Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

On the river, thousands of geese are fighting for the front.

More and more people gathered on the shore, talking in low voices or meditating along to restore the worn out Spiritual Qi.

Immediately, the elites of the various sects subconsciously accelerated forward and began to compete secretly.

Why are all the good things taken away by this Han Muye?

"For a long time, the inheritance of Jiu Xuan Jianmen's sword pavilion has always been sacrifice. This Han Banxian wants to live for himself. I don't know if it is because of feeling, or if he wants to stand on his own?"

After a while, the Fire Spirit Daoist disciple who asked the question frowned and said, "Han Banxian, what does this story have to do with what you said about practicing for yourself?"

The Sky Crane Wing is different from the Cloud Dragon Sword.

This question seems simple, but it is related to Han Muye's own way.

Maybe I thought about why I wanted to hold a sword back then, but now I don't remember it.

"Eight years after I started, we completed the Sect mission together and met the disciples of Lingdao Sect."

There is no artifact in Tianhe Wing, otherwise it would be considered Magic Treasures.

It seems that when they were on the Tianhe Ridge, the Tianhe Wing was the Tianhe's lair.

For cultivation, for leisure, for possessing the ability to protect the Tao, for the sword in the hand to be able to cut open the world?

Hearing Han Muye's words, Gu Yuanlong burst out laughing, with Sword Qi under his feet, breaking through the waves.

At this time, this man's hope has already condensed into reality.

Become a Sect elite before the age of 100, and compete for the position of the nine factions, who will fail?

On the cloud head, many people turned to look at Tuobacheng.

In this way, it seems that Cultivation Base is only around Qi Condensation, just over Peiyuan.

Hearing that he would not refuse, the young man was overjoyed.

The two fought each other, attracting countless wait-and-sees.

"Don't say, this feather is faster than Zhao Yunlong's guy, but it's still stable, and it doesn't slap your feet when you step on it."

The chase spanned thousands of miles and ended at sunset.

In the future, if Jiu Xuan Jianmen has a chance to win the title, it will govern the western border with the family world?

In the world of practice, shouldn't the spirit of the fairy be swayed freely like this, and between the vertical and horizontal, all things are not filled in the heart?

Experts in the Yuntian Realm have long discovered the Fire Origin Realm, but they can only enter it from the space channel, because there are heaven and earth barriers outside the Fire Origin Realm.

"willing!"

On Jiangxin Island, some people were breathing heavily, their fists were clenched, some people's eyes flashed, and Spiritual Qi and Sword Ray rose on their bodies.

Who still lacks this Spirit Stones on Jiangxin Island?

"I want to know, my generation of sword cultivators holds a sword to fight, and the inheritance of the sword pavilion is a sword that gathers Jiazi's skills. In this case, how can I live for myself?"

On the cloud head, although those Gold Core overhaulers did not speak, their brows were also furrowed.

"Zhongzhou's bullshit laws, people do evil." Someone gritted his teeth and clenched the long sword in his hand.

"Senior Brother Han, what happened to this scholar and his wife?" Lu Gao turned to look at Han Muye.

Draw a sword and kill the sky?

"This kind of grand occasion, I am afraid that the Western Border has never happened in ten thousand years, right?" Above the cloud head, someone whispered with emotion.

"Just." Han Muye paused.

"One day after the third month, when a Confucian scholar and his wife were traveling together, the evil young master took his family slave to rob the Dao, and defiled his beloved wife in front of his face, then cut off his hands and fingers so that he could not write, cut his tongue so that he could not speak, and gouged out his eyes. , making it difficult to distinguish between east and west."

"Kill?" Han Muye shook his head: "Although the humiliated Confucianist wife committed suicide by hanging, but this is suicide, life and death have nothing to do with the evil young master."

Han Muye once said that he lives for himself, but the inheritance of the sword pavilion is all about seeking a sword, and after a sword, it is a mortal.

Nearly a hundred cranes sleep peacefully in this space.

