Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 470 Han Muye's Sword (33)

If it was elsewhere, so many treasures appeared, and they would definitely be robbed in the next instant.

But at this time, the treasure light was shining in front of Han Muye, but no one tried to grab it.

If you want to grab it, you have to have that strength too!

In the past three days, the elite Bai Yuming and Sun Jiusheng have honestly sent treasures to trade. It was here yesterday that the two semi-holy masters died with one sword.

The reputation of the ninth in the sky was cut out with a sword.

If you are confident that you can beat the ninth in the sky, then go for it.

Here, no one has the guts so far.

In one day, the place where Han Muye was located was crowded with people.

Thousands of various treasures are suspended. If you need it, you will go forward and exchange the treasures in your hands.

One treasure in his hand is not worth two pieces.

In fact, in this way, many treasures of high value are exchanged, and then all treasures of lower value are left.

But Han Muye didn't care.

Apart from quietly exchanging a few useful items, he hadn't touched it at other times.

These cultivators exchanged treasures by themselves, and if they found a suitable one, they would take it away, and if they did not find a suitable one, they would stay around and watch.

Many people also began to trade privately.

"This, this, he's not dead..." When the Taoist who flew in front of Han Muye raised his head, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He was one of the eight sword cultivators who swung swords with Han Muye and the others before and wanted to break the seventh sword pavilion.

He thought that Han Muye had been beheaded by Shadow Heavenly Venerate long ago, but he didn't expect to start a trading business here.

"Death? This is the ninth person on the Heavenly Ranking List, Tianxuan Han Xiang, who do you think can kill him in a radius of 3,000 miles?"

A practitioner in a black robe raised his head and looked at the flashing treasures.

"No, I have to find another treasure and replace this five-element sapphire."

His words made the eyes of the Daoist behind the sword flicker.

He also has fancy treasures.

...

Three days later, a ten-mile radius around Han Muye's place had become a trading market.

On the contrary, the treasures in front of Han Muye were much less.

Seven days later, only a hundred or ten treasures were left in front of Han Muye.

The market outside him has expanded to thirty miles.

However, most of the real treasures and real masters have already left.

The treasures in the treasure house of the gods have basically been searched, and many practitioners who have obtained heavy treasures have also quietly escaped.

At this time, the practitioners of the previous future divine court treasury poured into it to trade various treasures.

The treasures in the treasure house of the God Court, even if they are scraps, are precious things that are hard to find.

Many people also bring their own treasures.

This time, the place where the sealed treasure house of the divine court was opened has become a specially opened up trading place.

Ten days later, Han Muye got up and left. Before leaving, he announced that the place where the treasure house of the divine court was opened would be used as a neutral place for the battle of Taoism, and it was specially used for trading.

Anyone who dares to act in this place, or even in the 100,000-mile void around this place, will be against Tian Xuan and his Han Muye.

I don't know if anyone dared to do it, but when Han Muye left, the whole town cheered.

Han Muye, who flew away, did not turn his head, only a hint of emotion appeared on his face.

These ant-like practitioners practiced with all their strength, cheered for their own improvement, and worked hard for each treasure.

But they don't know that if the heaven and the earth are overturned, everyone will die.

With power behind them, a single thought determines their life and death.

All their practice, all their efforts, their joys, sorrows, and joys are meaningless in front of the Almighty.

Han Muye's body was full of fighting intent.

Don't be ants.

Flying out of the sealed town without stopping, Han Muye went directly to the Profound Sky World.

His speed is extremely fast, but he is already tens of thousands of miles away.

But his sword light suddenly stopped.

In front of him, a spiritual light turned into a light curtain.

Not only in front of him, but also in front, back, left, and right, and all around him are flashes of aura.

"boom--"

In the void, the sound of vibration resounded.

"Xuanji, are you trying to betray my fairy?" A long shout was mixed with anger.

Worry free.

The number one person in the fairy world and the second strongest person in the Heavenly Ranking.

Monk Xuanji, the second-ranked master in the fairy world, is also in the realm of saints, but his cultivation base is ranked after fifty in the heavenly list.

