Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

It is also the transmission of power through the air. At this time, the middle-aged man in black robe that Han Muye sees is like a bright moon compared to the master of the Southern Wilderness.

This person's power has been passed on from countless thousands of miles away, and it is still magnificent, as if the world is mighty.

What degree of great cultivator is this?

Seeing the middle-aged smiling face, Han Muye's palm slowly released the long sword.

He didn't instill Sword Qi into the sword, so naturally he let it go.

The middle-aged man wearing a green robe showed a hint of confusion on his face, looked at Han Muye, then chuckled and disappeared.

In the imperial city of Zhongzhou, thousands of miles away, in a majestic Great Hall, a faint voice rang out.

"Come on, go to Jiuxuan Mountain in Xijiang to see."

But for a moment, a flying horse rushed out.

On the plaque in front of the Great Hall, there are three ancient characters "Wen Xiangfu".

...

On the third floor of the sword pavilion, Han Muye, who let go of his hand, looked at the long sword in front of him with a complicated expression.

Xuanyang Guard, Xuanyang Sword.

Jiange Elder said that there is no Xuanyang sword in the world, which means that there is no Xuanyang sword that hides endless opportunities.

The Xuanyang Sword is nothing but the sword of the dark guard of the Tianxuan Dynasty in Zhongzhou.

This dark guard is in the hands of the minister of letters of the Tianxuan Dynasty in Zhongzhou.

If you want, you can become a Xuanyang Guard with this sword.

Hold this sword, manage the injustices in the world, and protect the peace of the Tianxuan world.

The pictures seen in the sword made Han Muye's blood boil.

Bloodthirsty Demonic Beasts, overhauled demons, alien beasts from outside the sky, demons who practice with human blood...

All those who harm the human race in the Profound Sky World and disturb the order of the Profound Sky World are the enemies of Xuanyang Guard.

Dressed in darkness, the sword has light.

"Zhongzhou."

Sitting slowly in front of the long desk, Han Muye whispered softly.

"not the right time yet."

"However, I have to go and see..."

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After returning from Fengshou Mountain with swords, the battle situation on Fengshou Mountain also spread.

Two Heavenly Realm overhaulers in the Southern Wilderness are in charge, and several Half-step Heavenly Realm powerhouses have taken action. If the Western Border is not familiar with the terrain, I am afraid that they would have been defeated long ago.

At present, the overhaul of the Western Border Heaven Realm, Taiyi Jianzong Tu Sun Shi has already arrived at Fengshou Mountain and fought a battle with the Southern Wild Heaven Realm monster.

With one enemy and two, Tu Sunshi remained undefeated.

It is also because of the support of Master Tu Sun that the low-level disciples in the Western Xinjiang can achieve several great victories.

Among them, He Xuanqi and Wang Hui, who combine the two swords of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, have outstanding combat power and are already well-known in Western Xinjiang.

The name of Jiu Xuan Sword Gate also has a lot of weight in the Western Border Cultivation World.

Yang Dingshan fought against Half Step Heaven three times in Fengshou Mountain, but unfortunately he failed to kill each other.

The strength of the Southern Wilderness Demon is not comparable to that of the Tailing Sword Sect Elder Xia Yunyang who was injured before.

Han Muye, who sits in the sword pavilion, listens for news from the door every day.

Whether it is the information Lu Gao inquired in the handyman and Outer Sect, or the various information circulating in the spiritual land, Han Muye will integrate it and make his own judgment.

Perhaps, this is what it takes to be an outsider in the chess game?

"The sword pavilion is an important place, and you can't enter without a sword—"

At the gate of Jiange, Lu Gao's loud voice sounded.

"Are you Lu Gao who has cultivated the martial arts?"

"Really good."

A rough voice sounded.

Han Muye on the third floor of Jiange got up and walked down the stairs.

Lu Shi.

Li San.

When he came to the gate of Jiange, he saw Lu Shi in a white robe and neatly folded, and Li San in a green robe with a cold face, standing in front of the gate of Jiange.

