Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 217 Breaking the barriers of heaven and earth with one sword

What about the fairy world!

The Profound Sky World has its own guardian.

One person, one sword, protecting the world.

This kind of practice is far from mediocre pursuit of longevity.

No wonder in the Jiange inheritance, there is a practice method of Jiazi condensing a sword.

This sword is made for the belief in my heart, even if I can't live forever, so what the hell!

"Om—"

With a sound of trembling, Han Muye only felt the enormous power of the sword pouring into his meridians.

This power is like a rolling boulder, traveling through the meridians, making his meridians swell.

The surging power seemed endless, surging continuously, shuttled through his meridians, then entered the dantian, lingered in one of the nine-story cloud platforms, and poured into the sea of ​​air.

In his sea of ​​qi, all sword intents vibrated.

A series of sword intents rammed head-on, full of hostility.

This time, these sword intents were shattered as before.

In the end, this strong sword intent, together with the two sword stances absorbed before, occupied the center of Han Muye's sea of ​​energy.

At this time, in his sea of ​​qi, there were three kendo forces transformed into sword stances to suppress him.

Of these three sword moves, the first one was obtained from the Ziyan Sword, slowly warmed up, and turned into a sword move.

This kind of sword power is not really the aggregation of three thousand sword intents.

This is a means to transcend sword intent in terms of artistic conception, and once triggered, it can attract the power of heaven and earth into one's own power.

On Yunchao Ridge, Han Muye comprehended the sword. Comprehension of the sword force is another stage of comprehension of the power of the sword, and it is the transition of the quality of the sword.

Three thousand sword intents are stacked and turned into a means of sword power, which can be cultivated, but it is not stored in the sea of ​​​​qi.

It is in Dantian.

The three sword stances finished the characters, occupying the center of Han Muye's Qi Sea, and the other sword intents spontaneously revolved around these three sword intents.

Comprehend swordsmanship, meteorite.

Comprehend swordsmanship and move mountains.

Comprehend swordsmanship and fall to the stars.

...

The comprehension of dozens of sword techniques made Han Muye's eyes shine brightly.

These sword skills are all the inherited sword skills of Shi Heng Dao Sect in the fairy world.

Swordsmanship, guided by the power of the Dao, has the power of the sword from the very beginning.

It's just that such tyrannical methods don't work very well in the Profound Sky World.

The concentration of aura in the Profound Sky World is insufficient, and the power of the sword technique is greatly reduced, but it is not as powerful as the sword intent condensed by one's own strength.

However, these sword techniques are the combination of mind sword and magic sword practice. After comprehension, they can be verified with other sword techniques, which is of great benefit to one's own sword practice.

"boom--"

Just when Han Muye was fully comprehending the sword technique, there was a bang, and Ying Yang and Zhang Zidong who was behind Lu Lingzi shot at the same time, grabbing a ball of spiritual light.

The aura was bright and dazzling, and it was clearly because of the extremely strong aura in it.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at the objects wrapped in the spiritual light.

Lingshi.

It's not a high-grade spirit stone.

The best spirit stone!

The aura of this spirit stone is a hundred times stronger than that of a high-grade spirit stone.

In terms of value, one piece is a million low-grade spirit stones.

But there are too few top-quality spirit stones in the world, and they are not available for exchange at all.

According to the legend, in the Profound Sky world, only Zhongzhou has hundreds of top-grade spirit stones, all of which are in the imperial city.

These top-quality spirit stones are not only rich in aura.

The top-grade spirit stone, in which the spirit is warm and moist, refined into the body, is better than the immortal pill.

Han Muye's figure moved a bit, then stopped again.

Ying Yang and that Zhang Zidong had already exchanged blows in the air.

In this blow, Ying Yang had the upper hand, but it was just a little tyrannical.

The green-golden sword light knocked away the jade-colored aura in Zhang Zidong's hand, and then turned into nothingness.

That top grade spirit stone was still flying in mid-air.

Both of them were very restrained in their shots, fearing that they would smash the top-grade spirit stone into pieces with too much force.

"Hmph, Ying Yang, don't be ignorant of compliments, this is not something you can get."

Zhang Zidong took a step forward, but he had no intentions in front of the strong man in the heavenly realm.

In Ying Yang's eyes, a golden halo circulated, staring at Zhang Zidong, and said in a deep voice: "The most important function of the best spirit stone is to activate the teleportation array."

"You Spirit Dao Sect, are you going to violate the prohibition left by your ancestor?"

Patriarch ban?

Han Muye turned his head and looked at Ying Yang.

This one, what do you know?

Zhang Zidong's face was gloomy, he didn't speak again, and reached out his hand to take out a small jade-colored sword.

As soon as the little sword came out, Ying Yang's expression changed.

"Something out of bounds."

