Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 237 Unsheath the sword, life and death without regret! (12 chapters)

The sword light exploded!

The meteorite collapsed!

Thousands of miles of land, rolling like waves!

Pointing at the stars, borrowing the power of heaven and earth, imitating the general trend of falling stars, under one blow, thousands of miles of ground will be cracked.

This kind of power cannot be possessed by the environment.

Even in the heavenly realm, under the second level of the Nascent Soul, it is impossible to break through thousands of miles with one blow.

Between the sky and the earth, smoke and dust filled the sky.

The dark wasteland of broken souls turned yellowish.

In this muddy yellow, there is a smell of soil.

This kind of breath has not been spread in the Broken Soul Wasteland for countless years.

This is the breath of the earth, the breath of life.

With one blow, the entire Black Spirit Valley was smashed into the ground thousands of feet deep.

No matter how many powerhouses they have, they all turn into powder together.

These evil cultivators who refine their souls and cultivate their grievances should have such retribution.

The clouds rolled, and endless vibrations spread from the wilderness to the surroundings.

Outside the wilderness, the faces of those waiting strong men all changed, and they quickly retreated.

The force of this impact is too strong, causing changes in the power of celestial phenomena and earth veins. Whether it is the enlightenment of the earth or the opening of the veins, they are all suppressed by the will of heaven and earth at this moment.

The wilderness rolled, and the western border trembled.

Xijiang, the residence of the Lingdao Sect's mountain gate.

The continuous green hills are surrounded by fairy air.

"Boom—"

Above the sky, there was a mighty bell.

Then on the top of the mountain, a golden light curtain shone down, covering the entire mountain gate with a radius of hundreds of miles.

At the moment when the light curtain was scattered, there was a roar and vibration between the sky and the earth, and the earth shook, as if the sky and the earth were about to overturn.

In the mask, in front of a grand hall, several old men in green robes stood side by side.

"Western Xinjiang is turbulent. Fighting like this is at least the strength of the heavenly realm." Taking the lead, an old man with a gray beard stared at the dust billowing in the distance, and said in a deep voice.

Practitioners in Western Xinjiang, who doesn't pay attention to the battle in the Black Spirit Valley at this time?

As the number one sect in Western Xinjiang, Lingdao Sect knew the battle situation very well.

It is precisely because of this understanding that the heart of this elder of the Lingdao Sect who is in the half-step heaven realm is shaken.

"For thousands of years, my Spirit Dao Sect has been suppressing the Nine Profound Sword Sect for a reason." On the other side, a middle-aged man wearing a purple Taoist crown said with a smile on his face.

"The Jiange inheritance of the Nine Profound Sword Sect really completely broke the rules of the practice world."

"One Jiazi condenses one sword, and fights against the heavens."

"If this kind of inheritance is really prosperous, how can other families live?"

Hearing his words, many people nodded.

Lingdao Sect, Taiyi Sword Sect, and Shangyang Demon Sect have always suppressed Jiange with a tacit understanding.

The inheritance of Jiange has never really flourished.

Looking at it today, it really is right.

How long has Han Muye been in the Jiange? There is such a combat power.

If there were more Han Muye in the Jiange, wouldn't Xijiang have to be decided by the Nine Profound Sword Sect?

"Hehe, fortunately there is only one Han Muye." The Taoist who stood up first said with a smile on his face, "What's more, after today's battle, how much fighting power does he still have?"

Jiange practice is all about consuming soul and sword energy in exchange for combat power.

At the beginning, Han Muye became famous on Yunchao Ridge, in addition to being unparalleled in swordsmanship, he also relied on his soul and sword energy to join forces with Master Tu Sun to fight against the strong monsters.

Han Muye's own cultivation is not worth mentioning.

His spirit and sword energy are completely exhausted, and even if he can fight at a higher level based on his own swordsmanship, it is nothing more than the strength of the land and the meridians.

This level is not too bad among peers.

But in the entire Western Xinjiang, there are countless people who can beat him.

Even if Han Muye survived today, he is still a mortal.

"Do you think that the Nine Profound Sword Sect deliberately let Han Muye abolish his cultivation, so that my Spiritual Dao Sect can feel at ease?" A Taoist looked around and said softly.

