Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 293 Tianhu, Bai Wuhen (22 chapters)

Sword Master Yuan Tian's Zhou Tian Sword Formation is the most capable of defeating many with one.

No matter how many opponents there are, there are no more than Zhou Tianxingchen.

The three sword pills turned into three beams of light, and after reflecting each other, the light was as bright as a galaxy.

Being in it, the perception of the soul, the floating of power, will get lost.

The three big monsters who rushed in the first place were each suppressed by three sword pills, and their bodies were full of energy and blood, but they could only wave their weapons in a daze, as if they were dancing madly there.

Among the three Golden Core Eight Great Demons, one is wearing shoulder armor, has a majestic figure, has a short horn on the top of his head, and has a jade-white halo on his skin. He should be a one-horned rhinoceros with a trace of ancient animal blood.

The other two, whose bodies are mixed with wind and blood, have a few bluish-black manes growing on their cheeks, and have thick palms. They are from the extremely fast wind wolf clan in the wilderness.

At this time, these three big demons with strong cultivation bases were pressed down by the sword formation, their faces were full of horror, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

The qi, blood and blood power on their bodies seemed to be free of money, they were urged with all their strength, and then they smashed towards the void.

This is the tyranny of the sword array.

Under the interference of the soul, the three golden elixir and eight great demons just spent their energy in that space.

"It's amazing..." Xiang Lingshuang held his big bow with envy on his face.

What he wanted was for Han Muye to make random moves like this, so that the opponent could not understand Bei's method at all.

That way, you don't have to get blood on your hands.

His great bow was raised and lowered again.

In front, the sword formation suppressed the three great demons, and the two swords in Han Muye's hands revealed a coldness.

Qingming swept across, Ziyan pointed obliquely.

His figure flickered, and he had already appeared beside a black bear tribe monster who was nearly ten feet tall and holding a mace.

Although the cultivation of this big black bear monster has only reached the level of enlightenment, his physical strength is obviously beyond his cultivation, and he swung down with a big stick in his hand, bringing out a shrill scream.

Speed, power, all just right.

This method is even more clever than that of the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan.

It seems to be a monster cultivator from a foreign land.

"die--"

The black bear demon yelled violently, his voice piercing his soul.

Rarely, the black bear clan, known for their strength, is not only extremely fast, but also has the means of soul attack.

Han Muye seemed to be really overwhelmed by that drink, and his body didn't move.

The strong man of the black bear clan with a face covered in black fur and round ears grinned, and his speed with the mace in his hand was a bit faster.

It's just that the moment the big stick fell, his complexion suddenly changed drastically.

A long sword arrived at his armpit at some point.

As long as his body pressed forward a little, the sword would penetrate into his body.

But at this time, he swung the big stick in his hand, leaned forward, and all his strength had been pressed down.

I can't hold it!

"Roar--"

With a roar, the big monster of the black bear clan let go of the big stick, let it fly out, and then slapped his armpit.

Rather decisive.

With a calm expression on Han Muye's face, he slowly withdrew his sword.

After all, he escaped a catastrophe.

Rejoicing flashed in the eyes of the big monster of the black bear tribe.

Just the next moment, his pupils dilated extremely.

A purple short sword was pierced into the spine behind his neck from behind his back.

The sword energy pierced through his bones, and directly shattered all his power.

Even the monster energy floating in the dantian couldn't be mobilized.

There is no chance of self-destruction.

Qishen's cultivation is fine, but when it comes to forming alchemy, if you really have a violent temper, you can't beat it, and if you explode your golden core, you will die with you. This kind of person is really difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, those who rushed here today don't have many golden core cultivation bases.

Han Muye flew up, stepped on the shoulder of the big monster of the black bear tribe, and grabbed the hilt of the Ziyan sword with one hand.

The sword goes with the person, and the blood spurts with the sword.

It wasn't until Han Muye flew towards the other big monster with two swords in his hands, that the strong black bear clan fell to the ground, and the divine light in his eyes disappeared.

