Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"boom--"

Zhao Pu pressed down with a punch, and the giant white tiger roared.

The radius of three feet is full of Ling Lie sword light.

Although it is a fist style, it is a sword shadow!

The three figures on the opposite side spread out, dispersing to meet the sword light from three directions.

Among the three, one held a short sword, one held a long sword, and the other held a black iron fan, emitting a ghostly light.

The three of them were close to one another, and they cooperated with each other, and the sword light swayed, dissolving Zhao Pu's fist style.

The cultivation of these three people has not yet reached the realm, but in the face of Zhao Pu, who is strong in the realm, not only are they not timid, but they face it directly.

"Thorn-"

The young man holding the dagger moved and rushed to Zhao Pu. The dagger silently stabbed towards Zhao Pu's rib.

The young man holding a long sword followed closely behind, the sword light in his hand condensed a dazzling brilliance, intending to involve Zhao Pu's attention.

In the distance, the young man holding the iron fan turned into nothingness, and a long white arrow pointed at Zhao Pu's forehead.

In a short while, the three people's fighting consciousness is extremely strong.

Zhao Pu snorted coldly, and opened the palm of his fist. The previous White Tiger Fist turned into a big sword and landed in his palm.

With the big sword in his hand, his aura was soaring to the sky!

The old man of Xuanyangwei in black robe turned his head and frowned.

"Zhao Yijia, come back." The female cultivator in the distance shouted loudly.

Leaning in front of Zhao Pu, the young man with a short sword stepped back without hesitation.

But Zhao Pu's sword has been smashed.

This sword, in the eyes of outsiders, is silent, like an understatement.

In the perception of the young man named Zhao Yijia, it was like a collapse of the sky.

This sword smashed on the body, and his bones and muscles would be turned into powder!

"Thorn-"

The young man with a long sword, Jianguang, handed it forward, blocking Zhao Pu's great sword.

Only when the sword came out, his expression changed drastically.

Zhao Pu Baihu's big sword smashed on the long sword, and the boundless force made the long sword fly straight out.

"Om-"

The big sword smashed the long sword, and it rolled backwards, smashing the magic long sword that had been in front of him, and then continued to smash at Zhao Yijia, who had just exited Zhang Wai.

Zhao Yijia, who was holding a short sword, was pale and couldn't retreat if he wanted to.

The light of the sword in Zhao Pu's hand can definitely kill him before he retreats.

"drink--"

Zhao Yijia shouted loudly, and the shadow of the iron armored bull appeared on his body, and the short sword in his hand condensed a green light, facing Zhao Pu's big sword.

"Bam—"

Zhao Pu's big sword smashed into the green light on the short sword, smashing the green light, and then hit the young man with the short sword, sliding on the ground and retreating three feet away, hitting a stone pillar.

With one blow, the three young powerhouses from Zhongzhou were defeated.

Among the group on the opposite side, except for the leader of the old man, the expressions of the other eight were solemn.

As Xuanyang Guard's backup elite, they know their level.

The three of them worked together, and they could easily deal with it under the fifth layer of the earth's arteries and veins.

But the one in front of them today, with a single sword, knocked them back.

Such combat power, how tyrannical!

"This is the situation."

"Despise your opponent, maybe you will pay with your life."

"If you don't know that the Taoist friend of Jiu Xuan Jianmen will keep his hand, Zhao Yijia, you are already dead."

The old leader of the opposite team turned to look at the three young people who shot, and said lightly.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Pu with a smile on his face: "The nine major factions in the Western Xinjiang really have some background."

"With your ability, even if you come to my Zhongzhou, you are considered to be at the upper-middle level among your peers."

As the inspector of this mission, this old man obviously knows a lot about the various sects in the Western Border.

Based on Zhao Pu's punch just now, he had already judged that Zhao Pu was born in the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Zhao Pu looked up at the talking old man and said in a low voice, "Zhongzhou?"

It is not easy for people from Zhongzhou to come to Western Xinjiang because of the barriers between heaven and earth.

The person in front of him can bring the disciples of the younger generation here, and his own cultivation base is at least an elixir.

