Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

From the old man Jiedan flying out of the battle circle to Han Muye beheading him with one sword, it took less than three breaths in total.

The changes are so fast that the entire battle circle is stopped.

Those who are strong in the formation of elixir can be called ancestors, with a thousand years of life and a thousand years of life, and established a sect.

A sword!

fall from the sky!

Even the top powerhouse of the Western Frontier, who is half a step into the heaven, dare not say that he can kill such a person with one sword, right?

It was not until Han Muye flew with his sword and rushed towards the battle circle that surrounded and killed Xia Yi, did the people around him regain their senses.

"Rush out!" Among the eight elites, the female cultivator in black shouted.

They rushed out of the siege before they could let the inspector and the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect Senior Brother Han fully take action.

As long as they can break out of the siege, the plan of those who intercepted them was broken.

"kill--"

Eight sword qi auras converged into one and slammed into the front.

The people in black surrounding outside were at a loss for a while.

Originally, the mission was guaranteed to be guaranteed, but why did a killing **** suddenly appear.

This has not yet begun, and his family has already suffered heavy casualties. Even an elder and two deacons have fallen?

Eight people rushed forward, but no one dared to stop it!

The battle situation changes rapidly, and the offense and defense are interchanged.

"This man must die!"

Two of the three masters of Pill Formation who surrounded and killed Xia Yi, looked at each other, then stepped out to meet Han Muye.

Xia Yi showed the sword light in his hand, and just about to contain it, there was a tyrannical aura rising from the remaining strongman in front of him.

The sky-high cloud energy combined with aura, as if to shatter the world!

Break the golden pill!

At the price of not being able to advance an inch in this life, break the golden pill in exchange for a moment of extreme combat power.

In this moment, the person in front of him who is half-step heaven must be treated with caution.

In front of a powerhouse of the same rank who had broken the golden core, Xia Yi could only withdraw his hand and confront him with his sword.

In front of Han Muye, two Jindan strong men faced off!

The others were in the air, and the two swords in their hands pointed at the two strong men who came to meet them.

Sword in hand, blood is burning!

At this moment, he just felt the joy of being a sword cultivator!

Killing people with the sword, but staying alive with the sword, why not be happy!

Cultivation, holding a sword, just for this moment!

What kind of longevity, what kind of happiness, are no match for this sword Fanghua!

Let go, Zi Yan turned into a crescent moon.

Lifting the sword Qingming is like training a horse.

The two sword intents that had consumed most of them before turned into countless sword qi, wrapped around the two long swords and intertwined.

"The swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect!"

The short-bearded old man on the left drank lowly, holding swords in both hands, and the sword light was like a water dragon, blocking the Ziyan Sword.

When the sword edges touched, the old man's complexion changed again.

The power on the Ziyan Sword was not inferior to him.

Sword Intent!

There is sword infusion in the sword!

"boom--"

The water dragon burst, and the Purple Flame Sword swirled and danced, like a flying sparrow.

The old man on the right had a white beard, and he lifted his rapier forward, turning the sword into the wind and clouds, and strangling the light of Han Mu's Ye Qingming sword.

"Ding--"

With a soft sound, the two swords were separated at a touch.

"Jiu Xuan Jianmen's golden swordsmanship!"

The old man narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Muye alertly.

The Ziyan Sword turned around, Han Muye staggered his hands, took the Ziyan short sword in his right hand, Qing Ming in his left hand, and held both swords on the side, standing in the air.

One person, blocking two golden pills.

"Really, a peerless swordsman..."

Among the eight people who rushed out of the encirclement, the female cultivator in black looked up and whispered.

The others stared at Han Muye, who was fighting against one another in the air, but didn't say a word.

Even if he doesn't admit it, the feeling of looking up is deeply planted in his heart.

Such swordsmanship is really like a sword fairy, you can only look up!

The faces of the two major Jindan cultivators were solemn, one left and one right, their auras condensed into substance, their long swords brought out their sharp edge, stabbed and slashed, and fell on Han Muye.

"The Tailing Sword School Town School's swordsmanship peak is back."

Han Muye drank lowly, and the Qingming sword was swept out.

