Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 272 Ascension to the Dragon Terrace, Han Muye is here to teach! (22 chapters of five thousand characters)

Ling Daozong Zhou Chenggang.

The Jindan Elder of the inner sect of the Lingdao Sect is powerful in battle, and he is above the clouds at this time.

Hearing the Taoist's words, Zhou Chenggang snorted coldly, and said coldly: "Zhou has practiced for five hundred years and killed countless people. How can he remember such trivial things?"

do not remember.

little things.

Just like the Confucian scholar's wife, it's a trivial matter, right?

On Jiangxin Island, those sect elites bowed their heads.

On the bank of the river, some people looked up at the sky, and some turned their heads away.

Sure enough, in the eyes of great sects and great monks, the lives of ordinary practitioners are not much more valuable than ants...

Standing on the head of the cloud is the heavenly man.

Pain flashed across the face of the green-robed Taoist standing by the bank of the river, and then he laughed.

"Okay, small things, really small things..."

"Why don't I, Jiang Qi, treat this matter as a trivial matter, and keep telling myself, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it..."

"If you want to live well, don't think about it."

"Lingdaozong, you can't afford to provoke him. If you provoke him, you will not be able to survive."

The Taoist man in green robe had a desolate look on his face, he turned his head to look around, then raised his head: "I, Jiang Qi, may not be able to live if this matter is brought up today?"

"Han Yuxian said that practice is for himself, and he also said that practice is for himself to have the power to draw a sword when he encounters evil things."

"Han Jixian, tell me, you let me Jiang Qi die, how can I see Zhou Chenggang die in front of me?"

Look at Zhou Chenggang's death?

Ling Dao Sect Golden Core Overhaul, Xijiang, who can make him die?

Who can answer this question?

If Han Muye speaks, will he have to confront the Lingdao Sect?

Between heaven and earth, there was silence again.

One after another divine thoughts, one after another gaze, turned to the figure sitting on the bluestone.

There is no spiritual energy pervading, no sword energy soaring to the sky.

The figure sitting on the bluestone looks like a mortal.

Han Muye raised his head with a calm expression on his face.

He looked in the direction of Jiang An, and said lightly: "Ask me a question, and you need to pay Lingshi."

Pay Lingshi, and then answer!

Han Muye wants to answer!

Above the clouds, the ancestor of the Mu family frowned, and looked at Tuoba Cheng: "Fellow Daoist Tuoba, this matter..."

Other people on Yuntou also turned their heads to look at Tuoba Cheng.

At this moment, the only thing that can stop Han Muye is Tuoba, right?

In front of the Lingdao Sect, there was a trace of aura flashing in the eyes of Daoist Wanhua.

Tuobacheng looked at Han Muye below, without any change in his expression: "I also want to hear what this kid has to say."

want to hear...

On the head of the cloud, the corners of many people's mouths twitched.

Is there anyone who deceives his own sect disciples like this?

As long as Han Muye opened his mouth, today might not be the end!

On the bank of the river, Jiang Qi laughed out loud.

"Han Banxian is Han Banxian after all."

"Today, Jiang Qi's life and death are all gone. I only hope that Immortal Han Ban can tell me the answer in the future."

After speaking, Jiang Qi flew up.

"Cultivation, isn't it just living like yourself like this!"

"Zhou Chenggang, Jiang Qi came today to ask for a treat!"

In mid-air, Jiang Qi's figure flew slower and slower.

Forbidden air formation, who can rush from the bank of the river to the head of the cloud?

At this moment, Jiang Qi made a move, and the challenge was not Zhou Chenggang, but the Lingdao Sect, the rules set by the Lingdao Sect, the Lingdao Sect and Yuntou Shang, the countless golden core overhauls!

A mere land-enlightening god wants to challenge most of the powerhouses in Western Xinjiang!

On Jiang Qi's body, the aura was burning.

He gritted his teeth, the blood in his body seemed to be ignited, and he seemed to use all his strength to rush to the top of the cloud.

But against the sky, Jiang Qi's figure gradually stabilized.

He can never rush up.

"Central State law."

"Western Xinjiang rules."

"It's so similar."

At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.

He stood up slowly, staring at the distant sky.

"You have to watch that Confucian scholar cut off his fingers, cut off his tongue and dig out his eyes, and your hearts will be shocked."

