Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

There are many default rules in the spiritual world.

For example, once the practice has been stagnant for too long, it will be difficult to improve.

Conversely, if practitioners who have been wasted for countless years can suddenly improve, then there may be opportunities for rapid growth.

After all, such a person is something that no one else has, whether it is experience or tempering.

Han Muye knew that Mo Yuan, the first person in the Outer Sect of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, flew into the sky, incarnated as the ancestor of Wan Jian, and possessed the power of the Golden Core against the battlefield.

At this time, Lu Hao's face was solemn, and his whole body was surging, blocking Sun Mu's front.

"Junior Brother Sun, you make breakthroughs with all your strength, and I will protect the Fa for you."

Lu Hao shouted loudly, holding a golden long sword in his hand.

In the void, the power of endless golden veins gathered and turned into a shadow of golden light and long sword.

"Roar--"

Before Sun Mu could answer, there was already a hundred-zhang demon cloud surging in the distance, with a piercing shriek, approaching in an instant.

That is a big demon in the half step heaven.

Lu Hao snorted coldly, and the Sword Ray in his hand drew an arc, sharp and flowing, to meet the demon cloud.

"when--"

The golden light collided with the demon cloud, and the sound shook hundreds of miles.

Below, the Demonic Beasts and practitioners under the Foundation Establishment on the battlefield trembled.

Huang Laoliu turned his head to look at the pale Lu Qingping, a strong force emerged from the palm of his hand.

"Sister Ping, don't worry, there is me."

Holding the long sword, he turned to look not far away.

Over there, many people in black robes had gathered around Tang Chi.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Behind the demon clan, the sound of the thundering drums came.

The sound of the drum made the faces of the strong men on Yunchao Ridge solemn.

The demon clan is going to attack across the board!

"Be careful, Jiu Xuan Jianmen can't stop this fight, prepare to rescue."

Zheng Wangyuan kept his eyes fixed on the front and spoke in a deep voice.

Everyone else nodded.

This is not the time for calculation. If the Nine Profound Sword Sect is defeated, it will inevitably affect the entire battle situation, and even cause the entire front to collapse.

At Fengshou Mountain, the front line collapsed, so they had to retreat.

At that time, Yunchaoling had a large army gathered by Jiuxuanjianmen, and temporarily suppressed the defense line.

If we retreat today, there will be no army behind us.

"boom--"

Lu Hao's sword beam slashed the demon cloud on the opposite side. An old man wearing a dark red robe and holding a spear with a strange light flashing in his hand laughed, flew down and rammed into Lu Hao.

Lu Hao swept the sword in his hand and greeted him.

Jianxiu should speak with his own sword.

Not far away, five black demon clouds are gathering.

That is the five heavenly realms of the demon clan, quietly pressing down.

The demon clan only dared to keep attacking because there were five great demons in the heavenly realm.

If it wasn't for the fact that Master Tu Sun killed a big demon before, and made the demon clan jealous, I'm afraid Nanhuang's offensive would have been several times more violent.

On the battlefield below, Demonic Beasts have retreated to the surrounding area, leaving the main battlefield.

A big demon wearing various leather robes flew forward.

Some of these monsters have turned into monsters, or bears, tigers, or wolves. They are several feet tall and fast as lightning.

The light of magic flashes in the hands of some demon clan, and there are streamers of light that are already being sacrificed a few miles away.

This is the real army of demon clans, and every big demon is at least the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Even under a few Foundation Establishments, they are all tyrannical, or have special bloodline power.

Among these big monsters, there are also those who are strong in the realm, with Qi and blood soaring to the sky.

This kind of power is completely unstoppable by the former Rogue Cultivators and small Sect cultivators.

"Kuraga-"

A sword chanted, and Li Xixi, who was wearing a green robe, turned into Sword Ray and fell straight to the battlefield.

Shizhang Sword Ray is like a meteor, bursting in the air, with endless sharpness, smashing down in all directions.

