Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

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What about the fairy world!

The Profound Sky World has its own protection.

One person, one sword, one side of the world.

This kind of practice is far from mediocre pursuit of longevity.

It is no wonder that in the inheritance of the sword pavilion, there is a practice method of condensing a sword.

This sword, for the belief in one's heart, is not able to live forever, so what's the harm!

"Om-"

With a roar, Han Muye only felt the huge kendo power pouring into the Meridians.

This force rolled like a boulder, rolling through the Meridians, bulging his Meridians.

The surging power seemed to be endless, surging all the time, shuttling from among his Meridians, then into Dantian, swirling around one of the nine-tiered gimbals, and pouring into Qi Sea.

In his Qi Sea, all the Sword intents shook.

One after another, Sword intents collided head-on with hostility.

This time, these Sword intents were shattered as before.

In the end, this strong Sword intent, together with the two swords he absorbed before, occupied the center position of Han Muye's Qi Sea.

At this time, in his Qi Sea, there were three kendo forces that transformed into sword power to suppress.

The first of these three sword stances was originally obtained from the Ziyan Sword, and slowly nurtured and turned into a sword stance.

This kind of sword potential is not really an aggregation of three thousand Sword intents.

This is a means of surpassing Sword Intent in artistic conception. Once triggered, it can draw the power of heaven and earth into its own power.

On Yunchao Ridge, Han Muye comprehends the sword, and comprehends the sword potential is the comprehension of kendo power to another stage, which is the transition of the quality of Sword intent.

Three thousand Sword intents are stacked and turned into a means of sword power. They can be repaired, but they are not stored in Qi Sea.

It's in Dantian.

The finished glyphs of the three swords occupy the center of Han Muye's Qi Sea, and other Sword intents spontaneously revolve around these three Sword intents.

Comprehend swordsmanship, meteorite.

Comprehend swordsmanship, move mountains.

Comprehend swordsmanship, fall stars.

...

Dozens of swordsmanship comprehension made Han Muye's eyes shine bright.

These swordsmanships are all inherited Sword Techniques from the Stone Hengdao Sect of the Immortal Spirit World.

Sword Technique, blessed by the power of the Dao, from the beginning there is the power of the sword.

It's just that such tyrannical means are not very bright in the Profound Sky World.

The concentration of Spiritual Qi in the Profound Sky World is not enough, the power of Sword Technique is greatly reduced, but it is not as strong as Sword Intent, which is condensed by its own strength.

However, these Sword Techniques are the combination of Intentional Sword and Magical Sword cultivation. After comprehension, they can be mutually verified with other swordsmanship techniques, which are of great benefit to their own kendo cultivation.

"boom--"

Just when Han Muye fully comprehended Sword Technique, with a bang, Ying Yang and Zhang Zidong behind Lu Lingzi shot at the same time, grabbing a ball of spiritual light.

The aura was dazzling and dazzling, and it was clear that there was an extremely strong Spiritual Qi in it.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at the object wrapped in the aura.

Spirit Stones.

Not top quality Spirit Stones.

Superb Spirit Stones!

The Spiritual Qi of this Spirit Stones is a hundred times stronger than the Spiritual Qi of the top-grade Spirit Stones.

In terms of value, a piece is a million low-quality Spirit Stones.

But there are too few top-quality Spirit Stones in the world, and they are not available for exchange at all.

According to legend, in the Xuantian world, only Zhongzhou has hundreds of top-quality Spirit Stones, all of which are in the imperial city.

These premium Spirit Stones are not just rich in Spiritual Qi.

The best Spirit Stones, in which Spiritual Qi is warm and moist, refining into the body, better than Xianpindan.

Han Muye moved and stopped again.

Ying Yang and that Zhang Zidong had already hit each other in the air.

This strike, Ying Yang has the advantage, but it is a little bit tyrannical.

The blue-gold Sword Ray knocked away the jade-colored aura in Zhang Zidong's hand, and then turned into nothingness.

That superb piece of Spirit Stones is still flying in the air.

The two of them were very restrained in their shots, fearing that they would use too much force and shatter the top-quality Spirit Stones.

"Hmph, Ying Yang, don't be ignorant of praise, this thing is not something you can get."

Zhang Zidong took a step forward, but in front of the Heavenly Realm powerhouse, he had no intentions.

In Ying Yang's eyes, a golden halo circulated, staring at Zhang Zidong, and said solemnly: "The greatest function of the best Spirit Stones is to activate the teleportation array."

"Your Spirit Dao Sect, are you going to violate the prohibition left by the ancestors?"

Ancestor ban?

Han Muye turned his head and looked at Ying Yang.

This guy, what do you know?

Zhang Zidong's face was gloomy, and he didn't speak any more. He reached out and took out a small jade-colored sword.

As soon as the small sword came out, the expression on Ying Yang's face changed.

