Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Don't hurt my adoptive father—"

A figure flew down and stood in front of Han Muye.

Da Luo Jinxian.

Huang Zhihu, who was wearing a light red battle armor, was only a Da Luo Jinxian.

But the spear in her hand, the battle armor on her body, and the golden light swirling behind her thick back are all important weapons in the fairy treasure.

Staring at Huang Zhenxiong, Huang Zhihu looked proud.

Huang Zhenxiong's eyes revealed joy and gentleness.

But this joy disappeared in a flash, and no one else could see it except Huang Zhihu.

"With such a little girl, I remember that this little girl is good at commanding sword arrays, right? Han Muye's trump card is sword arrays? It's ridiculous." Outside the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, an elder shook his head.

The others also had smiles on their faces.

The real confrontation between the strong depends on absolute strength.

Huang Zhenxiong possessed absolute combat strength, and Han Muye could not borrow enough strength from anyone else.

This is the world of practice, and everything must be spoken by its own strength.

"Hey, Han Muye is still timid, he actually wanted to borrow the power of the formation." Someone shook his head and whispered in front of a light curtain in the fairy world.

Before, he was able to fight against Huang Zhenxiong with his own combat power.

But now, he wanted to borrow strength.

This is a collapse of state of mind, without the heart to dare to fight.

The result is that there is no doubt that he will die.

In the void, phantoms seemed to be shaking their heads.

"Huang Zhenxiong, take action and kill them all." In the void, the voice of the master of Shenyuan Tiangong sounded.

At this moment, he is not afraid of being suspected.

Huang Zhenxiong showed enough strength.

If such a person becomes the leader of the peak conference, no one will object to it.

Those powerful people from all sides on the Zhoutian battlefield in the God Realm were also very satisfied.

Many of them have passed down their spiritual thoughts and want to take Huang Zhenxiong away.

As for Han Muye, someone also offered to take him away, but the owner of Tiangong refused ambiguously.

As long as Huang Zhenxiong kills Han Muye today, everything will go back to the original arrangement of Shenyuan Tiangong.

Moreover, this year's peak meeting is more exciting and exciting than any previous one.

The forces behind Shenyuan Tiangong will also give more rewards.

"How shameless..."

Outside the light curtain, countless voices sighed.

But so what?

The final winner is Shenyuan Tiangong.

"Kill them?" Huang Zhenxiong raised his head, his face showed a trace of depression, his eyes sparkled, "You know, right? They are my close relatives and friends—"

"For more money, I will give you Shenyuan Tiangong two chances to refine your body. If you can practice your strength rules twice in Tiangong, you will definitely be able to condense stronger rules." The voice of the master of Shenyuan Tiangong revealed relaxation.

No one can refuse this bargaining chip.

Below, the elites of the two parties who had already stopped fighting showed envy.

Opportunities like Tiangong Xilian don't just come and go.

"Zheng Taiyuan!"

Huang Zhenxiong shouted loudly, making all the light screen images freeze instantly.

Zheng Taiyuan, the name of the owner of Shenyuan Tiangong.

No one in the world dares to call him by his first name directly!

Even those who have cultivated to the Immortal Venerable Realm and have become the most powerful people in the world, they only dare to call Taiyuan Palace Master.

But at this time, Huang Zhenxiong actually called Zheng Taiyuan by name in front of thousands of practitioners, countless forces in the fairy world and the **** world.

"Arrogance!"

"Arrogance!"

"What does he want to do..."

Countless people stared at Huang Zhenxiong closely.

Huang Zhenxiong pointed to Han Muye and Huang Zhihu in front of him, and then pointed to himself.

"Is it because I, Huang Zhenxiong, want to hurt brothers and sisters for some benefit?"

He turned his head, looked down at all the immortals following him, and said loudly: "In your hearts, is I, Huang Zhenxiong, that kind of person?"

Everyone was stunned by this question.

How do you take this script?

This is a grand meeting.

Countless tens of thousands of strong people face to face.

You, Huang Zhenxiong, dare to face the powerhouse of Shenyuan Tiangong directly, dare to call the name of the master of Tiangong, others dare not.

He didn't even dare to speak at this time.

"That's all!"

Huang Zhenxiong waved his hand, a look of loneliness appeared on his face.

"It's impossible for me, Huang Zhenxiong, to hurt my brother, let alone my daughter." As he spoke, he took out the spear in his hand.

