Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 287 Donghai Qingao, Folding the Sword and Returning (22 Five Thousand Characters Chapter)

Donghai Sword Cultivator, gathered for millions of miles, came with the power of a single sword.

Half a month ago, both Jin Jialin and Daoist Dayan in the East China Sea sent messages to Jiange.

Qing Ao, the third prince of the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, went to the western border to challenge Han Muye.

The Flood Dragon Clan's own blood is strong, so it doesn't take much experience to practice, and there are very few people who practice swordsmanship.

But Qingao is an exception.

As the third prince of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, Qing Ao can get the best cultivation resources in the East China Sea.

This third prince's talent in cultivation is unparalleled, and he overwhelms the younger generation of the Flood Dragon Clan. He has become the number one master of the younger generation before he is even an adult.

Then he walked out of the Dragon Palace and challenged the place where the human race lived.

There are countless sword cultivators in the East China Sea. After defeating dozens of sword cultivators with combat power, the third prince of Jiaolong felt bored, so he started to learn swordsmanship.

After ten years of sword practice, he chose a master of swordsmanship after success.

For the next hundred years, he Qingao would be a frequent visitor to the five great sword sects in the East China Sea.

According to Gu Yuanlong, he had a sword match with Qing Ao, and this man's fighting power is really tyrannical.

In terms of swordsmanship, this Qingao can be ranked in the top fifty among the young people in Donghai.

But coupled with the physical strength that overwhelms everything, and the strong blood coercion that emanates from his body when the battle is in full swing, Qing Ao's swordsmanship can be ranked among the top ten among the young people in the East China Sea.

The message from Jin Jialin was brief, that is, Qing Ao from the Flood Dragon Clan in the East China Sea was coming to challenge Han Muye, and he hoped that Han Muye would take care of him because of the alliance between the Flood Dragon Clan and the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

I don't know what kind of care this is.

Daoist Dayan's summons was much more detailed.

Qing Ao was practicing in seclusion a few years ago, so he didn't know about Mo Yuan's challenge to the East China Sea.

When he went out to the Cangshan Sword Sect to challenge Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan had sealed his sword for ten years and was ready to raise his sword.

Qing Ao was very unwilling to fight Mo Yuan.

Seeing that he would not leave, Mo Yuan stood on Cangshan Island where the Cangshan Sword Sect was located, and struck out a sword from the air.

A sword crossed thousands of miles, beheaded dozens of black turtle demons, and split an island with a radius of hundreds of miles.

This sword suppressed Qing Ao.

Then, Qing Ao will worship under Mo Yuan's sect.

The Cangshan Sword Sect strongly supports the core descendants of the Flood Dragon Clan worshiping under Mo Yuan's sect.

Mo Yuan hesitated for a long time, saying that Han Muye was the only one under him.

If Qing Ao wants to worship under him, he needs to meet Han Muye and ask for Han Muye's consent.

Therefore, Qingao came to Xijiang.

He went backwards all the way, gathering strength with clouds and water, and when he came out of the East China Sea, he had already become the true meaning of the way of swordsmanship, and the sword light pierced the sky.

Crossing the southern wasteland, traveling hundreds of miles with drum waves, the sword light runs through the east and west, and can be seen for thousands of miles.

Entering the western border, one step at a time, one sword at a time, the sword intent is condensed, forming a general trend.

Qing Ao didn't come to seek Han Muye's opinion.

He came to take the sword to get Han Muye to agree, and even had objections to Han Muye's identity as Mo Yuan's number one disciple.

With Mr. Mo Yuan's swordsmanship, what does it mean that Han Muye from the western border does not travel with the East China Sea, but stays on Jiuxuan Mountain?

If Qing Ao came to the western border, if Han Muye could receive his sword, then he would take Han Muye to the East China Sea to serve in front of Mr. Mo Yuan.

If he could receive a few more blows, he would like to meet Han Muye's peers.

As for Han Muye being unable to catch a sword, or being able to defeat him, he never thought about it.

Why think about it if you can't catch a sword?

As for being able to defeat his Qingao sword, there are not many people in the entire East China Sea who can do it, right?

What's more, Xijiang?

