Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 296 Ten thousand swords return to the third level! (12 chapters)

As far as talent is concerned, the Profound Sky World has yet to take a fancy to it.

Bai Wuhen was stunned by Han Muye's words, and then he covered his mouth and laughed.

"You are not humble."

Looking up at the indifferent Han Muye, Bai Wuhen's smile slowly faded, turning into a complex look.

In her memory, there are many Confucian and Taoist poems and articles.

These were all Han Muye instilled directly into her bloodline memory just now.

She once traveled to Zhongzhou with Wen Mosheng, even if she is not proficient in poetry, she can still feel the good and the bad.

Each of these articles from Han Muye shocked her.

The beauty of those poems is simply difficult to describe in words.

Accompanied by Wen Mosheng, she has never seen such talented lyrics.

"It is said that the setting sun is the end of the world, but you can't see home when you look to the end of the world."

"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine..."

"Based on these poems and articles, Han Mu will be famous in Zhongzhou, I am afraid that he will really disappoint the world..."

In Zhongzhou, Confucianism and Taoism ruled for thousands of years, and it has been deeply rooted.

Poems and articles can move the world with one word.

In the past, Confucianism and Taoism were suppressed all over the world in the name of the sound of literature and ink.

But Bai Wuhen knew that even Wen Mosheng didn't have such talent, he couldn't write these poems that Han Muye left in his memory.

Entering the imperial city with such poems, attracting the popularity of the world, and the sound of writing and ink, will he eventually make a wedding dress for him, Han Muye?

He also said that he would not compete with Wen Mosheng.

This is obviously digging the corner root of Wenmosheng.

For a moment, Bai Wuhen was full of thoughts.

Han Muye didn't care what she thought, his eyes flashed, and he said, "With your current strength, it's possible to go to the Changshan Green Fox Clan's camp?"

The purpose of changing the power of the bloodline is to increase the combat power. If the combat power is not enough, then this change is useless.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Bai Wuhen smiled lightly, and his figure faded away.

"Stab—"

A sword light appeared three feet behind Han Muye.

Very fast and very stealthy.

The ground is connected to the veins, and it can be killed with a single sword.

With this sword technique, plus the three swords of the soul, Bai Wuhen can run rampant in Changshan Qinghu resident.

It's Tianjing's attack. With her bloodline and swordsmanship skills, if she really wants to explode the sword of the soul, the outcome is unpredictable.

Perceiving the power and speed of this sword, as well as the strangeness of the sword, Han Muye gave a very pertinent evaluation.

The blood of the green fox is really suitable for sword repair.

Compared with the Bobcats, who are extremely strong in assassination and concealment methods, the Green Foxes are more elegant and unrestrained, and they are good at more kendo methods.

If you look at it this way, perhaps it should be a good choice to integrate the power of the green fox blood that was intercepted in the sacred treasure into the lynx blood, and then purify it a little bit.

For a while, Han Muye thought of several ways to increase the combat power of the Bobcats.

Behind him, the sword's edge was a foot away.

There was a strange color in Bai Wuhen's eyes.

To be exiled by the way of the sword, is it really just because of the profound comprehension of the way of the sword, the combat power has been compromised?

wrong!

After a pause, Bai Wuhen retreated three feet away.

There was a bloodstain on her neck.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't even see clearly how Han Muye used his sword.

"To be honest, you are the first one who dared to hand the sword one foot away from me." Han Muye did not turn around, and whispered.

"In the Profound Sky World, I haven't met a sword cultivator who can pass the sword one foot away from me."

After finishing speaking, he flew down and walked slowly into the stone house.

In the stone house, Huang Zhihu had already traced more than half of the book.

Today's mission, there are eight left.

"Swordsmanship is supreme, Confucianism and Taoism are unsurpassed. In the world, there really is such a person?" Bai Wuhen looked at the stone house and murmured in a low voice.

Stretching out his hand to brush his neck, Bai Wuhen recalled how Yuan Tianjianzun was when he discussed Dao with Wen Mosheng.

Sword repair, the collection of sharpness in the world.

Thousands of killing methods are not as powerful as this sword.

"Sister Wuhen, that sword just now was really powerful." Xiang Lingshuang spoke softly with fear in his eyes.

From below, he saw Han Muye raised his hand to guard Jianguang.

