Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

There are two swords in Han Muye's hands that can display the strongest combat power and show it in front of outsiders.

A sword trapped in a sword can reach thousands of swords, and a sword trapped in a sword formation cannot escape.

The other sword is the swordsmanship he created with the inheritance of Lingjian Jinxian and Zhu Ming Qingyu Sword.

It can not only drizzle continuously, but also condense the power of ten thousand swords, one sword is stronger than another.

A year ago, Han Muye used this sword.

That sword faced the Lingyun Formation of the thirty-two Sword Sect elites.

But that sword was shot by the Sect Master of Sword Sect and returned to the past with the power of time.

The power stored in that sword has been preserved to this day!

Just for this time!

At the beginning, the spirit sword Jinxian was slashed with a single sword, and it struck thousands of miles away. Today, Han Muye entered the Immortal Burial City, and of course he had to return the sword.

Back then, Lingjian Jinxian had said that he was waiting for him in the Immortal Burial City.

Today, he, Han Muye, is here.

"Om-"

The cyan streamers scattered and turned into a three-foot sapphire-like sword light.

Jianguang was as warm as water, as if it had no power at all.

Above the head, the vast sword light is about to smash the world.

Qingyu's sword was like green grass before it slashed the sky.

"The guy from the Xuanling Sword Sect this time doesn't seem to be very good?" In the distant city tower, someone whispered.

"Maybe it's showing weakness, you can't just come with a strong dragon and overwhelm the local snake, right?" Someone smiled and looked at the two sword lights that were about to meet.

There are strong people in the city, and the commander of the reinforcements of the Xuanling Sword Sect cannot be killed as soon as they step out of the teleportation formation, right?

Many people subconsciously turned their heads to look at the towering pavilion in the center of the city tower.

At this time, on the top of the pavilion, five figures of different shapes stood side by side.

"Xianjun Ziyu, don't do anything? This is the junior of your sword sect." A long-bearded Taoist wearing a green jade crown chuckled, his hands behind his back, and his expression was sullen.

On the other side, the majestic 40-year-old man in armor clenched his fists and snorted coldly, "Lingjian has always been arrogant, this time has passed."

The others did not speak, but turned their eyes to one side, looking at the thirty-year-old sword cultivator with a tall black sword on his back.

These five people are the top figures guarding the Immortal Burial City, the five Immortal Monarchs.

Daomen Qinghe Daozong Yuhe Xianjun.

Xuanling Sword Sect Ziyu Xianjun.

Tianyaomen Huyuan Xianjun.

Xianjun Tiehe of the Bloody Battle Sect.

The last one is the rare demon king, the Tutian demon king.

They have been guarding this Immortal Burial City for nearly 100,000 years. Although they are still somewhat dirty because of their different positions, they have been in harmony with each other for 100,000 years of friendship.

It can be said that it is a matter of life and death.

"This kid, it's interesting." Immortal Ziyu's eyes fell on Han Muye's sword light, and he whispered softly.

Is this really out of the question?

The others were slightly taken aback.

Although Yuhe Xianjun used words to run against Ziyu Xianjun, he was not really desperate.

With the temperament of Immortal Ziyu, although he is arrogant, it is not that he will not take action at this time?

"Lingjian is never merciless, why don't you save one?" The demon king Tutian, who was wearing a feather coat and had a thin face, whispered.

But Immortal Ziyu really didn't move.

"what?"

Someone on the side lit up.

…

Ahead, the two sword lights have collided.

"boom-"

The sword light collided with the sword light, but not as everyone thought, the sword light of the spirit sword Jinxian smashed Han Muye's sapphire sword light with one blow.

The sword lights are intertwined, the two swords are intertwined, the sapphire sword light and the magnificent sword light are entangled, and they are constantly colliding with each other.

blocked?

blocked!

Countless people widened their eyes.

Who is Lingjian Jinxian, the City of Immortal Burial knows.

When he shot, it was always a one-hit kill.

Even if the power of the Immortal Burial City Great Array is not used at this time, this sword is less powerful, but it is not an ordinary Jinxian that can block it.

The disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect, whose cultivation base showed that he had obviously not reached Jinxian, was able to block the sword of the spirit sword Jinxian!

