Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

A Star Heart is worthy of a big cultivator.

This knife is fake.

Defeat the four-armed Flying Ape Clan powerhouse within ten breaths and cut off both of his arms. With such combat power, there are very few enemies here.

His voice fell, and he flew up.

Han Muye's eyes lit up, he chuckled lightly, and thrust his sword out.

The soft petals are like gold and iron, and they can cut through the flesh and bones of the big demon.

Han Muye nodded and sorted out the sword case he was carrying, and straightened his clothes lightly.

Simon Realm, a big world, there are many strong ones.

Monster Qi tumbled into the clouds, bloody suffocating, making people sick.

Thirteen wind swordsmanships can pursue the Heavenly Secret Avenue.

He stretched out his hand and dropped the long knife held in his arm.

In this battle, there is no power of heaven, let alone participation, not even the qualifications to watch the battle.

The four-armed monster didn't wait any longer, and flew for a hundred miles in a flash.

The light of the sword and the cloud of water merged, and they reappeared three feet behind Han Muye, quietly stabbing like a sword.

Han Muye stabbed the Qingming Sword in front of him and walked with the sword. His movements seemed to be very slow, but it was half a point faster than the sword light.

On the water, powerful Demonic Beasts rushed up, trying to catch up with Jin Kun and the others and drag them back to the endless sea.

Thousands of miles away, an old man with a sword in his hand let out a low voice.

However, when the knife came over, Han Muye saw too many changes.

This long sword is actually a magical Magic Treasures.

But there are hundreds of thousands of wood demons and Demonic Beasts on the grass in the tens of miles!

Knife to start, heavy.

The fighting spirit on Han Muye was too strong, and the power that motivated them had feedback.

Han Muye appeared a hundred feet away.

Seeing Feng Zihe flying towards him, Han Muye laughed and rolled his sword backwards.

Han Muye chuckled lightly, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and said softly, "The heart of Star, how could it be given to outsiders?"

Sword, can I still get it back?

kill!

In such a world, even the Gold Core Third Fifth Stage can kill it.

A sword cultivator who can make his own sword sense when he is thousands of miles away!

The tyrannical demon light instantly enveloped Han Muye, and the tyrannical sword light slashed down.

This knife is at least 10,000 jin, the hilt is no more than ten feet long, and the blade is two feet long.

“Good Saber Technique!”

They are now gathered on a verdant meadow within a radius of only a few dozen miles. The grass is suspended and slowly lifted into the air.

"Magic Treasures!"

This heavenly monster is actually a strong man who will control the Dao of the Blade Cultivation Base to the extreme.

Cheers came from the green ground, Jin Kun looked excited, and led a group of monsters to Yuhongxing.

With the sword in hand, Han Muye saw the kendo inheritance of Huayan Jianzong.

Not all creatures have the power to fight, nor do they have the Cultivation Base to be able to exert themselves.

Feng Zihe, who was flying in the distance, groaned, bleeding from his mouth and horror in his eyes.

"boom--"

The four-armed flying ape monster named Hetuo has cultivated the Saber Technique inherited from the family group to the extreme, and has his own insights.

He just used the power of the soul to stimulate the opponent to shoot, just to see this knife!

At this moment, not only the foreign kendo practitioner felt the sensation, but other great cultivators who were vying for the heart of Star also turned around.

"Wind veins, the first sword, the clouds are scattered."

brutal?

wind roll.

He was stunned for a moment, turned his head, looked into the distance, and instantly swept away thousands of miles.

There was a sinister smile on the distorted face of the big demon.

The sword was a little deeper, and he was already dead at this time.

Thousands of miles away, a young man wearing a white robe and carrying a sword box on his back stepped on the waves, his hands drooping, and he took a step.

Standing in the same place, Han Muye grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, and his aura filled with Sword Qi at the same time.

Outsiders can only see the gang wind raging, but they can't see the gang wind, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

Han Muye drank lowly.

An arm fell.

Below, the sea water of the Endless Sea swallowed up the last Star fragments, causing a raging rage.

"Tianxuan Jianxiu Han Muye, come to ask for advice-"

At this moment, he felt the joy of being peeled off the fog in his heart.

The three long knives caused the water waves, and the light of the knives quietly attacked Han Muye in the cloud.

There are only a few who can do heaven-defying in front of big cultivators.

Qing Ming unsheathed, his right hand was holding it, and the sword edge was lightly twisted.

The kind of kendo Saint who uses the sword to enter Samsara.

Such a treasure, no one will not be moved.

The long sword was unsheathed, the Sword Ray flashed, and a wind scroll that had shrunk countless times appeared.

This knife is too fast.

Han Muye turned his head to look at Jin Kun and the others, and then the power poured out from his feet, and the green grass slowly ascended in a radius of dozens of miles, and then went into the distance.

