Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 245 You can pick these people at will (12 chapters of 5,000 words)

When Han Muye walked to the mountain gate, the sword light was shining outside the mountain gate.

The two figures intertwined.

"when--"

A long sword flew to Han Muye's feet.

The sword weapon of the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

With a wave of Han Muye's hand, the long sword flew back to the defeated inner disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

"Elder Han..."

The disciple blushed and bowed towards Han Muye.

"Your Yunze swordsmanship is not proficient enough. Just now, the move of stacking clouds was three points slower. When the sword was released, the sword move did not connect with the previous move of Liuyun."

Han Muye spoke lightly.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the disciple bowed excitedly: "Thank you, Elder, for your guidance."

He didn't expect that Han Muye would teach him how to use swords.

Even if it's just one or two moves, if you practice them well, you can improve your combat power.

Isn't that how little progress is made in swordsmanship practice.

Whose practice is not one step at a time, through hard work?

Han Muye waved his hands and looked forward.

On the bluestone square in front of the Nine Profound Sword Gate, eight practitioners in green robes and white shirts stood there.

All of them carry swords, obviously sword cultivators.

And looking at the style of clothes, they belong to the same sect.

Tangshan Sword School.

Han Muye knew the clothes.

On the opposite side, seeing Han Muye, Yang Shao in white robe whispered excitedly, and then led the girl in green at his side to stride forward.

"Yang Shao, you betrayed me at Santan Pavilion, what face do you have to come back—"

In front of the mountain gate of Nine Profound Sword Gate, someone let out a low shout, flew forward, and drew his long sword out of its sheath.

A disciple of Santan Pavilion.

Beside that person, Su Chengyun and a group of Santan Pavilion disciples stood, all of them had gloomy expressions.

When the long sword arrived, Yang Shao's face remained unchanged, he didn't even look at it, he just raised his hand.

"Canglang—"

The sword light flashed.

The continuous waves of sword light engulfed the striker and threw him several feet away.

Good swordsmanship!

This sword made everyone's eyes light up.

They all practice swords, so you can tell at a glance which sword is good and which one is not.

Yang Shao's sword is full of light and light, and he has already obtained the most soft and inexhaustible Taoism in the water pulse swordsmanship.

This sword can be used in battle!

The Jianmen disciple who was thrown out by Yang Shao's sword got up, and his face flashed blankly.

When he was in Jianmen back then, although Yang Shao was better at swordsmanship than him, it was only a little bit better.

Over the past year, he has participated in several battles, and both his cultivation base and combat power have improved a lot.

Conversely, Yang Shao betrayed the Nine Profound Sword Sect, became a casual cultivator, and was hunted down with a reward. It would be good if he survived. How many opportunities can he have for improving his cultivation base and combat power?

When he drew his sword just now, he just wanted to take down Yang Shao with one sword.

Yang Shao, who took down the traitor, was more or less a credit, and it could save his face in the Three Pool Pavilion.

But in the end, he didn't even catch a single sword.

Yang Shao, what kind of adventures have you had over the past year?

Yang Shao walked ten feet away from Han Muye.

Can't go any further.

Lin Shen took a step forward and stood in the middle.

Standing there, Yang Shao bowed towards Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, Yang Shao is here to see you."

As he said that, he looked at the girl in Tsing Yi beside him: "Xu Ying, this is Senior Brother Han."

Hearing Yang Shao's words, the girl raised her head to look at Han Muye, then lifted her skirt, knelt down on the bluestone slab, and bowed to the ground.

"Xu Ying knelt down to thank Senior Brother."

This kneeling was for Han Muye to help Xu Haosheng deliver the news.

This kneeling was for Han Muye to help the Xu family to leave a bloodline.

Looking at the scene in front of him, in front of the mountain gate, those disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect were all dazed.

what's the situation?

Yang Shao bowed and shouted: "At the time when my mentor Xu Haosheng, the elder of Santan Pavilion, fell, and Jiange Brother Han received his mentor's saber, he received a message from his mentor's remnant soul."

"The mentor has a blood inheritance left behind."

"Yang Shao was entrusted by senior brother Han to fulfill his teacher's last wish, and take junior sister Xu Ying out of Xijiang to protect the Xu family's blood."

