Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Jianxiu represents the sharpness of the world.

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Han Muye is the number one swordsman in this world, and he is the ultimate swordsman in this world.

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A sword stabbed straight through the 30th World War II stage, and no puppet could block the sword. After the 30th World War II stage, Han Muye's sword changed from a horizontal slash to a light touch.

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The original hegemony fluttered in an instant, as soft as a willow, light as white fluff.

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But every puppet standing in front of it exploded before this fluttering sword.

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\"He lifts the weight as lightly, although ten million weights are in his hand, he is like a light cloud.\" Outside Shen Muyuan, a white-bearded old man who also held a sword turned his head and looked at the sword in his hand.

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\"Ten million Jun? This sword weighs tens of thousands of ten thousand Jun? The sword in his hand has become a part of his body, which is terrifying. \" The person who spoke is a Taoist ancestor in the upper heaven, and his combat power is tyrannical.

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With emotion on his face, looking at Han Muye again, there is more respect in his eyes. Cultivation in the world is where everyone competes. To be respected by others, in addition to strength, there is also character.

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Han Mu's field strength is strong. When he was fighting against Qi Yu just now, he took the initiative to avoid it, and he didn't really exert his strength until Qi Yu withdrew.

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This shows his modesty. Afterwards, he fights with all his strength, showing his sharpness.

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At this time, seeing that the sword in his hand is already so strong, he was not arrogant and indifferent when dealing with people before, which shows that Han Muye has a pure and peaceful nature.

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Only such a person can become the top existence in the world. Ahead, Han Muye has already stepped on the 400th battle stage.

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Many people turned their heads and looked at each other, with a strange emotion flowing in their eyes. \"Boom—\" Jia Wuyi punched on the battlefield and smashed the puppet that rushed towards him.

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With a calm expression on his face, he glanced at Han Muye who was chasing after him with a smile on his face. When he stepped out again, there was a gloomy aura on his body.

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This breath turned into a long black dragon, causing the power around the body to churn.\"Bang——\"

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When the puppet on the battlefield met this dark long dragon, its body collapsed directly.

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Jia Wu stepped forward, getting faster and faster. He didn't need to stop on each battle platform, just rushed through with the dragon of black breath.

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Originally, the gap between Han Muye's direct pursuit was widened in an instant.

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But in the eyes of the powerful and strong people outside Shen Muyuan, not only were they not shocked, but they were all full of joy.

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This means that the Endless Heavenly Venerate, the great power who has been known to the world of practice since ancient times, has begun to pay attention to it.

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The Endless Heavenly Venerate felt the threat of Tianxuan Han Xiang!

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In three hours, the Endless Heavenly Venerate stepped onto the 1,230 battle platforms.

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His speed is extremely fast, even if the puppet in front of him is already extremely tyrannical, and his strength is enough to destroy the stars, he still can't hold a face in front of him.

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Just waiting for him to turn around, he was slightly taken aback.

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At this time, Han Muye had reached the 1,200th battle stage before he knew it, and the gap between him and him was only 30 battle stages!

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Moreover, at this time, all the cultivators only had Han Muye in their eyes, and they were all staring at Han Muye in front of him. The sword in Han Muye's hand was no longer a priority, and it was no longer a stab and a slash.

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The sword light flickered, and with a light spin, he appeared behind the puppet, and the sword edge passed with him, killing the puppet that stabbed the air with a sword, and then flew down a battle platform.

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\"This, this is my Wuling Sword Sect's swordsmanship, disarming.\"A black-bearded old man in half-armor, holding a large black sword in his hand, widened his eyes, and murmured.

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\"This style, it turns out, the original essence is here.\" The old man's eyes shone with aura, as if a door had been opened in front of him.

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The surrounding practitioners all had envious expressions on their faces.

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Of course, they looked forward to seeing Han Muye, hoping that in the next strike, Han Muye would show his unique skills.

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From the 800 battle platforms, Han Muye's swordsmanship has changed.

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Each of his swords uses the unique tricks of the practitioners present, but in the technique, he may innovate, dig deep into the essence, or change and revise.

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These sword skills, in the hands of the sword cultivators outside Shen Muyuan, only survived less than a hundred battles before being defeated by the puppets.

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But in the hands of Han Muye, after the eight hundred battles, it bloomed brightly. It wasn't because he couldn't master his own swordsmanship, it was because he didn't cultivate enough! Han Muye's sword made many people surging with fighting intent.

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This kind of insight that the light is ahead is really no less than a baptism of the soul.

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If it wasn't for the unwillingness to miss more opportunities, many people can't wait to retreat again and re-experience their own swordsmanship.

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When the 1,100 battle platforms were reached, Han Muye brought even greater surprises to everyone. Magic. Han Muye swung his sword with the power of magic.

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But he still used the sword.

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The sword light turned into a green vine, wrapped around the puppet's feet, and then his figure disappeared on the battlefield. The moment he left, the green vine covered the puppet's body, strangling it to pieces.

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\"It is the Taoist sect of Guangling Taoism, all things are born!\" Someone outside Shen Muyuan exclaimed, then turned his head and shouted: \"Friend Cao Yu, it is your Guangling Taoist's all things born, good interests!\"

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Excellent, indeed.

