Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 235 Four Elephant Sword Formation (12 Chapters)

Wind Spirit Sword Sect, Zhang Cheng Sect Master.

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him.

"Senior is so sure that he can kill me, so you dare to tell me the name of Sect Master Zhang?"

"Also, I'm curious, is the ban on the Jindan of Lingdao Sect really a piece of waste paper?"

The old man blocked Jianwan Dianxing's blow just now, and he is obviously a master of Jindan.

Then he looked confident, as if he was going to kill Han Muye today.

Jin Dan made a move, which violated the prohibition of Lingdaozong, so he was really not afraid of being traced.

"If you kill an outsider, maybe the Lingdao Sect will investigate and kill you Han Jixian, and the Lingdao Sect will be happy to see it happen." The old man's expression turned calm, and he walked forward slowly.

"As for whether I can kill you, it depends on how capable you are, Han Yuxian."

After the words were finished, the old man raised his hand, and the palm of his hand was full of blue aura, which suddenly covered him.

The brilliant spiritual light turned into a beam of light, directly covering Han Muye's body for hundreds of feet.

"The teleportation array?"

Han Muye frowned, and just about to fly away, he felt light all over.

Look again, I have fallen into a dark valley.

The valley is surrounded by craggy cliffs, and it's full of dead bones.

When Han Muye landed in the valley, the wolves and beavers who were foraging among the dead bones all turned their heads to look, their eyes were bloodshot.

"Roar--"

A wild wolf flew towards Han Muye.

"Stab—"

A flash of sword light flashed in front of Han Muye, and the wolf was torn in half.

Then, a violent air poured into Han Muye's body.

As the breath entered his body, Han Muye's expression changed slightly.

"Be careful, everything here is caused by resentment." Daoist Dayan appeared beside Han Muye with a solemn expression.

Looking around, he whispered: "You'd better not make a move, or you will cause too much resentment, and your soul will go wrong."

resentment.

This wild wolf is not a real entity at all, but a resentment.

After killing the wild wolf, resentment permeated his body.

If this resentment is unbearable for ordinary mortals, once it enters the body, it may directly cause the mind to lose control and turn into madness.

Even a practitioner will feel restless.

Daoist Dayan was nervous for this reason.

Resentment is very incomprehensible.

But for Han Muye, it was just resentment.

The Red Dust Curse in his divine treasure shone brightly, and golden awe-inspiring energy circulated in his body.

All the grievances were refined and turned into a pale golden aura of grandeur.

Unfortunately, there are too few.

A strand, less than a strand of hair.

Han Muye raised his head and looked into the distance. There were not only wild wolves, but also various broken bodies slowly approaching.

Some are the bones of monsters, and some are the bodies of humans.

They were all gray and black, with blood-red eyes.

Gently raising the sword in his hand, Han Muye's eyes sparkled.

"You think—" Daoist Dayan exclaimed, before he finished speaking, Han Muye flew out.

"Stab—"

The long sword was swung out, the sword light was clear and sharp.

The sword light swept across, and within a thousand feet, all the bodies transformed by resentment were turned into powder.

Then the gray-black resentment rushed towards Han Muye's body like a dragon, wrapping him in it.

"It's over..."

Daoist Dayan showed a trace of confusion on his face, and whispered softly.

He couldn't see, Han Muye's eyes, wrapped in resentment, were full of golden light.

"Practice in the world, the way of the sword is sharp, the way of the spirit is inaction, the great vows of Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism control the world."

"Demons and ghosts, in front of Confucianism and Taoism, can only bow their heads obediently."

"No wonder Wen Xiang can sit in Zhongzhou Wannian."

Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden aura surged from his fingertips.

"Practitioners of my generation should not be afraid of all evil spirits, have obsessions in their hearts, and have grandeur in their hearts."

Raising his hand, his fingertips turned into a line of words: no regrets in this life, no complaints in the next life.

"boom--"

The eight large characters exploded in an instant, turning into a golden streamer, shattering all the black resentment.

Then the golden halo swallowed those grievances and transformed them into awe-inspiring energy.

