Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Thousands of Swords Return to the Sect!

Han Muye clenched his fists and stood at the bow of the boat.

That is Master Mo Yuan.

The ancestor of Wanjian.

With the cultivation base of condensing qi, with a sword intent, condensing thousands of sword qi, shaking a radius of ten miles, the sword is out of the sky.

This sword is called Wanjian Guizong.

This sword is very strong.

But it is by no means the opponent of Mu Tieyang, the supreme elder of the Tailingjian Sect and the powerhouse with complete formation of core.

Han Muye knew why Mo Yuan made this sword.

In order to pay back the grace of Jiu Xuan Jianmen for two hundred years.

It is the last journey for the elders of Hujiange.

In order to be able to return to the sect with ten thousand swords and ask for advice from the half-step heaven.

Also to let the world know that mortals of my generation can fight the heavens with mortal swords!

"Thousands of swords return to the sect." Han Muye whispered as he watched the long sword move forward.

"Wan Jian returns to the ancestry?" Bai Suzhen's eyes were shining brightly, she tiptoed slightly and looked into the distance: "Is that the ancestor of Wan Jian?"

"What a style of ten thousand swords returning to the sect!" Shopkeeper He had aura surging on his body, staring at Mo Yuan, who was walking forward with his hands behind his back: "My generation is practicing, that's how it should be."

Bai Suzhen nodded.

Although the peak of the situation is ahead, it is unyielding and forward with a sword.

This is it, Jian Xiu!

"boom--"

Before the giant sword, a bronze sword light rose up.

The sword light is simple, yet has a grandeur that makes it difficult to look directly at it.

That sword is scary.

The cold and cold sword light dyed the afterglow of the sunset into ice blue.

The sword light collided with the illusory giant sword, and the sound of the sword sound resounded through the world.

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Ten breaths.

After ten breaths, with a long sigh, the illusory giant sword shattered, and Mo Yuan's figure was reversed and fell down.

"It's weak after all." Shopkeeper He shook his head and said regretfully.

weak.

That is the Half-step Heaven Realm, the peak of the Western Frontier. No matter how strong the swordsmanship of the ancestor of Wanjian is, it is powerless to resist.

To be able to reach ten breaths is already the limit.

The sword light condensed by the ancestor of Wanjian shattered, and the bronze sword light chased the ancestor of Wanjian and flew down.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and was about to fly out, when he suddenly stopped.

Behind him, Zi Yan and Qing Ming screamed.

In his sleeve, the flying sword sounded softly.

Beside him, on Bai Suzhen and Shopkeeper He, the sound of swords rang out.

It's not just them here.

Ahead, the sound of swords chirping, like the sound of the sky.

In a radius of a hundred miles, ten thousand swords roared!

All swords are as if they have met their own king, and they bow down with a long cry!

One after another sword light condensed into flying rainbows, traversing the world.

"Young Daoist Mo's sword is a good one. With a hundred years of concentrated study, you can cut the heavens."

An old voice sounded, and the voice overcame all the sword sounds.

Wearing a green robe, with white hair and beard, the elder of the Jiange Pavilion, who is as tall and straight as a sword, stepped onto the Jianguang Rainbow Bridge in one step, hanging in the void of a hundred feet.

He stretched out his hand and poked out in the void.

Mo Yuan's giant sword that was shaken away slowly congealed.

On that sword, there was a dazzling sword light.

"Gao Changgong, the sword pavilion of Jiu Xuan Jianmen, asks Tailingjian to send fellow Daoist Mu Tieyang to die."

The voice of the Jiange elders seemed to fall from the sky, and there was a roar in a radius of hundreds of miles.

This is the elder of the sword pavilion, the power of the Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm!

In this hundred breaths, he can fight against the heavens.

With his sword, under the heavens, he can be cut!

Han Muye stood at the bow of the boat, anxiety flashed on his face, but he couldn't move a bit.

"Boy, look good."

"This sword, the old man raised a child."

The voice of the Jiange elder sounded in Han Muye's ears, gentle, with a hint of relief, and incomparably proud.

The sword of divine soul in Han Muye's divine treasure vibrated, and he couldn't rush out.

He thought that by rushing to Luyuan Mountain, he could stop the sword pavilion elders from making this sword.

He thought that the sword of the soul in his divine treasure could replace the sword from the sword pavilion elders.

But standing here, he realized that this sword of his own soul, in front of the elders of the sword pavilion, is not even qualified to draw a sword.

A sword of the soul that is warm and nurtured, it is not as solid as the sword.