At the moment of its fall, a beam of light that dissipated Qi and blood rose.

His energy, blood and soul power drifted towards the altar not far away.

Among them, there is still a trace chasing towards Han Muye, falling into his body.

Manic, icy.

Two completely different feelings permeate the body at the same time.

The power is cold, and the soul is manic.

This trace of power can enhance one's physical strength, integrate into the body, and exercise the muscles and bones.

It is also possible to stimulate a trace of blood power and induce unexpected changes in the body.

For example, some places will become larger.

The power of the soul can also be absorbed and refined.

It's just that the tyrannical aura in it is difficult to calm down, and you can't feel it for a while, and it may affect your decision in a life-and-death battle.

These are the advantages and disadvantages of merging into the blood of the monster clan's soul.

With a movement of Han Muye's divine thought, a tinge of purple power was released from the sea of ​​air, and it walked through the muscles and bones of his body, wrapping the blood power and turning it into a small lavender ball.

The golden halo in Shenzang flashed, capturing the power of the soul of the black bear clan master and imprisoning it.

The awe-inspiring energy shook, and the soul power of the black bear master had no resistance at all, and was constantly squeezed by it, turning into a thread of soul with traces of gray and gray.

Turn the soul into a sword thread.

The moment the sword silk took shape, images emerged in Han Muye's mind.

Netherworld, Twilight City.

This black bear monster named Mu Jin is one of the young city lords of Dusk City.

Netherworld is a realm dominated by monster races, and the big forces in it are all monster races.

There are races who reside in this Netherworld, but they are all small forces and belong to the inferior races.

This time, a large number of powerhouses in the Netherworld entered the secret realm from the teleportation gate in order to find the Myriad Demon Token in the secret realm.

Of course, increasing the power of the bloodline and obtaining the treasures in the secret realm is also incidental.

After Mu Jin came to the secret realm, he had subdued a small group, refined its blood power, and had his own small power.

It's just a pity that he passed away in just one day.

As the images emerged in his mind, all kinds of messages from Dusk City, Netherworld, etc. were also remembered by Han Muye.

There are many monster races in this world, and the resources are not bad. Among them, there are many strong ones in heaven.

It's just that this world is also full of internal fighting, and the major races of lions and tigers continue to conquer each other.

Caught in the gap, Dusk City made a big bet this time, and several deputy city lords and young city lords all entered the secret realm.

The restrictions on entering the secret realm in Netherworld are much looser than those in Tianxuan, and all monster races under the age of 800 can enter.

From Han Muye drawing the sword to flying down, it was only an instant.

All the pictures dissipated, and he had landed in front of an old man with mouse eyes and short beard wearing a leather robe.

In Han Muye's Divine Treasure, the blue-gray sword thread was gently wrapped around the golden light-dense sword of the soul, and the blood power gathered in the muscles and bones was directly thrown into the dantian by him.

In his dantian, a small golden ball was shining brightly.

Heart of the stars.

This is the treasure obtained on the big star back then. Although it has not yet formed, it can store endless power.

After refining this treasure for so long, Han Muye went to the Fire Source Realm and the foreign space many times.

Mu Jin's blood power was directly thrown into the heart of the stars by Han Muye.

No matter what power he has, as long as he enters the heart of the stars, it will be stored.

When you need to consume it, just extract it.

At this moment, Han Muye raised the sword again.

The leather-robed old man on the opposite side had already taken a step ahead of him, and smashed down his head with a short rat-tailed whip in his hand.

It's just that the rat-tailed whip is not as fast as the sword light flying out of Han Muye's hand.

The moment the Ziyan sword flew out, the mouse demon had already changed color.

It's just that he was unable to respond, and the sword light slashed across his neck, causing his whole body to fall down.

Stretching out his hand to grab the rather interesting rat-tail whip, Han Muye's figure had already appeared in front of another big monster covered in scales.

Black turtle demon.

interesting.

It's not the black turtle demon from the Profound Sky World.

