Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

brother.

Hanging in the air, Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, and his white temples fluttered in the wind.

Sleepless for five days and four nights, spending five Sword Intents, running 180,000 miles, not just to see Huang Laoliu alive today, and to hear him call "brother"!

At this moment, he only felt transparent, as if the world in front of him had become colorful.

Casting his eyes to the distant sky, Han Muye has a thorough understanding in his heart.

If you want something in your heart, you can get the road.

Cultivation, sword cultivation, just for this pleasant breath!

"boom--"

As Huang Laoliu slashed down with his sword, the mist shrouded in the forest slowly began to dissipate.

formation, broken.

In the fog, those practitioners who were already desperate in the fog all rushed out frantically.

The Red Armored Soldiers were not as many as they imagined. Although they were powerful, they could not stop tens of thousands of practitioners.

The red armored soldiers scattered in the mountains and forests were ready to form an army formation, but before they could gather, they were knocked apart and scattered everywhere.

"court death--"

The old man in black armor with a long spear roared, and the shadow of the demonic bull rose up.

The long spear in his hand turned into a black streamer, repelling those fleeing situations again.

powerful.

Extremely strong.

At least Gold Core and Fifth Stage above.

But those situations did not fight him at all, and they fled in all directions.

You can survive by escaping from the mountains and joining the Nanhuang reinforcements.

Standing on the top of the tree, Tang Chi stared at Han Muye.

He never imagined that Huang Lao Liu would break through the fog formation.

This formation is inherited from Zhongzhou, and it is used by the Chiyan Army to kill the enemy, and no one in the Western Border should be able to break it.

He didn't even expect that Han Muye would come at this time.

In the Great Hall of Jiuxuan Mountain, Sect Leader Jin Ze decided that Tang Chi would be in charge of this support army, and Han Muye should not come here.

All his calculations were flawless, all those who betrayed the sect were killed, and the town was sealed under the cloud nest mountain, breaking the passage between heaven and earth.

The rebels of the Red Flame Army left the western border and had nothing to do with him.

Before the passage of heaven and earth, the top powerhouses in the Southern Wilderness of the Western Xinjiang closed their hands, and this battle negotiated peace.

All merits belong to him Tang Chi.

But.

"boom--"

In the distance, the roars in the direction of Fengshou Mountain are getting denser and closer.

The Southern Wilderness Army is coming.

Before the arrival of the Southern Wilderness Army, the place was in a mess, and Tang Chi's reputation for immortality was also ruined.

Originally, everything should not be like this!

"Han Muye, it turns out that it was you who really betrayed the Nine Profound Sword Sect." A faint Sword intent rose from Tang Chi's body.

The Cultivation Base of the environment enlightens the gods, condensing the Sword intent.

In addition to being good at calculations, Tang Chi also has real combat power.

Jiuxuan Jianmen's Inheritance is the second, relying on strength.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the sword edge was cold.

"Han Muye, you want to help these traitors leave."

"You are the traitor of Jiu Xuan Jianmen!"

Holding the long sword, Tang Chi's figure flashed, and he was already three feet away from Han Muye, and the long sword stabbed fiercely.

Sword Ray hurried, with a shrill scream.

The Spiritual Qi within a radius of ten feet was sucked up by Sword Ray and turned into a sword light, stabbing Han Muye's chest.

This sword has condensed Sword intent.

Such sharp edges make the world change color!

Looking back from a distance, Han Muye has an air of indifference.

Turning his head, he looked at Tang Chi's sharp sword.

"Wood veins swordsmanship?"

With his face unchanged, Han Muye shook his head and said lightly, "I thought you would use the sword of the Red Flame Army."

Red Flame Army!

Han Muye meets the Red Flame Army!

Tang Chi was shocked, and Sword Ray made a three-pointer.

Everything he hides must never be known!

The sword whistled, the azure light shone, and the wind became a line.

Tang Chi's swordsmanship has reached the point where he condenses Sword Qi into sword threads, and flows freely between the points.

Really a tyrannical swordsman.

