Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Huang Laoliu glared at Gao Xiaoxuan, but before he spoke, there was a roar like a landslide and tsunami in the distance.

The entire Fengshou Mountain was covered with endless demonic light.

That vast and dignified blood-colored halo made people tremble in their hearts.

The aura and sword light that belonged to the practitioners of the human race slowly disappeared.

lost.

The Fengshou Mountain position was completely lost.

"All sects in the Western Xinjiang, retreat to Yunchao Ridge."

In the void, a voice rolled in.

One after another spiritual light converged in the direction of Yunchao Ridge.

The surging demonic energy followed closely behind, chasing after him.

It was a pursuit that was close to carnage.

Han Muye's body moved, and he rushed forward a thousand feet.

On the ground below, the sword marks he cut off are especially visible.

Those cultivators who retreated and Han Muye passed by with a look of fear on their faces.

After rushing to the rear, he slowly stopped, turned around, gathered behind the sword marks, and reorganized a new position.

Dozens of demon clan figures flashed and rushed towards Han Muye.

They have all seen Han Muye's sword just now.

strong.

so what?

The Southern Wilderness Monster Race, can they really be blocked by a sword?

It's just a little sword repairer, not the number one sword repairer in the Western Border, Master Tu Sun.

wolf clan.

Tiger clan.

Black Panthers.

The big monsters that charged towards Han Muye were all heavy and extremely fast.

"Nineteen be careful!"

Below, someone shouted.

There are also several figures rushing towards the big monster on the opposite side.

Each of these people are elites in the front line of Fengshou Mountain.

Han Muye saw these people more than once from the swords he sent back to the sword pavilion.

Many of these people have their own names.

For example, Li San is a sword drifting.

The one who swayed the icy aura should be Luo Xiaoyu in the frozen world.

Even Lu Shi had the title of a tiger general.

Han Muye turned his gaze forward, and raised the Qingming Sword in his hand.

Do you need a name for yourself?

"Om-"

Within ten feet, the sword light condensed into thousands of meteors, and burst into all directions.

Nine Profound Sword Gate Golden Veins Three Profound Swordsmanship, Star Rain.

With the power of thousands of gold elements, it can be transformed into stars, and with the sharp power of gold elements, it can cut through the veins.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Below, there is a clear and enthusiastic voice.

Some of the big demons who rushed towards Han Muye held up their demon light, some waved their swords and weapons, and some stirred up their blood and tried to block the sword light.

Just can't stop it.

"Thorn-"

The sword light swept across, bringing up a puff of blood.

The sword marks left a picture, and the sword light pierced through the air.

The bodies of at least ten Great Realm Demons were torn apart by the sword light like a meteor.

"Om-"

Between heaven and earth, the sound of sword chants resounded.

This is the sword repair!

Han Muye lowered his head and looked at the Qingming Sword in his palm.

The ordinary and unremarkable Qingming Sword, at this moment, seems to have a thought of its own.

This sword seems to be calling.

eager.

desire to kill.

Swords, aren't they made for killing?

The sword light rose from Han Muye's body.

Qing Mingjian was also trembling slightly, as if responding.

Within a radius of ten thousand feet, no one was not surprised by this sword.

Such a sharp sword light, on Fengshou Mountain, even if the sword is floating, I am afraid that it may not be able to come out.

"Who is this person?"

Someone whispered.

"It seems to be someone from the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

"Jiu Xuan Jianmen? Is he that Tang Er? He has a poor mind and strategy, and his swordsmanship is truly extraordinary."

Talking about Han Muye everywhere didn't take it to heart.

He stood there, savoring the previous sword.

His swordsmanship has been cultivated at will, sending and receiving from the heart.

Few can see through the sword move just now.

In the distance, Tang Chi, who was standing on the cliff with his sword, had an unsightly expression on his face.

If Han Muye fought against him with this kind of swordsmanship before, he would have lost his life with a single blow, let alone a single blow.

Could it be that you are so far behind Han Muye?

Han Muye slashed the number of big demons who rushed forward with one sword, but he still felt unsatisfied.

He could feel the sword intent on his body boiling.

Sword Intent is originally the condensed intention of killing. If you can't kill, what is the use of Sword Intent?

He knew that his mind was affected by the sword intent in the sea of ​​qi.

After all, the sword intent condensed in the sea of ​​​​qi far exceeded the limit that his body could bear, and was depleting his lifespan all the time.

But, so what?