People and swords are separated, and swords follow people's will.

His gaze also turned to the stone house, and there was a strange look in it: "Can I, can I also learn such a sword?"

"You want to learn the sword?" Bai Wuhen turned his head and looked at the majestic Xiang Lingshuang: "Don't you only like longbows?"

Xiang Lingshuang grinned, with a bright look in his eyes: "I used to practice the longbow because I didn't want to get blood on my hands."

"Looking at Senior Brother Han's sword now, it looks like it's not stained with blood."

The sword light is not visible, and the murderer will not be held back.

This kind of swordsmanship can really not be stained with blood.

Hearing his words, Bai Wuhen shook his head: "How can there be a killing technique that does not stain blood?"

"If you haven't passed your level, no matter how strong your swordsmanship is, it's useless."

After finishing speaking, she chuckled lightly and said, "I'm going to visit the Lingsiao Clan camp a hundred miles away, will you go?"

Go to the sable tribe's resident?

What are you doing?

Xiang Lingshuang's eyes fell on Bai Wuhen's half-smile face.

"Go and snatch the power of the blood!"

Xiang Lingshuang's expression changed.

Bai Wuhen turned around and left, when a voice came: "With my current strength, I still won't be able to leave Changshan Green Fox Clan's camp in three days."

The only way to do that is to fuse the blood power of other ethnic groups and extract the power into oneself.

No tribe would allow their own blood to be drained of power for nothing.

Bai Wuhen is going here, he must rob and kill!

The expression on Xiang Lingshuang's face changed, watching the blue fox figures flashing, chasing Bai Wuhen away, gritting his teeth as he walked, and striding to keep up.

In the stone house, Han Muye looked into the distance, and then turned back to the resident altar.

There, there is a faint flame.

This flame can show Bai Wuhen's safety and strength.

If Bai Wuhen was in danger, the flame would dance and dim.

If Bai Wuhen erupts with all his strength, the flames will also rise and echo each other.

Even, at critical moments, the altar can also sacrifice the strength of the clansmen to help Bai Wuhen improve his combat power.

Han Muye stared at the flame with both eyes, and there was a faint flame in it.

This flame is the blood power he got from the inheritance of Tianhu and Qinghu.

The soul envoy of the sky fox.

The speed of the green fox.

Han Muye planned to bring this kind of power in Qinghu's bloodline back to the Lynx tribe and integrate it into his bloodline.

With the bonus of speed, the combat power of the Bobcats will be stronger.

Turning his head, Han Muye looked at the one-horned rhino in front of the stone house.

"Om—"

A faint power of the soul leaked out.

The one-horned rhinoceros looked blank, then slowly got up, turned around, and knelt down on its front legs facing Han Muye.

At this moment, the soul of the one-horned rhino that lost its spirituality was marked.

In the future, even if his strength increases and he condenses into a new spirit, he will not betray him.

The reason why the Tianhu clan seems to be not strong in their own combat power, but they can become the strongest race of the monster clan, this method of soul control should be the root of it.

Of course, Tianhu has nine tails, and Bai Wuhen has three tails. There may be stronger means in the blood power, which have not been developed.

so what?

The flames in Han Muye's eyes dissipated.

The flame in his sacred treasure is connected with the altar here, and the blood power of Bai Wuhen!

When the power of Bai Wuhen's bloodline increases and more bloodline power is activated, Han Muye can also detect it.

All of this was the price Bai Wuhen paid.

Otherwise, Han Muye changed her inheritance memory for her, allowing her to directly possess super-strong swordsmanship, was it for nothing?

Walking cross-legged, Han Muye's body was intertwined with spiritual light and sword light.

Entering the secret realm, he gained a deep understanding of the swordsmanship he controlled by passing on his bloodline memory.

At this time, streaks of sword light intertwined around his body, as if they were about to form a cocoon of light.

In his divine treasure, in the sea of ​​qi, the sword of the soul and the long sword of sword intent also seemed to be turning into cocoons of light.

This is a sign that the soul and sword intent are about to change.

Now Han Muye is no longer able to measure his own cultivation realm by the rules of the cultivation world.

His dantian aura is not good enough to enlighten the gods, but his spirit is so strong that he can suppress it even if he leaves his body.

In this secret realm, if he can increase his physical strength, stabilize his body, and make his sword bones mature, at that time, even if he doesn't use the power of the soul, he can still dare to toughen the heaven realm.

