Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Wind helps fire.

On the Sword Pavilion Elder, the vigorous Sword intent rose to the sky.

Among the Sword intents, there were whistling winds.

"The Sword Intent has been sealed for a period of time, and my old bones are about to stop moving." The elder Jiange raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a cyan long sword had a cold edge.

"Gao Changgong, so this seat says you are cruel." Seeing the sword pavilion elder flying up, Zhang Cheng, the Sect Leader of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, said with a smile.

"If you don't call yourself a Cultivation Base and enter the sword pavilion, the position of the Sect Leader of the Nine Profound Sword Sect will be at your fingertips, and you might even be able to reach the heavenly realm."

"Shocking the realm of heaven?" Jiange Elder's figure was side by side with Tao Ran's ancestor, and the breeze on his body intertwined with the flames on Tao Ran Elder's body, turning into a fire dragon roaring.

"If I really dare to attack the realm of heaven, I'm afraid the entire Nine Profound Sword Sect will be buried with me?"

Speaking of this, he turned his eyes to Zhang Cheng, and his eyes were bright: "I'm curious, how did Zhang Sect Leader have the opportunity to hit the heavens."

Hearing the words of the Jiange Elder, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he said lightly, "If you want to die today, I can tell you."

The Jiange Elder laughed, and Tao Ran's ancestor flew forward, the fire dragon in his palm, and slammed into Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng's eyes narrowed, Sword Qi swirled around his body, and the sky-high cold glow seemed to freeze the space around him.

In his hand, a three-footed sword appeared.

"Bing Jian Jue..." Han Muye, who was standing on the carriage, looked at Zhang Cheng and whispered.

"What?" Huang Lao Liu, who was standing beside the carriage, turned his head and asked.

Han Muye shook his head.

The means Zhang Cheng used were the sword tactics lost by the sword pavilion.

The ancestor of Zhu Shen died in the hands of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

The divine light flashed in his eyes, and the images in Han Muye's mind kept flashing.

Originally only half of Cultivation Technique's sword tactics were derived.

Understand the art of swordsmanship.

The three inheritances of the sword pavilion, the art of raising the sword, the art of condensing the sword, and the art of fighting the sword, are gathered together.

"It turns out that he used a Magic Treasures-level sword to condense into a sword art and step into the heaven." Han Muye looked at Zhang Cheng who raised his hand and slashed with a sword, and whispered.

"boom--"

In the sky, the fire dragon collided with the sword in Zhang Cheng's hand.

The scattered flames, every Sword Ray, shone brightly, making the world pale.

The trend of wind and fire traverses the world!

The sword pavilion elder and Tao Ran ancestors joined hands to strike, and the wind and fire turned into dragons.

With this sword, Zhang Cheng, the Sect Leader of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, who is a powerhouse in the Heaven Realm, did not dare to take it lightly.

"Good swordsmanship!"

With a long drink, he rolled the sword in his hand.

Sword Ray is fierce, turning into a wind scroll and wrapping the fire dragon.

Kazumi collided with the fire dragon, and the flames that raged in the world were blocked by Sword Ray.

Heaven is, after all, heaven.

Every time Zhang Chengjian swung it, the fire dragon was cut down one layer.

Behind the red dragon, Jiange Elder and Tao Ran's ancestor turned pale.

After ten swords, the fire dragon exploded with a bang, and endless wind and fire raged in the thousands of miles of sky.

Between the heavens and the earth, the beacon smoke filled the air, making people unable to open their eyes.

"With this sword, you are invincible under the heaven."

"Your Nine Profound Sword Sect's heritage is really deep."

Zhang Cheng's voice came.

"Senior Brother Yuhe, Gao Changgong, I blame you for being members of the Nine Profound Sword Sect. It's a pity that you are so talented."

Although the specific battle situation could not be clearly seen, the wind whistled in the void, the pressure surged, and the flames dissipated, letting everyone know that Tao Ran and Jiange Elder were defeated in this battle.

"Did you lose..." Huang Lao Liu, who was standing beside the frame, said in a low voice.

Han Muye's eyes flickered.

lost.

The combined strength of Jiange Elder and Tao Ran's ancestors could not resist the real powerhouse.

Today's situation is invincible.

The Nine Profound Sword Gate, its demise is imminent.

"My Jiu Xuan Sword Sect's life and death is in the present, it's just death!" In the sky, the voice of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect Sect Leader Jin Ze sounded.

The roar exploded, dispelling most of the beacon smoke.

Sect Leader Jin Ze, who was shrouded in golden light, walked forward step by step, stepping on the void, and every step he took, the momentum on his body was one point better. At ten paces, Jin Ze's aura was only slightly worse than Zhang Cheng's.

"Broken Dan?"

Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "I take back what I said earlier."

"You are as ruthless as Gao Changgong."

