Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Han Muye turned his head and looked at Master Tu Sun.

He was a little embarrassed.

He wasted his soul Sword Qi, but Master Tu Sun gave him a Sword Qi, as long as it was refined, it was definitely many times thicker than the previous Sword Qi.

He was excited by Master Sun to rescue Yuntai Daozong, but Master Sun scratched the land of Yuntai Mountain and promised to divide him 20%.

Now, the people of Yuntai Taoist Sect would like to thank him.

Han Muye can't be as thick-skinned as Master Sun, so he can accept this thank you calmly.

"Cough, senior, it's serious..." He said that he shrank back and landed behind Master Tu Sun, and then said loudly: "As a fellow in the Western Xinjiang, Yuntai Mountain is surrounded, I feel the same way, shouldn't it be right to take action? ."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue-robed overhauler below unfolded his sleeves and shouted, "Xiaoyou Han said that he felt the same way, and he should have said it."

"Hundreds of thousands of fellows from the Western Border on Yunchao Ridge, my Yuntai Daoist can only feel such feelings and morality from you."

"Han Xiaoyou's kindness will never be forgotten by my Yuntai Taoist Sect."

fuck.

No wonder Master Tu Sun scolded people when he came out with his sword.

This Yuntai Daozong old man dug a hole for him.

No one came to rescue on Yunchao Ridge, just sitting and watching Yuntai Daozong collapse, this is to make your Yuntai Daozong unhappy, but you can't avenge your revenge and use us as spearmen, right?

When you say this, it seems that Han Muye is the only good person in the entire Yunchao Ridge?

Isn't this offending people?

At this time, the practitioners who were full of excitement and admiration in the entire Yunchao Ridge looked at Han Muye again, and their expressions became a lot more strange.

It's just you.

Master Tu Sun laughed, gave Han Muye the look of you're still young, then moved and disappeared in place.

Han Muye shook his head, cupped his hands in the direction of Yuntai Daozong, then flew down and returned to the Jiuxuanjianmen station.

He thought about it, and when there is a chance in the future when he needs to use Yuntai Daozong to pay back his favor, he must be welcome.

Use hard.

Until Master Tu Sun and Han Muye disappeared in the sky, everyone on the Cloud Nest Ridge looked away.

Kendo exile, Han Muye.

It looked like this.

At this time, Jiu Xuan Sword Sect had already dispatched more than 300,000 people together with Benzong and his Sect Rogue Cultivators.

This scale accounted for nearly 30% of the people on Yunchao Ridge at this time.

Of course, this is just the number of people.

More than 200,000 Rogue Cultivators and small Sect practitioners can really only make up the number of people.

Of the more than 200,000 people, most of them had been trained by Changmingshan, and there were tens of thousands of people who were traitors who had just been recruited.

These people were scattered and disordered, and Tang Chi led a group of Jiuxuan Mountain disciples to gather them.

On the cliff, leaning against the stone wall, Li San sneered, watching the practitioner's residence in a mess in the distance.

"See, this is Sect."

"That Tang Chi has his role, so the retired elder will still reuse him."

A look of disgust flashed in Li San's eyes, he turned his head, and didn't look at it.

Han Muye stared at it for a while, and saw that the disciples of Jiuxuan Mountain quickly organized their people and arranged them into a square formation under Tang Chi's arrangement.

These things are Tang Chi's strengths.

On the other hand, Li San and the others did not bother to deal with Rogue Cultivators and small Sect practitioners at all.

Let them manage a group of low-level practitioners, they would rather kill a few more people by themselves.

Sect employs people, considering not good and evil, but ability.

For retired elders who have practiced for countless years, they only look at the people who use them and whether there is anything useful in them.

Han Muye glanced over and saw some sturdy soldiers who looked like soldiers were arranged in a phalanx.

He frowned, thinking about it and didn't say more.

Although these soldiers inherited from the Red Flame Army rebels have other thoughts, they are also practitioners of Western Xinjiang at this time, and it is understandable that they are trained in the phalanx.

Even those who betrayed the sect, also compiled and practiced.

Besides, these low-level practitioners are just cannon fodder.

Having seen the methods of the powerhouses in the heavenly realm, Han Muye has a layer of understanding of the powerhouses in his heart.

The truly strong do not care about the number of low-level practitioners, nor do they care about their lives and deaths.