Nine Profound Sword Sect has done this kind of thing many times.

In Lingdaozong's view, what Jiuxuanjianmen did was like that gecko with a broken tail, always thinking that he was smart and could escape oppression by self-mutilation.

In fact, for so many years, the Nine Profound Sword Sect has never really risen.

"Let's wait for the Great Elder to make a decision." Someone in front said lightly.

Great Elder.

Wanhua real person.

The Wanhua Daoist who is currently in retreat.

At this time, in the secret room on the back mountain of Lingdao Sect, Wanhua Daoist, who was full of spiritual energy, slowly opened his eyes.

There was a blue aura flickering in his eyes.

"Sword exile Han Muye?"

"At the beginning, when my avatar fell in Qingmang Mountain, why do I always feel that I have something to do with this person?"

"Unfortunately, when I used that sword method back then, I couldn't feel all the incarnation messages."

Taoist Wanhua's body was intertwined with traces of aura, which seemed to run wild uncontrollably.

The fall of his avatar did him a lot of damage.

"Xijiang, the world of Profound Sky, even if my Spirit Dao Sect wants to leave Xijiang, I can't leave empty-handed."

"Those who should be taken away must be taken away, and those who should be killed should not be kept."

Whispering softly, Taoist Wanhua raised his hand, and the blue aura covered the space in front of him.

Not urgent.

When he leaves the customs, it will be time to sweep the western border and search for resources.

...

Xijiang, on top of a cliff.

An old man in a black robe looked into the distance.

Over there, there is smoke and dust rising, trying to cover half of the sky.

This place is too far away from the Black Spirit Valley, and I can only feel the slight vibration and the rise of smoke and dust clouds, but I can't feel anything else.

The old man's eyes were deep and he whispered softly.

"Dayan?"

"Is there a time when this kid is so tough?"

"I'm also curious, what kind of junior can make Dayan submit."

"At the beginning, this kid, except for the master, no one looked down upon..."

Looking at the smoke and dust in the distance, the old man turned his head and looked at the mountains behind him.

On his body, a dignified sword light flashed, and then disappeared.

"The master asked me to guard the western border. Only when someone who can truly control the western border appears can I go to the fairy world to find him."

"It's been six thousand years, Immortal of Sword Dao, I hope you don't let me down."

...

The blow in the Broken Soul Wasteland shattered the entire Black Spirit Valley.

Han Muye stood in the void, neither sad nor happy.

A sword that has been nourished for a long time is consumed, and in exchange for a sword, it cuts thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

This is Jianxiu.

"Happy..."

A sword pill drifted back to Han Muye's body.

Daoist Dayan appeared, his face was flushed red, and his legs were fluffy.

"Since that time when I brutally killed a practitioner outside the realm and shattered thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with one sword, I haven't been so happy in eight thousand years."

Taoist Dayan looked at Han Muye with a complicated expression on his face.

"You have a chance."

Have the opportunity.

Have a chance to become the next Sword Master Yuan Tian, ​​or have a chance to surpass Sword Master Yuan Tian?

Or, is there a chance to become the master of Daoist Daoist?

Han Muye chuckled, and stretched out his hand to hold Jianwan.

The sword just now, pouring sword power into the strike, borrowed the general power of heaven and earth.

This kind of swordsmanship is also an unimaginable accumulation of experience for him.

Isn't the practice in the world just such a step-by-step groping?

Seeing the smoke and dust around him slowly subside, Han Muye moved and flew back.

Now that this Black Spirit Valley has been leveled, there is no need to stay any longer.

After this battle, he has no interest in fighting other practitioners.

Go back to Nine Profound Sword Gate.

With a movement of his body, the sword light streaked across the void.

At this time, thousands of miles away, countless practitioners could no longer hold back and fled to the wasteland.

Everyone wants to see how the battle will turn out.

Did Han Muye, the Banished Immortal of Sword Dao, win and pacify the Black Spirit Valley, or was it that the Banished Fairy of Sword Dao broke his sword here without any harm in Hei Ling Valley?

Above the sky, there is a stream of light.

On the Broken Soul Wasteland, the yellow and gloomy light is also sinking, revealing the blue sky.

