Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Kill the true spirit, and then step into the realm of the true spirit.

In this way, the Golden Crow clan will have one more true spirit realm.

If there is still one true spirit, and the three true spirits join forces, there may be a chance of survival.

"Okay." Shang Zhenyu's eyes flickered with golden light, looking at Han Muye: "But if you, Patriarch Han, fail to step into the True Spirit, I will go directly to the next floor."

Han Muye's inability to become a true spirit meant that they had no chance of winning at all.

In this case, if you stay here and fight with the opponent, the final result may be death.

There are not many people who have cultivated to the True Spirit Realm to be as strong as Qin Nanxun.

However, compared with Zhang Yu, Shang Zhen Prison is different.

Zhang Yu is too irresponsible.

"My son of Shangzhen prison, there are human spirits who are besieging and killing the true spirits of my Jinwu tribe!" Someone shouted outside the big tent.

True spirit of the human race?

Zhang Yu?

Zhang Yu didn't leave and went to the next floor?

If they could keep Zhang Yu, they would have a better chance of winning.

"I'll go take a look." Shang Zhenyu said in a low voice.

Han Muye's heart skipped a beat, and he followed closely: "I'll go with you."

Shang Zhenyu looked back at him and nodded.

The two flew out, and there were several Golden Crow masters standing outside.

"Someone found my Golden Crow Clan Spirit besieged by an army 30,000 miles away."

A middle-aged man in a red battle armor delivered a jade slip to Shang Zhen Prison.

Shangzhen Prison's divine sense penetrated, and his eyes flickered: "Zhu Chenyang? Has he come to the Seizing the Sun Conference?"

Handing the jade slip to Han Muye, Shang Zhen said, "Zhu Chenyang is the first among the descendants of Qu Yu's tribe. I thought he wouldn't come this time."

It seems that he came here to hide his identity, and naturally he wanted to catch him by surprise at the Seizing the Sun Conference.

According to Han Muye's records in the jade slips, at least three thousand Jinwu people were besieged, supported by a true spirit.

The two Human Race True Spirit Realm led an army of 30,000 people to besiege and kill them, and the Golden Crow Clan was already in jeopardy.

"Han patriarch, how to save?"

Shang Zhenyu looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye reasoned quickly in his mind, taking all the factors into consideration, and said in a deep voice, "If the whole army is dispatched, we have a 30% chance of winning."

Glancing at the Shang Town Prison, Han Muye's eyes flickered, "If we charge directly to the closed town, even if the closed town is out of trouble, it's not like we don't have a chance to leave this floor."

At this time, lead the army to a decisive battle with the opponent!

Whether it was Shang Zhenyu or the others, they all looked at Han Muye in surprise.

The 40,000 Golden Crow elites here seem to be a lot of people, but they are actually scattered.

If everyone's strength can really be gathered, Shangzhen Prison will not be pessimistic.

The only people in the world who can fight with one heart are the human race, right?

The battle formation of the human race means that the more people there are, the stronger the combat power will be.

However, Shang Zhen Prison reacted extremely quickly.

"Okay, please arrange everything with Patriarch Han." He cupped his fists at Han Muye and said loudly, "Shang Zhen Prison is willing to be the vanguard."

Han Muye was also not polite, and directly raised his hand: "Please Shangzhen prison son lead all the strongmen from the eighth and ninth floors of Yuanling to rescue Zhang Chenyang first."

Shang Zhenyu nodded, flew up, and with a loud cry, thousands of strong Golden Crows followed him and formed a thousand-foot-long Golden Crow phantom, rushing out of the camp.

Such a powerful force is enough to attack an army of 30,000 people.

Even if the human army is formed, it can guarantee that the besieged true spirit powerhouse and the three thousand golden crows will not collapse for a while.

Seeing Shang Zhen prison leading the strong man away, Han Muye flew up.

"Everyone, now that time is urgent, Mr. Han will not be humble. Everyone will receive a set of battle armor and a divine flame."

As he spoke, he waved off a pile of black battle armor.

The protective power of the battle armor is not too strong, but it is enough to resist the unformed human soldiers.

This battle armor is not entirely for defense, but more for identifying who is one of them.

Humans are good at disguising.

As for Shenyan, it was also for the purpose of distinguishing whether they were real Golden Crows when they met other members of the Golden Crow.

It took two hours for the 30,000-odd army to rectify, and it looked like a simple formation wearing black armor.

I don't expect to have the strength of the battle formation, but at least I can have more cohesion.