"Girl Zhihu, this long spear is an innate treasure, and it is the gathering of all the power of a strong man in the wild."

"With this treasure in hand, I am not afraid of immortals."

As he spoke, he tossed the spear to Huang Zhihu, then grinned and said, "Isn't this a good meeting ceremony?"

Greeting ceremony.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene on the screen.

Because of this adopted daughter summoned by Han Muye, Huang Zhenxiong chose to give up fighting again.

Not only that, but he also gave a spear that could rival the Immortal Venerable to his niece, whom he had just met, as a gift.

What a generosity...

Whoever becomes Huang Zhenxiong's brother is definitely worth entrusting with his life.

Among the immortals who followed Huang Zhenxiong before, many of them had bright eyes.

Huang Zhihu held the spear and said nothing.

Huang Zhenxiong laughed, waved his hands and said, "Let's go, I won't fight anymore."

"Huang Zhenxiong, are you looking for death!" In the void, came the furious voice of the master of Shenyuan Tiangong.

Huang Zhenxiong raised his head, with an endless tyrannical aura surging from his body.

Behind him, a four-armed golem emerged.

"Zheng Taiyuan, I've given you shame."

"I will protect my brother now, and directly become the leader of the summit meeting."

"You Shenyuan Tiangong has suppressed billions of divine crystals, I will see what you can return!"

As he said that, he raised his arms and called out: "Brothers, I want to help Brother Han Muye become the leader of the Summit Association. Which one of you agrees and who opposes?"

agree?

dare?

The Palace Master of Shenyuan Tiangong is probably already exploded with anger.

Whoever dares to agree at this time is courting death.

be opposed to?

dare?

Huang Zhenxiong was willing to support Han Muye to become the leader, and the immortals on the other side were already enthusiastic, so if he opposed it at this time, he was courting death.

"Chu Zhentian!"

"Xiang Liuyun!"

"He Jiyu!"

"Situ endless!"

"You take action and kill the two of them."

"No matter what price you pay, the Lord of the Palace promises that you will be rewarded a hundredfold!"

The Palace Master of Shenyuan Tiangong roared wildly.

In the light curtain, the immortals and immortals who were named all looked dignified.

Beside them, those people consciously stepped aside.

"I, Chu Zhentian, have always been favored by Shenyuan Tiangong since I practiced." The middle-aged man in a light yellow Taoist robe with a jade belt around his waist took a step forward, his eyes revealed firmness.

There was a strong halo shining on him, and the spirit and the power of the rules he mastered seemed to burst out.

This is to self-destroy the soul and practice for a lifetime.

Seeing his decisive appearance, the expressions on the faces of the others were complicated.

Two of them took a deep breath and raised their feet slightly.

At this moment, a voice sounded: "Chu Zhentian, the imprint of your soul is left in Shenyuan Tiangong. Even if you fall here, you can be resurrected without any injuries."

"You don't have to be so tragic, do you?"

The speaker took a step forward, looked around, and said loudly: "Chu Zhentian is the grandson of Elder Chu Nanyuan of Shenyuan Tiangong, an immortal with many resources accumulated by Shenyuan Tiangong."

"You compare with him?"

These words made those immortals who raised their feet stunned.

"Xiang Liuyun!" Chu Zhentian gritted his teeth and pointed at the figure in front of him: "You traitor, coward!"

"You are also an immortal from Shenyuan Tiangong, and you are also a strong man of your generation, yet you are so timid and afraid of death, surrendering to a little immortal!"

Xiang Liuyun.

Immortal Venerable from Shenyuan Tiangong.

Those around them took another step back.

As for those who originally planned to make a move, they suddenly lost their mind to make a move.

Even Shenyuan Tiangong's own people gave in and betrayed, and they still expect others to do their lives?

Nobody is a fool.

"Chu Zhentian, you should know what the immortals of Shenyuan Tiangong are piled up with."

Xiang Liuyun sneered, and then the light in his eyes shone brightly: "I am now called Xiang Ersheng. In my previous life, I have dedicated myself to Shenyuan Tiangong."

He turned his eyes to the sky in the distance, and there was a trace of the divine beast Golden Crow's aura flowing around him: "You don't understand how mysterious the feeling of being resurrected from death is."

No one cared how dead and mysterious he said.

