Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

"Master Tu Sun, do you look down on Daddy? Do you want this kid to tickle Daddy?"

The black armored man said so, but his eyes were fixed on the long sword above Han Muye's head.

This sword has a sharpness that makes his heart shiver.

The great monster in the heavens also has moments of fear!

At the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain, Han Muye manipulated the sword of the soul and slashed Zhang Cheng, the Sect Leader of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

Zhang Cheng at that time was the realm of heaven.

But compared with the long sword on his head at this time, that sword was completely the ratio of Firefly to Haoyue.

The sword condensed by Master Tu Sun's soul, Sword intent condenses into substance.

Among the Sword Rays, there are Sword Qis like wandering dragons.

Rather than saying that this is the sword of the soul, it is better to say that it is the condensation of Master Tu Sun's lifelong kendo practice.

Han Muye's soul is fused with this sword, and there is a kind of fulfillment that the world is under control.

Sword power!

With a sword in hand, I have the world.

This is the general trend of kendo, and only three thousand Sword Intent can condense the sword stance.

In the entire western border, there are countless swordsmen.

There is no one among thousands of people who can condense into a sword power.

Jiuxuan Jianmen is known as the second sword sect in Xijiang, and it is only one Tuoba Cheng who forcibly condenses the White Tiger sword.

Tuoba Cheng can rely on the sword power to enlighten the God Cultivation Base and fight against the Half Step Heaven Realm.

Feeling the mighty power in the long sword, Han Muye showed fearless fighting intent on his face.

It turned out that the sword of the soul condensed into Sword intent is far from the end.

The sword of the soul can also achieve the general trend of the world!

Han Muye's eyes burst into brilliance, and the long sword above his head turned into a plain grey and simple sword.

As soon as the sword appeared, Master Tu Sun's expression changed instantly.

"Flame..."

"The sword of Hong Chaoyang Sect Leader back then!"

In his eyes, there was a strange look, and he fixedly looked at the sword.

"Senior, Junior is proficient in swordsmanship." Han Muye looked at the monster in the black armor, but he spoke to Master Tu Sun indifferently.

"Senior, you said that it is better to be specialized than to be complicated."

"Junior has a sword, senior please wait and see—"

The voice fell, all the breath on Han Muye's body converged, and the person was in the air, like a mortal.

How can someone who can control the sword of monstrous power be a mortal?

He put one hand behind his back, and the other hand formed sword fingers and slowly stretched forward.

"This swordsmanship is not limited by practice, talent, or talent."

"Sword cultivation in the world, as long as you have a sword in your heart, you can cultivate this swordsmanship."

The brilliance in Han Muye's eyes almost matched that of Sword Ray in Skyrim.

The long sword above his head vibrated gently.

At this moment, all the swords began to vibrate within a thousand miles.

"The heart of the sword is transparent!"

Master Tu Sun widened his eyes and whispered, "This is the seed of kendo..."

Sword Ray is magnificent, and the endless Sword Qi is filled.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one sword!

On the opposite side, Yaozu Tianjiu's eyes revealed killing intent, and his body was covered with heavy Blood Qi.

He didn't dare to wait, and with a loud roar, he transformed into the alien Demonic Beasts with the body of a long-horned half-dragon.

Staring at Han Muye, Demonic Beasts let out a thunderous roar: "This kind of kendo talent, don't leave you alone!"

Demonic Beasts roared, raised their minions, rushed towards Han Muye, and slapped him hard.

The wind and the cloud follow each other, and the sky and the earth change.

The great monster of the heavenly realm to which the Jiaolong belongs, with a full blow, it can shatter thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!

Before such a blow, who can not be afraid?

Before the dragon arrived, the pressure of Killing intent had frozen all the clouds around Han Muye, and then smashed into pieces.

Tianjing, the big demon of Nascent Soul, already has the power to influence Tianji!

On Yunchao Ridge in the distance, all the practitioners were weak in the environment.

This is the power of heaven!

In the distance, Li Xixi gritted her teeth and held her sword tightly, trying her best not to fall off the cloud.

Before the coercion of the Heavenly Realm Demon, it was difficult for her to even maintain her figure in the air.

