Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Please tell me what's wrong with my swordsmanship?"

The one who stood in front of Han Muye was the young man who practiced swordsmanship before, but was told by Han Muye that he had practiced the wrong swordsmanship.

At this time, he stood in front of Han Muye by a zhang, his eyes were red, his teeth were gritted, and his hand was firmly pressed on the hilt of the sword.

Lu Qingping moved and stood in front of Han Muye.

In the Zhenling Treasure Shop, those people were crowded at the door and windowsill position, quietly sticking out their heads.

look.

"Senior Sister Lu, let me come."

Han Muye spoke lightly, then stepped forward.

Lu Qingping put her hand on the hilt of the sword and looked at the young man in front of her vigilantly. If this person dared to move, she would definitely draw the sword immediately.

Han Muye stood five feet in front of the black-clothed youth, then stretched out his hand and said, "Bring me the sword."

sword?

hand over?

The youth's complexion changed, and the expression on his face changed.

For a sword cultivator, the sword in his hand is life.

To hand the sword into the hands of others is to give life to the hands of outsiders.

"Okay, don't make fun of me." The young man lowered his face and slowly handed out the sword in his hand.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword.

"Kuraga-"

The long sword is unsheathed.

This sword is very light, and there are many traces of damage on the thin sword.

Holding the hilt of the sword, pictures flashed in Han Muye's mind.

Orphan, adopted by swordsmen.

Practicing the sword, getting the inheritance.

It is a pity that the inheritance of the swordsman was not completed, and he was intercepted.

The young man escaped with his life, bent on revenge.

With his incomplete swordsmanship, not only could he not be able to kill his enemies, but he was even constantly hunted down.

Fortunately, he had some adventures recently, found some treasures, and thought about changing to a long sword to improve his combat power.

This is the normal state of loose cultivation in the world of practice.

There are as many people in the world as dust, and it is already a lucky person to be able to step into the world of practice.

If you can worship in the sect, you can get the protection of the sect, and you can practice without worry. I am afraid that it is the blessing of the tenth generation.

After seeing the memories contained in the sword in his palm, Han Muye knew just now that Fei Hua, the sword technique mastered by the young man in front of him, was not complete.

It's not as complete as the sword moves he derived from his full-level comprehension before, and the lethality is not enough.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Han Muye turned his head.

On him, two pale red iron bull phantoms floated up.

Raising the long sword, he slashed straight to his side.

"what are you doing--"

The young man in black roared in panic, but his figure was blocked by the light of Lu Qingping's sword slashing diagonally. He could only watch his saber being slashed on the stone steps by Han Muye.

"when--"

The stone steps were split into pieces of gravel, and the long sword was also broken into two pieces.

After splitting this sword, Han Muye stretched out his hand and threw the broken sword that was only one foot in his hand at the young man in black.

The young man in black with red eyes grabbed the broken sword and rushed towards Han Muye.

It's just that Lu Qingping's sword light wouldn't give him a chance to hurt Han Muye. The sword light rolled and blocked him.

"Get out of the way!"

The youth roared loudly, and cut off his sword towards Lu Qingping.

The sword was only split, and he just remembered that the sword was broken.

Subconsciously, he made a swipe with his foot, and his figure was two feet closer to Lu Qingping's side, and then he broke the sword and stabbed out again.

An inch is short, an inch is dangerous!

With a close stab, if Lu Qingping's long sword is provoked, it will definitely be able to pierce the black-clothed youth.

But the sword of the young man in black can also take off Lu Qingping's arm.

Lu Qingping frowned and took a step back.

The figure of the black-clothed young man followed, without leaving an inch, his hand interrupted the sword to draw an arc, and wiped it towards Lu Qingping's neck.

"His next strike will turn left."

Just when Lu Qingping was about to use his sword to block, Han Muye suddenly made a sound.

Lu Qingping didn't hesitate, and the long sword was drawn to the left side of the body.

At this moment, the young man in black really moved, floated out from Lu Qingping's left side, and handed a sword again.

"Pay attention to the three-point sweep under the ribs in the next sword."

"behind."

"This sword is false."

...

Han Muye spoke lightly, and Lu Qingping followed the sword, calmly resisting the attack of the youth in black, with light steps and smooth movements.

