Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The latest website: "Master Tu Sun, do you look down on Lao Tzu? Do you want this kid to tickle Lao Tzu?"

The black armored man said so, but his eyes were fixed on the long sword above Han Muye's head.

This sword has a sharpness that makes his heart shiver.

The great monster in the heavens also has moments of fear!

Back then, at the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain, Han Muye manipulated the Sword of Divine Soul and slashed the leader of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect with one sword.

Zhang Cheng at that time was the realm of heaven.

But compared with the long sword on his head at this time, that sword was completely the ratio of Firefly to Haoyue.

The sword condensed by Master Tu Sun's divine soul, the sword intent condensed into substance.

In the sword light, there is a sword energy like a dragon.

Rather than saying that this is the sword of the soul, it is better to say that it is the condensation of Master Tu Sun's lifelong kendo practice.

Han Muye's soul merged with this sword, and there was a kind of fulfillment that the world was under control.

Sword power!

With a sword in hand, I have the world.

This is the general trend of kendo, a sword stance that can only be formed by three thousand sword intents.

In the entire western border, there are countless swordsmen.

There is no one among thousands of people who can condense into a sword power.

Jiuxuan Jianmen is known as the second sword sect in the Western Xinjiang, and it is only one Tuoba Cheng who forcibly condenses the White Tiger Sword Stance.

Tuoba Cheng was able to fight against the half-step heaven with his sword power and enlightenment cultivation.

Feeling the mighty power in the long sword, Han Mu's wild face revealed fearless fighting intent.

It turned out that the sword of the soul condensed into sword intent is far from the end.

The sword of the soul can also achieve the general trend of the world!

Han Muye's eyes sparkled with brilliance, and the long sword above his head turned into a plain grey and simple sword.

As soon as the sword appeared, Master Tu Sun's expression changed instantly.

"Flame..."

"The sword of Sect Master Hong Chaoyang back then!"

In his eyes, there was a strange look, and he fixedly looked at the sword.

"Senior, this junior is proficient in swordsmanship a lot." Han Muye looked at the black armored demon of the demon clan, but said lightly to Master Tu Sun.

"Senior, you said that it is better to be special than miscellaneous."

"Junior has a sword, senior please wait and see-"

When the voice fell, all the auras on Han Muye's body subsided, and he was in the air, like a mortal.

How can a person who can control the sword of monstrous power be a mortal?

He put one hand behind his back, and the other hand formed sword fingers and slowly stretched forward.

"This swordsmanship does not depend on cultivation, aptitude, or talent."

"Sword cultivation in the world, as long as you have a sword in your heart, you can cultivate this swordsmanship."

The brilliance in Han Muye's eyes almost matched the sword light in the sky.

The long sword above his head vibrated gently.

At this moment, all the swords began to vibrate within a thousand miles.

"The heart of the sword is transparent!"

Master Tu Sun widened his eyes and whispered, "This is the seed of kendo..."

The sword light is magnificent, and the endless sword energy permeates.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one sword!

On the opposite side, Yaozu Tianjiu's eyes revealed killing intent, and his body was full of blood.

He didn't dare to wait, and with a loud shout, he turned into a monster with long horns and a half-dragon body.

Staring at Han Muye, the monster roared like thunder: "You can't leave such talent in swordsmanship!"

The monster roared, raised its minions, rushed towards Han Muye, and slapped it on the head.

The wind and the cloud follow each other, and the sky and the earth change.

The great monster of the heavenly realm to which the Jiaolong belongs, with a full blow, it can shatter thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!

Before such a blow, who can not be afraid?

Before the Jiaolong arrived, the suffocating pressure had already fixed Han Muye's body and Zhou Liuyun, and then smashed it into pieces.

The Heavenly Realm, the great demon of the Nascent Soul stage, already has the power to influence the heavenly secrets!

On the Yunchao Ridge in the distance, all the practitioners under the circumstance have weak legs and feet.

This is the power of heaven!

In the distance, Li Xixi gritted her teeth and held her sword tightly, trying her best not to fall off the cloud.

Before the coercion of the Heavenly Realm Demon, it was difficult for her to even maintain her figure in the air.

