Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Han Muye came to find Huang Laoliu for business.

The eight sword cultivators turned pale, and took a step back in unison.

Han Muye shook his head with a smile, the sword in his hand was shining brightly, and a sword stabbed in front of him.

Of course it was fatal.

"Om-"

He took out the scroll he got from Zhou Bangyu, the guardian of the divine court, and handed it to Huang Laoliu.

These people are shining with aura, and they are obviously strong.

Competing for treasures is not a dinner invitation.

On him, the converging demonic intent suddenly rose, and a demonic dragon roared into the scroll.

In Huang Laoliu's view, only one's own strength is fundamental.

The eight people looked at each other with relieved expressions on their faces.

The Sword Ray in his hand kept on, drawing a stream of cyan light, constantly fighting.

"Unless it is a last resort, you can't really do what I say."

Knowing what Huang Laoliu said is right, gathering all the power of this side, wrapping it in it, and then confronting those Powers, this is a way.

"Even if you make sacrifices, you can only attract endless Devil Dao."

He has seen the wood god make a move, and he has seen that palm shatter the divine court.

Huang Laoliu's eyes showed fighting intent, and he whispered: "It's a big deal, let the world become a demon, let's see how they sacrifice."

When he was in Jiange, Han Muye was the kind of dancer with long sleeves, and his reputation spread all over Jiuxuan Mountain.

The map of Sheji became the map of the magic dragon.

"boom--"

"This fellow daoist, since he's here, everyone who sees it has a share. Let's work together to break down this attic. What's the treasure, let's each rely on chance." A Daoist wearing a black robe said in a low voice.

"With this treasure, I can exert a hundred times my combat power, even if it is Tianzun, I can also kill it."

The scroll wrapped by the dragon slowly unfolded.

A look of confusion flashed across the faces of the eight sword cultivators standing with their swords in hand.

"There is no possibility of compromise. Since these Powers have moved the mind to open Shengxiantai, the more you prevent him from opening it, the more he wants to open it."

"it is good."

I only invested in it, how can I cut it?

"Look at the Devil Dao method, if you can make sacrifices."

must die.

In an instant, the entire 3,000-mile radius of the sealed world was swept away by demons, and the power of Senhan seemed to devour the entire world.

Obviously, Zhao Zhenghe is also a part of Han Muye's calculations.

Han Muye flew away, but after a while, he found the Seventh Stage sword tower scattered in the corner of a meteorite.

Huang Laoliu killed from the bottom to the top in Devil Dao, but instead was a Killing intent.

In the absence of outsiders to snatch, he has become the master of this sword tower, just need to slowly refine it.

Han Muye shook his head and said, "Sixth brother, you should refine this treasure and become more familiar with its secrets."

The fourth floor of the sword tower was lit, and he already had the control of most of the sword tower.

The knife light dissipated, three faceless dark guards appeared, and then a figure slowly appeared, who is Zhao Zhenghe, who is not the shadow Tianzun?

Seeing the sword box in white clothes, he frowned.

Zhao Zhenghe laughed, his figure attracted the faceless dark guard and left.

Their strength is unstoppable.

Holding the scroll in his hand, Huang Lao Liu's eyes flickered.

Han Muye stabbed with a sword, then withdrew his sword, another Sword Technique.

"I'll take this girl to practice it again, but she still has too few battles with the strong."

There must be a good dad.

How Huang Laoliu taught his daughter, Han Muye didn't have much power to control at this time.

All allies and transactions are just a combination of interests.

The way of his practice, kendo is the main, other Alchemy, Confucianism and Taoism are assisted by various cultivation methods. The progress of cultivation is fast, but he is not really aggressive.

The big cultivator who was in front of him was no longer the old Huang Laoliu who only wanted to live a mortal life in Jinyang City.

He glanced at the shining sword pavilion with a hint of regret on his face.

This sword, Sword Ray, is also dazzling, and the power displayed is similar to those of those people.

Hearing his words, Huang Lao Liu laughed and put away the scroll.

They are also happy to see Han Muye hide, anyway, when this treasure is opened, whoever contributes more will have more chances in the end.

Everyone was even more delighted, burying their heads and swinging their swords, the delivery was faster.

At most for the time being, he can't exert the full power of the sword tower.

Don't talk about the chance Han Muye gave him before, just talk about Han Muye, he can't see through it.

"If it was really crazy, it would have died long ago."

In front of such Power, no amount of calculations are in vain.

"Other things, just go with the flow."

However, seeing Huang Zhihu standing aside, Han Muye still took out a Magic Treasures sword and handed over various spiritual materials and medicine pills in a small pocket.

The current situation in the land of Taoism seems to be a general dispute, but in fact it depends on whether it will be sacrificed.