Her Sword Ray was like a signal, and countless Sword Rays rushed down from the top into the battlefield.

The disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect rushed into the battlefield.

Sword Ray, instantly fills, bursts, and shines, filling the whole world.

At this moment, it seems that there is only Sword Ray between heaven and earth.

"Jianxiu, it is indeed, dazzling..." On the Yunchao Ridge, an old man in a green robe shook his head and sighed.

Beside him, Yang Dingshan and the others turned to take a look.

This is Jian Xiu.

practice.

Repair the sword.

Cultivation of mind.

When there is no war, the sword is a companion and a confidant.

In wartime, the sword and oneself are indistinguishable from each other.

The sword is in the man, the sword is broken and the man perishes.

With his hair tied up with a golden crown, Master Tu Sun stepped out of the void with his Sword Qi restrained, holding a Qinghui long sword in his hand.

He is one person and one sword, and he does not show any strange power, but he is the pillar of the entire battlefield and the practitioners of Western Xinjiang.

Without him, the Western Xinjiang human race would have already collapsed.

"Grandma's, do you really want this old man to start killing?"

Master Tu Sun murmured, his body turned into a blue light, and he rammed forward.

In the distance, the cloud pillars of the five great demons oscillated, and it seemed that they had negotiated five to one.

On Yunchao Ridge, other Half Step Heavens also flew.

No one expected that the battle on the front line of Yunchao Ridge would break out at this moment.

In fact, it is normal. The army of monsters is entrenched here, and it is not a treat for dinner. After so many days of testing, all the layouts have already been arranged.

Just waiting for a battle today.

It is a trial and a decisive battle.

"boom--"

The Sword Ray was cut off from Master Tu Sun's hand, as if the sky was torn apart.

Ten thousand feet of sword light, traversing things.

The halo blocked all the brilliance, and only this sword stirred in the demon cloud.

The five Heavenly Realm monsters rushed forward in tacit understanding, attacking and retreating together.

There is Sword Ray clear and bright, and it can be separated from the sword glow of Master Tu Sun.

There are green vines all over the sky, flying leaves fluttering, and wrapping up towards Master Tu Sun.

A sky-supporting iron rod slammed down on Master Tu Sun's head.

There are feathers turned into arrows, like the wind and rain in the sky.

A water dragon roared, carrying clouds and waves.

Although Master Tu Sun was strong in combat, he was not at a level where he could still hurt people before five strong men of the same rank.

His Sword Ray was suppressed by the demon light, the sword light swept across, shattered the arrows, slashed the water dragon, and then withdrew from the battle circle, facing the five heavenly demons with a dignified expression.

With one enemy and five undefeated, this is already a rare swordsman in the world.

But no one knows how long this invincibility can last.

The next sword?

Or the next sword?

If Tu Sunshi loses, the battle in the Western Xinjiang will be lost.

Those Western Border Overhaulers in the Half-step Heaven Realm also knew that they rushed to the battle circle together, but were blocked by the Half-step Heaven Realm monsters with more monsters.

The strength of the Southern Wilderness Monster Race is indeed much stronger than that of the Western Border.

Han Muye stood on the cliff, took a deep breath, raised his hand gently, and Qing Ming and Zi Yan landed in the palm of his hand.

The two swords interlaced, and Han Muye had a Sword Ray rising to the sky.

The prosperity of Sword Ray was not even able to cover the countless Sword Qi beneath the mountain.

"It's Han Muye, the exiled fairy of Kendo!"

"Senior Brother Han is about to take action!"

On the battlefield, countless low voices sounded.

Han Muye has never fought in Cloud Nest, and only fought once.

In that match, he had two swords in hand, forming the Yunchao Ridge front, and he would not retreat.

No one knows that Han Muye's sword slashed through the heavens.

"Om-"

The sword shook.

First a sword.

Then there are countless swords.

Over the battlefield, Master Tu Sun turned his head to look at Han Muye, and said in a low voice, "This brat, really..."

what is it?

