Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 236 A Sword Shocks Western Borders (22 Chapters)

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell to summon the elders to discuss matters in the main hall rang.

The suzerain Jin Ze, who had never shown up until now, presided over the discussion in person, and then several elders from the peak of Qishen came down the mountain and headed in the direction of Han Muye.

Not only Jiuxuan Mountain, but also many other sects that aspire to become the Nine Sects of the Western Frontier, have their juniors dispatched.

In the eyes of other sects, the Nine Profound Sword Sect must be very meaningful.

The biggest possibility is to sharpen the sword before Xijiang rearranges the position of the Nine Sects.

To be exiled in the way of swordsman, before the re-arrangement of the nine sects, use the younger generations of each sect in Western Xinjiang to sharpen their swords.

On this day, countless young and strong men in Xijiang left their sect.

On this day, hundreds of battles took place in western Xinjiang.

These young and strong men from Western Xinjiang did not just fight for Han Muye.

They meet each other and also shoot.

Being evenly matched, it is natural to make friends.

If you can't stop other people's swords, then go back to your own sect and practice for a few more years.

In three days, Han Muye flew fifty thousand miles, fought one hundred and eighty times in a row, and used his sword more than five hundred times.

None lost.

According to statistics, Han Muye has never repeated sword moves when he used his sword.

Some people even said that under the immortal sword of Han Yu, no one could block the second sword.

The number one swordsman of the younger generation in Xijiang, has a resounding reputation.

On Jiuxuan Mountain, holding the messenger jade slip that shone with spiritual light, Tuoba Cheng frowned.

"What on earth do you want, kid?"

The Nine Factions are about to be rearranged, and they don't hide their strength. Does this mean that they don't have enough opponents?

"Hehe, do you think you can control him?" Jin Ze, who was beside Tuoba Cheng and had silver hair like snow, said with a smile.

"If you want to become the number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang, how can you do it without sharpness?"

The number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang.

A trace of fighting spirit rose from Tuobacheng's body, but was suppressed again.

He Tuobacheng is confident and talented, and his temperament is extremely strong.

But he didn't dare to expect to be the number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang.

He is very optimistic about Han Muye, and also thinks that as long as he endures painstaking efforts, he will eventually soar to the sky.

However, not now.

"Don't think too much, in the final analysis, I still have to be strong enough in the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

Jin Ze's eyes were a little cloudy, but they seemed more wise and profound.

"As long as you step into the heavenly realm, all problems will be easily solved."

Jin Ze shook his head, and said softly: "I really want to see, my Nine Profound Sword Sect has the appearance of a great cultivator sitting in the sky..."

Tuobacheng turned his head to look at him, and said softly: "Actually, without this method, I can also within a hundred years—"

Before he finished speaking, Jin Ze raised his hand: "A hundred years, who will give me a hundred years of Jiuxuan Sword Gate?"

Tuoba became silent.

In a few days, the cultivation world in Xijiang was wonderful.

Yijian, a genius disciple of the Taiyi Sword Sect, defeated the sword cultivator who was blocking the way, and walked away.

The three young disciples of Lingdaozong joined forces, and ten of them were unable to block a move.

The young lord of the Yuehua Sword Sect turned his sword into a moon, killing five practitioners who disrespected him.

There are countless masters from various factions springing up like mushrooms after rain.

In Luoyun Mountain, Du Feng, the number one master of the younger generation of Fengling Sword Sect, was defeated by three swords with one blow, and the number one heir of the Foil Sword School, and even his guard master, the eighth-level master of Qishen Qishen, was wounded by three swords.

In the name of Du Feng, he immediately caught up with Han Muye.

Infernal Dao Sect, the eighth of the original nine sects in Western Xinjiang, ranked slightly higher than the original Tailing Sword Sect.

In the battle at Yunchao Ridge, Infernal Dao Sect suffered a lot of losses, and many sects intended to remove him from the position of the Nine Sects.

