Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Seven meniscus floated in the air, and the cold moonlight shrouded the radius of thousands of feet.

The power of moonlight.

This is a kind of power of heaven and earth, not icy cold, but cold to the bottom of my heart.

There are thousands of powers in the world, strong and weak.

But no matter how strong the power is in the hands of the weak, it is not lethal.

Conversely, even the weakest power in the hands of the strong can become an existence sweeping the world.

That's when the cold moonlight.

When the seven meniscus shrouded, the wind thief commander changed his face.

Because at this moment, in his cave, there is also moonlight shining down.

Traveled through space and landed in his cave!

What a terrible power this is!

You must know that he is the Dongxu Tianxian, and his own Dongtian did not come with him, but was placed in a hidden place thousands of miles away with the help of a secret technique.

The moonlight swayed by these seven crescent moons actually penetrated the void, breaking the secret method, and directly illuminating the cave sky thousands of miles away!

In other words, if the Yunlan Sword Immortal Han Wudi in front of him wants to shatter his own cave, it only takes an instant.

What kind of sword repair is this!

Before the storm thief commander thought about it in horror, the seven meniscus flickered and appeared directly in front of him.

This crescent moon is like a blade, spinning lightly, cutting his body apart.

The sharpness on the blade made him have to lift the spear in his hand.

If you don't do your best, you can only die!

"kill-"

With a low drink, a golden bead on his neck shattered.

A sealed hole in the sky emerges from this bead.

The long spear mobilized the power in the cave, gathered into a thousand dark blue spear tips, and slammed into the outside of the body.

"when-"

The blade of the gun collided with the meniscus, and then shattered.

But in an instant, the roar exploded, and all the spear points were chopped up by seven meniscus!

July.

This is the July of Swordsmanship.

The seven crescent moons blocked the space around the opponent, making it impossible for him to escape.

"Peng—"

The spear collided with the meniscus, and then the seven meniscus condensed into one, spun and twisted rapidly, and the scars of space fragmentation brought out, like black threads.

The space around the Storm Pirates seemed to be torn apart directly.

What is terrifying is that, leading to the fragmentation of the space around him, the cave sky thousands of miles away also began to shatter.

This sword reveals an unstoppable space force!

The pale-faced Storm Bandit leader stared at the Crescent Moon, who was blocking the space around him, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Come on!"

Walk.

Below, the storm thieves who formed the battle formation were not ready to leave. The leading storm thief cavalry took off the mask covering his face, revealing his face condensed by wind and frost.

"Rescue Commander-"

He shouted loudly, and the blood behind him condensed into a black-gray wolf.

The other people in the battle formation did not hesitate, they condensed their own blood and qi, collided with each other, turned into a hundred-zhang blue wolf, and rushed towards Han Muye.

Han Muye's expression didn't change, the crescent moon moved and condensed into a line, and a full moon appeared.

"August."

"Thorn-"

The swirling full moon smashed the blue wolf directly.

Those Gale thieves all vomited blood and retreated.

Two swords.

July is not young, and August is complete.

Han Muye raised his fingers slightly.

He also has a third sword.

The Storm Bandit Commander's face was pale as he stared at Han Muye's fingers.

With the third sword, he and the storm thieves under his command will die!

Yunlan Sword Immortal's sword is so strong that it cannot be resisted at all!

The Storm Robber Commander didn't dare to hesitate, he let out a long shout, threw the spear in his hand towards Han Muye, and then fell.

The spear turned into a long blood-colored dragon, roaring towards Han Muye.

"Walk-"

The scattered qi and blood on the body were connected to the battle formation, and the commander of the storm thief led a gust of wind, and the battle formation was urged to run towards the rear.

Fast enough to see only a cyan streamer.

This is the strength of the storm thief, the battle formation is assembled, and the escape speed is extremely fast.

In the Bitter Immortal Territory, even if the Demon King made a move, he could not completely wipe out the Storm Pirates.

Han Muye did not pursue, but raised his hand, and Xian Yue wrapped the blood-colored dragon, and then kept colliding.

He said that the number of three moves, this Storm Thief Commander did not block even a single move, and even the gathering of battle formations could not block his second sword.

If the third sword is used, these storm thieves will die.

However, from Han Muye's point of view, the storm thieves were famous in the Bitter Immortal Territory, and they were stubborn and hard to fight.

Today, he killed these people, and I am afraid that in the future, the storm thieves remaining in the Yunteng Wasteland will continue to intrude.

Especially Yunlan City.

trouble.

But let go of the other party, Han Muye is not going to let go of the long spear that fell on his hand.

"Om-"

The blood-colored dragon was shocked and turned into a spear again.

Zhangba's gun body, the front of the gun is cold, the streamer is dark, and it has a fairy pattern.

Chinese Lingbao.

The moonlight hooked and turned into a snare, entangling this mid-grade spiritual treasure.

But this treasure is obviously connected to the cave led by the wind thief, and the power of the cave keeps the spears in constant conflict.