"It turns out that your Lingdao Sect already had such a plan."

After the words fell, he flew up, and the sword light on his waist slashed towards the top-grade spirit stone above his head.

He actually wanted to destroy this top grade spirit stone.

"Om—"

The jade sword in Zhang Zidong's hand trembled, and an old man in a white robe appeared in phantom.

As soon as the old man appeared, in the entire tunnel, the crushed stones turned into powder, and a mighty coercion directly pressed him down.

No matter whether it was Han Muye or the others, they all felt a heavy weight hit their heads, and their blood spurted instantly.

"Wanhua old way."

Ying Yang's figure stopped in place, staring at the old man with extremely vigilant eyes.

"Meet the ancestor."

Everyone in Lingdao Sect bowed.

The Great Elder of Lingdao Sect, the person with the highest level of practice in Western Xinjiang, and the Taoist of Wanhua.

"Hehe, Yingyang."

Taoist Wan Hua glanced over, looked at Ying Yang, then landed on Han Muye, and then looked at Mu Jin beside him.

"The poor come here for one thing."

"From now on, Qingmang Mountain should belong to my Lingdao Sect."

As soon as the words fell, a golden rune appeared in his palm. This rune carried majestic power, which shocked people's minds.

"This is the Dao Yin from Ling Dao Sect, Ying Yang, who will receive it, you or Mu Jin?"

As the old man spoke, his gaze swept over the two of them, and he said calmly, "Mount Qingmang only needs a Great Demon from the Heaven Realm."

Taoist Wanhua appeared, as if he was the master here.

What he said was not prepared to be rejected by anyone.

In Qingmang Mountain, there can only be one Heaven Realm.

Yingyang and Hibiscus are both heavenly realms.

Of the two of them, only one can stay.

Ying Yang turned his gaze to Mu Jin.

The expression on Mu Jin's face changed, and he looked at the Dao Yin in the hand of Taoist Wanhua.

"Fellow Daoist Wanhua, once I accept this guidance, I'm afraid I can only be driven by your Spiritual Dao Sect for the rest of my life." Mu Jin said in a low voice.

Daoist Wanhua's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "Why, you have lost your status as a guardian spirit beast of my Spirit Dao Sect?"

Mu Jin chuckled lightly, shook her head and said, "I'm used to being at ease, I can't stand that kind of restraint anymore."

Hearing Mu Jin's words, Taoist Wan Hua turned his gaze to Ying Yang.

Ying Yang snorted coldly, showing disdain.

Taoist Wanhua nodded and said, "Okay, I understand now."

After speaking, he looked at Lu Lingzi who was looking eager.

"Since that's the case, you've been considered loyal for so many years. Let me give you this guidance."

He raised his hand, and the golden rune landed directly on top of Lu Lingzi's head.

"boom--"

The rune exploded, and the mysterious halo within it enveloped Lu Lingzi.

Lu Lingzi showed surprise on his face, and then a look of pain.

Her body twisted slowly, turned into a white deer, and then returned to human form, but there was an additional inscription mark on her forehead.

But at this moment, streaks of golden light shrouded her body, and her aura kept rising, much stronger than Zhang Zidong beside her.

heaven.

It's not considered heaven either.

Did not attract thunder calamity, indicating that power is not considered a heavenly realm.

But with the blessing of this guidance, Lu Lingzi's state is no worse than Tianjing.

"Thank you ancestor for rewarding the opportunity."

Lu Lingzi bowed to Taoist Wanhua, and said excitedly, "I will be loyal to Lingdao Sect with all my heart."

Taoist Wanhua nodded, waved his hands and said, "I said before, Qingmang Mountain only needs one Heaven Realm."

Only one is needed, and now here, there are three.

Lu Lingzi raised his head, looked at Mu Jin, with a smile on his face: "Sister Mu, I'm sorry."

"It was you who gave up this opportunity."

"boom--"

A white beam of light from her body hit Mu Jin directly.

Hibiscus took a step back, and a wooden vine met the beam of light.

The beam of light was entangled with the wooden vines, and there was a roaring sound.

It's just that there are many treasures flying around, and the two of them are fighting, which is considered restraint.

Taoist Wanhua chuckled, turned his head, and raised his hand to beckon the top-grade spirit stone.

Ying Yang squinted his eyes, and slashed down with the sword light in his hand.

"Stab—"

The sword light cut between Taoist Wanhua and the top-grade spirit stone, cutting off the attracting power of Taoist Wanhua.

He didn't hold back his hand, and the sword light led to chop towards the top-grade spirit stone again.

He wants to destroy this top grade spirit stone.

Taoist Wanhua sneered and flipped his palms.

The cyan aura turned into a long sword.

The sword light trembled, and a gray meteorite with a radius of Zhang Xu appeared in the void, and it roared and hit Ying Yang's sword light.

