Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Is it related to the future ruler of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect?

Do you want to choose between yourself and Tang Chi?

Han Muye never thought that he would become the object of training in Sect.

He has always been a savage grower.

However, what Lu Hao said was also correct. There was no retreat in the competition for power and position.

Lu Hao's voice sounded again: "Go back and prepare, our Nine Profound Sword Sect is about to reach the designated garrison position."

After he finished speaking, he froze and turned into a Sword Ray.

"Don't think too much, this kind of choice is a big wave, and you only won a game temporarily." Li San reached out and patted Han Muye's shoulder, flying into a streamer.

Indeed, Kanazawa Sect Leader is still in charge of the Sect.

Even if Kanazawa Sect Leader abdicates, there is still Tuoba Cheng, a guy with a very deep scheming in Cultivation Base.

I am afraid that there is no one who can't get Han Muye to sit in that seat for two or three hundred years.

What happens in two or three hundred years, who cares about him?

"Han Muye." A voice came from behind.

Han Muye turned his head and saw that it was Yang Dingshan of Mingshan Sword Sect.

"Yang Sect Leader." Han Muye cupped hands said, "Thank you Yang Sect Leader for clearing my Nine Profound Sword Sect yesterday."

Yesterday, Yang Dingshan took action and quelled Lu Changze, the Lingyu Jian faction who was in trouble to find Jiuxuan Jianmen.

In yesterday's situation, Jiu Xuan Jian Sect couldn't take action on his own, and he really needed someone to mediate.

"It should be." Yang Dingshan waved his hand, his eyes fell on Han Muye, and then whispered: "I, Ming Xuan, is he okay?"

Yang Mingxuan.

Yang Dingshan's grandson.

Han Muye nodded, and when he entered Yang Mingxuan into the sword pavilion only to seek death, he was provoked by Jiang Ming and told about the practice of the sword pavilion.

Hearing Yang Mingxuan seeking death, Yang Dingshan frowned.

When he heard that Yang Mingxuan started to practice, his expression flashed with excitement.

Later, I heard from Han Muye that Yang Mingxuan had already cultivated the sword cultivation technique, and Yang Dingshan had a smile on his face when he started to cultivate the swordsmanship technique.

"Hehe, Jiang Ming dares to say this for collecting the corpse for this old man." After Han Muye finished speaking, Yang Dingshan laughed and looked into the distance.

"If there is such a day, you ask him to collect the body for the old man."

Before Han Muye could reply, a thick Sword Ray flashed across Yang Dingshan's body, wrapped around his body and turned into a flying rainbow.

Han Muye shook his head, his body froze, driving a Flying Sword light, and his body flew down the mountain.

Over there, is the defense station of Jiu Xuan Jianmen.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

In the sky, there was the sound of drums, the Monster Qi in the distance was like water, and then countless Demonic Beasts could be seen rushing towards Cloud Nest Ridge.

These Demonic Beasts are the lowest-level existences among the demon clan, and the combat power of Cultivation Base is nothing but Qi Condensation.

But even if the combat power is limited, it can't contain such a tidal wave.

These low-level Demonic Beasts, in the Southern Wilderness, are only vassals of the demon clan, and they don't care about life or death.

"Stop these Demonic Beasts—"

"I can't stop it today, all of us will die here!"

"I, Tang Chi, will live and die with you!"

Before the battle line guarded by Jiuxuan Sword Gate, Tang Chi, who was wearing a white robe and holding a long sword, had Sword Ray shining on his body, and Sword Qi swirled around him.

Following him are a group of Rogue Cultivators and small Sect strongmen.

Behind them, a group of tense practitioners clung to the sword and Magical Item in their hands, waiting in full force.

Demonic Beasts came rushing in like a tidal wave.

"kill--"

Tang Chi let out a loud roar, and with the sword in his hand, he slashed at the Demonic Beasts who were approaching.

"boom--"

The giant tiger, which was three feet tall, was cut in half by a sword.

