Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 393 Liukui Pavilion, Inheritance of the Sword Pavilion (12 chapters)

Looking at the bloody pavilion outside, entering it, it is simple and unpretentious.

Tables and chairs, murals, potted plants, screens.

Aoki stairs, extending to the second floor.

Han Muye walked forward with his sword in hand, and the killers who were gathered in the hall in front stood up one by one.

The figure who crashed into the surrounding window had murderous intent in his eyes.

"Om-"

Several blood-colored auras came from a distance.

"Squeak-"

The harsh sound of the long bow being drawn full of strings sounded, and a long arrow pointed at Han Muye's head.

The dark sword energy came quietly, without the slightest sound of wind.

Technique, long-range attack, dark sword.

As expected of the deadly building that is good at assassination, the attack came in an instant, and the advance and retreat were calm.

Han Muye's expression didn't change, he just raised his hand.

The long sword is stabbed in front, breaking the blood-colored confinement technique.

The sword edge stirred, breaking the long arrow.

Back to the sword, breaking the three slender swords.

Raising his hand, the broken sword edge fell into the palm of his hand.

"Liu Jian, thirty-two years old, entered the Death Tower from the age of seven, killed seventy-eight people, injured twenty-six innocent lives, damn it."

The long sword with clear sword energy pierced the neck of a middle-aged man in black.

"Zhu Dingsi, forty-six years old, has an eight-level Tongmai, entered the death-defying building at the age of 8, killed 163 people, injured innocent people, two people, rescued seven colleagues in the death-defying building, your swordsmanship is sluggish. Three points, remember not to hesitate in the future."

Raising the sword and sweeping it, Jianguang threw a middle-aged man in blue clothes out of the window.

"Hook, kill a lot, die."

The sword light pierced through and pierced the chest of the ferocious old man on the opposite side.

Those who do not hurt the innocent will not die, and those who kill the most evil will not stay.

The sword light passed, and the killer in the deadly building changed color.

Some people were hesitant on their faces, some people gritted their teeth, and their eyes showed fear, and some people were dazed.

"when--"

A sword was broken, and the young man with the half-cut sword knelt on the ground.

Han Muye's sword edge pressed against his neck, causing his scalp to go numb.

"Bai Yulang, do you still remember the small fishing village on Gulang Island?"

Han Muye's voice was indifferent, but Bai Yulang's face showed confusion.

"Gulang Island..."

"Kill, they're all killing."

"They killed my father, killed my mother, and killed my sister, leaving only me and Ergou, bring us here to kill the building..."

"I, I can't die, I want to live, live to see the destruction of the fatal building!"

"Kill, kill, live..."

Han Muye's sword had left Bai Yulang's neck, and Bai Yulang, who was kneeling on the ground, was still waving the sword in his hand, clenching his teeth, as if he was the owner of the deadly building standing in front of him.

In this world, is there anything more terrifying than life and death?

Have.

Unpredictable.

The killers, who had the heart to fight to the death, began to shake their hearts.

does it worth?

Your own life and death, for what?

Is he the one who killed the most evil, or the one who still has a chance to live?

Will you, those memories that you can't remember, be like Bai Yulang?

Belief collapsed in an instant.

"Om-"

Han Muye shook the sword in his hand, brought out a scream, and flew up to the second floor.

The killer on the first floor no longer has the will to fight.

"Hmph, catch up, kill—" An old man in gray robe didn't finish his words, but felt a chill all over his body.

Turning around, he saw one after another with murderous eyes.

"You guys, you want to betray..."

"Thorn-"

Bai Yulang's broken sword stabbed in his chest.

Who said a broken sword can't kill people?

It is easier to kill a killer whose whole body has been secretly suppressed by countless people.

Bo Yulang, covered in blood, laughed loudly, holding a broken sword, strode up to the second floor of the deadly building.

The others hesitated and slowly gathered towards the second floor.

"boom--"

Above the second floor, the sound of roaring and cracking came.

Han Muye let out a long laugh, pointing his sword forward.

In front, dozens of old men with calm aura are sitting or standing, or have swords in their hands, or hold talismans with their fingertips.

Everyone is a master.

It's not that the cultivation is so profound that it reaches the realm of heaven, but that everyone has been killed from life and death, and their aura is calm.

Such people can't arouse their minds and collapse their beliefs with just a few words.

They only believe in themselves.

Han Muye stabbed with a sword just now, but several experts joined forces to stop it.

"I have a sword named Wanjian Guizong." Slowly raising the sword, Han Muye's aura restrained.

"This swordsmanship is not for endless cultivation, but only for sword cultivation in the world, opening a great avenue to the sky."

The sword light condenses and gathers thousands of brilliance.

At this moment, Han Muye had countless emotions in his heart.

