Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Why build a sword?

Han Muye knew it from the time he held the hilt.

Sword in hand, sword in heart.

With a sword in his hand, he does not panic.

There is a sword in my heart, no matter what kind of strong enemy he faces, I will cut it with one sword.

Even if the arrows below are as long as rain, as fast as Horacio, the force of gathering is like a cone that breaks the sky.

Even the name of the Horacio Arrow Array resounds throughout the Immortal World and runs amok in the Immortal Domain.

Even if one person uses one sword, he will hit all arrows at once.

Cut out this sword!

Wan Dao Sword Ray collided with the fast-shooting arrow, Sword Ray broke the shadow of the arrow, and then fell straight down.

Not a sword so.

It is the same with all swords!

As a sword cultivator, if every sword ray cut out can't be controlled, what kind of sword do you need to cultivate?

It's just slashing with ten thousand swords, which is a thousand times easier than Han Muye's method of ten thousand swords and Wanfa.

Wan Dao Sword Ray split the Wan Dao long sword in half, and then Sword Ray kept cutting it straight down.

This sword actually fell straight to the top of the arrow formation, smashing the arrow formation into pieces.

If the arrow array shatters, ten thousand Horacio thieves will surely die.

"Royal—"

With a loud shout, the black-armored masked commander in front of the arrow formation jumped up, waving a large spear eight feet into the air in his hand.

One after another blade turned into a thousand cyan long dragons, blocking Sword Ray.

The arrow formation below changed, everyone raised their long bows, and the bowstrings were pulled, causing a thin halo to float in the air.

Horacio's arrow formation can not only attack from a distance, but also defend from close range, which is really good.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the forbidden battle formation, his expression remained the same, but the strength of the sword in his hand was slightly reduced.

"Bam—"

Thousands of swords slashed, the thousand dragons led by Horacio robbers shattered, Sword Ray collided with the long spear in his hand, causing a shock of gold and iron clashing.

A sword.

Thousand swords.

The spear broke.

The Sword Ray of Torrent Normal knocked the Saint Realm powerhouse to the ground, and then slammed down towards the light curtain rising from the arrow formation.

"Bam—"

The light curtain shattered, the Sword Ray exploded, and the longbow in the hands of the Horacio thieves also shattered.

Defense formation, a sword, break it!

In the void, Han Muye held a sword in his hand with a calm expression.

"Unfortunately, I didn't get to see the ten-round salvo of Horacio's arrow formation."

Above his sword edge, there is Senhan.

Below, the Horacio thief commander who was knocked to the ground slowly got up and took off his visor, revealing a face full of vicissitudes and scars.

"I am Chang Linhui, the commander of Horacio's thirty-seventh formation. Let them go, and I will bear all the blame."

His voice just fell, and the battle formation behind him surged with blood, and the phantom of the Horacio leopard with a huge body appeared.

A blue-grey body, covered with golden spots, a long tail and a long waist, and his eyes shone with a bewitching purple divine light.

Horacio leopard phantom growled lowly at Han Muye.

"Don't be Taunt!" Chang Linhui snorted lowly, spread out his hands, and tore off the iron armor on his body.

"I'm down."

Han Muye glanced at him, moved and disappeared in mid-air.

Chang Linhui, who looked up, breathed a sigh of relief, his face turned white at first, then turned red, a mouthful of blood Spit Up, his body softened, and he knelt on the ground.

"Okay, what a powerful swordsman..."

Behind him, a group of Horacio thieves came to help. He waved his hand, shook his head and said, "You go, I said that you will be captured."

Just as the people behind him wanted to persuade him, Chang Linhui shouted violently, "If you don't get out, you're going to die here?"

"The army of the Xuanling Sword Sect is about to arrive, and if they don't leave, they will die!"

The people behind him looked at each other, cupped fist, bowed and retreated, then triggered the arrow formation to split into hundreds of torrents, and flew away.

At this moment, Han Muye had already returned to the attic.

From his departure to his return, it was exactly ten breaths.

