Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 227 Double Sword Pills, Killing Half-Step Heaven Realm (12 Chapters)

In the mine tunnel, a sword light rushed towards Han Muye.

The swordsmanship of Misty Dao Sect.

With the power of Taoism, amidst the roar, there is also the suppression of the soul.

The strong man who has the power to connect the veins.

The power of opening the veins caused the stone walls in the mine to vibrate, and some scattered stones were mixed in the sword light, turning into wandering dragons.

Such a sword, without the strength of the ground, cannot be caught at all.

The opposite sword repairer didn't even think about whether to keep his hand.

Looking at the sword, Han Muye sneered, his hands twisted into one with both swords and ice and fire.

"kill."

Han Muye's sword light emitted a burst of streamer light, passing through the Youlong gathered by the powerful men.

"Stab—"

Jian Guang brought out a cloud of blood.

The strong man on the opposite side covered his chest with his hands, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he fell to the ground slowly.

His swordsmanship is not bad, but it is not suitable to use it here.

If the wandering dragon can fly ten miles across the sky and engulf a thousand-weight boulder, Han Muye will immediately turn around and avoid the blow first.

It's a pity that the mine road here is narrow, and the power has not been accumulated yet, so the power of earth and rock attracted by this sword is too little.

Among Han Muye's twin swords, the flame power exploded the dragon of earth and stone, and then the ice-cold sword light used the power of the explosion, at a hundred times the speed, to kill with one blow.

"Uncle Yang Teng!"

"No, Deacon Yang was killed!"

"Quick, avenge the deacon!"

The figure following behind Jian Xiu rushed in, relying on the large number of people, rushed towards Han Muye.

The sword light and the spiritual light condensed into one piece in an instant, covering Han Muye's head.

Han Muye was not afraid at all, and swept out the Ziyan sword in his hand.

"boom--"

The flames turned into a wall, blocking all sword lights and auras.

Then, Qing Mingjian passed through the wall with a flowing light.

"Stab—"

Han Muye, who was holding the sword formula in his hand, had a cold killing intent in his eyes.

Every time he moved his finger to draw, he could hear the sound of the blade brushing against the flesh.

When the flames dissipated, on the opposite side, there were only two pale condensing monks standing at the farthest distance.

"Forgive me—"

One monk turned around and left, while the other's feet were weak, and he collapsed to the ground, muttering in his mouth.

Han Muye shook his head, stretched out his hand and made a move, and the Qingming sword returned to his palm.

At this moment, the cultivator sitting paralyzed on the ground threw out a jade-colored talisman with a ferocious expression on his face: "Go to hell——"

Talisman.

Among this handful of talismans, there are several talismans that are extremely lethal.

These talismans exploded, and the mine tunnel was hundreds of feet wide, so it was bound to be exploded.

Seeing the talisman fly out, a blue light flashed away in Han Muye's eyes.

Soul Sword Qi.

It's just a Qi Condensation cultivator, and the sword energy of the soul has already killed his soul with a flash.

When the soul is destroyed, the thrown talisman will naturally not explode again.

Han Muye reached out and took all the talismans into his bag.

"boom--"

In front of the mine tunnel, there was a roar, and a burst of coercion surged.

"Dare to come to my Misty Dao Sect's Fire Essence Mine to make trouble, have you figured out how to die?"

A voice sounded, and an old man in his 50s wearing a purple Taoist robe stepped into the mine with heavy steps and a shock every step.

There was a dignified Taoist force surging out of this Taoist.

The environment is enlightening.

The coercion from the divine soul made Han Muye's sword flash in the divine treasure.

"Hold your hands."

There was a golden light in the Taoist's eyes, staring at Han Muye's eyes.

As his words fell, a roaring light flickered before Han Muye's eyes, which turned into a giant hammer and smashed down.

This giant hammer is just a phantom, but it will fall directly on Shenzang.

If the power of the soul is insufficient, it will be crushed directly by the giant hammer, the soul will be scattered, and the soul will be turned into a fool.

The practice method of Misty Dao Sect is really remarkable.

Han Muye met a few people, some practiced swordsmanship, some practiced Taoism, and this one cultivated soul.

With these methods alone, it is already the background that a big sect should have.

"roll."

When the giant hammer fell, Han Muye shouted, and a small blue sword flashed above his head, smashing the giant hammer into pieces.

With a twist of the small sword, it wrapped and absorbed the spirit power scattered by the giant hammer.

On the opposite side, the face of the Daoist in the Qishenqi period turned red at first, then turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth.

He pointed at Han Muye, wanting to speak, but couldn't speak.

The technique gathered by the soul was smashed by Han Muye, and even the power of the soul was collected. His soul was already shaken, and the treasure was shattered.