Zhao Pu has the confidence to fight by leaps and bounds, but he is not sure if the Zhongzhou powerhouse is also a master of forming pills.

Seeing Zhao Pu's cautious expression, the old man on the opposite side laughed and waved his hand: "The three of you will have a chance to learn with this fellow Taoist again. This is a rare opportunity."

"This fellow Daoist has only broken through the situation not long ago."

Just breaking through the situation, there is such a combat power!

Hearing his words, the three of them were even more shocked before they shot, they looked at each other, and their bodies moved.

Zhao Pu gently squeezed his left hand behind him, then released it.

All out.

When Jianmen disciples are tasked, there will be some gestures and signs that cooperate with each other.

Lin Shen took a step forward and turned his head to give Han Muye a look.

Han Muye shook his head.

Not to the point of needing to escape.

What's more, who really needs to escape, who is not sure!

He looked towards the opposite side and said lightly, "Teacher Lin, it's rare to meet a master from Zhongzhou. You should also exercise your muscles."

Active muscles.

Lin Shen's eyes flashed a bit of sparkle, nodded, and then strode forward.

Before the three of them were together, it was obvious that Zhao Pu was the strongest, and Lin Shen was more like a guard.

As for Han Muye, he was basically a neglected non-combatant.

At this time, Lin Shen moved forward, and the breath that had been suppressed on his body slowly rose.

One step, from condensing gas to building foundation.

In two steps, the breath rushed into the peak of the foundation building.

Zhao Pu, whose big sword was raised in front of him, showed surprise in his eyes.

I knew that Lin Shen was hiding his cultivation, but he didn't expect—

Just thinking of this, his eyes twinkled brightly.

One more step, Lin Shen has already shown the atmosphere of the situation!

Circumstances!

Lin Shen, who has been hanging out with the outside world and wasted in the Jiange, how could he be in such a situation?

how can that be!

Zhao Pu, who felt that he had broken through the situation, was the real elite of Sanshizhai, couldn't be more shocked.

"Jiu Xuan Jianmen, Lin Shen."

Taking another step, Lin Shen's aura rushed into the fifth layer of Tongmai, raised his hand and slowly pulled out the broken sword behind him, speaking lightly.

Although the sword was broken, the moment the sword was drawn, even the old leader of the opposite team narrowed his eyes.

The imposing manner with which Lin Shen drew his sword was like a mountain!

"The five of you together, this fellow Daoist's swordsmanship is extraordinary, be careful." The black-robed old man said in a deep voice.

Five together.

This is the attention paid to Lin Shen.

Not only attaches importance to Lin Shen's cultivation, but also attaches importance to his swordsmanship.

The five young people over there looked at each other, nodded, and flew towards Lin Shen.

Lin Shen held a big sword and slashed it down.

Brilliant light shines through the cave stone chamber!

This sword light seems to split the world in front of you!

The five young men who flew over quickly intertwined with aura and sword lights, drew them together, and collided with the big sword and sword shadow.

"boom--"

Lin Shen took a step forward and raised the sword again.

The five young men took a few steps back.

It's not that five people join forces, they will be seriously injured in this sword!

This unremarkable sword-wielding man is actually so much stronger than the master of the realm just now!

With solemn expressions on their faces, the five of them lined up in several places, carefully rushing towards Lin Shen.

The sword light of the great sword in Lin Shen's hand reappeared.

It is still a slash with a sword, and the mountains are destructive!

The five young elites from Central Province did not dare to touch it head-on, so they had to wander around, unable to get close at all.

In the cave, Zhao Pu and Lin Shen followed the same path in swordsmanship.

A single strike, a single sword.

But Lin Shen's sword light was simpler and more domineering than Zhao Pu's.

The cultivation base is also more profound.

Draw a sword ten million, destroy mountains and crack rocks.

It was not until the strength of the cultivation base reached the realm that the extraordinaryness of this type of swordsmanship was revealed.

Before a sword, no one dared to stand!

Han Muye's eyes swept across the field.

The eight young people from Zhongzhou are all at the fifth level of foundation building, and their swordsmanship skills are also outstanding.