Could it be that the Dao of Swordsman really won?

"Sword light!"

Suddenly, someone whispered.

It's Jianguang!

Ahead, a bright sword light ran across the sky, piercing the flowing clouds.

Sword repair!

The sword cultivator here must be Han Muye, the Banished Immortal of Sword Dao!

It's the way of the sword that banishes the immortal to win!

Black Spirit Valley, destroyed!

"It's Han Muye!"

"My God, is there really such a strong swordsman in the world who can destroy the Black Spirit Valley by himself?"

"My generation of sword cultivators should run rampant for thousands of miles, slay demons and eliminate demons, that's what I should do!"

Countless people cheered.

At this moment, all the sword cultivators had this uncontrollable joy in their hearts.

This is a great victory for the sword cultivator!

"Sword Dao Banished Immortal!"

Someone shouted.

Then countless people cheered.

"I really didn't expect this kid to be able to flatten the Black Spirit Valley by himself." Standing in the void, the ancestor of the Mu family stroked his beard and said softly: "I remember that he and my Mu Wan seem to have a good relationship... "

Beside him, Fairy Shaoyao's eyes lit up, and she stretched out her hand to pinch the ancestor's waist: "You old man, why didn't you arrange this kind of thing earlier?"

Tang Yunhao and Zhao Yunlong stood together, looking at the flying sword light in the distance, with expressions of amazement on their faces.

"This is the way of the sword."

"That's what sword practitioners in the world should do."

Zhao Yunlong turned his head to look at Tang Yunhao, and said in a low voice: "You are in the dark, but you have light in your heart, the master will give you a way to reach the sky."

Tang Yunhao nodded, and lightly clenched his fists.

One person, one sword, destroys a large sect.

What the world dare not do, what the world dare not kill, what the world dare not imagine, is just a sword!

This is the sword cultivator.

He remembered what Han Muye had said to him back then.

Sword cultivator, beware of having a sword in your heart.

Above the sky, Han Muye, who was in the form of sword light, was neither sad nor happy.

He seemed to be two people.

One person controls the sword light, and the other person is suspended for nine days, looking at the world below.

This is the performance of understanding the way of heaven.

Gather one hundred thousand miles, and cut off the evil spirits with one sword.

After this sword strike, his way was approaching perfection.

So, at this time, he is enlightening.

But the more this was the case, the more he felt that there was a lack of avenues in this world.

Where is it missing?

Han Muye's eyes fell on the wasteland that had been covered by loess and dust.

Wasteland, or that wasteland.

Yes, it's still the wasteland.

wrong!

Han Muye paused, and Jian Guang stopped where he was.

After destroying the Black Spirit Valley, the entire wasteland was shattered, why is it still the same wasteland?

The wasteland should be the same as any place in Western Xinjiang, with aura, vitality, and the growth of all living things.

But the wasteland is still the wasteland.

Demons from outside the realm devour the heavens!

The real behind-the-scenes here is not the Black Spirit Valley, but the demon hidden under the wilderness of a hundred thousand miles!

Han Muye stood in mid-air, with endless killing intent in his eyes.

Behind him, Jian Guang slowly emerged.

The cyan sword light reveals the radiance of Ling Jue Tiandi.

The sword light was too bright and turned into the scorching sun!

"He, what happened to him?"

Seeing Han Muye standing where he was, with sword lights surging from his body, everyone was stunned.

The Black Spirit Valley has already been destroyed, why use the sword?

Could it be that it is not enough for him to destroy the Black Spirit Valley, but also other sects?

"No way, could it be that he was obsessed by the sword intent rushing into the divine treasure, and the murderous intent fascinated him?" Someone exclaimed, stepping back.

"It's possible that the sword intent is too strong, fascinated by the mind, and turned into a sword demon. Such things have happened before."

Someone said, busy to back away.

How frightening is the way of the sword.

Such a sword demon only wants to kill with the sword in his heart, and the whole person is controlled by the sword, immortal.

"I remembered, Jiange inheritance, five hundred years ago, there were masters controlled by swords." Someone shouted.

"Yes, Yu Shanqing, the elder of the Jiange five hundred years ago, practiced the sword art of the Jiange soldiers, and was finally controlled by the sword. He turned into a sword demon and killed more than 30 sword watchers in the Jiange in one day."