This is the danger of the spirit and sword techniques.

The condensed sword technique inherited by Jiange can be condensed into a hundred breaths of heaven with a single sword, but if you encounter a powerful opponent and shatter the sword, you will most likely be crushed to the soul and fall instantly.

Jiange's practice method is really a life-saving practice.

After killing this master of enlightenment, Han Muye raised his hand and drew a sword on the ground into his hand.

With the sword in his hand, sword energy poured in, and scenes flashed in Han Muye's mind.

This scene made Han Muye's aura start to vibrate, and a trace of murderous intent pervaded the air.

From the sword weapon, he saw these practitioners from the Yuntian Realm brutally killing practitioners from the Fire Source Realm one after another.

According to these practitioners outside the realm, only by killing all the people in this realm can they completely occupy this realm.

And those practitioners who put down their weapons and surrendered were thrown into the mines and never had a chance to get out for the rest of their lives.

The fate of these people could not escape the sword in the end.

Practitioners outside the realm did not regard practitioners from the fire source realm as the same kind at all.

Conversely, the practitioners from the Fire Source Realm and the practitioners from the Fire Source Palace from the Profound Sky World are one.

Because this world is originally attached to the Tianxuan world, the two have the same origin.

"Om—"

In the mine, there was a tremor.

On the stone wall, cracks appeared one after another.

From the depths of the ground, there was a vibration.

Daoist Dayan has obtained the Fire Essence Spirit Crystal!

Han Muye showed joy on his face.

But in the next moment, a serious look appeared on his face.

In this vein, there are not just two half-step heavenly realms!

From the memory of the sword in his hand, he saw the third half-step heavenly figure.

This is an old man with an old face and a stooped figure.

This Elder of Misty Dao Sect, named Ma Meng, closed his life in this mine when his lifespan was almost exhausted.

At this time, the mine veins vibrated, already alarming it.

"court death."

In the distance, there was an old voice, and then the entire stone wall shook.

Han Muye's expression changed, he drew the long sword in his hand, and rushed out of the mine.

The half-step Heaven Realm didn't come to look for him, but shot directly to suppress Daoist Dayan who had penetrated into the veins of the earth.

If Han Muye hadn't made a move, Daoist Dayan would have been shaken to death by this half-step heavenly realm.

"Canglang—"

His body turned into a flowing light, and together with the sword light, he penetrated through several mine tunnels, and Han Muye landed in a stone room with a radius of one hundred feet.

In this stone room, there is only a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the high platform in front of him.

"Hehe, a sword cultivator from another world."

"I'll give you a chance to live, tell me where you came from."

The old man lowered his head and looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

His tone was gentle, as if those practitioners who were beheaded by Han Muye had nothing to do with him.

"A chance to live?"

Looking at the old man sitting cross-legged on the stone platform, a bright sword light flickered in Han Muye's eyes.

This Elder of Misty Dao Sect named Ma Meng, in order to increase his lifespan, used practitioners from the Fire Source Realm to refine his soul and extract his soul to replenish his lifespan.

These methods have been going on for hundreds of years.

There are thousands of practitioners killed by him alone.

Such a person has become enchanted.

It's time to kill!

Han Muye raised his hand and pointed Qingming Sword at Ma Meng.

"Stab—"

The human and the sword merged into a breeze, and when Han Muye reappeared, he was already behind Ma Meng.

The sword in his hand cut off directly.

This sword is extremely fast.

A trace of surprise flashed across Ma Meng's face sitting cross-legged, and a golden aura rose around his body, turning into a mask.

Han Muye's sword slashed on the mask, bringing out a vibrating streamer.

"Hehe, your swordsmanship is pretty good."

"Unfortunately, the cultivation base is too weak."

Ma laughed fiercely, stretched out his palms, and a cyan streamer came out of the palms, turning into a phantom of a black tiger, roaring with his mouth open.

The black tiger had wings on its back, and with a movement, it slammed into Han Muye.

The speed was as fast as Han Muye's just now.

The power of this giant tiger is so strong that even if a mountain peak is hit, it will be turned into powder.

Seeing the giant tiger approaching, Han Muye didn't dodge. Behind him, phantoms of bullocks with long horns appeared.

"Roar--"

The shadows of the two white tigers merged with the long-horned mang ox, turning into a black ox several feet taller than the black tiger.

The black bull bumped into the black tiger and smashed it to pieces.

This blow shook the Baizhang stone chamber, causing the broken stones to fall from the dome.

Ma Meng flew up, holding a wooden stick in both hands, and threw it at Han Muye.

The wooden stick instantly turned into a green wolf, biting at the top of Han Muye's head.

Han Muye didn't move, the Ziyan Sword in his left hand pierced obliquely against the trend, protruding from Qinglang's jaw.