His voice was so loud that the kneeling girl burst into tears.

The Xu family was destroyed by the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

But she was rescued by a disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, and the ancestor of the Xu family was a member of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

There is grace, there is hatred, at this moment, all emotions come to my heart.

As Yang Shao spoke, the expressions of the Nine Profound Sword Sect disciples at the mountain gate all changed, looking at Han Muye and then at Yang Shao.

Yang Shao, who rebelled against the sect, was actually a loving and righteous person who carried out the master's will?

As a swordsman, upholding the way of the sword, the most important thing is to put friendship first.

At this moment, I heard Yang Shao say that in order to save the descendants of the master's blood, he would not hesitate to kill himself and betray the Nine Profound Sword Sect. Everyone had complicated expressions.

There is admiration and regret.

On the other side of the water vein, many people's expressions changed, and some people hesitated to speak.

Involuntarily, everyone looked at Han Muye.

Whether this matter is true or not, Han Muye still needs to speak up.

In front of everyone, Han Muye said, "Yang Shao, you made a good choice."

Hearing his words, Yang Shao nodded excitedly.

After Han Muye finished speaking, he looked at the girl in Tsing Yi who was kneeling on the stone slab: "Xu Haochang always hopes that you can live well, as for the others, don't worry about it."

The girl looked up, looked at Han Muye, and slowly got up.

There were still tears on her face, but there was hatred in her eyes.

"Old Ancestor and Senior Brother Yang protect me, I will remember this kindness to Xu Ying."

She turned her head to look at the mountain gate of Jiuxuan Sword Gate, and gritted her teeth: "Nine Xuan Sword Gate destroyed my Xu family's revenge, and I have to avenge it."

As soon as she finished speaking, a middle-aged swordsman wearing Tangshan Sword Sect robe took a step forward.

"boom--"

With this step, the soaring sword intent turned into sword light, and the blue color of the hundred-foot sword light was stained with cloud gas, stirring up the wind and cloud.

The large formation protecting the mountain on Jiuxuan Mountain was activated instantly, and a golden light curtain was formed.

"Fellow Daoist Donghai, do you really want to fight before my Nine Profound Sword Gate?"

A voice came from the top of Jiuxuan Mountain.

Tuoba Cheng's voice.

"Wang Dang of Xiatangshan Sword Sect is number seven in the inner sect."

The middle-aged man who had condensed his sword light raised his hand and bowed towards the mountain gate: "I am here today, under the order of Master Ling Tao, to seek justice for junior sister Xu Ying."

He raised his hand, and a long sword in his hand turned into an illusion.

"Xijiang Sword Dao, Nine Profound Sword Sect's strength is extraordinary, and the name of Sword Dao Baxian has been passed down."

"Today I challenge the disciples of the younger generation of the Nine Profound Sword Sect. If anyone can beat the sword in my hand, my Tangshan Sword Sect will never intervene in personal grievances with Junior Sister Xu Ying."

With a raised brow, Wang Dang's eyes shone brightly: "Master said that Junior Sister Xu Ying is ten times more talented than me. If no one from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect can beat me today, Junior Sister Xu Ying will sweep Jiuxuan Mountain in the future." .”

When the voice fell, Yun Tao shook.

At this moment, there seems to be a cohesion between heaven and earth.

Han Muye looked past Wang Dang, and landed on the sword-carrying old man in long robes and black beard.

The Tangshan Sword Sect will not just let a few disciples of the younger generation come to Xijiang.

The sword cultivator who is protecting him has already been able to sense the general trend of the world. Not only his swordsmanship has reached the sky, but his spiritual energy practice has also reached the heaven.

A Tianjing came to Xijiang to seek revenge for Xu Ying?

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

No matter how valued the junior disciples are, they don't have such treatment.

Tang Shanjian sent everyone here with another mission.

And this task, 80% is related to me.

Is it for the fire source world?

The challenge now is just to consider the strength of the Nine Profound Sword Sect and see if the Nine Profound Sword Sect is qualified to form an alliance with the Tangshan Sword Sect.

In the world of practice, it has always been about equality of strength, so that we can become friends.

