Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

The record on this half volume of swordsmanship is rather simple, refining a sword of at least the level of a spiritual weapon, and then relying entirely on this sword, Qi, blood, spirit, and even Spiritual Qi are used to warm and nourish this sword.

This is a real man and sword.

The advantage is that it can quickly improve practice and combat power.

The disadvantage is that the sword is in the man, and the sword is dead and the man is dead.

There is only a half-scroll sword, and the second half of the long sword of how to make the magic weapon does not exist.

Such a sword technique would be difficult to deduce later.

Unless, take back that half of the sword art.

This matter, I am afraid it is not much easier than deducing the sword art.

Putting back the sword, Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

The Jiange Elder explained in the middle of the Jade Slip that once he died and the Jiange vibrated, he would quickly go to the place where the Nine Profound Sword suppressed him.

After communicating with the Nine Profound Sword by means of raising the sword, with the power of the Jiange formation to protect the body, one can borrow the power of the Nine Profound Sword within a hundred feet of the sword pavilion.

Only in this way can you ensure your own safety.

Even Jiuxuan Mountain is not a good place.

How can it be a good place to be one of the nine major factions in Western Xinjiang.

Turning his head to look at the three-handed sword on the wooden frame, a gleam of light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.

There is no Xuanyang sword in the world.

This is what Jiange Elder said.

What that means, Han Muye has not yet figured out.

The broken beam of the sword was the reason for the Tailing Sword Sect to besiege Su Yuan, the Fire Vein Elder.

Han Muye wants to send this sword, and the Elder of the sword pavilion will return.

But this is not possible.

No one will agree.

That somewhat strange sword, the sword pavilion elder explained.

If he doesn't come back, he will send the sword back to the first floor of the sword pavilion.

The blood and spirit of the demon clan contaminated in this sword can appease the big demon suppressed by the Nine Profound Sword.

When Han Muye's spirit condensed out of his sword, did he have the qualification to not be hurt by that big demon.

Looking at the three-handed swords, Han Muye reached for the hilt of the sheathed long sword.

Why does Jiange Elder say that there is no Xuanyang sword in the world?

"The sword pavilion is important, and non-leading sword disciples are not allowed to enter."

Downstairs, Lu Gao's voice came from the gate of Jiange.

someone coming?

Han Muye withdrew his hand, straightened his clothes, and walked down the third floor.

"This senior brother, we are here to lead the sword."

At the gate of Jiange, a voice sounded, a little hoarse, Han Muye seemed to have heard it somewhere.

"How come I haven't seen the Outer Sect clothes." Lu Gao's voice increased a little, and he shouted, "Don't pretend to be someone from the Outer Sect?"

Foreign sect?

impersonating?

Han Muye was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his face changed drastically.

Qin Yuanhe!

That hoarse voice was Qin Yuanhe!

Tailingjian Sect Qin Yuanhe!

"Zhaozi is so clever, so let's dig it." A cold voice sounded in front of the Jiange door.

"Lou Dage be careful!"

Han Muye rushed downstairs with a single stride.

When he rushed to the first floor and stepped out of the sword pavilion, the scene in front of him made his entire body in an instant mess.

On the stone steps in front of the Jiange gate, Lu Gao's face was full of blood, his eyes were only empty, and his hands were tightly grasping the door frame.

In front of the stone steps, two people in green robes stood side by side, and one of them had blood on his fingertips.

"Brother Han, hurry up, hurry up, I'll guard this door." Lu Gao gritted his teeth and roared, his arms fluttering.

The position of his eyes is bleeding!

Han Muye only felt that his whole body was about to explode. He stretched out his hand to support Lu Gao's arm and clenched it tightly: "Lu Dage, I am here."

Lu Gao grinned, trying to break free from his palm: "Brother Han, I'll guard."

Han Muye turned his head, gritted his teeth, and looked at the two people under the stone steps.

"Qin Yuanhe, you are here, courting death."

On him, Sword Qi and Sword intent are intertwined.

Behind, the golden light flashing on the sword pavilion began to vibrate.

"know?"

