Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 203 Twenty-Nine Sword Intents to Seal Demons (23)

"Go to hell—"

The furious demon raised his hand, and the magic sword in his hand turned into a long spear.

Holding a long spear, the big demon charged towards Han Muye with endless devilish energy.

The space channel is about to be sealed off, and if this demon doesn't rush out, it will be locked down again.

Ten thousand years, he is not reconciled.

"Om—"

Han Muye raised his hand, and the phantom of the long sword infused with sword intent rose up.

The double swords lead the sword light, one style and ten thousand swords return to the clan, and knock the evil spirit back.

This style of ten thousand swords belongs to the sect, it can rival the heavenly realm!

Before the demon could turn around, Han Muye raised his hand, returning to the sect with a thousand swords.

The sword light is tyrannical, but still shining!

"boom--"

Demon, retreat again.

The female cultivator in a black robe whispered: "Is this the eighth sword intent, or the ninth?"

"boom--"

Another style of ten thousand swords returning to the sect.

"tenth."

"eleven."

Li San and Zhao Youzhi, who had rushed into the space passage and were about to fight to the death, just stared wide-eyed at Han Muye's two swords flying across the sky, and the sword light cut down.

What kind of swordsmanship, what skills, what strategies.

Can't stop the infusion of sword intent, the celestial pill explodes, and a thousand swords return to the sect.

The demonic powerhouse already has the fighting power of half a step of heaven, holding a magic treasure, and can kill three golden elixir with one blow.

But in this passage, in front of Wan Jian Guizong who was infused with sword intent by the erupting spiritual energy of Han Muye's Immortal Pill, he had no choice but to retreat.

One step back, one step back.

Before Wan Jian returned to the sect without reason, so what if he didn't retreat?

"madman."

"With so much sword intent in your body, do you think your lifespan is too long?" The black-robed male cultivator held the long sword tightly and stared at Han Muye.

But in her eyes, the light became more and more obvious.

"I don't believe you still have sword intent!" the demon roared.

"boom--"

The sword light fell.

"It's impossible for you to have sword intent anymore!" The demon's voice was hoarse.

"boom--"

Head on, another sword strike.

"Absolutely impossible, you can't—"

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

I don't know if it was the twenty-nine sword lights or the thirty sword lights.

The demon's body was shaken, and it hit the golden light curtain behind it, and was enveloped by the light curtain.

The light curtain pulled the demon's body and pulled it back.

The demon roared and struggled, holding a magic treasure spear, trying to rush out of the light curtain.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a majestic sword light slashed down. The sword light struck the demon's arm, severed his arm, and dropped the magic treasure.

The demon roared in pain, with endless unwillingness, endless aggrievedness, and endless resentment. His figure was pulled into it by the golden light curtain and disappeared into the passage.

Han Muye swept it away, and put the broken arm of the evil spirit and the magic treasure into the storage ring.

Around him, countless black-armored demons rushed over, trying to snatch the magic treasure.

Such treasures are fatally attractive to the demons.

"Canglang—"

With a soft sword cry, Zhao Youzhi slashed the broken sword with his left hand, directly tearing the bodies of the two black armored demons apart.

On the other side, Li San's sword flashed, and after the sword edge penetrated a black armored demon, it pierced the body of another black armored demon.

The sword lights of the two men seemed to be startled, and they directly emptied Han Muye's body.

"What a beautiful sword technique..."

The black-robed female cultivator walked forward, looking at the sword light around Han Muye's body, she was amazed.

"Let's go, the town will be closed soon, if you don't leave, you won't be able to go back."

The black-robed female cultivator looked at Han Muye, shouted loudly, then raised her hand, and swayed a sword light.

"Stab—"

The sword light was like a shadow, and disappeared in a flash.

"boom--"

Hundreds of black-armored demon figures exploded.

Slash hundreds of black armored demons with one sword!

What a domineering swordsmanship!

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on the sword in the nun's hand.

Xuanyang Sword.