Before the mountain gate, no one responded to Wang Dang for a while.

The cultivation base and combat power he showed were extraordinary, without the territorial combat power, he was simply delivering food.

The Tangshan Sword Sect is the Great Sect of the Eastern Sea, its inner sect is the seventh, and its strength is so strong, among the strong descendants of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, perhaps only one or two can resist it.

"Let me do it."

A moment later, a young man in a white robe with a black long sword on his back stepped forward.

The fourteenth inner sect of Nine Profound Sword Sect, Luo Dongyang.

Luo Dongyang is the direct descendant of the elders, and his swordsmanship is inherited from the wood veins, he rarely goes to the spiritual land, and he doesn't have much contact with Han Muye.

At this time, he strode forward, raised his hand, and unsheathed the long sword behind his back.

A magnificent sword light condensed.

This sword light is weak, and compared with Wang Dang's magnificent sword light, it is more than a step away.

However, the competition between sword repairers does not only depend on the cultivation base and sword light, but also depends on one's own experience, how to deal with the battle, and one's own swordsmanship inheritance.

"Nine Profound Sword Sect Luo Dongyang, come to learn." After the words fell, the sword light had already been cut off.

A cloud of green and long bamboo instantly appeared on the Qingshi Square, wrapping Wangdang in the bamboo forest.

artistic conception.

This flamboyant green bamboo is transformed by sword intent, and what it shows is a profound understanding of sword practice.

As soon as the green bamboo came out, there was an uproar at the mountain gate.

"Senior brother has already condensed the artistic conception of green bamboo!" Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Obviously, this is Luo Dongyang's fellow disciple.

Beside the speaker, there were also several people in white robes with envious expressions on their faces.

"Luo Dongyang is the fourteenth in the inner sect, right? With such a cultivation level, he ranks fourteenth in the inner sect?" Someone whispered, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Condensing this level of sword intent, the combat power is extremely strong, even the deacons and elders in the door, it's nothing more than that, right?

Could it be that the top ten disciples in the inner sect can surpass the elders of the realm?

With this sword strike, those members of the Tangshan Sword Sect who came with him showed a trace of solemnity on their faces.

Yang Shao turned his gaze to Han Muye, and saw that Han Muye's expression didn't change at all.

Beside him, the girl Xu Ying clenched her fists tightly, her eyes fixed on Wang Dang's position surrounded by green bamboo.

"boom--"

There was a loud sound, and there was water vapor in the green bamboo.

As soon as the water vapor rose, it suddenly turned into a water dragon. With a roar, the water dragon smashed through the bamboo forest and came towards Luodongyang.

The bamboo forest was broken, Luo Dongyang was shocked and his face turned pale.

Seeing the water dragon coming head-on, he let out a low drink, and the sword in his hand turned into a bright stream of light, and he slashed at the water dragon.

"Wow--"

The long sword split the water dragon.

It was only half split, and the remaining half hit Luo Dongyang's body, sending him flying backwards.

At the mountain gate of Nine Profound Sword Gate, a ray of spiritual light swept across and caught Luo Dongyang.

lost.

Luo Dongyang, the fourteenth inner sect of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, who condensed his sword intent, was defeated by a single strike.

Even though they knew that Luo Dongyang would be difficult to win, no one thought that Luo Dongyang would lose so simply.

"The fourteenth in the inner sect?" With a draw of the long sword, the water dragon turned back, and Wang Dang's expression showed arrogance: "I am the fourteenth in the inner sect of the Tangshan Sword Sect, and I am stronger than you."

This comparison means that Tangshan Sword Sect is stronger than Jiuxuan Sword Sect?

Is it the overall strength, the inheritance of swordsmanship, and the talent of the disciples?

Outside the Jianmen, all the disciples of Jiuxuan Jianmen changed their colors.

The elders of Jianmen hidden behind also looked solemn.

Winning or losing is small, but the face of the sect is big.

If Wang Dang beat Luo Dongyang with a single sword, and then praised the Nine Profound Sword Sect's excellent swordsmanship, it would be fine to save face.

But now with a single word from Wang Dang, the Nine Profound Sword Gate has been smashed against the wall.