He didn't expect that he couldn't bear to see the collapse of Tianhe Territory, and countless creatures perished, and the act of sending Tianhe Territory into the Fire Origin Realm actually won him the rush of popularity.

He turned into a breeze at this time, floating around the white feathers.

The realm that was about to collapse contained endless resentment, Han Muye took action to resolve it, and this resentment naturally became his aura.

Daoist had blood in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists.

Han Muye waved his hand, and Lu Gao stepped forward, took the Spirit Stones away, and turned to hand it to Han Muye.

Is this Han Banxian trying to enforce the laws of Zhongzhou in Western Xinjiang?

"Brother Han is a good way." Gu Yuanlong stood on the long sword, cupped hands with a smile on his face.

Cloud Dragon Sword is a sword weapon Magic Treasures. Although its combat power is not overwhelming, it is sure to win. It is the mildest among Magic Treasures.

"Han Banxian's methods are really extraordinary." Gu Yuanlong's face flashed with emotion.

Some people gritted their teeth, with uncontrollable hatred flashing in their eyes, and some raised their heads with tears in their eyes.

That is to say, with this thing, it is possible to enter almost any world silently.

Cultivation, cultivating immortals, countless people's hearts are shaking.

The biggest function of this Tianhe Wing is to pass through the space barrier after blessing the power of space in the void!

"I remember that when I entered the practice at the beginning of the year, Jin'er, my junior sister from the same school, was gentle and pleasant, and everyone in my school liked her."

"When one day the world is evil, will you draw your swords and kill the sky?" Han Muye shouted.

The others nodded slightly.

"When one day, when you encounter such evildoers, would you like to draw your sword and cut them off?" Han Muye said again.

It's a pity that the memory of the sword pill and the sword spirit are both integrated with Qingtong, and now they need to be recuperated.

When disaster strikes, there is the power to draw a sword!

But if Han Muye still adheres to the way of Jiange inheritance, then he can't live for himself.

After Han Muye finished speaking, he quietly looked at the river ahead.

Practice is not practice.

A cheerful smile appeared on Han Muye's face. The white feathers under his feet moved, and the white waves were like lines, directly surpassing the Sect elites who were driving the black turtle demon.

Without hesitation, the young man said loudly, "I will draw my sword and kill myself."

This goes against his own words.

On the back of the big black turtle, there are people cupped hands.

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

"Zhou Chenggang, Lingdao Sect, do you still remember the female cultivator in Tsing Yi who beheaded at the foot of Wuluo Mountain 380 years ago?"

It can be seen that, unknowingly, these Sect elites have put aside the rules of the nine factions rearrangement.

His voice fell, and the surroundings were silent, except for the sound of water waves hitting the shore.

"It's natural to draw a sword." On the other side, someone spoke loudly.

"Hehe, I wish I could be born three hundred years later." Beside the black-robed old man, a white-bearded Daoist shook his head with regret.

Looking at it this way, going to Zhongzhou in the future will save you the toll of the Hibiscus Demon.

"Good and evil in the world are inherently indeterminate. My generation does not cultivate swords to kill people, but to have the sword in hand and the power to draw it."

"Xiu acts as oneself, I've heard these words many times, and it's not a lie for Xiu practitioners to renounce their feelings." Beside the river, a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back looked solemn.

Practitioners are unwilling to accept such constraints.

How to live for yourself.

Such swords are suitable as treasures guarded by Sect.

At this time, in his divine treasure, golden light was tumbling.

One treading feathers is like a fairy, and the other is like a dragon.

"Just because Junior Sister Jin'er was dissatisfied with the Spirit Dao Sect robbing us of the elixir to complete the mission, she said one more word."

"As you know, Zhongzhou rules the world with Confucianism and Taoism, and has the laws of the dynasty, and all the people are bound."

Between heaven and earth, his voice echoed.

At this time, not only on Jiangxin Island, but also many people on Tiantian Yun had their spiritual thoughts on Han Muye's body.

