Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

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Thousands of miles away, the flames are soaring into the sky!

There, the mountain gate of Qingfeng Jianzong is located.

"Om-"

In the void, a roar sounded.

"Tell me, the disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect, that the Spirit Armor Monster Clan has invaded, and the mountain gate is in danger. This Sect Master and the elders are determined to fight the enemy to the death."

"The stationed disciples of all parties cannot return to help, leaving my Qingfengjianzong inheritance to be immortal—"

A thick voice came.

The voice was repeated three times in a row, and it was absolutely dead.

The suzerain is fighting to the death, and the disciples cannot return to help!

This is, to burn all jade and stone!

Lu Wuming and the few Qingfengjianzong Tianjing elders were all sad, gritted their teeth, and looked towards the mountain gate. Remember the URL m.xbeqge. com

Over there, his own classmates are fighting to the death.

However, the Sect Master ordered that the disciples from all over the place were not allowed to return to help.

Because the enemy is too strong, even if the power of the Qingfeng Sword Sect gathers, it will only be sent to death.

It is better that the disciples from all over the world keep their lives and leave the sect inheritance.

Below, the disciples of Qingfeng Jianzong were at a loss, and many people were already in tears.

Most of the sect practitioners have regarded the sect as their home.

At this point, the home will be destroyed.

The scattered cultivators who came around also looked complicated.

Among them, many of them are also like this, the sect is destroyed, and then they can only do loose cultivation.

"What should I do?" A Qingfeng Jianzong Jindan deacon gritted his teeth and looked at the elder Qingpao beside him.

The elder stared blankly.

The enemy is strong, and if you go back, you will die.

The sovereign has already ordered that no help should be returned.

But, really don't go back?

"Clang-"

With a sword cry, the white-haired and green-robed Qingfeng Jianzong elder held a long sword and stepped out.

"Lu Wuming, you led the disciples to leave, and this elder went to the mountain gate to rescue."

The sword light lingered around him, and the fierce halo that rushed to the sky flickered.

The breath of absoluteness permeated instantly.

"My Fang Yihe was born in Qingfeng Jianzong, grew up in Qingfeng Jianzong, and the sect is my home."

"Today, the evil spirits surrounded and killed my Qingfeng Jianzong, and Fang Yihe's life was returned to the sect."

The voice fell, and he flew into the sky.

Fang Yihe flew away, and the others looked at each other, some followed, and some stood there hesitating.

For a time, the disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect became scattered sand.

Han Muye shook his head and looked at the loose cultivators who came with him below.

The fighting spirit of practitioners comes from firm belief. If belief exists, there is no hindrance in life and death. Without belief, there is no power to fight.

"It's also a Tianxuan sword cultivator, how can I, Han Muye, be indifferent when I see Qingfeng Jianzong's mountain gate being besieged?"

"Today, Han Muye and Donghai Jianxiu lived and died together—"

The sound is clear and clear, and it spreads thousands of miles!

With the total death!

As a kendo master, since he opens his mouth, he will never break his promise.

"Live and die together!" Qi Ziming, who was holding a long sword, shouted loudly.

"With the total death-"

The surrounding swordsmen all shouted, and there was sword light surging and gathering on their bodies.

At this moment, the morale that had been dissipated began to condense again.

Han Muye drew his long sword and flew away with more than 10,000 scattered cultivators behind him.

Qingfeng Jianzong Jianxiu, who was still at a loss, followed behind the sword formation and rushed towards the Qingfeng Jianzong Mountain Gate.

With the total death!

At this moment, they just want to live and die together with those same sects in the mountain gate.

When the Hei Armored Monster Clan came to intercept, Han Muye swung the sword light in his hand and killed him directly.

Thousands of miles of sea, but it has been reached in a moment.

The boundless demonic energy swelled and engulfed the entire island in front of it.

The mountain gate of Qingfeng Jianzong has been besieged to death.

The scattered disciples of Qingfeng Jianzong were being besieged and killed.

"kill."

Han Muye let out a long shout, and the sword light in his hand slashed straight down.

His own strength did not stimulate much, and the sword light formed by the formation of more than 10,000 scattered cultivators behind him had become a sword of a thousand feet, and it fell in the air.

The sword light whistled, rushing like thunder!

"boom-"

Jianguang directly smashed the black armor monsters who besieged the disciples of Qingfeng Jianzong.

"Looking for death!" There was a low voice in the demonic energy in front of him. A figure in black armor with a long sword in his hand stepped out, bringing out a thousand meters of clear sword energy.

The sword qi collided with the sword shadow, and the sound of landslides and ground cracks came out.

Out-of-body monk!

On the other side, there are several figures of great monks appearing.

Fang Yihe and the others, who had fled from before, returned in confusion and joined Han Muye and the others.

In the void, several black armored cultivators suppressed all directions.

