Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Han Muye looked at Master Tu Sun, who had a proud face, and nodded lightly.

The first swordsman in Western Xinjiang.

Hanging around in the Rogue Cultivators piles, kidnapping for 200 Spirit Stones, talking about life and death.

When the sword came out, he was full of foul language, like a chattering villager.

All these appearances turned into nothingness before the rolling sword river.

One sword and two swords, the sword is like a mountain, the sky is falling and the earth is cracking.

The sword is like a river, wrapped in mud flow, running for thousands of miles!

This kind of swordsmanship is the invincible swordsman in the world.

The number one sword cultivator in the Western Borders is worthy of the name.

"Do you think this swordsmanship is good too?" Master Tu Sun had a more smug expression on his face, raised his finger and pointed to the front of Jianhe.

Countless demon powerhouses were entrapped and turned into powder.

"This swordsmanship is truly the best in the Western Frontier." Han Muye replied earnestly, and then said, "I wonder what this swordsmanship will be like when the power of mountains and rivers unites?"

Master Tu Sun, who was still smiling on his face, stiffened.

He waved his hand, muttered a few times, looked up into the distance, and curled his lips, "Aren't you embarrassing me, brat? Without the Nascent Soul Fifth Stage or above, who can master the three swordsmanship?"

Worldly practice, First Stage Realm First Stage days.

The third level of human realm, Peiyuan, Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, each Ninth Stage, condensing the foundation of practice.

The third level of the realm, Tongmai, Kaishen, Golden Core, forming a Gold Core, perfect practice, Fangcheng is the world's invincible celestial overhaul.

Level 3 of the Heaven Realm, Nascent Soul, Expanding Aperture, Deity Transformation. When you reach the realm of heaven, your body will be your raft, and your Nascent Soul will be your treasure.

Nascent Soul, that is the beginning of breaking away from the mundane and using the power of heaven and earth to transform the avenue as one's own nourishment.

This kind of power is the best in the world, the peak of the Western Frontier.

Heavenly cultivation, every step of accumulation is terrifying.

Countless resources are piled up, and it is difficult to enter an inch.

Even though Master Tu Sun is invincible in swordsmanship, his Cultivation Base is stuck in Nascent Soul Second Stage and hasn't moved for hundreds of years.

"Nascent Soul Fifth Stage, can you understand the three swordsmanship?"

Han Muye whispered softly.

Really?

At this time, in his mind, the swordsmanship images of Master Tu Sun holding a sword and collapsing a mountain and waving his hand into a river kept flowing.

"Om-"

After changing back and forth several times, the picture roared, and the mountains and rivers melted into each other, turning into a sea of ​​swords!

Who says non-Nascent Soul Fifth Stage can't comprehend the third sword stance?

The third type of swordsmanship is just a fusion of the general trend, turning the sea into a mulberry field!

"boom--"

Above Han Muye's head, the endless Spiritual Qi rewinds and turns into a vortex.

The almost viscous powers that remained in the four universes were swept away and poured directly into Han Muye's Dantian.

The originally chaotic Spiritual Qi in Han Muye Dantian keeps spinning and splits into a turbid Ninth Stage.

His Qi Sea space was tumbling and surging, and the space expanded tenfold!

In the already empty divine treasure, there is a thread of divine soul Sword Qi condensed.

He was originally covered with gray hair due to the excessive consumption of his lifespan, which turned into blue-black visible to the naked eye, with only a few gray strands on his temples.

"It's an epiphany." Master Tu Sun muttered, and then clicked his tongue a few times, with a strange look on his face: "It's really just Foundation Establishment..."

Foundation Establishment.

Just at the top of the mountain gate of Yuntai Taoism, watching the magnificent sword of Tu Sun, the first swordsman in Western Xinjiang, Han Muye Cultivation Base made a breakthrough directly, and became known as a Foundation Establishment practitioner.

The Foundation Establishment period is the last realm of the human realm, and it is also the foundation of the realm. It is also the beginning of the practitioners' separation from the mundane and the mundane.

Having built the foundation of the Great Dao, with a life span of more than 500 years, he is no longer a mortal who lingers in the world.

