Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Jinxian, Ye Ming!

The top powerhouse on the Yunteng Wasteland, a rare loner.

When this person had not yet become a golden immortal, he fought a great demon in the Bitter Immortal Territory by himself, attracting countless demon clans from the Bitter Immortal Territory to chase and kill him.

At that time, the powerhouses from all sides of the human race extended an olive branch to Ye Ming, as long as he took refuge, he would be able to get help.

There are even power promises that as long as Ye Ming takes refuge, he will immediately become an elder with real power.

But Ye Ming refused.

He fled for thousands of years in the Bitter Immortal Territory, and was chased by three great demon kings. In the final battle, he broke through the realm of golden immortals and fought against the three demon kings.

After that, Yeming Jinxian came to Yunteng Wasteland and stayed there forever.

No one knew what he was doing in the wasteland.

"Wait for me?" Ye Ming with a thin face slowly retracted his hand, his eyes fell on Han Muye's face.

"Little guy, do you know the gap between you and Jinxian?"

Looking at Han Muye's calm face, he shook his head and said sullenly, "You don't know."

"Young people today, where is there any sense of awe?"

His expression seemed to be heartbroken, as if he was looking at an excellent junior when he made a mistake.

The Jin Huo, who was devouring the meat with his head down, raised his head to look at Jinxian Yeming, and then turned to look at Han Muye with some doubts.

It flapped its wings and ran to Han Muye.

Han Muye's expression didn't change, he just looked at the table that was devoured by the golden fire in front of him, and said softly, "Like Senior, you were in the Bitter Immortal Territory?"

Ye Ming became famous in the Bitter Immortal Territory that year.

But at that time, he also had no fear of the strong.

Ye Ming laughed and raised his hand.

Above the entire pavilion, the light and shadow changed, turning into a green forest.

Move space!

This is a method that only Jinxian powerhouses can have. It can directly move a fairyland space to their own cave, and can also move this space into the void.

Only the Golden Immortal powerhouses above the Heavenly Immortals who have their own world can be recognized by the power of the Immortal World and can control the void like this.

Even at the peak of Heavenly Immortal, in the realm of Void Transformation, it cannot move space in the Immortal Realm.

This method of directly dragging the opponent into his own cave, or exile to the void, is extremely terrifying.

"How about it, Dongtian of this deity, you can be a guarded Sword Immortal here."

Looking at Han Muye, Ye Ming turned his gaze to the little Firebird standing on his shoulder: "You can also stay here, here—"

Before he could finish speaking, the little firebird fluttered its wings and chirped.

Han Muye shook his head and said, "Senior, it doesn't want to. It said that there is no meat here."

Ye Ming Jinxian grinned and glared at Jin Huo, a cyan streamer on his body turned into a rope, wrapping Jin Huo's body.

"This deity can roast you, and see if your meat is fragrant."

Jin Huo, who was bound by the rope, hummed softly, as if he did not dare to resist.

Ye Ming Jinxian just had a smile on his face when he heard Han Muye's voice resounding: "It means you can bake it, if you don't bake it you will be your grandson."

Jin Huo suddenly turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

Ye Ming Jinxian's smile froze.

He raised his hand, and a golden flame rose.

"Back then, I refined a flame bird in the Bitter Immortal Territory. Although it is not a wild beast, it can be regarded as a rare bird of the fire genus."

"Do you want this fire?"

Ye Ming Jinxian's eyes were not fixed on Jin Huo, but at Han Muye: "I can kill him first, and then you can decide."

"Deceiving Kangxi"

The words fell, and the golden flames circled and hit Han Muye.

Han Muye was about to fly back, but suddenly stopped.

This is Jinxian's cave, and here, he doesn't even have the strength to escape.

Seeing the flames coming, Han Muye took a breath and raised his fingers.

A sword light appeared.

"when-"

The sword light hit the flame, and there was a crisp sound.

The flame turned into a long blue-gray feather.

In Han Muye's hand, a clear long sword appeared.

"If you can block the flame of this deity with your sword, you do have the capital to be proud of."

Looking at Han Muye, Ye Ming Jianxian's eyes flashed with halos.

He raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, five long blue-gray feathers flashed.

The golden flame wrapped the long feather and turned it into a tornado.

The flame was blazing, igniting the surrounding ten thousand feet of space directly, turning the surrounding into a sea of ​​fire.

"Chirp—"

Jin Huo let out a long cry, and the bound wings spread out directly, churning in the sea of ​​​​fire.

Looking at its appearance, the greed in Jinxian Yeming's eyes became even stronger.

"Little guy, just follow me..."

He opened his palm and released the tornado.

The tornado slammed into Han Muye, went down from his head, and pinned him down.

Han Muye swung the long sword in his hand, but he could only break the tornado, but he couldn't make the tornado dissipate.

The power of Jinxian is not something he can resist.

