Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

A big man with blue face and fangs, who was over ten feet tall and held a spear in his hand, was wearing a blue and gray battle armor, his eyes were wide open.

On the battle gun, there was a gray halo of lingering light.

Han Muye shook his head.

alien.

Just like myself, he doesn't blend in with the atmosphere of this territory, which seems a little bit of a violation.

If you want to get the recognition of this continent, and then compete for Wanyu Dzi, there are two ways.

One is to occupy or subdue one side, and the other is to integrate into a certain side.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a blue sword light flashed away.

In this Fangzhou domain, he could feel a trace of coldness and sharpness left by the inheritance of kendo.

Sure enough, when the sword qi shot out, the suppressing power in the heaven and earth was a little less.

"Stab—"

The sword energy shot through the space behind him, and directly penetrated the body of the alien holding the spear.

When the sword light passed through, Han Muye could feel that the suppression on his body was a little less, and there was an extra layer of faint breath like a breeze entangled around him.

Heaven and earth induction, or recognition.

This kind of recognition determines whether he can quickly integrate into the world in the future, and then whether he can get the dzi.

With a movement of his body, Han Muye flew forward in a direction that revealed a bit of sword intent.

Behind him, the figure holding the spear trembled, and then the spear broke and his figure shattered.

From the beginning to the end, Han Muye never looked directly at this figure.

Not a level.

Even the other party's race and attribute strength are not interested in knowing.

After running a hundred miles forward, Han Muye paused.

A sword light cut in front of him.

"Besides the Lingxiao Sword Sect, come and stop—"

A cyan robe, a sharp sword aura, and a three-foot-long sharp sword in his hand.

The speaker had an arrogance on his face, and an icy flame shone from his body.

The long sword pointed at Han Muye, its edge flickered, as if Han Muye would make a move as soon as he moved.

Sword repair.

Han Muye glanced around, and said with a light smile, "Are you from this realm?"

At this time, the place Han Muye was in was also icy cold, and it had the same source of power as that of Jian Xiu.

Han Muye's words made the other party startled.

In an instant, a long sword appeared in Han Muye's hand, and he slashed out.

There was a icy divine flame on the edge of the sword, and the long sword in the sword cultivator's hand was chopped off with a single blow.

The sword light touched Jianxiu's neck, and the icy flame made the alien tremble all over.

"Are you from this realm?"

Han Muye spoke again.

The sword shaving face showed fear, and he nodded nervously.

"Tell me." With the long sword back, Han Muye spoke lightly with his hands behind his back.

"Ahem, okay, okay, let me say..." The green-robed swordsman stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his neck, panting and whispering.

Yunteng universe, Lingxiao domain.

This is a continent where one side achieves the Dao through the practice of swordsmanship.

Lingxiao City, Lingxiao Sword Master, Lingxiao Sword Sect.

This sword cultivator named Su Xun was born in the Lingxiao Sword Sect, but he is only a middle-level elite in the sect.

The top powerhouse of the Lingxiao Sword Sect also has the combat power of an immortal.

A universe without the combat power of the immortal venerable does not even have the qualifications to participate in the battle of the ten thousand realms.

"Let me see your Ling Xiao Jianzong's swordsmanship."

Han Muye looked at Su Xun, raised his hand, and the long sword that had fallen on the ground flew back upside down.

Su Xun reached out to take the long sword, and with a movement, he took a step forward, and the blade of the sword stabbed at Han Muye.

Those who can appear in Ling Xiaoyu are all of similar cultivation base and combat power.

Su Xun was terrified when Han Muye chopped off the sword in his hand before. Now that he thinks about it, since he appeared here, the person in front of him couldn't possibly be much stronger than himself.

The sword just now was because I was not ready.

It's different now!

The edge of the sword shines with light, which is the infusion of sword energy, which is in harmony with the power in the sword body.

"Flying Immortals!" Su Xun whispered, the man and the sword joined together, and they came to Han Muye in a flash like a meteor.