No wonder Wen Mosheng sits in Tianxuan and has been inseparable for ten thousand years.

No wonder Master Mo Yuan was able to create this ten thousand swords.

He traveled through many realms and set foot in various worlds, whether it was the World of Guards or the wasteland, including this Broken Star Island.

There is no world where one can truly practice freely.

Only Tianxuan is a place where people can be unconstrained and focus on practicing martial arts and swordsmanship.

Therefore, the minister of literature blends with the Dao and protects Tianxuan.

Therefore, Wuhou's real body is sealed in the town, and he will not leave for ten thousand years.

Therefore, Tianxuan Daozu, to fight for the great calamity with Dao, rise across the Tianxuan great world!

At this moment, when Han Muye stabbed this style of Ten Thousand Swords to Return to the Sect again, his heart was completely enlightened.

In the Profound Sky World, the battle for the Great Dao is already a predestined plan!

It is like a scholar carrying a sword and roaming across Zhongzhou, like a thousand swords returning to the ancestral name and spreading to the East China Sea, like a list of gods and gods breaking the foundation of countless thousands of years in the world of no resentment.

If Tianxuan achieves the general trend, it will definitely become another piece of paradise for practitioners in the world like this ten thousand swords return to the sect!

"After ten thousand swords return to the sect, one sword turns ten thousand swords." Han Muye whispered, the body of the sword flickered brightly, and the sword was cut out, and ten thousand swords turned into a torrent!

What a sword this is!

When Bai Yulang and the killers on the first floor stuck their heads out of the stairs, what they saw was the sword light turning into a long dragon. On the second floor, the roar swept through everything.

Nothing can stop this long sword of light.

Block a sword, can not block the second sword, the third sword, countless swords.

"boom--"

Jianguang Changlong rushed through the window on the second floor of the fatal building and rushed out of the fatal building.

The long dragon roared, and the sword light shone.

"Jiange Wanjian?" Xu Chuan's face changed.

The old man beside him has already stepped out: "Ten thousand swords are the guide, these means, what is the inheritance of my sword pavilion?"

When the long sword was a dragon and roared out, those great monks who probed with spiritual sense also understood.

"The Six Kui Pavilion, the inheritance of the sword pavilion."

"I see."

"It is said that the great cultivator of Liukui Pavilion has fallen and has a dim state. Is this going to be a strong retrograde?"

"Such a sword, hehe, only the three palaces and seven pavilions have the means."

"Zhai Linyang, even the people of my Liukui Pavilion dare to calculate?" The white-haired old man flew out of the deadly building and shouted loudly.

Sword Intent surging on his body seemed to be in harmony with the swirling long dragon.

The long sword of light shook, drilled into the deadly building and rushed straight up, knocking off the third, fourth, and fifth floors!

On the sixth floor, the sword light long dragon has dimmed, but the halo on it is extremely agile.

Han Muye's eyes flickered, and he walked with the sword, his figure fell on the fifth floor, and he whispered: "Wan Jian, return to one!"

Thousands of swords return to their ancestors, and one sword transforms ten thousand swords.

Waiting for Wan Jian to become enlightened is the realm of reunification.

The third realm of Wanjian Guizong.

"Om-"

At this moment, all the swords vibrated in a radius of a hundred miles inside and outside the life-threatening building.

Xu Chuanhe let out a long laugh, and threw a cyan long sword in his hand, crashing into the fifth floor of the deadly building.

The magic sword!

The sword and the sword light are combined, the power of Xuanyang is intertwined, the aura flashes, and a sword rushes into the sky!

The dazzling sword light directly smashed through the sixth floor of the deadly building, passed through the top floor, smashed through the thick glazed tiles, and rushed to Jiuxiao.

Destroy the deadly building with one sword!

The cyan long sword flew back to Xu Chuanhe's hand, and Han Muye, who was standing on the eaves of the death-defying building, bowed his hand.

The old man beside Xu Chuanhe laughed and said, "What a swordsman."

On the top floor of the deadly building, three blue-gray phantoms appeared.

The white-haired old man stared and said coldly, "Zhai Linyang, are you trying to court death?"

The three phantoms pondered for a moment, then dissipated away.

On the fifteenth floor of the Three Palaces and Seven Pavilions, it is not only the name, but also the gap between the strengths.

The Death Tower can make ordinary cultivators fearful, but it is not enough to see in front of Liukui Pavilion.

After retiring from the owner of the deadly building, the old man glanced at Han Muye, nodded, his body transformed into a sword light, and disappeared.

Xu Chuanhe glanced at the killers scattered below, then looked at Han Muye and said, "Let's go."

Han Muye smashed the building with one sword, and the hearts of the building were also broken.

These killers have no cohesion, they are like scattered sand, and they have no power.

