Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Yuan Tianjianzun!

Han Muye looked at the figure in his mind that seemed to be floating around the stars, with a sword intent.

Who is not Yuan Tianjianzun!

The ancient swordsman who ran rampant in the western borders and murdered without fear was really related to the destruction of the ancient sect Lieyang Palace.

"Foolishness."

Yuan Tianjianzun raised his hand, and a sword pellet flew out.

"Hong Chaoyang, if you can take the deity's three swords and not die, the deity will give you the opportunity to inherit the Lieyang Sect."

Swordsmanship, hiding empty.

This swordsmanship, Han Muye, had learned from the sword pills warmed in his dantian, and had seen it countless times.

With this swordsmanship, Yuan Tianjianzun did not know how many strong men he killed.

The sword pill seemed to be indeterminate, piercing the void, and in a flash, it was already in front of the person holding the long sword.

"Jianzun said three swords, then Hong Chaoyang will take the three swords!"

The person holding the sword laughed, the sword light in his hand turned into a fire dragon, and he opened his mouth to swallow the sword pill.

Lieyang Palace Zhenzong swordsmanship, Tianlong.

Whether it is the swordsmanship of Zangkong or the swordsmanship of Tianlong, they are no longer able to measure the kendo level of Jiu Xuan Jianmen.

In Han Muye's view, if Zang Kong is the pinnacle of sword-wielding with intent, Tianlong is the pinnacle of sword-wielding with qi.

Yuan Tianjian's kendo cultivation is tyrannical, and the sword pill contains no sword intent, while Hong Chaoyang has a strong spiritual cultivation.

"Bam—"

The fire dragon that devoured Jianwan exploded, and Jianwan had turned into a hiltless double-pointed long sword, stabbing straight at it.

quick.

The advantage of the sword pill is unparalleled speed.

Too fast to react.

"when--"

The sword in Hong Chaoyang's hand blocked the sword pill hard, and half of the sword edge flew out.

Hong Chaoyang's figure also flew out backwards, and blood spurted from his mouth.

"Haha, there is another sword!"

Hong Chaoyang looked up at the sky and smiled, and the spiritual light on his body turned into a beam of light.

Above his head, a phantom of a hundred-zhang golden armor appeared.

"If I, Hong Chaoyang, can take Yuan Tianjianzun's three swords and not die, he will be able to talk proudly in front of fellow Daoists from the Western Border!"

When the voice fell, the golden armor phantom above his head exploded, turning into an endless torrent, and actively slammed into the handleless flying sword in front.

"Self-shattering Yuanshen?"

"Okay, Hong Chaoyang, if you don't die, I won't come to Lieyang Palace within three thousand."

Yuan Tianjianzun's voice was rolling, and the long sword and sword light transformed by Jianwan condensed into a thin line of thousands of meters, weaving and intertwining, flowing between every minute.

That is to control the sword intent to the limit, and every minute is the node of the void world!

In the cabin, Han Muye, who was holding the broken sword, closed his eyes and shuddered.

Even after endless years, seeing such swordsmanship still makes his blood boil.

This is the real kendo powerhouse!

"boom--"

The torrent transformed by the primordial spirit of Hong Chaoyang collided with the net of sword light and was smashed inch by inch.

After ten breaths, the sword light disappeared and the torrent dissipated.

Hong Chaoyang's face was covered with ashes.

"The deity will not set foot in Lieyang Palace within three thousand years."

Yuan Tianjianzun's voice faded away.

"Palace Master!"

"Palace Master!" One after another sad and angry voice sounded.

Figures rushed to Hong Chaoyang's side and supported his crumbling body.

"Hehe, what is sadness?"

"This palace master can take Yuan Tianjianzun's three swords, and he has no regrets."

"For three thousand years of Bao Lieyang Palace, the lord of this palace has died."

In the picture, the vitality of Hong Chaoyang slowly dissipated.

After that, Broken Sword was sent to Lieyang Palace where swords were stored.

After that, the palace was destroyed with a loud noise, and the broken sword was buried.

The picture behind is the scene where Broken Sword was found by Guan Chaosheng after countless years.

After a fight, Guan Chaosheng killed several of his companions, and then returned with his sword.

He is the final victor.

After that, he went to the ruins to explore several times, but found nothing.