"The way of the sword is exiled to the devil!"

Everyone shouted and stepped back.

However, their figures seemed out of control.

The first to discover something was wrong was the ancestor of the Mu family and Fairy Shaoyao.

"This is the suppression of the power of heaven!"

The ancestor of the Mu family looked down solemnly, looking down, his eyes showed fear: "In the wasteland of broken souls, the power of heaven and earth will also be cut off. The legend back then is actually true!"

His words caused an uproar among the practitioners around him.

Before everyone could exclaim, a trembling force surged from below.

The ground rolled, and the skeleton of a four-legged giant beast stood up slowly.

"Hehe, in this world, there are still people who can see through the deity's concealment."

"rare."

A voice came from the skeleton of the giant beast.

The sound shook, shaking the figures on the sky, making it difficult to control the sword light aura.

This is the suppression of the soul and the Dao.

The power of this giant beast's skeleton has far surpassed everyone's imagination.

The dust scattered, and the body of the skeleton was revealed.

Ten thousand zhang four-legged, with scattered scales on his body.

On the skull, there is a piercing sword mark between the eyes.

At this time, there were blue flames in the eye sockets of the giant skeleton beast.

"Actually, you can leave."

The fangs in the giant beast's mouth glowed with a blue aura.

The flames in the eye sockets were thrown in the direction of Han Muye.

"I only need the souls of these human races, and I never thought about keeping you."

At this time, Han Muye's figure was already above the void, completely out of the control of this giant beast.

If you want to leave, just turn around and leave.

Words came out from the giant beast's mouth, and blue phantoms appeared on its body, rushing around.

"Soul Eater!"

Someone looked at the blue shadow and shouted in panic.

The soul-devouring demon devours the soul and possesses a human body.

These monsters are not strong, but they specialize in attacking people's souls.

Practitioners in the world have not yet reached the late stage of enlightenment, and the power of the soul can hardly resist the devouring of the soul-devouring demon.

What's more, the soul-devouring monster rushed into the cultivator's sacred treasure, not just one, but several or even dozens of them.

Even in the heavenly realm, even the divine soul can't stop hundreds of soul-devouring demons from biting and devouring them.

"This is the soul-devouring demon shadow, the great demon that ravaged the western border three thousand years ago!"

"No, it's an evil spirit, an evil spirit other than Tianxuan, which set off a catastrophe in the western border, and finally disappeared. It is here!"

Countless exclamations of fear came out.

The body of practitioners all over the sky was fixed, and there was no way to escape.

The method of the Soul Eater is extremely terrifying in the legend.

They devoured the soul, controlled the body, and survived pretending to be practitioners.

Outsiders don't even know that he has been devoured by the Soul Eater.

"This is the Heavenly Demon." The eyes of the ancestor of the Mu family shone brightly, and he said in a low voice, "Shao Yao, if you can't get away, I will explode my soul power and send you away."

Beside her, Fairy Shaoyao had a complicated look on her face, she didn't nod or speak.

Down below, those Soul Eaters are getting closer.

"Actually, there are countless practitioners under your control in Xijiang, right?"

Han Muye whispered.

He remembered some weird things that he didn't understand at the beginning.

Back then, there were always a few swords in the Jiange, and their owners died strangely.

Not only Jiange, but also in other sects, there are such people.

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

His eyes fell on the huge skeleton.

"Han Muye, think about it clearly, this is a heavenly demon that has been rampant for thousands of years." Daoist Dayan's voice came.

Daoist Dayan appeared beside him, and said in a low voice: "Back then, he didn't kill him with a single sword, leaving trouble behind."

This Heavenly Demon was one of the three out-of-bounds major cultivators killed by Sword Master Yuan Tian that year.

It's just that the heavenly demon quietly survived with a secret method, and even occupied the skeleton of another big monster.

"If you want to go, it's still too late." Daoist Dayan took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Back then, he also encountered a strong enemy and had to retreat temporarily."

Cultivating a sword is not for seeking death.

Swordsmanship is tough but easy to break.

There is no shame in leaving today.

The heavenly demon left in the ancient times is not its opponent, it is normal.