Not only Qing Ao thinks this way, but also the hundreds of sword cultivators who followed Qing Ao all the way from the East China Sea.

Retrograde the power of millions of miles, who can block this sword?

"Boom—"

On Jiuxuan Mountain, a bell rang melodiously.

A light curtain rises.

On the mountain, sword lights shot up into the sky.

From the Nine Profound Sword Sect to become the number one in Western Xinjiang, in the past two years, masters in the sect have sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain.

This is the result of the superposition of luck and the accumulation of resources.

As the No. 1 sect in Western Xinjiang, those disciples unconsciously had the spirit of giving up to me.

At such a critical moment of mental vigor, practitioners can break through the bottleneck as easily as a broken bamboo.

Conversely, those small sects and even casual cultivators encountered bottlenecks and felt timid in their hearts, so they were even more wasted and unable to break through.

Han Muye walked to the nine-story stone steps in front of the Jiange, and the disciples on the Qingshi square hurriedly bowed their heads to salute.

"Senior Brother Han, I'm defeated." Yang Mingxuan cupped his hands and said softly.

Han Muye waved his hand.

How could Yang Mingxuan's current combat power be defeated by these Zhongzhou sword cultivators who came to challenge him.

It was just arranged by Han Muye before.

Yang Mingxuan's combat power is so strong that he can fight even at the half-step Heaven Realm.

This is Elder Jiange Han, Han Muye, the exiled immortal of the Sword Art in Xijiang.

Those Zhongzhou sword cultivators and the new disciples of Nine Profound Sword Sect looked at Han Muye very curiously.

young.

handsome.

Standing with hands behind his back, he has a refined air.

Unlike Jianxiu, he looks like a Confucian scholar in Zhongzhou who has read poetry and books.

Is such a person really the exiled immortal who suppressed the sword of Western Xinjiang and opened the gate of heaven with his sword?

"Zhongzhou Sword Dao practitioner Luo Teng has met Elder Han Muye of the Nine Profound Sword Gate Jiange." The young man with the sword saw that he took a step forward, with fighting intent in his eyes, and bowed his hands in a salute.

"I heard about Immortal Han's name earlier, and today Luo Teng is here, and I would like to ask Immortal Han to teach me." After Luo Teng finished speaking, his sword intent flowed, and his whole body was entwined with aura.

Everyone around is full of bright eyes.

Waiting for a long time, watching the battle for a long time, don't you just want to see Elder Jiange Han make a move?

I don't know how many tricks Luo Teng, who can pick up the long sword of senior brother Yang Mingxuan, can do under the hands of Elder Han?

One hundred tricks?

Ten strokes?

The goal Luo Teng secretly set for himself was to be undefeated in three moves and to carry five moves by force.

As for the future, if you can survive the serious injury to ten strokes, you will have a smooth road in your own practice in the future.

Lightly pressing his hand on the hilt of his sword, Luo Teng stared at Han Muye's eyes.

As long as Han Muye nodded or agreed, he would unhesitatingly draw his sword.

There is no shame in being the first to strike a sword in front of a character like the Immortal of the Way of the Sword.

Unfortunately, it was very strange that Han Muye did not respond to him.

Standing in front of the gate of the Jiange, Han Muye looked up at the sky, then showed a smile on his face, waved his hands and said, "You all step back for a moment, I want to pick up a fellow Taoist from Donghai Yuanlai for a sword."

Take Donghai Sword and repair a sword?

The surrounding disciples were all stunned.

Standing in the middle of Qingshi Square, Luo Teng could only feel a surge of anger in his heart.

He was holding the sword in front of him, Han Yuxian didn't even look at it, but wanted to take Donghai Jianxiu's sword.

To challenge this kind of thing, there must always be a first-come, first-served one, right?

Can I still jump in line?

He turned his head, and flames rose from his eyes.

He wants to repair that Donghai Sword who jumped in line!

It's just that when he turned his head, his whole body froze.

Beyond the sky, sword lights filled the sky.

With one sword coming to the west, thousands of miles soar into the clouds.

That spiritual light and Yun Tao's sword intent covered all the boundless world.

What kind of swordsman is this?