She stared at Han Muye, who was locked by the big demon and photographed with one paw.

She didn't know if Han Muye could stop the Heavenly Realm Demon.

Heaven ah...

Han Muye's expression did not change before the figure of the Floating Flood Dragon.

His eyes were soft, as if the dragon was not rushing towards him.

He pointed forward and whispered softly.

Look ahead, there is a sword in front of your fingers, nothing can stop it!

At this moment, Han Muye burst out with a tyrannical sword intent that made Master Sun, the first swordsman in the Western Border, look at him!

"Wan - sword - return - zong."

"boom--"

As Han Muye's voice fell, the great sword above his head exploded and turned into nothingness.

At the moment when the long sword dissipated, there was a sword light shining in the whole world.

Where does the sword come from?

The hand of ordinary swordsmen in the world.

A sword.

Ten swords.

Hundred handles.

Thousand handles.

Ten thousand long swords flew out from Yunchao Ridge and condensed into a dragon of long swords.

Ten thousand swords are bones, ten thousand swords are scales, ten thousand swords are soul!

The Dragon of Ten Thousand Swords roared and engulfed the dragon and beast in front of Han Muye.

The Flood Dragon, which changed the color of the world, never even had a chance to resist in front of the Long Sword Dragon.

Wan Jian Hua Rainbow! The sword is the dragon!

Thousands of swords intertwined and circulated, and the long dragon turned into blood.

This is the inexhaustible qi and blood of the heavenly demon and the demonic qi of the demon bones.

A great demon from the heavens was strangled and bloodied.

"Roar--"

Among the ten thousand swords, there is a faint and bright flood dragon phantom screaming sadly, trying to break away from the strangulation of the long sword.

Yuan Ying, the demon clan is called Yao Ying.

The Great Demon of the Realm has been cultivating for countless years, and the strength of the practice has been condensed.

Heavenly realm overhaul, relying on the power of the Nascent Soul and immortality, he will be reborn.

This is a power that is completely beyond the ordinary, and the illusory Jiaolong rushed out of the sword dragon and groaned in anger.

Just before the dragon roared, the giant dragon transformed by the long sword opened its mouth again.

Jiaolong Yuanying, falling.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect, one sword kills the heavenly realm overhaul!

Even the demon baby was directly strangled.

The death of the body disappears, nothing more than that.

This sword borrowed the power of tens of thousands of sword cultivators on Yunchao Ridge in the western border.

This sword was made by Han Muye, not by him.

"The world's swordsmen are of the same mind, and the heavenly monster is only one sword."

Han Muye slowly withdrew his hands, put his hands behind his back, looked at the empty space in front of him, and said lightly.

At this moment, he seemed to descend like a sword immortal, and with his gestures, he overwhelmed thousands of sword cultivators in the world.

The giant dragon transformed by the 10,000-foot long sword hung around his feet, and then his eyes stared not far away, the last of the three Heavenly Realm overhauls in Nanhuang.

On that day, the big demon was shocked, and only felt the coldness from the soles of his feet and straight to the top of his head.

He shouted loudly, knocked off Master Tu Sun's swordsmanship Tianlong in front of him, and turned away.

If you don't leave at this time, do you have to wait for the long dragon to roar and devour yourself?

This long sword dragon can kill one heavenly realm, and it can kill the second heavenly realm!

The big demon fled, and the demonic energy in the sky disappeared.

The three Southern Wilderness Heavenly Realm overhauled, one died, one was injured, and the other escaped.

The situation of the battle changes, only in an instant.

Han Muye raised his hand a little, and the ten-thousand-handled sword that had cultivated the blood and soul of the Great Demon of the Heavenly Realm slowly turned.

These swords have been condensed through this, and they have been reborn and transformed into spirits.

As long as they are properly nurtured, these swords can have a broad space for growth.

This is chance.

Turning his head, Han Muye looked at Master Tu Sun and said with a smile, "Senior, you will not disgrace your mission."

Master Tu Sun nodded, looking at Han Muye just about to answer, Han Muye said again, "My sword still has sixty-two breaths."

The soul of the sword pavilion condenses a sword, and a sword can fight the heavens within a hundred breaths.