These grievances were like boiling, and a faint jade white halo dissipated.

There are figures in these halos.

There are people, there are beasts, there are demons, and there are demons.

"Boom—"

All the halo dissipated, and the resentment turned into golden light, falling back to Han Muye's body, dyeing his whole body golden.

"Awe-inspiring Qi..." Daoist Dayan widened his eyes and whispered in disbelief: "This guy has cultivated Haoran Qi to such an extent, is he trying to pass on Wen Mosheng himself?"

"At the beginning, he and Wen Mosheng fought for many years, but now, his successor has cultivated the aura of grandeur. It is really, fate..."

Daoist Dayan sighed and whispered, his body shook in place, and then turned into a breeze.

When the golden light around Han Muye dissipated, he looked up and saw that he was still in the wild, and the bonfire in front of him hadn't burned out yet.

There is no teleportation array, just a maze.

How can Xijiang have the power to arrange a teleportation array?

In the entire Tianxuan world, there are not many people who can have this ability.

But this maze is not an ordinary maze.

Han Muye raised his head and looked forward.

At this time, the old man who was blocking the road before sat cross-legged in front, his whole body was black and blue, and he was already dead.

This is resentment backlash.

But he didn't die because of resentment.

There was a piercing sword mark on his chest.

Thirty feet away, a female cultivator in a white robe and red brocade stood there, like a white crane.

"The swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect."

His gaze fell on the deep scar on the Taoist's chest, and Han Muye said softly, "Thank you, Fairy, for your help."

"The way of the sword to banish the immortals has some skills."

Hearing his words, the nun said coldly.

There was a gleam of moonlight in her eyes, which fell on Han Muye, and then said lightly: "It is said that you are extremely talented in swordsmanship, and you have also practiced the swordsmanship of my Moon Blossom Sword Sect."

"My master said that you are the key to our alliance between Yuehua Sword Sect and Jiuxuan Sword Sect."

"I want to see if you have the qualifications."

Before he finished speaking, a full moon rose behind Han Muye.

The moonlight is cold, and the radiance it radiates seems to freeze people.

The clear moonlight, in the night, has a lot of agility.

It's just that this agility is not really appreciated, it is the sword light that can make people lose their souls!

"Full moon?"

Han Muye raised his head, looked at the nun and said, "I heard that Yuanyue of the Yuehua Sword Sect is the direct successor of the suzerain, so it seems that the fairy is Wanyue, the young master of the Yuehua Sword Sect."

Wanyue, the young patriarch of the Yuehua Sword Sect, has a very strong swordsmanship and is a famous female cultivator among her peers.

This girl once had a fight with Taiyi Sword Sect Sun Jinshi, and she was undefeated.

Some people said that Sun Jinshi kept his hand in this battle, while others said that Wanyue did not do her best in this battle.

But no matter what, everyone knows that Wanyue's swordsmanship is at the forefront among the young people in Xijiang.

"Please accept the sword from Xianxian Han." Wan Yue shouted, and the sword light shrouded Han Muye directly behind him.

The full-moon swordsmanship follows a grand and dignified path.

Jianguang overwhelms people with great power, even in the dark night, there is light.

As the sword light moved, Han Muye's figure also moved.

He turned around, raised his sword, cut off the brilliance in front of him, and retreated several feet away.

Seeing his blow, Wanyue frowned, stretched out her hand and pointed out.

This kind of method is not worthy of the name of exiled immortal.

The full moon flickered and appeared above Han Muye's head again.

This time, the moonlight was extremely cold.

The traces of cold light fixed Han Muye's body and soul in place.

The full moon not only kills the body, but also illuminates the soul.

This sword cannot be used unless the spirit of the land is enlightened.

Han Muye looked at the full moon, and images of sword lights flashed in his mind.

"It is driven by the power of the soul, based on the sword intent, this sword has some meaning."

"However, such a sword should not be able to be used by Qishen, it is best to have a perfect state!"

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and a mass of sword light, exactly like the full moon above his head, appeared.

full moon!

This sword move made Wanyue stunned.