Maybe, the fifteenth floor will become the fourteenth floor, or maybe, after a while, there will be a new fifteenth floor.

The matter on the Broken Star Island was arranged by the forces of the Endless Sea.

Han Muye nodded, and with a movement, he turned into a sword light and flew away.

Attracting the attention of Jiange, his goal has been achieved.

Xu Chuanhe followed behind him with a smile, straddled the three seas, and flew away.

...

When Han Muye returned to the sword shop, it was already in the middle of the moon.

Jia Wu, Zeng Daniel, and Shao Tianyi were all waiting at the door.

Seeing Han Muye returning safely, Shao Tian stepped forward one step at a time, kneeling down.

He could not have imagined that because of him, Han Muye would directly choose the killing building.

When he returned from Anping Town and heard the news from everywhere, Shao Tian was stunned.

Zeng Daniu didn't know what the killing tower represented, but he, Shao Tianyi, came out of the killing tower.

That is the place where even the great cultivator of the heavenly realm has to leave his life behind!

Is it worth it?

"Okay, let's be safe and secure in the shop from now on."

Han Muye waved his hand and looked at Jia Wu: "Thank you, Uncle Jia Wu, for helping me take care of the shop."

Hearing his words, Jia Wu shook his head: "The world of you big cultivators is really not something that a little cultivator like me can mix in."

"After a while, I'm going to close the store and go out for a walk."

Hearing his words, Han Muye pondered for a while and nodded.

Jia Wu's choice is in line with the choice of a businessman who has been immersed in the businessman's way for many years.

There is too much interaction with Han Muye and other big cultivators who destroy other people's life-threatening buildings at every turn, which is not a good thing for Jia Wu and the other little cultivators.

"If Uncle Jia really wants to leave, he can leave the shop to me to open it for you. When you come back, I will return the shop to you."

Jia Wu nodded with a smile.

Jia Wu didn't leave now. After saying a few words at the door, he went back to his shop.

Han Muye and Shao Tianyi, who got up, led the somewhat confused Zeng Daniel back to his shop.

Han Muye went straight up to the second floor, and placed a light array down, and a spiritual light flashed from his eyes.

Walking with Xu Chuanhe, he knew a lot about the inheritance of Jiange.

He also did not conceal his identity as a disciple of the sword pavilion, revealing the Xuanyang technique.

The inheritance of the sword pavilion in the land of Broken Star Island is a great monk who controls the six-story sword pavilion.

It's just that this great cultivator fell, and no one could inherit the sword pavilion, which led to a great decline in the strength of the Liukui Pavilion here.

If it weren't for the fact that there are still several great sword cultivators in the Liukui Pavilion, I'm afraid it would have been suppressed by other forces.

The strife before the big forces on the Broken Star Island was much more cruel than the battle between the low-level practitioners.

Endless Tianzun seems to be very happy to provoke this kind of battle between big forces.

"Three months later, the Liukui Pavilion will organize a group of younger disciples to go to the Sixfold Sword Pavilion."

"If you can control this sword pavilion, you are the master of Liukui pavilion."

Xu Chuanhe looked at Han Muye solemnly, and said softly, "But you must know that the Dao domain has been condensed in the six-layered sword pavilion. You live and die in it, and outsiders can't help."

Dao domain.

For three days in the Xianyuan world, the great sword cultivator who owns the six-layered sword pavilion naturally condenses into the Dao domain.

Even if the Great Sword Cultivator falls, his Dao Domain can still survive.

It's just that if no one has inherited the sword pavilion, the Dao domain will collapse after a long time.

Han Muye raised his hand, revealing the jade-colored sword in his palm.

This sword is the key to entering the Sixfold Sword Pavilion.

Zhao Yujing had already obtained it at the beginning, but unfortunately, before he had time to enter it, he fell just outside the Broken Star Island.

Now, with Xu Chuanhe's invitation, Han Muye can enter the Sixfold Sword Pavilion with integrity.

The purpose of his coming to Broken Star Island has been achieved.

He smiled and put away the small sword, a flash of light flashed in front of him, and a sword with a handle appeared.

These are all obtained from the death-defying building.

These swords are filled with evil spirits.

Reaching out and holding a long sword, Han Muye was filled with sword energy, and Han Muye saw how the sword took his life.

The sword is full of suffocating energy, and ordinary sword cultivators wear it everywhere, it must be hurting the mind.

Unless these evil spirits are exhausted.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and the aura of Han Muye's divine treasure slowly condensed in the palm of his hand.

Haoran's aura is peaceful, and it can suppress evil spirits and demons the most.

Looking at the sword in his hand, Han Muye's arrogance in his palm stopped.

Suffocating, why do you want to kill it?

Just to get an ordinary spiritual weapon, a semi-spiritual long sword?