"Something out of bounds."

"It turns out that your Spirit Dao Sect already had such a plan."

When the words fell, he flew up, and Sword Ray slashed towards the top-quality Spirit Stones above his head.

He was actually going to destroy this superb Spirit Stones.

"Om-"

The jade sword in Zhang Zidong's hand shook, and a phantom of an old man in a white robe appeared.

As soon as the old man appeared, in the entire tunnel, the gravel was turned into powder, and a mighty pressure was directly pressed down.

Whether it was Han Muye or the others, all of a sudden, he felt that the top of his head was being slammed down by the force of gravity, and his blood spurted instantly.

"Wanhua old way."

Ying Yang's figure stayed in place, staring at the old man with extremely vigilant eyes.

"Meet the ancestors."

Everyone in the Lingdao Sect bowed.

The elder of Lingdao Sect, the highest person in the Western Realm, Wanhua Daoist.

"Hehe, Ying Yang."

Wanhua Daoist swept his gaze, looked at Yingyang, then landed on Han Muye, and looked at Hibiscus beside him.

"Pindao came here for one thing."

"In the future, this Qingmang Mountain will still belong to my Spiritual Dao Sect."

The voice fell, and a golden rune appeared in his palm. This rune carried a magnificent power, which shocked people.

"This is the Daoyin of Lingdao Sect, Ying Yang, who will accept it from you and Mujin?"

The old man said, his eyes swept over the two, and said lightly: "Qingmang Mountain, only one heavenly monster is needed."

Appeared from Wanhua Daoist, as if he was the master here.

What he said was not prepared to be rejected by anyone.

In Qingmang Mountain, there can only be one Heavenly Realm.

Both Yingyang and Hibiscus are heavenly.

Of the two of them, only one remained.

Ying Yang's eyes turned to Hibiscus.

The expression on Hibiscus's face changed, and he looked at Wanhua Daoist's guide.

"Wanhua fellow daoist, once you accept this guide, I'm afraid you can only be driven by your spiritual sect for the rest of your life." Mu Jin said in a low voice.

Wanhua Daoist's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Why, you became my spiritual beast, and lost your identity?"

Mujin chuckled lightly, shook her head and said, "I'm used to being at ease, I can't stand that kind of restraint anymore."

Hearing Mujin's words, Wanhua Daoist turned his gaze to Yingyang.

Ying Yang snorted coldly, showing disdain on his face.

Wanhua Daoist nodded and said, "Okay, Pindao understands."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Lu Lingzi, who had a longing look on his face.

"In this case, you are considered loyal for so many years. This Daoyin will be given to you."

He raised his hand, and the golden rune landed directly on top of Lu Lingzi's head.

"boom--"

The rune exploded, and the mysterious halo shrouded the deer spirit.

Lu Lingzi's face showed surprise, and then another look of pain.

Her body slowly twisted, turned into a white deer, and then returned to human form, but there was an inscription mark on her forehead.

But at this time, her body was surrounded by golden light, and her aura was constantly rising, much more tyrannical than Zhang Zidong beside her.

Heaven.

Not even heaven.

There was no thunder tribulation, indicating that the power was not considered a heaven.

But with this blessing, Lu Lingzi's state is no worse than the heavenly realm.

"Many thanks to the ancestors for the opportunity."

Lu Lingzi bowed to Wanhua Daoist and said excitedly, "This disciple must be loyal to Lingdao Sect."

Wanhua Daoist nodded, waved his hand and said, "As I said, Qingmang Mountain only needs one Heavenly Realm."

Only one is needed, and now here, there are three.

Lu Lingzi raised his head and looked at Mujin with a smile on his face: "Sister Mu, I'm sorry."

"You gave up this opportunity."

"boom--"

A white beam of light on her body smashed directly at Hibiscus.

Hibiscus took a step back, and a wooden vine greeted the beam of light.

The beam of light and the wood rattan were entangled together, and the roaring sound became one.

It's just that there are many treasures flying around, and the two fights are restrained.

Wanhua Daoist let out a laugh, turned his head, and raised his hand to recruit the superb Spirit Stones.

Ying Yang narrowed his eyes, and cut off Sword Ray with a single sword in his hand.

"Thorn-"

Sword Ray slashed between Wanhua Daoist and the top-quality Spirit Stones, cutting off Wanhua Daoist's attracting power.

He didn't hold back, and Sword Ray led another strike to the superb Spirit Stones.

He's going to destroy these superb Spirit Stones.

Wanhua Daoist sneered, flipping his palm.

The blue aura turned into a long sword. Sword Ray was shocked, and a gray meteorite appeared in the void, roaring on Ying Yang's Sword Ray.

"Bam—"

Not much sound.

But Yingyang was shaking all over, and his footsteps kept retreating, and the black stone under his feet shattered inch by inch.

