Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Wind helps fire.

On the elders of the sword pavilion, vigorous sword intent rose to the sky.

In that sword intent, there were whistling winds.

"Fengzhen Jianyi is for a period of time, my old bones are almost unable to move." The elder Jiange raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a cyan long sword had a cold edge.

"Gao Changgong, so this seat says you are ruthless." Seeing the sword pavilion elders flying up, Feng Lingjian Zongzong Zongcheng said with a smile.

"If you don't declare yourself a cultivation base and enter the sword pavilion, the position of the sect master of the Nine Profound Sword Sect will be at your fingertips, and you might even be able to reach the sky."

"Shocking the realm of heaven?" Elder Jiange's figure was side by side with Tao Ran's ancestor, and the breeze on his body was intertwined with the flames on Elder Tao Ran's body, turning into a fire dragon roaring.

"If I really dare to attack the realm of heaven, I'm afraid the entire Nine Profound Sword Sect will be buried with me?"

Speaking of this, he turned his eyes to Zhang Cheng, and his eyes were bright: "I'm curious, how did Sect Master Zhang have the opportunity to hit the heavens."

Hearing the words of the elders of Jiange, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he said lightly: "If you want to die today, I can tell you."

The elders of the sword pavilion laughed, and the Tao Ran ancestor flew forward, the fire dragon in the palm of his hand, and slammed into Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng squinted his eyes, and the sword flow around his body seemed to freeze the space around him.

In his hand, a three-footed sword appeared.

"Bing Jian Jue..." Han Muye, who was standing on the carriage, looked at Zhang Cheng and whispered.

"What?" Huang Lao Liu, who was standing beside the carriage, turned his head and asked.

Han Muye shook his head.

The means Zhang Cheng used were the sword tactics lost by the sword pavilion.

The ancestor of Zhu Shen died in the hands of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

Divine light flashed in his eyes, and images kept flashing in Han Muye's mind.

Originally, only half of the martial arts tactics were derived.

Understand the art of swordsmanship.

The three inheritances of the sword pavilion, the art of raising the sword, the art of condensing the sword, and the art of fighting the sword, are gathered together.

"It turns out that he used a magic weapon-level sword to condense into a sword art and step into the heaven." Han Muye looked at Zhang Cheng who raised his hand and slashed with a sword, and whispered.

"boom--"

In the sky, the fire dragon collided with the sword in Zhang Cheng's hand.

The scattered flames and every sword light shone brightly, making the world pale.

The trend of wind and fire traverses the world!

The sword pavilion elders and Tao Ran ancestors joined hands to strike, and the wind and fire turned into dragons.

With this sword, Feng Lingjian Zongzong Zongzong, who is a powerhouse in the Heaven Realm, did not dare to take it lightly.

"Good swordsmanship!"

With a long drink, he rolled the sword in his hand.

The sword light was sharp and turned into a wind scroll to wrap the fire dragon.

Kazumi collided with the fire dragon, and the flames that raged in the world were blocked by the sword light.

Heaven is, after all, heaven.

Every time Zhang Chengjian swung it, the fire dragon was cut down one layer.

Behind the red dragon, Elder Jiange and Patriarch Tao Ran turned pale.

After ten swords, the fire dragon exploded with a bang, and endless wind and fire raged in the thousands of miles of sky.

Between the heavens and the earth, the beacon smoke filled the air, making people unable to open their eyes.

"With this sword, you are invincible under the heaven."

"Your Nine Profound Sword Sect's heritage is really deep."

Zhang Cheng's voice came.

"Senior Brother Yuhe, Gao Changgong, I blame you for being members of the Nine Profound Sword Sect. It's a pity that you are so talented."

Although the specific battle situation could not be clearly seen, the wind whistled in the void, the pressure surged, and the flames dissipated, letting everyone know that in this battle, the Tao Ran ancestor and the sword pavilion elders were defeated.

"Did you lose..." Huang Lao Liu, who was standing beside the frame, said in a low voice.

Han Muye's eyes flickered.

lost.

The combined strength of Jiange Elder and Tao Ran's ancestors could not resist the real powerhouse.

Today's situation is invincible.

The Nine Profound Sword Gate, its demise is imminent.

"My Jiu Xuan Sword Sect's life and death is in the present, it's just death!" In the sky, the voice of Jin Ze, the sect master of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, sounded.

The roar exploded, dispelling most of the beacon smoke.

Jin Ze, the sect master shrouded in golden light, walked forward step by step, stepping on the void, and every step he took, the momentum of his body was one point better.

At ten paces, Jin Ze's aura was only slightly worse than Zhang Cheng's.

"Broken Dan?"

Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "I take back what I said earlier."

"You are as ruthless as Gao Changgong."

"With a single blow from the broken pill, the practice in this life is completely useless. Jin Ze, you have practiced for hundreds of years, is it worth it?"

