Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

In the next instant, he had already sensed that these Sword Qi were all gathered in an empty and illusory space.

This space is indeed in his heart.

Sword Qi is in his heart, is he really dying?

Thoughts moved, those Sword Qi moved slightly.

Han Muye could feel the emotions, grievances, coming from these Sword Qi.

Sword Qi, are you emotional?

Wronged?

Could it be that these Sword Qi wanted to tell themselves that it had nothing to do with them whether they could live more than three months?

Sure enough, with Han Muye's thoughts, those Sword Qi were shaken again.

So spiritual!

Han Muye sighed softly in his heart.

As if feeling his admiration, those Sword Qi jumped up and down, as if they were cheerful.

As soon as Sword Qi moved, Han Muye could feel his body and limbs surging with power.

A trace of Sword Qi passed through the illusory space, walking through his body Meridians.

The fiery red Sword Qi brought scorching heat, making him feel warm all over, while the earthy Sword Qi made his muscles and bones feel inexhaustible strength.

The cyan Sword Qi seemed to be able to motivate his body to grow, and the Sword Qi, which was as cold as water vapor, wandered in his body, calming his mind.

Are these Sword Qi really hurting themselves?

Han Muye got up slowly and looked at the surrounding wooden frame.

At this moment, he seemed to see every sword calling to him.

Every sword here seems to be close to him.

How could such a Sword Qi hurt himself?

As soon as his mind moved, the empty and illusory space dissipated, and all the Sword Qi in his body came together like a trickling stream.

"Kid Han, in two days, go to the Inner Sect to find a Cultivation Technique." From the wooden frame in front of him, Huang Laoliu's voice came.

"Perhaps, it can make you live longer."

Cultivation Technique?

Han Muye nodded.

Indeed, he now needs a Cultivation Technique.

Moreover, he needs to supplement all kinds of common sense in the practice world.

"Sixth brother, I heard from Coach Lin yesterday that my Nine Profound Sword Sect has a Heavenly Realm powerhouse in charge?"

"That old ancestor, is it a powerhouse in the realm of heaven?"

Heaven, what is it like?

"Fuck, he put gold on Jiu Xuan Jianmen's face." Huang Lao Liu sighed in disgust.

"My Nine Profound Sword Sect, I don't have a Nascent Soul Realm."

Nascent Soul Realm is the first layer of Heaven Realm. Without Nascent Soul, where would Heaven Realm come from?

Is Coach Lin really talking nonsense?

But seeing him yesterday, he is a simple and honest man.

"Don't mention my Nine Profound Sword Sect, there are only three Nascent Soul ancestors in the Western Border."

Huang Lao Liu snorted.

There are only three heavenly realms in the Western Border?

Han Muye also thought that the world is full of heaven and earth, and the situation is not as good as a dog.

Yesterday, I was inspired by Coach Lin, and I felt that the Nine Profound Sword Sect was so tyrannical. It turned out that it was just like that.

Huang Lao Liu's voice came again: "But that guy is not lying to you."

"Although I don't have the Heavenly Realm in the Nine Profound Sword Sect, there are several Golden Cores with great perfection, Half Step Nascent Soul, plus the power of the Nine Profound Sword on the third floor of the Jiange Pavilion, they can fight against the Heavenly Realm without being defeated."

Speaking of this, Huang Laoliu stuck his head out from the wooden frame and said in a low voice, "There is a divine sword on the third floor of the sword pavilion. With this sword, the heaven can be fought."

In the sword pavilion, is there such a treasure?

Han Muye's expression changed.

"Those treasures are not easy to use."

"Jiange Guanjian will not die for a period of time, and the uncast Sword Qi will be condensed all over the body, so that this sword can be activated."

Speaking of this, Huang Laoliu's face was slightly dim, but there was a hint of heroism: "Within a hundred breaths, you can fight the heavens."

"After 100 breaths, the Sword Qi is exhausted all over the body. To condense it, it will take another Jiazi."