With this object to protect his body, this Han Banxian's combat power is unpredictable!

Around the big island, a black turtle moored.

"The blood sprayed like spring water. I tried to press the wound with both hands, but I couldn't."

The young man nodded, looked at Han Muye, and whispered, "Han Banxian, you once said that cultivation is to live well for yourself."

On the cloud, those Gold Core overhauls are silent.

A disciple of the Fire Spirit Dao Sect, Han Muye had met in Tianhe Domain, but his name was unknown.

Is it a lost soldier at home?

Han Muye nodded, looked at the young man, and said lightly, "If this happened to you, what would you do?"

The young man's face was full of joy, and he raised his hand to hold the three Spirit Stones in his hands.

Why hold a sword?

Those elites from various sects are all in high spirits, and they are dressed in Spiritual Qi with high fighting spirit.

Winning or losing doesn't matter.

How should it be?

The elites of various sects meet in the river, or you chase me, or sit and talk, walk together, and the one who shoots and fights a few tricks, arousing the roar of the aura Sword Qi.

Everyone was stunned.

"The scholar and his wife appealed to the county government, and the county government replied that the so-called coveting did not come true, and the county government could only rebuke the evil a few words."

"Could it be that you really cut off your emotions, endure all kinds of hardships, and cultivate into a giant tortoise that can reach the sky for thousands of years?"

Han Muye nodded and said, "Zhongzhou has strict laws, but it's not like drawing a sword."

Before sunset, Han Muye flew and landed on a big island in the heart of the river, and Gu Yuanlong, who followed closely behind, also stepped up.

When Han Muye opened his eyes, not far ahead, a young man in a white robe with a long sword on his back bowed and spoke.

Above the river, the astral wind Spiritual Qi oscillates, breaking the clouds to meet the sun, which is extremely spectacular.

"This Confucian scholar is very talented, and the family is very optimistic. He also married the daughter of a big family. It can be said that he is a young man."

On the stone cliff on the river bank, a middle-aged Daoist wearing a green robe raised his head and looked at the sky.

"The Confucian scholar begged the family again, and the family valued him, but what about the evil young master?"

If the sword pavilion is at odds with the Nine Profound Sword Sect, this is not a good thing for the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

"I lived three hundred and eighty years."

"My generation cultivates, isn't it just for the inexhaustible righteousness in my heart, and when I cultivate the sword, isn't it for the sake of drawing the sword to kill the evil of the heavens?"

Middle State Law.

Sky Crane Wing has almost no fighting power, and its biggest role is to fly away.

As he walked forward, he separated a trace of his mind to explore this Tianhe Wing.

"Kill." Lin Shen, who was holding the big sword, said coldly.

Han Muye ignored him.

Today, I just saw a fairy character!

Today, on Jiangxin Island, countless people are teenagers.

And Han Muye can perceive the existence of space power from the Sky Crane Wing.

Even if this Magic Treasures doesn't look like a combat type, it's still Magic Treasures.

Speaking of this, he laughed: "But I am usually bored in the sword pavilion. The disciples in the sect come to lead the sword, and they can help solve the problems of cultivation. Most of them will not refuse."

Yuchen, also known as Yuniang by Daoist Daoist.

Most of these fish demons have been tamed and will not escape if they stay alone.

In the middle of the river, Han Muye stepped on the white feather under his feet, with a calm expression on his face.

Han Muye shouted loudly, and the sound shook hundreds of miles.

However, without the original sword spirit and memory, Han Muye saved the time of refining and refining directly, which was much faster.

At this moment, countless auras arose in the heart of Jiang, and around the big island, one by one Sect elite Lotus Position was sitting, practicing breath regulation.

"The law requires evidence."

After all, maybe one day when it rains or snows, the big demon will arrange for him to stay in the spiritual land, right?

At this moment, everyone is waiting for Han Muye's choice.

