Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

"Today, I, Su Yuan, dare to use Liaoyuan, and I don't care about his life or death."

In the distance, Qingpao Daoist volleyed into the sky, Sword Ray in his hand overturned with flames that filled the sky.

This is the last memory on this burnt and damaged sword.

If you display a prairie fire, will you have the worry of life and death?

Han Muye was a little puzzled.

Liaoyuan Swordsmanship is the Fire Vein Secret Technique, why can't it be used?

There are too many swords in the pavilion today, he didn't have time to think about it, he just checked it a little and then accepted it into the pavilion.

After Zhanjiantang sent the swords to collect them, he looked at a group of swordsmen disciples in black robes.

The red robe is for joy, and the black robe is for mourning.

Thirty-one disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect lost their lives, and there were only less than ten swords that could be recovered.

"Inner disciple Tao He took the task of destroying the demon and unfortunately died. Today, the sword is returned to the sword pavilion."

Wearing a black robe, the middle-aged man with a severed sword in his hand stepped forward with a solemn expression.

The sword is broken, the blade is incomplete.

After Han Muye checked it, he put it away solemnly.

Life is like dust, only this broken sword can testify that he once ran wild with swords in this world.

Even if it is just an ordinary disciple, it should be respected for being fearless.

"Inner discciple Luo Tian, ​​the leader of the team completed the mission of destroying the demon. Unfortunately, he died, and the sword was returned to the sword pavilion."

Luo Tian?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and reached for the broken sword.

"Wait a minute—"

There were shouts in the distance.

"My son's sword is not led by the Jiange, and this sword does not need to be sent to the Jiange."

A Pentecostal old man wearing a navy blue robe and red eyes rushed over, reaching out and grabbing the sword in Han Muye's hand.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and held the hilt of the broken sword lightly in his hand.

"Thorn-"

The broken sword was unsheathed, mottled with rust on it, and the fracture was stained with blood.

Seeing that the sword was so broken, the old man had a pain on his face and looked up at Han Muye: "This sword was not taken from the sword pavilion, it is my son's relic, I want to take it with me."

Han Muye didn't speak.

Holding the hilt in his hand, a series of pictures flashed in his mind.

"Brother Luo, I heard that my nephew doesn't have a good sword in his hand, and I just gave him the saber that I don't need." A Daoist wearing a green robe and three short beards held a clear long sword in his hand, and said lightly.

"Senior Brother Qin, this is not good, after all, you are wearing the sword." The person speaking in the picture is the old man in green robe in front of him.

"Brother Luo, what did you say? You and I, Jinmu, have a close relationship, and I have no children in Qinlin. This sword is passed on to outsiders. It's better to send it to nephew Luo Tian."

Qin Lin.

Jiu Xuan Jianmen Wood Vein Elder.

...

The screen changes, and the long sword is in the hands of Luo Tian, ​​the inner discipline of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect.

Luo Tian practiced swordsmanship with this sword and smiled happily.

The team leader went down the mountain to destroy the demons. Luo Tian led the team. Among the dozens of people in the team, there were even elite disciples who were ranked 300 in the Inner Sect.

They searched everywhere and found traces of the demon clan. Luo Tian killed a snow-white demon fox with his own hands.

Demon Fox!

Just as Han Muye was about to take a closer look at the scene, the old man in green robe standing in front of him was already impatient, raised his head and looked at the third floor of the Jiange Pavilion.

"Elder Gao, Luo Yisheng begs to take my son's relics!"

Luo Yisheng cupped fist with both hands and shouted.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound on the third floor, Luo Yisheng's face turned into anger, and he shouted in a low voice: "Gao Changgong, you and I have been friends for decades, don't you give me this face?"

Han Muye held the broken sword in his hand, his expression unchanged.

If the Elder didn't speak up, he wouldn't hand over the sword to Luo Yisheng.

In front of the sword pavilion, the atmosphere was solemn.

Luo Yisheng's complexion changed, finally turning into sadness, looking at the sword in Han Muye's hand.

"Brother Gao, Luo Tian is my son-in-law, this sword is his only relic..."

Above the sword pavilion, a faint response came: "Take it."

