Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Penetrating 3,000 stone walls, the long sword was stuck and could not make an inch!

At this moment, everyone is staring at the long sword.

Jian Xiu's edge is indestructible, but after a setback, there is no more vigor to speak of.

Since the sword has stopped, I am afraid that there is no way to move forward.

Xijiang kendo exiled from the East China Sea, in front of the East China Sea Rogue Cultivators, Zhang Mingjin on the cliff, I am afraid to stop there!

"I heard that Han Muye in Xijiang is a disciple of Mo Yuan. Mo Yuan's practice is extensive, but he is less pure. Looking at it now, I am afraid it is not fake, hehe..."

In the void, there are voice comments.

Han Muye's swordsmanship is amazing, and Shui Longyin was amazing to Shui Longyin before.

But really, in such a real collision, Jian Feng is still not strong enough to be invincible.

It is only natural to stop before the cliff.

"It's not bad. Relying on the power of heaven and earth to sweep across the East China Sea, the mind and resourcefulness are absolutely superb, and the swordsmanship is indeed superb." Another voice showed approval.

"Indeed, outside of the East China Sea, it is rare for a sword cultivator to have such a level."

The tone is soft and gentle, obviously a big cultivator opening.

The arrogant Donghai junior Jianxiu couldn't help but nod when they heard these words.

This Western Border Sword Dao Xianao is a bit arrogant, and mad enough, but he is also quite capable.

With the authority of Zhongzhou, leveraging the general trend of the East China Sea, and destroying the evil spirit armored monster clan in one fell swoop, such means are not available to outsiders.

Shui Long chanted a sword, and the sword edge penetrated three thousand stone walls just now, which is also a real skill.

Such people are indeed rare outside the East China Sea.

At this time, Gu Yuanlong and the others who were sitting beside Han Muye also had such thoughts in their hearts.

After all, this is the East China Sea, the place where swordsmen gather, how could someone really be able to pick the East China Sea with swords?

Even the amazing Han Muye couldn't do it.

"Do you think I lost?"

At this moment, Han Muye suddenly made a sound.

Gu Yuanlong and others were stunned for a moment, and then they heard Han Muye's voice again.

"This sword, if you understand it, you can understand it. If you don't understand it, forget it."

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

What's so strange about this sword?

A sword that has been stagnant, can it still be turned over?

Everyone's eyes fell on the light curtain in front of him.

"Hey, Jianfeng, it seems, seems to have advanced half a minute..." Someone whispered.

Jianfeng advances by half a point?

Maybe there is.

is that useful?

The three-footed sword is still more than two feet away, and there is a hilt behind it.

What's the use of just moving forward?

No one speaks.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the sword.

After a long time.

"It seems, it seems to be a further point..."

In half a day, Jianfeng advanced one point.

When the sun went down, the stone wall was like a sky wall, blocking the sunlight. There was only one sword, and it seemed that he was trying his best to pass through the stone wall.

Many people who had been paying attention to this place have already shook their heads.

The outcome has already been decided, so why bother?

Jianxiu should act decisively.

Being so entangled, he completely lost the character that a sword cultivator should have.

Xijiang exiled immortal, is really exiled immortal, so he has lost half of his immortal style?

overnight.

When the morning sun first rose, the sun shone on the stone wall, and the sword shone with halo.

"Hey, overnight, the sword advanced another inch."

Someone noticed a difference in the position of the swords.

It's just that more people don't care anymore.

One cent, one inch, or one foot, is there a difference?

Beside Han Muye, Gu Yuanlong and the others sat for a whole night.

They watched the blade move forward point by point.

Many people don't understand what it means to persist.

Some people seem to understand a little bit, and some people are even more at a loss.

On this day, Jianfeng advanced eight points.

By evening, a whole sword had already half entered the stone wall.

One night, another inch.

Another eight points a day.

After three days, only the hilt of the entire sword was left.

