Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Latest Website: Han Muye looked at Master Tu Sun, who had a proud face, and nodded lightly.

The first swordsman in Western Xinjiang.

Wandering around in the pile of scattered cultivators, being abducted for the two hundred spiritual stone pits, talking about life and death.

When the sword came out, he was full of foul language, like a chattering villager.

All these appearances turned into nothingness before the rolling sword river.

One sword and two swords, the sword is like a mountain, the sky is falling and the earth is cracking.

The sword is like a river, wrapped in mud flow, running for thousands of miles!

This kind of swordsmanship is the invincible swordsman in the world.

The number one sword cultivator in the Western Borders is worthy of the name.

"Do you think this swordsmanship is good too?" Master Tu Sun looked even more smug, raised his finger and pointed to the front of Jianhe.

Countless demon powerhouses were entrapped and turned into powder.

"This swordsmanship is truly the best in the Western Frontier." Han Muye replied earnestly, and then said, "I don't know how this swordsmanship combines the power of mountains and rivers, what will it be like?"

Master Tu Sun, who was still smiling on his face, stiffened.

He waved his hand, muttered a few times in his mouth, looked up into the distance, and pouted, "Aren't you embarrassing me, stinky boy? Without the fifth level of Nascent Soul, who can master the three swords?"

Worldly practice, one realm and one heaven.

The third level of the human realm, cultivating vitality, condensing qi, building foundation, each layer is nine layers, and condensing the foundation of practice.

The third level of the environment, the passage of veins, the enlightenment of the spirit, the formation of elixir, the formation of golden elixir, the perfection of practice, and the invincible celestial overhaul in the world.

The third level of the heavenly realm, Nascent Soul, Out of Body, Spirit Transformation. When you reach the realm of heaven, your body will be your raft, your soul will be your treasure.

Nascent Soul, that is the beginning of breaking away from the mundane, and using the power of heaven and earth to transform the Dao as a source of self-reliance.

This kind of power is the best in the world, the peak of the Western Frontier.

Heavenly cultivation, every step of accumulation is terrifying.

Countless resources are piled up, and it is difficult to enter an inch.

Even if Master Tu Sun is invincible in swordsmanship and his own cultivation, he is still stuck in the second level of Nascent Soul, and has not moved for hundreds of years.

"In the fifth level of Yuan Ying, can you comprehend the three swords?"

Han Muye whispered softly.

Really?

At this time, in his mind, the swordsmanship images of Master Tu Sun holding a sword and collapsing a mountain and waving his hand into a river kept flowing.

"Om-"

After changing back and forth several times, the picture roared, and the mountains and rivers melted into each other, turning into a sea of ​​swords!

Who said that non-Yuan Ying five-layer can't comprehend the third sword posture?

The third type of swordsmanship is just a fusion of the general trend, turning the sea into a mulberry field!

"boom--"

Above Han Muye's head, endless spiritual energy rolled back and turned into a vortex.

All the viscous forces that were left in the surrounding world were swept away and poured directly into Han Muye's dantian.

The originally chaotic spiritual energy in Han Muye's dantian continued to rotate, and it was divided into nine clouds of turbidity.

His sea of ​​air was tumbling and surging, and the space expanded tenfold!

In the already empty Divine Treasure, there are traces of Divine Soul Sword Qi condensed.

He was originally covered with gray hair because of the excessive consumption of his lifespan, which turned into blue-black visible to the naked eye, with only a few gray strands on his temples.

"It's an epiphany." Master Tu Sun muttered, and then tutted a few times, with a strange look on his face: "It's really just building a foundation..."

foundation.

Just at the top of the mountain gate of Yuntai Dao Sect, watching the magnificent sword of Tu Sun Shi, the first swordsman in the Western Region, Han Muye, who had an understanding, made a direct breakthrough and was called a foundation-building practitioner.

The foundation-building stage is the last realm of the human realm, and it is also the foundation of the realm.

Having built the foundation of the Great Dao, with a life span of more than 500 years, he is no longer a mortal who lingers in the world.