The sword-turned aura, the old man Han Muye called Broken Sword, looked gloomy, and it was too late to change his move.

"when--"

The two swords collided, and the sword energy exploded.

Sword to sword.

Han Muye smiled and waved his right hand holding the Ziyan dagger.

"Look at my style, how about it?"

At this time, what his right hand uses is clearly the peak back swordsmanship of the Tailing Sword Sect!

Just this sword, the sword light converged and turned into a lonely peak. As soon as it appeared, there was a feeling that it was difficult to climb a ten thousand zhang peak.

Compared with the old Jin Dan who used the sword before, this sword has an extremely high artistic conception.

The peak of this style appeared, and the two Jindan powerhouses of the Tailingjian faction were horrified and wide-eyed.

"Who the **** are you!"

The short-bearded old man gritted his teeth, the sword in his hand burst out with bright sword energy, and stared at Han Muye.

It takes at least a hundred years of immersion for this type of peak to be cultivated to this level.

Could this person be a reincarnated senior from the Tailingjian faction?

Otherwise, how could there be such swordsmanship!

"boom--"

The solitary peak exploded, knocking the sword-wielding Jindan old man back half a step.

Han Muye's figure showed, like a golden eagle floating in the air, shooting straight ahead.

The two swords just now were designed to grab people's hearts.

At this time, this sword is killing!

The two swords were intertwined, and the aura suddenly turned into a fire dragon of Zhang Xu.

Start a prairie fire!

Five Profound Swordsmanship, Liaoyuan!

This style of Liaoyuan was made by the elders of the outer sword pavilion and Tao Ran's ancestors in Jiuxuan Mountain.

The sword lights intertwined and merged into a dragon of wind and fire.

This swordsmanship, in the hands of the Half-Step Heaven Realm, can fight the Heaven Realm!

When the fire dragon appeared, the white-bearded old man had already changed color.

Swordsmanship has spirit, and spirit has great momentum!

Although it has not yet become a sword stance, it has already taken shape.

This kind of swordsmanship can't be stopped!

"Junior Brother Hao, hurry up!"

He shouted violently, the sword in his hand burst, and a phantom appeared outside the figure, and then the sword light rushed towards the fire dragon.

By force?

Overwhelming people with golden pills?

Han Muye shook his head gently. Gu Yu

If he challenges with his own strength, with his cultivation base that is not in the Qi Condensation Stage, then it really can't stop the power of Jindan.

But this style of Liaoyuan was made with the power of the sword intent left before.

The sword intent is compatible, the wind and fire have become, and it can't be stopped!

"Roar--"

The originally long fire dragon turned into a hundred zhang, swallowed the white-bearded old man in one bite, and then raised his head to the sky and roared, the sound of the dragon's roar shook hundreds of miles!

The fire dragon roared, swung out its long tail, swept the fleeing golden core to the ground, and then spit out a strong breath of fire, forcing all the black-clothed practitioners to retreat, and then slowly turned into nothingness.

The Golden Core Realm devoured by the fire dragon also disappeared.

This is Liaoyuan.

The power of swordsmanship passed down from the fire veins of the Nine Profound Sword Sect!

Wrapped in the wind and fire, it is the golden core, and it can only be the nourishment to help the flame!

The fire dragon dissipated, Han Muye stood with his sword in hand, a hundred meters in front of him was charred black.

Of the two masters of Jindan who fought against each other, one had died and the other had fallen into the dust, not knowing whether to live or die.

Such kendo power, how powerful!

Sword cultivation means sharpening the sword.

With the sword in hand unfavorable, how to kill, how to protect the Tao, how to fight against the sky?

Han Muye turned his head and slowly looked at the old man who confronted Xia Yi and shattered his golden core.

At this time, the old man's face was blushing and his eyes were blood red.

"die!"

"Go to death-"

He roared up to the sky, and the spiritual light on his body turned into a beam of light, slamming away towards the surroundings.

Blow up!

Jindan self-destructed, and the power of an instant burst, even if it was half a step into the sky, it would give a headache.

Xia Yi's expression changed, and he shouted in a low voice, "Little friend, go back!"

A golden core can blew himself up, within a radius of ten miles, under the circumstances, he will be injured.

