Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

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"Roar-"

The three-zhang white tiger roared, carrying a wind scroll, and instantly appeared behind Han Muye, then raised its front paws and slapped it fiercely.

Standing still, Han Muye stretched out his hand and pulled out the Qingming Sword from the sword box behind him, and slashed horizontally to the left.

"Thorn-"

A white tiger tail fell off.

The previous bashing was fake, but the long tail whipping was real.

The White Tiger method, Han Muye had studied on Jiuxuan Mountain before.

A sword broke the tail of the white tiger, and the face of the Taoist in front sank.

The ferocity of the white tiger with the broken tail was aroused, and the figure of the front pounce froze, and then it bites when it opens its mouth.

Han Muye snorted softly, and a ghostly figure appeared behind him.

"The power of the blood of the beast!"

The Taoist opposite exclaimed.

The white tiger slammed into Ba Xia's back armor, his body trembled, and then dissipated.

Reappeared, already beside the Taoist.

"The blood of the beast, good, good." The Taoist gritted his teeth, and the spiritual light in his hand turned into a snare.

"Kill you, draw blood, and the deity will get a divine beast."

The snare turned to Han Muye under the hood.

Han Muye shook his head and raised the sword in his hand.

Without the power of divine transformation, it is impossible to see that he is the body of a divine beast.

The man in front of him also regards his own power as the blood of the divine beast.

The difference between the body of the beast and the bloodline of the beast is millions of times different in strength!

With the snare taking the lead, Han Muye moved and rammed directly towards him.

The golden snare, each strand of rope is entangled with power, even the magic weapon long sword cannot be directly cut off.

Being trapped by this trap, I am afraid that the out-of-body cultivator will also be restrained.

Jinxuan Daomen did have some ability to let this Daoist take over the first battle.

Seeing Han Muye slammed into the snare, the Taoist showed a smile.

The ridiculousness was revealed, and it froze directly on his face.

That snare, which was comparable to a superior magic weapon, was being smashed into pieces by Han Muye.

Han Muye's strength remained undiminished, and he slammed down on him.

The Taoist was at a loss for a while, and Han Muye smashed the protective aura around him with a punch, hitting the bridge of his nose with his fist.

"Crack-"

Half of the head is crooked.

Han Muye shook his head.

Practitioners of the spiritual path are not good at this point. Once they are approached, 100% of their combat power will not be able to exert 30%.

"Om-"

The long sword in Han Muye's hand shook, and the sword energy shone.

The Taoist who fell down showed fear on his face, several golden talismans flew from his body, and there were various spiritual lights, and then the spiritual light flashed, and the primordial spirit fled.

It is also decisive, and the body is not needed directly, and the primordial spirit escapes.

Seeing his primordial spirit come out of his body, Han Muye smiled.

No wonder, this guy is clearly taking the house.

His Primordial Spirit turned out to be an old Taoist with white beard and white hair.

If the real body were to fight, perhaps Han Muye would have to work harder.

But the out-of-body primordial spirit is in front of him, that is the lamb to be slaughtered.

The sword of Yuanshen shook, and a sword light flickered, smashing the old Taoist figure with white beard and white hair.

After the three swords, the Taoist soul was thin, like a thin piece of paper.

Knowing that he could not escape, the Taoist turned around, looked at Han Muye, and then turned his gaze on the flesh that had given up.

"Hey, you really said it, even if I take you away, I won't live for a hundred years."

The Taoist shook his head and whispered softly: "After all, he is my most outstanding junior, I was really wrong..."

When the voice fell, his Primordial Spirit couldn't hold on any longer, and there was a soft sound, as if the bubble burst and turned into nothingness.

In the void, only a faint divine light and aura remain.

An out-of-body cultivator has fallen.

"Om-"

As this man fell, the surrounding beams of light rushed towards Han Muye and turned into a spiritual formation.

The people of Jinxuan Daomen did not let go.