But on this day, Infernal Dao Sect Duan Yihong defeated three Qishen of Qishen with a single sword, and challenged five triple-level Qishens with a single sword, and lost all of them with a single sword.

The name of the Daozi of Infernal Dao Sect not only resounded throughout the world, but also made many sects weigh whether to compete with Infernal Dao Sect for the position of the Nine Sects.

It wasn't just Taoist sword cultivators who got involved, but Cai Peng, the seventh disciple of Li Mubai, the suzerain of the Shangyang Demon Sect, who was known as the White Devil, came from Yunchao Ridge.

Bai Mozi's attack was ruthless, and he couldn't kill him with one blow, but seriously injured his opponent.

Even a second-tier Jindan expert who couldn't help but was injured by him.

Not only was this alchemy master of the Infinite Dao Sect seriously injured, but he was also abolished by the master of the Ling Dao Sect for violating the prohibition of the Ling Dao Sect.

The Infinite Dao Sect was also visited by the three half-step heavenly realms of the Ling Dao Sect, who were deprived of the qualification to participate in the ranking competition of the Nine Sects, and were severely fined tens of millions of Lingshi.

This attitude is obvious. The rearrangement of the Nine Factions in Xijiang is a stage for the younger generation.

For a while, the practitioners in Xijiang were guessing who among these young and strong men was the real number one.

Will these people meet before the Nine Factions rearrange and have a big fight?

For five days in a row, every day, there was news that a certain young strong man was defeated, and a certain unknown young master became famous in the first battle.

The scenes of those battles came to life, which made people excited.

Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, Bai Suzhen wearing a green robe stood in front of the cliff.

Behind her, the white-haired old man said in a deep voice: "Miss, the banished swordsman has gone to the Black Spirit Valley. The suzerain means that if he dies, the suzerain can destroy the Black Spirit Valley."

"If he doesn't die, either you lead him into the Shangyang Demon Sect, or there is no swordsman in this world."

He looked at Bai Suzhen's back, and said softly: "Miss, you should know that this kind of talent cannot be left to the outer sect."

Bai Suzhen didn't answer his words, but just looked into the distance.

Thousands of miles away from Jiuxuan Mountain, there is a small city.

Jinyang City.

This city was still an ordinary town a year ago.

Over the past year, many practitioners have come here, either to do business or to settle down, making the small town a city of practice.

At this moment in the City Lord's Mansion, Lu Qingping, who was wearing a brocade robe, was teasing the babbling children.

"Huhu, when you grow up, you will become a strong swordsman like your adoptive father."

"Your father is a great hero, and your adoptive father is a great swordsman. From now on, you must help mother find your father."

The child pedaled and waved, as if responding.

Xijiang, Linghua Pavilion.

Dan Dao Dazong.

Mu Wan, already an elite of the inner sect, was refining the elixir while listening to the discussions around her.

The way of the sword banishes the immortal.

The first person of the young generation in Xijiang.

The future number one expert in the Western Xinjiang Kendo.

This person is Senior Brother Han.

"Om—"

The cauldron moved lightly, and a furnace of elixir took shape.

He stretched out his hand, and three crystal elixirs appeared in his hand.

Cloud Qi Pill.

fairy goods.

The old woman beside Mu Wan showed a smile and said in a low voice: "Mu Wan is really powerful. With this alchemy achievement, no one in the younger generation in Xijiang can match."

"Even that Banished Immortal of Sword Dao doesn't have the talent of our Mu Wan."

Hearing the old woman's words, Mu Wan shook her head, stood up and said, "Uncle Shi, I'm going back to rest first."

After finishing speaking, she walked out of the alchemy room slowly, and looked up at the distant sky.

Brother Han's world is so wonderful...

But what can I bring to him?

...

Countless people expected that there would be a master who would let Han Muye make a second strike.

There are also countless people looking forward to the fact that the undefeated powerhouses will be able to fight against Han Muye.

Amidst these dizzying messages, Han Muye kept moving forward.

One day later, he finally came to the forbidden area in the western border, Duanhun Wasteland.

