Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye, the exiled immortal of kendo from the Western Xinjiang, came from the east with a sword and challenged the kendo of the East China Sea.

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The name of kendo exile has long been circulated in the East China Sea.

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From Jiuxuan Mountain in Western Xinjiang to Tangshan Sword Sect, he became the disciple of Mo Yuan, the elder of the sect, and the only inheritor of Wanjian Guizong.

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After returning to the East China Sea from the Western Xinjiang, Gu Yuanlong, the number one in the Tangshan Sword Sect, praised the exiled immortals in the Western Xinjiang, calling him a rare swordsman in the world.

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Even the Yunhai Jianmen master Guo Tianjin, who did not deal with the Tangshan Sword Sect, was also full of praise for the exiled immortals of the Western Border Swordsmanship.

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Especially after Han Muye, the exiled immortal of kendo, opened the gate of heaven with one sword and opened the way for the swordsmen of the Western Border, all the swordsmen of the East Sea admired him.

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This is a rare sword cultivator in the world.

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Kendo practitioners should have such a responsibility.

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When Han Muye was on the river and wanted to stab the East China Sea with his sword, the East China Sea shook.

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The East China Sea is the East China Sea of ​​Jianxiu.

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There has never been a swordsman who could challenge the East China Sea.

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The last person to challenge in the East China Sea was Han Muye's master Mo Yuan.

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Mo Yuan didn't really run rampant in the East China Sea, he just used Wanjian to return to the sect to ask for advice from all over the world.

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After that, Mo Yuan lived in seclusion in the Tangshan Sword Sect, and only those who came to challenge him would fight.

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Although Mo Yuan is tyrannical, the strongest is Wan Jian Guizong.

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It is the spirit of merging all swords into one.

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This kind of perseverance is respected by sword cultivators.

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Han Muye was different.

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The great master of Confucianism and Taoism, exiled from swordsmanship, on the river, he drew the power of heaven and earth, and slashed the true monarch of Taoism with one sword.

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Such a strong person, who speaks out against the East China Sea, must deal with it with all his strength.

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For a while, kendo practitioners from all over the East China Sea gathered, heading towards the mouth of the East China Sea.

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The estuary of the East China Sea, Yundie Island.

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A sword cultivator in a white robe sat cross-legged.

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No one dared to stay within a hundred zhang of him.

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The fierce sword light filled the hundred-zhang space.

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Donghai Dajianxiu, Zhu Tao.

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The Heavenly Realm out-of-body cultivation base has been rampant in the East China Sea for thousands of years.

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Back then, he challenged people from the five major sword sects, undefeated in 100 games, and became a legend among loose cultivators.

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This time, Zhu Tao came to face Han Muye. First, it happened to be not far from here. Second, he needed a chance.

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The East China Sea is in chaos, and the scattered cultivators have nowhere to go. They need someone who can raise a banner and assemble a group of scattered cultivators.

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Zhu Tao wanted to be that person.

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"coming!"

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In front, someone exclaimed.

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"So fast!" Someone whispered in disbelief.

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Only a few days after Han Muye made his voice above the big river, he crossed more than 100,000 miles and came downstream.

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This speed is already extremely fast.

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"What a strong sword light..." A sword cultivator stood up with a solemn expression.

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The sword light visible to the naked eye turned into a pillar of sword.

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This sword light is bright, and it has blocked all the halo of the blazing sun.

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Zhu Tao's face twitched.

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As an out-of-body sword cultivator, his knowledge is much stronger than others.

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He has only seen such magnificent sword light once in the Supreme Elder of the Five Great Sword Sects.

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At that time, he challenged an elite disciple and made a heavier shot. Then the elder showed his sword light, and he didn't even have the strength to lift the sword for a while.

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It was also because of this incident that he never challenged the disciples of the Five Great Sword Sects again.

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Han Muye is already comparable to the swordsmanship of the great elders of the five major sword sects?

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"Boom—"

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At the mouth of the big river, the bodies of countless surging black armor monsters were knocked away.

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The bodies of the black armored monsters that rolled back from the river collided, squeezed, and turned blood.

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I don't know how many black armored monsters were wrapped in the river and rushed into the sea.