In the distance, the practitioners who accompanied them all breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that this was the strength of the younger elites of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

This kind of swordsmanship can go beyond the ranks to fight!

Han Muye had an indifferent expression on his face, looked at Sword Ray who had a killing intent in front of him, and raised his hand gently.

On the Qingming Sword, Sword intent lingers.

A splash of water splashed with coolness.

But this is not a real splash, every clear drop of water is a Sword Qi that can kill.

Tang Chi Jianmang hit the water splash and was wrapped in it.

Clouds are steaming around!

The confrontation between the two Sword intents smashed into the clouds in the sky!

The First Stage's heavy water light rushed into the night, and the clouds stacked up, turned into a cloud dragon, and crashed down.

The sword light that Tang Chi stabbed was already difficult to support, but at this time it was hit by Yunlong, tumbled and then dissipated.

The splash of water rolled back, and then turned into a dazzling star, pressing down on Tang Chi.

"Shuiyuetian?"

Tang Chi was a little stunned.

This style of swordsmanship is the swordsmanship of the water veins of the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

Isn't Han Muye the guardian of the sword pavilion?

How could he know the swordsmanship of water veins?

Could it be that Zhang Zhihe, the retired elder of the water vein, has a master-disciple relationship with Han Muye?

No wonder Zhang Zhihe was unwilling to teach himself swordsmanship.

Just when the water came, Tang Chi thought very far.

He's used to looking for the truth behind the facts.

"boom--"

Shuiguang hit the Sword Ray that Tang Chi gathered again.

The water spray dissipated, and Tang Chi was knocked out a hundred feet away.

His face was pale, and he looked at Han Muye.

He is the second in the line of succession, and he is a powerful person.

He is confident that among his peers in Xijiang, the number of people who can overwhelm him in swordsmanship Cultivation Base is only one palm.

Even Li San, he looked down upon from the bottom of his heart.

Just a sword maniac.

Xijiang's mind, Cultivation Base, and swordsmanship are all comparable to him, and very few.

All along, Tang Chi has only one goal.

Gu Shen was the Sect Leader of Jiu Xuan Jianmen, leading the Sect to prosperity.

Even Sect Leader Kanazawa felt a little less courageous.

So this time Tang Chi did not hesitate to use the power of the Red Flame Army rebels.

He wants to fight the battle and let the entire Western Xinjiang know his own prestige.

But now, he can't even take Han Muye's sword!

In front of the sword pavilion spectator, the sword in his hand revealed Sword intent, and his body had a sharp edge that he dared not look directly at.

A sword watcher is actually so strong!

Han Muye pointed the Qingming Sword slantingly in his hand, and said lightly: "Without the will to fight, there is no god in the sword, Tang Er, you are also worthy of being a sword cultivator."

I thought Tang Chi was the second most scheming person.

But so.

In Han Muye's heart, there was a trace of loss.

No fighting spirit in the heart, no god in the sword?

Tang Chi's face was pale, and the hand holding the sword trembled.

Could it be that he was so vulnerable in front of Han Muye?

Below, countless practitioners widened their eyes.

Just now, Tang Chi lost?

The arrogant figure of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, who is among the younger generation, was defeated like this?

A sword!

That person, who is it?

"boom--"

Figures fled one after another.

It was the Xijiang Xiu practitioners stationed in Fengshou Mountain who were fleeing.

The front line of Fengshou Mountain was defeated.

Farther away, rolling demon clouds swept across, filling the entire sky.

That tyrannical aura that seems to have come from ancient times, traverses the world!

The Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness!

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and Sword Ray flew into the void with a streamer of thousands of meters.

Sword in hand, blood boils!

What's the point of being a Tang Chi in the defeated area?

If you want to fight, fight against the strong in the Southern Wilderness and protect the tranquility of the Western Border!

This is the sword repair!

Above Han Muye's head, Sword Ray turned into a dazzling star.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, within a hundred miles, no power can compete with this Sword Ray!

