Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The magic trick.

There are many magic practitioners in the Western Xinjiang, and various exercises are spread.

In the eyes of Xijiang practitioners, there is a natural estrangement between magic cultivators, sword cultivators and spiritual qi cultivators.

Mo Xiu is more cold-blooded than other practitioners.

It is said that Li Mubai, the sect master of Shangyang Demon Sect, the first demon major in Western Xinjiang, once killed his Taoist companion with his own hands.

That's why Jiang Ming reminded him when he saw Han Muye and Bai Suzhen doing business.

Most of the Western Border Demon Cultivators will not end well.

"I know you have no prejudice against demon cultivators." Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

"Otherwise you wouldn't be entangled with Bai Suzhen."

These words turned Han Muye's serious face into a smile.

Indeed, in his view, there is no right or wrong in practice, it only depends on whether the practitioner's original heart is right.

Tang Chixiu is actually the true direct-line cultivation method of Jiu Xuan Jianmen, so what?

This time it wasn't because he deliberately delayed, and the Fengshou Mountain defense line might not be broken.

"You can see through the sixth brother." Han Muye shook his head, and also reached out and peeled a sweet potato.

Han Muye didn't stay in Huang Lao Liu's place any longer. After saying a few words, he got up and left.

On the cliff in the distance, Li San was carrying the wine gourd, pouring it one after another.

Han Muye stepped forward and took out his small gourd.

He took a long sip of the sad wine, then turned the mouth of the wine gourd down, letting the precious wine scatter.

"There is a rule in my hometown that if you spill wine on the ground, those who have passed away can drink it."

Han Muye said, holding the wine gourd and gesturing in the air: "Ten Brother, Nineteen respects you."

Li San raised his head, also lifted the wine gourd, and then took another sip.

"This guy Lu Shi has an idea for me."

Sprinkling the wine in the wine gourd like Han Muye did, Li San suddenly spoke up.

"He knew that I was waiting for Deng Chungang, so he didn't mention it to me."

"Before he came, he deliberately borrowed my wine gourd and replaced all my wine with water."

Li San looked into the distance with a mocking smile on his face: "That idiot thought that if he made something delicious and stayed in the spiritual ground, I would be able to care about him?"

"ridiculous."

After speaking, she stood up and handed a small cloth bag to Han Muye.

"This is what Lu Shi asked me to give you."

"Return the spirit stone of your medicinal pill."

The last time Lu Shi came to Fengshou Mountain, he borrowed a medicinal pill from Han Muye.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to take the cloth bag. The cloth bag was full of various spiritual materials, a lot of spiritual stones, and some swords.

All in all, the value is estimated to be hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.

Han Muye held the cloth bag tightly.

To be honest, he never thought about letting Lu Shi and the others return the spirit stone of the medicinal pill.

He is not lacking.

"When this battle is over, I will leave the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

Li San, who had taken a few steps, stopped and said lightly, "I'm not interested in being in the same sect as someone like Tang Er."

After speaking, she took the sword and left.

Han Muye sat on the cliff, looked at the distant Yaozu station, and sighed softly.

"Haha, at a young age, just sigh like this."

"If the old man was like your age, he would have shot that Tang Er directly."

The disheveled Master Tu Sun stood on the edge of the rock at some point, stroked his beard, and sniffed lightly: "The wine is good."

Han Muye raised his hand and threw the little gourd over.

Master Tu Sun took the gourd, lifted it directly, and a stream of bright wine fell into his mouth.

"Good wine!"

One mouthful into his throat, he let out a long laugh, holding the small gourd and taking a few sips, just now he couldn't put it down and played it.

"I'll give it to you if I like it."

Han Muye waved his hand.

When he drank this wine with Lu Shi and the others, he felt very happy.

Now, Li San didn't want to stay in Jiuxuan Jianmen anymore, and Lu Shi also fell.

This wine really makes me sad the more I drink it.

Master Tu Sun laughed, put the wine gourd in his pocket, and said, "Boy, you will get used to it in the future."

"Cultivation is a journey of loneliness."

"Three to five hundred years later, when your companions will wither and disappear, you will no longer have the thoughts you have today."

Han Muye nodded.

He knew that what Tu Sun said was right.

Practitioners can live for thousands of years, and eventually their companions will fall.

No wonder those ancestors can really cut off their love.

But there is nothing that can make them worry about it.

"Don't say, there are quite a few of your Jiuxuan Jianmen juniors who are tyrannical in combat power, but they are really ruthless, and it's that Tang Er."