Today, if there is no one among the younger generation of Jianmen who can defeat Luo Dongyang, then the Nine Profound Swordmen will lose face, and even the entire Xijiang sword cultivators will lose face.

It is also the name of the strength of the East China Sea Sword Dao.

Wang Dang turned his head, raised the sword in his hand, and looked at Han Muye who stood motionless.

"Nine Profound Sword Gate Jiange Han Baxian."

"I want to challenge you the most."

In his eyes, there is a fighting spirit rising, as if to reveal his eyes.

"Mr. Mo Yuan's one style of ten thousand swords returns to his ancestors and ran across the East China Sea. All sword cultivators admire us."

"He is willing to pass on the swordsmanship of Wan Jian Gui Zong to the whole family, but he does not accept it as a disciple."

Following Luo Dongyang's words, the Donghai Sword Cultivators behind him all stared at Han Muye with fighting intent in their eyes.

"Han Banxian, I'm curious, why you can become Mr. Mo Yuan's only disciple."

"Your reputation as a banished immortal is of a certain level."

The voice fell, and the sword light rose.

The long sword in Wang Dang's hand slashed towards Han Muye.

The water dragon beside him let out a long cry, and rushed towards Han Muye.

"Bold!" At the mountain gate of Jianmen, an elder of Jianmen shouted in a low voice, but before he could make a move, he paused.

Behind Wang Dang, on the black-bearded old man, a sharp sword light flashed away, cutting in front of the mask of the sword gate mountain guard formation, leaving a long mark.

"Stop!" Many Sword Sect disciples wanted to fly to block Wang Dang's water dragon sword intent, but they felt heavy on their shoulders.

This is the coercion of the powerful in the heavenly realm.

A major repairer of the East China Sea Heaven Realm blocked the door, and wanted to wipe the face of the Nine Profound Sword Gate!

"No!" Yang Shao's eyes widened, and Xu Ying beside him covered her mouth.

Han Muye is known as the Immortal of Sword Dao, but anyone who came to the western border knows that Han Muye's cultivation has been lost.

Wang Dang's sword like a dragon, can a mortal who has lost his cultivation be able to take it?

Looking at the water dragon that hit him, Han Muye shook his head, his expression didn't change at all.

He didn't make a move.

unnecessary.

Lin Shen stepped forward and stood in front of the water dragon.

"roll."

"boom--"

With a low drink, the water dragon exploded and turned into a churning cloud.

Wang Dang, who drew the sword, turned pale, and stepped back again and again.

The sword intent was shattered, his mind was shaken, and the sword energy all over his body collapsed, almost not hurting his meridians.

Lin Shen took another step after drinking the Dragon Sword Intent.

An extremely dignified sword intent rose.

Wang Dang, who originally wanted to make a move, changed his face and retreated again.

The black-bearded old man who was standing behind him narrowed his eyes before, his figure flashed in front of Wang Dang, and then raised his hand, a sword light turned into a wave of water.

At the moment when the water wave first appeared, Lin Shen had already drawn his sword.

Draw thousands of swords, crack rocks and destroy mountains!

Holding the sword hilt in his hand, Lin Shen's whole body instantly turned into a god, and the power as solid as a mountain exploded and appeared.

This sword, fast.

This sword is strong.

This sword is issued in the hand and stored in the heart!

With a sword in your heart, mountains and rivers can be destroyed!

"boom--"

The sword light directly struck the water waves attracted by the black-bearded old man.

This sword made the black-bearded old man's complexion sink.

The water waves were torn apart by the sword light!

The sword move of Tianjing Daxiu can't stop this sword!

The black-bearded old man raised his hand and struck another sword.

The second wave of water surged out.

"Wow—"

The water is shining brightly, and the waves are rolling.

Layer upon layer of fine lines, with reducing force, envelops the sharp edge of the sword.

Visible to the naked eye, the sword light was entangled.

Lin Shen's sword light was covered by the second wave of water, disappearing invisible.

Jiange Lin's coach is so strong!

Outside the mountain gate, those Jianmen disciples looked at Lin Shen in horror.

When the sword was struck just now, the mountains and rivers trembled, making people lose their minds and souls. Even if a half-step heavenly monk made a move, it would be nothing more than that?