Han Muye let out a long laugh, raised the sword in his hand, and swayed the sword light of a hundred feet, tearing the spiritual formation in front of him with one strike.

A sword spanned a hundred miles, and when the sword light dissipated, he was already standing a hundred miles away.

"when-"

Jianguang was blocked by a long spear.

But before the spear could be retracted, Han Muye stabbed again with a sword, chasing after the spear.

The sword edge slammed forward, smashing the aura and soul wrapped around the spear.

There was a cry of pain in the distance.

The magic weapon of the divine envoy, Han Muye was happy to accept this long spear.

Reaching out and grabbing the fallen spear, the sword energy poured directly into the spear body without any hesitation.

"boom-"

The spear, which had originally been struggling like a snake, was directly shaken, and the divine light burst, and the spirituality dissipated.

The spirituality of a good magic weapon was shattered.

Anyway, it's not the spirituality that you warmed up, so what's the use of keeping it?

The sword energy entered the gun, and images appeared in Han Muye's mind.

The process of refining the spear, the master of the spear practicing marksmanship, and the master of the spear is in Jinxuan Daomen.

Sovereign's heir?

Han Muye smiled softly, grabbed the spear, and moved ten miles away.

The young man wearing light cyan chain armor showed panic, raised his hand with a dark golden long spear, and greeted Han Muye.

The spear in Han Muye's hand was turned upside down, and the spear tip was like a snake. A forward probe directly swept the spear into the youth's hand.

"Crazy Spirit Strike? You, how could you know my heritage marksmanship..." The young man's eyes widened, and before he could react, the spear in Han Muye's hand had turned into a spirit snake, locking his body.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to carry the young man and flew forward.

It was only after arriving at the gate of Jinxuan Daomen, which was thousands of miles away.

At this moment, in front of him was already a group of people from the Golden Profound Daomen wearing cyan robes.

Standing at the forefront is the sect master of Jinxuan Dao, Daoist Changyu.

Daoist Changyu is the eight major monks out of the body, and he is a Taoist.

In the memory of the long spear in his hand, Han Muye has seen Daoist Changyu practice the technique, which is really amazing.

"Fellow Daoist, my Jinxuan Daomen and you don't seem to have any grudges, right?" Daoist Changyu looked at Han Muye and said lightly.

Behind him, the people from the Jinxuan Daomen were full of anger in their eyes.

Jinxuan Daomen has investigated everything clearly. He knew that Han Muye was here to save people, but now he said that he had no hatred, and placed himself on the innocent side to seize morality.

It's a pity that Han Muye doesn't like this.

"Senior Changyu, it doesn't matter whether there is any grudge or not." Han Muye raised the sword in his hand and said softly, "You should know why I am here."

Daoist Changyu nodded, a golden halo shone on his body.

"In the end, it's Jian Xiu, go straight."

"It was originally just a few mice. It would be fine for my Jinxuan Daomen to let go, but you can't let the deity be able to challenge you with such a big fanfare."

Daoist Changyu held a large golden seal in his hand, and a dignified expression flashed on his face.

"Take a blow from me, don't die, take the person you want."

Behind him, two Jinxuan Daoist disciples stepped forward with two unconscious bodies in their hands.

This is much simpler.

Han Muye nodded and said, "Okay."

As Daoist Changyu said, he doesn't have any grudges with Jinxuan Daomen, he just saves people and takes a blow, how much trouble?

Hearing Han Muye's answer, Daoist Changyu let out a low voice and threw the golden seal in his hand.

magic weapon.

Top grade magic weapon.

And this high-grade magic weapon contains a trace of the power of the Dao.

This is Jinxuan Daomen's most precious treasure, Jhin Tianyin, right?

From the long spear's memory, Han Muye had seen how the golden seal turned into a thousand feet and shattered the Qianli Mountains with one blow.

This treasure is not only the treasure of Jinxuan Daozong's sect, but also authorized by Jinming Daozong to print the certificate of control of the party.

It is like the golden seal of Confucianism and Taoism in Tianxuan Zhongzhou.