Do you lack this sword weapon?

Compared with such a long sword, the evil spirit in the sword is more precious.

Thinking of this, he chuckled lightly, put away the long sword, and flashed aura all over his body, and began to meditate and practice.

Countless spiritual beads shattered around him, turning into rolling spiritual energy, wrapping his body.

He spent nearly ten days in this retreat.

By the way, pay attention to the avatar of the beast, and it is not far from Chenyuexing.

When he left the customs, he went directly to see Xu Chuanhe.

"Refining the heart with a sword?" Hearing Han Muye's proposal, Xu Chuan's face appeared blank.

Han Muye directly took out a long sword full of evil spirits.

Xu Chuanhe took the sword, felt it for a moment, and frowned: "You mean to use the evil spirit in it to train the sword's spiritual power?"

"This law is not advisable."

"Many low-level practitioners have weak minds and spirits. In front of this sword, they will be damaged, and they will be unable to recover."

Speaking of this, he smiled and said: "Your idea is good, but the steps are a little bigger, yes, hehe..."

His laughter started only when Han Muye raised his hand and a golden light pressed down on the scabbard.

Haoran gas transformed into a mysterious pattern, wrapping the sword body.

There is a powerful force to suppress, and the evil spirit is difficult to rise.

Haoran is calm and calm, which can make people calm.

The halo entered his eyes, and Xu Chuanhe saw a picture after another.

kill.

The sword light swayed, and the blood light splashed.

Even if it is a kendo overhaul, there is a trace of solemnity on the surface of the Xu Chuan River.

The master of this sword used this sword to assassinate thirty-five practitioners, and the same generation of killers killed thirteen people under his sword.

The evil spirit in this sword comes from this.

The picture dissipated, and Xu Chuanhe slowly closed his eyes.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and stared at Han Muye.

"Do you want others to experience the picture in this sword and realize the difficulty of cultivation?"

"Aren't you afraid of spawning a demon with a killing intent?"

Some people can understand the difficulties of life and death, and have compassion in their hearts. Some people can understand the difficulties of cultivation, and have more awe for cultivation in their hearts. Some people are less afraid of killing and more enthusiastic.

Han Muye's method is good or bad, but it's really not a good judgment.

"Senior Chuanhe, does this method benefit more people, or is it more people who are enchanted?" Han Muye asked softly with the same expression on his face.

Xu Chuanhe was stunned for a while, then nodded and said, "That's naturally more profitable. After all, there are still the majority of people with pure hearts, even practitioners, and they don't advocate killing."

"Then this method of refining the heart with swords, is it a good method or an evil method?" Han Muye asked again.

Xu Chuanhe pondered, then smiled and said, "I'm superficial."

"Staying on Broken Star Island for too long has really lost the will to forge ahead."

"Well, what do you want to do, I'll help you."

As Han Muye said, since this method can help more people, why not use it?

Is it because fear will spawn that very individual devil?

If it is really that kind of devil, even if there is no way to cultivate the mind, it will still become a villain.

Three days later, a sword formation appeared on the island where the Death-Death Tower was originally located.

This sword formation is made up of thousands of long swords, which are inserted on the bluestone in the shape of a coiled dragon.

Each of these swords is at least a high-grade mortal weapon, and nearly half of them are spiritual tools.

So many good swords, of course, attracted countless people to explore.

When someone approached carefully and touched the hilt of the sword inserted into the bluestone, the expression on his face changed.

The golden spirit pattern on the hilt of the sword was wrapped, and scenes of illusions appeared in front of the sword drawer.

Kill with a sword.

Holding this sword starts from killing people around you, until a master, and finally at the hands of others.

That scene after scene, as if experiencing it personally.

The first person holding the sword covered his mouth and ran to the side halfway through the sight. When he came back, his face was pale.

Others couldn't help but stepped forward curiously.

A day later, this strange sword formation spread all over the Fragment Star Island.

It was not until a realm sword cultivator, who held thirteen swords in a row, understood the true meaning of it, broke through his cultivation base and xinxing, stood in front of the sword formation, and couldn't afford to kneel, the secret of the sword formation was broken.

Refine your mind with killing intent.

These swords are all the swords used by the killer of the deadly building.

These swords have killed many, many people, and the swords contain endless evil spirits.

Some people use a mysterious method to turn the evil spirit in the sword into an illusion, recreate the life of the sword master, and warn the later ones.

Murderers are always killed.

The person who set up this formation is really a big cultivator who is broad-minded and vigilant for the practitioners in the world.

On the thirteenth day of the formation, a great sword cultivator came curiously, and after looking at one hundred and thirty-two swords, the sword light all over his body rose into the sky.

"Deadly Tower, Zhai Linyang, this old man and you are inseparable—"