There was a gleam of light in Han Muye's eyes.

Ling Xiao Jianzong's swordsmanship has some merits.

Swiftly.

Smart.

Bi put all his strength into one sword.

Han Muye raised his hand and pointed his fingertips on the edge of the long sword.

The long sword trembled, Su Xun couldn't hold the hilt, his palm loosened, and the long sword fell.

"Cultivating purely with the artistic conception of the way of swordsmanship, it's interesting to slash immortals with ordinary swords against the trend." Han Muye whispered while raising his hand to hold Su Xun's sword.

There was a trace of kendo power shaking in the sword.

Han Muye did not directly explore the memory in the sword.

He rarely forcibly probes the memory in the main weapon.

But just from the sword just now, he has already seen through the characteristics of Ling Xiao Jianzong's swordsmanship.

His own sword practice has reached the pinnacle of the world, what kind of sword can't be seen through in front of him?

"Where is your Lingxiao Sword Sect?" Throwing the long sword back, Han Muye looked at Su Xun.

Su Xun trembled all over, his expression changed, he held the long sword and did not speak.

Just now, he was defeated again with one sword, and he already knew the gap between himself and the opponent.

In front of the opponent, I really can't catch a sword.

With such combat power, the Lingxiao Sword Sect, whose masters have been pulled away, who can resist?

Now the other party is looking for Ling Xiao Jianzong, can he be allowed to go?

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't let him go.

Holding the long sword tightly in his hand, Su Xun raised the edge of his sword.

The big deal is death.

Anyway, it is enough to practice for 100,000 years and become an elite in the sect.

"As a sword cultivator, I have some interest in your Lingxiao Sword Sect."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

"I can assure you that I will not take away your Lingxiao Sword Sect's foundation."

"If possible, I will help you get promoted."

promotion.

This not only requires strength to overwhelm the domain, but also enough dzi beads.

The expression on Su Xun's face changed, his fists were clenched and then loosened.

"Okay, if you break your promise..."

Not everyone wants to die.

It's best if you don't die.

Su Xun led Han Muye to turn and run for three hundred miles, and stopped before a thousand-foot mountain.

The top of the mountain was shrouded in clouds, and it was a large covering formation.

But with Han Muye's cultivation, he could see through the formation at a glance. Behind the formation, there were palaces stretching forward.

This Lingxiao Sword Sect is indeed at the level of the overlord in the Lingxiao Domain, but unfortunately, they did not expect that after countless tens of thousands of years, there will be such a battle for the top in the Ten Thousand Domains.

To be honest, most continents have forgotten about this matter.

"boom--"

Between the clouds and mist, there was a roaring sound.

Dozens of figures shuttled through the clouds and mist, and every time they charged, they could splatter blood.

Their cultivation level is not much stronger than that of Su Xun beside them, but these people have wings behind them, and the weapons in their hands are strange long banners, like spears, with a black banner that draws various spiritual patterns.

On the black banner, there were streaks of blood-colored traces flashing.

Pulled by those scars, although these aliens with wings on their backs cannot see through the formation, they can walk freely.

Conversely, with the help of the cover of the large formation, they can easily kill those disciples stationed at Lingxiao Sword Sect.

"Withdraw—"

A voice sounded from the top of the mountain.

Following the sound of this sound, the clouds gathered and scattered, and slowly scattered, and golden halls appeared one after another on the thousand-zhang mountains.

The spiritual light flickered above the hall, and it could be sensed even thousands of miles away.

"Haha, there's no need for us to attract the same race." Among the two-winged alien races who had already spread their wings and retreated, some people laughed aloud.

The previous large formation could cover up the aura of Ling Xiao Jianzong, but now, it can be seen from thousands of miles away.

In the void, one after another figure has rushed to.

"Array, kill." A voice sounded from Lingxiao Sword Sect, the voice was calm and unwavering.