At this moment, Luo Teng felt cold in his heart.

In front of such a strong man, he couldn't even have the courage to draw his sword.

Fortunately, this strong man is challenging Immortal Han...

"Donghai Qingao, invite Han Muye from the Nine Profound Sword Sect to take over the sword—"

The sound was thousands of miles away, the sky and the earth shook, and the clouds rolled and rolled, turning into a sword.

This sword cut down thousands of miles away.

The sword was above the sky, and the disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect below felt that it was difficult to raise their heads, and there was endless pressure coming down.

On the Qingshi square in front of the Jiange, the sword cultivators from Zhongzhou all trembled on their shoulders, unable to control themselves.

Looking at the imminent sword light, Luo Teng and the others were horrified.

Such a sword, can it be urged by manpower?

Who can catch such a tyrannical sword light?

Under this sword, the entire Jiange will probably be destroyed, right?

Perhaps, the Nine Profound Sword Sect will gather the strength of the entire sect to resist this sky-shaking sword.

In front of the sword pavilion, Yang Mingxuan put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and there was blood in his eyes.

Han Muye shook his head with his hands behind his back, and said flatly, "This sword won't work."

no.

As Han Muye's voice fell, the vast sword light shattered in the sky!

In one word, the sword is broken!

This frightening sword light turned into broken clouds and dispersed at Han Muye's words.

This is the real battle of great monks?

The disciples who surrounded him were all dazed.

"it is good!"

In the sky, there was excitement and fighting spirit in the loud shout.

This voice is thousands of miles away!

At this moment, on Jiuxuan Mountain, the sword light condensed.

On the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, Suzerain Tuoba was established in front of the main hall, with a sword intent on his body.

Behind him, the phantom of the tiger paced lightly.

"With the gathering of sword cultivators in the world, my Nine Profound Sword Sect does have the appearance of a holy place."

Tuoba Cheng saw the sword light soaring into the sky, and let go of the palm he held.

The sword intent on his body dissipated.

It was not him who came to challenge.

It's Jiange Han Muye.

Looking towards the direction of Jiange, Tuoba Cheng showed curiosity on his face.

How will Han Muye receive this sword?

Gathering momentum for a million miles, one sword shatters mountains and rivers.

With such a sword force, even he, Tuoba Cheng, would not dare to catch it without damage.

At this moment, Han Muye, who was standing in front of the Jiange, raised his head with emotion on his face.

Regardless of its momentum or strength, this sword is impeccable.

Sword cultivator, being able to gather this sword is really wonderful.

Practice, isn't it like this?

What I think in my heart travels for millions of miles.

He stepped down from the sword pavilion and received the sword, showing his respect for the third prince of the East China Sea.

It is also a respect for a swordsman.

Han Muye's original peace gradually dissipated.

In him, there was the fierceness and aloofness that a sword repairer should have.

In Han Muye's hand, a long sword appeared.

When you travel thousands of miles, you draw your sword to treat guests.

Jianguang is as clear as water, able to wash away dust all the way.

Han Muye pointed forward with his long sword, staring at him.

Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, a tall and straight young man with eyebrows like swords and wearing a green robe dragged a long sword in his hand, walking step by step.

One step at a time is like a thousand miles of waves gathering.

Every time the young man takes a step, Jiuxuan Mountain shakes once.

On the entire mountain top, there are spiritual lights intertwined everywhere, stabilizing the rocks.

"I am young and proud, and I am the pride of the Eastern Sea Flood Dragon Clan."

"Xijian can overwhelm Donghai's peers, and no one can win."

"Come to the western border today, please ask Han Muye from the Nine Profound Sword Sect to take my sword."

The arrogance of the Flood Dragon Clan in the East China Sea, overwhelming the peerless sword cultivator in the East China Sea.

These strong men came here exclusively to challenge Jiange Han Baxian!

After Qing Ao's words fell, he had already arrived at Qingshi Square outside Jiange.

He raised his head and looked at Han Muye standing in front of the Jiange.

At this moment, between the heaven and the earth, it seems that there is only one person and one sword.

Han Muye didn't open his mouth, he just raised his hand, and the sword light in his hand filled up a bit more.