You can comprehend the key to this swordsmanship just by looking at one style. Is there really such a gifted swordsman in the world?

Is this the true level of swordsman exiled immortal?

Without hesitation, Wanyue stretched out her sword art, and Yuanyue pressed down directly.

Han Muye's full moon was chopped into pieces.

It turned out that it was just a hypocrisy.

Wan Yue felt relieved.

That is, you can comprehend swordsmanship just by watching it once. How can there be such a talented person in the world?

"Hehe, when the moon is full, it loses money. A full moon is not as good as a waning moon."

At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.

If the moon is full, you will lose money!

I saw Han Muye's shredded bright moon, one was as bright as day, and the other was only the waning moon on Emei.

The bright moon like the day emits brilliance, all of which is the power of the soul, shining through the void, making the bright moon of Wanyue vibrate, as if it can't stop the power from intruding.

The vibration of the bright moon also made Wanyue tremble all over, her mind and soul were involved, and her eyes blurred.

At this moment, her whole body was icy cold, and she retreated subconsciously.

However, it was too late.

Emei Wanyue drew an arc by her side, passed through her armpit, brushed against her chest, and then dissipated.

In the sky, two full moons disappeared.

Wan Yue stood where she was, staring at Han Muye.

Han Muye knew that this young lord of the Yuehua Sword Sect would definitely find it difficult to accept this result.

After all, he used Yuehua Sword Sect's swordsmanship to defeat Wanyue.

"Fairy Wanyue, your Yuehua Sword Sect's swordsmanship is very deep, whether it's the full moon swordsmanship or the waning moon swordsmanship, you all—"

Before Han Muye finished talking, Wanyue said calmly: "Han Yuxian, don't you know that there are some places on a woman's body that you can't touch?"

bump?

When did I touch it?

Didn't I just cut a few clothes belts with the sword's edge transformed by divine thoughts, and walked around rubbing the oily skin.

Don't say it, it's quite, quite...

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I was careless." Han Muye nodded, his face unchanged: "I should kill people directly."

Wanyue snorted, raised her hand and beckoned a gray robe to wrap around her body.

There was no way, Han Muye's sword had cut off some key belts just now.

"Han Banxian, my Yuehua Sword Sect wants to return to the ranks of the Nine Sects." Covering her body, Wan Yue looked at Han Muye: "The previous entanglements between our two sects can be written off."

After finishing speaking, she turned and left without waiting for Han Muye to speak.

Just to convey an attitude.

The real deal wasn't something she and Han Muye could just negotiate.

Originally, the suzerain of Yuehua Sword Sect asked Wanyue to protect Han Muye back to Jiuxuan Mountain.

Now, Wanyue really doesn't have the courage to stay.

The feeling of the icy sword light brushing against her body made her feel a little hot, so she had better leave quickly.

How can outsiders be needed to guard this method of swordsmanship to banish immortals?

Seeing Wanyue leave, Han Muye shook his head and raised his hand to clap, the body of the old man in black who was sitting cross-legged in front of the campfire turned into nothingness.

The old man's body has been completely backlashed by resentment, and what he sees now is just an empty shell.

Too lazy to stay where he was, Han Muye's figure turned into a sword light, flew thousands of miles away, and then quietly landed on a cliff, and then set up a protective formation to cover up his breath.

With the pill and spirit stone in hand, streaks of spiritual light surrounded his body.

Feeling the surging aura in his veins, he couldn't wait to refine the Nine-Revolution Cloud Lotus Pill.

If the cultivation aptitude has been raised to the extreme now, the aura in these tendons should all be restrained and refined, so that a lot of it will not escape into the body and slowly settle.

The spiritual energy practiced and circulated, and Jianwan Wusu appeared in the palm of Han Muye.

This is his fourth sword pill.

Jian Guang shook, and four sword pills appeared around him.

"Boy Han, his swordsmanship back then, Zang Kong and Dian Xing can all be cut at the same level."

"The three-star sword formation is actually just a transition, it is the foundation of the Zhoutian sword formation."