"Good swordsmanship!"

In the void, there was a loud shout.

That sound, there is the sound of gold and iron clashing.

Lingjian Jinxian's voice.

Lingjian Jinxian would actually praise other people's swordsmanship!

This is something that has never happened in Immortal Burial City.

Even the Ziyu Immortals who are guarding the Immortal Monarchs have never been praised by the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal.

This time, what kind of character is in Xuanling Sword Sect?

Immortal Ziyu's eyes twinkled brightly.

"Haha, good boy, I can make this fellow Lingjian deflate." The tall and strong Immortal Hu Yuan smashed his fist into the palm of his hand, laughing and drinking.

Others also have halos in their eyes.

"It's rare, the reinforcements from Immortal Burial City have come in a decent way." Immortal Tie He in black armor did not change his expression as he glanced at the sword cultivators behind Han Muye, and said coldly.

Although the words were cold, there were smiles on the faces of the others.

Tiehe said that it looks like something, so it must be something really.

"Okay, Lingjian, the battle is dangerous, don't be distracted." Yuhe Xianjun, who was standing in front of him, opened his mouth.

In the void, one after another of fairy lights shone, suppressing the whole world.

Spirit Sword Jinxian's sword light dissipated.

"Boy, this sword is not bad, you have lived for two months, come to play with me." The voice of the spirit sword Jinxian came, and then the sword light disappeared completely.

Han Muye chuckled and cupped his hands: "Yun Lan takes orders."

He got up, raised his hand and made a move, Qingyu Jianguang returned behind him and turned into a streamer.

After Jianguang fell back, Han Muye's expression changed slightly.

The sword intent gathered over the past year has not only not been exhausted, but has become even more magnificent!

Lingjian Jinxian did not consume his sword intent, but instead poured more sword intent into him.

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

In the end, he is a senior in Kendo, and he still supports the juniors.

The power of this sword is actually worth half a year of accumulation by Han Muye...

…

The sword of the spirit sword Jinxian made Han Muye and his team of reinforcements immediately become the focus of the Immortal Burial City.

Except for those big armies battling ahead, other trims are talked about everywhere.

Can block the sword of the spirit sword Jinxian, how long can I live in the city of buried immortals?

———

Walking into the Immortal Burial City, Han Muye and the Sword Sect elites behind him only understood why it was called Immortal Burying City.

The city is mottled, and the walls are full of cyan stones.

The blue stripes are engraved with their names and names.

"What is left on this stone wall is the name of the immortal cultivator who has come here for countless years since the establishment of the Buried Immortal City."

…

"Among these names, ninety-nine percent of the people left their lives in the Immortal Burial City."

Ninety-nine percent of people live in the Immortal Burial City!

With just those words, many people behind Han Muye changed their expressions.

Ninety-nine percent means that of the two thousand and four hundred of them, perhaps only a dozen of them can leave alive.

With a smile on his face, the Taoist who led Han Muye and the others into the city stretched out his finger and pointed forward: "Because of these names, whether it is an alien beast from outside the world or a powerhouse in the God Realm, they have never broken through from this place and stepped into the rain-covering fairyland."

"You engrave your names on the stone walls of this city wall."

"This may be the only thing you can leave in the city."

After a pause, he said softly, "It's also your honor."

It is an honor to be able to engrave your name on the stone wall of the Immortal Burial City.

At least, it is a recognition for the people who come here.

You came before.

Han Muye stepped forward and looked at the writing on the wall.

"Fuyu Immortal has a calendar of 35 million years, Yunhe Daozong, Zhu Guangshou."

"Forty-five million eighty-sixty years of the Fuyu Immortal Calendar, the Bloody Battle Sect, Lin Tong."

"Fuyu Immortal Calendar 55 million, 341 years, Xuanling Sword Sect, Jin Hao."

…

Raising his hand, his palm stroked the names.

Those mottled names are thick.

This is glory.

It is an honor to leave your name in the Immortal Burial City.

It is an honor to leave your life in the Immortal Burial City.

A cyan sword light appeared at the fingertips, and a handwriting was left on the wall.

"Fuyu Immortal Calendar 64 million 3610 years, Xuanling Sword Sect, Han Muye."

