Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

[Full comprehension level: Sixty Years of Sword Pavilion Viewing Sword] []

Two thousand three hundred and twenty elite disciples of the Sword Sect are waiting to sharpen their swords!

With Zhu Yong's words, the sword intent on Han Muye's body rose to the sky.

The sword light gathered and went straight to the sky.

Behind him, twenty heavenly guards and one hundred heavenly demons, all energized, forming a pillar of qi and blood that covered the sky and the sun.

When one person comes, one hundred and twenty angels will accompany him.

"Han Wudi in Yunlan City is so powerful." A voice sounded above the city tower in the distance.

Above the continuous pavilion and the city tower, the sword lights shone, turned into sword pillars supporting the sky, and condensed into the sky wall.

Sharpen swords.

The qi and blood beam of light hit the sky wall and shattered.

The strength of two thousand elite disciples of the Xuanling Sword Sect, let alone a mere 120 Heavenly Immortals, is ten times as strong as snow meets the fierce sun.

Behind Han Muye, the 120th Heavenly Immortal strong man's qi and blood were shaking and he couldn't help himself.

Sword Sect disciple, with monstrous combat power.

"Get off the horse?" Han Muye whispered softly, and stepped out, the sword light surrounding his body converged and turned into a sword that was trapped by his primordial spirit.

The hairband that floated behind him turned into a blue dagger.

With two swords in hand, the body transforms into sword light for a hundred miles.

"Haha, this looks like a sword cultivator." A voice came from the city ahead, and a 30-year-old sword cultivator with a long sword stood in the air.

"Du Mingqi in the Duxue Palace welcomes you!"

Jian Xiu raised the sword in his hand, causing the sword light as light as snow to float.

But in front of Han Muye, a snow-capped mountain appeared, thousands of meters high and covered with snow.

"What a trick Qianshan Muxue!"

Han Muye let out a long laugh, and threw the dagger in his hand, "Look at my style!"

The sword turns into clouds, the clouds gather into the sea, the sea of ​​clouds rises and falls, and collides with the snow-capped mountains.

The mountain and the sea of ​​​​clouds merged into a blue fairy.

Break the sword with the sword.

This is a sparring between the same sect. It has nothing to do with cultivation, but only comprehends kendo.

"Okay, good swordsmanship."

A trace of horror flashed on Du Mingqi's face, he stepped back to the side, and cupped his hands: "Yunlan Sword is superb in swordsmanship, Du Mingqi is willing to bow down."

Han Muye's figure kept moving, he passed in front of him, and said in a daze, "I accept it."

Now that his cultivation base has reached this level of combat power, Han Muye is no longer humble.

When I came to Jianzong Mountain Gate today, I never thought about hiding.

The probing hand retracted the dagger, and a sword light was already approaching in front of him.

"when-"

Han Muye slammed the trapped sword out of his hand, turning it into thousands of paths, locking the sword.

Thousands of swords swirled around, the long sword wrapped in it screamed, and the sword spirit shivered.

"Zhu Cun in the Yuling Hall is willing to bow down!" A 40-year-old swordsman in a gray robe flew over and hurriedly handed over.

But it's just a losing battle. If his Spirit Treasure Sword Tool damages his spirituality, it's really worthless.

Han Muye raised his hand to retract the trapped sword, nodded, and kept moving forward again.

Zhu Cun also recalled his long sword, the sword intent penetrated, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, no damage.

He looked up and saw that Han Muye had already broken two more sword lights with the sword in his hand.

"It's not just luck that you can be famous in the Yunteng Wasteland." Zhu Cun sighed with emotion on his face, whispered in his mouth, and a bright halo flashed in his eyes.

"Big brother, that's amazing..." Looking at Han Muye who was wielding his sword, Zhao Chen outside the city showed a look of envy on his face.

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"Young Master, Yunlan Sword Immortal's swordsmanship has been honed in hundreds of unbeaten battles in the Yunteng Wasteland." Behind him, Elder Chu spoke softly.

"I know, I don't have that ability, and I won't be able to play in this life." Zhao Chen waved his hand, stopped looking up, turned around and walked towards the city gate.

"I'm still thinking about how to earn Immortal Spirit Stones."

Old Chu shook his head, sighed lowly, and walked over.