Daoist Dayan appeared, looked at the four sword pills above his head, and sighed with some regret: "His four-element sword array is the ultimate move to kill the enemy by leapfrogging."

"The green dragon and the white tiger, the red bird and the black martial arts, and the power of the four elephants, suppress all directions."

Turning his head to look at Han Muye, Daoist Dayan's eyes revealed a trace of eagerness: "If you can cultivate his Four Elephant Sword Formation, in this western border, apart from the half-step Heaven Realm, even the Eighth Level of Golden Core will not be able to stop you."

"However, this sword array is not so easy. Maybe after a hundred years of hard work, you can master the fur."

"After all, it took him thirty years to master this sword technique—"

Daoist Dayan didn't finish his sentence.

Because the four sword pills interrupted his subsequent words.

On top of Han Muye's head, four sword pills turned into four elephant beasts, which were distributed around the town.

The blue dragon, the dragon scales are blue and gray, and the silvery white reveals the majesty of the world.

The white tiger is covered in silver and white, and the word king on its forehead shines with aura.

Suzaku, with a fiery red body and dancing tail, is surrounded by flames.

Xuanwu, with four legs made of iron, with mysterious lines on his back, and his whole body is gray and black.

The four elephants and beasts suppress the Quartet.

An ominous force from the wilderness stopped even the smallest dust in the ten-foot-radius space.

Daoist Dayan opened his mouth and widened his eyes, watching the phantoms of the four divine beasts hanging above his head.

Really, the Four Elephant Sword Formation.

"Actually, I'm very curious, did senior Yuan Tianjian set up the Four Elephant Sword Formation with the power of the soul, or did he actually cultivate Grandeur Qi?" Han Muye said softly.

As his words fell, the four elephant beasts that were originally blessed by the power of the silver-gray soul suddenly turned into gold.

The golden light shines like gold pouring.

Condensing fiction into reality!

At this moment, the four divine beasts seemed to come alive, and there was a divine light flashing in their eyes.

But this scene only lasted for a moment, Han Muye raised his hand and closed the Four Elephant Sword Formation.

It is feasible for Haoran to turn into a sword array.

A sword formation mixed with awe-inspiring energy can double its power.

It's just that the loss of awe-inspiring energy is a bit large.

If you don't really need it, don't waste your hard-earned arrogance.

According to Han Muye's knowledge, those Confucianism and Taoism practitioners in Zhongzhou cultivate their qi and refine their mind on a daily basis, and it took decades to cultivate a little bit of arrogance.

The ethereal awe-inspiring qi is different from the spiritual qi practice method that can be practiced step by step.

When it comes to cultivating grand energy, Han Muye's expression changed.

Just now, the awe-inspiring energy he obtained by refining his resentment energy is equivalent to a great Confucianist's 30 years of penance.

"The evil cultivator who set up the formation of resentment should be from the Black Spirit Valley, right?"

Han Muye said softly.

Daoist Dayan nodded and said, "It should be."

"In the western border practice world, they are the only ones who are between good and evil, and they will do whatever they can."

"This method of using resentment as an array, I seem to have seen them perform it in the Black Spirit Valley."

Practice with resentment, where does resentment come from?

kill.

To kill grievances.

The old man in the Black Spirit Valley just now had a lot of resentment accumulated from killing countless creatures.

If one person killed so many creatures, how much would the entire sect have to kill?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and there was a deep divine light flashing in his eyes.

"Such sects should not remain in the practice world."

Han Muye loathes such vicious means of cultivating resentment by killing living beings.

People in the world don't say they are equal, but using such means to harm them, this kind of practice should not exist.

"Hehe, some sects wanted to destroy the Black Spirit Valley back then, but the end result was nothing." Daoist Dayan laughed and shook his head.

"The Black Spirit Valley is said to be full of resentment, and it was the battlefield of the Western Frontier War in ancient times."

"People from Hei Ling Valley generally don't have much contact with practitioners from Western Xinjiang."

Glancing at Han Muye, Daoist Dayan said in a low voice, "This time they are attacking you, not only because of the Fengling Sword Sect's invitation."

"Perhaps, they are trying to find a place among the nine factions in Western Xinjiang."