"If today's event really happens, he will have a place in the entire Western Frontier." Master Tu Sun looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face, "Unfortunately, human beings are not as good as heaven."

After speaking, Master Tu Sun turned his head to look at the distant mountain forest, where the demonic energy was rising.

"Boy, it's not easy to survive the next battle."

"Don't die here."

Han Muye laughed and looked up at Master Tu Sun, "Senior, you too."

This made Master Tu Sun laugh out loud, and the voice spread thousands of feet away, attracting countless eyes.

Master Tu Sun left, Han Muye sat cross-legged, and the immortal pills spun in his dantian, swaying his spiritual energy.

He came here without sleep, another battle, and he was indeed exhausted to the extreme.

Cross-legged breathing, his mind was restrained, and the sword energy all over his body was restrained, like a rock.

...

"boom--"

When Han Muye opened his eyes, the sun was already rising.

There was a roar in the distance.

"Last night, the army of the demon clan has been pushed to the front line of Yunchao Ridge." Li San stood on the cliff with a long sword in his arms, his eyes shining brightly with the rising sun.

"There is the direction of Yuntai Daozong."

"It is estimated that Yuntai Daozong is surrounded."

Yuntai Taoist School, one of the nine major schools in Western Xinjiang.

The station is near Fengshou Mountain, and Yuntai Daozong has long been prepared.

In the distance, a light curtain rose up, and then was shattered by the demonic pressure in the sky.

The roar sounded like thunder.

"Can you keep it?"

Han Muye took a deep breath and asked.

Li San shook his head and said, "I can't hold it."

Can't hold it.

Yuntai Daozong is just one of the nine major factions, and it cannot stop the siege of the Southern Wilderness Army.

"Then, let's just watch it like this?" Han Muye narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"The demon clan over there has definitely arranged for a strong person, just waiting for us to rescue." Li San looked calm and looked at Han Muye.

"I'm crazy about killing people, but I'm not stupid."

At this time, who will come to the rescue, and who will not become a fool who digs into a snare?

A roar, resounding.

The sky over there was dyed blue.

Hundreds of miles away, hundreds of thousands of cultivators on Yunchao Ridge just watched.

Han Muye only felt an unresolved depression in his heart condensing, which made him not vomit unpleasantly.

He flew up and turned to look at the mountains behind him.

"Senior Master Tu Sun, Yuntai Daozong was besieged, are we just watching?"

His high-pitched voice came out ten miles away.

Below, countless practitioners looked up at him.

Li San looked at Han Muye.

She didn't understand why Han Muye wanted to come forward at this time.

Today, no one can save Yuntai Daozong.

"Han Muye, who do you think you are?" A cold voice came, and a young man with a sword on his back in a green robe flew up and hung in the air.

The green robe, the long sword, and the sword intent on the body rushes into the sky.

The elite of the younger generation of Taiyi Sword Sect, Sun Jinshi is not to blame.

"You Jiuxuan Jianmen are not responsible for the loss of Fengshou Mountain, but now you are here to ask why you see Yuntai Daozong being besieged."

With a sneer on his face, Sun Jinshi stared at Han Muye: "If you have the ability, go and rescue Yuntai Daozong yourself."

Hearing Sun Jinshi's words, countless practitioners below shook their heads.

The defeat of Fengshou Mountain was due to the Nine Profound Sword Sect. More importantly, the arrival of the Great Demon from the Southern Wilderness, the Western Border was unable to support the line of defense and could only retreat.

But what Sun Jinshi said was right, to find the culprit, it was the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Han Muye glanced over Sun Jinshi's body, then looked at the long sword on his back, and said lightly, "It turns out that he is the same guy as Tang Er."

His words made Sun Jinshi's complexion change, and the long sword behind him was unsheathed with a sound of "Cang Clang".

Han Muye ignored him and turned into a streamer.

"Senior Master Tu Sun, this junior dared to invite you to go to Yuntai Daozong, would you dare to go with me?"

Han Muye let out a long whistle that shook hundreds of miles!

Invite the first sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang to go to Yuntai Daozong!

I also asked if I dared to go together!

This shout made all the practitioners on Yunchao Ling widen their eyes.

Crazy or stupid?

Sun Jinshi stared at him, gritted his teeth, and the sword in his hand showed a sharp edge.

"court death!"

He raised his hand, and the sword light stabbed at Han Muye.

Master Tu Sun is the number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang.

But even the No. 1 Swordsman in the Western Borders would not dare to face the digital Southern Wilderness Demons at the same time.

Han Muye is now inviting the rescue of Yuntai Daozong, he is clearly asking Master Tu Sun to die!