When Han Muye opened his eyes, Sword Ray glittered and passed away.

Foundation Establishment Cultivation Base.

Dantian Spiritual Qi is ten times the previous stock, eighteen immortal pills are surging with medicinal power, and Spiritual Qi is infused every moment.

The two sword pills spun gently, played freely, and landed on the top of the Ninth Stage gimbal. Below the gimbal, a Sword intent was like a fish, flashing a halo.

This Sword Intent is Han Muye's sublime cultivation and cultivation, and it belongs to his own refining power.

In the Qi Sea space, the original feeling of fullness and tearing has been greatly reduced, and the ninety sword intents slowly floated up and down.

The two Sword intents that already had the half step sword power were more solid, and it seemed that as long as there was an opportunity, they could really turn into sword powers.

In the Divine Treasure Space, only half of the medicinal power of the Purple Jade Pill remains.

But at this time, the Divine Treasure Space expanded tenfold, and the originally thin Divine Soul Sword Qi slowly began to condense.

Once you enter the Foundation Establishment, the world is divided into immortals!

Standing in the void, Han Muye staggered Sword Qi around his body, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and his body was like a fairy.

"boom--"

Until this moment, the Jianhe River, which was hundreds of miles away, shattered, turned into an endless Sword Qi, and exploded with a bang.

This Sword Qi smashed all the monsters in the Sword River into pieces.

The Jianhe River swept through, and there were not one out of ten Southern Wilderness Monster Races.

"Master Tu Sun, you want to be with me in the Southern Wilderness forever—"

Thousands of miles away, there is a voice.

A giant palm smashed all Sword Qi into pieces.

Then Monster Qi raged, as if it was about to roll back.

Master Tu Sun snorted and watched the ancient sword weapon on Han Muye's head slowly dissipate, with a hint of regret on his face.

If it wasn't for the Hundred Breath Time, and the sword of Han Muye's soul dissipated, the few Southern Wilderness Great Demons wouldn't even dare to put a fart.

Gu Huan

"Boy, you help me with a sword, and I will return your sword." Master Tu Sun whispered, his body shook, Han Muye's head dissipated on the sword and the power of his soul that belonged to him was reversed and fell on Han Muye. .

This is, you want to give yourself the Soul Sword Qi?

Han Muye looked at Master Tu Sun suspiciously.

The sword of the soul that Master Tu Sun repaired took a lot of time and a lot of soul power.

The key is that in this Spiritual Soul Sword Qi, there is Master Tu Sun's cultivation insights, the Sword Power Dao!

"I'll give it to you when I say it. How can I say that the old man is the strongest sword cultivator in the Western Borders, can he still take advantage of you?"

Master Tu Sun glared at Han Muye and ignored him. He turned to look at the lower Yuntai Daozong Mountain Gate.

"Hurry up and pack up, and follow me to Yunchao Ridge."

Master Tu Sun pointed to the tumbling Monster Qi in the distance, and said coldly, "This old man will not come again."

"Fellow Tu daoist..." Qingpao Daoist, who was crying before him, looked excited, bowed to Master Tu Sun, and then shouted: "Su Luo, no, all the disciples, you can leave and go to Yunchao Ridge!"

After Daoist finished speaking, his figure paused, and he raised his hand and threw out a flying boat.

Those low-level disciples rushed into the flying boat, and the other masters also scattered all kinds of flying Magical Items, leading a group of Yuntai Daoist disciples to go to Yunchao Ridge.

At this time, Han Muye just pressed the sword of divine soul that Master Tu Sun gave him into the divine treasure and suppressed it a little.

The soul Sword Qi that Master Tu Sun gave him is too strong, and it already has the realm of sword power.

This process cannot be accomplished in a short time.

Seeing that everyone in Yuntai Dao Sect flew away, Han Muye glanced at the billowing demon cloud and said in a low voice, "Senior, let's go too."

If you don't leave, you will face the demon clan again.

He didn't want to fight again.

Useless battle, why bother.

Master Tu Sun waved his hand and said with a grin, "Isn't it a pity that you didn't take away so many good things on Yuntai Mountain and just gave them to the demon clan?"

pity?

