Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell rang for the Great Hall to summon the elders to discuss the matter.

"The seniors, Junior Han Muye, come to seek justice for you, and ask the seniors to help me."

"Fuck!"

Kanazawa's eyes were a little cloudy, but he seemed more wise and profound.

There are also countless people who are looking forward to the fight against Han Muye by several strong men who have never been defeated.

If it wasn't in the Western Frontier, it wasn't for the fear of being discovered by the Heavenly Realm in the Profound Sky World, he would have already crossed this step and became the Heavenly Realm.

Behind him, the two young Jianxiu looked solemn and nodded lightly.

Flying up, Han Muye is as big as the sun.

The first young generation in Xijiang.

Tang Yunhao shook his head.

He has become a self-confident talent, and his character is absolutely strong.

"Om-"

Daoist looked complicated, looked at Han Muye and said, "If Zhao Yunlong is here, maybe you have a chance."

Such a place that does not know tens of thousands of miles, is it really cut out by a sword?

Point star.

This kind of pure soul is a great supplement.

The power of the divine soul was condensed and condensed into a blue dragon, with a roar of tigers and dragons.

The shadow long snake roared and roared, swallowing the sky.

Jin Ze shook his head and said softly: "I really want to see, my Nine Profound Sword Sect has the appearance of a great cultivator in the heavenly realm..."

On the second day after Han Muye walked into the wasteland, Mu Shencheng's Mu family ancestor and the peony fairy arrived.

This sword is a collection of spirit and resentment.

"Above Magic Treasures, it is a treasure that is hard to find in the world."

These young powerhouses in Western Xinjiang are not just fighting for Han Muye.

Half step heaven.

With Zhao Yunlong's shot, the dominance of Zhehuatang was easily held in Tang Yunhao's hands.

But not now.

On everyone, there is a faint Killing intent and resentment intertwined.

The sky is getting brighter!

With a whisper, the ghost turned into a long snake, opened its huge mouth, and the endless suction was going to devour Han Muye and those spirits.

With the infusion of Aura Qi, the resentment can only continue to subside.

The chance of Xiu Haoran's anger.

The Four Elephants Sword Formation shook and slowly vanished.

"Your father is a great hero, and your adopted father is a great swordsman. In the future, you must help your mother find father."

In today's battle, life and death are unpredictable.

On this day, countless young powerhouses in Xijiang left their Sect.

In the depths of the wasteland that outsiders could not see, Han Muye slashed the sword in his hand, repelling the several men in black robes who were blocking the road in front of him.

The person who made the sound laughed, and his figure suddenly burst.

Han Muye could see the battle scene, but he didn't know why.

On Jiuxuan Mountain, holding the flashing message Jade Slip, Tuobacheng frowned.

"What the hell do you want to do, kid?"

"Shen Yun Divine Sword is such a treasure."

Some people even said that under Han Banxian's sword, no one could block the second sword.

"Those three outsiders are from a race, and they are good at infecting the earth, and then attracting the same race."

"You go straight all the way, and they should also know that you are here for the Black Spirit Valley."

Not only Jiuxuan Mountain, but also many other Sects who aspire to the position of the Nine Sects in the Western Border, have their younger generation dispatched.

The ghost smiled.

What kind of powerhouse is Han Banxian's master?

It's the kind that never comes to a dead end.

"Uncle Shi, shouldn't you say that Han Banxian's heart is high?" Beside the old man, a young man wearing a golden crown of Lotus flower looked calm and said lightly.

The sound is like muffled thunder, resounding thousands of miles!

The phantoms did not respond.

According to some statistics, Han Muye never repeated sword moves.

"Exiled from the sword way."

"As long as you step into the realm of heaven, all problems will be solved easily."

Han Muye nodded.

Western Xinjiang, Linghua Pavilion.

Yuehua Jianzong Sect Leader turned his sword into the moon and killed five practitioners who disrespected him.

Only such a strong person is qualified to let Yuan Tianjian use Shen Yun Divine Sword.