"This is the ten breaths you said, Han Dage..." Zhao Chen said in a low voice with a frenzy on his face.

Old Chu, who was behind him, looked at Han Muye again, and his expression was more respectful than solemn.

Standing on the bluestone square, Zhang Zhenbiao raised his head and looked at the reappearing bright sky.

Is the gap between people really that big?

He practiced in the Xuanling Sword Sect for more than 8,300 years, and now he is in the semi-sacred realm of swordsmanship, guarding one side and enjoying himself at ease.

For nearly a thousand years, his Cultivation Base has not had much entry.

This is nothing, Sect has 10,000 years, 100,000 years of semi-sacred.

To this level of Realm, this is the work of water mill.

He thought everyone was like that.

Today, Han Muye's ten breaths made him understand that people are really different.

There was a trace of fighting spirit on him.

"Scattered Fire City, it's time to leave..." With a whisper, he turned around and left slowly.

Ten breaths.

Outside the city, the oppression like the sky dissipated.

Whether it was the immortal cultivators who fled the city or stayed in the city to watch, they all stared wide-eyed and couldn't believe it.

A Horacio thief battle formation collapsed like this, within ten breaths!

The dazzling Sword Ray raged, breaking through the arrow formation and defeating the Horacio thief head-on.

Is this the true strength of Xuanling Sword Sect?

It's really a kendo master, a Totem from the Immortal World.

This sword, this ten breaths, is the means to truly show a large family.

After today, the power of the Xuanling Sword Sect will be engraved in everyone's heart.

As for the strong swordsman, it is enough to know that he is a member of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

A big power like the Xuanling Sword Sect, maybe any master can sweep the world-famous Horacio thief?

"Ten breaths are ten breaths, it's really fucking amazing!" A big man with a big sword on his back was full of admiration, clapping his hands and shouting.

"Take it, this is what Jian Xiu looks like!" An old man covered in fireworks and a little disheveled looked at the sky that was no longer turbulent and muttered to himself.

In the whole city, there are voices of emotion.

One after another invisible force floated in the void, and then was restrained by another force.

This is the best resource for cultivating the power of the soul.

Han Muye is not polite.

"boom--"

In the void, there was a roaring sound.

A quarter of an hour later, hundreds of Sword Rays descended from mid-air, and then scattered throughout the city.

The city gates, city walls, and several large refining furnaces were all suppressed by Sword Ray.

"Om-"

In the void, Sword Ray rose up and turned into a phantom of a long sword.

The sword formation was formed, and the immortal cultivators in the entire Scattered Fire City breathed a sigh of relief, with a sense of rebirth after a catastrophe.

Half a day later, a Sword Ray streaked across the sky, carrying a thousand-meter phantom, and blasted directly into the city square of Scattered Fire City. Sword Ray fell, and a powerful force enveloped Norman.

This is a top kendo powerhouse, and this Sword Ray has been able to suppress the power of heaven and earth.

A quarter of an hour later, a loud shout resounded through the heavens and the earth, causing the roar of thousands of miles: "Horacio's robbery and attack on Sanhuo City is the Taunt of my Xuanling Sword Sect."

"Xiong Ke, the elder Xiong Ke, the deity Xuanling Jianzong Town Xuandian, issued an expedition order to exterminate all Horacio thieves in the Fuliao Wasteland."

An eight-story sword tower floated in the air, and Sword Ray swayed on it, oscillating toward the surrounding void.

The Xuanling Sword Sect sent out a mission to exterminate the Horacio thieves!

Although all the cultivators in Sanhuo City knew that the Xuanling Sword Sect would definitely revenge, it was unexpected for such a brutal and direct attack.

Moreover, a deacon elder dared to issue an order to conquer the powerful Horacio thief. The Xuanling Sword Sect did not take Horacio thief seriously at all.

There were all kinds of chaotic discussions in the city, but more people were relieved.