"Sword Technique?"

Ying Yang stared at the meteorite that reappeared above his head, gritted his teeth, and spoke in a low voice.

It's Sword Technique.

Han Muye saw clearly.

One of the Zhenzong Sword Techniques of Shiheng Daozong, a meteorite.

"boom--"

The meteorite fell again.

The biggest advantage of Sword Technique is that it gathers the power of the soul and can lock the attacking person.

Ying Yang wanted to dodge, but couldn't dodge at all.

He could only raise the sword in his hand and resist it with all his strength.

The meteorite collided with the long sword, Sword Ray vibrated, and it seemed to shatter.

Ying Yang's face turned pale, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood with golden aura.

Taking a few steps back, he collided with the broken sword in the mountains behind him, staring at Wanhua Daoist.

"You can cultivate the swordsmanship outside the world to this level, and you definitely have the inheritance of the Sect of the practice outside the world."

"You want this superb piece of Spirit Stones just to open that door?"

Staring at Wanhua Daoist, Ying Yang had a sharp Sword Ray rising from his body.

"Your Spiritual Dao Sect wants to bring practitioners from outside the world?"

Hearing his words, Wanhua Daoist smiled and said softly, "Having seen the power of the fairy world, and seeing the road to longevity right in front of you, who would be willing to stay in this little Tianxuan?"

In his eyes, there is endless longing, as if in front of him is the world of Celestial Immortals Buddha.

"Only by leaving the Profound Sky World can you have a chance to live forever."

"Only the fairy world can have real longevity."

"I opened the passage, and the Spirit Dao Sect returned to the Immortal Spirit Realm as a disciple of Shi Heng Dao Sect, isn't that bad?"

"The Immortal Spirit World has already replied, and I welcome the return of my Spiritual Dao Sect."

Wanhua Daoist pointed his finger at the piece of top-quality Spirit Stones, his face full of smiles: "Three pieces of top-quality Spirit Stones can open the channel, I have one piece in the Spirit Dao Sect, here's one piece, go find another piece, that's enough."

Ying Yang shook his head, stepped forward step by step, and whispered: "The prohibition of the ancestors must not be violated."

Wanhua Daoist laughed and pointed at Ying Yang: "You are just a sword that he discarded, why should you stick to his ban?"

Ying Yang shook his head, with a firm look in his eyes, his figure slowly blurred, and a dark shadow of a long sword appeared behind him.

Xuanyang Sword.

"I'm sorry, I want to explode the sword spirit, you are innocent, but you were implicated today." Ying Yang turned to look at Han Muye and said softly.

Self-exploding sword spirit.

Ying Yang is the sword spirit.

The sword spirit of Xuanyang Sword.

Han Muye saw clearly.

Han Muye saw it clearly when he saw Ying Yang.

"He's not innocent either." Wanhua Daoist looked at Han Muye and said indifferently: "Kendo is banished from immortals, and the younger generation in Western Xinjiang is the first in kendo."

"Although my Spirit Dao Sect is about to leave the Profound Sky World, the poor Dao doesn't like your name."

"It's just right to die here today."

After he finished speaking, he turned his eyes to Ying Yang and said with a smile, "Do you know why Pindao came here today?"

In his hand, a small jade-colored sword appeared.

As soon as the small sword appeared, the huge broken sword behind Ying Yang roared.

"I got a good thing from the commander of the Red Flame Army rebels."

"After more than a year, I finally know how to use this thing."

When the voice fell, the blue light in his hand urged the small sword, and the small sword vibrated.

The black broken sword on Ying Yang's back shone with black aura, locking the space of hundreds of feet.

Wanhua Daoist, Han Muye and Yingyang are all among them.

The superb Spirit Stones are out there.

This jade sword is actually able to control this huge Dao sword.

The power of the Dao sword is stimulated, and I don't know how strong it is.

"You should know that my body is just an incarnation, and even if it is destroyed, it's just a few years of cultivation."

"Anyway, I've been hiding in the Lingdao Sect under the name of Closed Door Training."

Wanhua Daoist looked at Ying Yang with a sneer on his face: "Let me see what the old ancestor's saber blew up back then."

Yingyang looked beyond the mask, stared at the top-quality Spirit Stones for a moment, and then said lightly: "Okay."

On him, the endless Sword Qi gathered together, his figure completely faded, and it turned into a black long sword.

Then the body of the long sword vibrated, and a burst of power condensed, as if The next moment was about to burst.

"boom--"

It's not that the long sword exploded.

Outside the mask, Lin Shen slashed with a sword.

His Sword Ray hit the mask, and the Sword Ray, who could cut through a hundred miles of mountains with one sword, could only arouse layers of ripples.

Wanhua Daoist chuckled and said, "An ant-like guy also wants the power of the Daoist Sword?"