The powerhouses of the eighth-level Yuanling and the ninth-level Yuanling all left with Shangzhen Prison, and no one here questioned Han Muye's command.

This is also the reason why Han Muye let the elites of the Golden Crow Tribe from the eighth and ninth levels of Yuanling Realm leave with Shang Town Prison.

"Set off!"

With a loud shout, Han Muye flew into a golden Golden Crow phantom, mobilizing the power of Yuanling in everyone, condensing into a three thousand zhang Golden Crow, and spreading its wings forward.

Flying all the way, he tried his best to guide everyone's Golden Crow's bloodline power to slowly condense.

The power of the Golden Crow bloodline on his body radiated like a great sun.

At this moment, he didn't hide anymore.

The blood power of the Blazing Sun Golden Crow Realm caused the power of the Golden Crow blood in everyone to boil.

Chaoyang, scorching sun, scorching sun, Blazing Sun Golden Crow, Yongming Golden Crow, Great Sun Golden Crow.

These Golden Crow elites who only have Chaoyang and Scorching Yang bloodlines, their bloodline power is constantly improving under the impetus of Han Muye's Chiri Golden Crow.

At this moment, it seems that everyone's blood power is awakening.

For these Golden Crow elites, they wished that this process of rapid bloodline improvement could continue forever.

"boom--"

Between the sky and the earth ahead, the golden light shining from the Golden Crow's bloodline collided with a black divine light.

That was Shang Zhen prison and a true spirit realm fighting!

As the Golden Crow moved forward, another Bloodline of the Golden Crow was also fighting with all its strength.

The human race planted two true spirits here!

An army of 30,000, and two true spirits, they can definitely surround and kill three thousand Golden Crows and one true spirit.

The reason for waiting until now must be to attract more Jinwu people.

Fortunately, this time Han Muye decided to mobilize all the troops, otherwise, the little Golden Crow who came here to rescue would be killed continuously.

When the 3000-foot Golden Crow arrived, everyone discovered that the human army here was not 30,000, but 40,000.

Sure enough, this is a siege to fight for aid.

Using a strong man in the true spirit realm as bait, the Golden Crow had no choice but to save them.

Thirty thousand troops besieged the three thousand Golden Crows and trapped the true spirits of the Golden Crows to death.

The other 10,000 troops tried their best to resist the 3,000 Jinwu strong men who came to rescue them.

These three thousand Golden Crows are all masters of the eighth and ninth ranks, and the battle formation formed by an army of 10,000 races condensed a phantom of a mighty violent bear, waving its fists, blocking everyone in front.

This is the strength of the battle formation.

10,000 soldiers can stop 3,000 Jinwu strong men.

Even though the battle formation was clearly in jeopardy, it persisted through repeated repairs.

As long as the besieged 3,000 Golden Crows are eliminated there and the 30,000 army turns around, all the strong members of the 3,000 Golden Crows will be wiped out.

Although the Golden Crow tribe is strong individually, it is a pity that they have no way to form an formation, and they all fight on their own.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the two true spirits who fought against Shang Zhenyu and Zhu Chenyang of the Jinwu clan.

It wasn't the four suppressed true spirits, nor the two true spirits who chased and killed Zhang Yu.

Looking at it this way, the human race actually arranged eight strong men in the true spirit realm here.

This amount is really scary.

The human race is so powerful!

"Follow me!"

This is not the time to be emotional, the Golden Crow fell, and all the elites of the Golden Crow tribe in black armor were boiling with blood and power.

Along the way, Han Muye used the power of the Blazing Sun Golden Crow to stimulate the power of their bloodlines, making each of them immersed in the joy of increasing bloodline powers.

"boom--"

Han Muye took the lead, rushing to the front of the silver armor battle formation, and punched out.

On the silver-armored battle formation, a gigantic Coiling Dragon phantom emerged, its claws slapping down on Han Muye's fist.

"Boom—"

Han Muye's figure was knocked back ten feet.

This is the terrible thing about the human battle formation.

It can gather the power of tens of thousands of troops to attack high-level with low-level.

Han Muye knew that this kind of power would eventually become the mainstream of practice in the world.

In future generations, there is no room for the inheritance of the bloodline of divine beasts.

In the later generations, he also led countless sword cultivators to challenge against the sky with the power of the sword array.

In this world of ruins, whether it is the Jinwu clan or other races and beasts in the wilderness, they are probably continuing their final glory, right?

After the Great Desolation, the masters of the practice in the world are the human race.

Han Muye looked up at the gloomy sky, his heart was ups and downs for a while.