Squinting his eyes, his mind seemed to leave his body, looking down at his body and slowly walking forward in the void.

At his feet, there are blue lotus flowers transformed by sword energy.

Step by step, Jianlian is born, and one step is killed!

Every sword qi lotus flower that he stepped on scattered into sword light, thinking about lasing away from the front.

Step by step, the sword light is like a shadow.

"This is really a swordsmanship exiled..."

Below, someone looked at the silhouette of the sword light and spoke in a low voice.

"Huang Laoliu glared at Gao Xiaoxuan, but before he spoke, there was a roar like a landslide and tsunami in the distance.

The entire Fengshou Mountain was covered with endless demonic light.

That vast and dignified blood-colored halo made people tremble in their hearts.

The aura and sword light that belonged to the practitioners of the human race slowly disappeared.

lost.

The Fengshou Mountain position was completely lost.

"All sects in the Western Xinjiang, retreat to Yunchao Ridge."

In the void, a voice rolled in.

One after another spiritual light converged in the direction of Yunchao Ridge.

The surging demonic energy followed closely behind, chasing after him.

It was a pursuit that was close to carnage.

Han Muye's body moved, and he rushed forward a thousand feet.

On the ground below, the sword marks he cut off are especially visible.

Those cultivators who retreated and Han Muye passed by with a look of fear on their faces.

After rushing to the rear, he slowly stopped, turned around, gathered behind the sword marks, and reorganized a new position.

Dozens of demon clan figures flashed and rushed towards Han Muye.

They have all seen Han Muye's sword just now.

strong.

so what?

The Southern Wilderness Monster Race, can they really be blocked by a sword?

It's just a little sword repairer, not the number one sword repairer in the Western Border, Master Tu Sun.

wolf clan.

Tiger clan.

Black Panthers.

The big monsters that charged towards Han Muye were all heavy and extremely fast.

"Nineteen be careful!"

Below, someone shouted.

There are also several figures rushing towards the big monster on the opposite side.

Each of these people are elites in the front line of Fengshou Mountain.

Han Muye saw these people more than once from the swords he sent back to the sword pavilion.

Many of these people have their own names.

For example, Li San is a sword drifting.

The one who swayed the icy aura should be Luo Xiaoyu in the frozen world.

Even Lu Shi had the title of a tiger general.

Han Muye turned his gaze forward, and raised the Qingming Sword in his hand.

Do you need a name for yourself?

"Om-"

Within ten feet, the sword light condensed into thousands of meteors, and burst into all directions.

Nine Profound Sword Gate Golden Veins Three Profound Swordsmanship, Star Rain.

With the power of thousands of gold elements, it can be transformed into stars, and with the sharp power of gold elements, it can cut through the veins.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Below, there is a clear and enthusiastic voice.

Some of the big demons that rushed towards Han Muye raised their demon light, some waved swords and weapons in their hands, and some stirred up their blood and tried to block the sword light.

Just can't stop it.

"Thorn-"

The sword light swept across, bringing up a puff of blood.

The sword marks left a picture, and the sword light pierced through the air.

The bodies of at least ten Great Realm Demons were torn apart by the sword light like a meteor.

"Om-"

Between heaven and earth, the sound of sword chants resounded.

This is the sword repair!

Han Muye lowered his head and looked at the Qingming Sword in his palm.

The ordinary and unremarkable Qingming Sword, at this moment, seems to have a thought of its own.

This sword seems to be calling.

eager.

desire to kill.

Swords, aren't they made for killing?

The sword light rose from Han Muye's body.

Qing Mingjian was also trembling slightly, as if responding.

Within a radius of ten thousand feet, no one was not surprised by this sword.

Such a sharp sword light, on Fengshou Mountain, even if the sword is floating, I am afraid that it may not be able to come out.

"Who is this person?"

Someone whispered.

"It seems that it is someone from Jiu Xuan Jianmen."

"Jiu Xuan Jianmen? Is he that Tang Er? He has a poor mentality and strategy, and this swordsmanship is really extraordinary."

Talking about Han Muye everywhere didn't take it to heart.

He stood there, savoring the previous sword carefully.

His swordsmanship has been cultivated at will, sending and receiving from the heart.

Few can see through the sword move just now.

In the distance, Tang Chi, who was standing on the cliff with his sword, had an unsightly expression on his face.

If Han Muye fought against him with this kind of swordsmanship before, he would have lost his life with a single blow, let alone a single blow.

Could it be that you are so far behind Han Muye?