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These black armored monsters who lurked quietly and entered Zhongzhou were directly cleaned up and rushed back to the East China Sea along the river.

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"Om—"

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In the void, the halo vibrated.

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This is the collision between the East China Sea and the power of the Heavenly Dao in Zhongzhou!

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Sure enough, Han Muye came with the Heavenly Dao of Zhongzhou.

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Zhu Tao narrowed his eyes and stared ahead.

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If Han Muye entered the East China Sea, he would turn his head and leave.

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With the blessing of heaven, Han Muye is the peak powerhouse in this world, not to mention that he is a sword cultivator out of one's body, even a major cultivator of spirit transformation, he can't stop him.

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"Curachi—"

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The sound of the long sword being unsheathed came.

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A beam of sword light was as long as a hundred miles, slashed down from Zhongzhou, smashed the barriers of the two domains, and smashed the black armor monster clan that went out to sea, and penetrated 30 miles into the waters of the East China Sea before dispersing.

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The waves created by Jianguang were ten feet high.

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But seeing this sword light, Zhu Tao not only was not shocked, but showed joy on his face.

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With this sword, the power of heaven's blessing has disappeared!

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He let out a long laugh and flew up.

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"Zhu Tao of the East China Sea, come to face the kendo immortal!"

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The voice spread through, the sword light in his hand turned into a long dragon, and the momentum on Zhu Tao's body evoked water vapor, which filled the air like a fortified city.

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"Senior Zhu Tao shot!" On the island, an exclamation sounded.

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"Haha, Senior Zhu Tao is known as the Sword of Hundred Battles. Even the swordsmen of the five major sects can't help him. I didn't expect Senior Zhu Tao to come."

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"I wonder if the kendo exile will be defeated in the first battle of the East China Sea?"

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There were countless discussions, and the eyes of the swordsmen of the East China Sea fell on the silhouettes who stepped into the sky from the mouth of the big river.

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Black hair and white robe, carrying a sword box on his back.

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The figure is tall and straight like a sword, and the sword light is surging all over his body.

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This is a sword cultivator whose fighting spirit can be seen at a glance.

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This is, the swordsman exiled, Han Muye!

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Han Muye had no sword in his hand.

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One step across the Zhongzhou barrier, he finally set foot on the East China Sea.

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Standing in the sky, slowly closing his eyes, Han Muye felt the avenues of the East China Sea.

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Joy.

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I really didn't expect that the East China Sea Heavenly Dao would send him a message of joy.

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Yes, he is a sword cultivator, an extremely strong sword cultivator. The East China Sea Heavenly Dao has been in harmony with kendo for countless years, and naturally a sword cultivator is welcome.

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Moreover, since the Jiaolong clan left the East China Sea, the spirit-armored monsters have been rampant, and the East China Sea Heavenly Dao has also been damaged. Han Muye came here with the spirit-armored monsters in his arms, and killing so many people is also a gift to the East China Sea Heavenly Dao.

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Therefore, Donghai is welcoming Han Muye's arrival.

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"Da Dao, also has his own ideas." Han Muye whispered, his eyes opened, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

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Looking at Zhu Tao standing in front of him holding a sword, Han Muye smiled.

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"I have a sword named Wanjian Guizong."

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"It was taught by Mr. Mo Yuan."

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"Senior is optimistic."

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The voice fell, and the sword light rose.

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There were no greetings, only a battle.

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Isn't it just for the first battle?

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Do you want to drink tea first?

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Sword up.

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Above the long sword, a phantom appeared.

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This is a sword move that belongs to the starting sword move in the water vein swordsmanship.

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This phantom has not dissipated, and a second phantom reappeared.

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Wood Vein Swordsmanship, Dumu.

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The third phantom.

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The fourth phantom.

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……

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The long sword stabs forward, and thousands of phantoms follow!

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"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

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"It's Mr. Mo Yuan's ten thousand swords returning to his ancestry!"

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"I've seen Mr. Mo Yuan use this trick. Mr. Mo Yuan said that anyone can learn this trick, but he has only one disciple..."

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The exclamation below Zhu Tao didn't care.