Han Muye and Jianxiu behind him were surrounded by several great monks.

No wonder the Sect Master of Qingfeng Sword Sect did not allow his disciples to rescue them, because these Spirit Armored Monster Races were all around to fight for aid!

How many disciples came to rescue, they all died!

The sword cultivators behind Han Muye were all pale and trembling under the pressure of the great cultivator.

Han Muye held a long sword in front of him, looked at the figure in black armor in front of him, and swept his gaze to the **** armored cultivator surrounded by him.

"Brothers, are you afraid of death?"

Han Muye shouted loudly.

fear death?

Of course afraid.

Everyone is afraid of death.

Isn't it just to live longer by practicing hard?

Although no one spoke, the solemn atmosphere was already the answer.

Han Muye pointed the front of the sword in his hand, and his eyes flickered: "I'm also afraid of death."

That's right, a genius with outstanding talent like Han Muye should have a brilliant future.

As long as he doesn't fall, he has the opportunity to set foot on the top of the world.

How could such a person risk his life?

"Han, brother, we, we will protect you and kill you." Qi Ziming gritted his teeth, trying to make his voice coherent.

The spirits from the surrounding great cultivators slammed, and it was difficult for them to stand in the void.

"Go out, Han Banxian, you can't die here." Lu Wuming said in a low voice.

All eyes fell on Han Muye.

This kendo exiled immortal should not have died here with them.

Many people clenched the hilt of the sword in their hands, and the light in their eyes slowly firmed.

"Kill it out?" Han Muye's fighting spirit gathered, and an illusory long sword appeared behind him.

Kendo Nascent Soul comes out of the body.

"I, Han Muye, are afraid of death, because I am afraid that I won't be able to live long and climb to the peak that the world has never seen before."

"I, Han Muye, are afraid of death, because I am afraid that there are still many things I haven't done, and I have regrets in my heart."

"I, Han Muye, are afraid of death, because I am afraid that the debts I owe in this life, the love I owe, have not been repaid."

The long sword in his hand roared, and Han Muye's eyes fell on his own sword.

"Brothers, ask your own swords."

"You ask him if he can let you live."

Looking at the sword in his hand, Han Muye said softly, "Qing Ming, you will let me live, right?"

"Om-"

Qing Mingjian let out a long cry, and the sword light bloomed.

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

The sword is responding!

The eyes of each sword cultivator burst into expression.

Cultivation in this life is nothing but a sword.

At this moment of life and death, then the honor and disgrace of this life, all the blood, will be given to your own sword.

Han Muye raised his hand, pressed his palm on the sword's edge, and pulled hard.

Blood splattered.

All the blood was melted into the blade.

The Qingming Sword turned into a long dragon, roaring in the sky!

"My generation is a sword cultivator. I have a sword in my heart and a sword in my hand. What are you afraid of?"

Han Muye screamed in the sky, raised his hand to catch the long dragon transformed by the Qingming Sword, and stood in the air.

"What are you afraid of?"

He shouted loudly and could be heard from thousands of miles away!

What are you afraid of?

What about the sword in your hand?

The swordsmen followed his example, pressed their palms on the sword's edge, and pulled the sword gently, blood-staining the long sword.

Qi and blood, condensed into a plume of smoke.

The qi and blood combined with the sword light and turned into a blood dragon of ten thousand feet.

The blood dragon roared, directly breaking the spiritual suppression of several black armored cultivators.

This blood dragon is a combination of sword intent and battle intent, and its power has surpassed the limit of a cultivator in the heavens!

"I stained the sword with my blood."

Han Muye whispered in his mouth.

Above his head, the thousand-foot dragon shadow transformed by the Qingming Sword hovered and entangled.

"Slaying demons and demons to kill enemies and bandits."

The long dragon twisted and rushed forward.

The black-armored cultivator with a long sword changed his face, and finally turned around and left.

The power displayed by the long dragon transformed by the Qingming Sword made him terrified.

This kind of power is completely beyond his ability to resist.

"I stained the sword with my blood."

"Slaying demons and demons to kill enemies and bandits."

Each sword cultivator whispered, causing the blood dragon to roar, and swayed its tail toward the surrounding black armored monks.

As soon as the blood dragon was caught, a black armored cultivator was imprisoned. He watched as his body was shattered, and the demonic light and blood turned into smoke pillars.

The eight major cultivators of Nascent Soul were shattered by one blow!

The power of the blood dragon is so terrifying!

With a loud shout, Han Muye led the long dragon transformed by the Qingming Sword to move forward, followed by the blood dragon of ten thousand feet, rushing into the demonic aura in front of him.

"boom-"

Whether it was the great cultivator or the endless black armored water demon, they were all knocked apart by the long dragon, and then turned into a **** demon light, which was absorbed by the long dragon.