Hundreds of sword lights flew out, forming a circular formation, surrounding the scattered alien races with wings.

The sword light connects and flickers, and there is no end to the reciprocation.

Han Muye nodded.

This sword formation has the meaning of a battle formation, the sword light is connected, although the killing power is not strong, but this sword formation is tough, and it can resist both internal and external attacks.

The encirclement keeps shrinking, and the space between those two-winged alien races is getting smaller and smaller.

The sword light interspersed in the circle became more and more sharp.

"call out--"

A ray of sword light pierced through the encirclement, cutting off the wings of a foreigner who had no time to dodge, causing him to fall down.

A foreign race broke its wings, and the other foreign races panicked and wanted to flee separately.

In this way, once there is no fighting spirit, it will be a crushing defeat.

Sword lights strangled one after another, and figures fell one after another.

"Back to—"

Just when there were only three aliens left in the formation, a voice suddenly sounded from the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

The sword array retreated without hesitation.

A streak of sword light rushed out of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

"boom--"

The sword light rises, blocking those alien races that are rushing.

At this time, around the mountains where Lingxiao Sword Sect is located, thousands of practitioners from all continents have arrived.

Among them, the most numerous are the aliens with wings on their backs and a long banner in their hands.

"kill--"

Without stopping for a moment, these alien races had already rushed to the residence of Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Without a large formation to resist and block them, these fast-flying aliens could directly rush into the sect.

"Oops." Su Xun grimaced and let out a low cry.

"Gathering—" a voice sounded from Lingxiao Sword Sect.

All the practitioners of the Lingxiao Sword Sect gathered together, and the sword energy on their bodies converged, turning into a phantom of a huge sword with a hundred feet.

The power transmitted by this sword has obviously surpassed the level of this Fangzhou domain.

The power on the sword body shone, causing the void to vibrate, as if it wanted to directly break the suppression of the power of the continent.

It's a pity that before the condensation time of the dzi bead and the fusion of the power of the dzi bead, even if it breaks the void, it will not be able to reach the upper continent.

Otherwise, Han Muye would not have stayed in this continent, and would have rushed directly to the previous continent.

"Stick to the Lingxiao Palace—"

The voice from Lingxiao Sword Sect resounded again, and the illusory hundred-foot-long sword slashed horizontally, smashing all the people and the hall that blocked it, and then rushed into a mottled temple.

At least tens of thousands of Sword Sect disciples gathered around the main hall, and the sword intent and energy converged into a powerful sword shadow that could sweep across one side.

"This person has some skills, and he knows that he can't disperse his combat power at this time." Han Muye said softly with a smile on his face, "If you save people and lose land, you will save everyone's land. If you lose your land, you will lose everyone's land."

At this point in the words, he shook his head again: "However, it's still too conservative."

He looked at Su Xun and said indifferently: "Do you dare to kill one?"

kill one?

Su Xun was stunned for a moment, and saw that Han Muye's figure had suddenly risen, flying into the sky.

The long sword in his hand aroused the ten-foot-long sword light and went straight to the sky.

The sword light exploded, and the bodies of at least three aliens were pierced by the sword light.

Then, Han Mu Yeren followed the sword and cut off all the alien races that surrounded him.

The sword's edge was too fast, so fast that those alien races couldn't feel Han Muye's strength.

With a sword coming and going, you will be happy!

Su Xun showed a hint of envy on his face, took a deep breath, unsheathed the sword in his hand, and rushed forward.

His speed was not as fast as Han Muye's, but Jian Guang was also sharp.

Fighting in the void, Jian Guang only looks for those aliens with slow speed and weak cultivation.

Two sword lights criss-crossed, like meteors flashing before the mountains.

The blood of alien races spilled into the sky.

This scene made those alien races who were planning to besiege Ling Xiao Jianzong retreat in panic.

"All Sword Fairylands follow me to kill—"

Someone shouted in the Lingxiao Hall below.

