Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

"Lu Dage, don't worry, it's alright."

Han Muye stretched out his hand to support Lu Gao's arm, which was clutching the door frame, and spoke softly.

"Keep it?" Lu Gao opened his mouth, blood still flowing on his face.

"Hold on." Han Muye nodded.

Lu Gao's body softened, and he fainted directly.

Han Muye wrapped his arms around his body and turned to look at the swordmen standing in front of the stone steps.

"He was injured for Shoujiange. I hope Sect can do his best to treat him."

Hearing his words, an old man in green robe standing under the stone steps nodded and waved his hand: "Send him to Pill Hall for good treatment."

The two inner disciplines stepped forward, caught Lu Gao, and sent them to Dantang.

Han Muye looked at it with a complicated expression, and a look of remorse flashed on his face.

If he had been at the gate of Jiange just now, he would not have let Lu Gao lose his eyes.

"My generation of practitioners should have seen through life and death long ago, so there is no need to worry about spring and autumn."

"Sect suffered this catastrophe, and all the disciples in the sect should strive to be the first to contribute to the rise of Sect."

The old man in green robe glanced at Han Muye, then turned his head to his side.

Several inner disciplines who inspected Qin Yuanhe and the other person stepped forward and whispered a few words.

The eyes of the old man flickered, and he waved his hands. The two disciples carried away Qin Yuanhe, who was still alive. Then someone wrapped the dead man in black cloth, carried it and left.

"Junior Nephew Han, these two are masters of the Tailingjian faction." The old man in green robe looked at Han Muye and said softly, "Is it yours?"

situation.

One death and one injury.

The wounds of the two were crisp and sharp.

Such an injury, even in a situation, the old man dare not say that he can do it.

Han Muye didn't speak, reached out and took out a small bronze sword, and inserted the small sword into his own hair bun lightly.

The old man in green robe was stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed for a moment, then he looked up at the golden sword pavilion, and nodded.

The official disciple of Jiange, borrowing the power of Jiange formation.

Within 100 feet of the sword pavilion, the Golden Core can also be resisted.

It seemed that Elder Jiange Gao had arranged everything before he left.

"Old man Bao Xu, one of the deacon elders in charge of defense on Jiuxuan Mountain."

"In the future, if there is anything going on here in Jiange, the nephew, you can directly mobilize the disciples of the guarding hall."

The old man cupped his hands to Han Muye, raised his hand and put the bone sword that fell on the ground into his palm.

He looked at it carefully, frowning.

"This sword is made in a strange way. There is no special power in the sword. It seems that it is only better than hard."

As he said that, he held the long sword and handed it to Han Muye: "Senior Han can store this sword in the sword pavilion first, and after the sword has been identified, he will give him a reward for defending against the enemy."

Han Muye defeated the Tailingjian faction outside the Jiange and obtained a long sword. This sword was considered his capture, and the Jiange received it in exchange for the corresponding merit reward.

Merit is rewarded.

This is the swordsman rule.

Han Muye took the bone sword with both hands, nodded and said, "For Lu Dage's injury, please pay more attention to Elder."

Bao Xu nodded, glanced at the sword pavilion behind Han Muye, turned and led the disciples away.

On the sky, the golden light curtain of the mountain protection formation slowly disappeared.

Sword Ray at the top of Jiuxuan Mountain has long since disappeared.

Holding the long sword of white bones, Han Muye's eyes fell on it.

The bluish-white-gray sword body is covered with faint lines.

This is not the spirit pattern of seal carving, but the demon pattern that comes with the bone sword.

This is a sword made from a piece of Demonic Beasts.

Among the swords in the sword pavilion, there are also many non-gold and non-iron swords, and some of them are made of bamboo and wood.

This bone sword also has several handles.

As Bao Xu said, there is nothing special about the long sword in hand.

However, this sword just slashed back the Flying Sword of Han Muye's envoy, and scattered him with a Sword intent.

This sword definitely has its uniqueness.

The palm of the hand moved slightly, holding the hilt of the sword.

One after another faint Sword Qi entered the body.

Sword Qi is not rich, and it is not at all what a long sword of the spiritual level should have.

In the mind, the picture emerges.