Han Muye snorted coldly, raised his hand, and the crescent moon a little, tearing apart the space.

The leader of the Storm Pirates, who had fled hundreds of miles away, was suddenly shocked, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"What a ruthless means!"

He gritted his teeth, a look of horror on his face.

The breath on his body was also constantly surging and turbulent.

The treasure of life has been refined, which is cutting off his foundation.

But what is even more terrifying is that he feels that the connection between himself and Dongtian is rapidly weakening!

"Commander!" The cavalry who had uncovered his visor turned his head, his expression changed.

At this moment, the aura of this Storm Pirate Commander had clearly fallen under the Heavenly Immortal!

"Then Han Wudi stripped away my cave, I shouldn't have left the Battle Spirit Spear—" Before he could finish speaking, he spurted out another blood, then his breath was weak and weak, and he said in a low voice, "Flee... "

But when he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.

In front, a Taoist man in a red robe stood there.

The Taoist smiled, and a jade-colored array flew up in his hand, covering all the storm thieves.

The flames in the formation plate descended, igniting the nearly 100 Stormtroopers.

Hurricane Pirate, who was injured in the fight with Han Muye, was ignited with blood and turned into a torch without the slightest effort to fight back.

"If you want to keep your soul, you need to borrow this body of qi and blood from this seat." Taoist Luo Yang let out a long laugh, looking at the only able-bodied leader of the Storm Pirates.

In the end, it was an immortal powerhouse, and it was not ignited together with those storm thieves.

"The Primordial Demon Dao Sect, you want to be with me, the Storm Bandit, forever?" The commander of the Storm Bandit gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

His aura was shaking, and he couldn't control it.

"You know, my Primordial Demon Dao Sect usually leaves no room for anything."

The voice behind him covered up the miserable cries of the blazing storm thieves.

I don't know when Ling Yuan Tianxian, the sect master of Yuan Mo Dao Sect, who appeared behind him, took it with a palm.

"Peng—"

The blood-colored streamer burst.

Han Muye, who was hundreds of miles away, frowned.

The long spear wrapped in the crescent moon in front of him trembled, and its spirituality instantly dissipated.

The spear master has fallen?

Even if he stripped away the spear's owner, the Dongtian commanded by the Storm Pirates, it didn't hurt his life.

Now, the storm thief commander has fallen.

Moreover, those nearly a hundred storm thieves also fell along with them.

This method is called vicious.

Silence?

Or, planted?

Han Muye's eyes flickered with a trace of killing intent.

He didn't believe that killing Storm Pirates had nothing to do with him.

As soon as he grasped the spear, the sword light shone on his body.

The memory in the spear quickly flipped and appeared in Han Muye's mind.

"This Storm Pirate is indeed under the command of the Immortal Demon King Huntian, and he is also related to the Taoist sect."

"Blast, Thunder, Zidian, all have backgrounds of human race and monster race."

Holding the long bridge tightly, Han Muye raised his head and looked forward.

Over there, the black halo rises like a demon in the sky.

resentment!

This resentment seemed to have a guide, and it shot directly at him.

Among the grievances, there was also a halo of qi and blood, which melted into a blood-colored wolf.

It was the storm thief who had escaped earlier.

But at this time, they were only left with blood and blood condensed into wolves, and their lives were burned out.

"Yuan Mo Dao Sect."

Han Muye's eyes showed deepness, and the sword intent on his body slowly circulated.

If he hadn't seriously injured those storm thieves, these people wouldn't have fallen so easily.

So their grievances gathered and rushed towards themselves.

Yuan Mo Daozong took action and calculated himself behind his back.

The enmity between himself and the storm thief has been forged.

As a sword cultivator, he believes in the sword in his hand, and the most annoying thing is this kind of calculation.

"The formation of grievances, transforming the illusory powerhouse."

Han Muye's eyes looked through the gray-black resentment, and saw two figures standing behind the resentment.

Dressed in red robes, there was a Daoist formation master who manipulated grievances, and another was a Taoist priest in green robes and a golden crown.

Lingyuan Tianxian, the sect master of Yuan Mo Dao Sect, Luo Yang, the elder of Yuan Mo Dao sect.

"kill-"

Without any hesitation, Han Muye slashed the long sword directly from the air.

Jianguang directly tore the formation of resentment!

This sword is so strong that it is unbelievable!

Even the immortal refining immortal should not have such a tyrannical sword!

Under Luo Yang's terrified gaze, Jianguang headed down.

The formation of resentment was broken with a sword.

Sen Han on the sword's edge swayed freely, as if cutting directly into the soul.

The look on Luo Yang's face turned to despair.

I can't stop it, in front of such a sword cultivator, all my means are useless.

This is the real power of Jianxiu, a sword is cut down, and the sword edge has no regrets!

"when-"

A golden shield stood three feet in front of Luo Yang, blocking the slashing sword.