Coach Lin, how strong is he?

Jiange, what kind of opportunity does it have?

The black-bearded old man looked at Lin Shen, who returned his sword back to its sheath, and said in a deep voice, "The younger generation is fighting for the front. If you interfere like this, you will lose your status, right?"

Lin Shen's sword was received by half a step of heaven, and if he was caught off guard, he would be ashamed.

With such a swordsmanship cultivation base, it is absolutely impossible without two hundred years of hidden cultivation.

In the practice world, the default disciples of the younger generation are those who are before the age of a hundred.

Lin Shen, a senior master, shot directly at Wang Dang, completely disregarding the face of Jiuxuan Jianmen.

On the old man with black beard, a radiant sword light lingered, and a terrifying halo appeared in his eyes.

Standing there, Lin Shen was imposing, refusing to give in.

"Cough cough," Han Muye who was standing behind coughed softly, and then said, "Senior, Coach Lin is the sword guard of my Jiange."

"He, this year is not over forty."

Before reaching forty, he already has such combat strength!

The disciples of the Tangshan Sword Sect all stared wide-eyed.

Many disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect also twitched their mouths.

In the 40s, most of the inner and outer disciples were older than Lin Jiaotou.

This guy has been working as a coach in the outer sect for a long time, and everyone thought he was an old man of the sect.

It turned out that he was still a young boy.

The black-bearded old man was taken aback for a moment, staring at Lin Shen.

A person's age is not a secret in front of the big monk.

Vitality, blood, and longevity induction are all clear at a glance.

"Really..." The black-bearded old man showed a trace of astonishment on his face, and then said in a low voice with a complicated expression: "The Nine Profound Sword Gate of the Western Border is indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger."

He turned his head and looked at Wang Dang behind him: "Wang Dang, you are no match for this fellow Daoist Lin."

"Even if I, Gu Yuanlong, the number one inner sect of Tangshan Sword Sect, comes, I dare not say that I will win this one."

Hearing his words, a look of disappointment flashed across Wang Dang's face. He nodded and bowed his hands to Lin Shen. Just as he was about to speak, Han Muye's voice came again.

"Although Coach Lin is a younger generation, he has other adventures, and his combat strength has surpassed his peers."

"Using his combat power to deal with the challenges of the younger generation, victory is invincible."

What's the meaning?

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

Those sect elders also frowned.

The strength of Lin Shen's sword just now is unimaginable.

Such a sword has surpassed most of the elders in the sword gate.

This sword also suppressed the people in the East China Sea.

With this sword, he won the challenge, and today's ending is considered perfect.

But why did Han Muye say that this game was not won by force?

Lin Shen's victory is not martial, in the Nine Profound Sword Sect, who else in the younger generation can defeat the challenger from the East China Sea?

Han Muye looked past Lin Shen and the old man with black beard, and looked at Wang Dang.

"You want to challenge me, don't you?"

Wang Dang was slightly taken aback, then nodded and said, "Not bad."

"You are confident that the swordsmanship of the Eastern Sea is stronger than that of the Western Border, right?" Han Muye said again.

Wang Dang glanced at Lin Shen, then nodded.

This one doesn't count.

Again.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Dang looked at Han Muye: "If Immortal Han is willing to enlighten me—"

Speaking of this, he said loudly: "Even if you want to suppress your cultivation, you can fight with swordsmanship."

Didn't Han Muye lose his cultivation, so he didn't compare his cultivation, only swordsmanship.

It's not just Han Muye.

Just competing in swordsmanship, even the sword guard of the Jiange Pavilion in front of him, Wang Dang, is not afraid.

Hearing Wang Dang's words, Han Muye shook his head: "I can defeat you, but I won't win by force."

Wang Dang was stunned for a moment, his expression changed, only to hear Han Muye speak again: "My Nine Profound Sword Sect five lineage inheritance, just choose a few."

"It's okay to win you."

After finishing speaking, Han Muye pointed to the Nine Profound Sword Sect disciples standing outside the mountain gate: "You can pick any of these people."

"Comparing swordsmanship alone, if you win the challenge, you will win today."