The ranking of the Heavenly Ranking, the comprehensive consideration of combat power and strength, the Buddhism behind Xuanji is not strong in the land of Taoism.

"Dangyouyou, a treasure house of the divine court, our fairy world didn't even drink a few sips of soup."

"The fairy world can only be depressed in your hands."

There was ice coldness in Xuanji's voice.

"boom--"

In the void, there was another roar.

Han Muye slowly retracted his mind, and his eyes fell on the light curtain in front of him.

This is the formation method of the top cultivator.

"Does this count as killing the donkey?" Standing in the same place, Han Muye said softly.

When Dang Wuyou had news of the treasure house of the divine court in his hands, he was the second on the list, the master of fairy spirits, and no one dared to offend him.

But as soon as the treasure house of Shenting was opened and the treasure search was completed, someone immediately started to move towards Dang Wuyou.

In turn, Han Muye presided over the treasure exchange in the closed town, and no one stopped him.

At this time, outside the sealed area, he was intercepted.

He said that this was killing the donkey, but it would be better to say that someone was tempted to seize the dominance of Xianling and Tianxuan.

In the past, people from outside the world didn't care about their battles, whether it was fairy spirits or Tianxuan.

What they are waiting for is the opening of the treasure house of the divine court.

Now that the treasures are clean, and the elites who have the treasures in their hands, how can they be willing to have no right to speak in the land of Taoism?

It is better to hold the power of both sides of the Taoism in your hands and fight with all your strength, maybe you will have the opportunity to become enlightened!

The Taoist opportunity that was not seen before, now the treasure house is divided, but it is a fragrant bun.

Conversely, if they don't do it, I'm afraid Xianling and Tianxuan will do it too, right?

After obtaining the treasure, the powerhouses of all parties whose cultivation base is about to rapidly increase their combat power must be the targets of Tianxuan and Xianling's struggle and suppression.

Either form an alliance with these two parties, or be hunted down.

They are just one step early, and the first to strike is stronger.

Han Muye admitted that he himself had such thoughts.

He returned to Tianxuan this time to mobilize the army and sweep the void.

Although Huang Laoliu said that although he will not use all the means, he will use some of them.

For example, before the final battle of Taoism, gather more power.

"White Cloud View."

"Xuanling Daozong."

"Original Ming Sword Sect."

"Light Spirit Daoist."

"They're all from the Xianyuan World Sect. They really look down on me, Han Muye."

Han Muye's eyes flashed with divine light, he looked around, and made a faint sound.

As he pointed out, figures appeared one after another outside the surrounding light curtain.

"Han Muye, my senior brother Su Qi from Baiyunguan fell into your hands. Today is the time to understand the grudge."

An old man wearing a yellow Taoist robe stepped out, the light curtain in front of him flickered, revealing the slightest chill, as if to freeze the blocked Han Muye.

Behind him, dozens of overhauls with auras intertwined in their bodies also filled with murderous intent.

The other parties didn't open their mouths, but they pushed the light curtain down, and it seemed that Han Muye's mind no longer needed to be explained.

Han Muye is the Prime Minister of Tianxuan and one of the main leaders of Tianxuan side.

If he dies here, or is captured and killed, it will be a major blow to Tian Xuan.

"Ice Cold Sealing Spirit Formation?"

"You don't want to kill me, do you want to capture me and go to the Profound Sky World in exchange for benefits?" Han Muye smiled and looked at the surrounding light curtains.

A living Han Muye is worth more than a dead one.

Although Tianxuan's side is much weaker, Tianxuan has become rich, and he has obtained wealth from a treasure house of the gods before.

Capturing Han Muye, and then going to exchange for sufficient benefits, or directly obtaining Tianxuan's authority, would be good.

"Of course a living Prime Minister Han is worth more than a dead one." In front of him, someone laughed.

"Besides, isn't your Prime Minister Han the best at fishing? How do you feel about using yourself as the bait this time?"

As soon as this statement came out, there was laughter all around.