So what can be done, Yuntai Daozong must have a lot of various treasures, but it is too late to collect them carefully.

There are also many buildings that took countless hours to build, and the planted elixir and spiritual plants can only be cheaper than the demon clan.

"Boy, don't say that the old man is not kind, I can only divide you 20%." Master Tu Sun rubbed his hands and raised his arms.

A Sword Ray fell from the sky, and then slashed on the halfway of Yuntai Mountain.

"boom--"

The sound shook thousands of miles, like a landslide.

The demon clan running from a distance paused slightly, wondering what happened here.

Han Muye's eyes widened, seeing that Master Tu Sun's sleeves were shrouded in his sleeves, and most of the Yuntai Mountain that had been slashed by a sword was closed.

It's enough for people to scrape the land, you are, even the mountains are dug directly...

Looking at Master Tu Sun, whose face was blushing with all his strength, Han Muye understood why this old fellow wanted to let the people of Yuntai Dao Sect leave at full speed.

If the people of Yuntai Taoist Sect did not leave, how could he be so embarrassed to put the entire mountain gate in his pocket?

"Let's go, let's go back and count, the old man will convert Spirit Stones to you."

"Don't worry, the character of the old man can fool you in this matter?"

He closed his sleeves with one hand and painted Master Sun's generous face.

"The Southern Wilderness Monster Race, the old man wrote down the matter of your destruction of the Yuntai Daozong Mountain Gate."

Before leaving, Master Tu Sun did not forget to shout, and poured all the dirty water on the returning demon clan.

Han Muye shook his head, followed behind Master Tu Sun, turned into Sword Ray, and walked away.

However, he did not follow Master Tu Sun very closely.

He felt that this old guy might kill himself for the property of Yuntai Daozong.

"boom--"

Sword Ray roared, traveled thousands of miles, and returned to Yunchao Ridge.

At this time, in addition to the previous Fengshou Mountain defeated masters from various sects, the reinforcements under the rule of Jiuxuan Jianmen, there were hundreds of thousands of disciples of the entire Yuntai Taoist sect on Yunchao Ridge.

the entire station

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, as many as one million practitioners.

These people looked up and saw two Sword Rays coming from the rainbow, breaking through the raging Monster Qi and landing on the Yunchao Ridge thousands of feet in the sky.

Green robe and purple crown, with a long sword on his back, his hands folded over his sleeves, he stood in the sky.

The first swordsman in Western Xinjiang, Master Tu Sun.

The white robe is light, the body is carrying two swords, and the robe is fluttering, like an immortal.

Kendo exile, Han Muye.

This name has only been circulated for half a day, and at this time it has already passed through Yunchao Ridge.

One person and two swords, crossed the demon clan, and established the Yunchao Ridge front.

One person went retrograde and invited the first swordsman in the Western Border to ask if he dared to go with him.

Yu Yijian, with the power of ten thousand swords on Yunchao Ridge, slays the great monster in the Southern Wilderness.

With a single sword, he helped the first swordsman in Western Xinjiang, Xiu Tu Sun Shi, to turn his sword into a river, break the siege of the Southern Wilderness Demon Race, and rescue hundreds of thousands of disciples of Yuntai Dao Sect.

Such a person deserves the title of a kendo exiled.

On Yunchao Ridge, Yuntai Daoist leader overhauled and bowed, and said to Master Tu Sun: "Yuntai Daoist, thank fellow daoist Tu for helping."

Without the sword of Master Tu Sun, the Yuntai Taoist Sect would have been destroyed today.

All Yuntai Daoist disciples bowed.

Master Tu Sun's expression remained unchanged, he looked up at the distance, and accepted the salute calmly.

The Qingpao Daoist below looked up and looked at Han Muye beside Master Tu Sun.

"Jiu Xuan Jianmen Han Muye fellow daoist, Pindao and Yuntai Daoist thank you for your help."

He cupped his hands, then took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "Today, you have used up the sword of the soul that you have cultivated. This kindness will be repaid by Yuntai Taoist Sect."

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