"Lu Yizeng, the inner discipline of Jianmen, come to lead the sword." Lu Shi raised his hands towards Han Muye and cupped his hands.

"Li Xixi, come and lead the sword." Li San's eyes fell on Han Muye, and he said lightly.

Standing in front of the Jiange gate, Lu Gao opened his mouth wide.

Inner Sect fifth, Lu Yizeng.

Inner Sect second, Li Xixi.

Han Muye knew that the Inner Sect still had the identity of Inner Sect.

Inheritance is only the identity of the upper and middle class of the door, not everyone in the Sect knows.

Just like his nineteenth heirloom, few people in the entire Sect know about it.

"Third sister, tenth brother, are you going down the mountain?"

Han Muye looked at the two of them and spoke in a low voice.

The two of them had been Closed Door Training before, and Qi Shisan and the others did not come out of the spiritual ground when they descended the mountain.

"There needs to be reinforcements over at Fengshou Mountain." Lu Shi said lightly.

really.

The news from there is good news but not bad news.

But judging from the recent mobilization of the masters in the door, it is really not very optimistic.

The strength of the Southern Wilderness Monster Race is much stronger than that of the Western Border.

"When will the third sister and tenth brother leave?" Han Muye looked at the two and asked.

"Get the sword and go." Li San's voice was still as cold.

Li San, who walked out of the spiritual ground, had the sharpness and indifference of a swordsman.

"Lu Dage, go and fix a table of wine and vegetables." Han Muye looked at the sky and said with a smile: "I always eat the wine and vegetables of the tenth brother, and I have to practice it for you today."

Lu Gao nodded and ran away.

Lu Shi and Li San looked at each other and nodded.

"Brother Ten, what sword do you want to choose?"

"If it's convenient, show me your best swordsmanship?"

Han Muye looked at Lu Shi and said softly.

In the spiritual land, Han Muye said that he is good at choosing swords.

In Jiu Xuan Sword Gate, the evaluation of several sword watchers in the sword pavilion has also changed from mysterious and short-lived before to the sixth brother of Yi Bo Yuntian, who is good at sword selection.

"Haha, okay, I heard that Senior Brother Han of Jiange has no unfamiliar swordsmanship." Lu Shi raised his hand, and a large sword appeared in his hand.

"I also want to see how good you are at Nineteen in choosing swords and knowing swords."

The words fell, and the great sword in Lu Shi's hand swung straight down.

"drink--"

Sword Ray shines like a river running. Three Profound Swordsmanship, rushing.

This swordsmanship itself is infused with the power of the water system, turning it into an endless superposition of power.

The water of the Tianhe rushes for thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers can be destroyed.

Lu Shi's Sword Ray has almost condensed into Sword Intent, and looking at his swordsmanship, people have a feeling of being swayed and unable to control themselves.

As if standing under a waterfall of thousands of feet, the water flow that hits the head will turn people into pieces.

"The tenth brother's rushing swordsmanship has been completed, and one move crosses thousands of miles, and the river overturns."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

The expression on Lu Shi's face, who had Sword Ray flashing in his hand, was full, and Sword Ray was even more long and hurried.

Li San, who was standing aside, also looked at Han Muye curiously.

"Om-"

After Lu Shi's swordsmanship practice was completed, the long sword was returned to its sheath, and then he stood under the stone steps.

There was also a turbulent cloud above his head that looked like a Tianhe.

This is the appearance of Sword intent affecting the sky, the earth and the clouds, and it is a means only for real masters.

"Tenth brother, although your rushing swordsmanship is brilliant, if you want to completely condense into Sword Intent, and even turn him into a sword force every day, you still lack some opportunities."

Han Muye's words made Lu Shi frown.

"Nineteen is right. Master also said that my swordsmanship is not yet rounded."

Han Muye shook his head, stretched out his hand and took the sword from Lu Shi's hand, turning around and entering the sword pavilion.

But for a moment, he came out with a sword in his hand.

Seeing the style of this sword, Lu Shi looked strange.