Everyone only saw that the war that might have arisen slowly dissipated.

Those immortals from the God Realm who gathered their fighting spirit shrank back.

Chu Zhentian's complexion changed, and the power bursting from his body began to fluctuate.

"Want to make a move?"

Huang Zhenxiong snorted coldly, and said lightly, "Come and try."

He clenched his fist, and the shadow of the golem behind him solidified.

The aura that supported the sky directly oppressed and shook the surrounding world, and cracks appeared one after another.

"Huang Zhenxiong, you are causing trouble for your sect. My Palace Master will see if you will return to the God Realm!"

In the void, the master of Shenyuan Tiangong gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice.

It's a pity that at this time his threat seemed extremely pale.

"Zheng Taiyuan, don't forget, as long as my brother becomes the leader of the Summit, all your background in Shenyuan Tiangong will be stripped away."

"I don't believe that you, Shenyuan Tiangong, have been scraped off tens of billions of divine crystals, and you can still sit firmly on the top spot in the God Realm."

Huang Laoliu roared loudly, and then said with a long smile: "It would be ridiculous if the three hundred great sects of the God Realm can't pull down your Shenyuan Tiangong even if they plan a plan for two million years like this."

Three hundred big projects, planned for two million years!

It turned out that the heyday meeting this time was a conspiracy!

No wonder Han Muye was bet so heavily, it turned out that all of these belonged to the three hundred sects

Plot against Shenyuan Tiangong behind his back!

After Huang Laoliu finished speaking, with a smile on his face, he looked at Han Muye in front of him.

Han Muye looked relaxed, as if there was such a thing.

Outside those light curtains, there was already a look of shock at this time.

What Huang Zhenxiong said was too shocking and shocking.

However, no one dared to suspect that what he said was false.

Because, this is simply the best answer.

Only the big move of the three hundred great sects plotting against Shenyuan Tiangong can explain the heavy bet on Han Muye this time, and the reason why Han Muye came to the end of this round.

Behind Huang Zhenxiong, someone has already instructed and arranged.

As for the light curtains of those sects in the God Realm, countless people frowned.

Which three hundred sects are the three hundred sects mentioned by Huang Zhenxiong?

It seems that you didn't bring your own sect to play with?

"Boom—"

In front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, Palace Master Zheng Taiyuan smashed the light curtain in front of him with a punch.

Far above the sky of Wutianzhou, a huge fist smashed down.

Huang Laoliu laughed loudly and flew up.

Han Muye waved his hand, and the sword light in his hand gathered into a river.

Chang He bumped into the huge fist one step faster than Huang Lao Liu's fist.

This is the suzerain who faces the number one sect in the God Realm, the top powerhouse in the Immortal Venerable Realm!

In front of countless people, the river of swords gathered by Han Muye shattered.

But the more broken it is, the brighter the sword light will be.

The sword light and the fist actually formed a weird balance of power.

This scene made everyone's eyes widen.

It turned out that Han Muye was so strong!

Even everyone knew that the master of Shenyuan Tiangong traveled across countless worlds with his own power, and broke through a large formation to attack Han Muye and Huang Zhenxiong.

But others don't see these.

Everyone only looked at the suzerain strongman of the first sect in the **** world, but he couldn't beat a fairy king in the fairy world.

The God Realm seems to be like this?

Huang Zhenxiong laughed, and punched out.

This punch collided with the punch in the void, causing the entire world to collapse.

"Zheng Taiyuan, you broke the rules." Huang Zhenxiong said with a smile.

Sure enough, the whole world was in turmoil, as if it was going to smash everyone in it.

But this power is more directed towards Zheng Taiyuan's fist shadow that is about to dissipate.

The shadow of the fist was shattered, leaving only an extremely pure source of power.

"Om—"

Between heaven and earth, a huge phantom emerged.

Chaotic body.

Eyes opened one after another, turning into pillars of light, covering all the people who participated in the peak meeting here.

Then, a phantom appeared in the beam of light.

"This is, the fifth round?"

"Didn't you say that there is no fifth round?"

"What does it mean?"

In front of the light curtains, everyone showed confusion on their faces.

Why is this happening?

"The rules of the heyday will change, the fifth round, refining the heart." The chaotic voice turned into a mighty voice, shaking in the sky and flowing clouds.