The stone wall will not be broken for a day, and the long sword will not return for a day. Most swordsmen in the East China Sea will still pay attention to this place.

Many people can't understand what Han Muye is insisting on.

You are already a big cultivator, can you still afford to lose?

What is the significance of the challenge after fighting to such an extent?

The setting sun fell, and Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Do you understand?"

He spoke softly.

Some of Gu Yuanlong and others nodded and some shook their heads.

Above the light curtain, the long sword that pierced the stone wall vibrated gently.

Han Muye's voice sounded.

"What is a sword?"

"The sword is the weapon of murder."

The long sword vibrated, as if to reveal the stone wall.

"In the past five days, you have seen this sword trapped in the stone wall, and you have only seen it travel day by day. Do you know why?"

Why?

No one answered.

The ridicule at this point has no meaning.

"The sword in the hand can be broken, but the sword in the heart cannot be broken."

"How can my sword cultivator be undefeated in his lifetime?"

"Nowadays, the general trend of Daoism is that every step is a thousand times more difficult than this sword penetrating a stone wall."

"Don't get discouraged in the face of setbacks, never turn back, never lose sharpness, this is the sword repair."

No turning back, no less sharpness.

Han Muye spent five days showing what it means to be irreversible.

Even if many people disdain him for fighting like this, he deserves it if he can't answer these four words.

After Han Muye finished speaking, the surroundings were silent.

"Han Banxian, I understand." After a while, Gu Yuanlong's voice sounded.

"Life is not over, swords are not broken, victory or defeat is not divided, sword repair, never give up." Gu Yuanlong stood up, paused, and spoke loudly.

Beside him, Guo Tianjin slowly got up.

"Jian Xiu, never give up!"

Figures stood up one after another and stood behind Han Muye.

It was the sword repairers who formed the sword formation, and they all followed Han Muye.

"Jian Xiu, never give up—"

Countless voices sounded, turned into a frenzy that soared into the sky, and slammed into the sky.

"boom--"

Clouds are surging, the waves are surging, and the sound waves travel thousands of miles!

"Jianxiu, never give up." A large cultivator whispered, his eyes shining brightly.

"Never give up, it's easy to lose, it's easy to let go of the sword in your hand, it's easy to bend down and bow your head..." A desolate Jian Xiu stood on the shore, looking at the surging waves, and whispered softly.

It's easy to give up, and it's easy to admit your own failure.

But if you didn't try your best, why admit defeat?

Win or lose, why give up?

"boom--"

Above the stone wall, the sword vibrated, and the cliff-like cliff shattered into pieces.

The cliff that blocked the stone wall of Han Muye's Yuanshen sword shattered.

At this moment, almost all Jianxiu who were paying attention to this place breathed a sigh of relief.

In their minds, this seems to be taken for granted.

How could a sword cultivator who can persist in advancing for five days be unable to break through this stone wall?

At this moment, thinking back to Han Muye's persistence, countless people's hearts are touched.

Do you have such perseverance as he does, and you can't turn it back?

When you were practicing kendo, did you have this attachment?

Ask yourself, countless people are ashamed.

It never occurred to me that I would shrink back countless times.

"Donghai Gu Yuanlong, willing to move forward with a sword and challenge Donghai Jianxiu—"

Gu Yuanlong with a sword in his hand flew up and rushed forward.

Beside him, Guo Tianjin followed closely.

In the back, countless swordsmen rushed forward.

Their target location is the gate of the Tangshan Sword Sect.

There, there are countless Donghai swordsmen waiting.

How can you give up such an opportunity to learn from each other?

If you want to learn the unrequited faith, start from this moment!

Not only Gu Yuanlong and the others, but above the East China Sea, countless sword cultivators were touched and flew away towards the position of the Tangshan Sword Sect.

With a smile on his face, Han Muye stood in the void with the sword of the primordial spirit in front of him.

"Zhang Mingjin has been taught." Zhang Mingjin, wearing a black robe and carrying a black long sword, bowed and saluted.

