Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 238 Gift from Heaven and Earth, Grandmaster Haoran (22 Five Thousand Chapters)

Han Muye raised his hand, and in the sea of ​​energy, sword intent surged up.

A sword light appeared.

Another sword intent, the sword light is colorful, shining in the void.

Another one.

Another one.

Another one.

At this moment, there is only Jian Guang in the world!

The sky is full of sword lights.

The twenty-three sword intents are divided into seven colors, countless scattered sword qi, like gentle wind and drizzle.

Two red and blue sword lights that looked like pillars of light caused the world to shake!

"madman……"

Daoist Dayan's voice came, showing a trace of fear: "How much sword intent have you refined?"

"No, there are still two sword stances, a total of three sword stances in your body, how can you hold your life and body..."

Hearing his words, Han Muye's eyes fell on those sword lights.

Some of these sword lights stayed in his sea of ​​air for several months.

Some, when he just practiced, he absorbed into the sea of ​​qi.

These sword intents come from the senior swords on the second floor of Jiange.

With these swords in mind, Han Muye felt at ease.

Even at the end of his lifespan, he didn't dispel these sword intents.

His eyes fell on the fiery red sword.

This is the sword intent condensed by the ancestor Tao Ran, and he continued to nurture it, turning it into a sword force.

Although this sword power resides in the sea of ​​qi, in fact, it has a tendency to be refined.

Slowly nurturing, after a hundred years, maybe he can really become his own.

Only at this time, he emptied the air sea.

"Han Baxian."

Looking at the sword light all over the sky, someone whispered blankly.

What is the Sword of Immortals?

There is really no wrong nickname...

There are more than twenty sword intents and two sword moves in one body.

This kind of sword repair, even if the heavenly realm comes, there is nothing he can do, right?

With such sword intent gathered, even the heavenly realm can fight!

"Really, it's too strong!" Those swordsman elites who had challenged Han Muye's heart all felt trembling in their hearts.

"So, you are already so strong." A young man in a black robe whispered and lowered his head.

With so many sword intents with him, and the condensed power of a sword capable of defeating half a step of Heaven Realm, let alone Immortal Han being invincible by his peers, how many people in the entire western border can be invincible?

No wonder he dared to fight against the Heaven Realm on Yunchao Ridge back then!

"Senior Zhao, can you help Xianxian Han?" Tang Yunhao asked in a deep voice.

He knew the identity of Zhao Yunlong beside him.

He hoped that Zhao Yunlong's method could help Han Muye.

Zhao Yunlong shook his head and said in a low voice, "I can't help you."

"Brother Dao has already made a move, I will only add to the chaos if I go."

"What's more, I am also suppressed by the demon now, and I can't move."

Having said that, there was a bright halo in his eyes: "However, if the master dares to come in the opposite direction, he will definitely be able to slay the devil with a single sword."

Killing demons with one sword?

Tang Yunhao lowered his head and looked at the huge skeleton.

OK.

"He," the ancestor of the Mu family looked at the sword light all over the sky, frowned and said in a low voice: "Does he really have the heart to slay demons?"

The strength of the sword that Han Muye showed can already be compared with the strongest sword cultivators in Western Xinjiang.

With these methods, as long as you turn around, the number one swordsman in Xijiang in a hundred years will be at your fingertips.

If Han Muye doesn't leave today, is he really going to kill the devil?

"Even if the magic flame is so powerful, I don't have any fear in my heart. I understand." Not far away, a young man with a long sword on his back gritted his teeth and shouted.

There is no fear in my heart.

Han Muye looked at the Endless Soul Eater rushing towards him, feeling neither sad nor happy.

He hung in another consciousness in the sky, and what he saw was not a Soul Eater at all.

Those are just poor souls who have been enslaved for countless years and lost themselves!

It is not difficult to deal with such wronged souls.

In his divine treasury, the golden mortal mantra vibrated, turned into golden light, and dissipated away.

Appearing again, it has already appeared in front of him, turning into a golden barrier.

"boom--"

A Soul Eater's body collided with the light curtain.

The gray-black Soul Eater passed through the light curtain, and then the black light dissipated, leaving only a faint phantom.