She stared at Han Muye who was locked by the big demon and photographed with one claw.

She didn't know if Han Muye could stop the Great Demon.

Heaven ah...

Han Muye's expression didn't change before the Floating Flood Dragon figure appeared.

His eyes were soft, as if the dragon was not rushing towards him.

He pointed forward and whispered softly.

Look ahead, there is a sword in front of your fingers, nothing can stop it!

At this moment, Han Muye burst into a tyrannical Sword intent that made the first sword in the Western Region, Xiu Tu Sun, look at him!

"Wan - sword - return - zong."

"boom--"

As Han Muye's voice fell, the great sword above his head exploded and turned into nothingness.

At the moment when the long sword dissipated, there was Sword Ray shining in the whole world.

Where does the sword come from?

The hand of ordinary swordsmen in the world.

A sword.

Ten swords.

Hundred handles.

Thousand handles.

Ten thousand long swords flew out from Yunchao Ridge and condensed into a dragon of long swords.

Ten thousand swords are bones, ten thousand swords are scales, ten thousand swords are soul!

The Dragon of Ten Thousand Swords roared and swallowed the dragon and beast in front of Han Muye.

The Flood Dragon, which changed the color of the world, never even had a chance to resist in front of the Long Sword Dragon.

Wan Jian Hua Rainbow! The sword is the dragon!

Thousands of swords intertwined and circulated, and the long dragon turned into blood.

This is the infusion of the endless blood and blood of the heavenly monster and the monster Qi.

A great monster in the heavens was so strangled that the sky was full of blood.

"Roar--"

Among the ten thousand swords, there is a faintly bright flood dragon phantom cry, trying to break away from the strangulation of the long sword.

Gu Xuan

Nascent Soul, the demon clan is called the demon baby. The Great Demon of the Realm has been cultivating for countless years, and the strength of the practice has been condensed.

Overhaul of the realm, with the power of Nascent Soul and immortality, he will be reborn.

This is a power that is completely beyond the ordinary, and the illusory Jiaolong rushed out of the sword dragon and groaned in anger.

Just before the dragon roared, the giant dragon transformed by the long sword opened its mouth again.

Jiaolong Nascent Soul, meteorite.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect, one sword kills the heavenly realm overhaul!

Even the demon baby was directly strangled.

The death of the body disappears, nothing more than that.

This sword borrowed the power of tens of thousands of sword cultivators on Yunchao Ridge in the western border.

This sword was made by Han Muye, not by him.

"The world's swordsmen are of the same mind, and the heavenly monster is only one sword."

Han Muye slowly withdrew his hands, put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky in front of him, and spoke lightly.

At this moment, he seemed to descend like a sword immortal, and with his gestures, he overwhelmed thousands of sword cultivators in the world.

The giant dragon transformed by the 10,000-foot long sword hung around his feet, and then his eyes stared not far away, the last of the three Heavenly Realm overhauls in Nanhuang.

On that day, the big demon was shocked, and only felt the coldness from the soles of his feet and straight to the top of his head.

He shouted loudly, knocked off Master Tu Sun's swordsmanship Tianlong in front of him, and turned away.

If you don't leave at this time, do you have to wait for the long dragon to roar and devour yourself?

This long sword dragon can kill one heavenly realm, and it can kill the second heavenly realm!

The big demon fled, and the monster Qi filled the sky, vanishing into thin air.

The three Southern Wilderness Heavenly Realm overhauled, one died, one was injured, and the other escaped.

The situation of the battle changes, only in an instant.

Han Muye raised his hand a little, and the long sword with ten thousand swords that had forged the blood spirit of the great monster Qi in the heavenly realm slowly turned.

These swords have been condensed through this, and they have been reborn and transformed into spirits.

As long as they are properly nurtured, these swords can have a broad space for growth.

This is chance.

Turning his head, Han Muye looked at Master Tu Sun and said with a smile, "Senior, honor your mission."

Master Tu Sun nodded, watching Han Muye just about to answer, Han Muye said again: "My sword has sixty-two breaths."

The soul of the sword pavilion condenses a sword, and a sword can fight the heavens within a hundred breaths.

