

"I also ask the elders to help me send a message. I need five colleagues from the same sect to form an formation, and another twelve fellow sects to form three formations."

"The hundred celestial immortals and great demons that I am accompanying also need to find their own contractors."

Looking at the wide-eyed Elder Xuan Qing, Han Muye smiled slightly: "Elder, isn't it difficult to spread this message?"

not difficult?

After the news got out, for Yun Lan Sword Immortal's qualification, the Sword Sect elites might fight red-eyed!

"I, I will try my best." Elder Xuan Qing murmured with trembling corners of his mouth.