"If you have to sit and watch Jiang Qi fall in front of you, you will feel resentful."

"Hehe, where are your swords?"

"This kind of practice will be useful for tens of thousands of years."

After the words fell, Han Muye flew up!

Fly and rush to the sky!

"Jiang Qi, you asked me how to make Zhou Chenggang die in front of you."

"This question is free."

At Han Muye's feet, there was a patch of white feathers.

His hand touched the hilt of the sword.

"Zhou Chenggang, come down to die!"

Come down to die!

The sound shook hundreds of miles!

"Canglang—"

Sword, unsheathed!

This is the answer!

So what if you draw your sword for an irrelevant person?

As a swordsman, the sword is in hand, and when to draw the sword depends on the comfort in the heart.

If the sword is not drawn today, how can it run freely?

On Jiangxin Island, everyone looked up.

Watching Han Muye draw his sword to the sky.

Among the tens of thousands of people, the one who draws his sword soaring to the sky is the only one!

Above the clouds, there are countless golden elixirs, if one person draws his sword, he will die without regret!

At this moment, what everyone saw was a real sword fairy.

Fairy, be happy!

"Hmph, arrogance."

Master Wanhua sneered coldly, raised his hand, and pointed.

"Om—"

This finger, like a sky pillar, fell from the sky and hit the top of Han Muye's head.

Endless coercion brings forth a mighty wind!

"Fellow Daoist Wanhua, attacking disciples, isn't that a bad rule?" At this moment, Tuobacheng shouted loudly, and the phantom of the white tiger behind him condensed.

The white tiger roared and slammed into the sky-supporting finger.

"Boom—"

The white tiger shattered, its finger rubbed against Han Muye's body, and fell onto the Jialing River.

The water waves rolled, setting off a thousand zhang turmoil.

The water submerged Jiangxin Island, and the water vapor surged up, creating a vast expanse, forcing the disciples on the island to fly up.

Now that you got up, why don't you draw your sword?

Below, a sword light rose.

Then, the second way.

third way.

fourth way.

Countless ways!

The water waves cover the sky, but I don't know where the sword light comes from.

The water vapor filled the air, and the sword intent pierced through the sword light and hit the sky.

Han Muye let out a long laugh, and threw the Yunlong sword in his hand.

The long sword merged with countless sword intents and auras below, turning into a three thousand zhang giant sword.

Han Muye's smile grew wider.

From those combined sword intents, he felt the thickness of Infernal Dao Sect, the lightness of Yuehua Sword Sect, the blazing heat of Fire Spirit Dao Sect, and the mistyness of Yuntai Dao Sect...

The general trend of Western Xinjiang lies in this sword!

The long sword roared, and it slashed down towards the cloud head!

Master Wanhua kept a cold face, let out a low shout, and waved his hand, but his complexion changed drastically!

Instinctively, the power of the large array that could easily defeat this sword did not respond at this time.

What about gathering the strength of most of the powerhouses in Western Xinjiang?

The large formation formed by the combined power of more than a thousand golden cores, half-step heavenly realms, and even digital heavenly realms is not under his control!

Master Wanhua turned his head, and what he saw was silence!

Some people lowered their heads, some lowered their eyes, and some sneered.

Above the clouds, 90% of the practitioners did not lend their strength to the formation!

Just relying on the power of that 10% golden core, it can't stop the sword light gathered by the power of tens of thousands of sect elites below!

What's more, Han Muye's imperial envoy is still a magical sword.

Can't stop it!

Master Wanhua made a movement, and disappeared in a flash.

Walk firmly.

Walking away left the surroundings in a daze.

The Jindan Daxiu of Lingdao Sect named Zhou Chenggang was stunned when he left.

The number one expert in Western Xinjiang, escaped?

The Great Elder, whom my family has always relied on, left me and ran away?

Jianguang, descend.

"boom--"

The cloud head was split in half.

The figure of Zhou Chenggang, the elder of Lingdao Sect standing in the same place, followed the cloud and exploded.

With one strike, kill the Elder Jindan of Lingdao Sect!

The cloud head is rolling and it is difficult to gather.

Between the heaven and the earth, there is only the roar of the Gang Qi brought up by the long sword.

Holding the sword in his hand, Han Muye hung his body in the air, lowered his head and said, "Jiang Qi, are you satisfied with this answer?"