This young master of his own family was brought up by him, and his cultivation was also learned from him. The talent is not bad, but unfortunately, the heart is not here.

"That's Han Wudi?" In the distance, a white-bearded old man said softly in front of a hall suspended between clouds.

Beside him, there are several old men in cyan robes.

"Yes, the inheritor of Senior Brother Zhu Ming." Zhou Sheng, who did not know when he arrived, had a wine gourd hanging on his waist and said loudly.

"Well, that continuous method of gathering sword intent is indeed Senior Brother Zhu Ming's way." An old man looked at the gentle and continuous sword light in Han Muye's hands, nodded and said.

Others also recognized the sword intent contained in this sword.

"Just heard that Li Yungang is also very interested in this kid?" The old man in front turned to look at Zhou Sheng.

The others also turned to look at him.

Zhou Sheng grinned, stretched out his hand and stroked his beard and hair, and then patted the wine gourd on his waist.

"That guy gave me a lot of good wine."

His words made the leading old man frown slightly.

The others also turned to look at Han Muye.

At this time, Han Muye had broken fourteen sword lights in a row, and used the two swords in his hand to force back fourteen elite disciples of the Sword Sect.

"At the beginning, I didn't know how many levels he passed in the trial ground, but according to his understanding, the Temple of Slaying will not ignore it." He has been to the Bitter Immortal Realm, and his cultivation base is already at the peak of Daluo, who is in charge of a treasure. The head of the Temple of Heaven, Mu Huan, looked at the void above his head.

It seemed that he could see an empty hall over there.

The most mysterious hall of Sword Sect, Zhanshen.

Slaying God is not a real hall, but a mission.

Only the true elites, the truly transcendent disciples of the Sword Sect, are qualified to enter the Temple of Slaying.

Could Han Muye have already obtained the qualification to enter the Temple of Slaying God?

In the surrounding sky, hundreds of spiritual thoughts fell, all quietly observing Han Muye and his swordsmanship.

None of these people is under the cultivation of the immortals.

There are also dozens of spiritual thoughts that are erratic and leave no trace, and they are obviously golden immortals who have surpassed Heavenly Immortal Realm.

"boom-"

A sword smashed the sword formation in front of him, and flew the sword sect elites who were blocking the way. Han Muye's two swords staggered, and his fighting spirit was condensed into one.

"It's really not fun to fight like this."

He looked up to the sky and drank, and his body went straight to the sky.

The sparked sword light turned into a sky-rocketing wave, surging and shaking, breaking open the sky.

"Don't come under the practice."

"On top of refining, let's go together."

The sound oscillated, and the man and the sword joined together, knocking off billions of heavy clouds and crashing into the void.

Go straight into the void, and the top of the refining void is qualified to fight!

Han Muye's words caused all the spiritual thoughts around him to ripple.

mad?

proud?

This is the real sword repair!

With fear in your heart, how can you be called a sword fairy?

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Which sword fairy is not arrogant?

Countless sword lights lit up and went straight to the sky!

With a radius of 100,000 li, the sword light shines into stars.

Xuanling Sword Sect, the first kendo sect in Fuyu Immortal Realm.

"Okay! My sword sect has not produced such arrogant sword immortals for hundreds of thousands of years! This battle, this old man should take a good look." A white-haired sword cultivator let out a long smile. Straight up, breaking into the void.

There are not a few Jianzong elders like him.

Jianxiu, he is belligerent in his bones.

With the sword in hand, why bother?

war!

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, roaming the Yunteng Wasteland, is really lonely and arrogant, you can't lose my sword sect style." A voice sounded in the void, old and majestic.

"promise."

A group of sword immortal powerhouses above the sword sect refinement flew away and broke through the sky.

But they go out faster and go out faster.

"Peng—"

A sword light slammed down, pressing the three immortal sword immortals who stepped out first into the sky.

Han Muye's double swords were in the air, blocking everyone's path.

"If you want to come to Void to fight with Han, first let me see if I have the qualifications."

Han Muye raised his long sword and pointed forward.

"If you can't even take a certain sword from Han, don't come."

If you catch a sword, you are qualified to fight in the void!

What kind of contempt is this?