This is a symbol of authority.

With the blessing of the power of heaven, the power of this golden seal is so huge that even the great cultivator of God Transformation dare not take it hard.

Looking at Han Muye standing in front, Daoist Changyu showed a smile on his face.

In the end, he came from a loose cultivator, how could he know the tyranny of guarding the treasure?

Even the great cultivator of the second level of God Transformation can't stop this golden seal.

The golden seal immediately descended, causing aura to shine.

The power of the entire Jinxuan Daomen converged and turned into a basalt phantom.

Xuanwu phantom stood on top of the golden seal and slammed into Han Muye's head.

This blow is absolutely powerful.

Han Muye raised his head, his blood condensed.

He returned his long sword to its sheath, and pressed his feet down gently.

The waist stopped, and the horse strode.

His right fist was clenched, and the power of the divine beast gathered.

No phantoms appeared, some just raised their hands and struck, roaring like thunder.

With fists, welcome the golden seal!

This is Ember Heaven Seal!

The people of Jinxuan Daomen looked at Han Muye, who was greeted with fists, like a fool.

No one in the world can catch Jhin Tianyin with their fists.

Like the force of a landslide pressing down, the turbulent wind caused the void to vibrate.

Everyone seemed to see the broken body of the person in front of them.

Daoist Changyu shook his head, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yep.

Let those who watch the fun see how strong the treasure of Jinxuan Daomen is!

Aren't many people dissatisfied with their sect recently?

After this blow, flies and mice would think much less.

"boom-"

The fist meets the seal.

The sound of the tremor caused the surrounding Jinxuan Daoist disciples to retreat unconsciously.

Contrary to what everyone thought, Han Muye's body was not shattered by a single blow, but stood in place with his arms raised and his fist pressed against the seal.

blocked?

Before everyone could understand, they saw that the golden seal vibrated, and the phantom body of Xuanwu on it continued to expand and oscillate, and Xuanwu's face showed a painful color.

"Boom—"

Xuanwu's body shattered.

"boom-"

The golden Ember Heaven Seal shattered directly and turned into countless fragments!

Zhenzong's treasure, broken!

A treasure that can suppress thousands of miles and carry a lot of luck, was shattered by a punch!

Except for the roar, for a while, there was no sound in a radius of ten thousand miles.

Han Muye glanced at the broken golden seals, and quietly placed a piece in his palm.

He looked up at the pale-faced Taoist Changyu who was trembling all over.

"Senior, I won."

Daoist Chang Yu was stunned for a moment, then he waved his hand, and the disciple behind him threw the two figures he was carrying towards Han Muye.

Han Muye swayed two spiritual lights, wrapped the figure, and then released the young man from the Jinxuan Daomen who was caught by him, and took away the magic weapon.

"If you're offended, leave." Han Muye led the two figures and turned away.

Here to save people, the purpose has been achieved, there is no need to stay for a long time.

Outside the gate of Jinxuan Daomen, everyone looked carefully at their sect master.

Daoist Chang Yu's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Close the mountain gate, raise the mountain protection formation, and gather all the disciples to return."

The treasure of Zhenzong was smashed, the forces of heaven and earth backfired, and the coveted forces would not miss the opportunity. Only by guarding the mountain gate, staying behind closed doors, and giving up all interests, can the inheritance be preserved.

"Jianxiu, Han Muye, you wait..." Daoist Changyu gritted his teeth.

Han Muye flew away with two figures, and in front, Master Tu Sun, Du Mingtao and others greeted him.

When they saw Han Muye, their eyes fell on the two figures he was holding, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's complexion changed.

"Master Han, they are not Sun Zhan and Lu Yunyi!" Du Mingtao exclaimed.

no?

Han Muye frowned.

Jinxuan Daomen dare to violate morality and pretend to be true?

When the two figures were lifted, their spiritual light turned into golden light and shadow, swallowing Han Muye.

"boom-"

Blow up!

With a radius of a hundred feet, the void shatters!