With one sword slashing the giant tiger, Tang Chi's Sword Ray remained unchanged, and led the strong men behind him to recoil to the Demonic Beasts group in front.

These strong men are like a long knife, slicing the Demonic Beasts in half.

Standing on the hill behind, Han Muye watched it all.

Tang Chi's command methods are not bad, and his own combat power is also strong. He is indeed the best person to lead these practitioners.

Turning his head, Han Muye saw that the disciples of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect were all around him.

These Nine Profound Sword Sect disciples gathered Sword Qi on their bodies, held the hilt of their swords, and rushed to remedy when there was a change in front of them.

In such a scene, it is really impossible to live or die.

"boom--"

Tang Chi, who rushed forward a thousand feet, was blocked by a black light.

A big man wearing black armor with a big zhang and eight tiger heads held a long knife, and with one slash, Tang Chi's sword glow was smashed to pieces.

The strong people in the gods of the environment are still the tiger clan with powerful bloodline.

The fighting power of this big man is no weaker than that of Tang Chi.

With this big man blocking, Tang Chi and the strong backlash behind him were restrained.

"Roar--"

Countless roars echoed through, and those Demonic Beasts rushed to the front of the Terran cultivator practitioners, roaring furiously, and flew up.

Sword Ray, Emmanuel, meet these Demonic Beasts.

"boom--"

Blood light and aura exploded, and red qi and blood rose into the sky everywhere.

Some Demonic Beasts were beheaded, blood splattered, some ethnic practitioners were torn apart by Demonic Beasts, and Spiritual Qi dissipated.

At that moment, there was only the most primitive killing before the battle formation.

Han Muye had no sadness or joy on his face, and just watched silently.

He knew that if he hadn't had a full-level comprehension and worshipped the Nine Profound Sword Sect as a sword watcher, he would have been just like those low-level practitioners who couldn't help himself.

"boom--"

The battle between Tang Chi and the big black tiger became more and more fierce. There were no humans or Demonic Beasts around to enter the battle circle.

"He can only earn his life." Li San said coldly, holding a black sheathed long sword.

Earn your life.

The loser earns his life.

The battle of Gu Dang lasted for three hours, until the Demonic Beasts corpses piled up in front of the formation became a low wall to stop the enemy, and the subsequent Demonic Beasts were weak and stopped slowly.

Tang Chi, who led the powerful people around him to retreat slowly, did not repair, but asked the practitioners who were not on the front line to clean up the battlefield.

Demonic Beasts' flesh, bones and bones are all spiritual materials, which can be exchanged for Spirit Stones after processing.

Those practitioners who were injured or killed should also count the dead, collect the corpses, and rescue and heal the wounded.

It was not until sunset that the exhausted Tang Chi straightened up, turned his head, and looked at the hill behind him.

Over there, Han Muye, with his blue and red swords on his back, stood on the blue stone with a calm expression, as if this hard battle had nothing to do with him.

Tang Chi gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

The one who stayed out of the situation should have been himself.

The name of the kendo exiled immortal should also be own.

But if he lost that game, he could only earn his life before this battle.

"Don't worry, it won't be long before the blood sacrifice is completed, and what belongs to you will come back." An old man in black robe whispered beside Tang Chi.

Tang Chi nodded, turned and walked towards the front of the army.

——————

On the hill, when the afterglow of the sun was setting, an inner discipline of Jiu Xuan Jian Sect in a white robe walked up to Han Muye.

Han Muye knew him.

Inner Sect top ten, He Xuanqi.

At this time, He Xuanqi, like him, carried two long swords on his back.

"Senior Brother Han."

He Xuanqi raised his head, looked at Han Muye, and whispered, "Can you teach me two-handed swords?"

Two-handed sword.

He Xuan Qixiu's swordsmanship is called Yuanmu, and it is a tyrannical swordsmanship in the inheritance of wood veins.

However, this swordsmanship also has a set of matching swordsmanship to seek fish.

Margin wood for fish.

