Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

, Full comprehension level: Sixty years of Jiange Guanjian

Sword Ray burst!

Meteor crashing!

Thousands of miles of land, rolling like waves!

Pointing the stars, borrowing the power of heaven and earth, imitating the general trend of Star's fall, under a single strike, the earth cracks thousands of miles.

This kind of power is impossible for the situation to have.

Even in the realm of heaven, under the Nascent Soul Second Stage, it cannot break through the earth with one blow.

Between the sky and the earth, the smoke and dust filled the sky.

The dimly-black Wasteland of Broken Soul turned into a murky yellow.

In this muddy yellow, there is a smell of soil.

This kind of breath has not spread in the Wasteland of Broken Soul for countless years.

This is the breath of the earth, the breath of life.

With one blow, the entire Black Spirit Valley was smashed into the ground.

No matter how strong they were, they all turned into powder.

These evil cultivators who cultivate their grievances should have this kind of retribution.

The clouds rolled, and the endless vibrations spread from the wasteland to the surroundings.

Outside the wasteland, the waiting powerhouses all turned pale and flew back.

The force of this impact is too strong, causing the changes in the power of celestial phenomena and earth veins. Whether it is the enlightenment of the earth or the passage of veins, this moment is suppressed by the will of heaven and earth.

The wasteland is rolling, and the western frontier is shaking.

Western Xinjiang, the residence of Lingdao Zong Mountain Gate.

The rolling green hills are surrounded by Immortal Qi.

"Boom-"

Above the sky, a mighty bell sounded.

Then on the top of the mountain, a golden light curtain shone down, covering the entire mountain gate for hundreds of miles.

At the moment when the light curtain was scattered, the sky and the earth roared and vibrated, and the earth swayed, as if the heaven and the earth were about to overturn.

Inside the mask, in front of a magnificent Great Hall, several old men in green robes stood side by side.

"The western border is shaking, and fighting like this is at least the power of the heavens." In the front position, an old man with a gray beard stared at the dust billowing in the distance, and said in a deep voice.

Xijiang Xiu practitioner, who doesn't pay attention to the battle in the Black Spirit Valley at this time?

As the largest sect in Western Xinjiang, the Spirit Dao Sect was extremely aware of the battle situation at this time.

It is precisely because of understanding that this Half-step Heavenly Realm Spirit Dao Sect Elder will be shaken.

"For thousands of years, my Spiritual Dao Sect has been suppressing Jiu Xuan Jianmen." On the other side, a middle-aged man wearing a purple Dao crown said with a smile.

"The inheritance of the sword pavilion of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect really completely broke the rules of the cultivation world."

"One jiazi condenses a sword, and fights against the heavenly realm."

"If this kind of inheritance is really prosperous, how can other families live?"

Hearing his words, many people nodded.

Lingdao Sect, Taiyi Sword Sect, and Shangyang Demon Sect have always suppressed the sword pavilion very tacitly.

The inheritance of the sword pavilion has never really flourished.

Looking at it today, it's true.

How long has Han Muye been in Jiange? There is such fighting power.

If there are more Han Muye in the sword pavilion, then the western border, wouldn't it be up to Jiuxuan Jianmen to have the final say?

"Hehe, luckily there is only one Han Muye," Daoist, who was standing first, smiled and said softly, "What's more, after today's battle, how much power does he still have?"

The cultivation of the sword pavilion is all about depleting the soul Sword Qi in exchange for combat power.

When Han Muye rose to fame on Yunchaoling, in addition to his kendo Talent Wushuang, he also used his soul Sword Qi to join forces with Master Tu Sun to fight against the powerful monsters.

Han Muye's own Cultivation Base is not worth mentioning.

His soul Sword Qi was completely worn out. With his own kendo Cultivation Base, even if he was able to fight beyond the ranks, it was nothing more than a mere territorial connection.

This level, among peers, is not too bad.

But in the entire Western Xinjiang, there are countless people who can beat him.

Even if Han Muye survives today, he is still a mortal.

"You said, did Jiu Xuan Jianmen deliberately let Han Muye abolish the Cultivation Base, so that my Spiritual Dao Sect would be relieved?" A Daoist looked around and said softly.