Fortunately, I had no impulse and rushed into the wasteland with Han Muye.

However, a yellow halo like a star appeared and turned into a huge ball of light with a radius of thousands of meters.

Hearing the old woman's words, Mu Wan shook her head, stood up and said, "Uncle, I'll go back to rest first."

"boom--"

A sword cultivator, with a sword in his hand, does not kill this evil cultivator, how is it different from scrap iron!

Those battle scenes came to life, making people excited.

In Luoyun Mountain, Du Feng, the first master of the younger generation of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, defeated the first direct descendant of the Three Foil Sword Sect with one sword, and even his guard master, the Eighth Stage master, was wounded with three swords.

It was in this soul-breaking wasteland, the spirit of resentment that had been preserved for countless years.

He had seen the picture of that battle.

But these are dead things.

The human body is the most spiritual body in the world.

This knife, under the Half Step Heaven Realm, will kill with one hit.

war!

Han Muye let out a long whistle, triggering the Four Elephants Sword Formation, dashing forward with a magnificent golden light.

In front of such a powerful demon, without the power of the Half Step Heaven Realm, one cannot live.

The future leader of kendo in Xijiang.

The former head of Zhehuatang has been closed.

"The Black Spirit Valley is in the center of the Broken Soul Wasteland, right?" Han Muye said, looking at the wasteland ahead.

He looked at Bai Suzhen's back and said softly, "Miss, you should know that this kind of talent cannot be left to the foreign sect."

At this moment, he no longer pity his own Haoran Qi.

"Hei Linggu repairs grievances and slaughtered the living beings in the Western Frontier. Today, Han Muye, come to destroy this evil sect."

In the name of Du Feng, he immediately chased after Han Muye.

"Huhu, when you grow up, you want to become a strong swordsman like your adoptive father."

Kendo exile.

"If you want to become the number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang, how can you do it without sharpness?"

The ancestor of the Mu family nodded, stood in the same place, and did not move forward.

"boom--"

"maybe……"

Hearing his words, Fairy Shaoyao shook her head and said, "You and I are Alchemy practitioners, and I don't understand the way of their swordsmanship. He should be looking for his own way."

Here we go!

"In kendo practice, you can't be occupied by the fighting spirit in your heart."

For five days in a row, every day, a certain young powerhouse was defeated, and news of a certain unknown young master became famous.

This entire wasteland has endless aura!

The biggest possibility is to sharpen the sword before the Xijiang rearranges the positions of the nine factions.

Hearing his words, the old man shook his head and said in a low voice, "If it were somewhere else, with Han Muye's fighting strength and fame today, he would attract the younger generation from the Western Border, and he would really be able to destroy it."

At this moment, the entire Broken Soul Wasteland turned over.

This resentment seems to have activated the entire Broken Soul Wasteland.

On this day, hundreds of battles took place in the Western Xinjiang.

Not only Daomen Jianxiu joined in, but the seventh disciple of Shangyang Demon Sect Sect Leader Li Mubai, Cai Peng, known as the White Devil, came from Yunchao Ridge.

Star fell.

Tuobacheng turned his head to look at him and said softly, "Actually, without this method, I can still be within a hundred years—"

The spirits are floating, and it is difficult to reunite.

Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, Bai Suzhen, wearing a green robe, stood in front of the cliff.

This is the power condensing of the half step heavenly powerhouse.

"Without the Cultivation Base above the Expanding Aperture Eighth Stage, he has no interest in moving that sword." Daoist said lightly, and his words were full of arrogance.

Bai Suzhen didn't understand what he said, just looked into the distance.

The Infernal Dao Sect, the eighth of the nine sects in the original Xijiang, ranks slightly higher than the original Tailingjian Sect First Stage.

Zhao Yunlong shook his head and looked forward, with a gleam in his eyes: "Do you know how this wasteland came from?"

This attitude is obvious. The rearrangement of the nine factions in the Western Xinjiang is a stage for the younger generation.

