Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Today, I, Su Yuan, dare to cast a prairie fire, so I don't care about his life or death."

In the distance, the Qingpao Taoist figure volleyed into the sky, and the sword light in his hand overturned down with the flames that filled the sky.

This is the last memory on this severely burnt and damaged sword.

If you display a prairie fire, will you have the worry of life and death?

Han Muye was a little puzzled.

Liaoyuan swordsmanship is the ultimate skill of fire pulse, why can't it be used?

There are too many swords in the pavilion today, he didn't have time to think about it, he just checked it a little before accepting it into the pavilion.

After Zhanjiantang sent the swords to collect them, he looked at a group of swordsmen disciples in black robes.

The red robe is for joy, and the black robe is for mourning.

Thirty-one disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect lost their lives, and there were only less than ten swords that could be recovered.

"Inner disciple Tao He took on the task of destroying demons and unfortunately died. Today, he will return his sword to Jiange."

Wearing a black robe and holding a severing sword in his hand, the middle-aged man strode forward with a solemn expression.

The sword has been broken, and the blade is incomplete.

After Han Muye checked it, he put it away solemnly.

Life is like dust, only this broken sword can testify that he once ran rampant with swords in this world.

Even ordinary disciples should respect their fearlessness.

"Inner disciple Luo Tian, ​​who led the team to complete the task of destroying demons, unfortunately died, and sent his sword back to the Jiange."

Luo Tian?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and reached out to hold the Broken Sword.

"Wait a minute—"

There were shouts in the distance.

"My son's sword is not from the sword pavilion. This sword does not need to be sent to the sword pavilion."

A 50-year-old old man wearing a navy blue robe with red eyes rushed over, reaching out and grabbing the sword in Han Muye's hand.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and lightly held the hilt of the broken sword.

"It's a stab—"

The broken sword was unsheathed, mottled with rust and stained with blood on the fracture.

Seeing that the sword was so broken, the old man had a pain in his face and looked up at Han Muye: "This sword is not from the sword pavilion, it is my son's relic, I want to take it with me."

Han Muye did not speak.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, pictures flashed in his mind.

"Brother Luo, I heard that my nephew doesn't have a good sword in his hand, and I just gave him the sword that I don't need." A Taoist man wearing a green robe and three short beards held a clear long sword in his hand and spoke lightly.

"Senior Brother Qin, this is not good, after all, it's your sword." The person speaking in the picture is the old man in green robe in front of him.

"Brother Luo said what you said, you and I are close relatives of Jinmu and I, and I have no children in Qinlin. This sword is passed on to outsiders, so it's better to send it to nephew Luo Tian."

Qin Lin.

Jiu Xuan Jianmen Wood Vein Elder.

……

The screen changes, and the long sword is in the hands of Luo Tian, ​​an inner disciple of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect.

Luo Tian practiced swordsmanship with this sword and smiled with joy.

Luo Tian led the team to go down the mountain to slay the demons. Among the dozens of people in the team, there were even elite disciples who ranked among the top 300 in the inner sect.

They searched everywhere and found traces of the demon clan. Luo Tian killed a snow-white demon fox with his own hands.

Demon Fox!

Just as Han Muye was about to take a closer look at the picture, the old man in green robe standing in front of him was already impatient, raised his head, and looked at the third floor of the sword pavilion.

"Elder Gao, Luo Yisheng, please take my son's relics!"

Luo Yisheng clasped his fists with both hands and shouted loudly.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound from the third floor. Luo Yisheng's expression turned into anger, and he shouted in a low voice: "Gao Changgong, you and I have been friends for decades, don't you give me any face?"

Han Muye held the broken sword in his hand, his expression remained unchanged.

If the elder didn't speak up, he wouldn't hand over the sword to Luo Yisheng.

In front of the sword pavilion, the atmosphere is solemn.

Luo Yisheng's complexion changed, finally turning into sadness, looking at the sword in Han Muye's hand.

"Brother Gao, Luo Tian is my son-in-law, this sword is his only relic..."

Above the sword pavilion, a faint response came: "Take it."