One more time?

Han Muye knew in his heart that it was impossible.

When Sword Qi is exhausted, it is equivalent to dissipating all the strength of the body and turning into an ordinary person. How could it be possible to live another life?

Even if he can live for another 10 years, I am afraid that he will not be able to condense such a Sword Qi.

That is to say, the swordsman in the sword pavilion will only be able to reach the Heaven of Hundred Breaths after a year, ten years, and a period of time. For a period of time, he will fight for the glory of this hundred breaths.

Looking at Huang Lao Liu in front of him, seeing his expression, Han Muye said softly, "Brother Liu came to Jiange for this reason?"

Huang Laoliu was shocked, and then nodded lightly.

"Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm."

"I once boasted in front of people that I will reach the heaven in this life."

"Even if it is Hundred Interests, that's the realm of heaven, isn't it?"

Huang Lao Liu laughed, lowered his head, turned around and wiped the long sword.

Is it worth it to cultivate for a lifetime?

Han Muye looked at Huang Laoliu's back and did not speak.

In life, there should always be some pursuits, right?

Then, when you come to this world, what are you asking for?

Turning his head, he saw the swords on the wooden frame in front of him.

Each of these swords seems to be calling him.

sword?

sword!

In Han Muye's mind, the image of Tao Ran's ancestor slashing a prairie with a sword.

Come here to practice the world, isn't it just to master such power?

With a long sword in hand, this side is not in vain!

For a time, Han Muye only felt that his body was full of power.

Sword Qi in the body surged instantly, as if to rush out of the body.

The entire first floor of the sword pavilion, 30,000 swords, all made a faint sound of vibration.

Huang Laoliu held the trembling long sword in his hand with a hint of doubt on his face, and looked up at the second floor.

"Is this ancestor refining the Nine Profound Sword?"

...

Han Muye didn't go to rest, but picked up the sackcloth and wiped the swords again.

At this time, he could feel the joy on every sword he started.

Gently stroked the long sword, he could still feel a hint of shyness from the sword's edge.

As if being touched gently by a loved one.

Unconsciously, a trace of breath penetrated Han Muye's body.

And in his illusory space, there are also traces of Sword Qi, which follow his palm and pour into the long sword in his hand.

At this moment, Han Muye could feel the tremor from the long sword in his hand.

It was like an indescribable joy.

dual cultivation?

These two words flashed in Han Muye's mind.

As soon as the word appeared, the swords in the entire first floor of the sword pavilion shook.

Huang Laoliu had a dazed look on his face, and muttered, "What happened to the ancestor? Did you eat the Dabu Dan?"

...

After wiping three thousand swords a day, Sword Qi struck, Huang Laoliu's face was pale, his body was shaky, he took a few sips of wine and went to sleep.

Han Muye lay on the wooden couch with his eyes closed, his mind fell into the emptiness and illusion, watching the countless Sword Qi intertwined in it.

Because watching Huang Lao Liu was too tired, Han Muye wiped a lot of long swords.

On this day, he harvested nearly 2,000 Sword Qi.

Several of them are thick and thick, one-tenth of the purple flame sword.

At this moment, the two thousand Sword Qi wandered in the illusory space, and seemed to be extremely happy.

Apart from these Sword Qi, Han Muye has also learned a lot of swordsmanship.

Thirty-one types of Xuanyuan swordsmanship.

Thirteen types of one profound swordsmanship.

Two Profound Swordsmanship Three.

A kind of Three Profound Swordsmanship.

As for the Three Profounds, there is only the Five Profound Swordsmanship, Liaoyuan.

enough!

The Five Profound Swordsmanship, equivalent to the Golden Core realm ancestor, can display its power.

He has already mastered this kind of swordsmanship early, but he is still not satisfied?

Lying on the wooden couch, Han Muye grinned lightly.

Wearing a Sword Qi and mastering dozens of swordsmanship, do you count yourself as a swordsman?