Behind him, the elites of the Xuanling Sword Sect stepped forward and carved their names on the stone wall.

Xuanling Sword Sect Su Jian.

Xuanling Sword Sect white map.

Xuanling Sword Sect, Chen Sishui.

Xuanling Sword Sect Yu Shuling.

Xuanling Sword Sect is suffering.

…

Zhao Chen hesitantly stepped forward and leaned beside Han Muye: "Big Brother, that, do I want to leave my name on this stone wall?"

"As you like." Han Muye retracted his arm and said sternly.

After hesitating for a while, Zhao Chen retracted his body: "Forget it, I'm here to do business."

The Taoist who led them into the city didn't care, he led them onward, and explained it aloud.

"Immortal Burial City should actually be called God Burial City."

"This name is our own and cannot be passed on outside."

There was a hint of arrogance in the Taoist's voice: "This city is to resist those people from the God Realm who come hunting from time to time."

"Here, is the place to bury them."

The entire Immortal Burial City occupies a huge area, more than the land of one state. It is better to say that it is a barracks that gathers a large army.

The creatures of the three billion rain-covering fairyland formed an army formation, living in this big city, supplying their own strength, and providing the city with the source of the defensive formation.

As for the source, it needs to be hunted and snatched.

When the Taoist named Wu Ji spoke of the origin, he raised his hand, and a golden divine spirit flashed in the palm of his hand.

"This is."

Godly Qi.

Half of the Immortal Burial City was built in the cracks of the Zhoutian God Realm, so it could absorb the divine power.

Zhao Chen looked at this divinity, his eyes bright.

If this thing is transported to the Rain Covering Immortal Realm, it will be invaluable.

…

Anything at all can cause all parties to fight.

A thousand miles ahead, although the city tower is still continuous, it is already desolate.

Only a small part of the living beings in the Immortal Burial City are supported by various sects to support the strong cultivators.

More are the creatures left in this city, multiplying from generation to generation.

Many of the powerhouses from all sides chose to stay in the city and then inherit.

According to Taoist Wu Ji, many strong people who once stationed in the Immortal Burial City and left later will choose to come here to die when their cultivation is cut off.

This is also one of the origins of the name Burial Immortal City in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.

"Who can let go of the place where blood is spilled?" Wu Ji looked at the front and sighed softly.

In the sky in front, a stream of light oscillating can already be seen.

Above the sky, divine light and fairy light roared.

There is a battlefield.

It can be seen that the divine light that opened up the heavens and the earth seems to be able to smash the Immortal Burial City into pieces with every blow.

Watching that half of the sky shone, sword lights appeared on many people.

However, Han Muye and the others did not go to the front line immediately.

According to Wu Ji, they still have ten days to renovate.

"The battle is dangerous, you guys, take care." Taoist Wu Ji bowed his hands solemnly before leaving.

Dangerous.

After today, goodbye, how many of these two thousand people are still alive?

Daoist Wu Ji left, leaving Han Muye and the other Sword Sect reinforcements here.

Even if each of them is a strong sword fairy, and each of them is an elite in the sword sect, here, in the eyes of the strong people here, they are just cannon fodder to die.

More than 2,000 people, who can live for two months, will not exceed half.

Behind Han Muye, the atmosphere was solemn.

"Ten days of repairing, we may be able to adapt to the strength attributes of this place." The young Jianxiu who was not far behind Han Muye whispered.

He was Su Jian, the Sword Immortal from the Temple of Heaven, because he knew that Han Muye had the inheritance of the Temple of Heaven, so he was naturally a little closer.

Moreover, the six of them formed a formation, cooperated tacitly, and spoke less restrained.

When they heard Su Jian's words, everyone else raised their heads.

The floating divine power is also a treasure for them, and it can be absorbed into the body to increase the strength of their body, and it can integrate the fairy energy.

But it also made it difficult for them to adapt.

This is where the power in their bodies is difficult to fully exert.

Many people have solemn expressions on their faces, sensing the pressure outside the body.

Ten days, at most, I can adapt to the power here, but if I want to fully exert my own combat power, it will take at least one year.

But how many of them will survive a year?

"Set up the camp first." Han Muye said softly.

There are empty houses everywhere, you can live wherever you want.