The rear is empty.

Although Feng Zihe was in great pain, he could only turn around and fly away.

"In the end, it is the family of four-armed flying monkeys that is hard to find in the world, and has inherited Saber Technique since ancient times." A thin old man wearing a Taoist robe said in a low voice.

This four-armed monster is really the essence of cultivation of one of the swords that he masters.

Han Muye gently put the long sword into the sword box, raised his head, and looked at Ling Xiao with fighting intent.

"Om-"

The power of Magic Treasures and sword practice are superimposed, and the combat power has increased tenfold?

Holding the Magic Treasures longsword in hand, Han Muye walked slowly while watching the images flashing in his mind.

In front of these ferocious monsters, the wood demons and Demonic Beasts on the green grass could only shiver, their bodies limp.

Although the wind was strong, it couldn't directly strangle him.

The other three knives are deadly.

Knives are inherently tyrannical and difficult to tame.

"Mikio fellow daoist, you, don't you go grab Star's heart?" Jin Kun looked at the shining spiritual bead and said in a low voice.

Coming to fight today, the fighting spirit penetrates the sky, how can it be spent like this?

"This son, cruel..." A big man in half-length black armor showed a dignified expression on his face.

Several hideous-looking big demons rushed towards the wood demon on the grass.

In his left hand, the purple flame sword wrapped in golden aura flipped back, and a part of his arm fell again.

Jin Kun raised his head with a nervous look on his face.

Feng Zihe couldn't stop the Sword Ray flashing somewhere around him at all, he could only explode his Sword Ray and smashed a way.

Once the water is cut off, the water flow is saved!

In the battle of the Heavenly Realm overhaul, the mountains and rivers will be shattered with one blow.

With a smile on Han Muye's face, the Qingming sword turned upside down, and the blade blocked the knife behind him.

According to what was negotiated before, at this moment, all the wood demons and Demonic Beasts slammed their own magical powers and spells into the position behind them.

The light of the knife is dim, and there is only one quick word.

There is not one person in this group who is not covered in blood.

Touching his neck lightly, Feng Zihe's face turned pale.

"He is strong and he is strong, the breeze caresses the hills, borrows the wind and clouds for thousands of miles, and touches the autumn wind."

This time, all the leaves are not to block the eyes of the big monster in the endless sea, but to block the front of the wood monsters and Demonic Beasts on the grass.

Magic Treasures sword.

Han Muye's eyes pierced through the illusory flashing wind, and his thoughts were driven to the extreme.

Han Muye held his swords horizontally, raised his head, and looked into the distance.

"Kuraga-"

This is a group of ferocious, violent monsters!

Even if these wood demons and Demonic Beasts attacked like a ticklish singly, hundreds of thousands of them together could scratch their confidants.

The method mentioned by fellow daoist Makino is really useful.

The movements are gentle, as if going to a banquet.

Those wooden thorns, one broken, another one, one after another, without end...

Flying branches and leaves, floating petals, thorns, thorns...

After all, it is a major cultivation of the heavens. If you can learn more about other people's cultivation methods, and watch the battle of the same rank more, it will be beneficial to their cultivation and the improvement of their combat power.

What kind of sword repair is this?

A face-to-face with a broken arm, he has never met such a swordsman.

"Simon Realm Huayan Sword Sect Feng Zihe, come to fight!"

The wind is outside, the wind is blowing inside.

Han Muye moved slightly when he saw the light of the knife approaching. Can't take it.

Thousands of miles away, a spirit bead shines, and thousands of meters away from the spirit bead, dozens of practitioners from other regions, and the great monsters in the endless sea are all fighting for it with all their strength.

It's just that this kendo method uses the wind as the blade.

"It's okay, let them grab it for a while."

"Thorn-"

This is a great treasure.

"Agreed." With a smile on his face, Han Muye stretched out his hand, and the shattered Gangfeng outside turned into a cyan long sword, which was held in his hand.

Break the wind with the wind?

Huayan Sword Sect is also a great Sect, with superb swordsmanship, and hundreds of great cultivators who enter the Dao with swords.

After traveling thousands of miles, the Demonic Beasts behind him have caught up.

Han Muye looked at him and said, "Do you understand?"

The four-armed monster's expression did not change. It seemed that he had expected that he would not be able to defeat the enemy with one knife.

Their warm nourishment is soaked in blood, and the blood temperature is not cold.

Jin Kun hurriedly nodded and said, "I understand that when encountering a strong enemy, I will cover my eyes with my magical powers, and then gather my strength to strike."

But when he saw Han Muye raise his sword, the last trace of reason in his heart disappeared.

This is the land of Taoism, can you really escape far?

Gangfeng wrapped his body, Han Muye's face did not change.