The sword raised by this Jiazi raises the spirit and spirit, and it is the general trend of killing with one sword!

"Okay, if you can take a sword from fellow Daoist Gao, you will have no regrets in life and death."

In front, an old man in a black robe held an ancient bronze sword in his hand, facing the elders of Jiange across the air.

The long sword in his hand pointed at the elders of the Jiange Pavilion, and on his body, the shadow of the mountains soaring to the sky floated.

Sword power!

Although illusory, it has become a half-step trend!

Half-step sword potential, the peak of the terrain.

Can this kind of combat power resist the Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm?

At this moment, everyone's eyes are on the two people in front of Void.

Not only this area is a hundred miles away, but also thousands of miles away, and countless people's minds have been pulled and landed on the battlefield at this time.

Today's sword will determine the general trend of the next century in Western Xinjiang, and determine the luck of the two great sects for a century!

Han Muye's eyes were fixed on the front.

At this moment, his mind slowly calmed down.

Just like Master Mo Yuan wants to make a sword, the elders of the sword pavilion have waited for countless years for this sword to come out!

Isn't the soul raising the sword for a period of time just to be able to fight against a strong man like Mu Tieyang and gain a share of luck for the general situation of the sect?

Cultivation, sword cultivation, and immortality, is killing, right?

Can kill half a step in the heaven, no regrets!

The moment Han Muye figured it out, all the suppressing power in him dissipated.

Ahead, the sword pavilion elder stabbed out with the sword in his hand.

The sword light is bright.

The sunset glowed past the sunset, as if the sky had turned upside down.

The sword's edge is cold and cold, and it seems to freeze a thousand miles of mountains and rivers in an instant, causing the vegetation to wither.

quick.

This sword, in the blink of an eye, was faster than a meteor.

"when--"

The sound of swords clashing sounded.

This voice seems to be in my ear, and it seems to be thousands of miles away.

The sword light dimmed, and the setting sun disappeared into the sky without knowing when.

In the void, there was a mourning sound of swords.

The elders of Jiange stood in the void, holding their hands still.

In front of him, Mu Tieyang, the Supreme Elder of the Tailingjian Sect, held a broken sword and pressed one hand on his chest.

"I can't go back to God..."

Mu Tieyang fell, and several figures rushed out from below to catch him.

No one spoke, and the disciples of the Tailingjian Sect flew away.

The sword energy around Elder Jiange began to dissipate, and his figure slowly fell.

Han Muye took a deep breath and said lightly, "If you and I are enemies in the future, I will let you go."

After he finished speaking, his figure moved, as if the sword light was flickering, and he had already rushed down the flying boat.

Above the flying boat, Bai Suzhen's eyes flickered and finally turned into a chuckle.

"This guy is quite interesting."

Beside her, Shopkeeper He turned his head to look, and then looked at Han Muye, who was flying down, but he didn't speak.

"Let's go, my people from Shangyang Demon Sect are here, and I will always leave a story behind." Bai Suzhen whispered, turning around and stepping into the cabin.

Shangyang Demon Sect, the second of the Nine Sects in the Western Border, and the leader of the Demon Dao in the Western Border.

Li Mubai, the sect master of Shangyang Demon Sect, is the number one master of Demon Dao in the Western Xinjiang, and is in the realm of heaven.

Shopkeeper He nodded, wrapped the flying boat with aura on his body, and whispered in his mouth: "Actually, this kid is really good..."

...

Han Muye flew down above the mountain, and there were flashes of warning lights, and he retreated.

He was wearing the clothes of the inner door of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, and there was no killing intent on his body.

Landing on the rock, Han Muye flew forward and strode to the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the inner disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect held swords to protect each other. In the middle, Mo Yuan, who was sitting down, stood on the bluestone and looked at the Jiange elders in the distance, and the fire elders Su Yuan in green robes. .

"Boy, how is my sword?"

The elder Jiange turned his head and looked at Han Muye who was running.

"Huanghuang Tianwei, a sword can sway the world's evil spirits and ghosts." Han Muye said loudly.

The elder of the sword pavilion laughed, and pointed his finger at Han Muye: "Are you here to see me draw this sword?"

Han Muye shook his head, stepped forward, looked at Mo Yuan, then raised his head and said, "I'm here to bring you back to the sword pavilion."

"Back to Jiange..." The expression on the elder's face changed, he turned around, and looked at the place where the last rays of the afterglow disappeared.

"Okay, back to the sword pavilion."