Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Donghai Jianxiu, gathered for millions of miles, came with the might of a sword.

This sword was cut thousands of miles away.

What I think in my heart travels a million miles.

Those Zhongzhou sword cultivators, as well as the disciples who were new to the Nine Profound Sword Sect, all looked at Han Muye with great curiosity.

Han Muye's voice was not loud and his speaking speed was not fast.

It's just that when he turned around, his entire body froze.

On Han Muye, the original peace slowly dissipated.

He raised his head and looked at Han Muye who was standing in front of the sword pavilion.

At this time, Han Muye, who was standing in front of the Jiange, raised his head with a look of emotion on his face.

He walked down from the sword pavilion and received this sword, which was his respect for the third prince of the East China Sea.

"The world's sword cultivators have gathered, and my Jiu Xuan Sword Sect does have the appearance of Sacred Land."

Mr. Mo Yuan is so skilled with swordsmanship, what does Han Muye from the Western Border mean when he does not accompany the East China Sea, but shrinks on the Jiuxuan Mountain?

"You guys, are you going to challenge me?"

It is not ashamed to be the first to use a sword in front of a character like Kendo Immortal.

It was obviously an instant, but everyone could hear his stabs with one sword and one sword, one sentence at a time.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he has a refined air.

As for the sword that can defeat his Qingao, in the entire East China Sea, few people can do it, right?

The first sword is the potential, the second sword is the sword!

As the No. 1 sect in Western Xinjiang, those disciples felt a sense of abandoning me.

"Traveling a million miles, this sword did not disappoint me."

Seeing Wan Dao Xingying coming with his sword, Han Muye showed a smile.

"Han Banxian, you should be able to resist, right?" Someone whispered, with hope on their faces.

"when--"

The disciples surrounding them all looked blank.

In this stab, the arrogance of the swordsman, the bravery of the swordsman, and the invincibility of the swordsman.

The Donghai Jiaolong family, a peerless genius, Qing Ao, the third prince of the Donghai Dragon Palace, went to the western border to challenge Han Muye.

Ten tricks?

The surrounding disciples were stunned.

Outside the sky, Sword Ray fills the sky.

So far, Han Muye has understood.

Han Muye turned his head and glanced at the top of Jiuxuan Mountain.

Standing in front of the sword pavilion, Han Muye looked up at the sky, then showed a smile on his face, and waved his hand: "You guys stand back for a while, I'll take a sword from a fellow daoist from Donghaiyuan."

Han Muye waved his hand.

Qing Ao knelt down on one knee, leaning on the broken sword in his hand, and lowered his head in front of the ninth stone steps of the sword pavilion.

Whether it is momentum or strength, this sword is impeccable.

Qing Ao's voice fell, and the person had already arrived at the Qingshi Square outside the Jiange Pavilion.

"Donghai Tianjiao, he can actually comprehend kendo to this level." A white-haired old man showed a gloomy look on his face.

"Boom-"

Han Muye waved his hand and rolled up half of the blade.

Before the sword pavilion, phantoms appeared one after another.

Then he walked out of the Dragon Palace and challenged the place where the human race lived.

If Qing Ao wants to worship under his own door, he needs to see Han Muye and obtain Han Muye's consent.

Kendo practice, after Wanjian returns to his ancestry, is a realm where one sword transforms into ten thousand swords.

The sword of a million miles seemed to be extremely tyrannical, but it couldn't resist Han Muye's stab.

The sword in his hand thrust out.

The pressure of Sword Ray almost broke their hearts.

He turned his head, and flames rose in his eyes.

Hundred tricks?

The world is sharp, all in this thorn!

He finally understood why Han Muye took the sword himself.

This kind of fearful Sword Ray turned into broken clouds and dispersed without a word from Han Muye.

...

The sky, shouting with excitement and fighting intent.

These are the practitioners who came from the western Xinjiang after hearing the news.

Holding the sword in front of him, Han Banxian didn't even look at it, but he wanted to take a sword from Donghai Jianxiu.

The greatest respect for Jianxiu is to greet him with the sword in his hand.