Green robe, sword on back, green face.

"He Mu Jianzong Shao Dequan, thank you fellow daoist for awakening your soul."

The young man bowed towards Han Muye, and his figure disappeared.

At this time, the body of the second Soul Eater has passed through the light curtain and turned into a white wolf.

The white wolf whimpered a few times towards Han Muye, and his figure dissipated.

A series of soul-devouring demons crashed into the light curtain, landed in front of Han Muye, and then turned into clear spirits.

The awe-inspiring spirit is the most capable of suppressing demons and exorcising evil spirits.

The lost soul of the Soul-devouring Demon was swept away by the awe-inspiring energy, and became clear immediately.

"Uncle Master!"

Below, someone screamed.

The green-robed and black-bearded Taoist stared at the old man bowing in front of Han Muye, and his eyes widened.

The old man turned his head, smiled at the Taoist, and then disappeared.

"It turns out that Master Uncle was controlled by the Heavenly Demon and turned into a Soul Eater."

"No wonder we couldn't find any trace of him back then."

The Taoist clenched his fists, with a look of relief on his face: "Master, we know the whereabouts of our master."

One after another, the soul-devouring demons were resolved by Han Muye, and the skeleton below roared, carrying soaring demonic energy, and rushed towards Han Muye.

To it, the Soul Eater is just a tool for control.

Be it the Black Spirit Valley or the Soul Eater, they can all be sacrificed.

What it wants is Han Muye's sword.

That sword, with the power of space, is the key to open the passage to seal the town in the Profound Sky World!

Today, no one can stop it from getting that sword!

As long as you get the sword, open the channel of this world, and attract the endless heavenly demons of your own clan to descend, this world can be controlled.

Even the origin of heaven and earth can be devoured!

This is the Heavenly Demon, the Heavenly Demon who feeds on the origin of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!

The Wanzhang Heavenly Demon rushed towards Han Muye, and all the practitioners below clenched their fists.

This day the demon is too strong, so strong that the ancestor of the Mu family and the Taoist fairy Shaoyao are helpless, and they are frozen.

Who can stop such a monster?

Immortal Han, can you stop it?

"Boy Han, when you see Yuniang some other day, you tell her that Dayan has never done anything wrong to her."

Daoist Dayan's voice came from the black long sword in front of Han Muye.

Then, the long sword shook, and all the scattered sword intent and momentum turned into a vortex and poured into the sword.

The long sword suddenly turned into ten thousand feet, the edge of the sword was cold and gleaming.

"Boy Han, after this sword strike, you turn around and leave."

"The power of the heavenly demon lies mostly in its soul. With this sword, it can shatter its body, but it cannot hurt its soul."

Daoist Dayan shouted, then pointed forward with the long sword, the blade vibrated, ready to stab forward.

Han Muye shook his head.

He raised his hand, and his fingers merged into sword fingers.

"Om—"

The long sword vibrated.

"Boy, what are you doing!"

"If you can't control this kind of sword intent, I'll come!"

In the long sword, Taoist Dayan shouted in panic.

Dozens of sword intents, and the power of two sword forces, not to mention Han Muye's cultivation, even a celestial realm, can't be controlled.

Daoist Dayan was about to exhaust his soul, but he didn't dare to say how long he could activate such a powerful sword intent.

From his point of view, Han Muye's soul and aura would be shattered and his aura would be exhausted within one thousandth of a breath when he moved the sword.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes without responding to Daoist Dayan.

Above his head, a blue sword light appeared.

Soul Sword!

Han Muye also has a Soul Sword!

Below, those practitioners all stared wide-eyed.

They couldn't imagine that Han Muye had so many hidden methods.

Sword intent.

Sword potential.

Soul Sword.

And that light curtain that can block the Soul Eater.

Taking out all of these is a means to run rampant in Western Xinjiang.

But today, Han Muye took all of them out just to fight against the Heavenly Demon.

"does it worth?"

Someone whispered.

"You, is it worth it?"

Countless people looked at Han Muye with complex expressions, the soul sword energy above his head converging with the long sword in front of him.

The sword of the soul is condensed in one armor.