But in this station, there is a roaring sound from time to time in the sky, and the light of the gods and the light of the fairy are intertwined, and it is difficult to repair with confidence.

Even if you arrange for someone to be on duty, I'm afraid you can't really feel at ease.

Just like this for ten days, not to mention the improvement of combat power, it is not bad if it is not reduced.

However, Han Muye stretched out his finger and pointed to the cluttered and empty wilderness ahead: "Zhao Chen, let them set up the camp."

Camp.

Since it is an army gathering, it is natural to have its own camp.

Zhao Chen grinned and beckoned, and the immortal cultivators who accompanied the army followed him.

…

These are not only caravan escorts, but also miscellaneous soldiers who solve the logistics for the army.

Otherwise, how could they be qualified to come to this Immortal Burial City?

In the distance, someone looked at it, and then retracted.

At the top of the city farther away, someone's eyes fell on Han Muye and the others.

"The reinforcements from the Xuanling Sword Sect, except for Han Yunlan, who is the leader, have some skills. The others looked dumbfounded, and they probably came to die." A big man in heavy armor narrowed his eyes and said loudly.

On his side, the blood-armored youth with the **** aura on his body revealed evil in his eyes, shook his head, and turned his eyes to the sky ahead: "Come on these tender birds, we have to be tired a few more times."

At the top of the city in the distance, there were also people with eyes flashing, staring at Han Muye and the others, to see how they set up camp.

"Senior brother, do you want to go to a few people and tell them which houses can live in and which houses can't live in?" A Taoist Pentecost wearing a green robe with a tattered robe said in a low voice.

He was carrying a black long sword.

Behind him, there are more than a dozen thin sword cultivators who are also wearing green robes.

From their clothes, you can see the faint mark of Xuanling Sword Sect.

In front of him is a Taoist man with a national character in half armor and a condensed sword light.

The Taoist held a sword in his hand, the sword was three feet long, and the blue light flashed.

On the sword, there seems to be a trace of blood and evil spirits flashing around.

"It's fine to let them suffer a little bit, otherwise, if they go to the battlefield ten days later, I'm afraid they will collapse at the touch of a button."

The Taoist man with a national character face shook his head, and then said: "If they lack anything, they can send some."

Speaking of this, he paused: "It is estimated that when they first arrived, they are also prepared, and there will be no shortage of materials."

"It's best to remind you to keep things simple."

The Daoist Pentecost nodded and said with a smile, "Then let me tell you, who is the junior of Jianzong."

"So, it has been more than 8,000 years without such an organized reinforcements, and the disciples of the Sword Sect have not come for more than 10,000 years, right?"

"Hey, stationed in Immortal Burial City, our original five hundred disciples, there are only a dozen of us left..."

The Taoist babbled and stepped onto the city head, ready to fly to Han Muye and the others.

But when he raised his footsteps, he was suddenly stunned.

Above the wasteland, a golden formation plate appeared.

That array of disks, with a radius of ten zhang, was golden, and flashed with fairy light.

This large array is at least the main array of protection in a big city.

For such a formation plate, one piece would cost tens of millions of immortal spirit stones.

"Om-"

Above the array plate, immortal light bursts out and spreads around.

Xianguang is like a big tent, covering a radius of 100 zhang.

"All these good things have been brought. It seems that Sword Sect has made a lot of money this time." Someone chuckled lightly and his eyes fell on Han Muye.

"Jianzong attaches great importance to this kid."

A smile flashed across the face of the Qingpao Taoist, and he said with a smile: "If it were me, I would condense the power of the great formation and stimulate it into a space that can protect tens of thousands of feet. It will never be wasted like this."

"This large formation is fully stimulated, but it can block the blow of Hua Xu."

The other Sword Sect seniors shook their heads.

I just came here, I really don't know how precious power is.

…

"It's a waste of nature, this plate should not be taken out." The Taoist with a face with a national character was even more emotional, raised the sword in his hand, and wiped it gently with a linen cloth.

"Om-"

Ahead, a fairy light rose again.

This time, it was the second golden array plate.

Equivalent to the first block.

This caused an uproar around.

"What are these guys doing? How can such an array plate be taken out so easily?"

