Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The wind helps the fire, and the fire starts thousands of miles!

Qi Mingyuan looked up and saw that the cyan long sword in Han Muye's left hand had turned into a stream of light, and the sword move was Jueyun.

Clouds gather and disperse, and the storm rolls around.

Before he could turn his head, a scorching heat burst forth.

Right in front of him, the cyan wind swirled into a fiery red streamer, the wind swept the clouds, and the flames shot into the sky!

Wind and fire go hand in hand, and sword intent blends together!

Qi Mingyuan only felt a huge shock in his heart, and there was a layer of enlightenment that was about to clear the clouds and see the sun.

This is the third-level artistic conception of Jueyun!

In an instant, he felt that he was in the boundless wasteland, with flames rising into the sky around him, and all the way out was blocked.

If you don't rush, you will die!

"Kuraga-"

The long sword was unsheathed, and he handed it out, causing a gust of wind.

Dang cloud.

This is sword intent.

"boom--"

The wind is rolling in the sky, and the flames burst!

A sword swaying the clouds, not only failed to suppress the fire, but let the fire clouds fill the sky!

In front of Qi Mingyuan's eyes, there was nowhere to hide in Wanli Huoyuan. He sighed and closed his eyes as he retracted his sword.

It turns out that the wind is to help the fire.

At this moment, he just understood why Han Muye said that Ling Jue Sect had a shallow background.

Ling Juezong's swordsmanship is only a minor, not a real killer move!

He is a strong person in the situation. Before this storm, he could only hold his hands.

The wind and fire dissipated, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

The sword light in Han Muye's hand dissipated, and the sword intent was put away.

It's not that I really want to kill a master of the situation, there is no need to waste precious sword intent.

His voice sounded in Qi Mingyuan's ear: "Senior, do you understand, Jueyun or Dangyun are just an auxiliary swordsmanship."

"If you want to step into the third level, you need to practice another water and fire swordsmanship."

"Understand this method, and the day when Ling Juezong's blue sky rises is not far away."

"I want Qi Tao to come to Jiuxuan Jianmen, do you understand what it means?"

Han Muye said that Ling Juezong's background is shallow, and Zhenzong's swordsmanship is only a minor in swordsmanship.

Han Muye asked Qi Tao to come to Jiuxuan Jianmen, not only to practice, but also to prevent Ling Juezong's strength from improving. If he has the heart of betrayal, he can be used as a proton.

Qi Mingyuan opened his eyes and nodded, looked at Han Muye, and said solemnly, "Don't worry, little friend, I, Ling Juezong, will never betray the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

Han Muye laughed lightly and said to himself, "Some things, who can explain clearly..."

Qi Mingyuan opened his mouth, glanced at the towering sword pavilion, and said in a low voice, "Okay, I will let Qi Tao worship at Jiu Xuan Sword Gate, and he will not be allowed to return to Ling Jue Sect for ten years."

"I'm just curious, why is it a fire vein?"

"As far as I know, the fire pulse of the Nine Profound Sword Sect seems to have declined."

Han Muye looked at him and said, "It is precisely because the fire pulse is waning that he will have the opportunity to choose to leave in ten years."

"If he goes to the water line, and there is an ancestor in charge, in ten years, whether he will return to Ling Juezong will be discussed."

Jiuxuan Jianmen Jinmu, Water, Fire, Earth and Five Vessels are inherited. Among them, the ancestors of Fire Vessels betrayed. Although there are many masters of Earth Vessels, there are no top masters.

The remaining three veins, Jinmu Shui, each vein has the top powerhouse, forming a golden core, half-step Nascent Soul.

With such a strong person in charge, Qi Tao is not so free to want to leave after ten years.

What's more, with such a strong lineage in charge, there is no shortage of resources, and Qi Tao may not be willing to leave after ten years.

Qi Mingyuan nodded.

After Han Muye's guidance, he realized that he had realized the third-level method of Absolute Cloud, and he didn't stay any longer.

Watching Qi Ming go away, Han Muye looked into the distance.

He can comprehend the law of wind and fire, and the masters in the fire vein can naturally comprehend it.

Su Yuan, the fire master who led the expedition against the Three Qin Sword Sect, has already learned the Five Profound Swordsmanship to start a prairie fire, right?

With this swordsmanship, it is not impossible for the fire veins of the Nine Profound Sword Sect to revive.

Liao prairie, end the cloud, swing the cloud.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and the sword light flashed in his hands.

Qingming in the left hand, the situation is absolutely turbulent!

The purple flame in the right hand, setting a prairie for thousands of miles!

Jueyun and Dangyun swordsmanship merged, and the swordsmanship changed in an instant, becoming no less than the existence of Wuxuan swordsmanship.