Hearing his words, Jiang Qi, who was still in the same place, looked up to the sky and smiled, his face was full of tears.

"Satisfied, satisfied...haha, for more than three hundred years, I, Jiang Qi, have never had such a happy day."

"Cultivating like this is the joy."

Jiang Qi bowed deeply to Han Muye, and then shouted: "Jiang Qi would like to thank Immortal Han for his righteous action in today's matter."

"If Jiang Qi doesn't die, Immortal Han will make him do whatever he wants."

"Why do you want to die?" Han Muye turned his head and looked at Yuntou who had been cut in two: "Is the Lingdao Sect going to kill you?"

"I killed people, and this hatred should be attributed to me."

The sword in his hand slowly returned to its sheath, and with his hands behind his back, he fell slowly.

"If someone comes to me to seek revenge, I will kill him."

"If no one dares to seek revenge on me, I will be happy."

"How fast is this practice?"

What a pleasure!

Seeing Han Muye, who was flying in the air and falling step by step, countless people showed envy in their eyes.

The first person in Xijiang draws his sword and kills in front of him.

With the sword in hand, the world can fight.

This is the practice.

Until Han Muye landed on the bluestone where the tide was falling and the steam was steaming, Tianji did not respond at all.

Neither the Lingdao Sect nor the Golden Elixirs of the various sects made a sound or made a move.

Han Muye shook his head, put away his long sword, waved his hand, and a formation plate landed in front of him, and then the spiritual light rose, blocking outsiders from probing.

In Tianji, Jiang Qi also landed on the bank of the river, and strode away.

No one stopped.

Who dares?

Han Muye in the light curtain of the formation watched Jiang Qi leave with a smile on his face.

After today, the prestige of Lingdao Sect in the western border is gone!

In the practice world, it takes thousands of years to gather power, but it only takes a sword to collapse!

If Immortal Wanhua made a tough move just now and suppressed Han Muye with his absolute strength, then the Lingdao Sect would still be the Lingdao Sect, the number one sect in Western Xinjiang.

It's a pity that Wanhua Daoist didn't dare.

He flinched in front of the sword light that gathered countless sword intent and sword energy, and Ren Jianguang beheaded the elder of his own sect.

Today, not only the power of Ling Dao Sect collapsed, but also the power of Daoist Wanhua was cut off by a single sword.

In the future in Western Xinjiang, thousands of sects will fight for the top, and will never be suppressed by anyone!

Han Muye turned his head and saw countless people on Jiangxin Island showing fighting intent.

I believe that today's heaven-defying sword will take root and sprout in the hearts of these sect elites.

One day, everyone dares to draw their swords!

"Hey, it's a pity, I really want to feel the power of the Seven Stars Sunday."

"Speaking of which, the last time Sword Master Yuan Tian performed this move was ten thousand years ago."

Daoist Daoist muttered.

Seven Sundays!

The power of the seven sword pills is combined, and the combat power is multiplied and superimposed, which can reverse the sky.

When Han Muye got the Yuchen Sword Pills, he could set up this extremely lethal Seven Star Sunshine Sword Formation with the seven sword pills in his hand.

Hearing Daoist Dayan's words, Zhao Yunlong echoed, "It's really a pity that I can't see Daoist brother show off his demeanor."

"Brother Dao, what's the story between Brother Dao and that Yuchen Jianwan?

...

After a night of practice, the sky lights up, and the purple air comes from the east.

On Jiangxin Island, someone screamed.

Then, one after another figures flashed, or stepped on the waves with a sword, or walked away with a big fish with a black armor.

No one surrounded the Ling Dao Sect, and no one waited for the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

As Han Muye said, if you live for yourself, why bother to look at other people's faces?

Han Muye put away the battle array, let out a long laugh, and with long jade-colored feathers under his feet, he flew and landed on the river.

Before he could leave, Gu Yuanlong had already stepped out, rushing in front of him, running towards the sky.

For a time, tens of thousands of elites from various sects refused to give in, and the aura of sword light reflected the surface of the river into a splendid splendor.

The clouds in the sky merged into one at some point, and everyone on both sides of the river bank had a strange look in their eyes.

These sect elites were nirvana overnight, with a different demeanor on their bodies!

Going against the current, and encountering difficulties and dangers, there is no need for anyone to organize it, and someone will naturally take action.