Just now, Han Muye used this sword to slash a major cultivator of the heavenly realm, from beginning to end, without using forty breaths!

Is this kind of swordsmanship possible in the mortal world?

Master Tu Sun smiled and looked at the long sword condensed above Han Muye's head again: "It's a good way to return to the ancestors!"

On him, there is a monstrous fighting spirit rising, and there is a bright light like a sword in his eyes.

This is the fighting spirit of a sword cultivator.

Across the western frontier, one sword is invincible, Master Tu Sun has not had the fighting spirit that burns blood like today for countless years!

Sword cultivators, fight for the edge with swords!

In front of Han Muye's 10,000 swords returning to his ancestors, Tu Sunshi's battle was surging.

"Boy, there are sixty breaths left, the old man will let you see what is the peak of the Western Border Swordsmanship!"

The voice fell, and the wind rose!

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, fly over in one breath!

Master Tu Sun and Han Muye turned into a stream of light at the same time, spanning thousands of mountains and appearing above the station of Yuntai Daozong Sect.

Above the Yuntai Taoist Sect, on the broken mountain protection formation, there is sadness and despair.

Countless Yuntai Daoist disciples tried their best to fill the gaps in the large array of light curtains.

Unfortunately, the Southern Wilderness Monster Race is too strong.

The destruction of Yuntai Daozong is only at the end of the day!

Sword Ray, across the heavens and the earth, arrives in one breath.

All desperate Yuntai Daoist disciples

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head, eyes wide.

Above their heads, two figures stood still.

One was wearing a white shirt, carrying a pair of swords and holding his hands like a leisurely retreat.

One wears a blue-grey Taoist robe, with purple-gold hair, and Sword intent soars into the sky.

"Master Tu Sun fellow daoist!"

"The first swordsman in Western Xinjiang, Tu Sunshi senior!"

Below, countless exclamations began.

"Tu fellow daoist, you are confused!"

"Go away, my Yuntai Taoist Sect is dead, and I won't be a sinner in the Western Xinjiang!"

A cry of sorrow suppressed all the shouts. A white-haired Daoist in a green robe stared at Master Tu Sun with a desperate look on his face: "What if my Yuntai Taoist sect is cut off, Tu fellow daoist, if something happens to you, West The border is in danger!"

Master Tu Sun, whose Sword Qi rose on his body, glanced down, then said coldly, "Danger your horse."

Han Muye turned his head and saw that Master Tu Sun had his hair and beard open, and his Sword intent turned into a dragon.

"Daddy kills people with a thousand miles, you talk shit to daddy."

"Daddy is here, and I don't know what to say."

Cursing in his mouth, Sword Ray on his body rises ten thousand feet, like a mountain like a mountain.

Seeing Han Muye looking at himself, Master Tu Sun shook his head and said, "I'm used to it. Back then, I didn't dare to kill people, so my senior brother told me to scold me a few swear words, and I felt relieved."

"When the heart is free, the sword is sharp."

Han Muye nodded and said lightly, "There are fifty-three breaths left."

"Go!" Master Tu Sun shouted, the Sword Ray above his head condensed into a green mountain, and slammed down!

Condensing the mountain with the sword, borrowing the power of the mountain, this is the sword power!

In Han Muye's eyes, he could see thousands of sword rays twisting and intertwining, merging with the sword of the soul, and then slamming down.

Mountains are the appearance, Sword Ray is the substance!

Jianxiu, after all, is Jianxiu.

A sword fell, and the mountains collapsed!

Swordsmanship, collapsing mountains.

The ultimate swordsmanship in the world, using the sword to form a mountain, using the sword to break down the mountain, and using the sword to collapse the mountain!

Landslide, the trend is falling!

"Can't stop it!"

"escape--"

Three shouts sounded, and countless monsters flew away.

The mountains are rolling, Sword Ray is shining, and the killing intent is overwhelming.

The landslide became a trend and turned into a torrent!

One sword, two swords!

Master Tu Sun grinned, turned his face, looked at Han Muye with a slightly blank expression on his face, and let out a satisfied laugh.

"Boy, how about my sword?"

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