The sword light flashed, and a halo of bursting light crushed the blue wolf.

Han Muye pointed forward with both swords, staring at Ma Meng.

"Half-step Heaven Realm?"

There was disdain in his eyes: "It turned out to be a half-step heavenly realm lingering on its last legs and dying."

In his eyes, killing intent and fighting intent rose at the same time: "I want to try, can I kill a half-step heavenly realm?"

He has killed more than one Tianjing.

But that's not all due to its own combat power.

This time, he was alone facing a half-step heavenly realm whose lifespan was approaching and whose combat strength had been compromised.

He wanted to kill people against the sky without using his soul and sword energy, but only with his own sword skills.

This is an excellent opportunity to sharpen his sword skills.

"Haha, okay, this old man has practiced for 1,300 years and has killed countless people." Hearing Han Muye's words, Ma Meng's eyes turned bright and he stared at Han Muye.

"Let me see today, how can a little guy like an ant come to kill me!"

Around Ma Meng's body, a fiery force like lava rose up, turning into a long flaming sword.

As soon as the knife appeared, the surrounding air instantly condensed.

An extremely hot wave rushed towards Han Muye.

On the top of Han Muye's head, a trace of Qi and blood was attracted and began to deplete.

If it wasn't for the fact that Han Muye was different from other practitioners of the same level with the power of a half-step heavenly realm powerhouse, he would definitely be unable to bear a single glance, let alone the long sword condensed by this natal spell.

Facing this half-step heaven realm overhaul, Han Muye didn't wait.

The two swords interlaced, and the fire dragon burst away.

Start a prairie fire.

Swordsmanship Liaoyuan is one of the most powerful swordsmanship in Han Muye's hands.

This sword technique can not only fight in groups, but also fight alone, it is Han Muye's killer move.

"Well done."

Seeing the roar of the fire dragon, the horse let out a long shout, and slashed down with the long knife in his hand.

The sword is bright, calm and firm.

This knife showed the demeanor of a great monk.

Ma Meng's immersion in knife skills must have been hundreds of years.

"Stab—"

The fire dragon collided with the light of the knife, the light of the knife exploded, and the fire dragon was cut into two pieces.

But the two fire dragons did not dissipate, but turned into two Zhanglong Tianlong, one of which rolled over and wrapped the horse fiercely.

"Fire Origin Palace's swordsmanship!"

Ma Meng's eyes widened, and he let out a low voice.

Dragon.

Changing swordsmanship Tianlong.

This was originally the sword technique of the Lieyang Palace School, but in the hands of Han Muye, it turned into two dragons, with yin and yang intertwined.

The originally blazing fire dragon was infused with icy air. After splitting, the cold and heat collided, bringing out the power of yin and yang.

This kind of power is not strong enough to kill a big monk, but it can hold him down for a while.

enough.

Han Muye let go of the sword in both hands, pointing at the back of one hand and the front of the other hand.

A suffocating sharp sword energy emanates.

Ma Meng's complexion changed, and a golden mask appeared on his body, covering his whole body.

As soon as the mask appeared, Han Muye had already let out a low voice.

"Wan, Jian, Gui, Zong—"

In the mine, the sword energy is like waves.

Every sharp sword energy turned into a phantom.

The sword pointed forward, a phantom with hidden killing intent.

All the sword lights finally turned into a sword.

The sword light gathered in front of Han Muye.

In his palm, a sword pill emerged.

Seeing Jianwan, Ma Meng was shocked all over, waved his hand and hit the Yin-Yang Tianlong Jianguang outside him, and then stepped back.

He retreated fast, Han Muye's sword pill was even faster.

The sword pill turned into a three-foot double-headed long sword without a handle, cut through the void, smashed through the three-foot space in front of him, and hit Ma Meng's chest.

"drink--"

Ma Meng shouted loudly, and a golden cauldron appeared in front of him, blocking the sword light.

The sword light pierced through the cauldron, and the sword edge pierced Ma Meng's chest three inches, drawing a bloody glow.

Ma Meng laughed loudly, reaching out to grab Jian Guang.

It's just that he didn't see a relaxed look on Han Muye's face opposite him.

"Stab—"

A sword pill that had been hidden behind Ma Meng swiped lightly, directly shattering his neck.

"Boom—"

A gloomy spiritual light rushed out and scattered towards the surroundings.

resentment.

Corruption.

This is the resentment that scattered out of countless practitioners who had been refined by Ma Meng before.

It is also because of the presence of these spirits that Ma Meng can survive forever.

Otherwise, his lifespan would have been cut off long ago.

This is also the reason why Ma Meng's combat strength is far inferior to the normal half-step heaven realm.