An unknown powerhouse from the Xuanling Sword Sect can break through the great formation of ten thousand cavalry, and now a deacon elder is coming, of course, to confront the Horacio thieves scattered in the Fuliao wasteland.

The Xuanling Sword Sect guarded the station, and the pale Zhang Zhenbiao bowed and stood there.

In front of him is a black-bearded old man wearing a black robe and carrying a cyan long sword.

The old man's eyebrows were like swords, and there seemed to be Sword Ray surging in his eyes.

On both sides of the hall, the figures were tall and straight, and the sword cultivators intertwined with Sword intent stood still.

At the bottom of the hall, Peng Mingdaojun, who was stunned and trembling, sat on his knees on the ground, shivering.

"Elder, the trial disciple of this sect that Senior Brother Zhang mentioned has left the teleportation array that has just been repaired."

"Just a quarter of an hour ago, along with him were Zuo Baichou from Wanshen Trading Company and Zhao Chen from Jujin Trading Company."

A middle-aged sword cultivator wearing half-body iron armor and carrying three long swords strode in from the outside, reporting to the old man cupped fist above.

Hearing his words, the black-bearded old man frowned.

Zhang Zhenbiao, who was below, lowered his head, his eyes moved, and a hint of joy flashed.

"Zhang Zhenbiao." The old man on top spoke in a low voice with his eyes like electricity.

"Elder, the disciple is here." Zhang Zhenbiao bowed.

Xiong Ke is the Supreme powerhouse at the pinnacle of human beings and the Elder of Zhenxuan Hall.

But he, Zhang Zhenbiao, was born in the Hall of Desolation, and was not under the command of Xiong Ke.

Today's respect is to respect him for coming to the rescue and to respect his elder status.

"The disciples of this sect were killed and injured, the Earth Fire of Scattered Fire City dissipated, and the whole city suffered losses. As a guarding disciple, you are responsible." In Xiong Ke's voice, there was indifference.

Zhang Zhenbiao didn't argue, he just lowered his head and didn't speak.

If he really Punishment him, as early as when Peng Mingdaojun was searching for the soul, the elder would have shot.

Now, Han Muye has left again, and even if he wants to suppress him, there is no reason.

really.

"Although the guilt is unavoidable, your credit is not small." There was a hint of gentleness in Xiong Ke's voice.

"One hundred soaring tiger guards, twenty scorching fires, nine dead insects, and Horacio thieves inside and outside the city," Xiong Ke shook his head, his voice showing emotion: "This kind of situation, even the old man can't think of it, how can you protect the city? ."

His words made the surrounding Sword Sect disciples show a trace of admiration and looked at Zhang Zhenbiao.

Judging from the news they inquired about, Zhang Zhenbiao was seriously injured, and he fought desperately several times, and he even wanted to return with the city.

The duty of defending the soil, he did it.

Moreover, in such a dangerous situation, Zhang Zhenbiao is also capable of keeping it from collapsing.

"The elder is wrong, the disciple relies on the majesty of the Sect, and it is the general trend of my sword sect."

Zhang Zhenbiao raised his head with a righteous look on his face.

"Also, Brother Han is also a disciple of my Sword Sect. His shot is the proof that my Sword Sect is prosperous and that there are countless strong people."

Beautifully spoken.

Whether it is the righteousness of Sect, or the identity of Han Muye, they are all on the side of Sect.

As expected of the disciple who guards the side.

Xiong Ke nodded with a smile on his face: "The disciple surnamed Han doesn't have the official status of Sect yet, so it's better to put the credit on you."

"A Horacio thief leader, hundreds of Horacio thieves, and the credits of those Soaring Tiger Guards are enough for you to redeem the merits and go straight to the Juggernaut."

This is great work.

The surrounding disciples all looked envious.

As long as Han Muye's credit is erased, everything is Zhang Zhenbiao's.

Zhang Zhenbiao also flashed a trace of Covet in his eyes, then shook his head.

"Elder, it should be Brother Han's credit, I will never deny it."

