Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Patriarch?

Han Muye nodded.

This is what he was waiting for.

Beside Han Muye, the young man also nodded.

With a smile on Zhang Yu's face, he raised his hand and stabbed the portrait in front of him with a sword.

Above the portrait, a beam of sword energy knocked away the sword edge, splitting the Zhang wide gate.

In the courtyard, there was a trace of sword energy flashing.

A series of cyan steps protruded from the gate.

Zhang Yu turned around with a serious look on his face.

"Whether you can get the approval of the patriarch and the inheritance of swordsmanship depends on your talent and good luck."

After finishing speaking, he took a step back and bowed slightly towards the gate ahead.

Han Muye tidied up his clothes, cupped his hands towards Zhang Yu, then stepped out and stood on the stone steps.

Stepping on the stone steps, Han Muye could feel the power of the sword art from the stone steps rushing towards him.

This power pierced his heart like a sword light.

It had been a long time since I had this feeling of confronting a master of swordsmanship.

He felt his blood boil.

This feeling is very similar to the appearance of sword energy entering the body when stepping into the sword pavilion.

Behind him, the young man who fought against Han Muye stepped up the stone steps, his face paled slightly.

"My name is Xu Cheng, remember, I am the senior brother."

Xu Cheng whispered in his mouth, and stepped out again.

A strong sword energy burst out from his body, and the sword in his hand continued to slash out, as if he was fighting someone.

Han Muye knew that Xu Cheng was fighting the sword energy that rushed into his body.

This confrontation process is the process of comprehending the way of swordsmanship.

Only by aligning with the sharpness of the sword, can the power of this sword energy be dissolved, and then transformed into one's own sword.

Xu Cheng's talent in swordsmanship was indeed extraordinary. In front of Han Muye, he stepped forward quickly, stepping up the stone steps step by step.

Every step he took, the sharpness and cold light on the long sword in his hand became stronger.

Ten steps forward, Xu Cheng was already surrounded by sword energy, and the sword intent was rising behind his back.

"Let's go."

Going up another step, Xu Cheng turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand was put away.

He moved lightly, stepping on the stone steps in front of him.

The sword power from the stone steps poured into his body, and was instantly dispelled by him.

This level of sword intent is nothing to him.

"tread--"

"tread--"

Step by step, Han Muye surpassed Xu Cheng in just a few breaths.

This speed made Xu Cheng's eyes widen.

"you--"

Xu Cheng whispered.

"Let's go." Han Muye said lightly, brushing past him.

As he walked forward, Han Muye could feel the sword intent conveyed by his feet becoming more and more fierce.

It seemed that this sword was intended to respond to his own provocation.

Han Muye looked up at the stone steps that seemed to have no top, and his foot speed was a bit faster.

Behind him, Xu Cheng gritted his teeth, held his sword, and chased him with all his strength.

Unfortunately, when he raised his head again, Han Muye was nowhere to be seen.

"This guy, is he so strong..."

Xu Cheng whispered to himself, a trace of frustration flashed across his face.

At this time, Han Muye's speed was extremely fast, and he had already stepped on thousands of stone steps.

On the stone steps, his clothes fluttered in the wind, like a fairy ascending to the sky.

Endless sword light lingered around him, and then condensed into a phantom of a long sword.

The sword light flickered, and every time it flickered, it was ten steps under his feet.

"boom--"

With a bang, a giant sword slashed down above his head.

The sword light was bright, with a powerful oppressive force, as if it wanted to cut his body to pieces.

Looking at Jianfeng, Han Muye raised his hand a little.

"when--"

The cyan sword energy collided with the edge of the giant sword, and then shattered.

The world in front of him directly smashed into a damaged place, and a golden light tore apart.

A golden gate appeared in front of him.

"I haven't seen a sword cultivator in the prehistoric universe for countless years..."

There was a voice in the courtyard, with sighs and emotions.

Han Muye stepped into the entrance hall, and saw an old man with white beard in green robe sitting upright in the empty hall in front of him.

This old man looks like the portrait hanging in the lobby of Lu Yuejian Gym.

Patriarch Lu Yue.

"Jianxiu Han Muye, a junior in the Great Desolate Universe, met Senior Lu Yue."

Han Muye bowed to Lu Yue in front of him.

In any case, this Patriarch Lu Yue is a senior figure who came here from the prehistoric universe.

"En." Lu Yue looked Han Muye up and down, then nodded and said, "It's really extraordinary, the sword intent is solid, the soul is clear, and the most rare thing is that the physical body has reached a level that I can't see through."

"I remember that in the prehistoric universe, only those overlord beasts had such bodies."

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he lowered his head slightly.

This one seemed to be a top player back then.

It's just that I don't know why there are only remnant souls left here.

As if seeing through Han Muye's thoughts, Patriarch Lu Yue smiled and waved his hands: "Do you think that I am a remnant soul?"

"Actually, this is just an imprint I left in Qingtianxiang's memory."