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At this moment, his whole heart was on the sword in front of him.

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It wasn't the brilliance of Jianguang, but that Jianguang suppressed all his countermeasures.

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Wan Jian.

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Who in the world can practice all kinds of swordsmanship?

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All of his coping methods are in the opponent's style.

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This is Wanjian Guizong!

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Zhu Tao let out a long laugh and raised the sword in his hand.

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"It's a good one, ten thousand swords return to the ancestors, these sword moves are already the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world!"

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The sword in his hand is like a full moon with a clear sword light.

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The full moon spun and slammed into the sword that Han Muye stabbed.

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"No matter how complicated a sword move is, it will eventually be stabbed."

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"Wan Jian returns to the sect, if it can't hurt me, it's just a useless sword move."

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While Zhu Tao chuckled, the full moon formed by the sword light in his hand stood three feet in front of him, standing still.

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I only guard my three-footed sword light, and even if you have ten thousand swords like rain, you can still make no progress at all!

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Zhu Tao's words made the eyes of the sword cultivators watching the battle lit up.

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"Although the sword cultivator's vigor has been lost, this may be useful to deal with." A white-haired sword cultivator looked at the sword light that was about to collide, and said softly.

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"Haha, Zhu Tao came from a loose cultivator, so he is naturally cautious, so it's not surprising to be able to deal with it like this." Above the clouds in the distance, someone chuckled softly.

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Not only were there people watching the battle on the island below, but there were also many strong people watching quietly not far away.

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Is it Zhu Tao's tenacity of sword light, or the sharpness of Wan Jian Guizong?

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Everyone's eyes widened.

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Han Muye, who was holding the long sword, did not change his expression, nor did the light of the sword in his hand.

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The long sword in his hand stabbed forward.

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As Jian Feng moved forward one point, Zhu Tao's complexion changed once.

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When the sword's edge collided with the full moon sword light, Zhu Tao's face turned pale.

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Wan Jian returns to his ancestors.

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All sword moves are combined into one forward thrust.

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The power of one move is not strong, but a thousand moves can be combined into one, and the superposition of power makes it a mountain of ten thousand feet, which can be easily penetrated.

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Before the thorn in Zhu Tao's hand, the full moon was like tofu, easily passed by the sword light, and then Han Muye's sword edge tapped on Zhu Tao's shirt and gently retracted.

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It's that simple.

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No matter how strong Zhu Tao was, he couldn't block Han Muye's Wan Jian with a sword in his hand.

Unless, his strength is ten thousand times stronger than Han Muye.

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But this is impossible.

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In the land of Taoism, karma is blocked by the cycle of karma, and the strongest force in the world is the peak of the heavenly realm.

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At the peak of the heavenly realm, I am afraid that there will be no ten thousand times more power than Han Muye.

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What's more, Han Muye's own strength might be stronger than the peak of the Heaven Realm!

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"Accepted." Han Muye put away his sword and said lightly.

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"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, ten thousand swords return to the sect, it looks like ten thousand swords, but it is actually one sword, it looks like one sword, in fact ten thousand swords..." Zhu Tao froze in place, the sword light in his hand dissipated, but he murmured in his mouth. No idea.

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Below and above the cloud head, all the sword cultivators were silent.

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Is this the Wanjian Guizong?

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Han Muye chuckled lightly, cupped his hands around him, and then dispersed.

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Yuanshen incarnation!

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This is not Han Muye's real body at all!

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With one incarnation, the power of heaven and earth will be activated, and you will be able to defeat Zhu Tao with one sword!

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Exiled from Kendo, how strong is it!

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At the estuary of the East China Sea, Han Muye defeated Zhu Tao, the sword of a hundred battles, a powerful cultivator!

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This news turned into a gust of wind and swept across the East China Sea.

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More swords were refurbished and set off to face Han Muye.

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These people didn't know that Han Muye had already left the sea exit at this time and went to the depths of the East China Sea.

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A ten-mile island called Wanghaijiao.

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On this small island, there are now thousands of kendo practitioners.

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However, these cultivators are all low in cultivation, and the strongest are only at the fifth level of gold elixir.