Even those who are extremely talented in swordsmanship don't need a Jiazi to condense, but if they are worn out, it is still extremely difficult to condense them out.

This is a sword that can defy the sky within a hundred breaths...

"Han Banxian's request is no longer comprehensible to mediocre people like me." An old man with a long sword on his back smiled wryly and bowed his head.

He is already a Gold Core, and he judged Han Muye before the wasteland, saying that he is tough but easy to break.

"Perhaps, this is the true sword cultivator, who has a way in his heart and will never turn back?"

Someone held the long sword in his hand and spoke in a deep voice.

do not know.

don't know.

Understood, that is the Great Cultivator.

Everyone was looking at the sky, at the sword in front of Han Muye colliding with the demon.

"I have a sword called Wanjian Guizong."

Han Muye whispered softly, the words were not only heard by him and Daoist Dayan, but also by everyone around.

"This sword was not cultivated by a talented and powerful man like Senior Yuan Tianjian."

"This sword is cultivated by all the people in the world who are passionate about swordsmanship but have mediocre talents."

"This sword has nothing to do with cultivation."

Han Muye pointed forward with his finger.

The arm pointed forward, as if raising a sword to stab.

At this moment, the sword light was dazzling, shining all over the world, and everyone closed their eyes.

No one saw that the four sword lights followed the sword light and disappeared in a flash.

The black long sword pierced the forehead of the monster skeleton.

The sword's edge pierced through the forehead, pierced through the previous scar, pressed the giant beast, fell from the sky, and hit the ground.

"boom--"

A hundred times more explosive vibration and roar than the previous star-pointing sword sounded.

In the sky, all the figures fixed there vomited blood and flew away.

The entire void exploded in an instant.

The endless wind blows away the silence of countless years in the Broken Soul Wasteland.

As if, heaven and earth woke up.

"boom--"

The bones of the gigantic giant beast shattered and turned into jade-colored long bones, scattered across thousands of miles of space.

This long bone is a jade bone that even great monks in the heavenly realm need to refine slowly.

demon bone.

As the demon bones scattered, the entire wasteland began to rain.

A breath of life was born spontaneously.

Standing in mid-air, Han Muye was smiling, letting the rain fall on his body, his figure slowly falling.

carefree.

A sword today is fun.

Sword energy, sword intent, sword momentum, and the sword of soul are exhausted.

With one strike today, the Heavenly Demon will not die, but Han Muye will surely die.

Fortunately, Omen, is dead.

With his feet on the soft soil, Han Muye leaned over and picked up a five-foot long jade bone, using it as a crutch, leaning on it, and walked forward slowly.

With all his strength exhausted, he is now a mortal.

A mortal who struggles to walk.

Countless practitioners flew to his side, watching him walk forward slowly.

With a smile on his face, Han Muye waved his hands and said, "This is an opportunity full of demon bones, don't waste it."

The ground is full of demon bones.

Everyone looked at Han Muye and felt an uncontrollable emotional surge in their hearts.

If it wasn't for Han Muye's all-out sword strike, the place might not be full of monster bones, but soul-devouring monsters!

The practitioners here will all be controlled by the demons and turn into soul-devouring demons.

Today, it was Han Jixian who saved everyone.

But he has become a mortal.

"Han Banxian, I will send you back to Jiuxuan Mountain." Wan Yue stepped forward and said in a low voice.

As her voice fell, another voice sounded: "I will also send Senior Brother Han back to Jiuxuan Mountain."

"Han Banxian, I will follow you to the Nine Profound Sword Gate."

Han Muye laughed, kept walking, and said flatly, "I accept your love, I, Han Muye, haven't reached the point where I need you to send me back to the mountain."

"Cultivate well, wait for the day when the nine sects are rearranged, Han will compete with you again."

The day of the rearrangement of the Nine Factions!

The day of reorganization of the Nine Schools of Western Borders is not far away. At this time, Han Muye has completely lost his cultivation, and at that time, even a low-level disciple may not be able to stop him.

But he is proud at this time, who dares to be disrespectful?

If it weren't for the loss of one's cultivation, who would be able to take Han Yuxian's sword?

If it wasn't for the retrograde slaying of demons, more than twenty swords were aimed at the body, who could use the sword in front of Immortal Han?