Today's countless cultivators actually have little relationship with Han Muye, even the ancestors of the Mu family are just acquaintances, not life-to-life acquaintances.

If we leave today, Han Muye's Dao Heart will not be damaged much.

Hearing Daoist Dayan's words, Han Muye smiled lightly.

Walk?

How can I leave before the sword comes out?

In his palm, the black sword vibrated.

"Dayan Daoist, can you help me again?"

Help again?

Daoist Dayan looked at Han Muye, gritted his teeth and said, "I've accepted my fate. If I don't die this time, I will recognize you as the master in the future."

After speaking, his figure turned into a breeze and landed on the black sword.

Han Muye laughed loudly and stepped forward.

"What you've been looking for is this sword, right?"

Han Muye shouted, the power of space circulated on the black sword.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the flames in the eyes of the giant beast below solidified, and all the Soul Eaters that charged out surrounded Han Muye.

"give me."

"I want to leave this world."

The giant beast roared wildly, and its figure flew into the sky.

"You want this sword?" Han Muye narrowed his eyes and opened his hand lightly.

"That depends on whether you can block my sword."

With one hand behind his back, he pointed forward lightly with the other.

At this moment, in his mind, the picture of Mo Yuan unleashing the sword, and Yuan Tianjianzun's appearance overlapping together.

The way of swordsmanship is the most logical, and all paths lead to the same goal.

There is a sword in my heart, and I will go forward.

I have a sword in my hand, may the world be peaceful.

"boom--"

Three swords rose up.

This is the sword intent condensed in Han Muye's dantian.

Consumed before, everything at this time is here.

"Three Sword Intents!"

"Han Jixian has already condensed the three swords. With such a method, no one in the younger generation can beat him!"

Seeing Han Muye's three magnificent sword lights, everyone's eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

"Han Banxian, you, you go..." Someone whispered.

Han Muye, who has three sword intents, left today, and he is still the first person of the young generation in Xijiang.

If you stay, can you not die?

"Jiuxuan Sword Gate Jiange Han Yuxian, if I, Mo Sanyue, can live with this sword today, I will definitely repay it with death." Someone looked at Han Muye who was coming retrograde, and clenched his fists.

Before life and death, how many people can go retrograde?

"At the beginning, on Yunchao Ridge, you were surrounded by the heavens, and you used your sword against the sky."

"Today, before the Heavenly Demon, you still came without fear."

"You are the real sword cultivator."

The person who spoke had a solemn expression.

He stared at Han Muye, who was coming retrograde, and suddenly shouted: "Fellows, Immortal Han Zaisha is going retrograde today with his sword. How about we help him leave this place after one strike?"

"Isn't what practitioners of my generation seek to be happy and clear-headed?"

"I, Liu Shengyu, would like to blew my mind and soul to help Xianxian Han leave. Is there anyone who would like to do so?"

Self-detonation of the cultivation base of the soul, to help the Immortal Han to leave!

"Okay." Not far away, Wanyue in white lightly opened her eyes.

"Hehe, I can try it." An old man with a fifth level Golden Core said with a long smile.

"Husband, let me stay with you." Fairy Shaoyao stretched out her hand, held the Mu family patriarch's arm, and said softly, "Let's help him leave."

The ancestor of the Mu family turned his head and looked in the direction where countless soul-devouring monsters were attacking.

Over there, Han Muye walked forward with his hands behind his back, like a fairy coming to the world.

"Okay." He whispered softly.

Fairy Peony smiled lightly.

It's like a garden full of flowers blooming in the spring moon and drizzle.

As Han Muye walked forward, the black sword shadow flashed in front of him.

Three sword intents rushed into the black long sword, bringing out a lingering coldness.

"Not enough, boy, these three sword intents will definitely not be able to stop these Soul Eaters."

"Even if I destroy my soul, I can't stop it."

Among the swords, Daoist Dayan's voice came anxiously.

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, looking at those Soul Eaters, his eyes passed over these illusory figures and landed on the thousands of feet of bones below.

Can't stop the Soul Eater?

Today, I came retrograde just to block the Soul Eater?

how is this possible!

With the sword out of its sheath, there will be no regrets in life and death!

"Not enough sword intent?"

"I still have."