At that time, there was a strong man from outside the sky, and the masters from the western border stopped the enemy and fought here.

In that battle, the sky collapsed, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and countless people died in battle.

This soul-destroying wasteland has become a barren and strange place.

But this is just a legend, no one can really make it clear.

"Back then when he was here, he beheaded three outsiders with one sword."

Standing in front of the Broken Soul Wasteland, Taoist Dayan spoke softly.

Han Muye nodded.

He had seen the scenes of the previous battle.

"Hehe, kid, do you know what kind of master would make him use the Shenyun Excalibur?"

Shen Yun Divine Sword.

It was a sword weapon rarely used by Sword Master Yuan Tian.

This sword seems to be bestowed by his master.

"He doesn't even have the interest in wielding the sword without the eighth level of out-of-body cultivation." Taoist Dayan said lightly, his words were full of arrogance.

Practice in the heavenly realm, Nascent Soul, out of the body, transforming into a god.

During the out-of-body period, it is said that the soul is condensed into a virtual body, which can travel around the world.

The human body is the most spiritual body in the world.

In Han Muye's divine treasure, he can cultivate sword energy and condense long sword.

But these are dead things.

To condense the soul into a real human body, that level of strength is unimaginable.

Only such a strong person is qualified to allow Sword Master Yuan Tian to use Shen Yun Divine Sword.

"Above the magic weapon, it is a treasure that is hard to find in the world."

"Shen Yun Divine Sword is such a treasure."

Stretching out his finger and pointing at the wilderness beyond sight, Daoist Dayan said softly, "If Shen Yun's divine sword hadn't killed three strong outsiders with a single blow, this wasteland would have expanded at least ten times."

"Those three outsiders came from different races, and they are good at infecting the earth and attracting their own race."

These allusions from ten thousand years ago were not told by Daoist Dayan himself, so it is difficult for outsiders to know.

Han Muye could see the battle scene, but he didn't know why.

"Senior's demeanor is fascinating." Han Muye nodded, and the calm aura in his body began to rise.

During this fierce battle, the sword intent on his body became more and more pure, and it has been restrained and invisible.

Looking at him now, he looks like an ordinary scholar.

"Black Spirit Valley is located in the center of the Broken Soul Wilderness, right?" Looking at the wasteland in front of him, Han Muye said.

Daoist Dayan nodded and said, "This is not a secret in the practice world."

"You go straight all the way, they should also know that you are here for the Black Spirit Valley."

Taoist Dayan looked complicated, looked at Han Muye and said, "If Zhao Yunlong is here, maybe you have a chance."

"But he's not here, it's very difficult for you to pacify the Black Spirit Valley."

"maybe……"

Maybe it will be invincible.

Now Han Muye is in full swing, showing his sharpness like a sword.

At this time, his sharpness cannot be broken.

If he loses at this time, the way in his heart will be flawed in the future.

At critical times, the mood will be damaged.

"I just want to let them know that I'm here." Han Muye looked ahead, his eyes were shining brightly.

Sharpening his sword all the way, his fighting spirit was so surging that it was hard to hide.

Now that the sword is in hand, let's fight!

Flying up, Han Muye was like a sun.

The spiritual energy produced by the Nine Yang Kung Fu is filled with endless heat.

"Hei Linggu cultivates grievances and slaughters the living beings in the western borders. Han Muye is here today to destroy this evil faction."

The sound is like muffled thunder, resounding for thousands of miles!

In the distance, those young and strong men from Xijiang who fell all the way all the way widened their eyes.

"He is really going to challenge the Black Spirit Valley..." A young man with a sword in his hand had a complicated complexion and looked forward, hesitating.

"What is a challenge? What he said is, Mie." Another young man with a big sword on his back was full of excitement as he clenched his fists and roared.

Destroying the Black Spirit Valley.

This matter, for thousands of years, no one has done it!

Even the great monks who are half-step into the heavenly realm also return home in defeat.

With Han Muye, is it possible?

"Hey, I'm still too confident." An old man in a gray robe stood on the top of the cloud and sighed softly.

