Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

201 Huanglao Liuhua Demon Slays Demons (3/3)

Chapter 201 Huanglao Liuhua Demon Slays Demons (33)

It is true that Master Tu Sun is the second level of the Nascent Soul of the Heaven Realm, and it is not bad that his combat power can leapfrog the ranks.

But with Tu Sunshixiu's combat strength, he still couldn't really hurt Hu Zixu at the third level of Nascent Soul.

But with the help of Han Muye's condensed sword, Master Tu Sun has the strength to kill the Nascent Soul Triple Layer.

In a sense, the sword condensed by the Xuanyang Jue contains more power than magic weapons.

Of course, it is not known whether there is a real magic weapon in Xijiang.

Hearing Hu Zixu's call, Feng Hanxiao moved, knocked away the entanglement of Lu Hao and the others, and swung his long knife towards Han Muye.

"If you want to kill my disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, have you asked me, the Supreme Elder of the Nine Profound Sword Sect?"

Lu Hao shouted loudly, and the golden core flew out from the top of his head, and then exploded.

Self-shattering golden elixir.

The power of Jin Dan's self-explosion caused the clouds to churn, he turned his head to look at Han Muye, without saying a word, he held the long sword and slammed into Feng Hanxiao's long knife.

"boom--"

Feng Hanxiao paused for a step, twisted his long knife, smashing all the cloud energy that Lu Hao had aroused.

At the peak of Jindan, a half-step heavenly realm overhaul, Lu Hao, fell.

"boom--"

On the other side, Master Tu Sun held a long sword and slashed down fiercely.

The black tiger demon Hu Zixu held a long stick in both hands in front of him, blocking the light of the sword.

With one blow of the sword, Hu Zixu was forced to move hundreds of feet away. Master Tu Sun raised his sword and cut it down again.

Here, the blocked Feng Hanxiao moved forward again.

This time, standing in front of him was Chang Yuanhe, the Supreme Elder of Fengling Sword Sect.

"Boy, don't die."

Chang Yuanhe said something to Han Muye, and without hesitation, he blew up his golden core.

Half step heaven.

Jindan overhaul.

Everyone left only one sentence and blew up the golden core.

Thousands of years of practice have turned into this moment of brilliance.

"does it worth……"

Standing where he was, Han Muye muttered to himself.

"Did you think they were saving you?"

Beside Han Muye, holding a light spirit jade fan, the girl with an indifferent expression said indifferently: "They are to protect the foundation of my practice in the western border."

The world is frozen, Luo Xiaoyu.

The direct heir of Zheng Wangyuan, the elder of Lingdao Sect.

"The foundation of my practice world in Western Xinjiang is not you, not me, not Senior Master Tu Sun, nor the tens of millions of practitioners below."

A spiritual light rose from Luo Xiaoyu's body, and the jade fan in his hand swayed the cold air.

"The foundation of the Western Xinjiang practice world is the courage to fight and the courage to die."

As soon as the words fell, she had already stepped forward with a cold streamer in her hand.

It's a pity that her attack couldn't even do a little damage to Feng Hanxiao.

The icy light shattered ten feet away from Feng Hanxiao.

The great monster of the third level of the Nascent Soul in the Heaven Realm is really separated from the mortal world, and exists far away.

Li San held the sword and stood beside Han Muye without saying a word.

Below, countless practitioners raised their heads and watched the big monks blew themselves up.

Watching the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness approaching Han Muye step by step.

"Dead, when he dies, I will activate the blood sacrifice power."

"I have to watch him die before I leave this world."

Tang Chi gritted his teeth and stared at the sky. There was joy and cruelty in his eyes.

There is a dark magic light wrapped around him.

Looking up at the sky, Huang Laoliu's face flashed with complex emotions.

Turning his head, he looked at Lu Qingping who was nervous.

Seeing Huang Laoliu looking at her, a smile appeared on Lu Qingping's pale face.

"Brother Zhenxiong, you go."

Lu Qingping squeezed Huang Laoliu's hand tightly, and then let it go gently.

"If," Lu Qingping lowered her head, said softly, "Don't worry, I will live well."

