Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

I don't want to die.

Strangely, Han Muye had this idea in his mind when he looked at that beautiful face.

His figure was fixed in place, unable to move a bit, and his whole heart seemed to be split.

One, bound by a strange force, had to stare into the female cultivator's eyes.

The other one, circling in my mind, is trying my best to mobilize the Sword Qi Sword intent in Qi Sea and Dantian, wanting to fight to the death.

Han Muye didn't speak, and the nun smiled even more.

"No wonder the person selected by the Nine Profound Sword is really capable. At least this kind of concentration, few people in the sword pavilion can do it."

The female cultivator raised her hand and gently climbed over Han Muye's shoulder, followed his cheek, stroked the top of his head, and then lightly clasped the small bronze sword he had inserted in his hair.

"Om-"

The little sword shook and shook the female cultivator's palm away.

The nun showed surprise for the first time on her face.

Instead, she chuckled.

"Okay, okay, you are not under my control, I can control him." As the words fell, she raised the bright three-inch sword in her hand and pierced Han Muye's eyebrows.

Sword Ray turned into a light cocoon and wrapped Han Muye, and the female cultivator's body also dissipated.

surrender.

A thought of wanting to bow down and kneel appeared in Han Muye's heart.

This female cultivator is absolutely beautiful, and she should protect her for the rest of her life.

This thought took root in an instant and grew into a towering tree in his heart.

"Hey, I'm still cultivating sword bones. It just so happens that my demon bone is similar to the method of condensing sword bones, so it's cheaper for you."

The nun's gentle voice resounded in Han Muye's mind.

Then he only felt the stinging pain that the marrow of his body was about to be pulled away, his mind was shaking, his legs and feet were weak, and he wanted to kneel.

All of this is the feedback of the god at the center of the body.

But at this time, he was another Dao heart god, but he watched and waited soberly.

One after another, the blue and white breath permeated his body, making his originally jade-colored bones add a layer of aura.

Spiritual light gathered, and at his back, a section of the spine turned into a misty white jade.

In his mind, the figure of the female cultivator appeared.

"Submit to me and take out the Nine Profound Sword that suppressed my body." In her mind, the female cultivator's voice revealed endless charm.

Han Muye's spirit seemed to give in unconditionally and agreed.

It's now!

The spirit that he was watching fell directly.

Han Muye, who was originally motionless, was shocked, and all the Sword Qi Sword intents in Qi Sea and Dantian burst open.

"Om-"

At this moment, around him, Sword Qi condensed into a jade of light and shadow!

Taking Sword intent as the screen, eliminates all Spiritual Qi perception.

In his mind, the figure of the female nun stared with wide eyes.

"You cut off the induction between me and the body?"

"Just how long can you suppress me with your Cultivation Base?"

With a playful look on her face, the nun raised her hand and pointed to the nothingness in front of her.

"Just your fragile soul, do you want to die directly and become a living dead?"

Originally, there were eight Sword intents in Han Muye Qi Sea.

There are also nearly 10,000 Sword Qi condensed in Qi Sea.

Just now at the gate of Jiange, he killed the Tailing Sword Sect and consumed a Sword Intent.

Fighting with Qin Yuanhe, consumes two Sword intents.

At this moment, the remaining five Sword intents and tens of thousands of scattered Sword Qi all exploded at once.

His divine soul simply cannot mobilize such a powerful force.

Just like the sword watcher who cultivates the sword technique can only mobilize the power of the Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm, Han Muye can mobilize these Sword Qi Sword intents at this time, no more than ten breaths.

After ten breaths, his soul collapsed, and even if he did not die, his soul would turn into nothingness, and he would become an inanimate living dead.

"Alright, when your spirit dissipates, I will occupy this body and refine it into an incarnation."

"At that time, the main body will disappear, and the incarnation will control the Nine Profound Sword, becoming a peerless sword fairy, interesting and interesting."

The nun's eyes flickered.

Han Muye ignored her.

Time is running out.

Ten breaths, two breaths have passed.

"Concentrate on the sword."

"By God, Edgeworth." A low voice sounded in Han Muye's mind.

The nun's expression changed suddenly.

"You, do you want the Soul Ningjian? Xiu Ningjian Art?"

"Just your weak soul, can you still condense a sword?"

"I'm afraid that the sword has not yet condensed, and your soul will collapse..."

For the first time, Han Muye responded to the female nun: "It's not my soul condensing sword, it's your senior."

The voice fell, and in Han Muye's mind, the endless Sword Ray lit up.