With the waters narrower than Luoyan Gorge, hundreds of sword cultivators shot directly, smashing the river bank and mountain walls with just a few strikes.

When encountering shoals, those who raised their hands dragged a black turtle weighing 100,000 jins forward, and some directly grabbed the black turtle, resisted the air-forbidden formation, and ran rampant for hundreds of miles without falling.

Encountering the Baizhang waterfall, thousands of elites from the Earth Vessel joined forces to crush the waterfall.

For more than ten days in a row, countless elites on the river showed their dazzling brilliance.

Some of the leading figures created by the various sects are still shining, and some have long been replaced by people with outstanding combat capabilities.

Hu Wusheng, the sword-chasing sect who breaks the waves and invites fights on the river, was unknown before, but he ran rampant on the river and picked eighteen swordsmen in a row, known as the dragon crossing the river.

Yu Huachen, who smashed half of the mountain peak with one punch and stopped the river for three breaths, was only a low-ranking existence in the Wood Spirit Dao before.

Of course, even if Han Muye never made a move again, no one would forget that he smashed the cloud platform with one sword, and killed the Jindan Daxiu of the Lingdao Sect with one sword.

In Han Muye's hand, there is a magical sword.

That flying white feather is a magic weapon, and that murderous long sword is also a magic weapon.

In the Western Xinjiang practice world, who can have two magic weapons for one person like this Immortal Han?

Really worthy of the name of Banished Immortal!

...

The sunset sits and discusses the Tao, and the sunrise chases the waves retrograde.

On both sides of the river bank, at night, they rely on those overhauls to spread the quotations of the sect elites, and during the day, they watch the battles of the strongmen of various sects on the river.

Above the clouds, the atmosphere became more and more weird.

When Master Wanhua of Lingdaozong was away, everyone was talking and laughing.

As soon as Master Wanhua came, there was no sound at all.

On the surface of the river, Han Muye's imperial envoy Bai Yu was walking, but he was holding a piece of jade slip in his hand.

This is a flying bird delivered to him, and it was given to him by Jin Jialin.

According to the Jade Slip, a branch of the Black Turtle Demon Clan traced back to the source, crossed the Great Snow Mountain, and headed to the Northern Territory.

Originally, this spirit armor monster clan was planning to multiply in the Northern Territory.

It's just that the northern region is bitterly cold, and this branch is expanding slowly.

But a few years ago, the Sword King of the Great Snow Mountain in the Northern Territory drew his sword and split the mountain to suppress this spirit armor monster clan.

The monster clan known as the Snow Monster in the Northern Territory asked for help from the Black Armored Monster Race.

This is why the Black-armored Monster Clan went back to its origin and formed an alliance with the Xijiang Lingdao Sect.

The Jade Slips also mentioned that there were some strong men from the Black-armored Monster Clan who traced their origins and fought against Qingtong in the waters of the Southern Desolation. Although most of them were turned back, there were still a few who quietly went north.

As for the Rising Dragon Terrace, it was deployed by Sword Master Yuan Tian back then to suppress Daoist Jushi, a strong outsider.

The great monk relied on burning the spirit and blood of the disciples of the sect, and used the treasure as a barrier to entangle himself in the ground.

Yuan Tianjianzun took the thirteen Dinghai pillars in the East China Sea to suppress the water potential and suppressed it.

For this matter, Yuan Tianjianzun exchanged the real dragon dragon ball he killed back then for Dinghaizhu to the Jiaolong clan in the East China Sea, so that the Jiaolong clan knew that there were relics of the true dragon's fall in Western Xinjiang.

Qingtong went back to the source just to find an opportunity.

The Jade Slips also mentioned the transaction between the Lingjia Yaozu and Wanhua Zhenren.

Master Wanhua exchanged chances with Qingze Lake and Shenglong Stage, and the black turtle demon handed him various treasures, as well as two top-quality spirit stones.

Seeing the message of the top grade spirit stone, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

When beheading the great demon of the heavenly realm, his portable space was also cut into pieces, and many treasures were turned into nothingness, but no top-grade spirit stones were seen.

Has it not been delivered yet, or has it been handed over to Master Wanhua?

Daoist Wanhua has been using three top-grade spirit stones to open a space passage leading to the world of Profound Sky.

If the space channel is opened, it will inevitably attract experts from outside the world.