The hands of these practitioners in the Black Spirit Valley are stained with the blood of the spiritual beings in the Western Xinjiang practice world.

Anger is chance.

To turn this wasteland of broken souls, which has not seen light for thousands of years, into a place of lucidity.

During the Expanding Aperture period, it is said that the soul condenses into an incorporeal body and can travel around the world.

Daoist's voice sounded, and one of the four sword pills flew out.

The masters of various factions have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain, countless.

Behind her, the white-haired old man said in a deep voice, "Miss, that kendo exiled went to the Black Spirit Valley, what Sect Leader means, if he dies, Sect Leader can kill the Black Spirit Valley."

Cloud Qi Dan.

In the Black Spirit Valley, there really is a half step heaven.

This sword seems to have been given by his master.

"Hey, I'm still too confident." An old man in a gray robe stood in the cloud and sighed.

The genius disciple of Taiyi Jianzong defeated Jianxiu who was blocking the way with a sword and walked away.

The four-symptom mythical beast condensed a hundred feet of body and slammed down.

The two stood outside the wasteland, their faces gloomy. "This kid, why don't you wait for a hundred years to come back?" Mu Family Patriarch said in a low voice with a sullen face.

In three days, Han Muye flew 50,000 miles, fought 180 times in a row, and used his sword more than 500 times.

But before the troll phantom arrived, the phantom behind Han Muye gathered into a golden-armored warrior, smashing the phantom with one punch.

He was born in Rogue Cultivators, and he knew about the gossip in the spiritual world, but it was really about the general trend, and he had no way of knowing it.

There are demons and demons in these spirits.

The old woman beside Mu Wan smiled and said in a low voice, "Mu Wan is really amazing. With this Alchemy achievement, no one can match the younger generation in Western Xinjiang."

The one who said this was a sword cultivator from Gold Core Seventh Stage.

The golden light and the silver-white halo seemed to illuminate the entire wasteland.

"What is a challenge? He said, "Destroy." Another young man with a big sword on his back, his face was full of excitement, and he clenched his fists and roared.

The long knife swept across, smashing the body of countless souls in front of Han Muye.

Sect Leader Kanazawa, who has never been seen before, presided over the discussion in person, and then the digital elder, the peak of the gods, went down the mountain and went in the direction of Han Muye.

Jinyang City.

It was a three-headed troll phantom.

The rearrangement of the nine factions is imminent, and they do not hide their strength. Is this because there are not enough opponents?

Some of them fell during the war, and some were tortured and killed in the Black Spirit Valley for countless years.

Resentment hurts the gods, as long as it infects the spirit, the spirit will be damaged in light, and the body will die and the road will disappear, and these resentments will be merged.

The entire Western Xinjiang roared loudly!

He sharpened his sword all the way, and his fighting spirit was so strong that it was difficult to hide.

With Han Muye, is it possible?

Endless resentment lingered and rushed towards Han Muye.

A sword.

Like a snowball, the golden sword formation of the Four Elephants and the pale and transparent Canglong became more and more prosperous.

"You shouldn't come to the Wasteland of Broken Soul."

The blasted black Devilish Qi turned into a long sword.

In Han Muye's view, this is an opportunity he found himself.

how did it get here?

"Is it true that if you cultivate Hao Ran Qi, you can destroy my Black Spirit Valley?"

Dan Ding moved lightly, and a Medicine Pill took shape.

But they didn't dissipate away, they just responded!

"He, is really going to challenge the Black Spirit Valley..." A young man with a long sword looked at the front, hesitating.

Between heaven and earth, all are the pull of dark clouds and golden light.

The giant snake turned into a demon body of ten feet raised its head and stared blankly at the ball of light that smashed its own thousand feet.

Thousands of miles away from Jiuxuan Mountain, there is a small town.

Among the black-robed men who were repelled, someone sneered.

Fairy.