A cyan sword light flew upwards, and then at least a hundred sword lights rushed towards the void.

This time, people formed a sword formation, and then gathered and scattered in an orderly manner, driving away those alien races who invaded and killed, and could not come near.

Among them, several kendo practitioners had good fighting power, they broke away from the battle formation and fought in mid-air.

Take the initiative.

Originally on the defensive, the foreign races from all sides were not afraid at all. Now, depending on the situation, they didn't dare to stay, and they all fled in all directions.

The sword light in mid-air slowly dissipated, and a young man in a blue uniform with a black long sword in his hand moved and stood in front of Han Muye.

"Ling Xiao Sword Sect Chen Shaodong met senior."

Behind him, other Sword Cultivators of Lingxiao Sword Sect gathered and looked carefully at Han Muye.

Su Xun looked nervous, and stepped on Chen Shaodong's side.

Just now he has summoned Chen Shaodong to tell him about Han Muye's strength and identity.

At this moment, he didn't know how Han Muye would treat Chen Shaodong and Ling Xiao Jianzong.

"It's already very rare to be able to gather combat power in the shortest time just now."

"Also, if you are willing to lose your foundation, you must also preserve your strength."

Han Muye looked at Chen Shaodong, and said with a light smile, "If those aliens were determined to take down Lingxiao Sword Sect, what choice would you make?"

Chen Shaodong cupped his fists, and then said loudly: "Although my Lingxiao Sword Sect's foundation is important, it is not as important as my disciple's life."

"If the opponent fights to the death, I will lead the disciples of Lingxiao Sword Sect to withdraw from Lingxiao Peak."

Looking up, seeing Han Muye looking at him with a slight smile, Chen Shaodong took a breath, and said in a deep voice, "If the foreign race's combat power is too strong, it's not like we can't surrender."

"The battle of ten thousand domains is dangerous, but also an opportunity. We are fortunate to participate in it, how can we not save our lives and strive for the greatest benefit?"

After Chen Shaodong finished speaking, he stood still.

Behind him, the sword cultivators of Lingxiao Sword Sect all looked stiff.

"Sword cultivators always emphasize the unity of heart and sword, and pursue this sharpness," Han Muye looked at Chen Shaodong in front of him, and said softly, "I admire your sword sect for daring to entrust the Lingxiao sword sect to you for garrison. metropolitan."

The heart and the sword are as one, with its own sharpness.

As Chen Shaodong said surrender and escape are so easy, he can't feel the tenacity of sword repair at all.

Such a person is in charge of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and those old-fashioned elders in the sect can see it?

"My father said, if it weren't for this general trend, sooner or later people like me would be kicked out of the High Heaven Sword Sect." Chen Shaodong shook his head, then looked at Han Muye.

"Senior, since we are both sword cultivators, how about coming to my Lingxiao Sword Sect for a while?"

"If senior is willing to come, Chen Shaodong will offer the position of the sect's number one enshrined with both hands."

Han Muye laughed and looked at Chen Shaodong: "Okay."

Following this sentence, the repulsive power that originally belonged to this world on him dissipated instantly.

If you integrate into this world, you will be able to use this world as your foundation, and then step by step to the final peak of the Ten Thousand Domains Contest.

As the repelling power of heaven and earth dissipated, the power that Han Muye originally needed to suppress burst out directly.

"boom--"

Endless clouds gathered, forming a blood shadow behind him.

The evil spirit soaring into the sky condensed into the phantom of a barren ancient dragon and crocodile.

With such momentum, the whole world trembled.

The power of the dragon crocodile's head that had been devoured before had not been refined, and the ferocious power swept all directions.

"I'll retreat first, don't bother me if nothing happens."

Han Muye spoke lightly, and reached out to pat Chen Shaodong's shoulder.

Chen Shaodong trembled all over and nodded hurriedly.

This, where is the sword repair, it is clearly an ancient demon god!