The greatest respect for a sword cultivator is to greet him with a sword in his hand.

A word of nonsense is an insult.

Qing Ao smiled, stepped forward with one step, and slashed at Han Muye with the sword in his hand!

There is no flash of aura, no turbulent wind, and no sword intent.

Yes, only like a mortal warrior, with a sword.

Han Muye stabbed out with the sword in his hand, and greeted him with the sword.

Back to the original restoration, a sword is a sword, and a murder weapon!

"when--"

When the long swords struck each other, there was a rumbling sound.

At this moment, the people around seemed to see the raging waves, the shattering of thousands of mountains, the mighty mist, and the rising of clouds and mountains.

The wind and waves are endless, and the mountain peaks remain motionless.

The stormy waves hit the shore, the waves shattered, and the rocks did not turn.

Before Jiange, the wind was calm and the clouds were light.

In the sky above the sword pavilion, the spiritual light exploded, as if the sky and the earth were about to overturn, and the mountains, rivers and stars fell.

Donghai Tiandao and Donghai Jianxiu have been blending artistically for countless thousands of years.

The way of heaven in the East China Sea is tainted with the sharpness of swordsmanship.

At this time, the wind and thunder carried by Qing Ao's sword is not only his own perception, but also the induction of the heaven and earth in the East China Sea.

This is the collision of heaven!

If Jiuxuan Mountain in the western border wants to become a holy land of swordsmanship, it must overwhelm the East China Sea and the way of heaven in the East China Sea!

Facing Qing Ao's sword, Han Muye chose to stab forward with his sword.

In front of the Jiange, phantoms appeared one after another.

In the phantom, Qing Ao wielded his sword and drew down endless waves, Han Muye remained motionless, the sword's edge was like a reef, and his sword broke through the waves.

In the phantom, Qing Ao's sword edge overlapped and rolled down, Han Muye remained motionless, the sword edge was like a reef, breaking the waves with one sword.

In the phantom, Qing Ao's sword drew the power of millions of miles of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, Han Muye remained motionless, the sword's edge was like a rock, and a sword broke through the waves.

...

Every phantom was broken by the sword.

Han Muye didn't draw the power of heaven and earth, didn't mix sword moves to fight, and didn't use the soul sword energy.

All the sharpness in the world lies in this thorn!

With the sword in hand, draw the sword and stab forward.

"Canglang—"

The long sword shook, and the two-foot-long blade fell to the bluestone square.

With the broken sword in his hand, Qing Ao's expression changed from dazed to bewildered to uncontrollable excitement.

"Haha, that's how it is, that's how it is!"

He looked at Han Muye with a bright look in his eyes.

The Broken Sword pointed at Han Muye, and Qing Ao's body was full of fighting spirit: "It won't last long, what is borrowed will be borrowed after all."

"The momentum of millions of miles turned out to be all vain."

"Everything in the world is in front, only a sword in your hand."

After the words fell, Qing Ao's body turned into Qiandao, Wandao, and slammed into Han Muye.

After Wan Jian returns to the sect, he will transform Wan Dao with the sword!

The sword that had been prepared for a million miles seemed extremely tyrannical, but it couldn't resist Han Muye's thrust.

Because in this thorn, there is indomitableness and boundless sharpness.

In this stab, there is the arrogance of the swordsman, the bravery of the swordsman, and the invincibility of the swordsman.

Qing Ao's sword was broken by Han Muye's will.

What is broken is the confusion in my heart.

Seeing Wan Dao phantom approaching with his sword upright, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

He is really a person with unparalleled talent in the way of swordsmanship. If he breaks a sword with a million miles of momentum, he can make another sword.

In other words, the first sword, Qing Ao came from the general trend of the world, and the second sword is his real understanding.

The first sword is momentum, the second sword is the sword!

On the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, Tuoba Cheng clenched his fists.

"Are the current juniors so scary?" He whispered, with fighting intent in his eyes.

Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, figures stood in the air.

These are the practitioners who came to Xijiang after hearing the news.

"Tianjiao of the East China Sea can comprehend the way of swords to such an extent." A white-haired old man showed a sad look on his face.