"Stab—"

Qingming sword slashed on the black armor, bringing out a stream of sparks.

The black-armored black-turtle demon with a cold and ferocious face, black gills on both sides of his cheeks, and blood-red eyes clenched his fists and punched Qing Mingjian.

Relying on its own defensive power, as well as the hard enough black armor, it turned into a humanoid weapon.

Just the black scale armor, which cannot be cut by a sword, can make the black turtle demon family invincible.

What's more, these fish monsters also have abnormally strong reproduction power, as well as extremely strong racial cohesion power.

Such a monster race is indeed terrifying.

The Black Turtle Demon's fist slammed down, and Han Muye's sword turned slightly, the spine of the sword turned into the edge of the sword.

If the punch was solid, it would be on the edge of the sword.

The Black Turtle Demon's fist was hard enough, but it didn't have the ability to hit the sword's edge directly.

As a last resort, his fist changed direction and hit Han Muye's chest.

He changed his tactics and reacted quickly.

Han Muye had a slight smile on his face.

He held the sword in his hand and turned it again, the blade and the spine changed positions.

What is this for?

The black turtle demon's face showed bewilderment when he saw the long sword spinning suddenly.

The tip of the sword touched the chest, turned into a drill bit, crushed a piece of black scale, and then went straight into the heart.

Blood gushed out of the mouth of the Black Turtle Demon, staring at Han Muye, but unable to speak.

A gray-black aura began to dissipate.

The second great demon fell.

Until now, those monster races that were charging forward had some reactions, some stopped, and some rushed towards Han Muye.

There are also quite a few monster races, with monster light in their hands, turning into light, shadow and blood, and smashing at Han Muye.

An invincible sword cultivator is in front, so it's better to use magic to deal with it.

It is not a simple character who can live for hundreds of years and become a god of enlightenment.

Han Muye laughed out loud, with the Qingming sword in his hand, piercing through those magic spells, the Ziyan sword turned into a streamer, parading in the sky, blocking all the flying monsters.

One person with two swords, the sword intent is swaying, there is no enemy under the sword.

This scene made Xiang Lingshuang's blood boil.

Huang Zhihu, who was lying on Tianhe's body, bit his lip, and there was a glint of longing and fear in his big eyes.

"call out--"

Xiang Lingshuang finally raised the big bow, a long blue arrow condensed on the big bow, and then the bow opened the full moon, and the arrow shot out.

Three miles away, a green-robed monster holding a short spear was shocked, and was pierced by an arrow.

The blue long arrow flew hundreds of meters away with his body, before it was nailed to a tree trunk.

This arrow surprised many monster clans who were about to attack.

"Om—"

On the altar, the bluish-white flames began to vibrate.

Among them, there seems to be a human figure appearing.

Under the altar, those green fox tribes looked up happily.

There are dark golden streamers constantly intertwining on their bodies.

This is the fusion of his own bloodline and Tianhu bloodline, and the memory of inheritance begins to improve.

While the strong Tianhu clan refines their own blood, their own blood can also obtain its inheritance power.

It's a win-win situation.

In the future, this group will have a master.

This Sky Fox powerhouse will be bound to the rise and fall of the tribe.

"Quick! Grab the blood, or we will all die when the blood merges!"

"This is the blood of Tianhu. Tianhu is the most intelligent and holds grudges!"

"The bloodline of the ancient sky fox, this is a good thing!"

One after another shouted, those big monsters rushed towards the altar without holding back.

Grab the blood of the sky fox, and you can soar into the sky!

Holding the big bow, Xiang Lingshuang took a step forward and stood in front of the altar.

Standing up from Tianhe's back, Huang Zhihu had a frightened expression on his face, hesitated for a moment, and put his hand on the hilt of the small sword at his waist.

"Sister Yundi, can you protect us?" She whispered, and then her expression relaxed.

Perhaps, Yundi gave her the answer.

Ahead, Han Muye put away the Ziyan Sword.