This repression comes from the soul and the flesh.

However, Han Muye could feel that Ye Ming had not really used the power of Jinxian, nor did he have any killing intent.

Jin Huo also seemed to notice that Han Muye was being suppressed, his wings fluttered, and he wanted to fly over.

It's just that it was also pressed by Yeming Jinxian and could do nothing.

In the fire tornado, Han Muye's eyes flickered.

Use all the means, and then fight with Ye Ming Jinxian?

useless.

Even if he exposes his secrets, uses two swords of the primordial spirit, and the power of two divine beasts, he cannot be Jinxian's opponent.

This is the gap in the level of power.

Catch up?

Han Muye's eyes were bright.

Ye Ming Jinxian has no killing intent, which doesn't mean he won't kill him.

It is impossible to put one's own life in the hands of others.

Fortunately, he never does anything without success.

He raised his hand, and a golden token appeared in the palm of his hand.

The golden light on the token turned into a golden gate.

Above the gate, golden light is interwoven into fairy patterns, and the fairy patterns are dark, but people can't see them directly. Every fairy pattern seems to be alive, constantly wandering.

After the gate, there is a continuous illusory palace.

"Slay the Temple!" Ye Ming Jinxian's complexion changed, and his figure retreated sharply.

But at this moment, in the courtyard, a long sword flew out.

The blue-black long sword is simple and unpretentious, but the magnificent power revealed in the sword light makes people completely unable to control their own blood and soul.

With just a flash of sword light, the fire tornado that suppressed Han Muye broke apart.

When it reappeared, it was already behind Yeming Jinxian.

"Thorn-"

The long sword tore apart Yeming Jinxian's robe, wiped the oily skin on his back and flew out.

A Taoist man wearing a green robe with white hair stepped out of the courtyard, raised his hand to hold the flying sword, and then his eyes fell on Yeming Jinxian.

"Golden boy?"

"Are you trying to oppose my Xuanling Sword Sect?"

"Alright, Pindao's sword is already desperate for blood."

Having said this, the Taoist turned his head to look at Han Muye, and then turned his gaze to the golden fire.

Jin Huo seemed to be very frightened, he fluttered his wings, landed on Han Muye's shoulder, and shrank his head and face behind him.

"Han Muye has met Uncle Shu Ming. According to the agreement with Uncle Shu, I will attract the strong Jinxian."

Han Muye folded his hands towards the Taoist and spoke loudly.

Attract the strong Jinxian.

This Taoist Shu Ming was the one who accepted Han Muye into the Temple of Slaying.

The most secret hall of the Xuanling Sword Sect, only the elites of the three halls have the opportunity to join.

Cut the temple.

This is a palace of inheritance that even the Xuanling Sword Sect itself does not know, and it represents the strongest power of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

Just like, the Taoist Shu Ming in front of him.

The task he gave Han Muye was to lead a Jinxian into the game.

The original words: "Boy, when you encounter a strong person who can't deal with it, summon me, but it must be Jinxian, isn't it?"

Looking at the Taoist in front of him, Ye Ming's aura changed, and he finally shook his head.

"Xuanling Sword Sect Shu Ming Jinxian, senior, if you want to teach me Ye Ming, just come here, why bother Xiaoyou Han?" He smiled bitterly and said softly.

He was the only one who spoke, his body had already moved, the halo around him burst, and a wave of void collided with Daoist Han Muye and Shu Ming.

"boom-"

The void vibrated, and the entire ten thousand li cave roared.

This is the power of heaven and earth possessed by the master of the cave.

With the power of this world, he moved the opponent out.

But Taoist Shuming seemed to be standing there, motionless.

In someone else's cave, do not leave.

A hint of surprise flashed across Ye Ming Jinxian's face, and his expression turned solemn.

"Senior, are you really going to fight?"

On him, the blue fairy light gathered and condensed into a three-foot bronze mace.

This bronze mace is covered with azure fairy patterns, and there are dark patterns on all sides, showing the faces of mythical beasts and beasts.

Shu Ming Jinxian nodded, raised the sword in his hand and pointed at Yeming Jinxian.

"You know the rules of my beheading the temple, I always have to support the younger generation and show the means."

Every elite qualified to be introduced into the Temple of Slash is proud.

Empty White Fang said that the Temple of Slaying is strong, and it is not attractive to these elites.

Only by directly showing the means can he be convinced and have a sense of belonging to the Temple of Slaying.

Is this kind of admiration more direct than crushing a strong Jinxian?

"So, I'm the one who was shown the means?" Ye Ming Jinxian's face was arrogant, and he directly waved his bronze mace.

"I want to save face too, okay?"

His words fell, and the sword in Shu Ming Jinxian's hand had already opened the space in front of him, stabbing Ye Ming's chest.

In addition to being fast, this sword is straight and straight, nothing fancy.

Han Muye's expression remained unmoved, but the deduction of the picture in front of him had reached the limit.