"Donghai, the holy place of swordsmanship, and my western border, how can we compare..." A middle-aged Taoist turned his head and looked into the distance, his face was full of bewilderment.

"Han Banxian, should he be able to resist it?" Someone whispered, his face full of anticipation.

Can the Western Border Sword Dao block the invasion of the Eastern Sea Sword Dao?

do not know.

Before Jiange, those low-level disciples were already in chaos.

Luo Teng and the Zhongzhou sword cultivators behind him were not much better.

They were directly imprisoned by the sword with overwhelming power before, and they didn't even have the ability to sense.

The coercion of that sword light almost broke their hearts.

It wasn't until Qingao's long sword broke and the power of the world dissipated that all the people gasped heavily, showing fear on their faces.

At this time, Qing Ao drew out his sword, and his body turned into thousands of phantoms.

They couldn't see through every phantom, every sword, couldn't see clearly, couldn't understand.

As for picking up such a sword, it's a joke, I can't even pick up a single sword.

With thousands of sword lights, Luo Teng knew he couldn't handle any of them.

He finally understood why Han Muye had to take the sword himself.

The only one who can receive the sword of Qingao is Jiange Han Baxian!

Everyone stared at Han Muye closely.

How to take this sword?

Seeing Wan Dao phantom rushing towards him, Han Muye let out a long laugh and stepped forward.

He thrust out the sword in his hand.

With a stab of the sword, a phantom was pierced.

"The rainforest swordsmanship of the Cangshan Sword School in the East China Sea is unfortunately less mellow when the sword transforms into a heavy rain."

With another sword strike, a phantom was pierced through the body by the blade.

"The swordsmanship of the Flood Dragon Clan in the East China Sea? It's too bad, there's no room for improvement."

Another sword.

"Liufeng Sword? That's right, if you can transform into Liufeng and blend with the sword, it will be interesting."

Another sword.

...

A sword stabs out, and the sword makes a comment.

Han Muye's voice was not loud and his speech was not fast.

But in an instant, he commented on Wan Jian.

Even though it was only a split second, everyone could hear his thrusts and comments.

"boom--"

Wan Dao's phantom disappeared, and Han Muye returned the sword to its sheath.

Qing Ao knelt down on one knee, leaning on the broken sword in his hand, and lowered his head in front of the nine stone steps of the Jiange Pavilion.

"It's a pity that you can learn a lot but not be good at it."

Han Muye waved his hand and rolled up half of the blade.

"I will go to Donghai next year, I hope you won't let me down."

Han Muye will go to Donghai!

Qing Ao looked up, then nodded.

"Senior Brother Han, I'll be waiting for you in Donghai."

After speaking, he stood up, dragged the broken sword, turned around and left.

Everyone moved out of the way, watching Qing Ao dragging his sword, with a somewhat lonely and happy expression on his face.

"Traveling millions of miles, this sword did not disappoint me."

Walking to the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain, Qing Ao turned his head, chuckled and whispered.

Han Muye stood on the stone steps of the Jiange, turned his head, and looked at Luo Teng and the others.

"You guys, are you going to challenge me?"

challenge?

Luo Teng and everyone behind him subconsciously shook their heads.

What challenge?

Not even qualified to draw a sword, what challenge?

"Senior brother Yang, I want to go to the secret place to sharpen it again." Luo Teng looked at Yang Mingxuan and said in a low voice.

Yang Mingxuan nodded.

Han Muye took a look around, looked at the sky, then turned and walked back to the Jiange.

In the practice of swordsmanship, after ten thousand swords return to the sect, one sword turns ten thousand swords into a realm.

So far, Han Muye has understood.

With this swordsmanship, the world can go.

"Boom—"

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell rang.

Streams of light scattered towards the various sects in the western border.

The opening of the Southern Wilderness Mystery Realm is almost here.

Han Muye turned his head and glanced at the top of Jiuxuan Mountain.

The Fengling Sword Sect advocated that there is a horn in the mystical realm of ten thousand monsters that can block thunder.

Han Muye is going to have a look.

By the way, take Huang Zhihu down the mountain for a stroll.

This little girl is on the mountain, I'm afraid she's going to be overwhelmed.