"Boom—"

Not loud.

But Ying Yang's whole body was shaken, and his footsteps retreated, and the black stone under his feet was shattered inch by inch.

"Swordsmanship?"

Ying Yang stared at the meteorite reappearing above his head, gritted his teeth, and spoke in a low voice.

It's swordsmanship.

Han Muye could see clearly.

One of the Zhenzong swordsmanship of Shiheng Daozong, Meteorite.

"boom--"

The meteorite fell again.

The biggest advantage of swordsmanship is that it can gather the power of the soul and lock the attacking person.

Ying Yang wanted to dodge, but couldn't dodge at all.

He could only raise the sword in his hand and resist it with all his strength.

The meteorite collided with the long sword, and the light of the sword vibrated, as if it was about to shatter.

Ying Yang's face turned pale, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood with golden aura.

Taking a few steps back, he bumped into the broken sword on the mountain behind him, staring at Taoist Wanhua.

"You can cultivate the swordsmanship outside the realm to such an extent, you must have obtained the inheritance of the sect of cultivating outside the realm."

"You want this top-grade spirit stone just to open that gate?"

Staring at Taoist Wanhua, a sharp sword light rose from Ying Yang's body.

"Your Lingdao sect wants to attract practitioners from outside the realm?"

Hearing his words, Taoist Wanhua smiled and said softly: "Having seen the power of the fairy world and seeing the road to eternal life is in front of us, who would be willing to guard this little Tianxuan?"

There was endless longing in his eyes, as if in front of him was a world full of immortals and Buddhas.

"Only by leaving the Profound Sky World will you have the chance to live forever."

"Only in the fairy world can there be real longevity."

"I opened the passage, and Ling Dao Sect returned to the fairy world as a disciple of Shi Heng Dao Sect. Isn't that good?"

"The Fairy Spirit World has already replied, and welcomes the return of my Spirit Dao Sect."

Daoist Wanhua pointed to the top-grade spirit stone with a smile on his face: "Three pieces of top-grade spirit stone can open the passage. My Lingdao Sect has one, and here is one. Find another one, it's enough."

Ying Yang shook his head, stepped forward step by step, and whispered: "The ancestor's prohibition must not be violated."

Taoist Wanhua laughed, and pointed at Yingyang: "You are just a sword he discarded, why stick to his prohibition?"

Ying Yang shook his head, with a firm look in his eyes, his figure slowly blurred, and a phantom of a dark long sword appeared behind him.

Xuanyang Sword.

"I'm sorry, I want to blow myself up as a sword spirit. You are innocent, but you were implicated today." Ying Yang turned his head to look at Han Muye, and said softly.

Self-exploding sword spirit.

Ying Yang is the sword spirit.

The sword spirit of Xuanyang Sword.

Han Muye could see clearly.

When he saw Ying Yang, Han Muye had already seen it clearly.

"He's not innocent either." Taoist Wanhua looked at Han Muye, and said indifferently, "The way of the sword is a bane, and the younger generation in Xijiang is number one in the way of swordsmanship."

"Although my Spirit Dao Sect is about to leave the Tianxuan World, I don't like your name."

"It's just right to die here today."

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes to Ying Yang and said with a smile: "Do you know why the poor Taoist came here today?"

In his hand, a small jade-colored sword appeared.

As soon as the little sword appeared, the huge broken sword behind Yingyang trembled.

"I got a good thing from the rebel leader of the Red Flame Army."

"After more than a year, I finally know how to use this thing."

As soon as the words fell, the blue aura in his hand urged the little sword, and the little sword vibrated.

Black streaks of spiritual light emerged from the black broken sword behind Ying Yang, locking the space with a radius of hundreds of feet.

Taoist Wanhua, Han Muye and Ying Yang are among them.

The top grade spirit stone is outside it.

This jade sword can actually control this huge dao sword.

The power of Dao sword was stimulated, I don't know how strong it is.

"You should know that my body is just an incarnation, even if it is destroyed, it can only be cultivated for a few years."

"Anyway, in the name of retreat, I have been hidden in the Lingdao Sect."

Taoist Wan Hua looked at Ying Yang, with a sneer on his face: "Let me see what it looked like when the old ancestor's saber exploded."

Ying Yang cast his eyes out of the mask, stared at the top-quality spirit stone for a moment, and then said lightly: "Okay."

On his body, endless sword energy gathered, and his figure completely faded away, turning into a long black sword.

Then the blade of the long sword vibrated, and a surge of force condensed, as if it was about to burst in the next moment.

"boom--"

It's not that the long sword blew itself up.

Outside the mask, Lin Shen slashed down with a sword.

His sword light hit the mask, and the sword light that could cut through hundreds of miles of mountains with one sword could only stir up ripples.