"Kuraga-"

A sword light shone, and the power that enshrouded the shattering world flashed away, stabbing towards Han Muye's chest.

powerful.

quick.

Together with the sword light, endless turbulent waves were rolled up, as if the sky was collapsing.

But this sword light was blocked by a blue hairband.

With a roll of hairband, he smashed the sword light, and then led the pale-faced Sword Sect elite to throw off the dust.

"Tao Tianyu of Yunchen Palace, the pinnacle of virtual refinement, the sword of a star in one hand, can fight and transform virtual."

"I can't stop a sword!"

There was an uproar among the Sword Sect elites who gathered in Tianmen.

Those Sword Sect seniors in the distance all looked solemn.

"Look at the sword."

With a low shout, a sword light turned into a long dragon, arousing the power of heaven and earth, and roaring out.

This sword only appeared, and it had already shattered half of the sky. The long dragon protruded its claws and slapped it on Han Muye's head.

Become virtual!

This sword is already the power of transforming the void, and it is compatible with the cave hidden in the void. The power of aggregation is not at all.

Han Muye raised his hand, the blue hairband turned into a short sword, and the sword slammed down.

The trapped sword in his right hand shattered into pieces and turned into a formation of ten thousand sword lights, locking the long dragon.

"Peng—"

The hairband smashed the sword light, wrapped around the sword, wrapped the disciple who drew the sword, and threw it into the sky.

Don't take a step back.

Not a single sword!

"Even, even Gu Ming, the elite of the three halls, can't rush into the void..." All the elites of the sword sect who were about to use their swords all looked forward in horror.

The two swords were in the air, Han Muye's fighting intent and sword intent were condensed, and Dan Dan's killing intent was drawn together.

"Concentrating energy and spirit is a sword, no wonder Li Yungang can't take his sword in the first seat." In front of an illusory hall not far away, an old man in a gray robe flashed in his eyes.

"I always feel that his swordsmanship is more than that simple." Another old man frowned at Han Muye and said softly.

"First use the general trend to provoke the fighting spirit of the elite disciples of the Sword Sect, and then challenge with a sword to show their style," an old man with a simple face smiled lightly: "Now another sword is in the air."

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"Step by step, step by step, win, no wonder you can do things in the Yunteng Wasteland in just ten years that others can't do in ten thousand years or ten thousand years."

Outside the sky, there are also several figures standing side by side at this time.

It's just that the fairy light on them is dark, and people can't detect it at all.

The strong Daluo, Li Yungang who can defeat the Sky Soaring Demon King is also among them, but he can only stand in the back, and there is no arrogance that Li Shouzhu should have on his face.

Because of the few people in front of him, each of them is an existence beyond Da Luo Jinxian!

Xianjun.

Sword Master.

These people are the real core of Jianzong, and every character is a strong man who is rampant in the fairyland.

"Gathering power, chaos, palm, the power of 2,320 elites are gathered and scattered all by one heart, and the means are good."

"This son, can you use it as an alternative?" An old man wearing a short linen robe said softly.

He looked at Han Muye with his long sword in the air with a sullen expression.

"Immortal Burial City needs a master, but he," another old man shook his head and whispered, "too weak."

weak.

Han Muye's sword made all the sword sect elites overwhelmed, but in the eyes of these powers, it was too weak.

Others did not object.

"Lingjian can control 30% of the God-Slaughter Battle Puppet. If he can get the approval of Lingjian, there may still be a chance." An old man in green robe said.

"Hope is slim." The old man in front of him with his hands behind his back shook his head, with a starry sky in his eyes.

"This time, the general trend of Taoism has been cut off, but next time there is any action in the Zhoutian God Realm, we may not be able to stop it."

"Beheading God is imperative."

There was an irresistible will in the old man's voice.

"If he can take charge of the Immortal Burial City and the God-Slaughtering Puppet, when I leave, Jianzong can hand it over to him."

"It's just that he has to block the Bloody Battle Sect."

Li Yungang, who was standing at the back, looked complicated.

Once, he also became an option.

Unfortunately, he lost.

Now, he looked at the silhouette of the sword light blocking the sky, and no one stepped out, and his blood was boiling.

If I chose to face the challenge like this back then and didn't take a step back, would I have stepped into a realm that I didn't dare to think about now?