This kind of thing, Jiu Xuan Jianmen has done many times.

In Lingdao Sect's view, what Jiu Xuan Jianmen did was like a gecko with a broken tail. He always felt that he was smart and could escape suppression by self-mutilation.

In fact, over the years, Jiu Xuan Jianmen has never really risen.

"Wait for the elder to make a decision." In front, someone spoke lightly.

Big Elder.

Wanhua real person.

Wanhua Zhenren is currently in Closed Door Training.

At this time, in the secret room of the back mountain of the Lingdao Sect, the Spiritual Qi-surging Master Wanhua slowly opened his eyes.

A blue aura flashed in his eyes.

"Kendo exile Han Muye?"

"Back then, when my avatar in Qingmang Mountain fell, why did I always feel that I had something to do with this person?"

"Unfortunately, all the incarnation messages were not felt by that sword method."

On Wanhua Daoist, the silky Spiritual Qi is intertwined, and it seems to run wild uncontrollably.

The incarnation fell, and the damage to him was not small.

"Xijiang, Tianxuan World, even if my Spirit Dao Sect wants to leave Xijiang, I can't leave empty-handed."

"All that should be taken away must be taken away, and what should be killed must not be kept."

Whispering softly, Wanhua Daoist raised his hand, and the blue aura covered the space in front of him.

Not urgent.

When he leaves the customs, it is time to sweep the western border and search for resources.

...

Western Xinjiang, on a cliff.

An old man in a black robe looked into the distance.

Over there, there is smoke rising, covering half of the sky.

This place is too far away from the Black Spirit Valley, and I can only feel the vibration slightly, as well as the rising of smoke and dust clouds. Others, I can't feel it.

The old man had deep eyes and whispered softly.

"Big Rock?"

"Is this kid so hard-hearted?"

"I'm also curious about what kind of junior can make Dayan surrender."

"In the beginning, this kid, but no one except the master looked down on it..."

Looking at the smoke and dust in the distance, the old man turned his head and looked at the mountains behind him.

On him, a dignified Sword Ray flashed, and then disappeared again.

"The master asked me to guard the western border, and when the person who can really control the western border appears, I can go to the fairy world to find him."

"It's been six thousand years, kendo exiled, I hope you don't let me down."

...

A blow in the Wasteland of Broken Soul shattered the entire Black Spirit Valley.

Han Muye stood in the void with no sadness or joy on his face.

A sword that has been cultivated for a long time is consumed, in exchange for a sword to smash thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

This is Jian Xiu.

"Happy..."

A sword ball swayed and floated back to Han Muye.

Daoist Daoist appeared, with the slightest red tide on his face, and his legs were vain.

"Since that time when I slaughtered practitioners outside the realm and smashed mountains and rivers with one sword, I haven't felt so happy in eight thousand years."

Daoist looked at Han Muye with a complicated expression on his face.

"You have a chance."

Have the opportunity.

Have a chance to become the next Yuan Tianjian, or have a chance to surpass Yuan Tianjian?

Or, is there a chance to become the master of Daoist Daoist?

Han Muye chuckled lightly and reached out to hold Jianmaru.

The sword just now, poured the sword power into a blow, and borrowed the general trend of heaven and earth.

This kind of swordsmanship is also an unimaginable accumulation of experience for him.

Worldly practice, isn't it just a step-by-step groping?

Seeing that the smoke and dust around him slowly subsided, Han Muye moved and flew back.

Now that the Black Spirit Valley has been levelled, there is no need to stay any longer.

After this battle, he also had no interest in fighting other practitioners.

Go back to Jiu Xuan Sword Gate.

With a movement, Sword Ray crossed the void.

At this time, thousands of miles away, countless practitioners couldn't hold back any longer and fled into the wasteland.

Everyone wanted to see how this battle turned out.

Is it Han Muye, the exiled fairy of Kendo, who won and pacified the Black Spirit Valley, or did the Black Spirit Valley remain unharmed, and the exiled Kendo immortal folded his sword here?

Above the sky, there is a stream of light.

On the Wasteland of Broken Soul, the dark yellow light is also sinking, revealing the blue sky of the sky.