"Uncle, shouldn't it be said that Immortal Han's heart is high-spirited?" Beside the old man, a young man wearing a golden lotus flower crown looked calm and said lightly.

Hearing his words, the old man shook his head, and said in a low voice: "If it was elsewhere, with Han Muye's fighting power and reputation today, he would attract the young people from Xijiang, and it would really be wiped out."

"But this is the Wilderness of Broken Soul, the Black Spirit Valley."

The old man turned his head to look at the young man with the golden crown, and said in a low voice, "Did the suzerain say that? Never follow Han Muye into the Soulless Wasteland."

The young man with the golden crown nodded and narrowed his eyes: "I won't go."

"I'll just watch to see if Han Muye is dead or alive."

"If he comes out alive, I will not compete with him in the next thousand years."

"If he dies in this Black Spirit Valley, I will come back three hundred years later, after my cultivation reaches the sky."

One after another, young and strong men came to the Broken Soul Wasteland, and then stopped.

"In the practice of swordsmanship, you can't be occupied by the fighting spirit in your heart."

"A sword cultivator, when all he does is the sword but no self, then he is not far from falling."

"Today's Han Muye really regards himself as an exiled immortal."

"This is the way to die."

The person who said this was a sword cultivator at the seventh level of the Golden Core.

Behind him, the two young sword repairmen looked dignified and nodded slightly.

Countless young strong men stood outside the wilderness, fighting with each other, but cautiously restrained.

At this time, what everyone is waiting for is how the battle of Han Muye, the exiled swordsman who destroyed the Black Spirit Valley, will go.

Can Han Muye, the number one young man in Xijiang, the banished immortal of swordsmanship, walk out of the wasteland alive?

On the second day after Han Muye walked into the wasteland, the ancestor of the Mu family in Mushen City and Fairy Shaoyao arrived.

The two stood outside the wasteland, their faces gloomy.

"This kid, why don't you come back after a hundred years?" The ancestor of the Mu family said in a low voice with a sullen face.

Hearing his words, Fairy Shaoyao shook her head and said, "You and I are alchemy practitioners, and we don't understand their way of sword cultivation. He should be looking for his own way."

The ancestor of the Mu family nodded, stood where he was, and did not move forward.

This wasteland is not so easy to break into.

Among them, the erosion of the power of the soul by the resentment is even a headache in the heavenly realm.

What's more, the Patriarch of the Mu family and Fairy Shaoyao are both alchemists and are not good at fighting.

"Senior Zhao, are we going in?" Tang Yunhao, who was standing in front of the wasteland, asked in a low voice.

Beside him is Zhao Yunlong in a white robe.

Behind them, there are several masters of Folding Flower Hall.

With Zhao Yunlong's move, the dominant power of Zhehuatang was easily held by Tang Yunhao.

The former head of the Folding Flower Hall has been closed to death.

It's the kind of dead end that never happens.

"The master let me leave at the beginning because he had the confidence to face everything."

Zhao Yunlong shook his head, looked forward, with a gleam in his eyes: "Do you know how this wasteland came about?"

how did it get here?

Tang Yunhao shook his head.

He was born as a casual cultivator, and he knew the gossip circulating in the practice world, but it was really related to the general trend, so he had no way of knowing it.

"Back then, Master Shizun cut down here with a sword." Zhao Yunlong said in a deep voice.

Master.

From his point of view, Han Muye, who got Yuan Tianjianzun's sword pills and was guarded by Daoist Dayan, was of course Yuan Tianjianzun's disciple.

Tang Yunhao stared wide-eyed, looking at the wasteland in front of him.

Such a land of tens of thousands of miles, was it really cut out with a single sword?

What kind of strong man is Han Banxian's master?

"boom--"

In the wilderness, the sound of roaring and shaking came.

Let's do it!

Everyone raised their heads, wanting to see the situation in the wasteland.

It's just that the wilderness is vast, and the power of the soul is chaotic in it, and there is no trace of it at all.