For so many years, I have been challenging everywhere, but I can no longer make up for the final retreat.

The more challenged, the more cowardly he showed.

In front of this sword light swaying, the scene where thousands of sword sect elites can't take a step is the real sword immortal!

"This kid, maybe he really has a chance..." Li Yungang grunted, with a bright halo in his eyes.

Jianzong, the powerhouse who has not conquered his peers with a sword for many years, and made Wanjian bow his head!

Day and night, no one can step out of the sky.

The kendo elites who rushed out ranged from one person and one sword, to three people forming a formation, to ten people gathering strength.

The sword formation in front of Han Muye also changed from a trapped sword to a nine-story sword tower floating.

On the blue short sword in his hand, the condensed sword light was already dazzling, to the point where he could not look directly.

With the sword in front of him, no one can take a step closer.

Such a sword fairy, with a striking demeanor.

This kind of style is the way of swordsmanship.

Han Muye blocked the Heavenly Sect with one sword and one sword. Not only were the blocked elite disciples not annoyed, but their fighting spirit surged. Countless disciples and elders watching the battle only admire and admire, not jealous.

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[Full comprehension level: Sixty Years of Sword Pavilion Viewing Sword] []

This is Jian Xiu.

To cultivate a sword, you must be calm in your heart, and your heart and sword are the same.

At this time, thirty-two sword immortals from the peak of refining virtual shot at the same time.

The sword light condensed into a cyan sword light dragon, smashed through the sky wall, and spanned thousands of miles.

"boom-"

Thirty-two sword lights slashed through the sword formation that Han Muye had trapped in front of him.

Thirty-two sword lights kept coming, and one whistled, beheading Han Muye.

This is the strongest lineup of the Sword Sect Elite.

This sword is already the strongest sword assembled by 2,320 elites.

No matter how strong the Huaxu Sword Immortals were, they could make a move together, but they couldn't make up the Sky-Rising Cloud Sword Formation, which consisted of thirty-two Sword Immortals with comparable cultivation.

Dangtian Lingyun Sword Array, the power of thirty-two sword immortals, can kill Jin Xian and defeat Daluo!

At this moment, the tens of thousands of Sword Sect disciples and Sword Sect experts around him all focused on Han Muye.

No matter whether he can take this sword or not, he will become the strongest elite disciple of Sword Sect for tens of thousands of years.

Han Wudi's name is well-deserved.

"I'm optimistic, if he has a backhand, he will be in this sword."

Han Muye was a disciple of Zhu Ming, and he was qualified to be one of the masters of the Temple of Heaven, so he couldn't be injured by this sword.

"Haha, in fact, several elders have already paid attention to this battle, and even the sect master will also come incarnate with spiritual sense, why should we worry?" Zhou Sheng shook his head, but his face was indifferent.

"Everyone knows that it's impossible for this sword to hurt him today, but if we don't behave, this kid will be snatched away by the Zhantian Temple." In front, Mu Huan glanced at him and said.

Zhou Sheng opened his mouth and looked at the figure of Han Muye, who was already shrouded in sword light.

This is quite reasonable, but why does it sound so strange?

Han Muye raised his head and watched thirty-two swords fall into one.

This sword is extremely powerful.

This is the unification of the will of the strong kendo, and it is a sword that condenses the general trend.

It is impossible for them to make this sword again.

This sword fights for the future of Sword Sect.

Han Muye can retreat.

This sword, he doesn't need to take it.

Because this day and night, no one can take a step out of the sky, and he has proved himself.

But this sword he must take.

The sword in his heart, the sword of the avenue he was after, was already impatient!

His fighting spirit has converged to the peak.

One step forward, the dagger raised.

His eyes were clear and his mouth whispered softly.

The voice was so low that only he could hear it.

"I, Han Muye, have a sword in my hand, and I want to protect the way in my heart, the gods of heaven and earth, who can break my sword?"

Sword, stab out.

The cyan sword light is soft and elegant, like a hair band.

But this sword penetrated the void.

break.

Break a space of the world.

The space that breaks the two worlds of heaven and earth.

The space that breaks the three worlds of heaven and earth.

Broken, the space of the world, the sword light turned into a bright light, swallowing the long sword that gathered thirty-two sword intents.