Hearing his words, Xiong Ke's face sank: "You can think clearly, without great merit, your guilt is not small."

Zhang Zhenbiao laughed, cupped his hands, and said aloud: "Elder, don't worry, when my senior brother from the Zhenhuang Temple arrives, I will relieve my guard duty and go to the Zhenhuang Temple station to receive the punishment."

After speaking, he bowed slightly: "The disciple is injured, so go to heal first."

He turned around and walked away.

The expression on Xiong Ke's face, who was standing there, changed.

Several disciples glanced at each other, and someone sent Peng Mingdaojun, who was slumped to the ground, out.

"Elder, why do you want to obliterate the credit of that disciple surnamed Han?" The middle-aged Jianxiu who just stepped forward to report to him looked around and asked in a low voice.

Others are also curious.

They have probed the city and asked for information.

That disciple of the Sword Sect surnamed Han was so powerful that he broke the enemy with one sword, and there were rumors about him in the entire Scattered Fire City.

Such a character can also greatly increase the prestige of Jianzong.

What's more, as long as this person becomes a formal disciple, he will inevitably grow into an elite in the sect.

"What do you know?" Xiong Ke said with a gloomy expression on his face, "This person is close to Zhang Zhenbiao and becomes an official disciple, and he will also join the Desolation Hall."

"Now my Zhenxuan Hall and several hall masters of Zhenhuang Hall are not on good terms, how can we increase the elite powerhouses of Zhenhuang Hall?"

His words made everyone froze.

Xiong Ke waved his hand, shook his head and said, "You don't need to worry about this matter. The matter of this Fire City will always spread out. Zhang Zhenbiao's credit cannot escape, nor can he get rid of his guilt."

"As for the disciple surnamed Han, if he can't become a disciple of my Sword Sect..."

...

At this time, Han Muye, who was talking about everywhere in Scattered Fire City, had passed through the teleportation array and quietly came to Yunlu City.

He didn't want to meet the Xuanling Sword Sect powerhouse, he just didn't want to be too troublesome.

"Brother Han, I'm going to find a strong swordsman who is familiar with my Wanshen firm," Zuo Baichou cupped fist and whispered to Han Muye: "This time, Wanshen firm has to carry some troubles on my back. Black pot."

The red sandalwood stone pith was brought by Zuo Baichou, so it's fine without a thorough investigation.

Zuo Baichou had to rush up and down to clean up his own business before Xuanling Sword Sect could take action.

Bankruptcy and disaster relief, this matter is already accustomed to business people.

"Brother Han, you'd better decide your identity as soon as possible, so that you don't have too many dreams at night." Zuo Baichou said softly to Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and said, "Okay, I'll go to the Trial Hall to determine my identity."

When Zuo Baichou left, Han Muye, Zhao Chen, Du Sanzhen and others did not stop, and went straight to the Great Hall of the trial in Yunlu City.

It was the first time for Du Sanzhen and the others to come to Yunlu City. Looking at the surrounding lofts and the magnificent Great Halls, their eyes were full of golden light.

"This is what the big city looks like with Immortal World!" An old man following Du Sanzhen sighed softly.

Yunlu City is 80 million miles away from Qingyun Town, and most of the immortal cultivators there have never been there.

The Fuliao wasteland is difficult to cross, and the teleportation array is too expensive.

Bluestone slabs, golden pavilions, in the center of Yunlu City, there are many Great Halls.

These Great Halls are the properties of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

"That's the Trial Hall of the Sword Sect." He stretched his finger to the Third Stage Great Hall in front of him, Zhao Chen's face showed a hint of excitement, and he turned and bowed to Han Muye.

"Zhao Chen congratulates Han Dage soaring into the sky!"

Du Sanzhen and the others hurriedly bowed and whispered, "Congratulations, Young Master, soaring into the sky!"

As long as Han Muye steps into the Great Hall and passes the trial, he will have the status of an official disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

With this status, he can really stand his ground in the Immortal World.

Han Muye nodded slightly with a smile on his face.