Han Muye slashed the number of big demons who rushed forward with one sword, but he still felt unsatisfied.

He could feel the sword intent on his body boiling.

Sword Intent is originally the condensed intention of killing. If you can't kill, what is the use of Sword Intent?

He knew that his mind was affected by the sword intent in the sea of ​​qi.

After all, the sword intent condensed in the sea of ​​​​qi far exceeded the limit that his body could bear, and was depleting his lifespan all the time.

But, so what?

Squinting his eyes, his mind seemed to leave his body, looking down at his body and slowly walking forward in the void.

At his feet, there are blue lotus flowers transformed by sword energy.

Step by step, Jianlian is born, and one step is killed!

Every sword qi lotus flower that he stepped on scattered into sword light, thinking about lasing away from the front.

Step by step, the sword light is like a shadow.

"This is really a swordsmanship exiled..."

Below, someone looked at the silhouette of the sword light and spoke in a low voice.

"Swordsman exiled?"

"This name is fine."

Someone called out softly.

"Kuraga-"

Han Muye raised the Qingming long sword with his left hand, and pulled out the purple short sword in the sword box with his right hand.

Purple inflammation.

One blue and one purple, one long and one short.

There are not many sword cultivators in the world who practise double swords.

It is rare to have swords in hand like Han Muye's double swords.

No one knew whether he started with double swords at this time, whether he really practiced double swordsmanship, or whether it was just a preparation.

Ahead, among the demon army, several dignified figures rushed out.

Just now, those masters who had access to the environment were beheaded by Han Muye with one sword, which greatly affected the morale of the demon army.

At this time, the seven figures of different shapes, but the same momentum, can rush out of the big monsters in the mountains and rivers.

Enlightenment.

In the cultivation method of the demon clan, the enlightenment period is an important stage.

Gu Nu

Because once the demon clan reaches enlightenment and opens their own divine treasure, they can inherit the power of bloodline inheritance.

Those mysterious bloodline powers from Manghuang, more or less, will increase the combat power of these monster clan powerhouses.

There are also some lucky ones who can soar into the sky with the help of enlightenment.

"Roar--"

The one who rushed to Han Muye first was a middle-aged man who turned into a black tiger in mid-air.

Transformed into a 30-foot-long tiger, with blood condensed into wings, this black tiger's speed was extremely fast, and its claws directly grabbed the top of Han Muye's head.

The same speed as the black tiger, or even faster, is a thin young man with illusory wings behind him.

This young man just flashed, and he had already appeared behind Han Muye.

"Black Tiger Sha and Breeze Black Bat!"

An exclamation came from behind Han Muye.

Can you have a name?

It seems that he is also a master among the demon clan.

Han Muye turned his gaze forward, and the black tiger's claws were already in front of him.

There was no sound behind him, and a cyan dagger stabbed at his neck.

quick.

The black tiger is fast, and the dagger of the skinny youth is even faster.

These two big demons seem to be winning first.

Around, the human race practitioners sighed, shouted, exclaimed, and screamed with swords.

The Qingming Sword in the palm of Han Muye's palm was released.

It seems that it is deterred by the terror between life and death.

His right hand holding the dagger also lowered slightly.

Stop resisting.

Right.

Before the two extremely powerful monster clan masters, what is the difference between resisting and not resisting?

The seven big demons attacked at the same time, and in the end, the first to succeed were Heihusha and Qingfeng Heibat.

The figures of the remaining five big demons paused slightly.

Don't rush.

"Thorn - hum -"

A sword chant interrupted everyone's thoughts.

It was a blue sword light.

The sword light draws an arc, with a graceful streamer, like a crescent moon, passing in front of Heihusha's neck.

The blood-colored crescent flies.

fly freely.

What brought up was a shred of blood.

Before everyone could understand where the **** light came from, another soft sound came from beside Han Muye.

"Thorn--la."

It was the sound of the sharp stabbing of the dagger.

At some point, Han Muye's right dagger landed on his left, and then penetrated the rib of the Breeze Black Bat, straight to his heart.

Han Muye slowly withdrew the short sword, and the Breeze Black Bat behind him raised the sword in his hand.

Unfortunately, all of his power was pulled away the moment Han Muye's dagger was pulled away from his body.

When his body fell to the dust, his eyes fell on the black tiger who fell one step earlier.

Didn't the ancient demon master say that when falling from the same height, the speed is the same regardless of the severity?

Could it be that the black tiger fell first?

In other words, you are more durable than that guy?