"Om-"

Sword Ray, who is a thousand feet tall, has drawn a sword mark that is three feet deep on the mountain!

"Reset the battle lines."

"Those who cross this line of the Southern Wilderness Monster Race will be killed."

"Xijiang Xiu practitioners who dare to cross the line and defectors will be killed."

His voice was cold, with a coldness like a sword's edge.

Han Muye's sword shines brightly.

Xijiang Xiu practitioner, who had already fled behind the sword mark, turned around and looked at Han Muye who was standing in the sky.

No one spoke.

They walked to the sword mark on their own and formed a battle formation.

escape?

Where can we escape?

Thousands of feet away, those big demons in the Southern Wilderness stopped the demon cloud.

The Sword Ray just now was too profitable, so they had to deal with it carefully.

At the edge of the mountain forest, when I saw the army of monsters rushing towards them, they revolted with joy on their faces, but at this time they also stopped.

That Sword Ray was in front, so they didn't dare to cross the Half step.

Han Muye stood in the air with one sword and one sword.

In front of him is the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness.

Beneath him, the defeated army in the Western Xinjiang began to assemble.

Behind them, those who betrayed the sect slowly gathered, but did not dare to move forward.

On the edge of the forest, Huang Laoliu raised his long sword, turned around, and looked at Feng Xu Daoist.

His sword showed a strange halo.

"Give you the last chance and let Pingmei go."

Feng Xu Daoist looked at the Southern Wilderness Monster Race in the distance, and then looked around at the growing number of rebellious practitioners.

He hesitated.

At this moment, Huang Laoliu gave him a feeling that a volcano was about to erupt.

"Let's go?" An old man in a black robe laughed, raised his hand and patted it on the top of Lu Qingping's head.

Lu Qingping stared at Huang Laoliu with a smile on his face, and closed his eyes gently.

Just as she closed her eyes, the originally suppressed power in Huang Laoliu's eyes burst out!

The soaring Devilish Qi turned into a black dragon, roaring up to the sky, and roaring to the sky!

The golden aura on Huang Laoliu's body was intertwined with the jet-black magic flame, turning into a strange brilliance.

"You want to kill her?"

Huang Laoliu's voice seemed to come from underground, with a chill to the bone.

The long sword in his hand revealed an indescribable gray-black brilliance.

"Thorn-"

The long sword was countless times faster than the palm of the black-robed old man, and it slashed down with one sword.

The figure of the black-robed old man froze for a while, then shattered and turned into powder.

"Enchanted!"

In the distance, the old man in black armor holding a spear widened his eyes and shuddered.

"How is it possible, Tianxuan Devil Dao inheritance, there is no way to enter the devil..."

He wanted to step forward, but hesitated. In the end, he quietly retreated to the edge of the forest and hid his figure.

Feng Xu Daoist was stared at by Huang Lao Liu, feeling that every inch of his body would be crushed.

His face was pale and he stepped back.

Huang Laoliu dragged the sword in his hand and walked forward step by step.

When Lu Qingping opened his eyes, there was only Huang Laoliu, who was slightly pale and had missing teeth.

Lu Qingping raised the hands locked by rune and wanted to touch Huang Laoliu.

Huang Lao Liu laughed and took a step back.

On him, the demonic flames that had been suppressed so strongly rose up again.

"Om-"

In Huang Lao Liu's eyes, a trace of Blood Qi appeared.

"Brother Zhenxiong."

Lu Qingping called out, and Huang Laoliu's eyes instantly became clear.

"Hehe, Sister Ping, I'm here."

Huang Laoliu stretched out his hand, his palm trembled, and finally took Lu Qingping's palm.

He let go of the sword in his hand.

The long sword fell to the ground and turned into Gao Xiaoxuan, who was wearing a white robe and holding a little white fox.

"Are you the sixth sister-in-law?"

Gao Xiaoxuan stepped forward, circled Lu Qingping a few times, and underestimated: "I'm still a sixth sister-in-law, what's so delicious, so that the sixth brother can be so desperately chasing and running."