They didn't know where Han Muye was or how the battle was going.

"boom--"

In the depths of the wilderness where outsiders can't see, Han Muye slashed down with the sword in his hand, and repelled several black-robed men blocking the way in front of him.

Each of these people is a situation.

"Hehe, the number one young generation in Xijiang."

"The way of the sword banishes the immortal."

"You do have the qualifications."

Among the repelled men in black robes, someone sneered.

Everyone has a faint evil spirit and resentment intertwined.

"You shouldn't have come to the Wasteland of Broken Soul."

"You have no idea what the Wasteland of Broken Soul is."

The person who made the sound laughed, and his figure suddenly exploded.

Not only him, but the others also exploded, turning into a cloud of gray-black resentment.

This resentment seemed to activate the entire Broken Soul Wasteland.

Endless resentment swirled towards Han Muye.

resentment.

This is something that most practitioners in the world dare not touch.

Resentment hurts the spirit, as long as it infects the soul, it will be damaged at the slightest, and the body will die if it is serious, and it will be merged with these resentments.

The resentment here is so strong, as long as it is contaminated, it will undoubtedly die!

How many practitioners in the world can bear the grievances here?

The resentment was rolling, and it surged like a ghost.

In Han Muye's view, this is an opportunity he found himself.

Resentment is an opportunity.

The opportunity to repair awe-inspiring energy.

"town."

As soon as the words fell, the Four Elephant Swords formed.

The blue dragon, the white tiger, the red bird and the basalt, the four elephants gathered together.

Without the slightest hesitation, the sword light and awe-inspiring energy poured in, and the four elephants turned into golden bodies.

"town--"

The Four Elephant Divine Beast condensed a body of a hundred feet and rushed down.

All the gathered grievances were shrouded in golden light and pressed into gold.

Transformation of resentment into arrogance!

Endless resentment, all turned into golden yellow!

The resentment was suppressed, and a pale phantom emerged.

It was the soul of resentment that had been preserved for countless years in this wasteland of broken souls.

Some of these gods and souls have demons and demons.

Some of them fell during the great war, and some were tortured and killed in the Black Spirit Valley for countless years.

Continuous turbulence, tens of thousands.

At this time, all the spirits are standing in place.

"Seniors, junior Han Muye, I'm here to seek justice for you, and please help me, seniors."

Han Muye bowed towards these illusory figures and spoke loudly.

The phantoms did not respond.

But they didn't dissipate, they responded!

Han Muye let out a long howl, triggering the Four Elephant Sword Formation to rush forward with a magnificent golden light.

At this moment, he no longer regretted his arrogance.

This entire wasteland is filled with endless arrogance!

The grievances were refined and turned into arrogance.

Phantoms followed behind him.

The power of the soul gathered and condensed into a black dragon, with the wind of a tiger roaring and a dragon singing.

All the grievances collided with the blue dragon and the four-element array, and were all absorbed.

As if a snowball was rolling, the golden four-element sword array and the pale and transparent black dragon became more and more prosperous.

The golden light and silvery white halo seemed to illuminate the entire wasteland.

It is necessary to turn this wasteland of broken souls that has not seen light for thousands of years into a land of clarity.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter!

Three days later, before the black rolling valley.

"boom--"

Ahead, a dark thousand-foot phantom fell down.

It was a phantom of a three-headed troll.

But before the phantom of the troll arrived, the phantom behind Han Muye gathered into a thousand-foot-high golden armored warrior, smashing the phantom with one punch.

With the infusion of awe-inspiring energy, the resentment can only continue to subside.

Looking from the outside of the wasteland, resentment turned into a vortex over the entire wasteland, constantly churning.

Between the sky and the earth, there are all the pulls of dark clouds and golden light.

"The ignorant is meaningless."

"Is it true that cultivating Grandeur Qi can destroy my Black Spirit Valley?"

A voice sounded, and a ten-foot black-armored demon stood in front of the four elephant sword formation.

"when--"

The footsteps of the Four Elephant Sword Formation were finally stopped.