Things are good, but unfortunately...

Kill Zhao Zhenghe?

Outside the sword tower, the aura shattered.

Han Muye nodded.

"According to my opinion, if you directly take down the fairy spirits with all your strength, and then swept across this ten thousand miles, there will be nearly 30 years before the end of the Dao struggle. After 30 years of accumulation, you can still have the power to fight. "

The swords of the eight of them were in front of the sword tower, just competing with the remnants of the formation outside the sword tower.

Dao Dao Sword Ray penetrated into the sword tower, and the bottom layer of the sword tower began to light up slowly.

The sword pavilion shook, and the Fifth Stage shone brightly.

He evoked the sound of wind and thunder, and the roar exploded, spreading his anger on those who were fleeing in front of him.

Shadow Tianzun, who has always been cautious, does not do things he is not sure about.

Teach Huang Zhihu well, and now send it back to Huang Lao Liu, he has done his best, how can he interfere at this time.

Han Muye.

There are very few things in the world that can be called treasures.

What he said is also what Han Muye and Dang Wuyou are doing their best.

Han Muye didn't look back, and stabbed the sword in his hand again.

"What's more, isn't there a literary minister and them?"

Daoist, who was swinging his sword, changed his expression and shouted, "Quick, someone is here."

Zhao Zhenghe chuckled and his eyes fell on the back of Han Muye who was still swinging his sword.

Even the Endless Heavenly Venerate cannot really fight to the death.

It's not that the Cultivation Technique they practiced is stubborn, but that they have lived too long, and there are not many people and things worthy of their attention.

Only at this time, there are already eight practitioners in front of the sword tower.

Most of them are intertwined with the power of heaven and earth, and the power of Karma is guarded.

"Since you see it, it's an opportunity."

In the eyes of these eight people, they thought they were breaking the sword tower defense.

half holy.

Several people around also made noises.

The mountains and rivers on the original scroll have all turned into the shadows of dragons.

Huang Lao Liu said with a smile on his face, turning his head to look at Huang Zhihu.

"Sixth brother, this Sheji map is a treasure, but it is stained with resentment, and it is difficult to exert much power in it."

Huang Zhihu has been honed a lot since his cultivation, but as Huang Laoliu said, he rarely fights to the death with the strong.

Hearing his words, Huang Laoliu laughed and said: "Brother, you, you have been cultivating Confucianism and Taoism for a long time, and everyone should be happy in everything.

Huang Laoliu's voice was sharp, Devilish Qi on his body was restrained, and his eyes were deep.

For those Powers who have survived since ancient times, nobody and nothing is as important as their path to longevity.

"The only way is to let them drive and let them die."

At this time, the eight sword cultivators shot separately, the swords in their hands collided with the streamer in front of them, and the scattered blue light overflowed.

Han Muye did not refute his words.

Han Muye pondered for a while, nodded, then flew forward, raised his hand to draw out the sword in the sword box, and stabbed it out.

"Actually, how can there be so many concerns in this world?"

Is this gone?

"At the moment, it's not easy to attract strong players." Han Muye shook his head with a hint of emotion on his face.

Zhao Zhenghe froze all over.

She has been surrounded by many guards since she was a child, and later she was in charge of Xuanyang Guard, carrying thousands of swordsmen with her.

The more you live, the more you cherish your life.

As the Heavenly Venerate of Xianyuan World, naturally he will not be ignorant of Jiange.

To treasure or to die, many times it is not a multiple-choice question, but a mandatory question.

In fact, if you can break the Seventh Stage sword tower with this method, it is impossible for the sword pavilion to become the leader of the last three days of swordsmanship.

"In the place of Zumoxing, if you are not crazy, you will die early."

"Why, Shadow Tianzun doesn't go to treasure hunt, is he interested in my sword pavilion?"

The treasure house of the divine court, the sword of the divine emperor, these are already the most valuable things he can take out.

Let's just say this back is familiar.

In the eyes of several other people, Han Muye is deliberately hiding his identity and strength, so he will use various swordsmanship.

"The more resistance, the more obsession."

Stepping on the sky Great Saint does not seem to be in vain, and sees the essence of the matter at a glance.

This aura is weak, and no one cares.

Han Muye glanced at Huang Laoliu, who was extremely wise and calm at this time.

"when--"

Han Muye felt that he couldn't see through the sixth brother.

The only one who didn't move was Han Muye.

Zhao Zhenghe took a step forward.

"In this case, it's better to invite a few old guys into the game." Huang Laoliu looked at the streamer in the distance and said solemnly: "These people can't be attracted by treasures alone."

Tianzun and Daozu are basically disciples or descendants of Sect.

Perhaps, they are not tempted by the treasures here.