The White Devil's attack was ruthless, not killing him in one hit, but seriously injuring his opponent.

"when--"

In that battle, the sky collapsed, the mountains and rivers shattered, and countless people died in battle.

Resentment was intertwined with the bones, and it exploded.

At this time, what everyone is waiting for is the battle of Han Muye, the exiled swordsman, to destroy the Black Spirit Valley.

Behind him, Daoist looked at him with a complicated expression.

Standing in front of Broken Soul Wasteland, Daoist spoke softly.

Amid these dizzying messages, Han Muye kept going.

In the distance, the young powerhouses of the Western Border who were falling all the way widened their eyes.

When they meet each other, they will also shoot.

In the wasteland, Han Muye raised his head and looked at the ghost that covered the sky.

Since the sword is in hand, let's fight!

Endless resentment, all turned into golden!

The resentment rolled, and the shrill ghosts roared.

At this time, his sharpness cannot be broken.

This is something that most practitioners in the world would not dare to touch.

Tuoba was silent.

Han Muye chuckled lightly, raised his hand, and the Sword intent in Qi Sea poured into the Sword Pill.

The three young disciples of Lingdao Sect joined forces, and the ten situation failed to block a move.

To condense the soul into a real human body, that kind of strength is unimaginable.

A year ago, the city was a mortal town.

The next moment, above Han Muye's head, a Sword Ray brightly rose.

The name of the Daozi of the Infernal Dao Sect not only resounded, but also made many Sects consider whether to compete with the Infernal Dao Sect for the position of the Nine Sect.

Looking at him now, he looks like a mortal scholar.

Han Muye's divine treasure can repair Sword Qi and condense long swords.

These allusions of thousands of years ago were not told by Daoist himself, and it is difficult for outsiders to know.

It might even be defeated.

Daoist Daoist drinks high.

"Zhao senior, are we going in?" On the other side, Tang Yunhao, who was standing in front of the wasteland, said in a low voice.

Thousands of feet Star, flying to the sky.

That is a sword that Yuan Tianjianzun rarely uses.

He is very optimistic about Han Muye, and feels that as long as he is patient and cultivated, he will eventually soar to the sky.

The golden crown youth nodded, his eyes narrowed: "I won't go."

Isn't cultivating swords to make the world so uneven and dark, with nowhere to hide?

Much stronger than he imagined.

A trace of fighting spirit rose up on Tuobacheng's body, and was suppressed again.

Who can resist this kind of power?

"You do have this qualification."

A young strong man came to the Wasteland of Broken Soul, and then stopped.

At that time, a strong man from outside the sky came, and Western Xinjiang masters blocked the enemy and fought here.

"Hehe, boy, do you know what kind of master would let him use Shen Yun Divine Sword?"

"I just want them to know that I'm here." Han Muye looked ahead, Sword Ray shining brightly in his eyes.

"Senior demeanor, fascinating." Han Muye nodded, and the originally dull aura began to rise.

Wuyin Daomen was also visited by the three Half-step Heaven Realms of the Spirit Dao Sect, depriving them of the qualifications to participate in the nine-sect qualifying competition, and even fined tens of millions of Spirit Stones.

No defeat.

This person is Senior Brother Han.

At this time, in the City Lord's Mansion, Lu Qingping, who was wearing a brocade robe, was teasing the babbling children.

Brother Han's world is really wonderful...

What's more, the Mu Family Patriarch and Fairy Shaoyao are both alchemists and are not good at fighting.

The old man turned his head to look at the young man with the golden crown, and said in a low voice, "Sect Leader said so? Never follow Han Muye into the Wasteland of Broken Souls."

"Kid Han, I'll go crazy with you."

A voice sounded, and a ten-zhang black armored demon stood in front of the Four Elephants Sword Formation.

"When he was here, he killed three powerhouses outside the world with one sword."

Over the past year, many practitioners have come here, either to do business or to settle down, making the small town a city of practice.

Countless young powerhouses stood outside the wasteland, fighting against each other, yet cautiously restrained.