The middle-aged Daoist's body was filled with aura, and the Sword intent soaring into the sky condensed into one, his eyes fixed on the sky, and he shouted loudly.

Around, those practitioners also looked at Jiang Xinguang, and their minds were full of thoughts.

All be happy.

When disaster strikes, do you have the power to draw a sword?

Some people ride the big fish against the current, some walk on the waves, some people's swords are shining, some people are stepping on jade belts and flying feathers...

So free and easy, just now can be regarded as a cultivator!

Han Muye's voice was slow and slow.

The smile on the young man's face froze, and then he heard Han Muye continue: "Just ask me a question, I want to receive Spirit Stones."

Han Muye let out a long laugh: "My generation cultivates, isn't it when disaster strikes and has the power to draw a sword?"

On both sides of the river bank, until the night fell, there were only one figure after another.

"The story I told happened to a Confucian scholar."

"This law can protect those who are law-abiding and restrain those who are malicious."

Han Muye closed his eyes, and his divine thoughts were gathered into the divine treasure.

On the head of the cloud, the expressions of everyone in the Lingdao Sect became more gloomy.

In the future, whose world will Xijiang be?

Running thousands of miles on this river is really exciting.

Its speed is so fast that if it can be driven to the extreme, it will not be able to keep up with the overhaul of Nascent Soul in the heavenly realm.

Many people frowned.

"I lived as a 380-year-old tortoise!"

Three middle grade Spirit Stones?

Haoran qi needs to be improved, and people's hope needs the gathering of living beings.

As for the improvement of Haoran Qi, it was because of Tianheyu's gratitude.

Han Muye turned his head and said, "Three middle-grade Spirit Stones, one question."

On Jiangxin Island, Han Muye Lotus Position was sitting, with Lin Shen and Lu Gao standing guard behind him.

"I only saw Xijiang's cultivation flourishing today." An old man in a black robe on the bank of the river looked at Jiang Xin with his hands behind his back, and said in a low voice.

Many people turned their heads to look at the Spirit Dao Sect powerhouse in front, and then looked at Tuoba Cheng who was flying like a sword.

As for the river bank, some people from Cultivation Base also laughed and repeated Han Muye's words, and also whispered about the situation in Zhongzhou.

This time, many more people answered.

Before the gathering of various sects, the scene of the dragon boats holding a group disappeared.

Han Muye is familiar with the newly acquired treasure, and Gu Yuanlong gathers power with waves.

For those who are not tame, those Sect disciples will not leave their backs, but sit only in Lotus Position.

And in his Qi Sea, the air of popularity has condensed into deep purple, and it is still gathering.

"The law has a cloud, killing people to pay for their lives, paying debts and paying money, the people of Zhongzhou all obey the law."

"If you practice only for survival, you don't dare to draw the sword in your hand in case of injustice, and you still cultivate a shitty sword?"

You must know that when the Lingdao Sect established this rule, no one dared to go against the tens of thousands of Sects in the Western Xinjiang.

"Spiritual Dao Sect disciple slashed through Junior Sister Jin'er's chest and abdomen with a blade of wind."

"This long feather is actually a piece of Magic Treasures..." Someone whispered on the cloud head.

Slowly sensing the strength of Tianhe Wing, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

"If I were in Zhongzhou, I would have drawn my sword and murdered."

"Cultivation of oneself, isn't it to be able to enjoy the mind, to be free and immortal?"

If what Han Muye says doesn't match what he does, one day, the avenue will collapse.

East China Sea swordsmanship, a sword can gather thousands of waves.

Although Han Shixian's practice has been ruined, he has Magic Treasures to protect him.

Can see through, really forget it?

"Don't kill this?" Lu Gao was taken aback and shouted loudly.

After practicing for countless years, they have long seen through these major repairs.

"Wish!" Lin Shen replied loudly.

With a slight tremor, Han Muye poured Sword Qi in his palm, and a faint aura shone around him.

Han Muye's eyes were deep, and he sighed in a low voice: "One day, when this Confucian scholar asks for help, will you draw your sword for him?"

