Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

I don't want to die.

It's very strange, Han Muye looked at that beautiful face, but he was thinking of this idea.

His figure was fixed in place, unable to move at all, and his whole heart seemed to be split.

One, bound by a strange force, had to stare into the female cultivator's eyes.

The other part, circling in his mind, trying his best to mobilize the sword qi and sword intent in the sea of ​​​​qi and dantian, wanting to fight to the death.

Han Muye didn't speak, and the nun smiled even more.

"No wonder the person selected by the Nine Profound Sword is really capable. At least this level of determination, few people in the sword pavilion can do it."

The female cultivator raised her hand and gently placed her hand on Han Muye's shoulder, followed his cheek and stroked the top of his head, then lightly clasped the small bronze sword he had inserted in his hair.

"Om—"

The little sword shook, shaking the female cultivator's palm away.

The nun showed surprise for the first time on her face.

Instead, she laughed lightly.

"Okay, okay, you are not under my control, I can control him." As the words fell, she lifted the bright three-inch sword in her hand and pierced Han Muye's eyebrows.

Jianguang turned into a light cocoon and wrapped Han Muye, and the female cultivator's body also dissipated.

surrender.

A thought of wanting to bow down and kneel appeared in Han Muye's heart.

This female cultivator is absolutely beautiful, and I should protect her for the rest of my life.

This thought took root in an instant and grew into a towering tree in his heart.

"Hey, I'm still cultivating sword bones. It just so happens that my demon bone is similar to the method of condensing sword bones, so it's cheaper for you."

The female cultivator's gentle voice resounded in Han Muye's mind.

Then he only felt the stinging pain that the marrow of his body was about to be pulled away, his mind was shaking, his legs and feet were weak, and he wanted to kneel down.

All of this is the feedback from the **** at the center of the body.

But at this moment, he had another mind, but he watched and waited soberly.

One after another, blue and white breaths permeated his body, making his originally jade-colored bones add a layer of aura.

Spiritual light gathered, and at his back, a section of the spine turned into a misty white jade shape.

In his mind, the figure of a female nun appeared.

"Submit to me and take out the Nine Profound Sword that suppressed my body." In her mind, the female cultivator's voice revealed endless charm.

Han Muye's spirit seemed to give in unconditionally and agreed.

It's now!

The spirit that he was watching fell directly.

Han Muye, who was originally motionless, was stunned, and all the sword energy and sword intent in his dantian exploded.

"Om—"

At this moment, the sword energy around him condensed into a jade of light and shadow!

With the sword intent as the screen, all senses of spiritual energy and spiritual energy are eliminated.

In his mind, the female nun's figure widened her eyes.

"You isolated my sense from the body?"

"Just how long can you suppress me with your cultivation?"

With a playful look on the nun's face, she raised her hand and pointed to the nothingness in front of her.

"Just your fragile soul, do you want to die directly and become a living dead?"

Originally, there were eight sword intents in Han Mu's wild energy.

There are nearly 10,000 sword qi condensed in the sea of ​​​​qi.

Just now at the gate of Jiange, he killed the Tailing Sword Sect and consumed a sword intent.

The battle with Qin Yuanhe consumed two sword intents.

At this moment, the remaining five sword intents and tens of thousands of scattered sword energies on his body all exploded at once.

His divine soul could not mobilize such a powerful force at all.

Just like the sword watcher who cultivates the sword technique can only mobilize the power of the Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm, Han Muye can mobilize these sword qi and sword intent at this time, no more than ten breaths.

After ten breaths, his soul collapsed, and even if he did not die, his soul would turn into nothingness and become a living dead with no body and no spirit.

"Alright, when your spirit dissipates, I will occupy this body and refine it into an incarnation."

"At that time, the main body will disappear, and the incarnation will control the Nine Profound Sword, becoming a peerless sword fairy, interesting and interesting."

The nun's eyes flickered.

Han Muye ignored her.

Time is running out.

Ten breaths, two breaths have passed.

"Concentrate on the sword."

"God, Yujian." A low voice sounded in Han Muye's mind.

The nun's expression changed suddenly.

"You, do you want the Soul Ningjian? Xiu Ningjian Art?"

"With your weak soul, can you still condense a sword?"

"I'm afraid that before the sword is set, your soul will collapse..."

For the first time, Han Muye responded to the female cultivator, "It's not my soul condensing sword, it's your senior."

The words fell, and in Han Muye's mind, an endless sword light lit up.

The figure of the female cultivator wanted to retreat, but was surrounded by sword light, and then strangled and turned into pieces.