Using Han Muye as bait, he was catching the powerhouses on the Tianxuan side who wanted to come to the rescue.

With Han Muye's identity here, it was impossible for Tian Xuan's side to not save him.

"boom--"

In the distance, the roar of the siege and worry-free came.

At this moment, the leaders of Tianxuan and Xianling were besieged and killed at the same time.

In the void, those Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist struggle all lost their spiritual thoughts and concentrated their attention.

In this round, whether it is Dang Wuyou or Han Muye, as long as one person dies, the general trend of the entire Taoist battle will change.

"Dangwuyoukong has the name of the sky list, I'm afraid it will be difficult to support." Someone whispered from the divine sense.

"Indeed, Xuan Ji betrayed, thirteen semi-sages, and two saints were surrounded and killed, even if he was at the same level, he would not be able to escape." Someone echoed.

The situation is clear.

Not to mention that Dang Wuyou is only the master of a small world outside the Xianyuan world, even the master of a large sect in the Xianyuan world, and it is impossible to escape under the siege of such forces.

At this time, it was obvious that Dang Wuyou could only do his best to support him.

It's only a matter of time before being besieged and killed.

"What about Han Muye?" Someone asked, with curiosity in his spiritual sense.

This question has not been answered for a long time.

"Baiyunguan, Xuanling Dao Sect, and several other major sects took action. In this round, the power to surround and kill Han Muye is ten times that of Dangyouyou."

"If Han Muye can escape from this situation, then it can only be said that he is truly the son of heaven..." Someone whispered.

Han Muye's strength has not been super strong, but he has too many opportunities.

There are so many that even these Taoist ancestors dare not jump to conclusions.

"Om-"

Frost collided in front of Han Muye, three feet away, and turned into a wall of ice.

Sure enough, they wanted to capture Han Muye, not kill him now.

Looking at the thickening ice wall around him, Han Muye shook his head gently.

He originally wanted to give these people a chance.

It is the best choice to hide it and let these people show the power behind them.

But now he can't.

Tens of thousands of miles away is the square market that he finally set up, and it is a neutral place in the land of Taoism.

He just said that no action is allowed in a radius of 100,000 miles.

This is hitting Han Muye in the face.

Anyone who hit him in the face, he could only reluctantly hit back.

Killing intent appeared in his eyes, and behind Han Muye, the Seventh Sword Pavilion appeared.

When the sword pavilion appeared, everyone was stunned.

Those Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoism struggle were all shaken by their divine senses.

This Han Muye turned out to be a person from the sword pavilion, or a great sword cultivator in charge of the seventh-level sword pavilion!

"Be careful, he is a member of the Jiange, make a quick decision, don't let go!" A Taoist shouted outside the light curtain.

"Shoot, there are many strong sword pavilions here, and they will definitely come to the rescue!" On the other side, the speaker directly raised his hand and a icy long spear penetrated the light curtain and hit the ice wall.

The ice wall quickly pressed down.

The divine light in Han Muye's eyes was strong, and the ninth-level sword pavilion quietly condensed out from behind the seventh-level sword pavilion.

But on the ninth floor of the sword pavilion, he was the only one who saw it, and even Tianzun couldn't see it at all.

"sword."

Whispering in his mouth, a long sword appeared in Han Muye's hand.

"kill."

The sword pointed forward, and the sword light emerged from the sword tower behind him, turning into an endless dragon.

The power of the sword pavilion is to gather thousands of swords into one.

This is similar to Wanjian Guizong.

The ice wall is in front, unable to stop the dragon of the long sword.

The formation formed by nearly a hundred strong men shattered with a single sword!

"boom--"

The sky and the earth shook, and the cold light from the ice wall shattered thousands of miles.

The long dragon roared, with a sword chant resounding through the heavens and the earth.

The dragon of sword light swept across, the long tail swung, and the light curtain imprisoned around it shattered directly.

Only second.

What a three-day sect, what a powerful immortal source formation, what a saint, what a semi-sacred, but one blow!

This is the ninth in the list of heaven, the swordsman exiled, the strength of Tianxuan Han Xiang!