But at this time, everyone's attention was not on Lu Qingping, nor on Han Muye.

Everyone looked at the young man in black with the sword light like a shooting star and a body like a butterfly wearing a flower.

His broken sword, which is only over a foot, is strange and agile, and his body is erratic. Every sword has antelope's horns, shining like a galaxy.

A loose cultivator, with a broken sword, suppressed a sect disciple.

This picture is so incredible.

"Why do I think this Broken Sword is the most suitable for this guy..." The shopkeeper with half his head stuck out in the Zhenling Treasure Shop muttered.

The others beside him nodded silently.

This broken sword is actually in line with the swordsmanship of the black-clothed youth.

"In the next strike, he is going to throw the sword and spin, this is the ultimate move of this sword technique." Han Muye suddenly shouted loudly.

Lu Qingping took a step back when she heard the sound, the spiritual energy around her body turned into a light curtain, and the blue sword energy floated on the long sword in her hand.

Condensation period.

Aside from Zhang Xu, the young man in black held a broken sword, his face was full of pain.

He had seen the trick Han Muye said before, but he couldn't use it.

Because he did not grasp the essence of it.

His arms trembled and he looked up at Han Muye.

"You, why do you know this..."

"You, do you know my foster father?"

Han Muye shook his head and said softly, "Your swordsmanship shouldn't be so steep, but more agile and light."

"As for that last move, when you trust your sword, you can do it."

After Han Muye finished speaking, he walked straight forward.

Lu Qingping returned his sword to its sheath and followed behind him.

The young man in black kept twitching, he suddenly turned around and looked at Han Muye's back: "I'm going down to Tang Yunhao, can you tell me your name?"

Han Muye waved his hand and left.

"Is this the inner disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect?" In front of the shop, an old man with gray hair looked into the distance, his face full of sighs.

"This is the Western Border Sect..."

"As expected of the third of the four major sword factions in the Western Border, an inner disciple can actually have such means, powerful, powerful."

Before Zhenlingbaopu, all kinds of discussions slowly boiled over.

The might of the Nine Profound Sword Sect was once again displayed in front of everyone.

Tang Yunhao held his hand to cut off the sword, lowered his head, walked through the crowd in a few steps, and disappeared into the market.

"That, shopkeeper He, I want the Japanese wind sword that Jiu Xuan Jianmen senior brother commented on just now."

"Qingxue sword, how many spirit stones do you sell? Tell me the actual price, the senior brother has already said that this sword is too brittle."

In the Zhenling Treasure Shop, several practitioners gathered around the shopkeeper's side, making the shopkeeper's face lighten by three points.

Today's business is on fire.

...

At this time, Han Muye, who had already reached the gate of Fangshi, suddenly stopped and turned to a roadside stall.

There, there are several swords.

"How do you sell this sword?" Han Muye pointed at a sword that was less than three feet tall.

"Daoist friend's eyesight, I only received this sword yesterday. It cost a thousand spirit stones in total. If Daoist friend likes it, I-"

Before the black-robed old man who sold the sword had finished speaking, Han Muye had already placed eleven middle-grade spirit stones on the stall, grabbed the long sword, turned to look at Lu Qingping and said, "Senior Sister Lu, let's go back."

Although Lu Qingping wondered why Han Muye bought a sword at the roadside stall, he didn't ask any further, nodded and walked out of Fang City.

After finding the carriage, the speed of turning around Jiuxuan Mountain was much faster than when it came.

For half an hour, the mountain gate of Jiu Xuan Jianmen was already in sight.

"call out--"

In the sky, a stream of light streaks across the sky, shining like stars, illuminating the sky.

Yujian flew into the air.

"Jiuxuan Sword Sect attacked the Three Qin Sword Sect, Keqing Elder Wan Jian, the ancestor of the Three Qin Sword Sect, killed Wang Liang, the realm elder of the Three Qin Sword Sect with one sword, seized the spiritual weapon and sword and returned to the ancestral—"

"Jiu Xuan Sword Sect attacked the Three Qin Sword Sect, and the Sword Battle Hall broke through the Nan Yuan branch of the Three Qin Sword Sect, seized six half-spirit swords and sent them back to the Sword Pavilion—"

"when--"

"when--"

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bronze bell rang.

Welcome sword into the pavilion.

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