Master Tu Sun turned his sword into Jianhe outside Yuntai Daozong, and he didn't know how many low-level demon clans in the Southern Wilderness were killed.

Who cares about the life and death of these low-level monsters?

Thinking of the demon clan outside Yuntai Mountain, Han Muye raised his head and looked forward.

One after another demon cloud condensed into cloud pillars, floating a hundred miles away.

His face turned serious.

Five Heavenly Realm Demons.

After killing a Heavenly Realm with all his strength and wounding a Heavenly Realm monster, Nanhuang pressed down to the front line, and there were five Heavenly Realm overhaulers.

In the Western Border, all the heavens are added together, and there are only four.

If it wasn't for Master Tu Sun slashing a heavenly realm with one sword and making the opponent jealous, at this time on the Yunchao Ridge, the battle would have already started.

Han Muye shot and killed the big monster in the realm, but the credit goes to Master Tu Sun.

Who believes that a young disciple of the younger generation has the ability to kill the great monster in the heavens?

If you really want such a person, wouldn't the hundreds of years of cultivation of countless strong people in and outside the Yunchao Mountains go to the dog?

The Heavenly Realm Demon was beheaded by Han Muye, and his hatred was counted on the head of Master Tu Sun.

"when--"

The crisp bell rang on Yunchao Ridge, and a figure flew away.

The elite of Taiyi Sword Sect in a white robe, Wanfa Wujiu Sun Jinshi flew down in front of the cliff.

With a complicated look on his face, he cupped hands towards Han Muye and Li Sanyi: "Senior Brother Han, Senior Sister Li, and the various sects on Yunchaoling are discussing matters. The master asked me to invite you to attend."

After he finished speaking, he bowed to Han Muye again and whispered: "Senior Brother Han, I am blind, I apologize to you here."

The elite descendant of Taiyi Sword Sect, the young sword cultivator known as Wanfa's blameless, bowed his head to admit his mistake today, which is really rare.

Li San turned his head to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head, waved his hand and said, "Junior Brother Sun, both of you are from the Western Border, so you don't need to be so polite."

Sun Jinshi raised his head, looked at Han Muye and said, "Senior Brother Han has a lot of them. I have to go and summon others."

"Farewell."

After he finished speaking, his figure moved, turned into a blue light and flew away.

"Why do you think he bowed his head, it's just that he got the benefits of your sacrificial sword." Li San said quietly, and strode to the top of Yunchao Ridge.

When Han Muye killed the great monster in the heaven, he used ten thousand swords to grow into dragons. Those swords were contaminated with the power of the blood spirit of the great Monster Qi, and the quality of the swords improved a lot.

Gu Chu

Whether they like it or not, the owners of those swords are favored by Han Muye. Han Muye smiled, this kind of love, not much can be realized.

"This kind of discussion is to discuss who will die first and who will bleed more."

Li San, who was walking in front of him, spoke lightly, hitting the nail on the head.

Isn't that so?

If there is a big victory, you can also talk about how to distribute materials and spoils.

Now that the situation is difficult, we try our best to support it, not just assigning someone to bear more pressure.

As Li San said, whoever dies first, whoever dies more.

This third sister really sees it thoroughly.

Han Muye shook his head and followed.

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The large tent for discussion is also large, including long tables and seats.

Walking into it, Han Muye could see a big cultivator with a solemn look in his eyes.

Those who can enter this big tent, except for him and Li San's few low-level juniors, the others are at the peak of Kaishen.

The first position was Master Tu Sun, who was sitting still, next to Yang Dingshan, the Qingpao Daoist from Yuntai Dao Sect, and Lu Hao, who were all sitting there with a calm expression.

In this big tent, there are one Heavenly Realm, nine Half Step Heavenly Realm, and dozens of other Golden Core powerhouses.

This power is already equal to 30% of the power of the Western Border Cultivation World.

Of course, whether these people can work together is another matter.

Han Muye and Li San walked in, and many people's eyes fell on them.

Some smiled and nodded, while others remained the same.

Not far away, an old man smiled and waved to Han Muye.

Han Muye and Li San walked over and sat beside him.

Sun Mu, the Golden Core Elder of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, the leader of the first time to Fengshou Mountain.