When Han Muye opened his eyes, the sword light flashed and disappeared.

Build a foundation.

The dantian aura was ten times the previous stock, and the eighteen immortal-grade pills surged with medicinal power, and every moment was filled with aura.

The two sword pills spun gently, played freely, and landed on the top of the nine-layer cloud platform. Below the cloud platform, a sword intent floated like a fish, flashing a halo.

This sword intent is Han Muye's cultivation and cultivation, and it belongs to his own refining power.

In the sea of ​​​​air space, the original feeling of fullness and tearing has been greatly reduced, and the ninety sword intents slowly floated and revolved.

The two sword intents, which already had half-step sword power, were even more solid, and it seemed that with a single opportunity, they could truly be transformed into sword powers.

In the Divine Treasure Space, only half of the medicinal power of the Purple Jade Pill remains.

But at this time, the Divine Treasure Space expanded tenfold, and the originally thin Divine Soul Sword Qi slowly began to condense.

Once you enter the foundation building, heaven and earth are divided into immortals!

Standing in the void, Han Muye's body was surrounded by sword energy, his clothes were fluttering in the wind, and his body was like a fairy.

"boom--"

It was only at this moment that the Jianhe River, which was hundreds of miles away, shattered, turned into endless sword energy, and exploded with a bang.

This sword energy smashed the monsters in the Jianhe River into pieces.

The Jianhe River swept through, and there were not one out of ten Southern Wilderness Monster Races.

"Master Tu Sun, you want to be with me in the Southern Wilderness forever—"

Thousands of miles away, there was a voice.

A giant palm slammed it down, smashing all the sword energy.

Then the demonic energy raged, as if it was about to come backwards.

Master Tu Sun snorted, watching the ancient sword weapon on Han Muye's head slowly dissipate, with a hint of regret on his face.

If it wasn't for the Hundred Breath Time and Han Muye's sword of divine soul dissipating, those few Southern Wilderness Great Demons wouldn't even dare to let go of a fart.

"Boy, you help me with a sword, and I will return your sword."

Master Tu Sun whispered, and his body shook. The power of the soul that belonged to him on the dissipating sword above Han Muye's head was all reversed and fell into Han Muye's body.

This is, to send the Divine Soul Sword Qi to yourself?

Han Muye looked at Master Tu Sun in doubt.

The sword of the soul that Master Tu Sun repaired took a lot of time and a lot of soul power.

The key is that in this divine soul sword qi, there is Master Tu Sun's cultivation insight, the sword power avenue!

"If you say I will send you, I will send you. How can I say that this old man is also the strongest sword cultivator in the Western Border. Can he still take advantage of you?"

Master Tu Sun glared at Han Muye and ignored him, turning to look at the Yuntai Daozong Mountain Gate below.

"Hurry up and pack up, and follow me to Yunchao Ridge."

Master Tu Sun pointed to the roiling demonic energy in the distance, and said coldly, "This old man will not come again."

"Fellow Daoist Tu..." The Taoist Qingpao who cried out before looked excited, bowed to Master Tu Sun, and then shouted: "Shu Luo, no, all the disciples, you can leave and go to Yunchao Ridge!"

After the Taoist finished speaking, his figure paused, and he raised his hand and threw out a hundred-zhang flying boat.

Those low-level disciples rushed into the flying boat, and the other masters also scattered all kinds of flying escape instruments, leading a group of Yuntai Daoist disciples to go to Yunchao Ridge.

At this time, Han Muye just pressed the sword of divine soul that Master Tu Sun gave him to the divine treasure, and suppressed it a little.

The divine soul sword qi that Master Tu Sun gave him is too strong, and it already has the state of sword power.

This process cannot be accomplished in a short time.

Seeing that everyone in Yuntai Dao Sect flew away, Han Muye glanced at the billowing demon cloud and said in a low voice, "Senior, let's go too."

If you don't leave, you will face the demon clan again.

He didn't want to fight again.

Useless battle, why bother.