The sword was still silent and rusted in his hand.

The sword of Hong Chaoyang, the master of Lieyang Palace, the overhaul of the ancient heaven and the gods!

Bowing his head, Han Muye's gaze fell on Broken Sword.

The broken sword at this time has completely changed.

The sword body, which is less than two feet, has a clear and transparent halo.

The silk of aura on the sword wrapped all the fractures.

A sword intent combined with the infusion of spiritual energy cultivated by Jin Yang Jue made this sword silent for countless years, and then regained its former glory.

Even now it is a broken sword.

Before this sword breaks, it must be a magic weapon.

And it's still a gem of a magic weapon!

Feeling the dormant sword intent in the broken sword, like the power of a sleeping tiger, Han Muye felt a hint of emotion in his heart.

If Guan Chaosheng had inspired the power of this sword before, it would really be able to run rampant in the western border.

With his enlightenment cultivation base, not to mention the ability to fight the heavens, at least the situation is invincible.

However, Guan Chaosheng is not a sword cultivator, nor does he cultivate Lieyang Palace's exercises, so he really can't return the sword's true colors.

"Om-"

Just as Han Muye sighed, his expression suddenly changed.

The warm sword ball in his dantian vibrated, and then the broken sword he held in his hand also trembled slightly, as if he was frightened.

This--

Opening his eyes wide, Han Muye showed a wry smile on his face as he felt the domineering cruising of Jianwan in Dantian as if to show his sovereignty.

Just now I was still feeling that Guan Chaosheng had no chance.

But looking at it now, this sword clearly has no relationship with him.

Yuan Tianjianzun's sword pill and the sword of the palace master of Lieyang Palace can only choose the same.

A spiritual sword has its own choice.

For Han Muye, is this still a choice?

Jian Wan has already spent the earth spirit of the Cao family's spiritual mine vein to warm up, and is about to become a magic weapon, or a treasure of the ancient swordsmanship overhauling the world.

Although this broken sword is also a treasure, it is still much worse than Jianwan.

With a sigh, Han Muye put away the broken sword.

This treasure first warms up the sword intent, and in the future, whether it is handed over to the sect for meritorious service or sold, it can make a fortune.

Somewhat depressed, Han Muye put away the sword, and Han Muye checked the small cloth bag that Bai Suzhen handed over, with a smile on his face again.

This cloth bag is a small storage treasure, and there is about one side of it.

At this time, the space on one side was filled with all kinds of spiritual materials.

All kinds of spiritual spar minerals, all kinds of high-quality spiritual medicine, and many high-grade spiritual stones.

According to Bai Suzhen's estimate, the treasure in this bag is worth 1.3 million spirit stones.

Sure enough, the only way to make a lot of money is to refine high-quality medicinal pills.

How much do those cloud qi pills have to be refined to earn so much?

What's more, what Han Muye really earns is not these treasures at all.

Putting away the cloth bag, he carefully took out a jade bottle.

In this jade bottle, there are two immortal purple jade pills!

This is the biggest gain!

Han Muye felt that he would find a way in the future to give Bai Suzhen more motivation.

Even give her something sweet.

Only by helping yourself to attract more business can you get more high-quality medicinal pills.

If he wants to collect the elixir and make alchemy by himself, I am afraid that he will not be able to make a furnace in ten years.

When Feizhou returned to Jiuxuan Mountain, the sun was setting.

Han Muye and Lin Shen paced to the Jiange, watching Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan Lugao sitting around the wooden table in front of the Jiange.

"Come back so soon?"

Seeing Han Muye's return, Huang Laoliu shook his head and said, "I thought you weren't coming back tonight."

Han Muye sat down at the table unceremoniously, grabbed Gao Xiaoxuan's bowls and chopsticks, and made the little white fox in Gao Xiaoxuan's arms bark.

After eating and drinking, Han Muye stretched out his hand and took out a small cloth bag.

"I made a lot of money today, and those who see it have a share."

He reached out and took a handful, and seven or eight high-grade spirit stones fell on the table.

The little white fox who was still staring at Han Muye immediately changed his eyes, his eyes were like water.

Gao Xiaoxuan gave Huang Laoliu a wink, Huang Laoliu laughed, reached out and grabbed three high-grade spirit stones and stuffed them into his arms.