His Cultivation Base has long been stagnant, and with his lifespan depleted, there is not much time left, and now it can be regarded as a residual heat for Sect.

Han Muye and Li San went over, said hello in a low voice, and sat down to look at the various figures in the tent.

"A sword drifting Li Xixi, kendo exile Han Muye, hehe, not bad, not bad."

Sun Mu looked at Han Muye and Li San with a kind smile on his face.

"You Cultivation Base's combat power can rank in the top ten among the younger generation in Xijiang."

top ten.

Han Muye knew that in the various sectors in the Western Xinjiang, there would be some legacy left behind.

For example, Jiuxuan Jianmen, Deng Chungang, who has only heard of fame, and several masters who are ranked in the forefront of the Inner Sect.

Lingdao Sect and Taiyi Sword Sect, those big sects definitely have hidden powerhouses.

Han Muye looked up and saw a girl in a white dress with a cold face opposite.

Beside the girl, there is a thin Daoist wearing a green robe.

Frozen world Luo Xiaoyu, a genius of Lingdao sect.

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Wuchangshou Chen Er, the dark horse character in Rogue Cultivators.

Seeing Han Muye looking over, the two of them nodded their heads in greeting.

"Everyone, the time is urgent, and the discussion will not be a mere formality." The old man sitting beside Master Tu Sun stood up and cupped hands around him.

The Half-step Heavenly Realm Elder Zheng Wangyuan from Lingdao Sect came here.

The Lingdao Sect is the largest sect in the Western Xinjiang. Although Master Tu Sun is here, it is the Lingdao Sect who is in charge of defense.

In fact, it was Master Tu Sun too lazy to take care of these chores.

He prefers to use the sword directly.

"A total of 387 large and small sects gathered on the Yunchaoling front line, and more than 1.36 million practitioners from all parties."

The number Zheng Wangyuan said was huge, but his expression was not relaxed.

"It seems that there are many people, but in fact, we are still a lot weaker than the monster army."

"The total army of the demon clan on the opposite side is nearly two million, of which five are from Heaven, and seventeen from Half Step Heaven."

His words made the atmosphere in the tent even more gloomy.

How to deal with such a rival?

"My Spiritual Dao Sect is ready to issue another mobilization order."

Zheng Wangyuan looked at the big tent and said solemnly: "Don't expect Nanhuang to stop this time, they really have the heart to annex the Western Border."

Speaking of this, he took a deep breath and said, "The information from the Southern Wilderness has come, and the Xuanyang Guards of Zhongzhou have attacked the Southern Wilderness, and there is a tendency to dominate the Southern Wilderness."

"The Southern Wilderness Monster Race intends to move westward."

Move west!

Where to move to?

Naturally, it is the Western Xinjiang.

Competing for territory has always been life and death, and there is no reason for coexistence.

What's more, if the demon clan wants to come to the Western Xinjiang, they will not be coexisting with the practitioners in the Western Xinjiang.

In the big tent, there is more fighting spirit in the solemn atmosphere.

This is related to the life and death of the Xijiang cultivation world, and there is no escape.

"Everyone, we are staying at Yunchao Ridge, and it only takes three months for the reinforcements from the rear to arrive."

Zheng Wangyuan looked around, nodded to Master Tu Sun, and continued: "I have asked Senior Brother Tu for instructions, and now the defense arrangements for each faction are as follows."

"Mingshan Jianzong is stationed at the horizontal three li on the west side of Yunchao Ridge."

"The Wind Spirit Sword Sect guards the five li of the hill on the west side of Yunchao Ridge."

"Lingdao Sect is responsible for the location of the top of the mountain for ten miles."

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"Jiu Xuan Sword Gate, responsible for the frontier position under the Yunchao Ridge, Bali."

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When walking out of the tent, the masters of all parties flew away.

Han Muye looked to the sky and took a deep breath.

"So, the 200,000 army that Tang Chi compiled and trained was just to die?" He turned back and looked at Lu Hao who was walking slowly.

"Just make the best use of it." Lu Hao's expression was indifferent, his eyes fell on Han Muye.

"Between you and him, you proved yourself with your strength."

"He can only prove it with his own blood."

Looking at Han Muye's face, Lu Hao said lightly, "You are dealing with the battle over the identity of the future ruler of the Nine Profound Sword Sect. Are you treating guests to dinner?"

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