Before Jian Feng, the fairy pattern on the shield shone, it seemed that all the strength was exhausted, and it was worthy of the sword light that slowly dissipated.

Luo Yang hurriedly retreated in panic, turned his head to look at Ling Yuan Tianxian with a burning rune in his hand, and flashed gratitude on his face.

"Thank you Sect Master..."

Without the Sect Master Lingyuan Sword Immortal, he was already dead.

How long has he not felt this kind of wandering between life and death?

millennium?

Ten thousand years?

Still, Taoist Luo Yang lowered his head, and there was an imperceptible black halo flashing in his eyes.

"Han Wudi, what an invincible sword immortal." Lingyuan sword immortal snorted lowly, and his body moved, the runes in his hands intertwined and merged into a golden three-zhang banner.

As soon as the banner appeared, it immediately enveloped a thousand feet of space.

The more condensed the power, the less it will escape.

At this time, in this thousand-foot space, the golden fairy light above the banner condensed into substance, like a long knife, slowly pressing down.

"Eight metal flags?"

"Zhenyuanguan's fairy treasure, Lingyuan Tianxian, you don't even want to cover it up?"

Han Muye raised his hand, pointed the front of the long sword in his hand, and said coldly.

An Immortal Treasure, a Void Transformation Heaven Immortal.

Such powerful enemies are the top figures in this immortal world, and they should be treated seriously.

On Han Muye's body, the sword light that had been condensed began to materialize.

sword.

A cyan long sword appeared.

This is the embodiment of his immortal cultivation, even if the power displayed on this cyan long sword is only the peak of human immortals.

A cyan long sword appeared in Han Muye's hand.

Qing Ming.

Qingming Sword, who had been following Han Muye back then.

According to the current Qingming sword, it is no longer the Qingming that is only worthy of the magic weapon level.

At this time, Qingming had dozens of spirit treasure swords refining and blending, among which the spirituality was as strong as a fairy treasure.

enough.

The real immortal treasure, Han Muye was unable to stimulate its power at this time.

Just like Immortal Treasure and the Supreme Treasure above Immortal Treasure, the power is strong enough, but it can only stimulate a trace of power, but it consumes a lot, and it is completely inferior to the already familiar Qingming Sword.

With the Qingming Sword in his hand, Han Muye's aura condensed into substance, and without waiting, he stabbed out with a sword.

"No Feng, Delusional."

Han Muye whispered softly, the sword in his hand revealed a mysterious halo.

When this sword was pierced, there was no sense of sharpness at all, as if it was just a wooden staff handed out, without even the slightest gust of wind.

But in front of Lingyuan Tianxian, this sword seemed to be surging like thunder.

The invisible forces were gathered and turned into ten thousand blue dragon shadows, raging within a thousand feet.

The sword has no edge, and the sword has no edge.

But the sword in the world is the sharpest weapon, how can it be without a sharp edge?

That Wu Feng, is to borrow Feng!

The sharp aura gathered by the eight metal flags was swept away by this sword, and then shrouded in the sword light of the long sword.

With a single sword, Xianbao's imprisonment was broken.

"With Wufeng versus Fengrui, the sword immortals in the world have this method. This sect master was seen by a strong man in the Battle Heaven Hall of Xuanling Sword Sect 300,000 years ago."

Lingyuan Tianxian's face was solemn, and he reached out to grab the vibrating Bamen hardware flag and stared at Han Muye: "No wonder Daomen wants to kill you."

"A sword cultivator like you can't be kept."

door.

Can't stay.

Han Muye didn't know whether to panic or be proud.

Without sufficient strength and potential, he cannot enter the eyes of Taoism.

He can be listed as the target of beheading by Daomen, and his future path may be extremely difficult.

Daomen, how strong is it?

"Daomen? Come here." Han Muye opened his mouth and raised his sword again.

In front of the virtual powerhouse, there can be no slack in the slightest, not to mention, the beheading of Daomen makes him full of fighting spirit.

He has never been afraid of anyone since he held the sword.

There is war, that is war!

"August, full moon."

"September, Ying."

Full moon is full.

The blue sword light first turned into the full moon, and then scattered the sword silk.

One after another blue sword silk, as if to fill all the space.

Turning swords into silk is the foundation of kendo practice~www.wuxiahere.com~ But this basic kendo technique, in Han Muye's hands, has unimaginable power.

Every sword thread can penetrate a ten thousand zhang mountain and strangle a blue dragon!

Yuehua swordsmanship, September, Ying.

Before such a sword, Huaxu Tianxian, Ling Yuan Tianxian, the sect master of Yuan Mo Dao Sect, had to take a step back, and behind him a cave world that had been transformed into the void manifested.

"Good swordsmanship, let me see if you can block the power of the Sect Master with this sword."

Lingyuan Tianxian snorted coldly, and countless golden talismans fell from the cave behind him, and each golden talisman turned into a warrior wearing golden armor.

Boundless battle formation, condensed into a long sword.

The power of Taoist soldiers!

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