Huang Laoliu laughed, and stretched out his hand to caress Lu Qingping's white hair: "I didn't drink too much last night."

Lu Qingping was shocked all over, raised her head, her face flushed.

Huang Laoliu laughed loudly, holding a long sword, and stepped forward step by step.

"Brother Six!"

Someone from below exclaimed, and countless people looked up at Huang Laoliu.

Huang Laoliu looked back and said loudly: "Brothers, protect Sixth Sister-in-law for me."

He took a hundred feet and flew into the air, with endless magic lights rising from his body.

"Brother Six!"

Han Muye gritted his teeth and looked at Huang Laoliu.

He wanted to stop Huang Laoliu.

But urging the Sword of Sword Intent to help Master Tu Sun fight over the steps, he has already tried his best.

Huang Laoliu grinned.

"brother."

On Huang Laoliu's body, magic light intertwined and entangled, and many magic lines climbed his face.

His gray hair turned blood-colored.

The old face turned into a youthful appearance, matching the magic pattern, with a hint of evil coldness.

But his eyes are clear.

"Little Xuanzi, let's make a move."

Huang Laoliu whispered in his mouth.

The long sword in his hand pierced straight down.

It's not stabbing elsewhere, it's stabbing in his own chest.

Drops of dark blood fell down.

Below, Lu Qingping covered her mouth with tears streaming down her eyes.

"Use my blood to attract the spirit of the demon."

Huang Laoliu stretched out his trembling fingers, dipped in the black blood, and continued to draw.

In the void, there is a palpitating power surging.

"boom--"

Under Yunchao Ridge, the soaring magic light gathered on Huang Laoliu.

Then, endless golden light exploded from Huang Lao Liu's body.

The magic light wrapped Huang Laoliu into a set of black magic armor.

Huang Laoliu raised his head to the sky and screamed, the black halo on his body covered the sky.

Big devil!

This is a peerless monster.

This kind of power caused Tu Sunshi and Hu Zixu who were fighting on the sky to stop.

The power of magic energy has never been seen before.

In Huang Laoliu's hand, the sword light was solidified, and black magic lines wrapped around the sword body.

"To kill my brother?"

Raising his hand, his long sword slashed at Feng Hanxiao's head.

This sword aroused all the devilish energy in the sky and turned into a ghostly shadow. A mighty dragon roared and grabbed Feng Hanxiao's head with one claw.

Such power has surpassed everyone's imagination.

The big monster of the Nascent Soul triple layer couldn't even resist in front of this phantom dragon.

How powerful is this?

Feng Hanxiao turned into a ten-foot clouded leopard, and was swallowed by the magic dragon without even struggling a few times.

After swallowing the clouded leopard, the magic dragon turned around and looked at Master Tu Sun and Hu Zixu with its huge head.

The icy killing intent made the two of them look serious.

It is no more difficult for this demon dragon to kill them than to kill Feng Hanxiao.

Demons are demons.

The killing intent is monstrous.

Huang Laoliu turned his head and looked down.

The magic light on his body rose and flowed, and it seemed that he was about to be unable to suppress it.

Lu Qingping, who was protected by everyone, gently put down her hands and looked at Huang Laoliu quietly.

Huang Laoliu smiled, and the missing teeth had grown back at some point.

He flew and landed on top of the dragon's head.

The magic dragon lowered his head unwillingly, and carried Huang Laoliu to the place where the magic light rose below.

"After I leave this world, I will seal this space channel again with the power of the town."

"I can still keep my mind and soul clear for a hundred breaths. After a hundred breaths, I will leave the space channel."

"It will take a quarter of an hour to completely seal the passage here. If there are monsters coming from the passage, you should kill them with all your strength."

"I'm leaving."

Huang Laoliu waved his hand, controlled the magic dragon, and crashed into the endless magic light.

His voice paused, and finally came: "If I can still think of you, I will come back."

The magic light exploded, and the lingering sound curled up.

Huang Laoliu used his body as a great demon to suppress and kill the great demon of the Southern Wilderness.

Once practitioners become enchanted, most of them will be soaked in the spirit of magic in the end, and there will be no trace of clarity.