For a time, on Jiangxin Island, on both sides of the river bank, there was a lot of noise.

Forget it, that Spirit Stones still have to come out.

Lu Gao bluntly handed a piece to Lin Shen, and tucked a piece into his arms. Han Muye took the Spirit Stones and raised his head: "Let's talk."

For a time, countless hands tightly gripped the hilt of the sword.

Turning his head to look around, Han Muye shook his head, turned his eyes to the river, and said softly, "Tell me the story of Zhongzhou that I read from the classics."

One after another, the aura of aura flashed, and then poured into Dantian Qi Sea.

"Han Banxian, I don't know, I don't know if I might ask a question."

"Such wicked people should have been punished long ago!" Someone shouted loudly, gnashing their teeth.

The two smiled at each other.

"Senior Brother Han!"

Han Muye's voice was not loud, but Jiangxin Island was full of elites, and they could hear the thoughts of the gods.

On the surface of the river walking on the waves, someone bowed.

Hearing the young man's words, Han Muye nodded with a smile: "The name of exile is all the fellow daoists love, how can I be exiled?"

"Han Banxian!"

This guy is stimulated.

If you don't live for yourself, you are violating the words of the Dao that he said.

Yuntou Shanghang needless to say.

chase, or escape.

The power in Qi Sea's divine treasure was clearly investigated, Han Muye's palm moved lightly, and a jade-colored sword pill appeared.

After a moment of silence, Han Muye chuckled lightly: "Before answering this question, I would like to ask, why do I hold a sword?"

Han Muye's expression didn't change, his eyes swept around, and he said lightly, "If this kind of thing is on you, what should I do?"

"I remember the whispers in my sister's mouth to keep me alive."

There have been countless years of fly camping dogs in the cultivation world in the Western Xinjiang, and the lesser one is this Immortal Qi!

"Brother Gu, you were born in the East China Sea, so you won't lose to Han in your ability to control water and ride waves, right?" Han Muye let out a long laugh, and his feet flashed, directly surpassing Gu Yuanlong.

No one answered Han Muye's question.

"Later?" Han Muye said indifferently: "Later, the Confucian student had an epiphany and became a scholar of Confucianism and Taoism. With the words of Haoran Qi condensing, the county magistrate came forward and severely punished the evil young man, imprisoned for ten years, and exiled thousands of miles."

"Don't kill such wicked people, the law of shit."

After Han Muye finished speaking, everyone around him stared.

"I also fell in love with her, but I never dared to express it."

On the banks of the river, the eyes of the black-robed old man who had spoken before shone brightly, looking at Jiang Xin's position.

"But one day, the Confucian scholar's wife cried and said that an evil young man in the city coveted her beauty and wanted to behave badly."

No wonder Zhongzhou wants to suppress the Quartet and guard the mortal world.

After thinking about the young man's words, many people's expressions became solemn.

Oiwa Daoist's voice came.

It's a pity that most of these practitioners on the shore couldn't keep up with Cultivation Base, they chased after them and got lost.

"Young Master Evil did evil things, but he didn't kill anyone. He killed someone for his life. He didn't kill anyone, so why should he pay for his life?"

"I am alive."

"Young Master Evil apologized and left with a long smile."

With Tianhe Wing in hand, Han Muye only needs to spend some Spiritual Qi to activate Tianhe Wing to pass through the barrier between heaven and earth.

This kind of appearance is very similar to the scene when Gold Core overhauled Taoism.

Han Muye listened quietly without saying a word.

Han Muye took a piece and waved, "Old rules."

"Brother Gu, the waves are surging for thousands of miles, and the gathering momentum is extraordinary." Han Muye turned his head with a smile.

Above the clouds, some were smiling, others were silent.

"If it were me, if someone dared to look at me dao companion one more time, I would kill him."

Youthful ambition.

On the banks of the river, the original noise of the practitioners who were sitting around turned into silence.