The figure of the female cultivator wanted to retreat, but was surrounded by Sword Ray, then strangled and turned into pieces. This is inside Han Muye's body, this is the divine treasure where his soul resides, everything here, he has the final say!

The female cultivator is a great demon in the realm of heaven.

But it is only a separate soul.

Her body was suppressed by the Nine Profound Sword.

If Han Muye hadn't brought the bone sword to the sword pavilion, the spiritual power of this female cultivator would not necessarily have been activated.

Just now, Han Muye exploded all his Sword intent, instantly turning it into a barrier, and within ten breaths, cut off the connection between himself and the outside world.

This also cut off the connection between the avatar of the great demon and the soul in the divine treasure and the main body.

Among the gods, Sword Ray rose.

All the fragments congealed into a clear little sword.

The sword is three inches long, with a halo of light that swirls gently.

"Sword of the Soul."

Han Muye whispered softly.

Consolidate the sword with the soul.

The small sword in his divine treasure has been solidified.

Han Muye owns divine soul cultivation. To condense such a divine soul sword, it takes a total of 10 years.

But the soul of a great monster in the heavens is much more profound than the condensed soul of his 100-year-old soul.

The condensing sword art, with the spirit of the great demon in the heavens, condenses into a sword of divine soul!

With this sword, within a hundred breaths, you can go against the heavenly realm!

"Om-"

The Sword Qi barrier around Han Muye began to converge and dissipate.

He was shocked, and took the scattered Sword Qi into his body.

By the time all Sword Qi landed on Dantian and Qi Sea, there were only two Sword intents left, less than three thousand Sword Qi.

In his Qi Sea, the fire-type Sword intent of Tao Ran's ancestors obtained from the Ziyan Sword vibrated, and another Sword Intent like a breeze spun along with it.

A Sword intent, most of the loss.

worth.

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

Although he is now because of the shock of his soul and the consumption of Sword Intent, his whole body is weak and his face is pale.

To be able to exchange for the sword of concentration in the treasure, even if the Sword Intent is completely consumed, it is also worth it!

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, and the power of the sword of the divine soul in the divine treasure infiltrated, making his divine soul rapidly increase.

"What a ruthless little guy..."

On the first floor of the sword pavilion, there is a sound wafting.

Han Muye snorted coldly, and the sword of the divine soul in the divine treasure vibrated gently.

"Om-"

Throughout the sword pavilion, countless swords responded!

The sound of the big monster, which was vaguely absent, stopped and disappeared.

At this time, Han Muye is no longer afraid of the big demon suppressed by the Nine Profound Sword!

"Brother Han!"

Outside the gate of Jiange, Huang Laoliu's anxious voice sounded.

Han Muye turned around and walked over. Huang Laoliu rushed into the sword pavilion in two steps, stretched out his hand to grab Han Muye's arm, looked up and down, and saw that his face was pale and his body was fine, and he was relieved.

"When I got to the mountain gate, I heard that the sword pavilion was attacked, and that someone was injured."

Han Muye nodded and whispered, "Lu Dage, hurt my eyes."

Huang Lao Liu's hands trembled.

"My sword pavilion raises him." Huang Lao Liu said in a deep voice.

Even if Lu Gao lost his eyes, he would not be able to do other things in the Sword Gate, but the Sword Pavilion could support him.

A touch of emotion flashed in Han Muye's eyes, he nodded lightly, and then whispered, "What's the matter with the Cao family?"

The Cao family is of great importance to Jianmen.

Hearing Han Muye's question, Huang Laoliu's expression was a little gloomy.

"The head of the Cao family was seriously injured and broke his arm. I don't know when he will wake up."

"Elder Su Liang said that even if he wakes up, his ability to refine tools will probably be useless."

The artifact refiner had broken his arm, and he probably had less than 30% of his artifact refining ability.

"Also, the grandson of the Cao family was kidnapped by the Tailingjian faction."

"That's the trouble."

Han Muye was also gloomy.

The grandson of the Cao family is in the hands of the Tailingjian faction, and the Jiuxuanjianmen throws a rat-proof weapon.

The Cao family was also held back, and it would always be a hidden danger in the future.

"Hey, my Nine Profound Sword Sect is the third of the four major sword factions and one of the nine factions in the Western Border. How can it be like a sieve?"

Huang Lao Liu shook his head with a complicated look on his face.

As a disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, he had enjoyed the detachment of a disciple of the great sect.

But at this time, it seemed as if the tiger skin of Jiu Xuan Sword Gate was torn open at once, revealing a body riddled with holes.

This made Huang Laoliu unacceptable in his heart.

There was a hint of coldness in Han Muye's eyes, and he whispered: "Sixth brother, I'll go out."