"I feel like a Rogue Cultivators, and I don't take honor or disgrace to heart. In my life, if I can win, I will win. If I don't win, I will retreat.

"Up to now, Cultivation Base has been stuck for three hundred years, and its lifespan has been wasted."

"Han Xianxian woke up, Zhang did not dare to forget, and when Zhang closed Door Training practice and made a breakthrough, he went to Zhongzhou and worked for Tianxuan."

After Zhang Mingjin finished speaking, he cupped fist, and his figure retreated directly.

Han Muye gave him a deep insight in five days.

Sword repair, never give up.

That's something he's never had as a Rogue Cultivators.

With this persistence, your Cultivation Base will inevitably break through the bottleneck and reach a higher level. "Om-"

Sword Qi vibrated and walked away.

After the Sword Ray, one by one Donghai Jianxiu flew towards the Tangshan Sword Sect.

Different from watching the excitement before, now these accompanying sword cultivators also want to challenge with swords.

Before Han Muye's sword of primordial spirit could take action, the sword cultivators who were blocking the way in front of him were greeted by several sword cultivators.

Sword Ray staggered, there are winners and losers.

It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, the important thing is to have the heart to draw the sword.

"I understand why your adoptive father is called a swordsman exiled..." Thousands of miles away, before a light curtain, Huang Zhihu and Yun Duan stood side by side.

Yun Duan looked at the chaos in the light curtain and spoke softly.

A flash of light flashed in Huang Zhihu's eyes, and his fighting spirit surged.

"He can suppress the western border with a sword, but he does not seek fame and fortune, but only opens the gate of heaven with his sword."

"He can use poetry as a sword, but he is not ostentatious. He only wishes the scholar to carry the sword, and the world can go."

"Today, he can smash the shackles with one sword, but with five days' work, he is not afraid of cold words, just to let Donghai Jianxiu understand, Jianxiu, never give up..."

Standing in the back, Gongsun Qingfeng spoke softly, holding his own sword hilt tightly in his palm.

Behind him, there are also countless sword cultivators with fighting intent, and the Sword Ray on his body is surging, unable to suppress.

"Donghai Jianxiu, everyone is like a dragon, how can you not participate in such a grand event?" Huang Zhihu let out a long laugh, raised the sword in his hand, and flew forward.

Yun Duan smiled and shook her head, raised her hand, and there was golden light surging in the sky.

The decree combined with the power of Heavenly Dao, leading the endless power of heaven and earth to the direction of the Tangshan Sword Sect.

At this moment, everyone rushed to the Tangshan Sword Sect.

Among the pavilions and pavilions of the Tangshan Sword Sect, Mo Yuan, who was sitting on a wooden chair, smiled.

Beside him, those swordsmen in white clothes clenched their swords tightly, staring at Sword Ray who was flying away.

"Go ahead, this battle has nothing to do with honor or disgrace, it has nothing to do with victory or defeat, it's just that the sword in your heart gets better and better." Mo Yuan raised his hand and spoke softly.

Those sword cultivators who were already impatient rushed out, and Sword Ray collided with Sword Ray who had fled.

Around the Tangshan Sword Sect, the sound of sword chants resounded.

"Is this the Wanjian Guizong you want to show me?" Mo Yuan said softly.

"Master Mo Yuan, what do you think of my ten thousand swords returning to the sect?" A voice sounded behind Mo Yuan.

With Gu Yuanlong under his command, it is not difficult for Han Muye to come to the Tangshan Sword Sect.

Mo Yuan didn't look back, he just sat there, looking forward.

"In the beginning, I spent two hundred years, just want to return to my ancestors with ten thousand swords, and open a way for sword cultivation in the world."

"I did it, but it was also your wake-up call."

"When Gu Yuanlong and the others returned to the East China Sea, they said that you would come to the East China Sea to challenge with Wanjian Guizong. I was thinking, how many times will you be able to cultivate Wanjian Guizong."