In front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, the owner of Tiangong who was originally full of anger suddenly froze for a moment, and then laughed.

"The heart-refining formation, the stronger the strength, the stronger the opponent."

"There's still this hurdle. I'll see how a guy like Han Muye gets through it."

"This Chaos is a thankful picture, and it is not in vain for me to feed Tiangong for so many years."

"After the summit meeting, I'd like to see which sects plot against my Shenyuan Tiangong!"

Sure enough, the figure that emerged from the beam of light where Han Muye was located was extremely powerful.

Every move and style reveals endless power.

Moreover, in Han Muye's view, these moves were extremely familiar to him.

These moves were all moves that he had practiced before, and he didn't care about them afterwards.

It turned out that I thought I had practiced proficiently and mastered the essence, but it was just an appearance.

Inspired by the simplest move, it can show unparalleled combat power.

"The power in the world is only an appearance."

"Strong power is only the second layer."

"It is the artistic conception, the rules, and it is not the end."

With a punch, the phantom in front of him shattered, and Han Muye whispered.

"Boy, there is only so much I can help you with." Hun Huan's voice rang in Han Muye's ear.

"Those real powerhouses in the Zhoutian battlefield are already paying attention to you, and it's up to you to see where you go."

After Hun Chao finished speaking, his voice faded away.

Among the countless beams of light, more phantoms appeared.

Han Muye knew that the means displayed by this large formation were the same as those of the original stage.

face yourself.

exceed oneself.

What geniuses haven't seen those strong men in the Zhoutian battlefield?

What they need is a true genius who can surpass himself.

Of course, geniuses who can surpass themselves are extremely rare in the world.

Although Han Muye didn't need to seek refuge with the strong in the Zhoutian battlefield, he knew that the calamity in the world was driven by the strong in the Zhoutian battlefield.

Even if he started the calamity measurement in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, the final result of the calamity measurement is still dominated by a pair of big hands.

He needs to have a sufficient understanding of the Zhoutian battlefield in order to ensure that the Great Desolation Quantity Calamity can become the next Quantity Calamity master.

Only Han Muye could survive the calamity.

Only in this way can he protect the person he wants to protect from falling in the calamity.

"boom-"

A second phantom appeared in front of him, stabbing at him with a long sword in his hand.

The swordsmanship of Tianxuan Sword Gate, Sanxuan Swordsmanship, worry-free.

This sword is only a very low-level swordsmanship, but at this time it actually gave Han Muye a sense of surprise.

Such swordsmanship already has its own artistic conception.

It's like a swordsman who kills people in ten steps, and can travel thousands of miles in an instant. With a sword, he has no worries.

Han Muye blocked the sword with his long sword, and the opponent's figure disappeared.

With a movement of his body, the sword in his left hand suddenly thrust out.

"when-"

This was the first time that his left-handed sword was directly blocked by someone.

But Han Muye was not surprised.

Knowing that this was him fighting with himself, the fairy light on his body was shining brightly, and he cut off with the long sword in his right hand.

Short sword stabs, long sword chops.

Combining the two swords, the sword light enveloped the opponent.

At this moment, he, Han Muye, seemed to be transformed into a sword spirit, and each sword revealed an incomparably agile brilliance.

The sword lights intersected, and the shadow of each sword seemed to break open the world.

"In the world, is there really such a level of swordsmanship?"

"This kid's swordsmanship has reached the unfathomable level!"

"With this swordsmanship, Zhou Tian can also go to the battlefield!"

Outside the countless light curtains, countless people whispered.

At this moment, Han Muye had already forgotten that he was at the summit meeting.

He seems to have returned to Jiuxuan Mountain.

Every move of swordsmanship is full of devotion.

He seems to have returned to the years when he and Mo Yuan studied Wan Jian Guizong.

dead wood.

When the sword came out, everything in front of him seemed to have experienced prosperity and decline.

But this dead wood is not dead wood.

With a sword out, the world is clear and the dead trees are like forests.

Dry, not rotten!

"boom-"

In an instant, endless flames rose.

Wood, raw, fire!

At this moment, the beam of light where Han Muye was located directly turned into flames soaring into the sky.

"This son is worth making."

In the void, there seemed to be a spiritual vibration.

That was the exchange between the strong in the Zhoutian battlefield.

"Not only the rules of fire, but also Kurong's perception, which is also considered rare. At least in three hundred thousand years, no one has surpassed his talent and understanding."