No one has done this for thousands of years!

Will these people meet before the nine factions rearrange and fight?

He had no idea where Han Muye was at this time and what the battle was like.

If you can't stop other people's swords, then you should go back to your own Sect for a few more years.

Mu Wan, who was already an Inner Sect elite, was refining the Medicine Pill while listening to the discussions around her.

They are the remnants of the practitioners who practiced outside the world back then.

All the grievances gathered were shrouded in golden light and pressed into golden color.

But what can I bring him?

In the battle at Yunchaoling, the Infernal Dao Sect lost a lot, and many Sects deliberately chose him from the nine factions.

The grievances were refined and turned into awe-inspiring qi.

No wonder these people from the Black Spirit Valley rarely communicate with the outside world.

How many practitioners in the world can bear the grievances here?

Behind them, there are several Zhehuatang experts.

All the grievances collided with the blue dragon and the Four Elephants Array were merged.

Among the sword pills, Daoist Daoist's voice was still obscene.

Before he finished speaking, Jin Ze had already raised his hand: "A hundred years, who gave me a hundred years of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Sword Ray and Haoran Qi poured in, and the four elephants and beasts turned into golden bodies.

The words fell, and the four elephant swords formed.

"You go to Kenmaru."

"Don't think too much, in the final analysis, I still need my Jiu Xuan Sword Sect to be strong enough."

Beside him is Zhao Yunlong in a white robe.

"It's really cool..."

In the wasteland, there was a roaring sound.

The first swordsman in Western Xinjiang.

"Daddy feels invincible."

Kenmaru, Oiwa.

After speaking, she walked out of the pill room slowly and looked up at the sky in the distance.

Then, drop.

"A star."

The Golden Core master of the Boundless Dao Sect was not only seriously injured, but also abolished the Cultivation Base by the Lingdao master himself because he violated the prohibition of the Lingdao sect.

resentment.

At this time, all the spirits were standing in their place.

"Hehe, do you think you can control him?" Jin Ze, who was silver-haired like snow beside Tuoba Cheng, said with a smile.

Dao Dao phantoms followed behind him.

The entire wasteland vibrated, and outside the wasteland, the shadows held up the sky.

Han Muye nodded and raised his hand.

In this fierce battle, the Sword intent on his body became more and more pure, and it had become invisible.

"When the master let me leave, he was confident to face everything."

That light smashed away the shadow covering the world.

Resentment was suppressed, and a pale phantom appeared.

On Han Muye, Sword intent rose to the sky.

Tang Yunhao widened his eyes and looked at the wasteland in front of him.

Daoist Daoist nodded and said, "This is not a secret in the spiritual world."

The first sword cultivator of the younger generation in the Western Xinjiang, the reputation is resounding.

Countless Black Spirit Valley cultivators appeared ahead.

"This is the way to die."

The resentment here is so strong, as long as it is contaminated, it will definitely die!

But on this day, Duan Yihong of the Infernal Dao Sect defeated three Qishens of the realm with one sword, and he challenged five Qishen Third Stage powerhouses for thousands of miles in one day, and they were all defeated by one sword.

"If he dies in this Black Spirit Valley, three hundred years later, after my Cultivation Base reaches the sky, come back."

The first young man in Xijiang, Han Muye, the exiled fairy of kendo, can he walk out of the wasteland alive?

Shen Yun Divine Sword.

Among them, the erosion of grievances on the power of the soul is the realm of heaven, which is a headache.

"boom--"

The swordsman exiled, before the nine factions rearranged, the young people of the Western Xinjiang factions were used to sharpen their swords.

"Haha, the number one young generation in Xijiang."

strong.

Countless people expect that there will be a master to let Han Muye make a second sword.

Alchemy bulk.

"Thank you for sending these goodies."

"I just watch, see if Han Muye is alive or dead."

Celestial practice, Nascent Soul, Expanding Aperture, transforming into a god.