On the top of the mountain, there is aura interweaving everywhere, stabilizing the rock.

Han Muye put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said lightly, "This sword won't work."

do not know.

In front of such a strong man, he could not even have the courage to draw a sword.

"The rainforest swordsmanship of the Cangshan Sword Sect in the East China Sea is a pity that it lost its mellowness during the heavy rain."

"Haha, so it is, so it is!"

Wan Dao phantom broke away, and Han Muye returned the sword to its sheath.

They were directly imprisoned by the sword with the power of the sky before, and they didn't even have the ability to sense.

After ten years of sword training, he chose a kendo master when he succeeded.

Luo Teng secretly set himself the goal of being unbeaten in three moves and taking five moves.

The Cangshan Sword Sect strongly supported the fact that the core descendants of the Jiaolong clan worshiped under Mo Yuan's sect.

no.

"I am proud of my cultivation, and I am the arrogance of the Donghai Jiaolong family."

This is the result of the superposition of luck and the accumulation of resources.

Poised for a million miles, a sword shatters mountains and rivers.

From Jiu Xuan Jianmen to the number one in Western Xinjiang, in the past two years, experts in Sect have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Han Muye pointed his long sword forward and stared.

Luo Teng and the Zhongzhou swordsmen behind him were not much better.

As the third prince of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, Qing Ao has access to the best cultivation resources in the East China Sea.

Cultivation, isn't that what it is?

Another sword.

In the phantom, Qing Ao held the sword and led the endless waves to strike down, Han Muye didn't move, the sword edge was like a reef, and his sword broke through the waves.

"I heard about Han Banxian's name earlier, and Luo Teng is here today. I also ask Han Banxian to teach me."

On Jiuxuan Mountain, a bell rang melodiously.

...

Everyone stared at Han Muye.

A sword is stabbed, and the sword is commented.

At this moment, on Jiuxuan Mountain, Sword Ray condensed.

After speaking, he stood up, dragged the broken sword, turned and left.

Broken Sword pointed at Han Muye, Qing Ao's body was full of fighting spirit: "It won't last long, what is borrowed is borrowed after all."

You travel thousands of miles and draw your sword to entertain guests.

Another sword.

Standing in the middle of the bluestone square, Luo Teng only felt a surge of anger in his heart.

Yang Mingxuan's combat power is so strong that even the Half Step Heaven Realm can fight.

Han Muye stood on the stone steps of the Jiange Pavilion, turned his head, and looked at Luo Teng and others.

On the bluestone square in front of the sword pavilion, those Jian Xiu from Zhongzhou trembled on their shoulders, unable to control themselves.

The Jiaolong family has a strong bloodline, and cultivation does not require much experience, and there are very few swordsmanship skills.

It was not him who came to challenge.

Back to the original restoration, the sword is the sword, and the murder weapon!

Han Muye glanced around, glanced at the sky, then turned and walked back to the sword pavilion.

But Qing Ao was an exception.

He came to get the sword to get Han Muye to agree, and even had an opinion on the identity of Han Muye, the first disciple of Mo Yuan's seat.

"All things in the world are in front, only a sword in hand."

Sword in hand, draw sword, stab forward.

Seeing Wan Dao phantom culling approaching, Han Muye let out a long laugh and stepped out.

As long as Han Muye nodded or agreed, he would not hesitate to use his sword.

Behind him, the ferocious tiger phantom paced gently.

Donghai Heavenly Dao, contaminated with the sharpness of kendo.

When he left the customs and went to the Cangshan Sword Sect to challenge Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan had been sealed for ten years and was ready to raise it.

"I will go to the East China Sea in his new year, I hope you won't let me down."

A sword traversed thousands of miles, beheaded dozens of black turtle monsters, and split an island with a radius of 100 miles.

Han Muye will go to Donghae!

handsome.

This little girl is on the mountain, I'm afraid she will be suffocated.

The sound was thousands of miles away, the heavens and the earth shook, and the clouds rolled and rolled, turning into a sword.

As for the back, if you can fight serious injuries to ten strokes, you will definitely have a smooth road on your own cultivation road in the future.