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They are kendo loose cultivators on the surrounding islands. They were pursued by the recently riotous spirit armor monsters and had to gather here.

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In the past few days, those spirit armor monsters have gathered more and more, and they have surrounded the island.

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"Boom—"

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The water surged, and several ten-meter-long black turtle demons rushed up and washed up on the beach.

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As soon as these big monsters landed, they turned into soldiers wearing black armor and holding long swords.

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These soldiers stepped forward quickly, waving long swords in their hands, and knocked back the sword repairers who were blocking them.

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Although there is no swordsmanship, these big monsters have profound cultivation bases, and each of them is a realm cultivation base.

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With such combat power, those sword cultivators couldn't stop him at all.

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Standing on the cliff, Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

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The adaptability of the Spirit Armor Monster Race is too fast.

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I used to think that the spirit armour monsters were not good at landing operations, but now, they went ashore to fight, and their combat power did not drop much.

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"Brother Han, we can't hold back here, you can leave if you can." Beside Han Muye, a Jianxiu wearing chain armor and carrying a big sword spoke in a low voice.

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The person who spoke was named Qi Ziming, a sword cultivator of the Jindan stage, with a strong fighting force.

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He is also the strongest among these sword cultivators.

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Below, more swordsmen began to retreat.

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Although Jianxiu is not afraid of life and death, he is not stupid. Even if the enemy is strong, he has to fight, that is a fool.

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Han Muye stood up, nodded and said, "Wanghaijiao can't hold it, let's go to Qingfeng Island, which is a hundred miles away. It's not far from Qingfeng Sword Sect."

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After speaking, he flew down.

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"Brother Qi, you guys open the way, I'll stop it later."

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Of the more than a thousand sword cultivators on this island, most of them were gathered around by Qi Ziming and Han Muye.

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In the past, several of their strong enough sword cultivators worked together to save those besieged sword cultivators from the Jedi.

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"Okay, don't fight." Qi Ziming shouted loudly, pulling out the big sword in his hand, triggering the sword light of 100 meters, flying down on the beach, and slashing the soldiers of the black armored monster clan who rushed forward.

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"Come with me!"

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Qi Ziming's long sword vibrated, carrying a streamer without casting, followed by several great sword cultivators behind him, opening a **** path.

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Everyone dared not walk on the waves, so they split the waves with their long swords, and then led the sword light to fly away.

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In the sea below, there are powerful water monsters rushing out of the water, many of them turned into black armored generals, slashing head-on with long spears and big swords.

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"Go away." Han Muye shouted lowly, and the sword flew out from his hand.

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Inspired by the art of the sword, the sword light was like a meteor, shooting down the big monsters that flew out of the water.

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Jianguang showed no mercy, and instantly turned bloody.

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The sea below is full of red!

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"kill--"

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In the sea, there was the sound of violent shouting.

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Powerful black-armored water monsters rushed towards Han Muye and surrounded him on Wanghai Reef.

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"Boom—"

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Sword light, demon light, and spiritual light collided.

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The entire Wanghai Reef is bright and magnificent, but the sea of ​​clouds is not seen.

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Qi Ziming stood in the air, turned his head, gritted his teeth, "Brother Han, don't die..."

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Several others also looked anxious.

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It's too difficult to rush out of such a scene.

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"Come on, go to Qingfeng Island!"

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Qi Ziming drank lowly, mobilizing the sword cultivators behind him, turning into a sword light, and flying to an island a hundred miles away.

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Ahead, several sword lights rose up, as if to meet them.

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On the Wanghai Reef, the spiritual light shattered, and Han Muye walked out slowly, holding two swords.

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Around him, the black armored monsters were all killed, and their body shape reverted to the appearance of a ten-zhang fish monster.

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Raising his hand, he held the hilt of a long sword.

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Sword energy penetrated into the body of the sword, and tyrannical images appeared in his mind.

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These black armored monsters are not particularly good in their spiritual wisdom, and their hearts are mostly just killing.

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Even if they are of the same clan, they often fight.

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On the other hand, the blue-armored monster clan and the colorful scaled-armored monster clan are extremely intelligent.

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"Besieged and killed Jianxiu?"