Could it be that the swordsmanship really won?

"Sword Ray!"

Suddenly, someone whispered.

It's Sword Ray!

Ahead, a bright Sword Ray ran rampant in the sky, cutting through the clouds.

Sword repair!

The sword cultivator here must be Han Muye, the exiled immortal of kendo!

It's the kendo exiled immortal who wins!

Black Spirit Valley, destroyed!

"It's Han Muye!"

"My God, is there really such a strong swordsman in the world, who can destroy the Black Spirit Valley with the power of one person?"

"My generation of sword cultivators should travel thousands of miles, slaying demons and eradicating demons, that's how it should be!"

Countless people cheered.

At this moment, in the hearts of all Jianxiu, there is this uncontrollable joy.

This is a great victory for Jian Xiu!

"Kendo exile!"

someone shouted.

Then countless people cheered.

"I really didn't expect this kid to be able to level the Black Spirit Valley on his own." Standing in the void, the Mu family ancestor stroked his beard and said softly: "I remember, he and my family Mu Wan seem to have a good relationship... "

Beside him, Fairy Shaoyao's eyes lit up, and she reached out and pinched the ancestor's waist: "You old man, why didn't you arrange this kind of thing earlier?"

Tang Yunhao and Zhao Yunlong stood together, looking at Sword Ray flying in the distance, with a look of amazement on their faces.

"This is the kendo exile."

"The world's kendo practitioners, that's how it should be."

Zhao Yunlong turned his head to look at Tang Yunhao, and said in a low voice, "You are in the dark, but there is light in your heart, and the master will give you a road to the sky."

Tang Yunhao nodded and clenched his fists lightly.

One person and one sword will destroy a large group.

The world does not dare to do, the world does not dare to kill, the world does not dare to think, it is only a sword!

This is the sword repair.

He remembered what Han Muye had told him.

Jianxiu, beware of the sword in your heart.

Above the sky, Han Muye in the form of Sword Ray had neither sadness nor joy on his face.

He seemed to be two people.

One is driving Sword Ray, and the other is suspending Nine Heavens, looking at the heaven and earth below.

This is the performance of realizing Heavenly Dao.

Possessing strength of 100,000 miles, slaying the demon with one sword.

After this sword, his Dao approached perfection.

So, at this time, he is enlightened.

But the more this is the case, the more he feels that there is a shortage of avenues in this world.

Where is it missing? Han Muye's eyes fell down, the wasteland that had been covered by loess and dust.

Wasteland, still that wasteland.

Yes, it's the same wasteland.

wrong!

Han Muye froze, Sword Ray stopped where he was.

After destroying the Black Spirit Valley, the entire wasteland was shattered, why is it still that wasteland?

The wasteland should be the same as any other place in the Western Xinjiang. There is Spiritual Qi, there is vitality, and all living beings are born.

However, the wasteland is still the wasteland.

Outer demons, devour Heavenly Dao!

The real behind the scenes here is not the Black Spirit Valley, but the demon hidden under the wasteland of 100,000 miles!

Han Muye stood in the air with endless killing intent in his eyes.

Behind him, Sword Ray slowly emerged.

The blue Sword Ray radiates the light of Ling Jue Tian Di.

Sword Ray is too prosperous and turned into a scorching sun!

"He, what happened to him?"

Seeing Han Muye standing in the same place with Sword Ray surging on his body, everyone was stunned.

The Black Spirit Valley has already been destroyed, so why move the sword?

Could it be that he is not enough to destroy the Black Spirit Valley, and he has to destroy other Sects?

"No way, could it be that he was rushed into the Divine Treasure by Sword Intent, and the killing intent fascinated his mind?" Someone exclaimed and stepped back.

"It's possible that the Sword intent was too strong, fascinated the mind, and turned into a Sword Devil. It's not that things like this have never happened."

Some people say that they are busy and have to retreat.

The kendo into the devil, how terrible.

Such a Sword Devil only uses the sword to kill in his heart, and the whole person is controlled by the sword, immortal and immortal.

"I remember, the inheritance of the sword pavilion, five hundred years ago, there were masters who were controlled by swords." Someone shouted.