"A sword of condensing all worlds, this is the method of the spirit sword!" In front of the Temple of Heaven, the old man standing in front of Zhou Sheng had a sword light agitation and shouted in a low voice.

"Lingjian, he used to shoot the sword in Immortal Burial City, this kid took that sword." Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed.

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In the void, Li Yungang's eyes widened: "The spirit sword's condensed sword intent condenses the sword. At the beginning, he took this sword."

"You can comprehend after taking a sword, good." The sword light surged from the body of a strong immortal standing in front of him, and he shouted.

"Fusing Zhuming's long sword intent, and then quietly condensing the spirit sword's sword of all realms," there was a hint of appreciation in the voice of the old man who had been holding his hands behind his back: "This day and night, the energy is not released, so forbearance. "

"The nature of those who seek the general trend, and the sword of the general trend, both have them, not bad."

The old man's eyes fell on the nine-story sword pagoda in front of Han Muye, and said softly, "It's rare that even the nine-yuan pagoda chose him."

Slowly turning his head, the old man glanced at a group of immortals and strong men: "Then, alternative?"

Everyone bowed and cupped their hands: "Follow the order of the sect master."

The old man nodded, raised his hand, and dispersed.

Following the dispersal, there was also the sword light in front of Han Muye.

Thirty-two sword lights scattered, and the sword that Han Muye condensed himself recovered and turned into a shining sword light again.

This sword, which gathered thousands of sword intents, returned to his hand, as if he hadn't stabbed the sword at all.

"The rewinding of space and time can mobilize such power, even the Immortal Monarch, is it difficult?" Han Muye turned the short sword into a dazzling hairband and whispered softly.

He himself knew how powerful that sword was just now, even Daluo Jinxian couldn't resolve it lightly.

Although no one said who shot, but since someone stopped this battle, this battle will end.

More than 2,000 Sword Sect elites dispersed, and Han Muye also flew down.

The disciples of the Sword Sect who were watching were full of reluctance, and turned around with emotion on their faces.

Watching this day, it is unimaginable for my own kendo improvement.

When you see the peaks and peaks of the mountains, you will have hills and valleys in your heart.

The appearance of Han Muye's invincible sword cultivator with a horizontal sword will be remembered by countless sword sect disciples.

Sword cultivation in this life should be like this.

When Han Muye flew out of the city tower, an old Taoist who was wearing a green robe and was waiting for him.

"Han Muye, I am Xuanji, the elder of Zhenxuan Hall. Chen Qiu said that you promised to go to Immortal Burial City as a disciple of Zhenxuan Hall."

"If you represent my Zhenxuan Hall, you can go to Zhenxuan Hall to repair first." The old Taoist looked at Han Muye and said softly.

He came early, and he was going to welcome Han Muye to Zhenxuan Hall.

But he didn't expect that Han Muye would fight the sword sect elite directly after leaving the teleportation formation.

This battle also gave him a chill.

Such a strong person, Yun Lancheng Han Wudi, how could he represent Zhenxuan Hall?

Now to ask, but to go through the motions.

It is estimated that the people from Xuntian Palace and Zhantian Palace have already arrived.

"Okay, then I'll go to Zhenxuan Hall with the elder." Han Muye nodded.

"Okay, I understand - go, go to Zhenxuan Hall?" Elder Xuanji froze for a moment, his expression slowly showing ecstasy from stunned.

"Really go?"

Han Muye nodded, "Of course he really went."

Elder Xuanji laughed loudly, and quickly stopped the laughter, raised his hand and threw a small blue-grey flying boat, and then lowered his voice: "Go, go."

Feizhou flew away for a moment, Zhou Sheng flew up and down, looked around, and asked in confusion, "Where did this kid go?"

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Looking up, a strong figure from Zhantian Temple disappeared in a flash.

…

There are sixteen Heavenly Immortals and Golden Fairyland Elders who have not yet retreated in Zhenxuan Hall.

Among them, the one with the highest cultivation base is Elder Xuan Qing, who has already reached the realm of Daluo.

At this time, a group of elders sat around and quietly looked at Han Muye in front of him.

"Elders, is there anything else you want to ask?" Han Muye cupped his hands and said loudly.

"Uh, no, no." All the elders shook their heads.