After disappearing for 40 years, he has never really acted since the time of the Dao struggle. Until today, the might of Han Muye's sword has shaken the world thousands of miles away!

At this moment, those Heavenly Venerate powers hidden behind all lowered their spiritual thoughts.

"Impossible, there are several sword cultivators like this in the last three days of the sword pavilion on the seventh floor. I have never seen such a master sword..." Among the Taoists standing outside the light curtain, someone said blankly.

It's not just him, this question is a question on everyone's mind.

Han Muye's sword was far beyond the power he should have.

The Seventh Sword Pavilion has this combat power, and that sword pavilion has been unified for three days.

In the distance, Bai Yuming, who was flying away, changed his face and flew away.

Around him, the other sword cultivators also turned around and left.

The power of the sword pavilion.

That is the power of the sect's kendo. If there is a sword pavilion fighting with people, it is natural to go.

It's just that they don't know who the besieged person is.

Han Muye smashed the formation with one sword, and his aura became stronger and stronger.

Now that this sword is out, there is no need to keep it.

On him, the sword light slowly turned into a line.

"He has killing intent!"

"A full blow, we can all die if we can't stop it!"

"Jian Xiu kills intent, fight to the death, fight to the death!"

In an instant, sword light, spiritual light, formation, talisman, every great cultivator went all out.

Around Han Muye, the void was directly shattered, turning into a black hole of spiritual energy.

This is the result of the explosive power being too strong, and the space here cannot accommodate it.

With such a blow, even Daozu couldn't stop it!

In this world, no one can stop this blow!

At this moment, the great power outside the world, witnessing Daozu, the surrounding powerhouses, all of them stared at Han Muye, who was wrapped in a black void.

certain death.

It's a pity for such an unparalleled talent.

He could have never died.

Things in the world are really impermanent.

Everyone felt this emotion in their hearts.

No one would have imagined that such a great swordsman, a genius who was in charge of a party's general situation, would fall here like this.

Bai Yuming looked at Han Muye, who was surrounded by a black halo, with a complicated expression on his face.

He admired Han Muye.

Whether it's Han Muye's kendo cultivation, or his attitude of presiding over the trade of treasures, it's the performance of a true powerhouse.

Such a strong man of this sect with excellent temperament and talent, did not expect that he would end up here in the end.

"Pity……"

Bai Yuming whispered.

In the distance, the magic light vibrated.

Heavenly St.

It is a pity that even if the Great Sage Tatian comes, he is unable to rescue him.

Hundreds of Xianyuan world powerhouses shot together, the power of gathering has shattered the void, who can save this power?

Zhao Zhenghe, who was hiding not far away, looked complicated.

He gripped the hilt of the sword in his hand, but did not move.

He has self-knowledge.

Numerous spiritual thoughts intertwined in the void, almost causing the spiritual energy to vibrate, and all the Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist struggle shouted.

"Unfortunately, Han Muye is the strongest genius this Daozu has ever seen." Someone whispered regretfully.

"Hehe, no matter how strong the genius is, it's only a matter of life. Is there still a few geniuses I've seen?" Someone sneered.

"If he can still live this time, Ben Daozu - fuck me!"

"what is that!"

"Crazy, what did I see..."

"This sword, this sword..."

Under everyone's attention, Han Muye stabbed a sword out of his hand.

The sword light has a hint of blue.

The sword's edge shone with halo.

The sword sparked the surrounding aura, as if it was about to break through the confinement of heaven and earth, and the suppression of the black hole.

But how powerful can this fluttering sword be?

Indeed, this sword has no power.

This sword only contains a trace of the power of time!

The sword light flashes, and the time goes back!

A sword stabbed out, the void was restored, and all the attacks were retreated to the time when the void was not broken.

Holding a sword, Han Muye paced, slowly stepping out of the fixed attack range, and then stood a hundred meters away.

"boom--"

The time frame is over.

Everything is as before.

The only thing that changed was that Han Muye was standing a hundred feet away, and the clouds were calm.

Kendo, control time.