Han Muye stretched out his hand and handed the Broken Sword over.

Luo Yisheng had a flash of gratitude on his face, nodded, holding the sword in both hands, turned and left, staggering.

Han Muye watched him leave, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Some of the swords in the back are broken and some are damaged. If you take back the sword pavilion, you can only report the damage and then smelt it.

After all the swords were recorded, Han Muye made a record and checked the swords again.

"The sixth brother won't run away with the sixth sister-in-law..."

At the door, Lu Gao muttered in a low voice.

Han Muye laughed dumbly.

Not to mention, if Huang Laoliu eloped with Lu Qingping, it would be the best outcome.

After all, Qingfengguan, where Lu Qingping was located, also betrayed Jiuxuan Jianmen, and I don't know when it will happen.

At that time, it was difficult for Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping.

"The strong place of the sword pavilion, not, not, not the suzerain..." Han Muye was stunned by Lu Gao's voice in front of the sword pavilion.

"Do you know Ben Zong?"

"Stay well, the sword pavilion is the center of my sword gate."

A warm voice sounded, and when Han Muye stood up, a thin Taoist man in a purple robe and a golden crown was already standing in front of him.

"Are you the disciple of the Sword Pavilion chosen by Senior Brother Gao?"

"good."

The Taoist glanced at Han Muye, smiled and nodded, then strode upstairs.

At this moment, Han Muye felt that his entire body was about to explode!

Uncontrollable streaks of sword energy were about to scatter out of him.

What sword bone, what sword qi, and the cultivation level of ascetic cultivation, in front of this glance, is like thin paper!

"Om—"

The sword intent in the sea of ​​qi shook, and the long swords infused with the sword qi on the first floor of the sword pavilion responded, causing the sword qi on Han Muye's body to slowly disappear.

In the tendons, all the scattered sword energy turned into nothingness.

At a glance, Han Muye almost broke his meridians and his body collapsed!

This is the real powerhouse!

After Han Muye, whose back was chilled, slowly sat back on the long desk, his hands and feet became a little weak.

Jin Ze, the sect master of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect.

Known as Jinyi Huashui.

At the stage of the formation of the environment, the cultivation base, the swordsmanship of gold and water, and the top powerhouse of the three hundred years of the Western Xinjiang.

Sitting behind the long desk ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Han Muye had a wry smile on his face, and his expression slowly turned serious.

Today, he just felt the importance of cultivation and strength.

In Suzhen Building, he thought that his choice was very important and could even affect the overall situation of the sect.

But when standing in front of Tuobacheng, he was directly beaten to the head.

Tuoba's sword intent was soaring to the sky. Thirty-six ferocious tigers were phantoms with him. One person overwhelmed the eighty-three sects and no one dared to raise their heads. This is the real power.

When he returned to the Jiange, the elder of the Jiange told him that with his strength, he could not even hold a mid-grade spiritual weapon level long sword.

The resentment in that sword can make his soul collapse.

And just now, a look from Jin Ze, the great cultivator of the alchemy realm and the sect master of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, almost broke his muscles.

This is the world of great practitioners!

The casual glances of these people, the understatement of waving, is the landslide, the reversal of mountains and rivers, and the falling of stars like rain!

It turns out that cultivation can be so enjoyable!

Step on the heights of the nine heavens, and bow down to all things!

Gently opened his palm, Han Mu's sword intent vibrated in the wild sea of ​​energy, and the swords on the first floor of the entire sword pavilion vibrated.

"No wonder the swordsman is willing to cultivate for one lifetime in exchange for the Heavenly Realm of Hundred Breaths."

"The realm of heaven, after all, is the realm of heaven."

"How can mortals experience the solitary cold above the nine heavens?"

Opening his eyes, Han Muye's eyes flashed endlessly.

"I, Han Muye, will also set foot in the realm of heaven!"

"Even if it's only a hundred breaths!"

It seemed to sense his intentions, and the sword energy on the long swords in the sword pavilion seemed to be diffused.

"Han Muye, come up."

The voice of the elder Jiange suddenly sounded.

Han Muye stood up, straightened his clothes, and strode up the stairs.