This third prince's cultivation talent is unparalleled, and he overwhelmed the younger generation of the Jiaolong family.

Such a tyrannical Sword Ray, who can catch it?

"Zhongzhou kendo practitioner Luo Teng has seen Jiuxuan Jianmen Jiange Han Muye Elder." The young man with the sword took a step forward, showing war intent in his eyes, cupped hands in a salute.

In the phantom, Qingao's swords overlapped and rolled down, Han Muye didn't move, the sword was like a reef, and his sword broke through the waves.

In other words, the first sword, Qing Ao came from the world, and this second sword was his real perception.

A walk, as if thousands of miles of waves gathered together.

When the words fell, Qing Ao turned into a thousand and ten thousand, and slammed into Han Muye.

In front of the sword pavilion, Yang Mingxuan's hand was on the hilt of the sword, and there was blood in his eyes.

The power of a million miles of retrograde movement, who can stop this sword?

In terms of swordsmanship, this Qing Ao can be ranked in the top 50 among young people in the East China Sea.

On him, there is a sword cultivator who should be fierce and arrogant. In Han Muye's hand, a long sword appeared.

As Han Muye's voice fell, the sky, the sword ray of the sky shattered with a bang!

In the next hundred years, Qing Ao was a frequent visitor to the Five Great Sword Sects of the East China Sea.

With another sword, a phantom was penetrated by the sword's body.

In the phantom, Qing Ao's sword edge mobilized the power of a million miles of mountains and rivers, Han Muye was motionless, his sword edge was like a rock, and his sword broke through the waves.

Every phantom, every sword, they can't see through, can't see clearly, can't understand.

"it is good!"

"Today, I've come to the Western Border, and please ask Han Muye of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect to pick me up with a sword."

With a stab, a phantom was pierced.

Such powerhouses are specially here to challenge Han Banxian of Jiange!

It is also a respect for a swordsman.

"It's a pity that I'm not good at it."

At this time, the wind and thunder entrained by Qing Ao's sword was not only his own perception, but also the perception of Donghai Heavenly Dao.

Seeing that he would not leave, Mo Yuan stood on Cangshan Island where the Cangshan Sword Sect was located and slashed a sword from the distance.

As for Han Muye not being able to catch a sword, or being able to beat him, he never thought about it.

What challenge?

Streams of light scattered towards the various sects in the Western Border.

But it was arranged by Han Muye before.

I don't know what kind of care this is.

Take a sword from Donghai Jianxiu?

"Senior Brother Yang, I want to go to the secret place to sharpen it again." Luo Teng looked at Yang Mingxuan and said in a low voice.

At this moment, between the heavens and the earth, it seems that only this person has a sword.

Walking to the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain, Qing Ao turned his head and whispered softly.

How will Han Muye take this sword?

Zhang Cheng, the Sect Leader of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, said that there is a horn in the secret realm that can block thunder.

He looked at Han Muye with a bright look in his eyes.

Unlike Jianxiu, he is more like a Confucian scholar in Zhongzhou who is full of poetry and books.

Unfortunately, it is very strange that Han Muye did not respond to him.

Entering the western border, one step at a time, the Sword intent condenses and becomes a general trend.

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell rang.

It is truly an unparalleled generation of kendo talent, a sword that has been smashed in a million miles, and can make another sword.

I don't know how Luo Teng, who can pick Brother Yang Mingxuan's long sword, can do it under Elder Han?

How could Yang Mingxuan's current combat power be defeated by these Zhongzhou Jianxiu who came to challenge him.

Qing Ao came to the Western Border. If Han Muye could pick him up, he would take Han Muye to the East China Sea and serve in front of Mr. Mo Yuan.

By the way, take Huangzhihu down the mountain for a walk.

Such a person, is it really the exiled immortal who traverses the swordsmanship of the Western Xinjiang and opens the gate of heaven with his sword?

Donghai Heavenly Dao and Donghai Jianxiu have been in harmony for thousands of years.

Han Muye stabbed the sword out of his hand and greeted him with the sword.

