Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"After a hundred breaths, the sword energy in the whole body is exhausted. If you want to condense, you need another 100%."

One more time?

Han Mu's ambition was clear, that was impossible.

When the sword qi is exhausted, it is equivalent to dissipating all the strength of the body and turning into an ordinary person. How could it be possible to live another life?

Even if he can live for another 10 years, I am afraid that he will not be able to condense that kind of sword energy.

That is to say, the swordsman in the sword pavilion will only be able to reach the Heaven of Hundred Breaths after a year, ten years, and a period of time.

For a period of time, he will fight for the glory of this hundred breaths.

Looking at Huang Laoliu in front of him, seeing his expression, Han Muye said softly, "Sixth brother came to Jiange for this reason?"

Huang Laoliu was shocked, and then nodded lightly.

"Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm."

"I once boasted in front of people that I will reach the heaven in this life."

"Even if it is Hundred Interests, that's the realm of heaven, isn't it?"

Huang Lao Liu laughed, lowered his head, turned around and wiped the long sword.

Is it worth it to cultivate for a lifetime?

Han Muye looked at Huang Laoliu's back and did not speak.

In life, there should always be some pursuits, right?

Then, when you come to this world, what are you asking for?

Turning his head, he saw the swords on the wooden frame in front of him.

Each of these swords seems to be calling him.

sword?

sword!

In Han Muye's mind, the image of Tao Ran's ancestor slashing a prairie with a sword.

Come here to practice the world, isn't it just to master such power?

With a long sword in hand, this side is not in vain!

For a while, Han Muye only felt that his body was full of energy.

The sword energy in the body surged instantly, as if to rush out of the body.

The entire first floor of the sword pavilion, 30,000 swords, all made a faint sound of vibration.

Huang Laoliu held the trembling long sword in his hand with a hint of doubt on his face, and looked up at the second floor.

"Is this ancestor refining the Nine Profound Sword?"

...

Han Muye didn't go to rest, but picked up the sackcloth and wiped the swords again.

At this time, he could feel the joy on every sword he started.

Gently stroked the long sword, he could still feel a hint of shyness from the sword's edge.

As if being touched gently by a loved one.

Unconsciously, a trace of aura penetrated into Han Muye's body.

And in his illusory space, there was also a trace of sword energy leaking out, following his palm, pouring into the long sword in his hand.

At this moment, Han Muye could feel the tremor from the long sword in his hand.

It was like an indescribable joy.

Double repair?

These two words flashed in Han Muye's mind.

As soon as the word appeared, the swords in the entire first floor of the sword pavilion shook.

Huang Laoliu had a dazed look on his face, and muttered, "What happened to the ancestor? Did you eat the Dabu Dan?"

...

After wiping three thousand swords a day, the sword energy hit, Huang Laoliu's face was pale, his body was shaky, he took a few sips of wine and went to sleep.

Han Muye lay on the wooden couch, closed his eyes, his mind fell into the emptiness and illusion, watching the countless sword qi lingering and intertwining in it.

Because seeing Huang Lao Liu was too tired, Han Muye wiped a lot more swords.

On this day, he harvested nearly 2,000 sword qi.

Several of them are thick and thick, one-tenth of the purple flame sword.

At this moment, two thousand sword qi wandered in the illusory space, seeming to be extremely happy.

Apart from these sword qi, Han Muye also learned a lot of sword skills.

Thirty-one types of Xuanyuan swordsmanship.

Thirteen types of one profound swordsmanship.

Two Profound Swordsmanship Three.

A kind of Three Profound Swordsmanship.

As for the Three Profounds, there is only the Five Profound Swordsmanship, Liaoyuan.

enough!

The Five Profound Swordsmanship is equivalent to the ancestors of the Core Formation Realm to be able to display their power.

He has already mastered this kind of swordsmanship early, but he is still not satisfied?

Lying on the wooden couch, Han Muye grinned lightly.

With a sword qi and mastering dozens of swordsmanship, do you count yourself as a swordsman?

...

When he woke up early the next day, Han Muye found a short sword on his couch.

The sword was no more than two feet eight inches long, and the azure light was shining.

Reaching out to grab the hilt of the sword, Han Muye was slightly taken aback.

Purple inflammation.

This is yesterday's rusted and mottled ancestor's sword, Zi Yan.

It's just that the Ziyanjian at this time has completely changed, and if it is an outsider, it will never be recognized.

The body of the sword was ordinary, but when he held the hilt, Han Muye could feel the blazing fire in the body of the sword, which reflected the sword energy in his body.

Warm breath spread from arm to body.

"You are, want to follow me?"

Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye walked into the small courtyard with his sword and began to practice with his sword.

Dozens of swordplays flashed between his blades.

The sword light was suddenly dignified, suddenly gentle, sometimes fiery, and sometimes icy cold.

With so many different situations and different strengths of swordsmanship, if outsiders practiced swords like this, the meridians of the body would have been destroyed into rags long ago.

But in Han Muye's hands, these swordsmanships can be freely changed and swayed without any obstruction.

The various sword qi in his illusory space kept changing and wandering in his meridians along with his swordsmanship.

This feeling is very comfortable.

Huang Lao Liu came to the small courtyard to look at it for a while, then shook his head.

He couldn't understand what Han Muye meant by waving his sword there.

Of course, he wouldn't dissuade Han Muye either.

From Huang Laoliu's point of view, Han Muye only had less than three months to live, so just let him toss.

No one came to Jiange in the morning, so Han Muye pestered Huang Laoliu to talk about various anecdotes in the cultivation world.

Huang Laoliu has been in the sword pavilion for more than seven years. He has been hanging out in the Jiu Xuan sword gate, and he has heard a lot of stories about the cultivation world.

For example, in the Western Border, how many kendo cultivation sects are there, which Jiu Xuan Jianmen does not deal with, and which is an ally.

And in the Western Borders, who is the highest cultivation base, and which sect likes to make a stumbling block behind.

True or false, like a parent in the cultivation world, Han Muye listened with relish.

He felt that this world of practice was also full of human and vulgar desires, and the world was in turmoil.

After talking about the cultivation world, Han Muye pestered Huang Laoliu to talk about the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Huang Laoliu yawned, but he couldn't resist Han Muye's entanglement, so he had to tell him about the elders, the lineage, and the elites in the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

"As long as you don't offend these people, we don't need to see anyone's face in the door."

"Anyway, we have a bad life, and there is nothing to be afraid of."

Yawning and standing up, Huang Laoliu shook his head and said, "I'm going to bed. I wiped the sword yesterday, but it hurt my vitality."

Speaking of which, he turned to look at Han Muye, with a hint of curiosity on his face: "Why do you look so good?"

Indeed, at this time, Han Muye's face was rosy, and he was not at all tired at all.

You must know that he was only injured by the sword qi yesterday, and he was half dead.

Han Muye was puzzled by what he said.

"Maybe it's because the young people have a good foundation." Before Han Muye could figure it out, Huang Laoliu had already figured out the reason.

"When I receive my salary next month, I will also make a solid pill to make up for my body."

As Huang Laoliu spoke, he turned back to his quiet room.

Han Muye shook his head, stood up, and came to the wooden stand where the long sword was placed.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of a long sword and pulled it out gently.

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