If Han Muye and the others were so close, I am afraid that even if they didn't die, their bones would shatter, and their spirits would turn into nothingness.

Xia Yi's body has a dignified breath rising, and the Xuanyang sword is raised in his hand.

"Hold the sword Xuanyang, uphold the right path of heaven and earth!"

He drank it in his mouth, and the sword light on his body condensed into a mask and pressed forward.

Han Muye shook his head.

Unstoppable.

Xia Yi wanted to suppress the power of self-explosion with his own spiritual energy and sword intent, and restrain the power of self-explosion within a certain range.

Unfortunately, his cultivation was not enough.

How could it be possible to suppress the self-destruction of a Jindan overhaul unless he was half-stepped into the heavenly realm?

"Little friend, I only have the power of ten breaths."

"You take them away."

Xia Yi's face was dignified, and determination and absoluteness appeared in his eyes.

"As Xuanyangwei's inspector, this is my duty."

"Upholding justice, there will naturally be bloodshed."

On him, brilliance flashed.

This is burning the power of his own soul and urging Jindan.

I also wanted to see Xuan Yangwei's methods, but unfortunately, I haven't seen much, and I will try my best.

Han Muye shook his head, put away his double swords, and raised his hand to point it out.

"call out--"

A shrill scream cut through the void, and the stream of light flashed.

The three-footed hiltless sword pierced and shattered the golden core of the self-destructing old man.

Like fireworks rising, the endless spiritual energy is soaring into the sky.

But this aura is really just aura, and it has no lethal power at all.

Divine soul has been broken, unable to control the power of Jindan, naturally let this spiritual energy dissipate.

"Sword Pill..."

Looking at the hiltless sword that was taken back by Han Muye and turned into a jade white pill, Xia Yi murmured.

"Okay, that's awesome..."

"This, is this still the Western Border?"

In the distance, the eight Zhongzhou elites raised their heads and whispered.

Such means, even in Zhongzhou, are rare, right?

The inheritance of swordsmanship in Western Xinjiang is actually so strong?

Han Muye slowly landed on the blue stone, his eyes swept around.

The men in black with swords were all shivering.

There were also two realm sword cultivators, whose faces were also pale.

Jin Dan can't resist a sword, what can they do?

"boom--"

At this moment, there was a loud noise on the Yingchou Cliff, and countless bluestones flew down.

The whole cliff began to shake.

A breathless air came.

Xia Yi's expression changed, and he shouted in a low voice, "It's a big demon!"

Big demon.

More than a big demon, this kind of breath has not yet reached the heavenly realm, but it already has a state of perfection in the realm of the earth.

It's half-step heaven!

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at the overturned cliff.

"Run away—"

The men in black fled in panic and ran away.

"Thorn-"

Not far away, a wooden root appeared, wrapping a man in black and swallowing it underground.

Then countless wooden roots flew and dragged those fleeing black men into the ground.

This is an absolutely powerful wood demon!

The eight Zhongzhou elites turned pale and rushed to Xia Yi's side.

Xia Yi held the Xuanyang Sword, his eyes swept to the slowly pressing down cliff, and the endless wooden roots, and said solemnly: "This big monster is at least half a step into the heaven. Today, I am afraid it is difficult to leave this place."

His words made the eight elites panic even more.

There is a great fear in life, only between life and death!

Han Muye turned his head and looked not far in front of him.

The Tailingjian Sect's Jindan master who was wounded to the ground by his blazing prairie was already dragged by a wooden root and swallowed into the ground.

"Little friend, I will explode Jindan and Xuanyang Sword later, and block this big monster with the strongest force for a moment."

Holding the hilt of the sword~www.wuxiahere.com~ Xia Yi looked at Han Muye.

"You leave alone."

"Maybe there is a silver lining."

Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and his eyes fell on the cliff and stone wall that came down.

With one hand behind his back and Jianwan in the palm of his right hand, he floated up in the air.

Step on the air and use the sword, and the sword qi fights against the sky!

It looks like this, it's really like an immortal!

Behind Han Muye, there was a condensed sword energy of divine soul.

"I have a formula called Wanjian Guizong."

"I don't know if this senior wood demon is willing to teach me a thing or two?"

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