Watching Jinxian take action, this kind of opportunity is extremely rare.

The picture in his mind continued to elongate and disintegrate, and the sword in Shu Ming Jinxian's hand began to blur, and then slowly turned into a beam of light.

This is the real sword.

Because this sword is too fast, it looks like the trace of the sword.

In fact, this sword is just a little starlight.

This made Han Muye think of the illusory long tail that came out when the meteor streaked across the sky.

A sword broke through the void, so this sword created an illusory sword shadow.

What would happen if a sword that could pierce the void fell on you?

Also, when this sword pierced into the void, the power it brought out had already suppressed the void. What Ye Ming, who was standing in front of him, had to endure was the power to shatter the void of a world.

Therefore, if Ye Ming wanted to avoid this sword at this time, he had to block the power of the Shattering Void.

Ye Ming with a solemn expression raised his hand, the bronze mace in front of him.

"when-"

The sword's edge slammed into the bronze mace, and there was a crisp vibration.

Han Muye fixed his gaze on the bronze mace.

The rank of this treasure has already surpassed the sky.

Immortal treasure, or the best among immortal treasures.

This is a treasure!

Moreover, Han Muye saw the source of this treasure.

Demon Clock.

Back then, the demon-gathering bell, a treasure in the wilderness, was smashed, and countless demon clans were scattered all over the place.

Han Muye held a Ten Thousand Demon Token in his hand, which was made from the fragments of the Monster Gathering Bell.

Unexpectedly, the ancient fetish can be seen again here, of course, this is also a fragment.

It's just that the shard in Ye Ming's hand was originally a complete upper part of the Monster Gathering Bell, but now it looks like a bronze mace.

"when-"

Shu Ming Jinxian's sword pierced again.

As before, bring out the phantom track.

But this time, Ye Ming Jinxian looked more solemn, took a step back, raised the bronze mace in his hand and slammed it down.

"boom-"

The sword light collided with the bronze mace, and the bursting sword light directly wrapped Yeming Jinxian.

Han Muye clearly saw that the power of the stab just now was divided into 100,000 sword-light stabs.

It is similar to his Wanjian Guizong, but this sword is a collection of countless thrusting swordsmanship, gathered into one sword.

"Kid Han, can you see what the mystery of this old man's sword is?" Looking at Ye Ming, who was surrounded by the sword light, Shu Ming Jinxian said proudly.

"If you can see through 10%, you will be able to at least reach the top of the fairy when you practice kendo."

"If you can directly see through 30%, then the Golden Immortal Avenue can be expected."

"if-"

Before he could finish speaking, he raised his hand.

Because a long sword appeared behind him.

Han Muye fired his sword.

The sword light is clear and the sword marks are illusory.

A sword stabbed out, bringing out a shocking vibration in the void.

Not as sloppy as Shu Ming Jinxian.

When this sword light shattered in the void, it had already consumed too much power.

But Shu Ming Jinxian's expression was extremely shocked, he raised his hand to block the sword light, and then a light curtain flashed, dividing the sword light.

One after another sword light slammed into the light curtain, turning into starlight dots and flickering.

Shu Ming Jinxian stared at these light spots and counted: "Three thousand one hundred, five thousand, eight thousand, well, ten thousand..."

"Thirty-six thousand, good, good."

Slowly raising his head to look at Han Muye, Shu Ming's golden eyes were shining brightly, "I can see through my sword, and I can directly understand it, and I have 36,000 sword lights in one sword."

"Kid Han, when you have accumulated enough merits, you must come to the Sword Art Building of the Temple of Slaying."

"That's where you need to go the most."

After he finished speaking, he laughed and turned to look at Yeming Jinxian, who was wrapped in sword light.

"Boy, if you don't come out again, this old man will tear down your cave."

These words shocked Ye Ming, who was wrapped by the sword light, and then the bronze mace slammed into the light cocoon.

He looked slightly pale, looked at Shu Ming Jinxian and shook his head and said, "If I had known that this kid was behind the Temple of Slaying, I wouldn't have bothered him at all."

"I'm also unlucky. The meatless bamboo that I arranged for so long was ruined by him."

Some rambling openings~www.wuxiahere.com~ Ye Ming was expressing his dissatisfaction.

But what was waiting for him was another sword cut by Shu Ming Jinxian.

"I don't care so much about you, old man, just have a good fight and then talk about it."

Jian Feng chopped Ye Ming's body to pieces, and then chopped open the entire cave.

The expression of Ye Ming, who gathered his body again, was even more ugly.

He had to raise his hand, and another blue rope flew out, hitting Shu Ming Jinxian.

Han Muye stood there watching the confrontation between the two golden immortals, and the images in his mind kept churning.

Road to simplicity.

The more you reach the realm of powerhouses, the simpler the means of battle.

But the power contained in this simplicity is not simple at all!