If it weren't for the sword that consumed the soul, who would have the qualifications to stand in front of Xianxian Han under the heavenly realm?

This is the sword cultivator!

Despise life and death, despise honor and disgrace, just for a sword in the heart.

With this sword out, there will be no regrets in ten thousand deaths!

"Han Banxian, the day when the Nine Schools regroup, as long as I meet you Han Banxian, I, Duan Yihong, will never use my sword." A young man in a white robe took a step forward, bowed and shouted.

Duan Yihong!

Infernal Dao Sect Duan Yihong!

The one who is regarded as the Tianjiao who can compete with Han Yuxian.

"Han Banxian, on the day when the Nine Schools are rearranged, I, Sun Ji, will never strike you with a sword."

"Han Banxian, on the day of the re-arrangement of the Nine Factions, I, Luo Taoyang, will give you a victory."

"Han Banxian, on the day of the rearrangement of the Nine Schools, I will lose you first."

...

One after another voice sounded.

These elite disciples who are qualified to participate in the rearrangement of the Nine Factions will not break their promises.

Han Muye has not fought a single game, but he has already set hundreds of victories for the day when the nine factions will be rearranged in the future.

Hearing the voice behind him, Han Muye smiled and took out a small gourd, bit off the stopper, and took a sip of wine.

The wine is sweet and clear, it enters the mouth, penetrates the intestines and enters the abdomen, and is hot.

"Brother Han."

Tang Yunhao's voice sounded.

He stepped forward quickly, bowed and said: "Senior Brother, Senior Zhao and I will protect you back to Jiuxuan Mountain."

How could it be possible for a mortal to travel tens of thousands of miles to Jiuxuan Mountain?

What's more, how many people are still blocking the way?

Hearing Tang Yunhao's words, Han Muye turned his head to look at him, shook his hands, and a few demon bones flew out.

"Send it to you."

Tang Yunhao stretched out his hand to catch it, and his whole body was shocked.

This is the real big demon jade bone.

The scattered demon bones in a radius of thousands of miles have almost exhausted their strength, and few of them are of sufficient quality.

I am afraid that none of them can be compared with these few jade bones.

"Zhao Yunlong, help Tang Yunhao form a force in the old site of Lieyang Palace and occupy that passage."

"I will arrange for someone to hand over to you. From now on, you will be in the business of serious swords and pills in Zhehuatang."

Han Muye turned his head, looked at Tang Yunhao, and said calmly, "Do you understand?"

Tang Yunhao looked up, saw Han Muye's eyes, and was stunned.

Profound and wise, there is endless vastness in it.

Just one look, completely lost his mind.

When he woke up, Han Muye was nowhere to be seen.

"Senior Brother Han—" Tang Yunhao held the jade bone in his hand and said in a low voice.

"The master has already left." Zhao Yunlong looked at him: "You just need to understand that the real strong does not rely on piled up cultivation."

"Even if they have no cultivation base, a single look can make a person die."

"The sound of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou, the most holy text and ink, is thousands of miles away, and when one stroke of ink falls, the world will be overturned."

"This is the real monk."

Looking up, Zhao Yunlong's eyes flashed with inspiration: "The western Xinjiang practice world has been in decline for too long, maybe it will be revived in the hands of the master."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hands and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the old site of Lieyang Palace."

—————

At this time, Han Muye did not continue on foot.

He was sitting on a flying boat.

The person who controls the flying boat is Zhao Pu, the eldest disciple in charge of Sanshizhai of Jiuxuan Sword Gate.

On both sides of this flying boat, there are two ten-foot flying boats accompanying it.

On the flying boat, there is a big sword light mark.

Nine Profound Sword Gate.

"Senior Brother Han, cultivate yourself well, I will do everything to you." Zhao Pu's voice came from outside the cabin.

Han Muye laughed, raised his hand, and a formation plate landed in front of him.

The spiritual light flickered, and the formation plate emitted golden light, and a formation was laid out to isolate it from detection.

"Isn't this kid exhausted? How can he still activate the formation?" On the flying boat accompanying him, Zhang Zhihe, the ancestor of the Nine Profound Sword Gate Water Meridian, shook his head, shaking his head. I want to take it back.