Looking at a few tricks, Han Muye realized three sets of good swordsmanship.

Short sword swordsmanship, wind swordsmanship.

This swordsmanship is agile, and every sword follows the sword, without the slightest setback.

This swordsmanship is roughly equivalent to the difference between the Three Profound Swordsmanship and the Four Profound Swordsmanship of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

There are also two types of swordsmanship, Jianbi and Duanyuan, both of which are Sanxuan-level swordsmanship, with both speed and strength, and at the same time condensing the cultivator's sword-making momentum.

From these three sets of swordsmanship, it can be seen that Xuanyangwei's swordsmanship system is composed of calm and lightness.

I don't know what level such swordsmanship is in Xuanyang Guard.

Zhongzhou is too far away, and Xijiang knows too little about it.

Glancing over, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

If these eight people are placed in the same generation in Xijiang, except for the elites of several major factions, the others will not be opponents at all.

Only today, these eight people are afraid that they will be hit.

Lin Shen and Zhao Pu's disciples are all strong in cultivation, and their fighting skills are also domineering. In this stone room, they completely pressed eight of them to fight.

Han Muye chuckled lightly and turned to look at the black-robed old man, who just happened to turn his head to look at him.

"Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, the third sect among the four major sword sects in Western Xinjiang, this swordsmanship and foundation are really solid."

The old man looked at Han Muye and said.

The third among the four sword factions?

It seems that the information is still a little behind.

Han Muye smiled, his eyes fell on the long sword on the old man's waist: "Wear the darkness, uphold the light."

"The Xuanyang Guard of the Zhongzhou Dynasty is indeed extraordinary."

The understated words made the face of the old man on the opposite side, which had never changed, slowly and solemnly.

The old man looked around, then turned his gaze to Han Muye.

This time, he looked very carefully.

When his eyes fell on the small black sword stuck in the hair above Han Muye's head, his expression was stunned.

"You're the gatekeeper—"

He paused after saying the words, then nodded and said, "It seems that your Nine Profound Sword Sect has nothing to do with this place."

Han Muye's eyes fell on the battle group in front of him, and he said softly, "Senior, we are here to investigate some news."

"Well, you don't have to continue fighting, right?"

Lin Shen and Zhao Pu Jianguang crossed, suppressing the eight Zhongzhou elites to lose their temper.

There is no suspense in this battle.

Fighting again is also looking for abuse, why bother?

The old man squinted his eyes and said with a chuckle: "I am very curious, little friend, why are you so calm in front of a cultivator of the environment."

When the words fell, the old man moved and appeared beside Han Muye.

He raised his hand and pressed it on Han Muye's shoulder.

When Han Muye was captured, the battle was truly over.

Only when the arm was raised, the old man's complexion changed, his figure flashed, and he took three steps back.

Han Muye was holding a purple short sword in his left hand. If the old man hadn't retreated quickly just now, the sword would have already penetrated his chest and abdomen.

Down chord, upside down.

This contrarian swordsmanship can be called a close-up stunt.

At the beginning, Han Muye used this sword technique to defeat Qin Yuanhe, a master of the Tailing Sword Sect in one move.

"Good trick!"

The old man gave a low drink and raised his hand again.

Over there, Zhao Pu and Lin Shen had already turned around~www.wuxiahere.com~ Zhao Pu swept away with his sword, and the sword light exploded, blocking all eight Zhongzhou elites.

"Get out of the way!"

Lin Shen flew around and turned around, shouted violently, and swung out the big sword in his hand.

This sword light fell like a meteor, with a whistling and agitated, smashing at the black-robed old man.

The black-robed old man raised his hand and waved, and a dark gang sha exploded, blocking Lin Shen's sword.

The powerhouse of Pill Formation, the master of Xuanyang Guard in Zhongzhou, is indeed an extraordinary means.

Just as he was about to take another shot, a faint divine soul sword energy rose from Han Muye's body.

"Senior, do you really want to do it?"

Han Muye spoke lightly.

Behind him, the illusory sword of the soul had a dark halo.

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