Li San on the side also narrowed his eyes, staring at the sword in Han Muye's hand.

"The pinnacle of the semi-spiritual weapon, the sword of Cui Youjin, the elder of the Sword Sect, five hundred years ago."

"Clear flow."

Han Muye held the long sword and spoke lightly.

"Cui Elder? Was a half-step master of the water vein back then?"

Lu Shiyi was stunned, and hurriedly asked.

"Yes." Han Muye nodded and handed over the long sword.

"This sword is three feet, one inch and eight points long, and weighs five jins. The width of the sword is two points."

Lu Shi held the sword, stretched out his hand and drew it out, seeing that it was a thin sword only two minutes wide.

"Nineteen, do you want me to use this sword?" Lu Shi frowned.

This sword is much lighter and thinner than his big sword.

Totally not used to it.

"If you lift weight lightly, if you lift light weight, this Realm has already been achieved for Brother Ten." Han Muye pointed at the long sword and said lightly, "What Brother Ten wants to do is to kill with this sword."

kill?

Lu Shi raised his head.

"Ten Brother, there is no murderous intent in your sword."

"In those days, Elder Cui held this sword to destroy the Zhuyuan Sword Sect, beheaded three hundred sword cultivators, and smashed through the redness of the Zhuyuan River."

In Han Muye's mind, he was shocked when he saw this scene.

Sword repair, murder.

A sword that does not kill, what does it repair?

At that moment, he had a clear understanding in his heart.

Turning his head, Han Muye looked at Li San: "Sanjie, how about the sword I chose for my tenth brother?"

Li San nodded and said, "Okay."

"This guy usually hunts a lot of small beasts, but I don't think he has killed anyone."

Standing on the side, Lu Shi's face turned red, and he muttered: "I kill, why do I kill..."

Han Muye shook his head.

A sword that never kills, how come Sword intent?

Li San's eyes were bright and he looked at Han Muye: "Nineteen, help me choose a sword too."

She raised her hand and threw the long sword in her hand to Han Muye.

"I just need to change a sword."

Reaching out to grab Li San's cyan long sword, Han Muye looked up at her.

"You choose me well, and I will share half of my wine with you." Li San said softly.

Sad wine.

The wine that Deng Chungang gave to Li San.

This wine can condense Sword Qi and make Sword Qi more pure.

There are many ways to consolidate Sword Qi in the practice world, but Han Muye feels that this sad wine is also excellent among them.

"Okay, I'll try."

Han Muye chuckled lightly, holding his hand on the hilt of Li San's cyan long sword.

Iron sword.

This is an ordinary iron sword.

This sword even has a series of scars, almost shattering.

This is a fine iron longsword used by the mundane Rivers and Lakes.

Such swords are not even used by handymen who are new to Sect.

Han Muye raised his head and looked at Li San with a calm face.

He closed his eyes slightly and grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand.

He was very curious, how did Li San swept the Inner Sect of the Nine Profound Sword Sect with such a sword, only to be defeated by Deng Chungang alone?

Sword Qi is poured, and the long sword vibrates softly.

Han Muye didn't dare to pour too much Sword Qi, for fear that the sword would break.

Sword Qi entered the body of the sword, and the long sword seemed to struggle to refuse, but it still showed a picture.

"Little girl, this sword can protect you."

A seven- or eight-year-old girl was shivering. In front of her, a tall young man with a big wine Calabash tied around his waist, let loose his hair, and spoke loudly.

Around them, corpses lay down one after another.

"My name is Deng Chungang, a disciple of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect."

"You see, I'm a sword fairy."

"With a sword, you can enjoy the world."

"I gave you this sword today to tell you, hold the sword in your hand, protect yourself, and kill those who can be killed."

"Understand?"

While speaking, the young man picked up the Calabash from his waist and took a few sips of wine.

"Come on, take a few sips too, so you won't be afraid."

The wine Calabash was brought to the little girl's mouth. The little girl opened her mouth and kept her eyes on the tall young man, clenching the sword with both hands.