No one knows how distressed Master Tu Sun is now. Gu Lao himself condensed his soul Sword Qi for countless years and gave it to Han Muye, thinking that he could make good use of it.

But how long does it last?

This kid is going to use up this divine soul Sword Qi.

Soul Sword Qi!

Above Han Muye's head, a Sword Ray floated.

The Sword Ray gathered into a hundred-zhang long sword, the sword body was slightly illusory, and the patterns on it were simple.

Master Tu Sun gave him the sword of the soul.

It would take a long time for this sword, Han Muye, to be nurtured and transformed into the sword of his own soul.

At this time, Han Muye chose to consume the Sword Qi directly as an envoy.

Because, in his divine treasure, there is a small blue sword, shining brightly!

For the time being, his divine soul power is only enough to warm and nurture a divine soul sword, any more is a burden.

Not at this time, when?

Han Muye put one hand behind his back, and he was in mid-air, growing sword lotus step by step.

"Master Tu Sun senior, it was a pleasure working together last time, why don't you do it again today?"

Han Muye stepped forward and shouted loudly.

Throughout the battlefield, almost everyone looked at Han Muye.

What does he want to do?

The battlefield of the heavenly powerhouses, is a small cultivator able to go?

madman.

Hearing Han Muye's shouts, Master Tu Sun's eyes flashed.

How happy is it to cooperate?

This kid was reminding himself that he still didn't get 20% of the income from his search for Yuntai Dao Sect.

I'm afraid that if I die today, the account is gone?

Looking at Sword Ray on Han Muye's head, Master Tu Sun was full of fighting spirit.

Last time, he cooperated with Han Muye, but he slashed a big demon in the sky with one sword.

Today, he does not have the Sword of Soul, and Han Muye's Sword of Soul may be almost there.

That's not too bad!

"Haha, boy, let's work together again!"

Master Tu Sun jumped up, raised his hand and made a move, the sword of divine soul flew out from Han Muye's head and landed in his palm.

Han Muye stood up in the sky, divine light emerged from his body, urging the sword of divine soul to cooperate with Master Tu Sun.

"boom--"

The sword of the soul was slashed, and the endless coercion within it instantly absorbed the Spiritual Qi and the power of the soul scattered in a hundred miles, condensed into a dark sword, and smashed it on the re-condensed water dragon.

The water dragon roared in pain, shattered, and reconvened into a thin old man in a green robe in the distance.

The old man grimaced in pain.

Master Tu Sun laughed, raised his hand and led the long sword to slash at the old man again: "Fellow daoist Yufan, today I will help you transform into a dragon and become an immortal!"

Seeing Sword Ray attacking, the green-robed old man Yu Fan's ancestors flashed fear in his eyes, moved back, and stepped back.

Master Tu Sun laughed, and slashed again with his long sword.

"Special mother, Master Tu Sun, you've caught my ancestor, right?" Ancestor Yu Fan gritted his teeth and kept backing away.

This sword, he did not dare to take it.

The other four Heavenly Realm powerhouses looked at each other and took a step forward, the demon light condensed.

Master Tu Sun shouted: "It's a good time—"

He swept the big sword in one hand, forcing the four big demons away, and then turned around and landed on Han Muye's side.

"Boy, is the Wanjian Guizong a good ambassador?"

Han Muye turned to look at him and chuckled, "You want to learn?"

Master Tu Sun nodded with a solemn expression: "The sword of the soul is still weaker. I can't stand it just by fighting like this."

The sword of the soul consumes Han Muye's soul, and the envoy of the sword also consumes Master Tu Sun's Sword Qi Cultivation Base.

There are no killers in the five heavenly realms on the opposite side. In today's situation, there are defeats and no victories.

The five big demons were instigated by the cloud, and the pressure filled the sky, rolling in.

Below, everyone looked up and looked at the two figures standing side by side.

Today, Master Tu Sun, the first swordsman in Western Xinjiang, can block the five heavenly realms?

"it is good."