They had been around Han Muye asking questions for a long time just now. They had already asked what they could and could not ask.

"Cough," the elder Xuanqing, who was wearing a gray robe, coughed lightly: "Yun Lan, you can represent my Zhenxuan Hall stationed in the Immortal Burial City, and you go out to represent my Zhenxuan Hall's face."

The others nodded.

Elder Xuanqing raised his hand, and several sets of battle armor with immortal light, as well as some moon white robes, sapphire belts, whisks, walking, etc., landed in front of Han Muye.

The two cyan long swords flickered brightly.

Good sword.

Fairy treasure.

"Tell me, what else do you need?" Elder Xuanqing looked at Han Muye with a smile.

Originally, what they promised was a fairy treasure.

But now that Han Muye's strength is so strong, he can't take out an immortal treasure.

Han Muye looked at these robes and treasures marked with Zhenxuan Hall, and stretched out his hand to put them away.

"This disciple wants to stay at Zhenxuan Hall and observe some seniors' swordsmanship," Han Muye said.

"Of course." Elder Xuanqing agreed with a smile.

They were not happy that Han Muye would go elsewhere.

"If you are an elite of the Sword Sect, I can communicate. If you are other seniors, I hope the elders can block me." Han Muye spoke again.

"Okay." Elder Xuanqing nodded.

Han Muye actually had a lot of entanglements in the Sword Sect. He was also a disciple of the Zhantian Temple and the Zhan Shen Temple from the Zhuming inheritance of the Xuntian Temple and the Guandong Yun inheritance.

If there is enough time, he is willing to stay in the sect, study various inheritances, and study various senior swordsmanship.

But now there is only less than a year, what he needs is to try his best to improve his strength to the extreme.

Immortal Burial City is not a good place.

For a month, Han Muye never left Zhenxuan Hall.

In a battle with elites from all sides of Jianzong, he has a more thorough understanding of Jianzong's inheritance of swordsmanship.

"Om-"

The sword light flashed, and a long sword appeared in front of him.

Thousands of sword lights staggered, locking the space in front of him.

Sword array.

Zhou Tianjian formation.

This is one of Han Muye's means to traverse the mundane world.

But at present, the strength of this sword formation is not enough.

The sword light split and aggregated into three thousand streamers.

This time the space in front of him was even more turbulent, forcing him to raise his hand to hold up a light curtain.

This is the grand formation of Zhenxuan Hall, which specifically gave Han Muye a control authority.

Three thousand streamers, still more.

It is impossible to have three thousand sword immortals lined up neatly.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Muye raised his hand to divide the three thousand sword lights into ten small formations of three hundred people.

The sword light from each small formation shone and became more agile.

not enough.

Even the three hundred Sword Immortals did not want to get together.

The small formation was further differentiated into a formation of 30 people.

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"It makes sense for the thirty-two sword sects to form a formation." Looking at the sword formation in front of him, Han Muye whispered softly.

His sword formation is not that strong as Lingyun formation.

"Then what if it is re-differentiated?"

The sword formation of thirty people split, and the number of people continued to increase and decrease.

"Six people form an array, and three arrays are connected."

"The six-person formation and the eighteen-person formation are the foundation."

Seeing the sword light flashing in front of him, Han Muye had a smile on his face.

This time, it took him three months to deduce the sword formation.

He was also very satisfied with the result.

The formation of six people can exert maximum combat power, and the superposition of swordsmanship power can become a dazzling fairy sword.

If the three formations are connected, they will be able to fight.

When Han Muye left the customs, Elder Xuan Qing, who was standing outside, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yunlan, if you don't go out again, I won't be able to explain it." He took out a golden scroll with a wry smile.

"Sword Sect has an order, Yunlan Sword Immortal Han Wudi leads the sect elites to reinforce Immortal Burial City."

The issuance of this order means that Han Muye, as the commander of this reinforcement, has the absolute right to dispatch and command.

Moreover, the transfer order also mentioned that Han Muye has the right to choose independently.

Sword Sect elite, you can choose.

Such authority is not too big.

This transfer order was issued three months ago, when Han Muye was in retreat.

As soon as the order is issued, the clouds move in all directions.