This is Qingfeng Heifu's last mood.

"Om-"

When the Qingming Sword returned to Han Muye's palm, the sword vibrated and cheered.

magic weapon.

A real spiritual tool, there is a spirit in the sword.

After obtaining the power of the bloodline of the great demon spirit, the long sword that Mo Yuan gave him finally turned into a real spiritual weapon, and he had his own sword spirit.

"That is, the crescent moon swordsmanship, right?"

"It's the swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect, how can it be so powerful."

Many swordsmen masters know the arc of Han Qingming's sword when it flies out.

It's just that no one knows what kind of swordsmanship Ziyan is using in his hand.

A close sword is invincible.

Reverse, left hand, down string.

The two swords were returned to their hands, Qing Ming was on the right, and Zi Yan was on the left.

Holding the two swords, Han Muye stood alone in front of countless big demons.

Stopping their bodies, the five big demons who did not rush in front of Han Muye showed fear and did not dare to move forward.

If it was them who rushed past just now, I am afraid they have fallen into the dust now.

This swordsmanship is amazing!

Although the demon clan acts more violently, they are not fools who want to die.

This is the sword repair.

The two swords volleyed into the sky, and no one dared to cross the thunder pond for half a step.

Kendo practice, shouldn't it be so happy and grudge?

For ten miles, it was quiet.

Only the breeze stroking, brushing the edge of the long sword in Han Muye's hand, brought out a tremor.

"boom--"

Above the sky in the distance, there was a black demon cloud that turned into a hundred feet of tiger claws and fell instantly.

Han Muye, who was standing still in the air, was locked by an overwhelming invisible force, unable to escape.

The top powerhouses of the demon race take action!

With this coercion, at least it is the eighth level of Pill Formation!

Such a strong person actually disregarded his face and shot at the lower-level juniors.

Before the mountain forest, Huang Lao Liu took a deep breath and looked at the giant claw pressing down on Han Muye, with blood surging in his eyes.

In front of a large bluestone, Li San brought the green gourd to his mouth, took a sip, and drew his sword.

It was the iron sword that Deng Chungang gave her back then.

In a real life-and-death fight, she still felt that this sword was easier to handle than the Xuanyang Sword.

The demonic energy slowly pressed down, and in the sea of ​​Han Mu's wild energy, ninety sword intents began to churn.

In his dantian, two sword pills spun rapidly, waiting for his call.

In the Divine Treasure, the Sword of Divine Soul has condensed.

At this moment, there was a flash of sword light on the sky.

"Thorn-"

There was a piercing scream in the sky.

Then, a thunderous roar echoed through.

"Grandma's, dare to stretch out a cat's paw in front of this old man. Next time I come again, this old man will cut more than one paw."

? "

"This name is fine."

Someone called out softly.

"Kuraga-"

Han Muye raised the Qingming long sword with his left hand, and pulled out the purple short sword in the sword box with his right hand.

Purple inflammation.

One blue and one purple, one long and one short.

There are not many sword cultivators in the world who practise double swords.

It is rare to have swords in hand like Han Muye's double swords.

No one knew whether he started with double swords at this time, whether he really practiced double swordsmanship, or whether it was just a preparation.

Ahead, among the demon army, several dignified figures rushed out.

Just now, those masters who had access to the environment were beheaded by Han Muye with one sword, which greatly affected the morale of the demon army.

At this time, the seven figures of different shapes, but the same momentum, can rush out of the big monsters in the mountains and rivers.

Enlightenment.

In the cultivation method of the demon clan, the enlightenment period is an important stage.

Because once the demon clan reaches enlightenment and opens their own divine treasure, they can inherit the power of bloodline inheritance.

Those mysterious bloodline powers from Manghuang, more or less, will increase the combat power of these monster clan powerhouses.

There are also some lucky ones who can soar into the sky with the help of enlightenment.

"Roar--"

The one who rushed to Han Muye first was a middle-aged man who turned into a black tiger in mid-air.

Transformed into a 30-foot-long tiger, with blood condensed into wings, this black tiger's speed was extremely fast, and its claws directly grabbed the top of Han Muye's head.

The same speed as the black tiger, or even faster, is a thin young man with illusory wings behind him.

This young man just flashed, and he had already appeared behind Han Muye.

"Black Tiger Sha and Breeze Black Bat!"

An exclamation came from behind Han Muye.

Can you have a name?

It seems that he is also a master among the demon clan.

Han Muye turned his gaze forward, and the black tiger's claws were already in front of him.