"Yes, five hundred years ago, Jiange Elder Yu Shanqing, who cultivated the swordsmanship of Jiange, was finally controlled by swords, turned into Sword Devil, and killed more than 30 sword-watchers in Jiange in one day."

"The kendo immortal is enchanted!"

Everyone shouted and stepped back.

However, their stature seems to be out of control.

The first to find out that something was wrong was the Mu Family Patriarch and the Peony Fairy.

"This is, the power of Heavenly Dao suppresses!"

The Mu family ancestor looked solemn, looked down, and his eyes were full of fear: "The wasteland of the soul, the power of heaven and earth will also be cut off, the legend of the year is actually true!"

His words caused an uproar around the practitioners.

Before everyone exclaimed, a trembling force came from below.

The earth rolled, and the skeleton of a four-legged beast with a height of ten thousand feet slowly stood up.

"Hehe, in this world, there are people who can see through the deity's hiding."

"rare."

Among the bones of the giant beast, there was a voice.

The sound vibrated, shaking the figures in the sky, making it difficult to control Sword Ray Spiritual Qi.

This is the suppression of the soul and the avenue.

The power of this giant beast's bones has far exceeded everyone's imagination.

The dust was scattered, and the shape of the skeleton was revealed.

Ten thousand feet and four feet, with scattered scales on his body.

On the head, a penetrating sword mark is between the eyes.

At this time, in the eye sockets of the skeleton beast, there was a blue flame.

"Actually, you can leave."

The fangs in the giant beast's mouth glowed with blue aura.

The flames in the eye sockets were thrown in the direction of Han Muye.

"I only need the souls of these human races, I didn't want to keep you."

At this time, Han Muye's figure was already above the void, completely out of the control range of this giant beast.

If you want to go, turn around and go.

The words of the giant beast came out, and blue phantoms appeared on the body, rushing around.

"Soul Eater!"

Someone looked at the blue shadow and shouted in panic.

Soul Eater, devouring the soul, possessing a human body.

The power of these monsters is not strong, but they specialize in attacking people's souls.

For practitioners in the world, before reaching the late stage of enlightenment, it is difficult for the power of the soul to resist the devouring of the Soul Eater.

What's more, the Soul Eater rushed into the cultivator's shrine, not just one, but several or even dozens.

Even in the realm of heaven, the divine soul could not stop hundreds of soul eaters from biting and swallowing.

"This is the Soul Eater, the monster that ravaged the Western Xinjiang three thousand years ago!"

"No, it's a demon, a demon other than Tianxuan, who caused a catastrophe in the Western Border back then and finally disappeared, it's here!"

Countless fearful exclamations came out.

The cultivators who filled the sky were locked in shape and could not escape at all.

The methods of the Soul Eater are extremely terrifying in legends.

They devoured the soul, controlled the body, and then pretended to be practitioners to survive.

Outsiders don't even know that he has been swallowed by the Soul Eater.

"This is Heavenly Devil." The Mu Family ancestor gleamed in his eyes and whispered: "Shaoyao, if you can't get away, I will explode the power of my soul and send you away."

Beside her, a trace of complexity flashed across Fairy Shaoyao's face, without nodding or speaking.

Below, the soul eaters are getting closer.

"Actually, there are countless practitioners under your control in Xijiang, right?"

Han Muye whispered.

He remembered some strange things that he didn't understand at the beginning.

At the beginning, there were always several swords in the sword pavilion, and their masters died strangely.

Not just in Jiange, but also in other Sects, there are such people.

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

His eyes fell on the huge skeleton.

"Han Muye, think clearly, this is the Heavenly Devil that has been rampant for thousands of years." Daoist's voice came.

Daoist Daoist appeared beside him and said in a low voice, "Back then, he didn't kill him with a single sword, leaving behind troubles."

This Heavenly Devil was one of the three out-of-bounds overhaulers killed by Yuan Tianjian back then.

It's just that this Heavenly Devil quietly survived with a secret method, and it also took the skeleton of another big demon.

"You have to leave, it's still too late." Daoist took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "In those days, he also encountered a powerful enemy and had to retreat temporarily."

Sword cultivation is not for the sake of death.

Sword repair, just easy to break.

There is no shame in leaving today.