"what--"

From Ma Meng's rotting body, a foot-long phantom rushed out and slammed into Han Muye.

Nascent Soul.

No, this Ma Meng's lifespan is exhausted, and he survives on the uncondensed Nascent Soul, which is actually dead.

corpse baby.

A vicious practice.

The art of transforming life and death.

Ma Meng only dared to shrink back in the mine tunnel where the fire is strong, just to cover up his dead energy.

This baby corpse rushed towards Han Muye, just to seize Han Muye's body.

The method of Nascent Soul seizing the house is common in the practice world.

"town--"

Han Muye sipped softly, his body turned into big golden characters, blocking the corpse baby.

Great spirit!

As soon as this breath came out, the corpse baby's body seemed to fall into boiling water, and the dark air was scattered.

Not only the corpse baby, but also the dissipated grievances in the surrounding space were directly refined by Haoran Qi, turning into blue spiritual energy and dissipating.

Refining resentment, Han Muye could feel that his arrogance was much more dignified.

The divine light in his eyes became even deeper.

In front of him, the corpse baby suppressed by Jinzi slowly faded away, and the dead energy in it dissipated.

"Om—"

A sword pill appeared, crushing the faint phantom of the Nascent Soul.

Among them, the soul and powerful power were absorbed by Jianwan and temporarily stored there.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye looked forward.

In the previous battle, he didn't use the sword of the soul, nor did he use the sword intent in the sea of ​​anger.

Relying on the sword intent in the dantian and the power of two sword pills, he killed a half-step heavenly realm.

Even if this half-step celestial realm is only empty-handed, and his strength does not exist, he is still a half-step celestial realm, isn't he?

Han Muye raised his hand, and the small jade-colored bag that was hanging on Ma Meng's waist fell into his hand.

His divine sense penetrated into it, and a look of joy flashed across his face.

Hundreds of thousands of fire marrow stones are neatly contained in this small bag.

Among them, there are thousands of pieces of extremely high-quality and valuable fire marrow essence.

A huge sum of money.

"Crack——"

"Boom—"

The entire mine tunnel vibrated continuously, and pieces of gravel fell.

The originally dissipated flame power in the vein began to converge.

The fire on the stone wall was bright, and it also began to disappear.

This is the reason why the Fire Essence Spirit Crystal was taken away.

Taoist Dayan succeeded.

"boom--"

The stone chamber collapsed, and Han Muye's figure moved and rushed out of it.

Flying in the air, the mountains below collapsed.

Some of those fiery red halos were scattered, and some were buried.

This vein is useless.

Below, Daoist Daoist's figure flew out, followed by dozens of figures behind him, and the aura and sword light swayed.

"Help--"

Taoist Dayan called out timidly.

If these sword lights and auras collided for real, his spirit power would definitely be shattered.

Even if he didn't die, there was only a little dim shadow left.

Seeing his distressed appearance, Han Muye laughed, waved his hand, and a sword pill turned into a void.

Hide empty.

The swordsmanship is hidden, and Yuan Tianjian respected the swordsmanship back then.

Dayan's body was shocked, and his eyes fixed on the sword light.

The sword pill turned into an illusion, wrapped around Dayan's body, and in a flash, it brought out a bloody light.

No one can block this sword light.

No one can see through the rules of this sword light.

All the chasing members of the Misty Dao Sect stopped, hanging in the air, not daring to step forward.

"boom--"

In the distance, the bursting sword light collided with the spiritual light, and the roar was like thunder.

The bursting flames illuminated the sky.

Han Muye knew that this was Tao Ran Patriarch reminding him to leave quickly, the two half-step heavenly realms had already turned around with all their strength.

With a long laugh, Han Muye stretched out his hand to recall the sword pill, and the sword pill led Daoist Dayan, his figure turned into a breeze, condensed into a sword light, and flew across the sky.

Jian Guang moved thousands of miles away, and no one could catch up.

Yujian Flying Escape is one of the fastest speeds in time, not to mention Han Muye's Flying Escape with Jianwan, which has the space power brought by Zangkong swordsmanship.

"You, Han Muye, how long have you been practicing his swordsmanship?" Daoist Dayan, who had turned into a breeze, asked.

how long?

Han Muye smiled lightly, "A year or so."

Barely a year.

"One year..."

Daoist Dayan was silent for a long time, before he whispered: "Han Muye, when you surpass him one day, I will recognize you as the master."

Can it surpass Sword Master Yuan Tian?

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

Of course I have to surpass Sword Master Yuan Tian.

"Haha, boy Han, did you succeed?"

Ahead, Tao Ran patriarch greeted with a long smile.

At some point, he had escaped from the pursuit of his two peers and came here.

Han Muye turned his head and looked at Taoist Dayan.