Liaoyuan Swordsmanship is also the Five Mysteries.

The five mysteries are matched with the five mysteries, and the wind and fire will start a prairie for thousands of miles!

The endless sword light turned into wind and fire, as if it was about to rush out of Han Muye's body!

That hurricane!

That fire is blazing!

If this sword succeeds, it will be a great trend!

Han Muye's eyes showed endless pride!

Just after a breath, his complexion turned pale, the sword energy of the two long swords dissipated, and with a loud noise, he flew back to the sword pavilion.

"The general trend of wind and fire is really not easy to display."

"Swords, hehe..."

Whispering softly, the pale Han Muye's eyes did not diminish.

Jueyun and Dangyun merge together, cooperate with the Five Profound Swordsmanship to start a prairie fire, and achieve a general trend of wind and fire, turning it into a supreme swordsmanship.

It's a pity that even if I know the method of condensing sword power, my cultivation base and physical body are too weak to use it.

In other words, the price to pay is too high to be worth it.

But you have already grasped it, and you are afraid that you will not use this sword?

...

"Hey, that big gold lord, senior, is gone? Don't you leave a piece for a meal?" Lu Gao, who returned with various meals, looked around, with a trace of regret on his face.

Lin Shen looked around, his expression solemn.

He is much more advanced than Lu Gao, and can feel the sword intent that has not dissipated before this sword pavilion.

And that kind of power that made his heart tremble.

Could it be the legendary swordsmanship?

Han Muye shook his head, brought out the small wooden table, and placed the food.

"Elder, do you want to eat a piece?"

He looked up at the third floor of the Jiange Pavilion.

Lu Gao paused when he reached for the chicken leg, his face stiffened.

"no need."

The voice of the elders of the sword pavilion came.

Lin Shen raised his head and looked at the open window on the third floor of Jiange Pavilion.

The Jiange elder, the existence comparable to the three ancestors of Jiu Xuan Jianmen, is actually so approachable?

Elder Jiange, will he really respond?

Han Muye unceremoniously took away the drumstick that Lu Gao was aiming at.

He displayed his sword intent in front of the gate of Jiange, and the elders of Jiange were of course aware of it.

Even his many small actions, the elders of the sword pavilion can also probe.

It's just that in the eyes of strong men like Elder Jiange, these are just tricks, it doesn't matter.

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In the evening, Huang Laoliu returned happily.

Besides Lu Qingping, there was also Lin Yuxia.

The very discerning Lu Gao not only brought more meals back, but also borrowed a large table from the dining hall and carried it back.

There are not many people in the dining hall who are willing to pay for extra meals. Lu Gao is now the golden thigh of the dining hall. Borrowing a table is a trivial matter.

Under the setting sun, the golden sword pavilion shines brightly.

Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping sat together with their backs to Jiange, and Lin Shen sat aside with his sister.

Han Muye and Lu Gao were on each side and surrounded a square table.

"This meal is quite rich. Brother Lu spent a lot." Han Muye looked at the table full of dishes and said with a smile.

"Small things, small things." Lu Gao grinned.

Today is a mid-grade spirit stone, so what is the meal at this table?

Lu Gao stretched out his hand and suddenly raised his head to look at Han Muye next to him.

Han Muye laughed and shouted at the top of his voice, "Elder, eat a piece?"

Huang Laoliu shivered with fright.

Fortunately, there was no response from upstairs.

Everyone was no longer polite and stretched out their hands.

Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia didn't falter either.

"Second brother, is it the opponent you asked Senior Brother Zhao to arrange for me? Are they all so weak?" Lin Yuxia turned to look at Lin Shen while eating.

Lin Shen was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head to look at Han Muye, who was facing him.

Han Muye laughed and concentrated on the food in front of him.

"So, my two opponents are also specially arranged?" Lu Qingping stopped and looked at Huang Lao Liu.

"That, this..." Huang Lao Liu blushed, but he didn't know how to explain it.

In front of Lu Qingping, he couldn't tell a lie.

"Hey, Brother Zhenxiong, I told you, I just want to have a good game, fight for some resources for my Qingfengguan, and then I will accompany you back to Jinyang." Lu Qingping's expression darkened slightly, and she shook her head gently.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was instantly dull.

Lin Shen turned his head and glanced at Lin Yuxia.

"What, Huang Zhenxiong, are you not a sword watcher anymore?"

At this moment, a voice sounded in the sword pavilion.

Everyone's expressions changed and they got up quickly.

Elder Jiange!

"The food is good."

"Didn't Han Muye call me to eat? Why didn't he wait for me?"

"No wine, fortunately I brought it."

When Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping sat down, the white-haired Jiange elder raised his hand and a small jug appeared.

"Sit down."

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