Several other people were no longer polite, grabbed the spirit stone, and dispersed.

Han Muye went straight to the third floor, and then sat cross-legged to practice.

Today's alchemy, and then warming up the sword, not to mention the sword intent, most of the spiritual energy in the dantian has been emptied.

He directly took out a top-grade spirit stone and held it in his palm, and swallowed two top-grade cloud qi pills. Han Muye closed his eyes and started to run the Golden Sun Art.

In the dantian, the sword qi lingered, the sword bone in the body flashed with jade-colored aura, and in the divine treasure, the lightsaber formed by the divine soul sword qi kept spinning.

When the aura of a high-grade spirit stone was exhausted, Han Muye pondered for a moment, then took out the jade bottle containing the Purple Jade Pill, and poured out one of them.

For those who are enlightened by the environment, the Ziyu Pill is a superior elixir that communicates the power of heaven and earth, and inspires the fusion of the soul and the power of the avenue.

But in Han Muye's view, the effect of this medicine pill is to increase the power of the soul.

The medicinal pill is in the palm of the hand, wrapped in spiritual energy, and slowly disappears.

When it reappears, it has already fallen into his divine treasure.

A purple spiritual mist constantly emits a halo, shrouding the sword of the soul, and slowly raising it.

This is the correct usage of the Immortal Pill.

After refining, it is stored in the Dantian Qi Sea or in the Divine Treasure, which warms and nourishes to stimulate power.

Only in order to break through the realm, such treasures will directly swallow all the power.

Spiritual Mind swept across the entire sword pavilion through the black sword stuck in his hair. Han Muye found that Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan were both on the ground floor of the sword pavilion at this time.

Huang Lao Liu was surrounded by several broken spiritual stones, of which the spiritual energy had been absorbed.

To be able to absorb the spiritual energy in the high-grade spiritual stone, Huang Laoliu's cultivation base should not be weak.

It's a pity that this guy pretended to be a mortal, and walked on the mountain every day, attracting those Jianmen disciples to adore him with emotion.

Also an old man.

"when--"

"when--"

The bell rang on Jiuxuan Mountain.

Han Muye stood in front of the sword pavilion and received the long sword sent by Fengshou Mountain.

Most of this batch of swords were harvested by He Xuanqi and Wang Hui.

It was obvious that the Nine Profound Sword Sect was deliberately creating the names of these two disciples.

Yuanmu's pursuit of fish and swordsmanship has also become a sought after existence among the disciples in the sect.

The story of Han Muye instructing He Xuanqi in front of the sword pavilion and letting him and Wang Hui combine their swords was also circulated in the sword gate.

Holding the hilt of the long sword in his hand, the sword energy was infused, and through the images flashing in his mind, Han Muye saw the battle situation in front of Fengshou Mountain.

The owner of this sword is the saber of the former disciple of the Tailing Sword Sect in Western Xinjiang.

Under the leadership of its suzerain, the remnants of the Tailingjian faction took refuge in Nanhuang and fought against various sects in the western border at Fengshou Mountain.

There are also ethnic forces in the Southern Wilderness.

It's just that these human forces respect the demon clan and surrender to the major clans of the demon clan.

In fact, it is one thing, there are also demon forces in Western Xinjiang, and they are also subject to the human clan in Western Xinjiang.

For cultivation, for living, there is no right or wrong.

From the picture of the long sword, it was not easy for the Tailing Sword Sect to take refuge in Nanhuang.

In Han Muye's view, it can only be his own fault.

From these swords, Han Muye also saw that there were indeed many strong men from the Southern Wilderness coming.

On the other side of Fengshou Mountain, the battle may be even more intense.

Send the sword into the pavilion~www.wuxiahere.com~ to register, and when Han Muye goes out again, there is a tall bald head in a strong suit standing at the door.

Zhao Pu.

"Brother Han, while there is nothing to do during these days, let's go to the secret place."

"When I get back, I'm going to Fengshou Mountain."

"The battle with Fengling Sword Sect is about to end, and the masters of my Nine Profound Sword Sect are already slowly retreating."

Zhao Pu looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice.

Han Muye nodded and said, "I'll tell the sixth brother."

After speaking, he turned to look at Lin Shen: "Teacher Lin, are you ready?"

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