The blood dragon moved forward, and after a hundred miles, his body was already 20,000 meters tall, covered in blood-colored scales, and his eyes showed a fierce gleam.

This blood dragon is condensed by sword intent and qi and blood, only for killing.

Nothing can stop this **** collision.

"Boom—"

The body of the last black armored monster was smashed into pieces, and the front was suddenly empty.

Green mountains, buildings filled with aura.

Don't you fight to the death just because this great mountain and river is still there?

Han Muye raised his hand, and the long dragon turned into a sword light and stood there, looking up to the sky and laughing loudly.

"Western Xinjiang Han Muye came to the East China Sea Qingfeng Sword Sect to challenge, can anyone come to challenge?"

challenge!

There are countless black armored monsters besieging outside, but Han Muye is nothing but a challenge!

In Jianxiu's eyes, the spirit armored monsters are nothing but evil spirits, why bother?

"Up and down the Qingfeng Sword Sect, I would like to welcome the sword of Han Banxian from the Western Border!" There was a loud shout from the building in front.

Below, one after another sword light lit up.

A sword cultivator in a green robe flew over.

Han Muye drew the sword in his hand, and the blood dragon that had not dissipated reunited.

"Okay, today Han will test the sword with the fellow Daoist Qingfeng Jianzong with this demon to see who has the better sword—"

Han Muye let out a long laugh, turned his head to look at the loose cultivators who followed him, and the disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect.

"Can you still fight?"

Can you still fight?

"can!"

Countless voices became one.

They are all ants-like loose cultivators, and in the East China Sea, no one cares.

To be able to kill a great cultivator today, and to be able to come and go in the endless black armor, even if he died in battle, he was willing to do so!

One more battle, ten more battles, and one hundred more battles!

Han Muye drew his sword and smiled and rushed into the demonic energy in front of him again.

"Then fight again-"

The blood-colored long dragon followed closely behind him, poking out its claws and swinging its tail, smashing the bodies of the big monsters.

The sword light lingered in the air.

At this moment, the power of the Great Dao seems to be poured into the world, making the power of the blood-colored dragon even more magnificent.

"Everyone, you can't let Han Banxian specialize in beauty." Among the Qingfeng Jianzong people, standing in front, the sect master wearing a pale golden robe and a golden crown chuckled, and the sword flew out of his hand.

Jianhua Qingfeng is in harmony with the sword intent on the disciples of Qingfeng Jianzong behind him.

The endless wind scrolls are intertwined in an instant, and they collide with the demonic energy.

Those demons were turbulent, and they were directly knocked out by a gap.

The blood dragon was raging, the wind was torn apart, and the siege of the Spirit Armored Monster Race was directly broken into a sieve.

The strength of sword repair lies in this.

The black armored monsters surging in the sea below were pierced by the sword light, and their bodies shattered one by one.

As long as the sword is sharp, no one can stop Jian Xiu.

Watching the blood dragon charge, the sword cultivators who followed Han Muye all shouted loudly.

Today's battle is really fun!

Over there, the wind was swirling, rolling up the black armor monster clan in the water, and then tearing it into pieces in the air.

"boom-"

In front, a hundred-zhang phantom appeared, and a long spear was stabbed on the wind roll.

Above the spear, the blue demon light seemed to hold the wind down like a big hand.

God Transformation Great Cultivator!

The Spirit Armor Monster Race already has God Transformation powerhouses!

This is not good news for the Tianxuan cultivation world.

Han Muye's face was dignified, and the sword in his hand was condensed.

The wind scroll of Qingfeng Jianzong was stopped by a blow from the great cultivator of God Transformation, and he lost the power to advance.

The Sect Master of Qingfeng Sword Sect had a gloomy expression, arousing the strength of the people behind him, but he could only confront the great cultivator of God Transformation.

The water surface below surging, three auras that are not inferior to the overhaul of the gods in front of them converge.

There are still three overhauls of the Heijia Monster Race coming!

The expressions of the Heavenly Realm powerhouses of Qingfeng Sword Sect changed.

Three more gods are overhauled, and the Qingfeng Sword Sect is destroyed, unable to return to the sky.

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly as he looked at the water below.

I thought that the Lingjia Monster Race was smart and would only wait and see during the battle of Taoism.

Unexpectedly, they actually dared to participate in the Dao struggle.

It's just a test product stocked outside the dam, do you really think you can become the master of this world?

ignorance.

If that's the case, then clean up the spirit armor monsters in this fish pond first!

Killing intent suddenly appeared, Han Muye stepped forward and raised the sword in his hand.

"Fellow Qingfeng Sword Sect Daoist, I have a sword named Fuyunsan."

"This sword is Wind Vessel Swordsmanship, please watch it."

Han Muye's voice fell, and the sword in his hand turned into a breeze.

The breeze gathers and disperses, falling in the wind.