Mo Yuan spoke softly.

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

He was also curious at the beginning, which level Mo Yuan had brought Wanjian Guizong to repair.

"I thought about it, but I didn't expect that you would come to see me in this way." Mo Yuan had a smile on his face and slowly got up.

"It is better for one person to cultivate ten thousand swords than ten thousand people to cultivate one sword."

"It is better for ten thousand people to cultivate one sword than ten thousand to cultivate ten thousand swords."

"Thousands of people cultivate ten thousand swords, it is better for all people to have swords."

"I like this gift very much."

Mo Yuan turned around and looked at Han Muye, who was wearing a white robe and carrying a sword box.

On him, the fierce Sword Ray burst out instantly.

At this moment, the loud sound of sword chirping spread through, and the whole world was filled with Sword Qi.

"Come, let me see how far you have cultivated Wanjian Guizong."

Mo Yuan looked at Han Muye and spoke loudly.

Wan Jian returns to the ancestors.

Han Muye let out a long laugh, the Qingming sword unsheathed in his hand.

The sword that was taken from Mo Yuan finally grew into a Magic Treasures sword.

Sword Ray shines, a sword pierces out, thousands of swords sway.

One sword, ten thousand swords!

Mo Yuan laughed, and his figure dissipated in the same place.

When it reappeared, it was already a figure in the sky.

Countless Mo Yuan stood in the sky, with different sword moves in their hands.

One sword, acting as ten thousand swords!

The same sword move has a different performance.

"when--"

The two swords collided, causing thousands of swords to vibrate.

At this moment, in the void, within 10,000 miles, all the swordsmen in the hands of the sword cultivators were unable to exert their strength and let out a cry of sorrow.

Two Sword Rays collided in the void, triggering all swords to sense.

"That's Mo Yuan."

"It took two hundred years of life to create ten thousand swords and return to the ancestors with the body of dying."

"Then, it is Wanjian Guizong."

Countless voices sounded.

At this moment, the masters and apprentices from the Western Border fought, and Wanjian Guizong's swordsmanship was thoroughly displayed in front of everyone.

Mo Yuan is transformed into ten thousand, and Han Muye ten thousand swords is transformed into one.

The sword moves in their hands, none of which is repeated.

East Sea Swordsmanship, Western Xinjiang Swordsmanship, Zhongzhou Swordsmanship, Outer Boundary Swordsmanship...

In the blink of an eye, all the artistic conceptions pursued by swordsmanship are constantly blending.

This is rehearsing the return of ten thousand swords to the ancestors, and it is also demonstrating ten thousand kinds of swordsmanship.

For the first time, Donghai Jianxiu knew that in the world, there are people who have practiced ten thousand kinds of swordsmanship.

For the first time, the swordsmen who were watching knew that there were swordsmanships in the world that surpassed the East China Sea, surpassed Tianxuan, and surpassed their own cognition.

"Master Mo Yuan, I have traveled outside the sky, seen the swordsmanship in the fairy world, experienced the three-day kendo in the fairy world, and I have also been to the Xianxing Island in the Endless Sea to discuss Taoism with the sword cultivators there."

"The world is too big to imagine."

Sword Ray in Han Muye's hand stopped, and all swords became one.

On the opposite side, Mo Yuan's figure also faded away, turning into a figure with a sword in one hand.

The two stood in the air, their faces indifferent.

"Okay, I will also go and see those worlds you mentioned."

Mo Yuan slashed out with a sword and spoke lightly.

Han Muye smiled, the sword in his hand lightly.

"when--"

The two returned to their original positions.

...

Who will win this battle, no one knows.

More people care about the swordsmanship they have seen today, and what Han Muye said, the world is so wide.

The world is so big, I really want to see it.

Jian Xiu's unrestrained nature and the kind of romance engraved in his heart have made countless people look forward to the picture of fighting swords in the sky.