More exchanges of spiritual thoughts, more phantom attention.

The flames in the beam of light became even brighter.

"boom-"

In the next instant, the flames rose again.

The halo intertwined and turned into a prairie fire.

Wuxuan swordsmanship, beacon fire.

Every time a swordsmanship is displayed, a phantom is killed.

The sword in Han Muye's hand became faster and faster.

"Om—"

Not far away, a beam of light shattered, and then that beam of light superimposed with the beam of light on Han Muye's body, and two phantoms emerged.

But the phantom just appeared, and it had been crushed by his sword.

The sword light is like a swimming dragon, and it crosses mountains and rivers between flashes.

"What a decisive judgment!"

"This person was really born for the way of swords!"

"With such a sword, I can see the true meaning of the sword!"

In front of countless light curtains, every strong man set his eyes on Han Muye.

Many sects in the God Realm also had a little movement.

"If this person really becomes the treasured leader of the summit meeting, then if he can be accepted into the sect..."

"Is it not worthwhile to offend Shenyuan Tiangong?"

"Shenyuan Tiangong? If Han Muye can get the leader, they might be too busy to take care of themselves!"

…

Before he knew it, there were five phantoms around Han Muye's body.

Each method uses a kind of sword technique.

So far, among those beams of light, there are not many phantoms around him that reach two levels, and only Huang Laoliu has three levels.

Five, it is simply unimaginable.

With the two swords in Han Muye's hands, one against five, he blocked all those phantoms, and he still managed to defend himself.

Obviously, he was just sharpening his sword skills, not really lacking the strength to kill these phantoms.

This kind of swordsmanship has never been seen before.

Outside the light curtain, those figures in the void were already staring at Han Muye.

As if sensing the attention around him, Han Muye slowed down a bit with the sword in his hand.

This is a slowness that everyone can feel.

But this slowness gave people a clearer feeling.

He stabbed out with the sword in his left hand, pressing against the sword edge of a phantom on the left, and with a sliding thrust, he flew his long sword away, and then the sword light cut across the chest of another phantom.

With a movement of his body, he dodged the long sword behind him, and then, without looking at the sword in his right hand, he turned upside down and pierced the body behind him.

One sword three times, Jianjian kills.

At this moment, the sword was so agile that it broke through the space barrier.

"So strong..."

In front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, someone could not help but whisper.

After the words fell, he suddenly changed color.

The strong men around him also looked ugly.

With such sword skills, Han Muye's ascension to the top position is a certainty.

What to do?

Everyone looked at the Palace Master.

There was a gloomy look in the eyes of the Palace Master Tiangong.

"My son, you can't stay."

He looked at the phantoms of those strong men on the Zhoutian battlefield, then gritted his teeth and said, "Take out the Tianbei."

Tianbei!

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then widened their eyes.

"The Tianbei is related to the opening of the next calamity, and it is something that suppresses the luck of the Tiangong..."

The speaking elder bowed his head.

The Tianbei, a sacred object, was originally carried by the underlord of the divine beast.

But because of the amount of robbery involved, Baxia's bloodline was almost wiped out.

There is also the Tongtian Immortal Venerable who was imprisoned in the depths of Shenyuan Tiangong, who was planning the Tianbei at the beginning.

Another elder said in a low voice: "The Tianbei is related to Tongtian Immortal Venerable. , do not stay."

"Prepare this stele. If it is true that Han Muye is the leader of the summit meeting, I will give him the stele with rewards." Tiangong Palace Master sneered.

Looking at the light curtain, killing intent flickered in his eyes.

"When he gets the Tianbei, we will take action directly."

"It's so naive to want to gamble with the Shenjing of my Shenyuan Tiangong."

"boom-"

Within the light curtain, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Han Muye cut off all the phantoms around him with a single sword.

But before he could stop, several beams of light merged around him, and then eight phantoms emerged.

in all directions.

At this moment, the two swords in his hands slowly retracted.

With the power of the two swords in his hands, he couldn't stop the sword from all directions.

Just as he withdrew his two swords, the beam of light around him was turbulent, and the eight figures began to change.

Put away the sword.

"boom-"

Han Muye punched out.

Sky breaking fist!

I am very happy that Brother Han accompanied everyone from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, from Yinhu to Maotu.

Happy New Year, keep updating.