Heavenly Devil left over from ancient times, not its opponent, normal.

Today, these countless practitioners are actually not related to Han Muye. They are the ancestors of the Mu family, and they are only acquainted with each other.

Going today, Han Muye's Dao heart won't be damaged much.

Hearing Daoist's words, Han Muye chuckled.

Walk?

The sword has not come out, how can I go?

In his palm, the black sword vibrated.

"Daoist Dayan, can you help me one more time?"

Help again?

Daoist looked at Han Muye, gritted his teeth and said, "Daddy has accepted his fate. If he doesn't die this time, he will accept you as the master in the future."

After speaking, he turned into a breeze and landed on the black sword.

Han Muye laughed and stepped forward.

"What you've been looking for is this sword, right?"

Han Muye shouted, the black sword, there is the power of space flowing.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the flames in the eyes of the giant beast below solidified, and all the soul eaters that rushed out came to surround Han Muye.

"give me."

"I'm leaving this world."

The giant beast roared wildly, and its body flew into the sky.

"Want this sword?" Han Muye narrowed his eyes and let go of his hand gently.

"Then see if you can block my sword."

With one hand behind his back, he pointed slightly forward with the other.

At this moment, in his mind, the picture of Mo Yuan's sword, and the appearance of Yuan Tianjian's shot, overlapped together.

Kendo is the best way to go.

There is a sword in my heart, and I will never go forward.

I have a sword in my hand, may this world be peaceful.

"boom--"

Three Sword intents rose.

This is the Sword intent condensed in Han Muye Dantian.

Consumed before, all at this time, all lies in this.

"Three Sword intents!"

"Han Banxian has already condensed three Sword Intents, such a means, the younger generation, no one can match!"

Looking at Han Muye's three magnificent Sword Rays, everyone was amazed and admired.

"Han Banxian, you, let's go..." Someone whispered.

Han Muye, who has three Sword intents, left today, and is still the first young generation in the Western Xinjiang.

Stay, can you not die?

"Jiuxuan Jianmen Jiange Han Banxian, if I can live with your sword today, Mo Sanyue will definitely repay it with death." Someone looked at Han Muye who was walking backwards and clenched his fists.

Before life and death, how many people can go retrograde?

"At the beginning, on the Yunchao Ridge, you went retrograde and shot your sword under the siege of the heavens."

"Today, before Heavenly Devil, you still came without fear."

"You are the real sword cultivator."

The person who spoke had a solemn expression.

He stared at Han Muye who was coming retrograde, and suddenly shouted: "Fellow fellows, today Han Banxian is going retrograde with his sword. After one sword, let's help him leave this place, how about that?"

"Isn't what my generation of practitioners ask for is to have a happy mind and a clear mind?"

"I, Liu Shengyu, would like to explode my soul Cultivation Base and help Han Banxian leave. Is there anyone who wishes?"

Self-exploding spirit Cultivation Base, help Han Banxian leave!

"Okay." Not far away, Wan Yue in a white dress faintly opened.

"Hehe, old man can try it." An old man from Gold Core Fifth Stage said with a long smile.

"Husband, let me stay with you." Fairy Shaoyao stretched out her hand, took the Mu Family Patriarch's arm, and said softly, "Let's help him leave."

The ancestor of the Mu family turned his head and looked in the direction of the countless soul-devouring demons.

Over there, Han Muye walked with his hands behind his back, like a fairy coming to the world.

"Okay." He whispered softly.

The peony fairy chuckled.

As if in the spring moon drizzle, the garden is full of flowers.

Han Muye walked forward, and in front of him, the black sword shadow streamer flashed.

Three Sword intents rushed into the black long sword and brought out a Ling Ran Sen Han.

"That's not enough, kid, these three Sword intents can never stop these Soul Eaters."

"Even if I destroy my soul, I can't stop it."

Among the swords, Daoist's voice came anxiously.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, looking at the soul eaters, his eyes crossed these illusory figures and landed on the skeletons below.

Can't stop the Soul Eater?

Today, I came retrograde, just to block the Soul Eater?

how is this possible!

The sword is unsheathed, life and death have no regrets!

"Not enough Sword intent?"

"I still have."