Someone, not one.

It's just that Han Muye didn't look back at this time, he just waved the sword gently in his hand, and the Sword Rays slammed into the sword tower one after another.

"boom--"

If you can't face the battle, you can only detour.

"Yes, I understand."

Han Muye was still facing the sword pavilion, waving the long sword in his hand.

There was no way he could snatch treasure with Han Muye.

To treasure or to die?

Huang Laoliu stretched out his hand to take the scroll, probed with spiritual sense, and frowned.

"It's Shadow Heavenly Venerate!" Someone whispered.

Test the reaction of Immortal World, and test whether Immortal World has changed after so many years.

Before you know it, the third floor of the sword tower has been lit up.

Everyone didn't say anything, they all waved their swords in silence.

Seeing Han Muye's arrival, the eight people were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other.

Seven-story sword tower, vibrating and flickering, Sword Qi roars.

It's his business that Huang Laoliu wants to play Yan's father, and he can't control his adoptive father who loves his daughter, can't he?

Because there is no chance of winning.

But Han Muye still won't choose this path.

Regardless of whether it was in the Western Border or in the Central Province, he did not fight to the death and did not leave room for the immortal spirit after Tianxuan was connected.

Indeed, even if the treasure house of the divine court is opened this time, countless powerhouses gather, but those top powerhouses have not been attracted to enter the game.

"In other words, they have to find a way to let these old people know that if they want to sacrifice this world, they have to pay a heavy price." Huang Lao Liu's words were domineering.

Treasure.

Huang Laoliu seemed to understand what Han Muye was thinking and whispered.

"Yes, the treasure house of the divine court is opened, and all treasures are obtained by chance."

Everyone knows the difficulty of cultivation in this world only after they have walked the road.

"Good baby."

The fourth floor of the sword tower lights up.

"Everyone, work harder, if there are a few more people, the treasure may not be enough." Daoist, who had spoken before, stabbed his sword rapidly.

"Hehe, I know brother, you have an idea." Huang Laoliu laughed and looked at Han Muye.

If you don't have the method of training your heart, you can only be hard.

Yun Duan smacked her lips enviously.

At this time, Huang Laoliu's words showed the indifference of the superior, but also the decisiveness that a decision maker should have.

Obviously, they regarded the seven-story sword tower as an object for storing treasures.

With a roar, a hundred-zhang sword light slashed down from a distance.

"Let's go, Dad will take you to find some more kendo masters to feed you." Huang Lao Liu looked at Huang Zhihu and Yun Duan, and waved his hand.

Han Muye stabbed out with a sword, and the blade of the sword flashed with a trace of immortal patterns that are hard to see for outsiders.

In his opinion, this method is not bad, but is it really useful for the Power standing on the top of this world?

Or perhaps, their intention to sacrifice this place is still very firm.

Nine-story sword towers can be refined, and another seven-story sword can be refined.

These swordsmanships are not profound, nor are they strong.

The eight Divine Transformation Sword Cultivators held their swords in their hands, and turned around to be vigilant at the powerhouses who were flying in.

Regardless of what Han Muye arranged, he would spend more time with his daughter. Anyway, if he really wanted to fight, he would do his best. With the strength of his Great Saint, and the treasure in his hand, not many people can do anything to him.

There is a blue streamer shining on the sword tower. To get the sword tower, the streamer needs to be scattered.

If those Powers are determined to sacrifice this tens of thousands of miles in exchange for the power to open Fengzhen Shengxiantai, all their plans will be in vain.

gone.

Dozens of figures flew away.

Those semi-sacred and god-turning powerhouses all looked ugly and didn't dare to turn around.

They flickered and flew away again.

Speaking of this, he paused and said in a low voice, "I suspect that the sacrifice of this world may be deliberately done by these Powers, just for the purpose of testing."

It is impossible to fight against the hidden power with these people.

Seeing Han Muye flying away, Huang Laoliu shook his head.

"Sir Han, please."

Of those big Sects in the last three days, none of the real powerhouses were present.

Zhao Zhenghe took another step, the eight sword cultivators looked ugly, quickly backed away, and flew away.

Speaking of this, he grabbed the scroll and said, "How about I behead that Shadow Heavenly Venerate?"

At the bottom of the sword tower, a faint aura rose.

"Seventh-story sword pavilion?" Zhao Zhenghe was slightly taken aback when he saw the sword tower wrapped in blue light.

These seven-story sword pavilions are treasures, and even the sword pavilions are only possessed by a few Powers.

Others have added three points faster in speed and power.

All are divine powers.

"There's always a way."

With this seven-story sword pavilion, it is a good choice whether it is to practice on your own or to go to the sword pavilion to exchange for treasures.