At this moment, Han Muye, in his eyes, is very much like Yuan Tianjian, who is running rampant with a sword, only for the swordsmanship in his heart.

One after another, the ghosts roared.

Three days later, before the dark and rolling valley.

But just like that, he became more and more passionate!

The current Han Muye is in full swing, as sharp as a sword.

The Four Elephants Sword Formation's forward footsteps were finally blocked.

"A sword cultivator, when all he does is the sword but not me, then he is not far from the fall."

The long knife appeared, and the endless coercion kept Han Muye's figure in place.

One day later, he finally came to the forbidden area of ​​the Western Border, the Wasteland of Broken Soul.

If they can be evenly matched, it is natural to make friends.

With a gesture, three crystal clear Medicine Pills appeared in his hands.

"Today's Han Muye really considers himself an exiled immortal."

...

"Even that kendo exiled immortal doesn't have the talent like our Mu Wan."

This soul-broken wasteland has become a barren and strange place.

"Ignorance is useless."

Today, the Black Spirit Valley will be destroyed!

The shadow of this Black Spirit Valley, Cultivation Base has surpassed the Half Step Heaven Realm.

"town--"

Stretching out his finger and pointing at the endless wasteland in front of him, Daoist Daoist said softly, "If it wasn't for Shen Yun's Divine Sword to kill three powerhouses outside the world, this wasteland would have expanded tenfold at least."

The resentment was transformed, and it turned into a great air!

Azure Dragon White Tiger, Vermillion Bird Black Tortoise, four elephants gathered.

"You don't even know where the Wasteland of Broken Soul is."

Master.

Destroy the Black Spirit Valley.

"When did your kid become a swordsman of the earth and stone line!"

It's just that the wasteland is vast, and the power of the soul is chaotic in it, and you can't see the slightest at all.

Even a Gold Core Second Stage powerhouse who couldn't help but was injured by it.

But this is just a legend, no one can really tell.

Looking from outside the wasteland, over the entire wasteland, resentment turned into a vortex, surging continuously.

In his opinion, Han Muye, who has obtained Yuan Tianjianzun Jianwan and is guarded by Daoist Daoist, is of course a disciple of Yuan Tianjianzun.

"But he's not here. It's hard for you to pacify the Black Spirit Valley."

The light of the knife is like a wheel, and ghosts and ghosts follow.

The child stomped and waved, as if responding.

In a few days, the cultivation world in the Western Xinjiang region was splendid.

"If he doesn't die, either you introduce him to Shangyang Demon Sect, or there is no swordsmanship in this world."

Looking at the surging grievances, Han Muye's eyes were filled with golden light.

Outside the wasteland, those young strong men's original idea of ​​winning faded away.

"If he comes out, in the next thousand years, I will not fight against him."

It is the kind of big cultivator in the half step world, and it also came back.

Han Muye bowed towards these illusory figures and spoke loudly.

Not only him, but the others also exploded, turning into a mass of gray-black resentment.

"But here is the Wasteland of Broken Soul, the Valley of the Black Spirit."

In the eyes of other Sects, Jiu Xuan Jianmen must be very meaningful.

For a while, practitioners in Xijiang were speculating about who these young and strong men are really the first.

Everyone looked up, wanting to see what was going on in the wasteland.

This wasteland is not so easy to break through.

The Spiritual Qi cultivated by Jiuyanggong brings endless heat.

Moreover, the Half Step Heaven Realm in Black Spirit Valley is based on the Devil Cultivator practice method.

"Back then, this place was slashed by the master Shizun with a sword." Zhao Yunlong said in a deep voice.

"town."

If he loses at this time, the Dao in his heart will be flawed in the future.

But he didn't dare to expect the position of the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier.

Ahead, a dark, thousand-zhang phantom smashed down.

At the critical moment, the mood will be damaged.

Shake Western Xinjiang.

Continuously surging, thousands.

"Om-"

"boom--"

Each of these people is a situation.

"are you crazy……"