Outside the mask, Lin Shen, who wanted to use his sword again, had to turn around and cut out with one sword.

Behind him, Zhang Zidong of the Half Step Heaven Realm has been photographed with one palm.

Inside the mask, Ying Yang let out a long sigh, and the long sword adjusted the position of the blade, pointing at Wanhua Daoist in mid-air.

"Actually, if you are willing to surrender and be a sword of the poor, you don't have to die today."

"If it weren't for the way to longevity, Pindao would not want to come to Qingmang Mountain, nor would he want to provoke you."

The jade sword in Wanhua Daoist's hand pointed to the long sword that Ying Yang had transformed, and said softly, "After all, you are the sword of the ancestor. If you attract the forces of Zhongzhou, my Spirit Dao Sect can't stop it."

Speaking of this, he showed a smile on his face and looked at the black broken sword: "Now, if the sword is here, even if you fall, Zhongzhou will not know."

The one who responded to Wanhua Daoist was the vibration of the sword.

On the long sword transformed by Ying Yang, Sword Ray condensed to the extreme.

The jade sword in Wanhua Daoist's hand also revealed a hint of blue light.

"senior, I wonder if I can cooperate with you once?"

At this moment, Han Muye, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up.

As his voice fell, behind him, the jade-colored sword bone revealed a halo.

Above his head, a small blue spirit sword flashed.

Han Muye raised his hand and gently pulled out the small black sword stuck in his hair.

Xuan Yang Art.

Whether it is the sword of the soul or the power of the sword bone, it is the Xuan Yang art that motivates it.

The black long sword that Ying Yang transformed into vibrated, hesitated for a moment, and a flicker matched the small sword in Han Muye's hand.

"Om-"

This time, Han Muye felt that the small sword, which had no response whether it was infused with Sword Qi or Sword intent, became transparent.

The Sword intent on him, like a torrent, rushed into the sword in his hand.

In the long sword, Ying Yang gave a light "Huh", and then the bright Sword Ray was solid.

Han Muye raised his head with his sword, looked at Wanhua Daoist, and said lightly, "Wanhua senior, when your avatar fell here, your body wouldn't know, right?"

Wanhua Daoist was stunned for a moment, and just about to speak, Han Muye's palm slowly released the sword in his hand, and behind the other hand, the hand holding the sword pinched the sword finger and pointed it forward.

"Junior has a sword, but thousands of ordinary swords can be practiced."

"It's called Wanjian Guizong."

"Today, Junior used this swordsmanship to ask the first person in the Western Border for advice—"

The voice fell, and Sword Ray got up.

Wan Jian returns to the ancestors.

The dazzling sword was in front of Han Muye, and as he pointed out, it disappeared in a flash!

quick.

To the extreme.

Swordsmanship in the world, no matter whether it is heavy or fast, can either stimulate the power of the Dao, or be motivated by its own power.

Anyway, as long as it reaches a certain extreme, it will probably be unstoppable.

"call out--"

Sword Ray penetrated Wanhua Daoist's chest, smashed the jade sword in his hand, and then turned his body into nothingness.

Sword Ray didn't stop at all, hitting the light shield excited by Dao Jian, tearing it apart easily and shooting it straight out.

Out of the mask, the originally weak Sword Ray turned into a hundred feet, a thousand feet, a thousand feet.

Sword Ray shot obliquely, penetrated the black earth and stone in the tunnel, and passed through the ground.

Without stopping, Sword Ray spanned thousands of miles, hitting the barrier that separated Zhongzhou from the Western Border.

"boom--"

The barriers that have separated the world for countless years shattered!

A torrent of Spiritual Qi rolled toward the western border.

The Spiritual Qi in Zhongzhou is countless times thicker than that in the Western Xinjiang!

With a single sword, he killed Wanhua Daoist, the incarnation of Lingdao Sect.

A sword, piercing the light shield excited by the Dao sword.

A sword penetrated eight thousand feet underground.

A sword spanned thousands of miles and shattered the barriers of heaven and earth.

Hibiscus and Lu Lingzi, who had stopped, stared wide-eyed at Han Muye, who was standing in the same place with one hand pointing to the front, their faces full of horror.

How strong is this sword?

How strong, Han Muye himself does not know.

He himself was frightened by the threat of this sword.

"escape--"

Lu Lingzi, who was stunned in place, let out a low cry, turned and fled.

Behind her, Zhang Zidong and the rest of the Lingdao Sect rushed out.

On the contrary, the frozen Qianliluo Xiaoyu stood in the same place and did not leave.

At this time, the endless and vigorous Spiritual Qi has poured into Qingmang Mountain from the direction of Zhongzhou.

The aura of the sky turned into seven colors, and it was poured in with the astral wind.

The concentration of this Spiritual Qi is like raindrops, and all the Demonic Beasts on Qingmang Mountain are greedily bathed in it.

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