Since I joined this realm and chose the identity of the Golden Crow clan, then use the power of the bloodline of the Golden Crow clan to shine in this world of ruins and let the power of the bloodline burst into brilliance!

"boom--"

On his body, the Golden Crow Divine Flame and the power of the blood were intertwined, turning into a golden battle armor.

The enlightenment in his heart made his strength seem to be sublimating.

In the entire inheritance secret place, it seems that it is constantly shaking.

This is a kind of power interweaving induction in the dark!

At this moment, all the members of the Golden Crow tribe felt that the power of their blood seemed to be blessed in some way.

Ahead, beyond the bodies of the two Golden Crow true spirits fighting against the human true spirits, golden divine lights emerged one after another.

This power made all the members of the Jinwu tribe even stronger.

Everyone was surprised where this power came from. No one knew that it had something to do with Han Muye.

Han Muye took a deep breath, and didn't care how surprised the other Golden Crows were. The golden light that burst out from his body was even brighter, and he punched out again.

"Golden Crow, Potian—"

Sky breaking fist!

A phantom of a ten-foot-high Golden Crow emerged, waving its claws one by one, and the world in front of it seemed to be torn apart.

The body of the Golden Crow turned into tens of millions, and it slammed into the surroundings.

"boom--"

The body of the long dragon above the human battle formation was wrapped by the golden crow.

The Golden Crow turned into golden flames, entangling the long dragon.

At this moment, those soldiers in the human army formation were struck, and all the people below the seventh floor of Yuanling trembled.

This is a sign of lack of strength.

The power of Han Muye's punch has already involved a trace of the foundation of the formation.

The main energy of the 40,000 army was to besiege and kill the 3,000 Golden Crows, and the strength they could use to resist Han Muye's attack was limited.

"kill--"

Han Muye yelled loudly, and led more than 30,000 Golden Crow elites behind him to rush towards the opening of the army formation that was blasted away by his punch.

In front, someone shouted in the army formation, and the formation was changing rapidly.

More phalanxes rushed towards Han Muye and the others.

Immediately, the resistance here increased greatly.

The footsteps of Han Muye and the others were blocked immediately.

In this way, the Three Thousand Golden Crow Clan, which was about to collapse, had a chance to breathe.

"Kill him." There was a low voice in the void.

It was the True Spirit Realm who had fought against Shang Zhen Prison.

"Take care of yourself!" Shang Zhenyu snorted coldly, and the transformed Golden Crow flapped its wings and grabbed it.

In the shadow of the Golden Crow, a layer of golden divine light shrouded his body, and he held a golden long knife in his hand and kept waving it.

There are two divine lights behind the human true spirit, one is the eighth-level Yuanling of the Jinwu tribe, and the other is the golden long snake true spirit.

The power of the long snake spirit seemed to be afraid of the power of the Golden Crow, but this human spirit held a warhammer in his hand, on which golden lights intersected, and at least twenty divine lines emerged.

A real weapon with twenty true spirit and divine patterns.

The power that such a real weapon can increase is unimaginable to outsiders.

These treasures not only make up for the gap in the power of the true spirit's blood, but also allow this human true spirit to fight against Shang Zhenyu without losing the wind.

With the order of the true spirit of the human race, eighteen Yuanling eighth-level and ninth-level powerhouses flew over.

The eighteen powerhouses instantly formed an array, turning into chains and enveloping Han Muye.

Behind Han Muye, those Golden Crow elites in black armor wanted to rush forward to rescue him.

"You continue to charge!" Han Muye shouted loudly, his eyes bursting with dazzling expressions.

At this moment, he decided not to hide anymore.

In this world of ruins, he needs to use the power of the blood of the divine beasts to show the last bright light for these divine beasts that disappeared in later generations.

After his mind became clear, the blood in his body began to surge continuously.

Can no longer hide!

His blood boiled, his divine flames burned, and his physical and spiritual powers were at their peak.

It was a vibration induced by the power of heaven and earth and the body.

"boom--"

Behind Han Muye, a translucent silver Golden Crow Yuanling emerged.

In this primordial spirit, a faint golden light is already shining.

The peak of the nine-level primordial spirit, a half-step true spirit!

At this moment, the picture in Han Muye's mind appeared in the original real spirit bone about the realm of immortals and the way of true spirit cultivation.

The true spirits gather to form the true spirit pattern and condense the true spirit bones.

"Om—"

The golden light flickered, and on the top of Han Muye's head, golden lines intertwined, forming an illusory Golden Crow.

Independent of the Golden Crow Yuanling, there is another Golden Crow phantom.

True spirit!