"This is not a small net worth, two array disks, if you have the ability to bring three—"

The third array disk appears.

Then there is the fourth block, the fifth block.

Eighteen array plates were connected into a circle, and then in the middle, a one-hundred-zhang-circle array plate appeared.

The golden light on the array was connected to the eighteen arrays and turned into a golden light covering the surrounding space.

The senses of everyone outside began to mimic the lake, distorted, and they could only look at it with their eyes.

At this moment, the surrounding city was speechless and sluggish.

Nineteen array disks are connected, and the power of this great array cannot be broken even by Da Luo Jinxian.

"Brother Ziyu, this younger generation of yours is not an ordinary rich man..." The Demon King Tutian fell on the great formation with a look of sigh.

"When this great formation stands, there will be at least 100,000 Immortal Spirit Stones a day."

"It's not the style of your sword sect to burn fairy spirit stones."

While talking, Tutian Demon King's eyes drifted towards Yuhe Xianjun.

Yuhe Xianjun belongs to the Taoist sect, and the Taoist cultivators under his command are usually considered extravagant.

But I've never seen it so broad.

As for Jianxiu, isn't Jianxiu always the poorest?

"Hey, seeing the true chapter on the battlefield, it would be useful to move to the front line this time, here, hum." Yuhe Xianjun snorted coldly and turned his head.

The golden mask isolates the divine sense, and also isolates the roar from the distant battlefield.

Immediately, the Sword Sect elites who followed Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother Han's handwriting is not ordinary..." Bai Tu, the lanky Zhantian Temple Baiyue Sword Immortal, chuckled, looking at the nineteen arrays in front of him.

This has surpassed all his net worth, including the sword in his hand that he received from Han Muye.

"Senior Brother Han is the lord of Yunlan City. I asked before I came here. Yunlan City is in the wasteland, and it earns at least hundreds of millions of dollars a day," a disciple of the Sword Sect wearing a jade-colored robe said softly, "This is the golden thigh. …”

The array was erected, and it was another camp.

There are small formations in each tent, which are connected to the larger formations.

All kinds of materials in each tent are fully prepared and can accommodate six disciples.

These extravagant and thoughtful preparations made those Sword Sect elites who were used to hard times a little uncomfortable.

Sword repair, you have a sword in your hand.

Asking the elites of Sword Sect to find their tent, Zhao Chen walked over with a smile.

"Brother, isn't this camp good?"

"I purchased it from Wuling Daozong, and there are eight formations in each one."

Zhao Chen proudly stretched out his finger and pointed to the large tent with a radius of ten feet in the middle of the front.

"Brother, that's your military tent."

Han Muye shook his head, turned to look at Bai Tu and the others, and said, "They can fix it, so we don't need it, right?"

These words made several people's expressions move.

…

"As expected of the Yunlan Sword Immortal." Yu Shuling, the Jin Yu Sword Immortal wearing a danhong outfit, laughed, her eyes flashing brightly.

Han Muye waved his hand, and several guards in black armor stepped forward.

Looking at Zhao Chen, Han Mu said wildly, "You protect Brother Zhao and go shopping in the city and feel the situation."

These black-armored guards are all from the Mora clan, and they need to contact the clansmen of their own clan in the Immortal Burial City.

Protecting Zhao Chen for a walk in the city, just right.

Then, Han Muye's body revealed a gleam of sword light: "The battlefield is ahead, how can you be reconciled if you don't take a look?"

When the voice fell, he had turned into a flying rainbow.

Following behind him, Daoist Kuxu and the others looked at each other and turned into sword light.

Six swords of light came out of the great formation and flew towards the battlefield.

"Good guy, this is going to the battlefield?" Someone whispered from the head of the distant city.

"Yes, I know I'm going to the battlefield to see." Someone also smiled, and there was a hint of appreciation in their words.

Although Han Muye and the other immortal monarchs had the same expressions on their faces, the halo in their eyes changed.

Han Muye and the others had a completely different look and feel when they came to Immortal Burial City.

Can resist the sword of the Spirit Sword Jinxian, set up camp on their own, and have a luxury array, including going straight to the battlefield at this time.

