Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Thousands of Swords Return to the Sect!

Han Muye clenched his fists and stood on the bow.

That is Master Mo Yuan.

The ancestor of Wanjian.

With Qi Condensation Cultivation Base, a Sword Intent, condensing thousands of Sword Qi, shaking ten miles in a radius, the sword is out of the sky.

This sword is called Wanjian Guizong.

This sword is very strong.

But it is by no means the opponent of Mu Tieyang, a retired elder of the Tailingjian faction and a complete powerhouse of the Golden Core.

Han Muye knew why Mo Yuan made this sword.

In order to pay back the grace of Jiu Xuan Jianmen for two hundred years.

The last journey for the Swordsman Elder.

In order to be able to return to the sect with ten thousand swords and ask for advice from the Half Step Heaven Realm.

Also to let the world know that mortals of my generation can fight the heavens with mortal swords!

"Thousands of swords return to the ancestors." Han Muye whispered softly as he watched the long sword move forward.

"Wan Jian returns to the ancestry?" Bai Suzhen's eyes were shining brightly, she tiptoed slightly and looked into the distance: "Is that the ancestor of Wan Jian?"

"What a style of ten thousand swords returning to the ancestral home!" Shopkeeper He had Spiritual Qi surging on his body, staring at Mo Yuan who was walking forward with his hands behind his back: "My generation cultivates, that's how it should be."

Bai Suzhen nodded.

Although the peak of the situation is ahead, it is unyielding and forward with a sword.

This is it, Jian Xiu!

"boom--"

Before the great sword, there is the bronze Sword Ray rising.

Sword Ray is quaint, but has a grandeur that is hard to look at.

That sword is scary.

The cold Sword Ray dyes the afterglow of the sunset into ice blue.

Sword Ray counteracted the illusory giant sword, and the sound of the sword sound resounded through the world.

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Ten breaths.

After ten breaths, with a long sigh, the illusory giant sword shattered, and Mo Yuan's figure was reversed and fell down.

"It's weak after all." Shopkeeper He shook his head and said regretfully.

weak.

That is the Half Step Heaven Realm, the peak of the Western Frontier. No matter how strong the swordsmanship of the ancestor of Wanjian is, it is powerless to resist.

To be able to reach ten breaths is already the limit.

The Sword Ray condensed by the ancestor of Wanjian was broken, and the bronze Sword Ray chased the ancestor of Wanjian and flew down.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, just about to fly out and suddenly stopped.

Behind him, Zi Yan and Qing Ming screamed.

In his sleeve, the Flying Sword clicked softly.

Beside him, on Bai Suzhen and Shopkeeper He, the sound of swords rang out.

It's not just them here.

Ahead, the sound of swords chirping, like the sound of the sky.

In a radius of a hundred miles, ten thousand swords roared!

All swords are as if they have met the king of their own, and they will bow down and bow down!

One after another Sword Ray condensed into flying rainbows, traversing the sky and the earth.

"Mr fellow daoist is a good sword, and if you concentrate on training for a hundred years, you can cut the world."

An old voice sounded, and the voice overcame all the sword sounds.

Wearing a green robe, with white hair and beard, the Sword Pavilion Elder, who is as tall and straight as a sword, stepped onto the Sword Ray Rainbow Bridge in one step, hanging in the void of a hundred meters.

He stretched out his hand and poked out in the void.

Mo Yuan's giant sword that was shaken away slowly congealed.

On that sword, Sword Ray radiated to the extreme.

"Gao Changgong of Jiu Xuan Sword Gate, please ask Tai Ling Jian to send fellow daoist Mu Tieyang to die."

The voice of the Jiange Elder seems to have fallen from the sky, with a roar of a hundred miles around.

This is the Elder of the Sword Pavilion, the might of the Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm!

In this hundred breaths, he can fight against the heavens.

With his sword, he can slash under the heavens!

Han Muye stood on the bow, anxiousness flashed on his face, but he couldn't move.

"Boy, look good."

"This sword, the old man raised a child."

The voice of the Jiange Elder sounded in Han Muye's ears, gentle, with a hint of relief, and incomparably proud.

The sword of the soul in Han Muye's divine treasure vibrated, and it couldn't rush out.

He thought that if he rushed to Luyuan Mountain, he would be able to stop the Sword Pavilion Elder from making this sword. He thought that the sword of the soul in his divine treasure could replace that sword from the sword pavilion Elder.

But standing here, he realized that this sword of his own soul, in front of the Elder of the Sword Pavilion, is not even qualified to use a sword.