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The power of this ivy can directly strangle puppets on a thousand and one hundred battle platforms. Such combat power can already be rampant in the cultivation world.

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Wearing a blue Taoist robe, a purple gold Taoist crown, and the Guangling Taoist Sect Master Cao Yu, his hands were folded into his large sleeves, his shoulders trembled, and his sleeves moved lightly.

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Although his expression was indifferent, the halo in his eyes was extremely bright. Many people looked at him enviously.

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This cultivator who was unexpectedly defeated in the 70th battle of the enemy, the inheritance behind it turned out to be such a magnificent and powerful.

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\"Everything is born, everything falls, and everything grows and circulates. This is the way of nature. My Guangling Taoist sect's incomplete Taoism has made up for it...\" The whisper in Cao Yu's mouth is even more enviable.

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What kind of opportunity is this to complete the incomplete Taoism?

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The sword in Han Muye's hand seemed to have been transformed into a staff for activating Taoism. Every sword carried various dazzling Taoisms. Or the green leaves were flying, but each piece had hidden murderous intentions.

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Or the torrent is rolling, mighty and endless, crushing directly.

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Or the flames rushed into the sky, the circling fire dragon breathed out, and even the battle platform collapsed.

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The puppet seemed to be completely unable to adapt to the sword in Han Muye's hand, and every time it failed to fight back, it shattered with a single blow.

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The cultivators standing outside Shen Muyuan were ecstatic, but their eyes were full of hope. They never looked forward to one's victory as much as they do today. They didn't look forward to Han Muye surpassing the Endless Heavenly Venerate.

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They didn't care much about the battle between Han Muye and the Endless Heavenly Venerate. What they hoped was that the Taoist swordsmanship that Han Muye used on the next battle stage was his own way of suppressing the sect.

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On the 1,560th battle stage, Han Muye overtook Jia Wu. Jia Wu was blocked by a puppet, and his body stopped for a while.

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\"Wan Yan from the Yuling Taoist Sect returns!\" Outside Shen Muyuan, someone shouted.

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The blue geese in front of Han Muye flew, seemingly endlessly, directly wrapping the puppet, and then roaring and bursting, he himself appeared on the next high platform.

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The sword in his hand carried a cyan streamer, which inspired his spiritual energy to turn into a little cyan snake, bit the wrist of the puppet in front of him, and then pulled the puppet and slammed it against the battlefield, breaking it.

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\"This is a variant of the previous life of all things!\"\"No, it is the combination of all things and thousands of machines.\"

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\"It's wrong, this is still the life of all things, it's just the change of illusion.\" Outside Shen Muyuan, there was a debate.

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Those practitioners who were involved in this sect's secret skills were all excited to see the light that had not yet dissipated. This blow was completely beyond their comprehension.

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But they know that as long as they fully understand this attack, their own cultivation method will probably have to go a step further.

No one cared that Han Muye had surpassed the Endless Heavenly Venerate at this time.

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All they care about is what kind of unparalleled magic Han Muye has shown.\"This is the performance stage...\" A white-bearded old man stroked his long beard lightly, with emotion on his face.

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This is the performance stage! On the performance stage, there is a means to let outsiders feel.

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What Han Muye showed today is completely the same as that of an ancient great power, and he has contributed to the cultivation world.

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The reason why the world of practice is prosperous is because there are countless powerful and powerful people who have left their inheritance and passed on their life-long practice methods to more people.

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The chaos outside Shen Muyuan slowly turned into tranquility.

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Even though Han Muye practiced his own swordsmanship and Taoism, no one made a sound, he just watched silently. With such a chance, he just watched.\"Boom—\"A giant blue wolf ripped apart the puppet in front of him, Then the body turned into a cyan streamer.

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Han Muye stood on the 2,000th battle platform and looked back at Jia Wu, who was on the 1,800th battle platform, with a calm expression on his face.

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He never saw anyone as an opponent.

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On this stage, he never thought about who would be qualified to be his opponent. Even himself, it is impossible. For outsiders, the stage is the best place to analyze himself.

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But for Han Muye, the role of the stage is to penetrate it and control him. The front is invincible. The rear is invincible.

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With a sword in hand, just move forward.

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At the time of the 2,400 battle stage, Han Muye moved, stepped out of Shen Muyuan, landed on the meteorite, and sat cross-legged.

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At this time, it happened to be the time when the first master who was defeated on the battlefield was defeated for a day.

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Just as Han Muye stepped out of the battle stage, the Taoist who fell off the battle stage yesterday couldn't wait, and stepped out one step at a time, starting from the previously defeated battle stage, and challenged again.

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Han Muye stepped onto the stage and gave up the number one position. But everyone didn't care about that anymore.

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Han Muye took the initiative to step out of the battlefield, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have the strength to fight again, it's just a process of revising his perception.

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Sure enough, Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, exuded a mysterious aura. He looked at the battle stage in front of him, and his eyes fell on those figures who were still fighting hard.