It's not really a true spirit, but a half-step true spirit, which condenses half of the true spirit and divine pattern, and condenses half of the true spirit bone.

At this moment, Han Muye's understanding of the power of heaven and earth was sublimated.

Looking at the strong man in the realm of true spirits, he can already look directly.

"boom--"

Around him, golden light crisscrossed.

The eighteen strong men of the human race looked dignified, and they stretched out their swords with all their strength.

Even if Han Muye didn't make a single move, the strength he showed was far beyond their level.

Seeing the sword being attached to his body, Han Muye's expression was calm.

If it was before, he might have to dodge a little bit.

At this point, no need.

Under the true spirit are all ants, really.

He raised his hand, and the golden light around his body turned into a long sword.

With the golden long sword in his hand, he stepped forward with one step. The light of the sword followed his figure, and with one thrust of the sword, he pierced through the bodies of three strong human races who also held swords.

Another sweep with the blade of the long sword sent the five strong men back hundreds of feet away.

The sword edge exploded and turned into endless golden light.

The golden light pierced through the six strong human races in front of him, and after they were seriously injured, they were pushed out hundreds of feet away.

A wrong face, out of the eighteen human Yuanling eighth-level and ninth-level powerhouses, there are only four left!

This is because Han Muye's swordsmanship is extremely strong, and it is also because his cultivation is so strong that these human race experts are hard to resist.

"Boom—"

Around Han Muye's body, the golden streamer exploded and then gathered again, forming a long sword.

On the edge of the sword, there is a half-way of the true spirit.

True spirit bone!

This sword is Han Muye's true spirit bone!

In the distance, the faces of the four fighting true spirits showed surprise.

There is actually someone in the world who condenses his true spirit bone into a sword?

"Use the soul as the sword, use the cultivation as the sword, and use the body as the sword..."

Han Muye whispered softly.

Isn't this the inheritance of Jiange on Jiuxuan Mountain?

Raising swords.

Soldiers and swords.

Congeal the sword.

Perhaps, everything in the world is a cycle of complexity and simplicity?

Who would have thought that Han Muye would actually comprehend the swordsmanship that is consistent with the countless thousands of years of practice world inheritance in this world?

It's not swordsmanship, it's the ultimate principle of swordsmanship!

Whether it is Zhou Tian swordsmanship or Tianxuan swordsmanship, in the end they must be condensed into the ultimate principle of swordsmanship.

This step is extremely important to Han Muye.

His comprehension of the way of the sword is already extremely deep, but it is not enough.

All along, he dared not use the Immortal Trapping Sword, Immortal Killing Sword, and Immortal Absolute Sword together.

The most important thing is that his cultivation base and spirit cannot control the three swords to work together, and his kendo comprehension cannot directly control the three swords at the same time.

For now, maybe that's enough.

When he left the Ruin Realm and went to the God Realm, it was the time when his three divine swords gathered.

"Om—"

A golden light flashed on the long sword in his hand, and Han Muye slashed out with a sword.

The bodies of the four strong human races standing in front of him were directly crushed, and the golden sword light roared forward.

The ten thousand zhang sword light cut through the battle formation, directly tearing apart the human battle formation!

The Golden Crow elite in black battle armor rushed into the middle of the bright silver battle formation like a tide.

The battle formation was broken, and the cohesive power of the human race could not be gathered. Each square formation fought on its own, and no powerful force emerged.

The power of the phalanx alone can't resist the powerhouses of the Golden Crow tribe.

"boom--"

It was not the phalanx that collapsed first, but the army of 10,000 people standing in front of the 3,000 strong men led by Shang Zhenyu.

The three thousand Golden Crows are all ninth-level Yuanlings and eighth-level Yuanlings, and everyone is a master.

The 10,000 army was struggling to resist them, but now that the battle formation behind them was broken, they couldn't stop them and were rushed away.

Three thousand strong Golden Crows charged forward and joined the more than 30,000 Golden Crows led by Han Muye to attack the human formation again.

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the four realms of true spirits who were fighting.

"Withdraw." The black-armored man who had knocked Zhang Chenyang back with a punch shouted, and golden lights scattered from his hands, allowing the battle formation below to slowly gather.

Zhang Chenyang snorted coldly, rushed forward again, and began to wrestle with the big man.

Before, he was trying his best to resist the attack of the human spirits, but now, it's the other way around.

As for the other side, Shangzhen Prison was already on par with the true spirit of the human race. Now that the human army is retreating, the true spirit has no heart to fight to the death.