In his eyes, there is a cold sword intent floating.

The killing just now was just a test for him.

Use the swordsmanship instilled in the Shanmao inheritance to challenge the big monsters of all races.

As a result, it was not bad.

Now, he is the one who does it himself.

"Canglang—"

The long sword vibrated, and the sword sang to the sky.

At this moment, countless big monsters changed their colors.

Those people turned around and fled.

Just this sword chant, and the tyrannical sword intent contained in it, is basically ready to become the general trend of swordsmanship.

Although these big monsters are strong today, none of them can block the powerful sword.

"I only want to escape now, isn't it too late?"

Han Muye whispered, and the Qingming sword in his hand brought a sword shadow of Baizhang, and slashed down!

The sky is full of blood!

A sword is a weapon for killing.

The sword light is vertical and horizontal, the vertical is interspersed stabbing, and the horizontal is an indomitable sweeping and heavy slashing.

At this moment, all the big monsters who rushed forward were surrounded by the sword light.

The three sword formations that suppressed the great demon also exploded and turned into sword lights all over the sky, like stars facing the sky.

"Surrender, or, die."

There was indifference in Han Muye's voice.

The sound is like a sword.

Hanging the sword, sentence life and death.

"Arrogant Human Race—" the one-horned rhinoceros clan's Jindan eight major monsters shouted violently, and their body turned into a jade-white one-horned rhinoceros that was ten feet tall, with black shoulder armor on its shoulders and a thick black light.

It was Han Muye's sword light that interrupted the one-horned rhino's voice.

The cyan sword shadow slashed down.

The blue-gray sword thread that was gathered in Shenzang just now was wrapped in the sword light, and it came out directly.

A sword with two meanings.

The sword has the power to destroy mountains, but there is a fusion of spirit and soul power in it.

"boom--"

After a sword strike, the smoke dissipated.

Everyone turned their heads to stare at the huge rhinoceros quietly suspended in mid-air.

No harm and no damage!

One sword can't hurt the demon body of the golden core demon!

Those big monsters who rushed forward were all relieved.

That magnificent sword that seemed to crush the world couldn't even break through the body of a golden core demon.

It seems that this sword is a show?

The huge body of the one-horned rhino slowly landed on the ground.

At this moment, everyone's expressions changed again.

The tyrannical Jindan big demon body was crawling on the ground, trembling like a real monster.

"Divine soul..."

Standing not far away, Jindan Daxiu of the Wind Wolf Clan stared wide-eyed, clenched his fists tightly, but couldn't stop the trembling of his legs.

Although Han Muye's sword just now did not break through the body of the one-horned rhinoceros known for its defensive power, it directly killed its soul!

The current one-horned rhinoceros body has become an empty shell with only a tyrannical body and no soul of the great demon.

Han Muye raised the sword again.

"Senior Brother Han, let me come." At this moment, a voice sounded from the altar behind him.

A figure stepped out from the flames of the altar.

She looked sixteen or seventeen years old in a jade white dress, with pointed ears, a tuft of white fluff on her forehead, and three illusory fox tails fluttering behind her.

"Are you Sister Xiaobai?" Huang Zhihu's eyes brightened, he exclaimed in surprise.

"Mountains and rivers send a message lightly, and a dream leaves no trace to forget the present." The girl in white showed a bewildered look on her face, and nodded slightly.

"I used to be called Bai Qingyu, but now I am called Bai Wuhen."

The palm stretched out, and a hazy blue light swayed in the ten-mile radius of the space.

Whether it's the members of the Qinghu tribe or the big monsters rushing in, they all have blurred expressions on their faces.

Bai Wuhen chuckled and looked around: "You guys, are you willing to surrender?"

The power of the soul.

At this moment, within a radius of ten miles, there was no big monster resisting.

Han Muye turned his head and put his long sword back into its sheath.

"Senior Brother Han, thank you very much." Bai Wuhen flew down from the altar like a falling leaf, looked at Han Muye, and said softly.