Huang Laoliu took advantage of Baixi's spirit to leave, because he didn't want to hurt everyone.

No matter how reluctant you are, you can only leave.

Seeing Huang Laoliu's body full of magic light, riding the magic dragon away, tears rolled down Lu Qingping's face again.

Up and down Yunchao Ridge, there was silence.

space channel.

The passage to leave the Profound Sky World.

After Huang Laoliu rushed into it, streaks of golden aura rose up, and the passage seemed to be slowly being blocked.

"Roar--"

In the sky, the big demon Huzi of the Yao clan turned into a ten-foot-long giant tiger and charged into the space channel.

As he rushed in, several black shadows rushed into the passage.

Huang Laoliu said that he would have a hundred breaths to clear the Ming Dynasty, and he would take action to seal the passage.

This passage will be sealed within a quarter of an hour.

To leave the Profound Sky World, there is only a quarter of an hour.

There are legends in the world of practice outside the Tianxuan world.

If you leave Tianxuan, you will live forever.

Such rumors have been circulating.

More figures rushed towards the passage.

No one wants to live forever.

Master Tu Sun moved and landed beside Han Muye.

The light from the sword in his hand dissipated, and the remaining sword intent fell on Han Muye.

"I want to go outside the Profound Sky World to have a look."

Master Tu Sun had emotion on his face, and his eyes shone with divine light.

"The swordsmanship I am so proud of, I thought it could be cultivated vertically and horizontally, but I just found out today that it is just a frog at the bottom of a well."

"Perhaps, beyond Tianxuan, there is something I am looking for."

Hearing his words, Han Muye nodded.

For a great cultivator like Master Tu Sun, isn't the pursuit of the peak?

I thought I was already at the peak, but I didn't expect there to be even higher.

This pursuit is the most motivating.

"Senior, if you leave, what will the Taiyi Sword Sect do?"

Han Muye spoke in a low voice.

Master Tu Sun is the number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, supporting Taiyi Sword Sect to become the number one sword school in Western Xinjiang.

Master Tu Sun left, and the position of Taiyi Sword Sect might be lost.

"Haha, that's their business."

Hearing Han Muye's question, Master Tu Sun laughed, and then looked at Han Muye with both eyes: "Boy, from now on, I'm afraid that Xijiang Sword Cultivator will be taken care of by you."

After working with Han Muye three times, Tu Sunshi saw Han Muye's talent and accumulation of swordsmanship.

Such characters absolutely suppressed the Xijiang swordsmanship.

Tu Sunshi chose to leave, it may be that he gave up the meaning of competing with Han Muye in the future.

"it is good."

With a calm expression, Han Muye answered softly.

it is good.

This sentence made Mr. Tu Sun laugh out loud.

This is the responsibility a sword repairer should have!

"gone."

Master Tu Sun shouted loudly, and his body crashed into the slowly fading beam of light.

Han Muye stood in front of the beam of light, his sword intent and aura restrained, watching quietly.

Someone rushed into the beam of light quietly, but he didn't stop him.

Huang Laoliu's ability to open this channel today is also an opportunity for practitioners in Western Xinjiang.

Where is the opposite side of the passage, and what will be encountered, it depends on chance.

"Hmph, Han Muye, I won't argue with you anymore."

"It's just the Nine Profound Sword Gate, you can play with it."

Tang Chi was filled with demonic energy, and looked at Han Muye with a long laugh, and led a group of men in black robes behind him, rushing into the beam of light.

Li San, who was standing beside Han Muye, put his hands on the hilt of his sword, but he didn't make a move after all.

The beam of light trembled, and the magic light flickered.

It's almost a quarter of an hour.

The passage leading to the outside of Tianxuan is about to be sealed off.

Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief.

"what--"

"Evil!"

"I don't want to die—"

At this moment, the beam of light vibrated, and Tang Chi, who penetrated into it, ran back with horror on his face.

He just flew out of the beam of light, and a thick white bone claw pierced through his back.

The blood-red heart burst with a bang.

Han Muye stepped forward, and sword energy shot up from his body.