The sword of the soul that is warm and nurtured is not as solid as the Sword intent.

The sword raised by this Jiazi raises the spirit and spirit, and it is the general trend that one sword will kill!

"Okay, if I can take the sword of Gao fellow daoist, I will have no regrets in life and death."

In front, an old man in a black robe held an ancient bronze sword in his hand, facing Jiange Elder across the air.

The long sword in his hand pointed at the elder of the sword pavilion, and on his body, there was the shadow of the mountains floating in the sky.

Sword power!

Although illusory, it has become a half step trend!

Half step sword potential, the peak of the situation.

Can this kind of combat power resist the Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm?

At this moment, everyone's eyes are on the two people in front of Void.

Not only in this radius of a hundred miles, but also thousands of miles away, countless people's minds were drawn and landed on the battlefield at this time.

Today's sword will determine the general trend of the next century in Western Xinjiang, and determine the luck of the two big Sects for a century!

Han Muye fixed his eyes on the front.

At this moment, his mind slowly calmed down.

Just like the master Mo Yuan wants to make a sword, the elder of the sword pavilion has waited for countless years for this sword to come out!

Isn't it just to fight against a strong man like Mu Tieyang and fight for a share of luck for the Sect general trend?

Cultivation, sword cultivation, and immortality, is killing, right?

Can kill half step heaven, no regrets!

Just as Han Muye figured it out, all the suppressing power in him dissipated.

Ahead, the sword pavilion Elder stabbed out with the sword in his hand.

Sword Ray shines brightly.

It was brighter than the sunset, as if the sky was reversed.

The sword's edge is cold and cold, and it seems to freeze a thousand miles of mountains and rivers in an instant, causing the vegetation to wither.

quick.

This sword, in the blink of an eye, was faster than a meteor.

"when--"

The sound of swords clashing sounded.

This voice seems to be in my ear, and it seems to be thousands of miles away.

Sword Ray dimmed, and the sunset disappeared into the sky without knowing when.

In the void, there was a mourning sound of swords.

The Jiange Elder stood in the void, holding his hands still.

In front of him, Mu Tieyang, a retired elder of the Tailing Sword Sect, held a broken sword and pressed one hand on his chest.

"I can't go back to God..."

Mu Tieyang fell, and several figures rushed out from below to catch him.

No one spoke, and the disciples of the Tailingjian Sect flew away.

The Sword Qi around Jiange Elder began to dissipate, and his figure slowly fell.

Han Muye took a deep breath and said lightly: "If you and I are enemies in the future, I will let you go."

After he finished speaking, his figure moved, as if Sword Ray flickered, and he had already rushed down the flying boat.

Above the flying boat, Bai Suzhen's eyes flickered and finally turned into a chuckle.

"This guy is quite interesting."

Beside her, Shopkeeper He turned his head to look, and then looked at Han Muye who was flying down, but he didn't speak.

"Let's go, my people from Shangyang Demon Sect are here, and I will always leave a story behind." Bai Suzhen whispered, turning around and stepping into the cabin.

Shangyang Demon Sect, the second of the Nine Sects in Xijiang, and the leader of Devil Dao in Xijiang.

Shangyang Demon Sect Sect Leader Li Mubai is the number one expert of Devil Dao in Western Xinjiang.

Shopkeeper He nodded, wrapped the flying boat with aura on his body, and whispered in his mouth: "Actually, this kid is really good..."

...

Han Muye flew down the mountain, and Sword Ray alerts flashed, and he retreated.

He was wearing the Nine Profound Sword Sect Inner Sect shirt, and there was no killing intent on his body.

Landing on the rock, Han Muye flew forward and strode to the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the inner disciples of Jiu Xuan Jianmen held swords to protect each other. In the middle, Mo Yuan, who was sitting down, stood on the bluestone and looked at the elder of the sword pavilion in the distance, and Su Yuan, the elder of the fire vein, who was wearing a green robe.

"Boy, how is my sword?"

The Jiange Elder turned his head and looked at Han Muye who was running.

"Huanghuang Tianwei, a sword can sway the world's evil spirits and ghosts." Han Muye said loudly.

The Jiange Elder laughed and pointed at Han Muye: "Are you here to see me draw this sword?"

Han Muye shook his head, stepped forward, looked at Mo Yuan, then raised his head and said, "I'm here to bring you back to the sword pavilion, Elder."

"Back to Jiange..." Jiange Elder's expression changed, he turned around, and looked at the place where the last rays of afterglow disappeared.

"Okay, back to the sword pavilion."