"With a single blow from the broken pill, the practice in this life is completely useless. Jin Ze, you have practiced for hundreds of years, is it worth it?"

Cultivation to the realm of the Golden Core, condensing the Cultivation Base of one's self-cultivation into the essence, is the Gold Core.

Gold Core contains all the spiritual insights of practitioners in this life, accumulated by Spiritual Qi.

To the extreme of Cultivation Base, Dan is broken into a baby, stepping into the realm of heaven, like a new born.

Before reaching Nascent Soul and breaking the elixir, the practice of life has turned into flowing water, and in this life, the practice will be cut off.

Cultivating practitioners to the Golden Core, the peak of the situation, has hundreds of years of practice, and hundreds of thousands of years of life.

Proclaimed as the ancestor, proud of one side.

Broken Dan, the Cultivation Base is completely useless, and the Shouyuan is 90% depleted.

In exchange, it was just that the power of Shattering Pill surged rapidly at that moment.

But the bloom of this kind of power will never reach the realm of heaven.

How can you know the wonders of heaven without breaking a cocoon into a butterfly?

"I, Kanazawa, entered Jiu Xuan Jianmen at the age of thirteen, and from Outer Sect to Inner Sect, three years of Foundation Establishment, which is regarded as the hope of Sect."

"The thirty-two-year-old Foundation Establishment is complete, stepping into the situation, the same rank is invincible, and it is known as the golden life water."

"I hold the essence of the two veins and have been cultivated by Sect for a hundred years to become the youngest Sect Leader in the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

On Jin Ze's body, a long sword with two colors of golden water condensed, and Sword Ray lingered around, turning into a long front.

Beside him, Tao Ran and the Elder Jiange stood supporting each other, and the aura on his body was dark and uncertain.

"I was also very proud, and said that in this life, I will reach the realm of heaven."

"It's a pity that Sect is unstable, and there is no chance to practice Closed Door Training."

"I also had great ambitions and vowed to build the Nine Profound Sword Sect into a strong sect in the Western Border."

"Haha, these hundred years have been nothing but wasted."

Looking up, Jin Ze stared at Zhang Cheng, and said softly, "I don't have a chance to touch the realm in this life, so let's fight the realm."

On the top of his head, the two colors of gold and water, Sword Intent, merged, turning into a blue-grey Sword Ray.

This Sword Ray seems to have endless vitality, which can soothe the sky scorched by the previous flames.

Looking at Sect Leader Kanazawa, who had condensed his lifelong Cultivation Base into a sword, all the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect below gritted their teeth and clenched their fists.

"If I, Huang Zhenxiong, have a sword in the realm of heaven, I will kill that bastard!" Huang Laoliu stared and shouted.

Han Muye turned his head to look at him and said softly, "Sixth brother, maybe Sect Leader needs the help of your Soul Sword?"

Hearing his words, Huang Laoliu was stunned and hesitantly said: "My sword of the soul? I have only practiced this condensing sword for a few years, is it useful?"

In such a big cultivator battle, his soul collided with it, I'm afraid not even a bubble would disappear.

"If you don't have this strength, how can you be willing?" Han Muye said in a low voice, slowly sitting on the frame and closing his eyes.

Huang Laoliu nodded and said to himself, "Grandma, you should return this Cultivation Base to Jiuxuan Jianmen."

He widened his eyes and shouted loudly, "Jianjian—"

A mysterious Sword Ray rose above his head, rushed to the sky, and landed on the Sword Ray above Sect Leader Kanazawa's head.

At this moment, the Sword Ray in Han Muye's divine treasure disappeared in a flash and collided with the great sword on the sky!

In a radius of a hundred miles, the sword vibrated!

The Sword of Concentration!

With God condensing the sword, ten thousand swords surrender!

On Luyuan Mountain, the Sword Pavilion Elder slashed Mu Tieyang in the Half Step Heaven Realm with this sword.

Today, see this sword again!

"Stinky boy, it's really worth it..."

Jiange Elder turned back, looked at the frame position, and whispered.

"This is the descendant of the sword pavilion you cultivated? Not bad." Ancestor Tao Ran said softly, looking at Huang Lao Liu in front of the frame.

"That's it, the swordsman from the sword pavilion?" Countless disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect looked at Huang Laoliu and said in a low voice.

"I know him, he is a swordsman from the Jiange Pavilion, and I received a sword from him last time." Someone stared at Huang Laoliu, who opened his arms and raised his head and shouted.

"It turns out that the sixth brother is the one who really hides..." Lin Shen said in a low voice, holding the long sword that was constantly vibrating in his hand.

"Sixth brother, you are awesome." In the distance, Zhao Pu, a bald man, clenched his fists and looked at Huang Laoliu and whispered.

Huang Laoliu turned his head in a daze, and looked at Han Muye, who closed his eyes at Lotus Position on the frame.

own Condensation Sword Art, so strong?