Cultivation to the environment to form elixir, to condense the cultivation base of one's own penance into essence, is to become a golden elixir.

The golden elixir contains all the practitioners' cultivation insights and accumulation of spiritual energy in this life.

To the extreme cultivation level, Dan broke into a baby, and stepped into the realm of heaven, like a new born.

Before reaching the Nascent Soul, the pill is broken, and the practice of life turns into flowing water. In this life, the practice is cut off.

The cultivator has reached the alchemy formation, the peak of the land, and has hundreds of years of cultivation and hundreds of thousands of years of life.

Proclaimed as the ancestor, proud of one side.

Broken pills, the cultivation base is completely useless, and the life essence is depleted by 90%.

In exchange, it was just that the power of Shattering Pill surged rapidly at that moment.

But the bloom of this kind of power will never reach the realm of heaven.

How can you know the wonders of heaven without breaking a cocoon into a butterfly?

"I, Jin Ze, entered the Nine Profound Sword Gate at the age of thirteen, entered the inner gate from the outer gate, and built the foundation for three years, which is regarded as the hope of the sect."

"At the age of thirty-two, the foundation was successfully established, and when he stepped into the realm, he was invincible at the same level. He was known as Jin Yishui."

"I hold the essence of the two veins and have been cultivated by the sect for a hundred years to become the youngest suzerain of the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

Jin Ze's body condensed into a long sword of two colors of gold and water, and the sword light lingered, turning into a long front.

Beside him, Tao Ran and the elders of the sword pavilion stood supporting each other, and the aura on his body was dark and uncertain.

"I was also very proud, and said that in this life, I will reach the realm of heaven."

"It's a pity that the sect is swaying, and there is no chance to even dive into seclusion."

"I also had great ambitions and vowed to build the Nine Profound Sword Sect into a strong sect in the Western Border."

"Haha, these hundred years have been nothing but wasted."

Looking up, Jin Ze stared at Zhang Cheng, and said softly, "I don't have a chance to touch the realm in this life, so let's fight the realm."

On the top of his head, the two-color sword intent of gold and water merged and turned into a blue-gray sword light.

This sword light seems to have endless vitality, which can soothe the sky scorched by the previous flames.

Seeing Sect Master Jin Ze, who had condensed his lifelong cultivation into a sword, all the disciples of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect below gritted their teeth and clenched their fists.

"If I, Huang Zhenxiong, have a sword in the realm of heaven, I will kill that bastard!" Huang Laoliu stared and shouted.

The general trend of the sect is all in one fight.

A faint halo appeared on Han Muye's body.

Divine Soul Sword Qi!

Huang Laoliu was stunned for a moment, and hesitantly said: "Sword of the Soul? How long have you been practicing this condensing sword, is it useful?"

In the battle between the great cultivators, Han Muye's soul collided with him, I'm afraid not even a bubble disappeared.

"If you don't have this strength, how can you be willing?" Han Muye said in a low voice, slowly sitting on the frame and closing his eyes.

Huang Laoliu nodded and said to himself, "Grandma, you should return this body to Jiuxuan Jianmen."

He widened his eyes and shouted loudly, "Jianjian—"

A mysterious sword light rose above his head, rushed to the sky, and landed on the sword light above Sect Master Jin Ze's head.

At this moment, the sword light in Han Muye's Divine Treasure disappeared in a flash, and it collided with the great sword on the sky!

In a radius of a hundred miles, the sword vibrated!

The Sword of Concentration!

With God condensing the sword, ten thousand swords surrender!

On Luyuan Mountain, the sword pavilion elders slashed Mu Tieyang half a step in the sky with this sword.

Today, see this sword again!

"Stinky boy, it's really worth it..."

The elder Jiange turned back, looked at the position of the frame, and whispered.

"This is the descendant of the sword pavilion you cultivated? Not bad." Ancestor Tao Ran said softly, looking at Han Muye on the frame and Huang Laoliu in front.

"That's it, the swordsman from the sword pavilion?" Countless disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect looked at Huang Laoliu and said in a low voice.

"That is, Senior Brother Han, the one in the sword pavilion who can instruct the leading disciples' swordsmanship." Looking at Han Muye sitting cross-legged on the frame, someone whispered softly.

"I know him, he is a swordsman from the Jiange Pavilion, and I received a sword from him last time." Someone stared at Huang Laoliu, who opened his arms and raised his head and shouted.

"It turns out that Senior Brother Han is really hidden..." Lin Shen said in a low voice, holding the long sword that was constantly vibrating in his hand.

"Sixth brother, you are awesome." In the distance, Zhao Pu, a bald man, clenched his fists and looked at Huang Laoliu and whispered.

Huang Laoliu turned his head in a daze and looked at Han Muye, who was cross-legged and closed on the frame.

His condensing sword art, so strong?

Brothers, can I see my sincerity?

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