The female cultivator turned and left, Han Muye took a deep breath, the remaining nineteen sword intents in the sea of ​​qi slowly gathered, the three sword pills in the dantian rotated, suppressed the churning spiritual energy, and followed quickly.

The others protected Han Muye and rushed out of the space channel where the spiritual light was thin and rippling.

When Han Muye and the others stepped out of the space passage, dozens of black armored demons chased them out.

Then, the space channel dissipated completely, and the beam of light disappeared.

The dozens of black-armored demons stood in place, looking at the surrounding mountains and plains, millions of practitioners in the western border, with blank expressions on their faces.

Demons also know to be afraid.

Han Muye was not interested in turning around and beheading those dozens of black armored demons.

He walked to the cliff of Yunchao Ridge with the men in black robes and the female cultivators.

Standing on the cliff, watching countless practitioners drown the Black Armored Demon, Han Muye smiled.

These ordinary practitioners, they don't know that they are wandering between life and death several times.

When the five heavenly monsters besieged Master Tu Sun, it wasn't for Han Muye's Soul Sword that helped Master Tu Sun destroy the demon, Yunchao Ridge in the western border had already fallen.

If it hadn't been for Huang Laoliu to destroy the three great monsters of Yuanying, and the two big monsters would defeat or kill Master Tu Sun, then the entire Yunchao Ridge on the western border practitioners would probably be bloody, and there would be no one in ten.

After the demon was born, Baili was suppressed with a roar of the demon.

These excited practitioners under the cliff had no idea that there were countless black-armored demons in the space channel.

If the tyrannical demon led these black armored demons to rush out of the space passage, all the practitioners all over the mountain would become blood-eating demons.

Sometimes, ignorance is a kind of happiness.

"Xuanyang Guard's duty is to protect Tianxuan, so that practitioners and mortals of Tianxuan can live in such a comfortable way." The black-robed male and female cultivators spoke in a low voice.

The female cultivator turned around and her eyes fell on Han Muye.

"Han Muye?"

"Guarding the Jiange of the Nine Profound Sword Gate?"

Han Muye nodded.

"I have been to Jiange by order of Wenxiang."

Han Muye was taken aback by what the female cultivator said.

He remembered the attention of Wenxiang when the sword energy was poured into the Xuanyang sword.

Unexpectedly, Wen Xiang would order someone to come to Jiange.

"If you practice the Xuanyang Jue, you will be qualified to become the Xuanyang Guard's reserve commander."

The female cultivator's eyes fell on Han Muye, and she said calmly: "I see your cultivation and combat strength, among the three hundred Xuanyang Guards' reserve commanders, you can rank about two hundred and fifty."

Han Muye didn't know whether the ranking mentioned by the female cultivator included his Ten Thousand Swords Guizong swordsmanship or not.

With ten thousand swords, he returned to the sect, driven by the sword intent, could reverse the half-step heavenly realm, suppress the evil spirits outside the realm in the space channel, and seal them off.

This kind of combat power can only be ranked one, two hundred and five?

"Don't think that you are good at fighting, you are the top among the young people in Xijiang, that's enough to be proud." Seeming to see what Han Muye was thinking, the female cultivator said lightly.

"Every one of the three hundred reserve commanders in Zhongzhou can fight across the ranks. It is not difficult for the top hundred to kill half-step Heaven Realm alone."

so strong?

That's it, or the reserve commander?

In the Xuanyang Sword that Xia Yi gave him, Han Muye had seen the tyranny of Zhongzhou.

But he didn't expect Xuanyang Wei to be so strong.

"Then, what about the official commander?" Han Muye asked curiously.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the female cultivator smiled slightly: "Do you know why the Southern Wilderness is attacking Western Xinjiang this time?"

"They were suppressed by Qian Yiming, the commander of Zhennan, so they had to break a back road and move west."

"A commander of Zhennan can overwhelm Nanhuang. How strong is an official commander?"

Speaking of this, the female cultivator flashed arrogance: "But he is not my second uncle's opponent, so he wants to win with military merit."

Uncle?

Han Muye thought of the news he found out from Xia Yi's Xuanyang Sword, and the news Taisheng Hu told him back then.