The Four Elephant Sword Formation trembled and slowly blurred.

Half step heaven.

In the Black Spirit Valley, there is really a half-step heaven.

Moreover, the half-step heavenly realm cultivation in the Black Spirit Valley is fundamentally the cultivation method of the outsider demons.

No wonder these people from the Black Spirit Valley seldom communicate with the outside world.

They are the remnants of those who practiced outside the realm.

Resentment intertwined with dense white bones, and exploded.

Countless Black Spirit Valley monks appeared in front of them.

A series of grievances screamed.

The hands of these cultivators in the Black Spirit Valley are stained with the blood of the souls of the cultivation world in the western border.

Looking at the unjust souls surging in the sky, golden light intertwined and circulated in Han Muye's eyes.

Isn't the purpose of cultivating the sword to make the world so uneven and dark, with nowhere to hide?

Sword cultivator, sword in hand, if you don't kill this evil cultivator, it's no different from scrap iron!

Today, the Black Spirit Valley must be destroyed!

On Han Muye's body, sword intent soared into the sky.

Behind him, Taoist Dayan watched with a complicated expression.

At this moment, Han Muye, in his eyes, is very much like that sword master Yuan Tian who is only for the way of sword in his heart.

The exploding black magic energy turned into a long knife.

The long knife appeared, and the endless coercion made Han Muye freeze in place.

This knife is a collection of spirit and resentment.

This is the cohesion of the strength of the half-step heavenly realm powerhouse.

This knife, under the half-step heaven realm, can kill with one blow.

"Om—"

The light of the knife is like a wheel, accompanied by ghosts and ghosts.

The long knife swept across, smashing the body of countless souls gathered in front of Han Muye.

The soul is wandering, and it is difficult to get together again.

The phantom laughed.

This kind of pure soul is a great tonic.

"And thank you for sending these good things."

With a whisper, the phantom turned into a long snake, opened its huge mouth, and the endless suction force wanted to swallow Han Muye and those spirits.

The ghost of the Black Spirit Valley has already surpassed the half-step heaven realm.

If it wasn't in the western border, and it wasn't for the fear of being discovered by the heavenly realm of the Profound Sky World, it would have already crossed this step and become a heavenly realm.

The phantom snake roared and roared, swallowing the sky.

The entire wasteland was shaken, and outside the wasteland, ghostly shadows supported the sky.

Who can resist such power?

Outside the wilderness, those young and strong men's original desire to win faded away.

Fortunately, I was not impulsive, and rushed into the wasteland with Han Muye.

In front of such a mighty demon, without the power of half a step of the heavenly realm, he couldn't survive.

In the wilderness, Han Muye raised his head and looked at the specter covering the sky.

very strong.

Much stronger than he imagined.

Today's battle is unpredictable.

But just like that, he became more and more excited!

war!

The next moment, above Han Muye's head, a beam of sword light rose brightly.

"Boy Han, I'll accompany you crazy."

"You can send Jianwan."

Daoist Dayan's voice sounded, and one of the four sword pills flew out.

Jianwan, Dayan.

Han Muye chuckled, raised his hand, and the sword intent in the sea of ​​energy poured into the sword pill.

"F*ck!"

"Since when did you cultivate the sword power of earth and stone!"

"It's so cool..."

"I feel invincible."

Among the sword pills, Daoist Dayan's voice was still obscene.

But a group of earthy yellow halos like stars appeared and turned into a huge ball of light with a radius of thousands of feet.

That light knocked away the shadows covering the world.

"Point a star."

Daoist Dayan shouted.

Han Muye nodded and raised his hand.

point star.

Thousands of stars, flying into the sky.

Then, drop it.

The giant snake transformed into a ten-foot-long demon body looked up blankly at the thousand-foot light ball that hit him.

"are you crazy……"

"boom--"

Stars fall.

At this moment, the entire Broken Soul Wasteland was turned upside down.

The whole of Western Xinjiang resounded loudly!

a sword.

Zhenxijiang.