Facing Qing Ao's sword, Han Muye chose to stab with his sword.

The message from Jin Jialin was brief, that is, Qing Ao of the East China Sea Jiaolong Clan was coming to challenge Han Muye, hoping that Han Muye would take care of the alliance between the Jiaolong Clan and Jiu Xuan Jianmen.

Holding the broken sword, the expression on Qing Ao's face went from stunned to dazed to uncontrollable excitement.

Everyone let the way, watching Qing Ao dragging his sword, his expression was a bit lonely, but also a bit free.

The long sword roared, and the two-foot-long sword fell on the bluestone square.

On the mountain, Sword Ray rushed into the sky one after another.

With such a sword stance, even his Tuoba Cheng did not dare to say that he could catch it without damage.

Therefore, Qing Ao came to the Western Xinjiang.

Before Jiange, there was chaos in front of those low-level disciples.

This sword suppressed Qing Ao.

Han Muye did not draw the power of heaven and earth, did not fight with swords, and did not use the soul Sword Qi.

Luo Teng and the people behind him shook their heads subconsciously.

After Wanjian returns to his ancestry, the sword transforms into Wandao!

young.

In order to become the Sacred Land of Kendo, Jiuxuan Mountain in the Western Border will have to overcome the East China Sea and the East China Sea Heavenly Dao!

The wind and waves are endless, and the mountain peaks stand still.

On the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, Tuobacheng clenched his fists.

The Sword intent on him dissipated.

Qing Ao was very unwilling not to fight Mo Yuan.

Nonsense is an insult.

With this swordsmanship, the world can go.

There is no aura shining, there is no wanton wind, and there is no Sword intent.

Everyone around was full of eyes.

Every phantom was broken open by the sword's edge.

Only the sword pavilion Han Banxian can take over the sword of Qingao!

This is Jiange Han Elder, Han Muye, the exiled swordsman of the Western Border.

Outside the Jiuxuan Mountain, silhouettes stood in the air.

challenge?

Oiwa Daoist's communication is very detailed.

Jian Xiu, it is really wonderful to be able to gather this sword.

This voice is thousands of miles away!

Under this sword, the entire sword pavilion will probably be destroyed, right?

Han Muye is ready to check it out.

"Donghai Jiaolong swordsmanship? Too bad, there is no room for turning around."

Qing Ao smiled and stepped forward, dragging the sword in his hand and slashing it towards Han Muye!

"Donghai Qingao, please take the sword from Han Muye from the Nine Profound Sword Sect—"

At this time, Qing Ao pulled out his sword and turned into a thousand phantoms.

Perhaps, Jiu Xuan Sword Sect must gather the strength of the entire sect to resist this sword.

"Are the juniors now so terrifying?" he whispered, his eyes showing fighting intent.

What breaks is the confusion.

"Kuraga-"

On the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, Sect Leader Tuoba was established in front of the Great Hall with Sword intent.

Fortunately, this powerhouse challenged Han Shixian...

In the sky above the sword pavilion, the spiritual light burst, as if the heaven and the earth were about to overturn, and the mountains and rivers Star fell.

What kind of swordsman is this?

The long swords collided, and a roar sounded.

But with the physical strength that overwhelms everything, and the strong blood pressure that radiates from his body when the battle is in full swing, Qing Ao's swordsmanship can be ranked in the top ten among the younger generation of Donghai.

Qingao's sword was broken under Han Muye's will.

The sword is on the sky, and the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect just find it difficult to raise their heads, and there is endless pressure.

Not only Qing Ao thought this way, but also the hundreds of sword cultivators who had followed Qing Ao all the way from the East China Sea.

Tuoba Cheng looked at the Chong Xiao Sword Ray, and released the palm of his hand.

"boom--"

At these critical moments, it is as easy as breaking the bottleneck for practitioners to break through the bottleneck.

A light curtain rose.

He went retrograde all the way, gathering momentum with clouds and water, and when he left the East China Sea, he had already become the true meaning of kendo, Sword Ray pierced through the air.

"Boom-"

"Senior Brother Han, I lost." Yang Mingxuan cupped hands and said softly.