Han Muye never showed up again after the Tangshan Sword Sect fought Mo Yuan.

The prince of Yun Duan took out the harvest of the land of Sangyu, and after comforting all parties, he gathered tens of thousands of sword cultivators, led the strong ones to form an army of 100,000, and returned to Zhongzhou.

These 100,000 sword cultivators have all been based on the universe sword formation trained by Han Muye, and have mastered the formation of sword cores.

In the Land of Celebration, the 100,000 Sword Cultivation Base has been improved, and the combat power has become unimaginable.

When the 100,000 swordsmen landed, the heaven and earth of Zhongzhou shook, and the situation in the southeast was in turmoil.

How to arrange the remaining tens of thousands of sword cultivators, in fact, Han Muye has already decided that he will arrange the tens of thousands of sword cultivators to practice Universe sword formation.

If the Cultivation Base is not enough, use the power of Sword Pill, and if the Cultivation Base is enough, practice on your own.

The formation of these thousands of swords will be Tian Xuan's great power.

Far more than the original sword formation composed of more than 300,000 Dan Xiu.

It's just that tens of millions of sword repairs cost a lot, even the entire Profound Sky couldn't support them for a while, and they needed to accumulate slowly.

The standard swords required by the sword formation and the sword pills needed by the sword formation.

Such massive resources are simply unimaginable.

Even the avatars of the divine beasts in the Qingyou realm were unable to gather so many swords. All the dan cultivators tried to refine the sword pills together, and there was not enough elixir to be used by millions of sword cultivators. the sword Dan.

For the first time, Han Muye felt poor.

——————

East China Sea.

Deep in the land of mulberry.

Among the messy rubble, there are scattered spiritual beads.

Han Muye fled among the rocks, turning a blind eye to all the treasures on the ground.

In front of him, a figure also ran fast.

"Kid Han, let me tell you, this time I discovered a big secret."

Daoist, who was wearing a khaki robe, had a smug look on his face, and led Han Muye forward quickly.

"I found this place when I was with Qingtong. After all, we have to carry people behind our backs, ahem..."

"Qingtong and the others leave the East China Sea, I will wait for you in the land of Sangyu, and take care of the treasures in the land of Sangyu."

"I tell you, if it wasn't for Huang Laoliu's daughter, I would have hidden 80% of the treasures in the land of Sangyu."

Daoist's face was full of pride, but he didn't seem to see the surrounding spirit beads.

Obviously, his net worth is now despised by these spirit beads.

"I found an unimaginable secret in the deepest part of the land of mulberry elm."

Turning to look at Han Muye, Daoist looked solemn: "I found out that the Spirit Armor Monster Clan stole Tianxuan's passage back then."

The spirit armor monster clan stole Tianxuan's passage?

Han Muye was taken aback.

Didn't the spirit armor monsters come from Yu Cang through the space crack?

Seeing Han Muye's expression, Daoist laughed proudly and ran forward with Han Muye.

Keep moving forward, there are more and more gravel, and the vast Monster Qi floats.

Is it really the passage through which the Spirit Armor Monster Race came?

"It's there."

Ahead, Daoist, who stopped in his footsteps, pointed his finger at the gray-black skeleton in the rubble.

This is the skeleton of a spirit-armored monster with a length of hundreds of feet.

Around the dead bones, there are all kinds of scattered body bones.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the skeleton with a smile on his face, looking at Daoist Daoist.

"I said why don't you come by yourself, it turns out that it is the guardian of the great demon soul, you can't get close at all."

His words made Daoist blushed, and he stubbornly said, "I'm not, I'm not, thinking of your master..."

Han Muye chuckled and shook his head, stepping forward.

"Kid Han, be careful—" Daoist didn't finish his words, and a black halo on the skeleton in front of him directly enveloped Han Muye.

"Sure enough, it's Heavenly Devil!" Han Muye sneered, Sword Ray shining in his hand!