This doesn't seem to be something that the reinforcements in the past can do, nor is it the usual behavior of those Sword Sect disciples.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal? It's interesting." The Demon King Tutian whispered softly, his spiritual sense reached out, and followed Han Muye's sword light to the battlefield in front of Immortal Burial City.

Han Muye and the others pierced through the sky with six sword lights, traveling thousands of miles in an instant.

But during the flight, they found that the further forward the sword light was, the greater the pressure on the void.

After three thousand miles, there was already a feeling that the sword light was suppressed and scattered, making it difficult for him to move forward.

Han Muye frowned slightly, and the other people had already looked extremely solemn.

Han Muye has the power of divine beast blood, his body is strong and can fight against the gods and immortals, and he can handle this pressure.

No one else has his physical strength.

"Senior Brother Han, is this the coercion of the barrier of the God Realm?" A voice came from Bai Tu, who followed Han Muye.

Immortal Burial City straddles two realms, and this power also changes from the realm of the fairy to the realm of the gods.

Between the barriers of the God Realm and the Immortal Realm, there is an irresistible pressure.

As he flew forward, not only did the pressure remain unabated, but the city towers on the ground were also shattered, and few were intact.

This contrasts with the dilapidated but not broken city on the other side.

"Immortal Burial City is to block the strong enemies in this half. If those foreign powerhouses who have adapted to the absolute pressure are allowed to step into the fairyland, their combat power may soar." Wind Spirit Sword Immortal Su Jian said in a low voice.

This kind of pressure has seriously damaged their combat power.

In turn, a strong enemy who has been adapting to this kind of pressure rushes into the fairyland, the pressure disappears, and the combat power doubles, it will be a disaster.

"boom-"

A beam of sword light slashed down, severing the gray-red sky in front of him.

Through the knife marks, the scene beyond the sky is also presented.

A section of the city wall mottled with blood, the city wall is broken and only the bumpy stone wall is left.

A black ten-zhang battle puppet is placed at the head of the city, with immortal cultivators in the middle.

These immortal cultivators were covered with shattered armor and stomachs, and their hands or weapons, or treasures for casting spells, were filled with blood and evil spirits.

…

Every blow is the most power saving.

Outside the city head, there are shadows one after another.

These figures are somewhat illusory, like the demons that Han Muye had seen before.

But obviously, the demons are far less powerful than these void aliens.

Each phantom flew like the wind, and the long claws flashed, leaving a long dazzling mark on the city head.

This blow, if it is in the Immortal Realm, can shatter space, at least comparable to a virtual refining blow.

Such tyrannical phantoms are densely packed outside the city, and there are countless.

Among the phantoms, there are tall and strong aliens with a height of ten feet and covered in blue and black armor.

He had a ferocious head and face, and in his hand he held a wide-blade war sword several feet long, as well as a huge war hammer.

These powerful aliens can only be blocked by black war puppets, and those cultivators will retreat quickly when they encounter them, and dare not take a hard blow.

If it were just these two alien races, the dangers on the city's head were not so dangerous.

The most terrifying thing is the flash of sword light and magic.

Just like the knife that just opened the sky, it was the figure standing in the void and wearing a black robe.

Seemingly sensing Han Muye's investigation, the Heinian alien holding a long saber raised his hand and grinned with the front finger of the blade.

On his long knife, blood and divine light flashed.

Protoss!

Han Muye had seen from the memories of those long swords that these alien races shrouded in divine light and ruthless were the **** races from the Zhoutian God Realm.

They look no different from the human race, but their cultivation methods are different. They condense divinity in their bodies and measure their cultivation with the power of divinity.

The Protoss who slashed through the void with a sword already had a combat power equivalent to Jinxian, but in the Protoss it was not a decent expert.

It is said that the Protoss has the kind of strong person who condenses the heart of the gods, and the spirit and energy are condensed into a bright star, coming from the sky, like a meteor blasting the world.

To deal with the powerhouse who can destroy the world with such a single blow, it is necessary to gather the power of the entire Immortal Burial City.

"That's the frontline battlefield." Qingshui Jianxian Chen Sishui whispered, the long sword in his hand shining brightly.

Although the others were silent, their fighting spirit was already surging.

Come, come, fight.

Han Muye moved and flew out of the sky.

The sword lights of the five sword immortals behind him formed a line.