"Lu Yang, Butcher Lu?"

Han Muye spoke in a low voice.

The female cultivator looked curiously at Han Muye: "Do you still know the name of Butcher Lu?"

"My name is Lu Xiaoyun, and I am the eighteenth preparatory commander."

"Thirty years later, the new commander will compete for the position, remember not to be absent."

The female cultivator cast her eyes down, and suddenly smiled and said, "You don't mind if I kidnap a few of you?"

After finishing speaking, she moved and flew off the cliff.

Han Muye stood on the cliff without moving.

"Thirty years later, there will be a battle for the new commander of the Xuanyang Guard."

His current combat power can only be ranked at 250.

Clenching his fist lightly, Han Muye's blood started to boil again.

In his dantian, three sword pills vibrated, and in Shenzang, a small blue sword exuded sword lights.

It will be interesting to compete with the strong in Zhongzhou!

In the battle on Yunchao Ridge, I saw Master Tu Sun cutting the four heavens with one sword, seeing Huang Lao and the six demon dragons destroying the Yuanying three major demons with one blow, and seeing there is a world beyond Tianxuan.

In Xijiang, Han Muye felt that he would leave eventually.

...

Seven days later, the Lingdao Sect sent a new half-step heaven master to sit in the town.

The Supreme Elder of Lingdao Sect named Wang He also brought a piece of news.

Gao He, the rebel leader of the Red Flame Army who has been hiding in the Lingdao Sect, took advantage of the Lingdao Sect elder Wanhua Zhenren's retreat, and disturbed him, causing Wanhua Zhenren to be seriously injured.

Gao He took the opportunity to break open the space channel of Lingdaozong's sealed town, and left Xijiang.

This is also the reason why Master Wanhua did not come to Yunchao Ridge immediately after the fall of Fengshou Mountain.

If Master Wanhua came to Yunchao Ridge in person and joined forces with Master Tu Sun, he would really not be afraid of the great monster of the Southern Wilderness.

The defecting leader of the Red Flame Army led his troops to attack the Jiange Pavilion and sacrificed blood to Yunchao Ridge, but he didn't expect that the place where the real plan was actually the space passage guarded by the Lingdao Sect.

In a thousand years, the three thousand tribes were exhausted, leaving Tianxuan only for him.

Such calculations are truly terrifying.

Han Muye returned to Jiuxuan Mountain with a group of disciples from Jiuxuan Sword Sect after Mumai Supreme Elder Wu Ziyuan arrived.

Nanhuang lost several heaven realms in the first battle, including two Nascent Souls and three great monsters. Once they died, they left Tianxuan. With such a loss of combat power, they were temporarily unable to attack.

After Wang He and others arrived, they organized an army and returned to Fengshou Mountain.

When the disciples of Yuntai Daozong returned to Yuntai Mountain, they saw the Yuntai Mountain that had been scraped. Countless disciples burst into tears and cursed, "Scraping the ground three feet is not a son of man."

At this time, Han Muye was already on the flying boat returning to Jiuxuan Mountain.

Opposite him, Sun Jinshi, an elite disciple of the Taiyi Sword Sect, was sitting in a white robe.

"Brother Han."

Sun Jinshi looked at Han Muye, reached into his arms, and unfolded a roll of paper.

"This is the bill that the ancestor gave me before he left."

"This bill has been signed by my Taiyi Sword Sect Master."

Han Muye looked down, and saw the word bill written on the scroll.

There is also a long series of numbers behind it, such as the conversion of various materials.

Anyway, the total is 85 million spirit stones.

"Senior Brother Han, I, Taiyi Sword Sect, will not let the debt owed by the ancestors come."

Taking a deep breath, Sun Jinshi said in a low voice, "However, we can't pay it all at once."

"One hundred years, the suzerain said, in one hundred years, our Taiyi Sword Sect will return you a million spirit stones to Senior Brother Han every year."

One million a year, one hundred million a hundred years.

This interest is not too small.

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

Nod.

He understood what Taiyi Sword Sect meant.