Han Muye reached out and handed the Broken Sword.

A flash of gratitude flashed across Luo Yisheng's face, he nodded, holding the sword in both hands, turned and left, staggering. Han Muye watched him leave, and there was a glint in his eyes.

Some of the swords in the back are broken and some are damaged. When the sword pavilion is retracted, it can only be reported for damage and then smelted.

After all the swords were recorded, Han Muye made a record and checked the swords again.

"The sixth brother won't run away with the sixth sister-in-law..."

At the door, Lu Gao muttered in a low voice.

Han Muye laughed dumbly.

Not to mention, if Huang Laoliu eloped with Lu Qingping, it would be the best outcome.

After all, the Qingfengguan where Lu Qingping is located also betrayed Jiuxuan Jianmen, and I don't know when it will happen.

At that time, both Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping were difficult to do.

"The strong place of the Jiange, not, not, not the Sect Leader..." Han Muye was stunned by Lu Gao's voice in front of the door of the Jiange.

"You know Ben Zong?"

"Stay well, the sword pavilion is the center of my sword gate."

A warm voice sounded, and when Han Muye stood up, a thin Daoist wearing a purple robe and a golden crown was standing in front of him.

"Are you the disciple of the Sword Pavilion chosen by Senior Brother Gao?"

"good."

Daoist glanced at Han Muye, nodded with a chuckle, and strode upstairs.

At this moment, Han Muye felt that his entire body was about to explode!

On him, Sword Qi was about to fly out uncontrollably.

What sword bone, what Sword Qi, the Cultivation Base of ascetic cultivation, in front of this eye, it is like thin paper!

"Om-"

The Sword intent in Qi Sea vibrated, and the long swords infused with Sword Qi on the first floor of the sword pavilion responded, causing the Sword Qi on Han Muye to slowly end.

In the tendons, all the broken Sword Qi turned into nothingness.

At a glance, Han Muye almost broke the Meridians and collapsed!

This is the real powerhouse!

Han Muye, who had a chill on his back, slowly sat back on the long desk, his hands and feet were a little weak.

Nine Profound Sword Gate Sect Leader Kanazawa.

Known as Jinyihuashui.

Situation Golden Core period Cultivation Base, Xiu Jinshui two veins swordsmanship, the top powerhouse of the three hundred years of the Western Xinjiang.

After sitting at the long desk, a wry smile appeared on Han Muye's face, and his expression slowly turned serious.

Today, he just felt the importance of cultivation and strength.

In Suzhenlou, he thought that the choice of own was very important and could even affect the overall situation of Sect.

But when standing in front of Tuoba Cheng, he was beaten to the head.

Tuoba became a Sword Intent soaring into the sky. Thirty-six ferocious tigers were phantoms with him. One person overwhelmed eighty-three Sects and no one dared to raise their heads. This was the real power.

When he returned to Jiange, the elder of Jiange told him that with his strength, he could not even hold a mid-grade spiritual weapon level long sword.

The resentment in that sword can make his soul collapse.

And just now, a look from Jin Ze, the cultivator of the Golden Core, the Sect Leader of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, almost broke his muscles.

This is the world of overhauling practitioners!

The random glances of these people, the understatement of waving, is the landslide, the reversal of mountains and rivers, and the star falling like rain!

It turns out that cultivation can be so enjoyable!

Step on the height of Nine Heavens, and look down on all things!

Gently open the palm, the Sword intent in the Han Muye Qi Sea vibrated, and the swords in the entire first floor of the sword pavilion vibrated.

"No wonder the swordsman is willing to practice for a lifetime to exchange for the Heavenly Realm of Hundred Breaths."

"Heavenly realm, after all, it is heavenly realm."

"How can mortals understand the loneliness above the Nine Heavens?"

Opening his eyes, Han Muye's eyes flashed endlessly.

"I, Han Muye, will also set foot in the heavens!"

"Even if it's only a hundred breaths!"

As if sensing his intentions, the Sword Qi on the long swords in the sword pavilion seemed to be diffused.

"Han Muye, come up."

The voice of the Jiange Elder suddenly sounded.

Han Muye stood up, straightened his clothes, and strode up the stairs.