This matter needs to be stopped.

The information on the jade slip is all secret.

It seems that in order to repay Han Muye, the Flood Dragon Clan did a heavy hand.

Putting away the jade slips, Han Muye looked forward.

There, the snow-capped mountains towered into the clouds.

At the junction of the western border and the northern region, the snow-capped mountains are in front of you.

On the surface of the river, the sound of shouts came and went.

The sword light and spirit light were as blazing as the scorching sun.

In the past ten days, I don't know how many sect elites have broken through the bottleneck.

Even on the bank of the river, there are many people who have been promoted and their moods have been improved.

Traveling 100,000 miles, discussing the way of 100,000 miles, such a harvest is hard to come by in a hundred years.

Today, it's time to transform into a feather.

In front of the Rising Dragon Stage today, there must be a battle between dragons and tigers, and all kinds of means are gathered.

A trace of hesitation appeared on Han Muye's face.

"boom--"

Ahead, under the stretching snow-capped mountains, golden dragon pattern columns appeared one after another.

Thirteen columns are in the center, surrounded by nearly a hundred stone pillars with light blue aura.

The cylinder is about ten feet high and has a radius of one foot.

To compete for the Nine Factions, one needs to occupy thirteen golden dragon pillars first.

The one who guards the dragon pillar and raises the dragon pillar to the sky first is the number one sect in Western Xinjiang.

In the sky, there is a long sword hanging there quietly.

The sword of Zhu Shen, the elder of the Jiange Pavilion of the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

There was a deep coldness in Han Muye's eyes.

Everyone flew up, stood under the snow-capped mountains, and watched those dragon pillars quietly.

A hundred thousand miles traced back to the source, only for the present.

In the sky, above the clouds, those Jindan Daxiu's eyes are full of anticipation.

Li Mubai, the lord of Shangyang Demon Sect, turned his head to look at Master Wanhua.

Master Wanhua chuckled, and said lightly: "Sect Master Li, don't worry, the treasures suppressed under the Rising Dragon Platform are endless. As long as we raise the dragon pillar of the Rising Dragon Platform, we can get it without any effort."

"Don't worry, of course it is." Li Mubai whispered with a calm expression.

Below, Ling Dao Sect Lu Qingchen turned his head to look at Han Muye, who came unhurriedly, sneered, and flew forward.

Behind him, the disciples of the Lingdao Sect also intertwined their spiritual energy towards the dragon pillar.

"boom--"

A sword light flew out and cut in front of Lu Qingchen, blocking him.

Lin Shen stood there holding the big sword.

Beside him, Lu Gao, Gu Yuanlong, He Xuanqi, and each of the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect hold their sword hilts.

"Brother Han please come on stage."

Lin Shen shouted loudly.

"Brother Han please come on stage."

The disciples of Nine Profound Sword Sect shouted in unison.

"Brother Han please come on stage!"

Suddenly, countless voices sounded, causing the expressions of everyone in Lingdao Sect to change.

Above the cloud heads, those Jindan Daxiu looked at Tuobacheng.

"Brother Han please come on stage!"

Under the snow mountain, those sect elites all turned their heads to look at Han Muye who was slowly approaching.

In the distance, countless practitioners clenched their fists and looked at this scene excitedly.

It is the common choice of countless sect elites to invite Han Jixian of the Nine Profound Sword Sect to be the first to ascend the Dragon Terrace.

The first to step on the stage, the first to rise to a high place is the first sect in Xijiang.

At this moment, the number one sect in Xijiang has not yet been decided, but it has already been decided in the hearts of everyone!

All hope!

All the hesitation in Han Muye's eyes dissipated, he let out a long laugh, and flew onto the golden dragon pillar in the middle.

He turned his head to look at the countless blazing gazes behind him, and shouted loudly: "The nine factions in the western border are rearranged, and the winner will be decided on the Dragon Stage."

"Han Muye is here to teach."

"Who will fight!"

The Rising Dragon Terrace rises and releases the strong man who was suppressed back then?

Then let him out!

Sword Master Yuan Tian was able to suppress it back then, and I, Han Muye, can also suppress it today!

Standing on the Rising Dragon Platform, Han Muye's fighting spirit soared up to the sky, and scattered the clouds in the sky!

Come.

war!

Come.

war! ! ! ! ! !