The originally fixed wind scrolls shattered and turned into thousands of paths.

The originally condensed wind was scattered, and there was nowhere to focus.

The long spear of the black armored cultivator lost its point of focus and immediately hit the air.

"After the floating clouds dissipate, the wind and clouds will reunite, and the dragon roars in the sky!"

Han Muye flipped the palm of his left hand, and his left and right swords staggered.

Right-handed wind.

Left hand condensed.

Fengmai Swordsmanship, the second sword, Fengyun Gathering!

Water pulse swordsmanship, the third sword, Nine Dragons!

The power of the two swords is superimposed, and the situation changes, and the sky changes in color!

The wind and the clouds meet, the dragon roars in the sky!

Sword of the Storm!

Jianguang stirred the steam of the East Sea and turned into nine thousand-zhang long dragons.

Yun Tao surging, the gust of wind gathered, and the sword intent of Qingfeng Jianzong swept all directions.

By the power of heaven and earth, by the power of Qingfeng Jianzong.

Han Muye stood in the void, his heart comprehended, and the sword light in his hand vibrated.

There is law in the sword, and there is power in the sword.

Kendo is the way of heaven.

The way of the East China Sea is in the sword, it is the meeting of the wind and clouds, and the dragon is flying in the nine heavens.

Himself, it just happens to be the right time.

"It's a fight..."

The battle of heaven and earth.

Among them, the living beings are just coincidental.

Whoever can take advantage of this situation is the seed of the Dao.

myself, that is!

"Roar-"

The nine dragons roared, causing thousands of miles of wind and clouds to roll back, and the cloud pillars condensed to become a flying white tiger.

The dragon and the tiger each occupy one side, staring at the black armored monster.

The three black armored monsters who protruded their heads from the water surface moved and disappeared quietly.

too strong.

The power of nine dragons and one tiger in the sky has surpassed the realm of heaven.

This pure power does not involve the cycle of cause and effect.

"boom-"

The white tiger slapped it with one paw, and the black armored cultivator who was locked in it handed out the spear.

The tiger claws collided with the spear, the spear exploded, and half of the spear flew out. Han Muye reached out and held it.

A magic weapon shattered with a single blow, and the transformation of the gods greatly retreated, showing fear on the face full of black scales.

Before he could stand still, nine long dragons had already collided.

"boom-"

The long dragon shattered and turned into a sword light that filled the sky.

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The nine long dragons finally gathered into a long cocoon of sword light, wrapping an overhaul of God Transformation in it.

The demons are scattered, and the blood is filled.

In mid-air, the roar of the transformation of God overhauled through the air.

Below, the water gradually calmed down.

A god-turning overhaul, wrapped in a light cocoon, rubbed layer by layer!

What a shock this is!

All the black armor monsters retreated in horror, hiding their figures under the water.

No one wants to be the next being torn down.

The scattered demon energy and blood energy scattered around, and many fell in front of the surrounding swords, covering them.

The power of a great cultivator of the gods is fed back!

The few out-of-body sword cultivators standing in front of Qingfeng Jianzong were ecstatic, stretched out their hands, and sensed the power of the gods.

On them, there is sword energy rippling.

In a radius of thousands of miles, the originally surging demonic energy slowly retreated.

The Sect Master of Qingfeng Sword Sect stepped forward and bowed his hands to Han Muye: "Han Banxian, today's kindness—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Han Muye raised his double swords, "What kind of kindness, Han Muye came to the East China Sea to challenge, this battle is quite enjoyable."

Only talk about challenges, not about kindness.

They are all sword cultivators. It is easy to bleed, but it is difficult to bend over.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the Sect Master of Qingfeng Sword Sect showed a smile.

"Fellow Daoists, the Black Armored Monster Clan will retire temporarily, and the great cultivator is behind, and will never let go."

Han Muye's eyes swept to the direction of Qingfengjianzong's mountain gate, and his face was solemn: "I wonder if there is a fellow Taoist who is willing to fight with Han again?"

One more kill?

Everyone in Qingfeng Jianzong was stunned.

As soon as the black armor monsters are repelled, they go to rush to kill?

Han Muye raised his hand, and countless sword pills appeared in mid-air like stars.

"The name of the sword is not unfamiliar if you want to come to the East China Sea. Han came to the East China Sea and brought 100,000 sword pellets. Those who wish to walk with Han Muye can take one for themselves."

Sword Dan!

The Zhongzhou Imperial City has spread, and outside the world, 360,000 dan xiu can defeat the sage by virtue of the sword dan.

In the Profound Sky World, a sword pill would be sold for 30 million spirit stones, but there is still no market for it.

Unexpectedly, Han Banxian from Xijiang came with 100,000 Sword Pills today.

Everyone from Qingfeng Jianzong looked at the sword pills that filled the sky with strange expressions on their faces.

Isn't this guy afraid of being robbed?