"Millions of years ago, I had already cut through the void, the Galaxy God Realm, and left this universe."

In the words of Patriarch Lu Yue, there was arrogance.

Slash through the void, shatter the Galaxy God Realm?

Han Muye looked up, and saw that Lu Yue's eyes were filled with endless brilliance.

"Since you are a junior sword cultivator from the prehistoric universe, why should I give you a big gift?"

"It depends on how much you can catch."

Patriarch Lu Yue's figure slowly dissipated, and his voice echoed in front of Han Muye.

"I remember that in the prehistoric universe, the only person in the world who could draw a sword in front of me cultivated a sword array."

"My sword is different."

Sword array.

The end of Han Muye's swordsmanship is to use the sword to form an formation, which will be transformed into a formation that cuts everything in the world.

Killing immortals, trapping immortals, and absolutely immortals.

The combination of three swords and one more sword is the most tyrannical sword formation in the world.

"boom--"

Above Han Muye's head, a beam of sword light condensed.

In this sword light, a sword shadow that was so huge that it seemed to shatter the galaxy in an instant slashed down.

This sword can't stop it!

In Han Muye's divine treasure and mind, three sword lights directly emerged, turning into three long swords soaring to the sky, intertwined and twirling continuously.

But this sword array couldn't stop the sword above his head.

The sword light left by Patriarch Lu Yue can actually cut through the rules of the void.

What kind of sword is this?

In Han Muye's life, there are countless swordsmen who are strong in the way of the sword, and there are countless cultivation talents, and none of them can cut such a sword.

What prehistoric level, cosmic level, in front of such a sword, is a joke.

This kind of sharpness of swordsmanship can be called invincible!

This is the sword cultivator!

Han Muye's eyes burst into endless expressions, and he raised the sword in his hand.

The sword in his hand was dark, revealing mystery and agility.

This is the sword transformed from his true spirit bone, a cosmic-level divine weapon that gathers all kinds of divine patterns.

This sword can enter the sword array.

As soon as the sword light moved, it merged with Killing Immortal, Trapping Immortal, and Absolute Immortal.

Four sword lights appeared, and the four directions were surveyed instantly.

The surrounding void is directly fixed.

"The power of the four elephants..."

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, raised his hand and pointed out, his whole body was full of sword light.

"It's not the power of the four elephants, but the formation of Heaven-Punishing Jedi!"

As his words fell, the four sword lights suddenly shattered and turned into a giant sword with a murderous intent.

The whole body of this huge sword is blue-gray, and countless divine patterns on it extend staggered to the edge of the sword.

The huge sword hanging across the sky collided with the severed long sword.

The roaring sound made Han Muye instantly lost.

At this moment, he seemed to be in the jungle of countless long swords.

Every sword light around him can cut through the world in front of him.

That sword carried a bright halo that caused the world to collapse.

He held out his hand, holding a sword.

"A certain man practiced swords at the age of three, killed people at the age of five, and only had swords in his life, so why..."

The sword light flickered, and the long sword shattered.

"I practice ten thousand ways in the world, but I am only obsessed with swordsmanship, unfortunately..."

The white hair is vast, and the lingering sound curls up.

"I have a sword, I can fight the gods, the sword comes—"

When the sword light collides with the fairy light, ants are ants after all.

"In this life, let's stop thinking about sword cultivation..."

Throwing away the sword, holding the pen, and changing clothes, there is only a broken sword hidden at the bottom of the bookshelf.

...

A sword is a story.

A sword is a life.

A sword is a sword cultivator.

Han Muye held a sword in his hand, and that sword spoke of endless regrets in the world.

Sword cultivators seem to be at ease, but in fact they are all shaken in their hearts.

"boom--"

The two swords above Han Muye's head collided and merged continuously, and finally turned into a pair of black and white long swords, intertwined and twirling.

Nothing in the world is perfect, just talk.

"I pursue countless universes, just to find the end of the sword path."

"Maybe one day I'm tired and will return to the wild universe."

"I don't know, at that time, there were still a few sword cultivators..."

Lu Yue's voice faded away.

Above Han Muye's head, the two long swords shattered.

The sword light scattered into his divine treasure.

Killing Immortal Sword.

Absolute Immortal Sword.

Trapped fairy sword.

There is also a green and white jade-colored long sword.

This sword does not have the killing intent that other swords should have, nor does it have a magnificent sword light.

This sword carries endless vitality.

"There is life and death in the sword."

Holding the black long sword in his hand, Han Muye whispered.

He turned his head and looked at the world behind him.

Over there, a young man with a sword in his hand was still walking quickly.

Unfortunately, he has no chance after all.

This world does not exist, where can I step into it?

Not only this world, but even the entire city is actually nothingness.

In front of Han Muye, all the scenes began to wither.

A big city slowly crumbled into dead silence.

The soldiers talking in low voices at the city gate.

Practitioners running fast on the street.

In the sword hall, Zhu Yangsheng was sitting on the stone steps of the courtyard.