"roll."

Just as Sun Jinshi's sword light stabbed at Han Muye, Li San, who was below, raised his hand with a sword, directly striking Sun Jinshi's sword light away.

"You don't have the guts to go, it doesn't mean others won't go."

Li San drew his sword and shouted loudly: "Jiu Xuan Sword Sect Li Xixi is willing to go—"

She turned into a blue light, and followed Han Muye to the Yuntai Dao Sect.

Ahead, a path of demon light rose up.

Those are the experts in the demon clan who rushed to the sky and blocked the sword light.

In the distance, there are three demon lights that cover the heaven and the earth into smoke pillars.

"Master Tu Sun, do you have the courage to come?"

The sound was like thunder, and the roar exploded.

Then, there is a long smile.

What about the first sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang?

At this time, don't you have to shrink your head obediently?

On the entire Yunchao Ridge, the practitioners of the Western Border gritted their teeth.

But no one wanted Master Tu Sun to take action.

There are only four Heavenly Realm overhaulers in the Western Border.

If Master Tu Sun didn't make a move, he could still act as a deterrent.

Once he made a move, he was besieged by three strong men of the same rank, and there was no hope of victory at all.

Whether it is the fall of Master Tu Sun or serious injury, for Xijiang, it is a critical situation.

"Master, don't go!" The pale-faced Sun Jinshi turned his head and shouted.

"Can't go?"

In the void, Master Tu Sun's voice sounded.

Dressed in a cyan robe, wearing a purple-gold crown on his head, and carrying a bright long sword, Master Tu Sun didn't look as sloppy as yesterday.

"Where not to go?"

Master Tu Sun took a thousand feet, his body was like thunder surging, and the sword lights turned into dragons.

"It's my Western Xinjiang Yuntai Daozong residence, can I, a Western Xinjiang cultivator, go there?"

"Or, in this world, is there a place I can't go to with Master Sun?"

Master Tu Sun took one step at a time, a hundred miles in an instant.

"Haha, it's good to come!"

There was a long laugh from the cloud pillars that the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness had transformed into, and then three cloud pillars slammed into Master Tu Sun.

"Boy, if you ask me if I dare to go, see if the old man dares."

Master Tu Sun smiled, raised his hand and drew the long sword behind him, the sword light swept away, and the dragon shadow flew out instantly.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Tianlong."

Lieyang Palace Town Palace swordsmanship, Tianlong.

This type of swordsmanship, Han Muye had seen from Jianwan.

The ten-thousand-zhang Tianlong, wrapped in wind and thunder, slammed into the big demon cloud pillar blocking the front.

The cloud pillar was knocked away, revealing one of the big men with scales and horns on his head.

With a long axe in the hand of the big man, he slashed towards Tianlong.

The other two cloud pillars collided with Master Tu Sun on the left and right sides.

Master Tu Sun laughed, and an illusory long sword appeared above his head.

"Boy, what's the difference between your sword pavilion's sword of divine soul and this old man's sword?"

He asked, and the long sword above his head slammed into the cloud pillar on the left.

"boom--"

The sword of the soul seemed to be sharper than the swordsmanship Tianlong, and it slashed the cloud pillar with a single sword, causing the green-robed demon clan holding the wooden staff to lose and retreat.

At this time, the cloud pillar of the demon clan on the far right has shrouded the head of Master Tu Sun, and a tall man wearing a black half-armor smiled: "Master Tu Sun, what other means do you have?"

Master Tu Sun's expression did not change, Han Muye moved and landed on the side of Master Tu Sun.

"Since it's a late invitation for the seniors to go with me, I will do my best to help the seniors."

Above Han Muye's head, an illusory long sword appeared, which instantly matched with Master Tu Sun's sword of divine soul.

"boom--"

The two swords were combined, and the big demon who could have resisted was slashed a hundred miles away by one sword, vomiting blood and retreating.

"I Jiange has a sword~www.wuxiahere.com~ that can defeat half a step in the sky and a hundred breaths."

"I'm also very curious about what this sword looks like in the hands of a Heavenly Realm powerhouse today." Han Muye looked at Master Tu Sun and said softly, "Senior, please bring out the sword."

Master Tu Sun laughed and turned to look at the big demon on the right who wanted to escape: "Boy, your swordsmanship is better than mine, I will let you out with this sword."

As his voice fell, the illusory long sword with endless brilliance solidified and landed on top of Han Muye's head.

In Han Muye's eyes, infinite brilliance burst forth.

He slowly looked at the dignified black armored monster in the cloud pillar.

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