Sword array.

"Boy, be careful."

In the void, the voice of Spirit Sword Jinxian came.

The voice was like a fight between gold and iron, but there was concern.

"My dear, Lingjian Jinxian is taking care of him, what kind of character is this?"

"It seems to be Jianxiu. Reinforcements have come recently, right?"

On the top of the city, there are spiritual thoughts intertwined.

More spiritual thoughts shrouded Han Muye and the others.

There are human races, demon races, alien races, and **** races.

Stepping out of the sky, endless blood and resentment intertwined, and the extreme pressure of heaven and earth fell.

Six sword lights fell on the city head.

They finally understood why they needed the combat power above Tianxian to be able to go to the frontline battlefield.

Without this level of combat power, even the coercion can't withstand it, and even the blood suffocation can't be resisted.

Then this is to die.

Han Muye and the others came to the top of the city, and the surrounding black-armored puppets voluntarily gave up about three feet of space.

"Come closer, don't rush forward, retreat if you can't stop it, and the God-Slaughtering Puppet will fill the gap." An immortal cultivator who was covered in black robes with no visible lines and a blood-colored spear turned his head and whispered. one sentence.

…

Around him, there are a few pieces of divine condensed debris scattered.

"Don't be in a hurry to pick up these things, be careful of the remnants of the soul, and pay attention to the dark monsters that sneak attack." The black-robed immortal cultivator raised the gun in his hand, and shot the phantom that suddenly appeared.

This is the dark monster.

On the other side, there was a Taoist man with a long flag in his hand. He didn't say anything, he just took a step and moved closer to the three-zhang gap between Han Muye and the others.

Han Muye nodded and said softly, "Thank you."

He held a long sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword touched the bluestone at the head of the city and dragged it step by step.

The blade of the sword rubbed, with a long mark.

The other five Sword Immortals did not need to speak, they all walked slowly in tacit understanding.

"brush-"

A black phantom appeared in front of Han Muye, and the long black claws grabbed it towards the top of his head.

Blood-colored eyes, small child holes, a sharp face, and small fangs in the mouth.

Han Muye raised his head and faced the dark beast.

The sword in his hand did not lift.

"Kuraga-"

A sword light pierced out of his shoulder, holding the long claws that were grabbing at the top of his head.

Baiyue Sword Fairy's sword.

"stop-"

A sword was slashed from behind Han Muye's back and swept towards the dark beast's neck.

Wind Spirit Sword Immortal Su Jian's sword.

Quietly, a sword appeared on the vest of the dark beast and slashed fiercely.

Qingliu Jianxian, Chen Sishui.

Three-handed sword attack.

Two swords guard.

Han Muye held the sword in his hand and did not move.

"Snapped-"

The long claws of the dark beast shattered, a sword mark was found on the neck, and the vest was pierced.

A mass of gray divinity the size of a fingernail fell and shattered into several smaller beads.

"The cooperation is good, it seems that you are skilled." The Taoist man holding a long flag whispered.

Not far from the top of the city, many immortal cultivators turned their heads slightly and looked here.

The combination of these swords is amazing.

"That's right, as long as you keep this level of combat power, don't fight against Immortal Slaughter and the Protoss, you can survive." A big man in iron armor with a three-pointed, two-edged spear rubbed his chin and said in a low voice.

"Jianzong has finally sent some decent disciples." Another old man who was holding a golden gourd in his hand and spitting flames from the gourd whispered softly. Just as he was about to speak again, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Crazy, crazy!"

"This~www.wuxiahere.com~ This is courting death!"

In everyone's eyes, Han Muye stepped forward, stepped on the broken beads, turned them into powder, and then stepped out of the city with another step.

Out of town!

"Come back soon!"

"Once you leave the city, you will be surrounded by dark monsters!"

"Be careful that the Immortal Slaughter Envoy is following you!"

On the top of the city, there were shouts one after another.

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand. He didn't look at the phantoms flying around, or the giant man wielding a sledgehammer. He just raised the sword in his hand and pointed at the black-faced protoss holding a long sword.

"I'm here." He whispered softly, and the sword in Han Muye's hand shone brightly.

Full comprehension level: Sixty years of sword pavilion