"Clansmen, do your best!" Jin Kun shouted.

The bones and fur of those big demons were all torn to shreds, smashed into pieces, and finally turned into nothingness.

Feng Zihe frowned, and without hesitation, he flew with his sword and slashed with one sword.

Hearing Jin Kun's words, Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.

Stepping out, Han Muye has Sword Ray and water vapor condensed on his body.

"Feng Mou admits defeat." Feng Zihe turned his head to look at the floating Star Heart, cupped hands towards Han Muye, turned around and left.

After he finished speaking, he activated the power of the wood demon to control this side of the grass and fly away.

It's just the aura that fell on him, what's going on?

He watched with his own eyes the big monsters who were chasing after them, being pierced by leaves.

Wind to wind!

A vein of wind.

Meet the enemy, draw your sword!

A hundred years of raising a knife will kill 100,000 souls!

quick!

The world is sharp, but one is fast!

Lifting weights lightly.

The wind is rolling and the clouds are scattered!

If you can't see it, it's fine, if you can't see it, don't be afraid.

Han Muye let out a long laugh, returned his swords to the sword box, and walked forward.

Those who can get four such long knives are all killed from hundreds or thousands of their peers.

If Feng Zihe had used the sword of Magic Treasures just now, he would have died.

The faces of the people who competed with Feng Zihe before were pale.

Even under the suppression of the endless sea battle, these Heavenly Realm overhauls are still a group of top powerhouses in the world.

Jin Kun nodded, raised his hand, and used his magical powers, swaying countless golden leaves.

A slender wound, with a hint of golden aura, made his heart beat continuously.

The tyrannical sword light that slashed the heavens and the earth collided with the sword edge, as if slashing in soft water, slowly slowing down.

A hundred miles away, Han Muye's long sword was raised again.

Holding a long knife, Han Muye raised his head and looked at the four-armed flying monkey named Hetuo in front of him.

This light has been transformed into Sen Han's saber intent, and with just a gentle dance, the void can be slashed open.

By yourself, repelled those big demons?

Han Muye moved very fast, but within a hundred miles.

After obtaining this sword, the four-armed flying ape powerhouse needs to be nurtured for another hundred years before they succeed.

All the Wood Demons and Demonic Beasts were stunned when they opened their eyes to see the golden leaves in front of them.

Feng Zihe was only the law enforcement elder in the door, and the Cultivation Base was stuck in a bottleneck, so he came to participate in the Taoism struggle and wanted to take the opportunity to make a breakthrough.

Simply a monster.

Someone exclaimed.

Han Muye drank it, the clouds and the wind scattered, the Sword Ray flickered, and the wind was the sword!

Cut off the water.

This Saber Technique, Han Muye Insight in the picture, but he prefers to see it with his own eyes.

This big demon pulled away to kill himself, not only to show his combat power, but also to jump out of the battle circle, preparing for the fisherman to benefit.

This strike is the overhaul of Tianjing Expanding Aperture, and I don't dare to take it hard.

At this time, the reactions of these wood demons and Demonic Beasts are what low-level creatures should have.

The turbid waves surged, the broken clouds stretched, and between the ten thousand feet of water and clouds, Monster Qi collided with Spiritual Qi and Devilish Qi, escaping toward the surroundings.

"Thorn-"

Who can cultivate to the realm of heaven, who is not cruel?

"Kuraga-"

With such a quick slash, it was too late to even dodge below the Nascent Soul Fifth Stage.

Many big cultivators smiled and watched quietly.

Sword Ray condensed into a line, reaching a hundred feet straight, rubbing the arm of the four-armed monster lightly.

In the picture Han Muye saw, there was a lot of killing. The violent and gloomy Four-Handed Flying Ape clan cultivates strong people, all of which raise Gu and kill each other.

If it weren't for the great battles and the gathering of the world's strong men, how could Han Muye have the opportunity to fight against such strong men?

From He Tuo's confrontation with Han Muye to the moment when his arms were cut off, the whole process took less than ten breaths.

For practitioners, the heart of the star is a treasure that can help them to practice without worry for countless years to come.

"Blindfolded."

His eyes were opposite to this heavenly realm monster.

One, two, a hundred, a thousand!

After all calculations, it is not as sharp as a sword in the hand!

Most of the people who come here today to compete for the Heart of Star are from other places, in order to get a chance in the Taoism struggle.

The blinding supernatural ability can not only make the creatures whose eyes are covered cannot see the front, but even the coercion can be covered.

Jin Kun watched his movements and said hurriedly, "Mister Mu, fellow daoist, you are—"

These methods are very low-level.

"Let's go."

This group, The Weak are Prey to the Strong.

Sword cultivators in the world are all hard bones, and cutting such bones with a knife can be called fun.