Also, standing in the lobby of the sword hall, Zhang Yu looked up at the front.

Everyone, everything, is reduced to nothingness.

The only thing that didn't melt away was Xu Cheng standing on the stone steps with a trace of regret on his face.

"Hey, I thought, let's see the world again."

Xu Cheng whispered, and his figure changed.

"Back then, with the power of one person, Lu Yue Sword God chopped half of the Galaxy God Realm into pieces."

"The way of the sword that even the strongest in the universe cannot face directly."

Xu Cheng looked around regretfully, a layer of cyan battle armor appeared on his body, and the long sword in his hand turned into a light cyan spear.

Han Muye had seen this image before.

Seen from a piece of armor.

In the armor piece that Nalan Xu handed over to him, a cosmic level powerhouse was flying with a gun in his hand.

"My name is Xu Cheng, and I'm from God's Domain."

"When Lu Yue Sword God swept God's Domain back then, I was seriously injured and could only hide here to recuperate."

"I didn't expect anyone to find this place."

In Xu Cheng's hand, the blue battle gun was pointed at Han Muye.

The chill emanating from the spearhead directly froze layers of void.

"You know, it is impossible for me to let people know that I am cultivating here."

With a calm expression on Xu Cheng's face, he said lightly: "So, you can only die."

die.

The voice fell, and the spear stabbed out.

The void exploded directly, revealing black glare.

The point of the spear pierced out from the void, piercing Han Muye's chest.

Not a cosmic-level warrior, but already the pinnacle of a prehistoric-level warrior.

Han Muye directly raised the long sword in his hand, and chopped it down.

On the edge of the sword, forty divine patterns shine.

The power of the divine pattern merged with the sword light, and then hit the battle gun.

The battle gun only shook slightly, and Han Muye's figure receded backward.

cosmic class.

too strong.

Even if he has cosmic-level soldiers in his hands, the Primordial Battle Armor, and the power of the Primordial Overlord, he can barely block a single shot.

Han Muye looked serious.

He admitted that he underestimated the true combat power of the universe-level powerhouse.

"Om—"

Above his head, black and white swords emerged.

Lu Yue's sword of life, transformed by his own kendo, black, the sword of death.

The cycle of life and death is the pinnacle of the world's rules.

"Good means."

Xu Cheng shouted, and the spear stabbed out again.

The two swords above Han Muye's head slashed and stabbed, and each flew out.

The cut sword hit the spear.

The stabbed sword hit Xu Cheng.

On Han Muye's body, Qi and blood condensed into a beam of light. This blow was the condensation of his lifelong swordsmanship.

To fight against the universe class, of course we must do our best.

"boom--"

The sword light and gun point all dispersed.

Han Muye stood there with a pale face.

In front, Xu Cheng's figure disappeared.

"Haha, the way of the sword is really amazing."

"It's a pity that the deity's prey today is not you, otherwise, I don't mind having fun with you."

Xu Cheng's voice faded away.

Han Muye stood there, the sword light shining around his body.

In front of him, a group of golden light appeared and converged.

Stretching out his hand to hold the ball of light, surprise flashed across Han Muye's face.

This thing, he recognized.

Been in charge for a while.

Life and soul base.

The base of a great city.

Holding the base of the soul formation, the sword intent in his hand coincided with it.

There is a call from the base of the soul formation, and there is a desire.

Han Muye pondered for a moment, and poured endless soul power, sword power, and fairy spirit into this life soul formation foundation.

He has plenty of resources and is not afraid.

With the infusion of resources, the power in the base of the soul of life became deeper and stronger.

"boom--"

The surrounding sky shook, and the huge war elephant that was lying on the ground slowly got up.

Qingtianxiang.

This destiny soul array base is transformed by Qing Tianxiang's soul.

Looking at Qing Tianxiang who stood up, Han Muye sensed his thoughts.

"If one day you can go to the prehistoric universe, take me there."

"I want to see what the master said about the Great Desolation, what it really looks like."

"Even if the remnant soul collapses like this, I'm willing."

Qingtianxiang's soul has been turned into a formation foundation, and its body can only be regarded as an empty shell.

Just like a war puppet.

It is considered a refining item.

Even if this Qingtian Xiang can go to the prehistoric world, it is only this body.

It is impossible for the soul to merge with the body.

"good."

Han Muye nodded.

Below, the figure of Qingtianxiang dissipated, and then appeared at the foot of the dead boulder mountain.

The giant stone mountain was lifted up by the body of the war elephant, and it slammed into the space in front of it.

"Boom—"

The space was shattered, and in the void ahead, several divine beasts and prehistoric powerhouses surrounded Lu Zixu under Xu Cheng's command.

The void was shattered, and everyone turned their heads to look at the giant elephant rushing into it.

Also, Han Muye, who stood above the city with a sword shining on his body.

"Senior Lu, do you want to help?"

Han Muye raised his head and looked at Lu Zixu who was in a mess.