The two kinds of swordsmanship are combined, and the combat power is superimposed, and they can fight more and more.

At the beginning, Han Muye suggested to He Xuanqi to ask him to come to Fengshou Mountain with his fellow disciples who had come to practice fish swordsmanship.

Han Muye's eyes fell behind He Xuanqi.

Over there, there is a sword that does not belong to him.

"Junior Brother Wang Hui has fallen."

Bowing his head, He Xuanqi's voice contained an uncontrollable emotion.

"He helped me block a deadly spell."

Raising his head, He Xuanqi stared at Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, please teach me a two-handed sword."

Han Muye has two swords on his back, both of which are beneficial.

Looking at He Xuanqi, whose eyes were depressed and sad, Han Muye nodded and said softly, "Okay, I'll teach you the two-handed sword."

"Kuraga-"

He raised his hand, and Qing Ming and Zi Yan started.

"Seeking fish because of wood, two swords are wrong but never meet. They seem to have the same origin, but they will never intersect."

"Mu Ding fish swim, body and mind follow."

Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye's long and short swords were drawn and erratic.

The two swords move and follow, the light and shadow are like a dream.

Looking at the double swords circulating in Han Muye's hands, tears fell from He Xuanqi's eyes.

After all, he is still a mortal, why can't he cry?

"Senior brother..."

"I hurt you."

He Xuanqi drew his sword with both hands, and Sword Qi filled the air.

Han Muye raised his hand, drew Sword Qi in his hand, and hung He Xuanqi's Sword Ray, and practiced with his double swords.

On the hillside, countless Nine Profound Sword Sect disciples turned their heads and looked at the two who practiced swords.

At the beginning, Jiuxuan Jianmen pushed He Xuanqi and Wang Hui to combine the two swords, and the name of Yuanmu Qiuyu was very loud among these disciples.

None of the disciples of Jiuxuan Sword Sect who came to Fengshou Mountain were ignorant of the wood to seek fish.

At this time, seeing He Xuanqi alone with two swords, under the lead of Han Muye, practiced asking for fish from wood, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"Om-"

Among He Xuanqi's Sword Ray, a figure appeared, as if a young man in white reached out and held another sword in He Xuanqi's hand.

"Senior brother..."

He Xuanqi let out a low cry, and the two swords suddenly crossed.

"Thorn-"

On the two swords, a dazzling halo shone through, turning into a dragon-scale golden carp, which burst with a bang, scattering infinite golden light.

"Yuanmu begs for fish, koi turns into dragons..." Looking at Sword Ray, Han Muye was stunned for a moment, then spoke softly.

"It turns out that there is another artistic conception in Yuanmu seeking fish."

Looking at He Xuanqi, who does not need his Sword Qi to pull and Sword Ray shines, Han Muye sighed.

Relying on his heaven-defying comprehension, he can deduce the ultimate in swordsmanship.

But he did not penetrate the heart.

He Xuanqi and his junior brother Wang Hui were deeply in love, and Wang Hui died on his behalf, leaving his remnant soul behind.

The swordsmanship of the two became one, changing the original swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship, after all, is dead.

It's just that people endow swordsmanship with artistic conception and momentum.

Thinking of this, a roar came from Han Muye.

He Xuanqi, who originally danced the sword, took Sword Ray, and was just about to take a step forward when a low voice suddenly came: "Han Muye has a realization, I'm guarding the gate for him, the one who is nearly ten steps away, Li Xixi is ruthless under the sword. ."

Holding a long sword, Li Xixi stood in front of Han Muye, with a faint Sword Ray flashing on her body.

At this time, when someone approaches, she will not hesitate to draw out the sword.

Epiphany!

This is an epiphany that practitioners in the world can never find!

Around the hillside, everyone looked enviously at Han Muye, who was standing there, surrounded by Sword Ray.

Wujian, can it be so simple?

At this time, among Han Muye's Dantian, the 128,000 Sword Qi that had already condensed into Sword Intent exploded.