Over there, dozens of big cultivators seem to be looking forward to it?

Ahead, Han Muye had a smile on his face.

Those Heavenly Realm major repairers looked at each other, and some people had the intention of retreating.

The Heavenly Realm where the state of mind is shattered is no longer the Heavenly Realm.

When he fell a hundred feet away in shock, his whole body was already soaked in blood.

The power of water veins can be combined with all forces!

It's only a few breaths of time, then = own Magic Treasures sword has been refined?

If you have a sword in your heart and a sword in your hand, why bother?

The big monsters that were originally chasing disappeared without a trace.

Sword Ray flickered, Magic Treasures trembled.

A great cultivator with an unparalleled cultivation of the Dao of the Sword in the Heaven Realm, just like that.

A white-bearded old man with a bright long sword in his hand flew forward, swept the sword in his hand, turned into a wind, and went to Han Muye as a hood.

"Ignorance child, I don't know whether to live or die." A big monster with a height of three feet, four arms on his back, a head and face like an ape laughed wildly, and the long knife in his four palms flashed aura.

Behind him are hundreds of thousands of various wood demons and Demonic Beasts.

In the endless sea, there are already several big monsters quietly chasing in the direction of Hetuo's escape.

In the rear, countless Demonic Beasts followed.

Thousands of tempering, blood refining and polishing, a long knife like this takes hundreds of years to take shape.

The confrontation between the electric, light and flint is hand-to-hand, and the outcome is too fast.

After one blow, the monsters in the endless sea in the distance plunged into the sea, not daring to show their heads for a long time.

From the stability of his state of mind and the sublimation of the power of the soul, Han Muye can see through more things.

This knife, enter the road!

At this moment, there was a sound of inhalation from a hundred miles away.

Intricately intertwined thoughts.

"That kid shouldn't be able to take this knife." A kendo heavenly realm with a long sword on his back shook his head.

Even if these wood demons and Demonic Beasts are pitifully weak, they are still demons who have practiced for thousands of years.

A hundred miles away, the bodies of those great monsters in the heavenly realm were stiff.

Seeing the frantic Hetuo fleeing, Han Muye shook his head and only collected the long knife that had fallen, without chasing him any more.

At this moment, the sword in the hand of an exotic sword cultivator shook lightly.

Han Muye's illusory sword, flying a hundred feet and breaking the arm of the flying monkey, how many people can have such means?

Only by killing the sword cultivator in front of him, can he be disgraced!

At this moment, there was fear in his heart.

This method is so easy to use, he did not expect it at all.

The thin leaves just knocked out a roar.

If it wasn't for the divine sense to capture and watch the battle from a distance, most of them in these heavenly realm overhauls thought that they couldn't stop this sword.

The golden leaves blocked their eyes, and the Demonic Beasts and wood demons couldn't see anything.

But when these big cultivators compete for the heart of Star, the power that escapes can turn thousands of miles into pieces.

With this method, they, the demon clan, are more than capable of protecting themselves.

The four-armed flying ape Daxiu Hetuo, who had cut off one arm, had a gloomy expression, and there were bloodstains left on the broken arm, and the sword light flashed in the other three arms.

This time the knife light is not only fast, but also in harmony with the sea water, silently!

The wind and the clouds are intertwined, and the smoke disappears.

Sword Qi penetrated into the blade, and pictures appeared in Han Muye's mind.

Human swordsman?

What the knife light shattered was just his afterimage.

Sword Ray just came out, and that Gangfeng has directly wrapped Han Muye.

"Tianxuan Jianxiu Han Muye, come to ask for advice-"

He Tuo roared in fear, and his figure retreated crazily.

In the world of practice, when the pressure of the great cultivator is lowered, it is the reality that countless low-level beings die.

More celestial Demonic Beasts roared, crashing into the Heart of the Star.

These people are fighting endlessly today, and maybe they will become allies in the future.

The sword training light cut through the void and came directly between Han Muye's eyebrows.

Four-armed flying ape, only two arms left!

Jin Kun's stiff body slowly eased, and he let out a sigh of relief.

It's not that I can't take it, it's that I'm not ready to take this knife at all.

From the eyes of this big demon, he saw arrogance, caution, and gloom.

Sword repair.

Thousands of wind scrolls wrapped Feng Zihe and turned it into a gust of wind.

wind.

Whether you can survive or not depends on your life.

Sword repair, challenge.

The same, the lethality is not strong.

If you lose with one sword, if you don't leave, will you be courting death?

For example, the human heart.

His eyes showed a chilling meaning, and the strong fighting intent on his body turned into reality.

Three long knives with soft light.

Han Muye looked up.

This sword was dignified, and before the sword arrived, it smashed the Gangfeng, revealing Han Muye, who was shy away.