For the past three months, elites from all walks of life have come to visit Han Muye, wanting to know how he arranges and chooses who will go to the Immortal Burial City.

Immortal Burial City is a Jedi, and life and death there is unpredictable.

But for the disciples of Jianzong, there must be no fear of war.

As long as Han Wudi selects himself, it means that he is interested in his own strength.

In the past three months, the atmosphere has been brewing, and the elites of all parties have been fighting between each other, and the swords have been drawn.

"Yunlan, hurry up and choose, otherwise, we will really fight." Elder Xuanqing said in a low voice.

"No hurry." Han Muye put away the order and shook his head.

What came with the order was a jade slip with golden light.

Recorded in the jade slip is the information of the elite disciples of the entire Sword Sect currently in the sect.

Cultivation, combat power, and good at swordsmanship are all registered.

Not necessarily the most complete and true, but certainly the most official.

After taking the jade slip and the transfer order, Han Muye went back to the main hall to study slowly.

This made Elder Xuanqing stunned for a while.

The time is urgent, and if you don't choose to run in, when will you wait?

When the news of Han Muye's exit came out, the elites who were waiting for him were also quietly inquiring.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother, your cultivation is profound, and you will definitely be invited by Yunlan Sword Immortal." In an empty hall, several Sword Sect disciples were sitting around.

"That's right, Senior Brother Gu Tang is the number one elite of my Wuyun Hall, so he will be invited naturally." A disciple below agreed.

The first Taoist had a smile on his face, and the light in his eyes flickered.

For a time, everyone was waiting to see who Han Muye would invite first.

It was just that time passed. Three days later, when Han Muye left the hall, he did not invite anyone, but handed a jade slip to Elder Xuanqing.

"Trouble the elder to announce the method of practicing the sword formation."

"I just said that if you are willing to go to Immortal Burial City, you can form a formation on your own."

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"At that time, I will select people based on the strength of the sword formation."

Sword formation?

Elder Xuanqing had doubts on his face.

Is it the Lingyun Formation of the sect?

It is not easy to form this formation.

Thirty-two kendo powerhouses of the same rank with comparable combat strength still have to run in, not at a time.

If you choose like this, I am afraid that you will not be able to choose many people.

Reaching out his hand to take the jade slip, his spiritual sense penetrated into it.

"what?"

"Liu Xuan Tian Yuan Formation, six people can form a battle formation, wonderful!"

"The links are interlocked and the power is balanced. The most important thing is that the power of killing is superimposed. If the three formations are connected, they can have the power to fight against the sky~www.wuxiahere.com~ Elder Xuanqing raised his brows, his thoughts were derived, and more Excited: "Good battle! "

He looked at Han Muye and said with some pain, "Do you really want to make such a battle public?"

Once it is made public, it will spread throughout the Sword Sect.

According to common sense, such a good formation should be kept and kept secret.

"Elder, Jianzong's fellow sect accompany me to the Immortal Burial City, where life and death are unpredictable, am I still reluctant to form a formation?" Han Muye said calmly, speaking loudly.

These words shocked Elder Xuanqing, nodded and said, "Yun Lan is really kind."

"Okay, I will spread this formation."

If this spread, it will definitely be studied by the sect.

Those elite disciples who want to follow Han Muye to Burial Immortal City will also practice seriously.

In this way, according to what Han Muye said, it is possible to select the strengths and weaknesses of the cultivation based on the formation.

This kind of choice saves the previous competition and balances the rift between the sect elites.

Looking at Han Muye, Elder Xuanqing said with a smile, "You have extraordinary means, and all of a sudden, the elites in the sect will no longer fight infighting."

Han Muye looked out of the main hall, and there was a deep spiritual light in his eyes.

"I also ask the elders to help me send a message. I need five fellows to form a formation together, and another twelve fellows to form three formations."

"The 100 Heavenly Immortals and Great Demons I'm accompanying also need to find their own contractors."

Looking at the wide-eyed Elder Xuanqing, Han Muye smiled slightly: "Elder, it's not difficult to spread this message, right?"

Not difficult?

After this news came out, the elites of the Sword Sect would probably fight with red eyes for the Yunlan Sword Immortal's eligibility!

"I, I will try my best." Elder Xuanqing murmured with trembling corners of his mouth.