An old man in a white robe continued to grind a piece of white bone, and there was still a word in his mouth. ,

Made of long swords, some people put swords in deep caves.

Qin Yuanhe got the long sword, that is, carefully wrapped it, and there was no picture of wielding the sword to practice.

From the sword-making method to the handing over of the long sword to Qin Yuanhe, the pictures are all ordinary.

Could it be that, as Bao Xu said, there is really no other difference in this sword except for its hardness?

Holding the long sword of white bones, Han Muye turned his head and walked into the sword pavilion.

As he walked towards the wooden frame where the swords were placed, he poured Sword Qi into the body of the sword in the palm of his hand.

one.

ten. hundred ways.

Thousands.

Wan Dao.

A strange color appeared on Han Muye's face.

Wan Dao Sword Qi entered the sword body, and there was no change in it.

This sword is not unusual.

The name of the sword is fox bone.

Could it be made by the demon bones of a certain fox clan monster?

Fox clan?

The demon sword on the third floor had killed a white fox.

Han Muye was shocked and stood where he was.

Luo Tian's sword had killed a white fox.

His eyes fell hard on the long sword of bone in his hand.

Which sect was Jiange Elder transferred from Jiange?

Why was the Cao family attacked?

The dead man attacked the spiritual ground, which was an act of mortal death.

Why did Qin Yuanhe and his colleagues come to Jiange?

When Qin Yuanhe got this sword, why didn't he refine it or practice?

Han Muye wanted to withdraw the Sword Qi that had been poured into the blade, but found that it was empty.

Sword Qi, disappeared!

Han Muye held the hilt in his hand, only to feel a chill all over his body.

All of this is a calculation!

The Tailing Sword Sect has set up this game at the expense of one Supreme Being, several powerful people in the realm, and countless low-level disciples!

The Three Qin Sword Sect is the game.

Qin Yuanhe is the game.

At the end of this game is the sword pavilion.

The big demon suppressed under the sword pavilion!

The Tailing Sword Sect wanted to draw the bottom line, release the big demon, and destroy the Nine Profound Sword Sect in one fell swoop!

"Xiao Langjun, what are you thinking?"

A warm and soft voice sounded behind Han Muye.

Han Muye slowly turned around and looked at the female cultivator in white leaning on a wooden shelf.

He knew this nun.

On the first night he came to Jiange, they almost had dual culture.

The green silk is like a waterfall, and the apricot eyes contain spring.

"Lang Jun, why are you looking at the slave family like this, the lonely man in the sword pavilion, could it be, you..." The female cultivator chuckled and dispersed.

Reappeared, already behind Han Muye, leaned in his ear, and breathed softly.

The breath is warm.

But it made Han Muye cold.

How this female cultivator disappeared in front of him, he couldn't feel it at all.

Even if there is a Sword intent, he doesn't know where to provoke it.

Heavenly Demon!

The big demon who was suppressed under the sword pavilion!

This is not something he can handle!

With a move, Han Muye rushed out of the sword pavilion.

Only the footsteps moved, and the whole body suddenly froze.

His body didn't move at all.

It was repression from mind to body.

The power of heaven?

A small white hand pressed on Han Muye's shoulder.

"Xiao Langjun, you have provoked others, do you want to leave?"

The nun raised her hand, crossed Han Muye's armpit, and held the bone sword he was holding.

"If it wasn't for you, Lang Jun, how could I get back the tailbone that I cut off back then..."

The figure of the female cultivator appeared in front of Han Muye, and the long sword of bone in her hand slowly softened, turning into a snow-white fox tail.

Holding the fox tail in her hand, there was a flash of nostalgia on the nun's face, and a trace of madness and hatred appeared in her eyes.

"Hehe, the nine tails are wrong for the country, and the beauty is in trouble."

"I cut off my tail and cut my veins for you, and turned me off as a human being, but you used the Nine Profound Sword to keep me forever."

"Okay, then I'll still be a demon..."

"You want peace in this world, but I won't give it to you."

In the female nun's hand, the fox tail turned into a white bone sword again, and then condensed into a small three-inch sword, as crystal clear as jade.

In her eyes, the blue light flashed, and she took a step forward, matching Han Muye's face, only a few inches apart, facing each other.

"Xiao Langjun, am I beautiful?"