Master Tu Sun waved his hand and said with a grin, "Isn't it a pity that you didn't take away so many good things on Yuntai Mountain and just gave them to the demon clan?"

pity?

So what can be done, Yuntai Daozong must have a lot of various treasures, but it is too late to collect them carefully.

There are also many buildings that took countless hours to build, and the planted elixir and plants can only be cheap for the demon clan.

"Boy, don't say that the old man is not kind, I can only divide you 20%." Master Tu Sun rubbed his hands and raised his arms.

A sword light descended from the sky, and then slashed on the halfway of Yuntai Mountain.

"boom--"

The sound shook thousands of miles, like a landslide.

The demon clan running from a distance paused slightly, wondering what happened here.

Han Muye's eyes widened, and he saw that Master Tu Sun's sleeves were shrouded in his sleeves, and he gathered up most of the Yuntai Mountain that had been slashed by a sword.

It's enough for people to scrape the land, you are, even the mountains are dug directly...

Looking at Master Tu Sun, whose face was blushing, Han Muye understood why this old fellow wanted to let the people of Yuntai Dao Sect leave at full speed.

If the people of Yuntai Taoist Sect did not leave, how could he be so embarrassed to put the entire mountain gate in his pocket?

"Let's go, let's go, go back and count, the old man will convert the spirit stone to you."

"Don't worry, the character of the old man can fool you in this matter?"

He closed his sleeves with one hand and painted Master Sun's generous face.

"The Southern Wilderness Monster Race, the old man wrote down the matter of your destruction of the Yuntai Daozong Mountain Gate."

Before leaving, Master Tu Sun did not forget to shout, and poured all the dirty water on the returning demon clan.

Han Muye shook his head, followed behind Master Tu Sun, turned into a sword light, and walked away.

However, he did not follow Master Tu Sun very closely.

He felt that this old guy might kill himself for the property of Yuntai Daozong.

"boom--"

The sword light roared, traveled thousands of miles, and returned to Yunchao Ridge.

At this time, in addition to the previous Fengshou Mountain defeated masters from various sects, the reinforcements under the rule of Jiuxuan Jianmen, and the entire Yuntai Taoist sect were hundreds of thousands of disciples on Yunchao Ridge.

There are as many as one million practitioners in the entire station.

These people looked up at the two sword lights that turned into rainbows, broke through the raging demonic energy, and landed thousands of feet in the sky above Yunchao Ridge.

Green robe and purple crown, with a long sword on his back, his hands folded over his sleeves, he stood in the sky.

The first swordsman in Western Xinjiang, Master Tu Sun.

The white robe is light, the body is carrying two swords, and the robe is fluttering, like an immortal.

Swordsman exiled, Han Muye.

This name has only been circulated for half a day, and at this time it has already passed through Yunchao Ridge.

One person and two swords, crossed the demon clan, and established the Yunchao Ridge front.

One person went retrograde, invited the first sword cultivator in the western border, and asked if he dared to go with him.

Yu Yijian, with the power of ten thousand swords on Yunchao Ridge, slays the great monster in the Southern Wilderness.

With a sword~www.wuxiahere.com~, he helped Tusun Shi, the first swordsman in Western Xinjiang, to turn his sword into a river, break the siege of the demon clan in the southern wilderness, and rescue hundreds of thousands of disciples of Yuntai Taoist sect.

Such a person deserves the title of a kendo exile.

On the Yunchao Ridge, Yuntai Daozong led the overhaul and bowed to Master Tu Sun: "Yuntai Daozong thank you for your help."

Without Master Tu Sun's sword, the Yuntai Taoist Sect would have been destroyed today.

All Yuntai Daoist disciples bowed.

Master Tu Sun's expression remained unchanged, he looked up at the distance, and accepted the salute calmly.

The Taoist Qingpao below looked up and looked at Han Muye beside Master Tu Sun.

"Fellow Daoist Han Muye of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, Pin Dao and Yuntai Dao Sect thank you for your help."

He folded his hands, then took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "Today, you have used up the sword of the soul that you have cultivated. This kindness will be repaid by Yuntai Taoist Sect."