At this moment, Han Muye, who was standing beside Master Tu Sun, took a step forward and shouted loudly.

"I have a sword named Wanjian Guizong, which was created by Mo Yuan, the first person in the Outer Sect of the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

"This sword took two hundred years of Mo Yuan's time, watching thousands of swordsmanship as one sword."

"This sword is not limited by comprehension and aptitude, but only to have a sword in my heart."

On Han Muye, the suppressed Sword Ray condensed into substance, and the golden sword lotuses bloomed around him.

With one hand behind his back, the other hand slowly stretched forward and pointed the sword.

"Master Mo once said that with this sword, a road to the sky will be opened for ordinary swordsmen in the world."

"Today I, Han Muye, teach the arts on behalf of my teacher. This sword can be learned by all swordsmen in the world."

"Everyone, look up-"

Countless practitioners looked up, and Han Muye, who was standing in the air, pointed his fore arm like a sword!

"Wan, sword, return, zong."

Countless sword lotuses exploded, and each petal turned into a phantom.

Each phantom practiced a kind of swordsmanship.

Each type of swordsmanship is condensed into one form.

A sword stabbed out.

A sword.

Ten swords.

Hundred swords.

Thousand swords.

Wan Jian!

Ten thousand swords stabbed, is to return to the ancestors!

The sword lotus dissipated, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Han Muye stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "senior, have you learned it?"

Master Tu Sun nodded, cupped hands bowed: "The master of one sword should be worshipped."

After he finished speaking, he straightened his body, took a step, and looked at the rolling demon clouds in front of him, his eyes filled with endless expressions.

"I, Master Tu Sun, is known as the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier, with a clear mind and a sword as an infant. I think I am invincible."

"Today, we know that swordsmanship is magnificent, and Master Tu Sun is no more than a frog at the bottom of a well."

Above Master Tu Sun's head, a small blue sword appeared.

This sword, condensing the sword's power and the soul, just appeared, and it stunned the Spiritual Qi and Sword Qi in the entire battlefield.

"Fellow Nanhuang fellow daoist, I just learned a ten thousand swords from Master Han, and I invite you to try the sword."

The voice fell, and Sword Ray got up.

Thousands of miles around, all the swords vibrated, flew into the air, attached to the long sword of the soul, and condensed into a sword.

This sword can hold up the sky and cover the sun.

Han Muye's expression changed, and he reached out and took out two purple jade pills and crushed them in his palms, causing all the medicinal power to explode in an instant.

Since crazy, then crazy once!

The purple jade pill in his divine treasure also shattered, and all the medicinal power was transformed into the power of the divine soul, urging the sword of the divine soul to cooperate with Master Tu Sun.

"Senior, I can hold on for ten breaths." Han Muye lowered his voice.

"Ten breaths?"

Master Tu Sun laughed loudly, and stabbed out the long sword that supported the sky.

"Three breaths is enough!"

With a sword thrust out, Master Tu Sun shouted: "Wan, sword, return, Zong—"

The small blue sword above his head exploded, revealing a figure in it.

This figure is only over three feet tall, with a face similar to that of Master Tu Sun, holding a sword in his hand, staggering and clumsily, and stabs it out slowly.

A sword stabbed out, the figure dissipated, and it reappeared. It was already a five- or six-year-old child.

Before stabbing with a sword, Sword Ray is clear.

The phantom reincarnated, and the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy stabbed with a sword like a rainbow.

Seventeen-year-old boy.

Twenty when young.

Thirty years old, with a long sword in green robe, across the world.

Forty, waving a sword, no one can match.

At the age of 100, he threw out the long sword and pointed to the sword.

Two hundred years old, playing with the world, teaching children how to swing the sword with bamboo and wood.

300 years old, hang out with Rogue Cultivators, and discuss swords with Rivers and Lakes.

Four hundred years old.

Five hundred years old.

A thousand years old!

Invincible vertical and horizontal for a thousand years, kendo returned to the ancestors, turned into a sword.

Wan, sword, return, case.