There was no sound behind him, and a cyan dagger stabbed at his neck.

quick.

The black tiger is fast, and the dagger of the skinny youth is even faster.

These two big demons seem to be winning first.

Around, the human race practitioners sighed, shouted, exclaimed, and screamed with swords.

The Qingming Sword in the palm of Han Muye's palm was released.

It seems that it is deterred by the terror between life and death.

His right hand holding the dagger also lowered slightly.

Stop resisting.

Right.

Before the two extremely powerful monster clan masters, what is the difference between resisting and not resisting?

The seven big demons attacked at the same time, and in the end, the first to succeed were Heihusha and Qingfeng Heibat.

The figures of the remaining five big demons paused slightly.

Don't rush.

"Thorn - hum -"

A sword chant interrupted everyone's thoughts.

It was a blue sword light.

The sword light draws an arc, with a graceful streamer, like a crescent moon, passing in front of Heihusha's neck.

The blood-colored crescent flies.

fly freely.

What brought up was a shred of blood.

Before everyone could understand where the **** light came from, another soft sound came from beside Han Muye.

"Thorn--la."

It was the sound of the sharp stabbing of the dagger.

At some point, Han Muye's right dagger landed on his left, and then penetrated the rib of the Breeze Black Bat, straight to his heart.

Han Muye slowly withdrew the short sword, and the Breeze Black Bat behind him raised the sword in his hand.

Unfortunately, all of his power was pulled away the moment Han Muye's dagger was pulled away from his body.

When his body fell to the dust, his eyes fell on the black tiger who fell one step earlier.

Didn't the ancient demon master say that when falling from the same height, the speed is the same regardless of the severity?

Could it be that the black tiger fell first?

In other words, you are more durable than that guy?

This is Qingfeng Heifu's last mood.

"Om-"

When the Qingming Sword returned to Han Muye's palm, the sword vibrated and cheered.

magic weapon.

A real spiritual tool, there is a spirit in the sword.

After obtaining the power of the bloodline of the great demon spirit, the long sword that Mo Yuan gave him finally turned into a real spiritual weapon, and he had his own sword spirit.

"That is, the crescent moon swordsmanship, right?"

"It's the swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect, how can it be so powerful."

Many swordsmen masters know the arc of Han Qingming's sword when it flies out.

It's just that no one knows what kind of swordsmanship Ziyan is using in his hand.

A close sword is invincible.

Reverse, left hand, down string.

The two swords were returned to their hands, Qing Ming was on the right, and Zi Yan was on the left.

Holding the two swords, Han Muye stood alone in front of countless big demons.

Stopping their bodies, the five big demons who did not rush in front of Han Muye showed fear and did not dare to move forward.

If it was them who rushed past just now, I am afraid they have fallen into the dust now.

This swordsmanship is amazing!

Although the demon clan acts more violently, they are not fools who want to die.

This is the sword repair.

The two swords volleyed into the sky, and no one dared to cross the thunder pond for half a step.

Kendo practice, shouldn't it be so happy and grudge?

For ten miles, it was quiet.

Only the breeze stroking, brushing the edge of the long sword in Han Muye's hand, brought out a tremor.

"boom--"

Above the sky in the distance, there was a black demon cloud that turned into a hundred feet of tiger claws and fell instantly.

Han Muye, who was standing still in the air, was locked by an overwhelming invisible force, unable to escape.

The top powerhouses of the demon race take action!

With this coercion, at least it is the eighth level of Pill Formation!

Such a strong person actually disregarded his face and shot at the lower-level juniors.

Before the mountain forest, Huang Lao Liu took a deep breath and looked at the giant claw pressing down on Han Muye, with blood surging in his eyes.

In front of a large bluestone ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Li San brought the green gourd to his mouth, took a sip, and drew his sword.

It was the iron sword that Deng Chungang gave her back then.

In a real life-and-death fight, she still felt that this sword was easier to handle than the Xuanyang Sword.

The demonic energy slowly pressed down, and in the sea of ​​Han Mu's wild energy, ninety sword intents began to churn.

In his dantian, two sword pills spun rapidly, waiting for his call.

In the Divine Treasure, the Sword of Divine Soul has condensed.

At this moment, there was a flash of sword light on the sky.

"Thorn-"

There was a piercing scream in the sky.

Then, a thunderous roar echoed through.

"Grandma's, dare to stretch out a cat's paw in front of this old man. Next time I come again, this old man will cut more than one paw."