"Junior Brother Qin, you have quite a few acquaintances in Jiuxuan Jianmen. Wasn't it Zhou Yan that Brother Ge killed last time?"

"This one, why don't you do it yourself?"

The man in green robe with blood on his hands looked up at Han Muye and sneered. Beside him, Qin Yuanhe, who was also wearing the robe of the Outer Sect disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, with a long cloth bag on his back, his expression changed, and he stared at Han Muye and said in a low voice, "Is it you?"

"boom--"

There was a roar at the top of Jiuxuan Mountain.

Then one after another halo rose.

The dense golden halo outside the sword pavilion vibrated and seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.

"Don't linger, the dead man over there has already attacked the spiritual ground, and there is not much time left for us." Qin Yuanhe's side of the Qingpao man snorted lowly.

Hearing his words, Qin Yuanhe moved, turned around and left!

Not rushing into the sword pavilion, but turning around and running away!

The Qingpao man's expression changed, and just as he was about to scold, he glanced at Han Muye in front of the sword pavilion raising his hand.

"Thorn-"

A Sword Ray flew out and turned into a mournful crescent moon!

Flying Sword.

magic weapon.

Sword intent.

Is there such a person in the sword pavilion?

Didn't Brother Ge say that all obstacles have been removed?

In the sword pavilion, how could there be a strong man who condenses Sword intent, the Flying Sword of the envoy?

This was his last thought.

Sword Ray slid across his neck, bringing with him a gushing blood.

Anyone who dares to hurt Lu Gao, Han Muye will kill him.

Qin Yuanhe, who ran out of ten feet, stopped.

A small sword with a ruler length hangs quietly in front of him.

"I didn't expect you to be in this sword pavilion."

"It's true that people are not as good as gods..."

Qin Yuanhe stretched out his hand, held the cloth bag behind him, and slowly pulled it out.

It was a pale long sword.

The white bone is the handle, and the white bone is the blade.

Qin Yuanhe's figure disappeared.

Pale Sword Ray appeared from Han Muye's left.

"Thorn-"

The Crescent Moon Sword blocked the pale white blade, then shook, and quickly retreated.

Qin Yuanhe, holding a white bone sword, appeared under the nine stone steps, pointing his long sword in front of him.

"It's really amazing, I can even calculate the position of the falling sword of my lore sword."

"Otherwise, you would have died under my fox bone sword just now."

Qin Yuanhe looked at Han Muye, his eyes fell on the crescent moon.

"The swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect? Who are you?"

Han Muye didn't answer his words, but looked at Qin Yuanhe's sword.

"Mid-grade Spirit Artifact?"

A sword knocked back his small sword, and scattered him with a Sword intent, at least a mid-grade spiritual weapon.

"Spiritual tool? You can say that." Qin Yuanhe laughed and regained his figure.

His figure disappeared like a breeze, and he reappeared, already one step away from Han Muye's side.

There was a sadness on the body of the White Bone Sword, which almost instantly froze Han Muye's soul, making his entire body almost completely stiff.

This is the suppression of the soul from a powerful spiritual tool!

The pale Sword Ray stabbed Han Muye in the chest.

This sword is tyrannical to the extreme!

Looking at the approaching long sword, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing Han Muye waiting to die, Qin Yuanhe showed joy on his face, and the bone sword was one point faster.

The last time Han Muye was in control of the three sword intents, he felt a chill in his heart, and he didn't even dare to take back his sword.

This time, it's different!

The sword's edge advanced, and it was already three inches in front of Han Muye's chest.

At this moment, Han Muye opened his eyes suddenly and whispered in his mouth.

"Clear kill?"

Before Qin Yuanhe understood what he meant, he felt a pain under his left rib cage, and a Sword intent exploded between his chest and abdomen, shattering his Qi Sea and Dantian, and the arm that originally held the sword disappeared instantly. strength.

The Spiritual Qi on him suddenly dissipated, his body softened, and he fell in front of the stone steps.

On Han Muye's left hand, blood dripped from the edge of the dagger.

left hand.

Reverse the trend.

In the distance, one after another silhouettes galloped towards them.

The golden light flashed on the sword pavilion.