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Outside of Shen Muyuan, those cultivators who stood on the meteorite wished they would rush to the battlefield and show their methods to Han Muye.

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This is a very interesting thing.

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No one ever thought that one day, he would long for his own unique skills to be displayed in the hands of another person.

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But others are able to draw parallels and bring surprises. This, perhaps, is the gap between people...

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When Han Muye withdrew from the battle stage, Huang Laoliu stepped out and rushed onto the battle stage. He held a long sword, and the demon dragon behind him roared and roared. The time he spent on the first 100 battle stages was not much longer than Han Muye's.

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But what's interesting is that when he was on the 130-odd battle stage, he was directly defeated. The puppet broke through his defense and slammed into his chest.

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Huang Laoliu, who was knocked off the stage, was not only not annoyed, but had a look of joy on his face.

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If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't rush back to the battlefield immediately, he might have already returned. His cultivation is tyrannical, but his foundation is unstable. His prestige and combat power are all derived from constant battles.

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As for the foundation of practice, it is vain.

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The challenge of acting on the stage is obviously to give him the opportunity to discover his own shortcomings.

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Such an opportunity, in ancient times, was only available to those who received an invitation.

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Moreover, those people only have one chance, not like now, they can continue to challenge. This is the real chance! The challenge on the stage continued, and Han Muye set foot again after a day of repairs.

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This time, the swordsmanship and Taoism he used were completely different from before.

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When Han Muye stepped onto the battle stage, one after another figure withdrew from the battle stage and landed on the meteorite outside Shen Muyuan.

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They gave up their challenges just to observe Han Muye's methods. They didn't let them down.

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Many of the swordsmanship and Taoism techniques in Han Muye's hands have their own shadows. This made many people want to cheer loudly.

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In the future, as long as Han Muye is repaired, the powerhouses from all sides will step on the stage one after another and use their own methods with all their might.

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When Han Muye stepped on the stage again, almost everyone left the stage to watch his performance alone.

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Even Jia Wu, who had been rushing in front, had also withdrawn from the battle stage several times to observe Han Muye's tactics.

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The most invisible thing in practice is time. Ten years seems to have passed in an instant. At this time, almost everyone on the battlefield has set foot on a thousand seats.

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The calmness of their aura and the superb means of action were almost a hundred and a thousand times higher than they were ten years ago.

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The strongest among them have already fought more than 3,500 platforms.

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Moreover, at this time, it is not only the strong men of Yuling Daozong sword pavilion and others who have set foot on the 3,000 battle platforms ten years ago.

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More than a hundred strong men from all sides have already set foot on the three thousand battle platforms.

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The position on the performance stage does not mean that the combat power must be so tyrannical. After all, it pays more attention to cultivation and perception and inheritance.

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But this also means that these people have an infinite future for cultivation and inheritance. \"Om—\"A bell rang in the void.

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The practitioners on the battlefield, without exception, all flew out.

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I don't know which major cultivator set up the formation of this bell. As long as Han Muye, who stepped out of the battle stage, returns to the battle stage, the bell will ring.

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The bell rang, and there was only one person on the stage. Han Muye.

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Today, Han Muye is standing at the end of the performance stage, the long sword in his hand flashes a clear halo. The end of the performance stage.

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The Endless Heavenly Venerate was blocked at more than 10,000 positions on the performance stage, moving slowly, and every battle stage required a hard fight.

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But Han Muye has continued to move forward steadily in the past ten years, and every day he has passed at least a hundred battles. To this day, he has no idea how many battles he has set foot on.

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It can be calculated, but what is the meaning of this?

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Everyone only knew that today, Han Muye had already stood at the end of the stage.

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As long as he passes through, he has the qualification to ascend to immortals, and he will become the first person in this world to penetrate the acting platform since ancient times.

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In Han Muye's hand, a long sword pierced. In front, thirteen black puppets rushed up at the same time. On the battle platform, the sword light was dazzling, like a blazing sun.

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\"Boom—\"The battle platform exploded, and Han Muye flew upside down. Was Han Muye knocked out of the battle platform?

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No! This idea was instantly denied.

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Because in the next instant, all the battle platforms on Shen Muyuan disappeared, turning into a huge battle platform with a radius of millions of meters, like a world of its own.

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And on this battle stage, phantoms appeared one after another. Han Muye. Every phantom was Han Muye himself.

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Every phantom cast is a photo of the swordsmanship and Taoism he performed on the battle stage in front. The last stage of the stage is to defeat all of the previous self?

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how can that be?

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Outside Shen Muyuan, there was a dull gaze, even Jia Wu, who was standing in front of him, was slightly stunned. Can the great powers of the ancient times really penetrate such a stage?

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\"Cang Clang——\"The crisp sound of sword chants resounded.

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Behind Han Muye, a long sword flew out from the Wanhe sword box. Then, behind him, a golden sword tower appeared. When the sword tower appeared, there was a sound of inhalation outside Shen Muyuan.

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Standing on the meteorite, Daozu Qi Yu was trembling all over, and the few sword pavilion overhaulers behind him couldn't help but redden their eyes.

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The nine-story sword tower is shining brightly.