Daoist Wanhua chuckled and said, "An ant-like guy also wants to break the power of Dao Sword?"

Outside the mask, Lin Shen, who still wanted to use his sword again, had no choice but to turn around and slash out with his sword.

Behind him, Zhang Zidong, who was half-stepped into the sky, had already slapped him.

In the mask, Ying Yang let out a long sigh, and adjusted the position of the blade of the long sword, pointing at Taoist Wanhua in midair.

"Actually, if you are willing to surrender and become the sword of the poor, you don't have to die today."

"If it weren't for the way to live forever, Pindao wouldn't come to Qingmang Mountain, and wouldn't want to provoke you."

Daoist Wan Hua pointed at Ying Yang's long sword with the jade sword in his hand, and said softly: "After all, you are the ancestor of the sword, if you attract Zhongzhou forces, my Lingdao Sect will not be able to stop it."

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at the black broken sword: "It's all right now, with the Dao sword here, even if you fall, Zhongzhou will not know."

What responded to Taoist Wanhua was the tremor of the sword.

On the long sword transformed by Ying Yang, the sword light was condensed to the extreme.

The jade sword in Taoist Wanhua's hand also showed traces of blue light.

"Senior, I wonder if I can cooperate with you once?"

At this moment, Han Muye, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke out.

As his words fell, behind him, the jade-colored sword bones revealed a misty halo.

Above his head, a small cyan soul sword flashed.

Han Muye raised his hand, and gently pulled out the small black sword stuck in his hair.

Xuanyang Jue.

Whether it is the sword of the soul or the power of the sword bone, it is all driven by the Xuanyang formula.

The black long sword transformed by Ying Yang vibrated, hesitated for a moment, and then flickered, matching the small sword in Han Muye's hand.

"Om—"

This time, Han Muye felt that the little sword, which had no response no matter whether it was infused with sword energy or sword intent, became transparent.

The sword intent on his body rushed into the sword in his hand like a torrent.

From the long sword, Ying Yang let out a soft "Hey", and then the bright sword light solidified.

Holding the sword, Han Muye raised his head, looked at Taoist Wanhua, and said indifferently: "Senior Wanhua, even if your avatar falls here, your body won't know, right?"

Daoist Wanhua was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, Han Muye slowly released the sword in his hand, and with the back of his hand, the hand holding the sword stretched out the finger, and pointed it forward.

"This junior has a sword, which can be practiced by thousands of ordinary sword masters."

"It's called Wanjian Guizong."

"Today, this junior asked the number one person in Western Xinjiang for advice on this swordsmanship—"

The voice fell, and the sword light rose.

Wan Jian returns to the sect.

The bright long sword was in front of Han Muye, as he pointed it out, it disappeared in a flash!

quick.

Fast to the extreme.

In the world of swordsmanship, whether it is heavy or fast, either it can stimulate the power of the great way, or it can be driven by its own power.

Anyway, as long as it reaches an extreme, it will probably be unstoppable.

"call out--"

The sword light penetrated Taoist Wanhua's chest, smashed the jade sword in his hand, and turned his body into nothingness.

The sword light didn't stop at all, it hit the mask excited by the Dao sword, easily tore it up, and shot it straight out.

When it came out of the mask, the light of the sword turned into hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, and ten thousand feet.

The sword light shoots out obliquely, piercing through the black soil and rocks in the tunnel, and passing through the ground.

Without stopping at all, the sword light spanned thousands of miles and hit the barrier that separated Zhongzhou from the western border.

"boom--"

The barrier that had separated the world for countless years shattered!

A torrent of spiritual energy rushed towards the western border.

The aura of Zhongzhou is infinitely stronger than that of Xijiang!

With one strike, he killed the incarnation of Taoist Wanhua of Lingdao Sect.

A sword pierced through the mask excited by Dao Sword.

A sword pierced eight thousand feet underground.

A sword spans thousands of miles, smashing the barriers of heaven and earth.

Mu Jin and Lu Lingzi who had already stopped their hands stared wide-eyed at Han Muye who was standing there, pointing forward with one hand, their faces were full of horror.

How strong is this sword?

How strong it is, Han Muye himself doesn't know.

He himself was frightened by the threat of this sword.

"escape--"

Lu Lingzi, who was stunned in place, let out a low cry, turned around and fled.

Behind her, Zhang Zidong and others from Lingdao Sect rushed out.

On the other hand, Frozen Qianli Luo Xiaoyu stood where he was and did not leave.

At this time, endless and vigorous spiritual energy has poured from the direction of Zhongzhou to Qingmang Mountain.

The aura all over the sky turned into seven colors, pouring in with the strong wind.

This aura is so thick that it seems like rainwater is falling, and all the monsters and beasts on Qingmang Mountain greedily bathe in it.

It was half past two last night

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