Until Qingao's long sword was broken, the general trend of heaven and earth dissipated, and everyone gasped heavily and showed fear on their faces.

Han Muye didn't speak, just raised his hand, and Sword Ray held another point in his hand.

Seeing Sword Ray coming down, Luo Teng and the others were all horrified.

Every time the young man took a step, Jiuxuan Mountain shook once.

Such a sword can be urged by manpower?

The waves crashed against the shore, the waves shattered, and the stone did not turn.

Turning his eyes to the direction of Jiange, Tuoba Cheng showed a curious look on his face.

Can the Western Xinjiang kendo block the invasion of the Eastern Sea kendo?

The arrogance of the East China Sea Flood Dragon Clan, the peerless sword cultivator of the East China Sea.

"Senior Brother Han, I'll be waiting for you in the East China Sea."

How to take this sword?

Qing Ao practiced in Closed Door Training a few years ago, and did not know about Mo Yuan's challenge to the East China Sea.

You don't even have the qualifications to draw a sword, so what's the challenge?

Yang Mingxuan nodded.

To challenge this kind of thing, there must be a first come first, right?

As for picking up such a sword, it's a joke, I can't pick up a sword.

Across the Southern Wilderness, the waves travel hundreds of miles, and Sword Ray runs through the east and west, and can be seen for thousands of miles.

Qing Ao raised his head and nodded.

It's Jiange Han Muye.

Then, Qing Ao was about to bow down to Mo Yuan's door.

"Millions of miles of momentum turned out to be all false."

At this moment, the people around seemed to see raging waves, thousands of mountains shattered, smoke waves raging, and clouds and mountains rose up one after another.

Before the sword pavilion, the wind was light.

Waiting for a long time, watching the battle for a long time, don't you just want to see the sword pavilion Han Elder take action?

A sword comes from the west, and thousands of miles rise to the sky.

If you can't catch a sword, why should you consider it?

These thousands of Sword Rays, Luo Teng knew that he could not take any of them.

"Liufeng Sword? Yes, if you can transform into Liufeng and blend with the sword, it will be worth seeing."

At this moment, Luo Teng only felt cold in his heart.

Because in this thorn, there is an indomitable forward, with a boundless edge.

Sword Ray is as clear as water and can wash away all the dust.

The opening of the secret realm of the Southern Wilderness Myriad Demons is coming soon.

Mo Yuan hesitated for a long time, saying that Han Muye was the only one under his family.

"East China Sea, Kendo Sacred Land, my Western Border, how can I compare..." A middle-aged Daoist turned his head and looked into the distance, his face blank.

But in an instant, he commented on Wan Jian.

There are countless sword cultivators in the East China Sea. After defeating dozens of sword cultivators with his combat power, the third prince of Jiaolong felt bored and learned swordsmanship.

"Learn the sword, and no one can beat your peers in the East China Sea."

According to the care of Yuanlong, he and Qing Ao have compared swords, this person is really strong in combat.

Conversely, those small Sects and even Rogue Cultivators encountered bottlenecks and felt timid in their hearts, but they were even more wasted and unable to make breakthroughs.

In a word, the sword is broken!

That aura and Yuntao Sword intent covered all the vast world.

What's more, Xijiang?

Half a month ago, Jin Jialin and Daoist Daoist, who was far away in the East China Sea, both sent messages to Jiange.

This is the collision of Heavenly Dao!

Lightly pressing his hand on the hilt of the sword, Luo Teng stared into Han Muye's eyes.

Han Muye walked to the nine-story stone steps in front of Jiange, and the disciples in the bluestone square were busy bowing and giving salute.

Can you jump in?

He wants to look good on that Donghai Jianxiu who jumped in line!

Qing Ao didn't come to ask Han Muye's opinion.

Outside the Jiuxuan Mountain, a tall and straight young man wearing a green robe with eyebrows like a sword, dragged a long sword in his hand and walked step by step.

Yes, only like a mortal Practitioner, with a sword.

If he can take a few more swords, he is willing to meet Han Muye's peers.

Is this the real big cultivator battle?