This is inside Han Muye's body, this is the divine treasure where his soul resides, he has the final say in everything here!

The female cultivator is a great demon in the realm of the heavens.

But it's just a separate soul.

Her body is suppressed by the Nine Profound Sword.

If it wasn't for Han Muye taking the bone sword to the sword pavilion, the female cultivator's spiritual power would not necessarily be able to be unleashed.

Just now, Han Muye exploded all his sword intent, instantly turning it into a barrier, and within ten breaths, cut off the connection between himself and the outside world.

This also cut off the connection between the avatar and the main body of the great demon soul in the divine treasure.

In the divine treasure, the sword light soared.

All the fragments congealed into a clear sword.

The sword was three inches long, with a halo of light that spun gently.

"The sword of the soul."

Han Muye whispered softly.

Condensing the sword with the soul.

The small sword in his divine treasure has been solidified.

Han Muye's own divine soul cultivation, to condense such a divine soul sword, would require a tad.

But the soul of a great monster in the heavens is much more profound than the condensed soul of his 100-year-old soul.

The condensing sword art, condensing the divine soul into a sword with the divine soul of the heavenly realm!

With this sword, within a hundred breaths, you can go against the heavenly realm!

"Om—"

The sword energy barrier around Han Muye began to gather and dissipate.

He was shocked all over, and collected the scattered sword energy into his body.

When all the sword qi fell on Dantian and Qi sea, there were only two sword qi left, less than three thousand sword qi.

In the sea of ​​​​his Qi, Tao Ran's ancestor's fire-type sword intent, obtained from the Ziyan Sword, oscillated, and another sword intent like a breeze swirled along with it.

With sword intent, most of it was lost.

worth.

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

Although he is now weakened by the shock of his soul and the consumption of sword intent, his face is pale.

To be able to exchange for that sword of concentration in the treasures of the gods, even if the whole body is completely exhausted, it is worth it!

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly with divine light, and the power of the divine soul sword in the divine treasure infiltrated, causing his divine soul to rise rapidly.

"What a ruthless little guy..."

On the first floor of the sword pavilion, there is a sound wafting.

Han Muye snorted coldly, and the sword of the divine soul in the divine treasure vibrated gently.

"Om—"

In the entire sword pavilion, countless swords responded!

The voice of the big demon, which was vague and vague, disappeared for a while.

At this time, Han Muye is no longer afraid of the big monster suppressed by the Nine Profound Sword!

"Brother Han!"

Outside the gate of Jiange, Huang Laoliu's anxious voice sounded.

Han Muye turned around and walked over, Huang Laoliu rushed into the sword pavilion in two steps, stretched out his hand to grab Han Muye's arm, and looked up and down~www.wuxiahere.com~ Seeing that his face was pale and his body was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"When I got to the mountain gate, I heard that the sword pavilion was attacked, and that someone was injured."

Han Muye nodded and said in a low voice, "Big Brother Lu, you hurt your eyes."

Huang Lao Liu's hands trembled.

"My sword pavilion will take care of him." Huang Laoliu said in a deep voice.

Even if Lu Gao lost his eyes, he would not be able to do other things in the Sword Gate, but the Sword Pavilion could support him.

A touch of emotion flashed in Han Muye's eyes, he nodded lightly, and then whispered, "What's the matter with the Cao family?"

The Cao family is very important to Jianmen.

Hearing Han Muye's question, Huang Laoliu's expression was a little gloomy.

"The head of the Cao family was seriously injured and broke his arm. I don't know when he will wake up."

"Elder Su Liang said that even if he wakes up, his ability to refine tools will probably be useless."

The artifact refiner had broken his arm, and he probably had less than 30% of his artifact refining ability.

"Also, the grandson of the Cao family was kidnapped by the Tailingjian faction."

"That's the trouble."

Han Muye also had a gloomy expression.

The grandson of the Cao family was in the hands of the Tailingjian faction, and the Jiuxuanjianmen cast the rat-avoidance weapon.

The Cao family was also held back, and it will always be a hidden danger in the future.

"Hey, my Nine Profound Sword Sect is the third of the Four Sword Sects and one of the Nine Sects in the Western Border. How can it be like a sieve?"

Huang Lao Liu shook his head with a complicated expression on his face.

As a disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, he had enjoyed the detachment of a disciple of the great sect.

But at this moment, it seemed as if the tiger skin of Jiu Xuan Sword Gate was torn open at once, revealing a body riddled with holes.

This made Huang Laoliu unacceptable in his heart.

Han Muye's eyes showed a hint of sternness, and he said in a low voice, "Sixth brother, I'll go out."