The Nine Factions in Western Xinjiang seek positions.

Great changes have taken place in the western borders, the Southern Wilderness forces have moved in, and the old nine factions will also change. It is normal for Black Spirit Valley to have ideas.

After all, the Nine Sects are not only famous, but also have various resources.

"Just them, are they also worthy of the position of the Nine Sects?"

Han Muye stood up, with sword energy shining on his body.

Taoist Dayan was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "You, what are you going to do?"

Even if the strength of Hei Linggu is not comparable to that of the Nine Sects in the West, such as Nine Profound Sword Sect, it is really qualified to enter the Nine Sects.

Among them, there are many mysterious masters and strange cultivation methods.

"Such an evil sect, I, the Western Xinjiang practitioners, should be punished."

Han Muye spoke loudly, and then his figure flew into the sky.

"Om—"

The sword light, with its shining brilliance, shines like a shooting star in the sky.

At this time, a faint morning glow appeared in the eastern sky.

Its daybreak.

"It's Immortal Han!"

"Where is Han Muye going? Isn't he going back to Jiuxuan Mountain?"

"Could it be that he felt powerless to go back and was going to make a detour?"

...

Those who have been paying attention to Han Muye all let out a low voice.

"Go, catch up." Someone raised his sword light.

"If Immortal Han doesn't have the heart to fight, then let me take his place!" Someone chuckled lightly, drawing the sword light, roaring into the sky.

Han Muye was in front of him with one sword, and behind him, several sword lights chased after him.

Ahead, several sword lights greeted him.

"Han Baxian, stay for a moment."

"Han Muye, take my sword."

"Feng Shanci, who is in the whereabouts of Lingdao, is willing to ask Han Jixian for advice!"

Jian Guang bumped into Han Muye.

Yesterday, many people blocked the way, and Han Muye competed with them.

Although they lost to Han Muye, everyone gained something.

Those kind of kendo exchanges with swordsmen are the most exciting.

There are more people coming to guard Han Muye today.

Whether it's for the purpose of making a name for yourself, or because you really want to learn swordsmanship with him, anyway, there are many more people who came to fight Han Muye today.

It's just that Han Muye doesn't want to get entangled with them now.

He is going to do one thing.

Destroyed the Black Spirit Valley.

Then, he is no longer polite to those who block the way.

"Here comes the sword."

The Qingming sword was unsheathed, and turned into a blue aura, standing beside Han Muye.

On the other side, the purple Ziyan sword turned into purple aura and flickered.

Ziqing's two long and short swords were ten feet away from Han Muye's side, like wings of light, they flashed forward.

"when--"

The Qing Ming sword swept across the long sword in the hands of a sword repairman, pushing him down into the sky.

On the other side, the Ziyan Sword flickered, brushing against the waist of a young man, cutting off his belt.

quick.

In the world of swordsmanship, ten strong and nine fast!

It is enough to be able to sway the sword light to the swift and invisible when you have not set foot on the extreme of swordsmanship.

"boom--"

The sword lights of the two swords intersected in midair and turned into a fire dragon.

The fire dragon swung its tail, knocking down all the sword repairmen who fell behind.

But in an instant, Han Muye defeated more than a dozen sword masters with one strike.

"It's really strong..."

Not far away, the young sword repairman who stopped at the same place spoke in a low voice.

"Why, are you scared?" Beside him, the girl in green clothes had fighting spirit in her eyes.

"Afraid?" The young man laughed, and his body turned into a streamer, rushing towards Han Muye.

"My generation of sword cultivators, how can I be afraid of fighting?"

"Big deal—"

"Boom—"

The dissipated flames of the fire dragon burst, wrapped the young man and smashed down the cloud head.

The girl in green clothes shook her head and said softly: "I mean, do you want to join hands?"

...

Traveling 23,000 miles a day, the sword light cut across seventy-two strong men.

Han Muye's achievements are as brilliant as the scorching sun.

On this day, Western Xinjiang shook.

This chapter has some repeated plots, I will delete and modify it, and the owed parts will be repaid