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From the chaotic memory of the long sword, Han Muye sorted out a general attack map of the East China Sea Spirit Armor Monster Race.

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According to this picture, it can be seen that the spirit armor monsters are advancing in an orderly manner, and they are surrounding Jian Xiu layer by layer.

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It's a pity that the memory in this long sword is really chaotic, so that Han Muye can't deduce too much detail, and he can't see the recent arrangement of the Spirit Armor Monster Race.

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Looking up, he looked forward.

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Endless demon light surged.

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That is the direction of Qingfeng Island!

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He flew up, and the sword light was like a meteor, directly across a hundred miles.

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The person is in the air and has already seen the situation below.

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Around Qingfeng Island, countless black armor monsters are surrounded.

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These black armor monsters are more than a hundred times more than those who besieged Wanghaijiao before.

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It's not that the spirit armor monsters who besieged Wanghaijiao turned around, but they originally wanted to besiege Qingfeng Island.

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"Boom—"

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A violent aura rose, and above the water, banners of gathering demons were unfolded.

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These spirit-armored monsters have already formed a formation, which is no different from an army formation.

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What a terrible learning ability.

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The flag was waved, and a large army assembled.

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When Han Muye landed on Qingfeng Island, Qi Ziming and others had already gathered together.

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Qingfeng Island is a large island with a radius of hundreds of miles. At this time, there are more than 10,000 sword cultivators on the island.

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Among them, there is also the guardian elder of Qingfeng Jianzong, who is very powerful.

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"Don't panic, fellow daoists, Lu Wuming, Qingfeng Jianzong, my Qingfeng Jianzong reinforcements are coming. As long as everyone defends, they can be saved."

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"The Female President's Almighty King"

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A Taoist man wearing a blue robe and carrying a long sword flew into the air and shouted loudly.

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Around him, there are dozens of tall and straight sword cultivators, each with a sword light shining from his body.

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Sect disciples are really different from loose cultivators.

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These Qingfengjianzong disciples formed a battle, and their momentum was very majestic.

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"Brother Han, you said, can you hold on?" Qi Ziming and the others looked at Han Muye.

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These days, Han Mu's field strength and responsibility have been recognized by them.

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Without Han Muye being broken again and again, they wouldn't be able to live now.

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Even a sword pill practitioner like Qi Ziming knew that he would not be able to escape under the siege of the spirit armor monster clan.

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Han Muye glanced around and shook his head solemnly.

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There are many sword cultivators on Qingfeng Island, but there are no real masters.

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Lu Wuming and the disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect behind him were not bad at fighting, and they couldn't stop too many water demons.

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Lu Wuming's cultivation level is only the fifth level of the Nascent Soul of the Heaven Realm.

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"Then what should we do?" A Jianxiu who was wearing a black robe with a somewhat tattered expression was pale.

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How to do?

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No one wants to die here.

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"How about we rush out?"

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Someone whispered.

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Before, they had rushed through the siege of the Hei Armor Clan many times, but this time, they couldn't say they were able to rush out.

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rush?

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Everyone looked around.

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The surrounding waters have been surrounded to death~www.wuxiahere.com~ I don't know how many spirit armor monsters are waiting in the sea, how to rush?

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This time, there are too many spirit armor monsters...

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"Wait."

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Han Muye whispered, then flew and landed on a blue reef. He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, the sword light flashing on his body.

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The spirit armor monsters were besieging and killing him, naturally they couldn't hurt him.

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But he couldn't allow these sword cultivators to be slaughtered.

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He came to the East China Sea to gather the power of the East China Sea Sword Cultivator.

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If Jian Xiu suffered too many casualties, how could he take advantage of it?

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However, it should not be too early.

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The human heart is like this. If they are not allowed to experience life and death, they will not have the heart to fight.

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Han Mu Ye sighed inwardly.

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I don't know when to start, but my heart is already so hard.

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When he was in the Western Border, the elders of Jiange also said that the strong should take responsibility.

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Looking at it now, it is indeed strong, and it does not pay much attention to the life of the weak.

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Is this the price of cultivation?

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"Ugh—"

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The sound of the horn came, the water surged, and countless water demons rushed to Qingfeng Island.

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