Han Muye, he has never seen through.

The array was cut off from the investigation by the divine sense, and there was a starlight flashing in Han Muye's eyes.

Daoist Dayan's figure appeared beside him, and then he collapsed to the ground.

"You, hurry up, I can't hold it anymore..." Daoist Dayan blushed and said tremblingly.

Hearing his words, Han Muye raised his hand with a smile.

Four sword pills flew out from Daoist Dayan.

The small black sword was automatically inserted back into the hair.

Stretching out his hand to hold the four sword pills, a faint sword light surged from Han Muye's body.

Then, the power like a torrent turned back!

The sword pellets contained all the power of a heavenly demon, as well as the gift of countless pure souls. The power was too strong, too much, and Daoist Dayan couldn't bear it anymore.

Xiujian Wan is such a domineering one.

"Hey, this time, I thought you were a loser."

"Actually, you are the one who makes the most money..."

Looking at Han Muye, who was surrounded by sword light and golden light emerging from his body, Daoist Dayan had a complex expression.

He stretched out his hand, held a piece of demon bone, and slowly refined the power released from it.

Sword spirits can also practice.

"Om—"

On Han Muye's body, a sword chant sounded.

A fiery red light and shadow emerged.

Fire Pulse Sword Intent.

The exhausted sword power returned.

Every sword intent is condensed into a sword thread.

But this sword thread is the state most desired by sword cultivators in the world.

The sword is condensed into silk, and the fine hair is completely visible.

Such a sword light can shatter stars!

The Heavenly Demon didn't actually have a body, the gathered bones were all suppressed by the power of the Heavenly Demon's soul, Han Muye's sword seemed to have consumed everything, but in fact, it was only fired once with all his strength, and then retracted.

Twenty-three sword threads, two sword moves, one is quite a lot, returned to the sea of ​​qi, a hundred times more condensed than before.

"boom--"

The illusory animal shadow with teeth and claws appeared in Han Muye's divine treasure, and then opened its huge mouth, trying to tear Han Muye's divine treasure into pieces.

This is the soul power that the demon has cultivated for countless years.

Among the four sword pills, the soul power of this powerful sky demon was extracted.

This is a treasure, a treasure that all Heavenly Realm overhauls covet!

The next moment, the countless golden lights in Han Muye's divine treasure turned into chains, locking the illusory beast shadow to death.

awe-inspiring.

Han Muye awakened all the soul-devouring monsters controlled by the heavenly demons on the Duanhun Wasteland with his awe-inspiring energy, and refined countless grievances, which was given back to him, directly becoming a half-step master of Confucianism and Taoism.

The cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou starts from a child who is literate and literate, and experiences scholar, scholar, Jinshi, master of Confucianism and Taoism, master of Confucianism and Taoism, great master of Confucianism and Taoism, until he becomes semi-sage of Confucianism and Taoism, and even ascends to the top, becoming a literary and ink voice Ordinary holiest.

At this time, Han Muye's awe-inspiring cultivation has reached the peak of Confucianism and Taoism masters, half-step masters.

Su Zizhan, the governor of Shuxi County in Zhongzhou, who asked for thousands of miles of rain with a piece of paper, is only a half-step master of Confucianism and Taoism.

In the whole of Zhongzhou, there are very few people who have cultivated Confucianism and Taoism to half-step masters and are qualified to be in charge of a county.

Rolling like a tide, the mighty and endless arrogance poured into Shenzang, drowning the beast shadow, and then reunited into the soul sword energy.

With such vigorous power of the soul, how many swords of the soul can be condensed.

The soul sword reunited, the sea of ​​qi and the sword intent returned, and the awe-inspiring qi ascended to the half-step master. At this moment, Han Muye seemed to ascend to the sky in one step.

But, that's not all!

A ball of pale yellow light rose from the jade bone lying in front of Han Muye, and then enveloped Han Muye's entire body.

"A gift from heaven and earth, the power of the earth is at the full level of affinity."

Daoist Dayan looked at the yellow light curtain, his eyes were full of envy: "This is, you really want to force me to recognize the Lord?"