Just now, Han Muye used this sword to slay a major cultivator of the Heaven Realm, from start to finish, it didn't take forty breaths!

Is this kind of swordsmanship possible in the mortal world?

Master Tu Sun smiled and looked at the long sword condensed above Han Muye's head again: "It's a good way to return to the ancestors!"

On him, there is a monstrous fighting spirit rising, and there is a bright light like a sword in his eyes.

This is the fighting spirit of a sword cultivator.

Across the western frontier, one sword is invincible, Master Tu Sun has not had the fighting spirit that burns blood like today for countless years!

Sword cultivators, fight for the edge with swords!

In front of Han Muye's 10,000 swords returning to his ancestors, the battle of Master Tu Sun was surging.

"Boy, there are sixty breaths left, the old man will let you see what is the peak of the Western Border Swordsmanship!"

The voice fell, and the wind rose!

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, fly over in one breath!

Master Tu Sun and Han Muye turned into a stream of light for a thousand miles at the same time, spanning thousands of mountains and appearing in the sky above the sect of Yuntai Dao Zongmen.

Above the Yuntai Taoist Sect, on the broken mountain protection formation, there is sadness and despair.

Countless Yuntai Daoist disciples tried their best to fill the gaps in the large array of light curtains.

Unfortunately, the Southern Wilderness Monster Race is too strong.

The destruction of Yuntai Daozong is only at the end of the day!

The sword light, across the world, came in one breath.

All the desperate Yuntai Daoist disciples raised their heads and widened their eyes.

Above their heads, two figures stood still.

One was wearing a white shirt, carrying a pair of swords and holding his hands like a leisurely retreat.

One was wearing a blue-grey Taoist robe, with purple-gold hair, and his sword intent rushed into the sky.

"Fellow Master Tu Sun!"

"The number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang, Senior Tu Sun Shi!"

Below, countless exclamations began.

"Fellow Daoist Tu, you are confused!"

"Go away, my Yuntai Taoist Sect is dead, and I won't be a sinner in the Western Xinjiang!"

A sad cry suppressed all the shouts, and a white-haired Taoist in a green robe stared at Master Tu Sun with a desperate face: "What if my Yuntai Taoist sect is cut off? Dangerous!"

Master Tu Sun, with the sword energy rising from his body, glanced down, then said coldly, "You are in danger."

Han Muye turned his head and saw that Master Tu Sun's beard and hair were all stretched out, and the sword intent on his body turned into a wandering dragon, then he stretched out his hand and wrapped the sword of divine soul on Han Muye's head.

"I kill you with a sword from a thousand miles, you are talking nonsense to me."

"I've come here, I don't know what to say."

Cursing in his mouth, the sword light on his body rose ten thousand feet, like a mountain like a mountain.

Seeing Han Muye looking at him, Master Tu Sun shook his head and said, "I'm used to it. Back then, when I didn't dare to kill someone, my senior brother told me to scold me a few swear words, and I felt relieved."

"When the heart is free, the sword is sharp."

Han Muye nodded and said lightly, "There are fifty-three breaths left."

"Go!" Master Tu Sun shouted, the sword light above his head condensed into a green mountain, slamming down!

Condensing the mountain with the sword, borrowing the power of the mountain, this is the sword power!

In Han Muye's eyes, he could see that thousands of sword lights twisted and interlaced, merged with the sword of the soul, and then slammed down.

The mountains are the appearance, and the sword light is the substance!

Jianxiu, after all, is Jianxiu.

A sword fell~www.wuxiahere.com~The mountains collapsed!

Swordsmanship, collapsing mountains.

The ultimate swordsmanship in the world, using the sword to form a mountain, using the sword to break down the mountain, and using the sword to collapse the mountain!

Landslide, the trend is falling!

"Can't stop it!"

"escape--"

Three shouts sounded, and countless monsters flew away.

The mountains are rolling, the sword light is shining, and the killing intent is in the sky.

The landslide became a trend and turned into a torrent!

One sword, two swords!

Master Tu Sun grinned, turned his face, looked at Han Muye with a slightly blank expression on his face, and let out a satisfied laugh.

"Boy, how about my sword?"