But since the true spirit was revealed, a battle without death would damage his vigor in the future, and the old man in the blue robe couldn't retreat, so he fully stimulated the power of the true spirit to confront Shang Zhenyu.

Holding the golden long sword, Han Muye did not rush into the battle formation with the army, but stepped slowly into the air, suspended in the sky and the earth.

His approach made those two human beings feel great pressure.

Han Muye is a half-step true spirit, although the sword in his hand has only half a true spirit pattern, but it is a collection of true spirit bones.

This sword can hurt the true spirit.

The power Han Muye displayed just now has means, it is clearly capable of being a true spirit.

His joining at this time will definitely change the situation of the battle.

Han Muye walked forward step by step.

The golden light on his body became brighter and brighter.

Blazing Sun Golden Crow!

The power of this bloodline was stimulated, and even Zhang Chenyang and Shang Zhenyu felt the energy in their bodies boiling.

The golden divine flame!

The divine light rises, illuminating the surrounding world.

Endless heat radiated to the surroundings, and all the Jinwu people seemed to be bathed in divine light, feeling warm all over.

But on the other hand, the human race seemed to be suffering in purgatory at this time.

"Walk!"

When Han Muye was a thousand feet closer, the old man who was fighting with Shang Zhen Prison couldn't bear it any longer, shouted loudly, and stepped back.

At the moment of retreating, the power of the true spirit on his body fluctuated for a while, as if it was about to be shattered.

He raised his hand, and a golden talisman flew out.

"Boom—"

The golden talisman turned into another illusory true spirit, and then shattered.

Use the power of talismans to replace your own true spirit, and bear the suppression of the power of rules.

The human race has found a flaw in the cultivation of the true spirit realm!

In the future, the human race will never fight to the death in the true spirit realm!

Both Shang Zhenyu and Zhang Chenyang looked horrified.

On the contrary, Han Muye was not surprised by this scene.

The human race is able to figure out the power of heaven and earth by various means.

Compared with these wild races who follow the power of heaven and earth and follow the rules of heaven and earth, the human race has no respect for heaven and earth.

The human race has always been constantly probing, pondering, and provoking.

The rules of heaven and earth are to be used and controlled.

"boom--"

The two true spirit realms joined forces and knocked Shang Zhenyu and Zhang Chenyang back a few steps with one blow.

But they wanted to rush to the army formation below and were blocked.

In the end, less than 30,000 of the 40,000-strong army retreated.

The Golden Crow also lost nearly 3,000 people in this battle.

These are the three thousand elites of the Golden Crow Clan, each of whom is the hope of the future clan.

But for everyone, this is already a big win.

In this battle, not only repelled the true spirit of the human race, but also rescued a true spirit of the Golden Crow tribe.

In this way, the Golden Crow's chances of winning have increased by one point.

"This is the chief of the Hanshan tribe." Shang Zhenyu, who flew down, introduced to Zhang Chenyang.

"Zhang Chenyang, thank you Patriarch Han for the rescue." Zhang Chenyang cupped his hands and said in a deep voice.

Not to mention the grace of saving lives, Han Muye's power that is not inferior to the real spirit realm is also worthy of respect.

What's more, at this time, Han Muye's blood was surging, and there was also that endless divine flame.

This is far beyond their existence.

If the person in front of him was not really from the Jinwu clan, Zhang Chenyang and Shang Zhenyu would have thought that he was like the Phoenix clan, capable of Nirvana and reconstruction.

Otherwise, how could he cultivate such a blazing Sun Golden Crow bloodline and such a Golden Crow Divine Flame in the Yuanling Realm?

"You two, this is not the time to reminisce about the old days. Before the human race has reacted and the army has not gathered, we will attack the four human spirits who have been sealed off with all our strength."

"Qin Nanxun's sacrifice cannot be wasted."

Han Muye spoke in a deep voice.

Shang Zhenyu and Zhang Chenyang looked at each other and nodded.

But half an hour later, the regrouped army set off at full speed.

Everyone was wearing the black battle armor sent by Han Muye, turning into a black torrent.

The Jinwu clan rushed at full speed, gathering and scattered clansmen along the way.

The scattered army formations of those human races were broken.

After tens of thousands of miles, the army gathered more than 60,000.

This is probably the only remaining Golden Crow clan here.

Excluding a small number of Golden Crows who entered the next level, at least 20,000 Golden Crows died.

"boom--"

In the void ahead, the golden beam of light was magical, and the endless divine light shattered.

Han Muye's complexion changed.

"The town is going to be broken!"

Jueran flashed across his face, and he shouted loudly: "Chong——"