"Boom—"

In the altar in front, a spiritual light suddenly rose.

The flames on the altar burst out with five colors.

In the tribe, the scattered green foxes had blood rising one after another.

Increased bloodline power!

Bai Wuhen traveled hundreds of miles, but within an hour, he captured the power of a tribe's bloodline.

This combat power is really good.

A trace of spiritual energy emerged from Han Muye's sacred flame.

This is the blood power of the mink clan.

The mink clan is good at finding elixir, and is also extremely sensitive to the aura of earth veins.

With this kind of power integrated into the blood, if it is refined, the perception of spiritual energy and the power of heaven and earth will be much more delicate.

Even if it is integrated into swordsmanship, it can also have more understanding of the sword that breaks the law.

Looking at the faint traces of flames in the Shenzang that joined the long sword and entangled on the long sword of the soul, Han Muye's eyes shone with inspiration.

"Everything in the world can be a sword."

"It turns out that the third stage of the return of ten thousand swords is that after one sword turns ten thousand swords, all things become swords, and swords become all things."

After the words fell, all the aura around him melted away.

In his sea of ​​qi, the purple aura of popularity wrapped the long sword with sword intent and turned it into a huge cocoon of light.

The cultivation of swordsmanship has been comprehended to the extreme, and he begins to transform into a spirit, sublimated into another kind of power.

Sensing the condensed light cocoon, Han Muye smiled even more.

It's worth a visit to the secret realm just to comprehend the way of the sword.

He originally thought that he would have to go to Donghai to have a chance to sublimate and comprehend this kind of kendo.

Unexpectedly, everything is a sword.

A ray of sword light flew back in the distance and landed on the altar.

The flames soared far and wide, illuminating the sky.

Several figures returned, followed by many masters of the Qinghu clan.

On the other hand, Xiang Lingshuang, who was striding forward, had a gloomy expression when he came back.

For the Elephants who don't like to kill, watching a war of extermination is really hard to bear.

This is the true status quo of the practice world.

The Myriad Monsters Secret Realm is nothing more than taking this kind of mutual conquest between races to the extreme.

After all, when those great powers in the Manghuang Starfield sent the Ten Thousand Monsters Secret Realm out, they wanted to use this method of killing to maintain the continuation of the power of bloodline inheritance.

Only by competing can we survive forever.

An Yi will eventually perish.

For two consecutive days, Bai Wuhen robbed the bloodline power five times.

One of them was a battle with a strong man in the heavenly realm.

Now, the Great Elder of the Sable Clan is already at the station, surrendering to Bai Wuhen, and becoming the number one master under Bai Wuhen.

The fusion of Tianhu's bloodline and Qinghu's bloodline, Bai Wuhen's combat power is stronger than imagined.

At this time, behind her, five long tails were floating and agile.

The yellow fat tiger sitting on the back of the one-horned rhinoceros couldn't help stretching out his hand, trying to grab the long tail.

Of course, this long tail is an illusion at all, it's just a representation of power, she stretched out her hand and took it out.

As Bai Wuhen's strength increased, Han Muye also obtained more bloodline memories and bloodline inheritance.

The sables are good at running on the ground and get close to plants and trees.

The white-fronted wolves are good at controlling the wind and are very fast.

Every race has its own characteristics of bloodline strength.

Extracting the inheritance power from it, Han Muye understood what Bai Wuhen wanted.

speed.

hidden.

Whether it is a green fox, a spirit mink, or a white-fronted wolf clan, they are all extremely fast.

This is not the speed of long-distance flight like Tianhe, but the speed of sudden burst, invisible and short-distance attack and kill.

This speed is extremely fast, and for a sword repairer, it can quickly increase the combat power many times.

The best swordsmanship in the world is nine out of ten.

Han Muye stripped off these bloodline powers and resident them, and then merged them into the bloodline inheritance after returning to Shanmao's resident.

"Saint Wuhen, the Cloud Leopard Clan is in front of you." The black-bearded old man in a black robe with a dog-tooth dagger on his back whispered.

Clouded Leopard is also known for its speed.

Moreover, the strength of the Clouded Leopard Clan and their affinity for the wind attribute are among the best among all races.

The Cloud Leopard Clan's residence is not close to Bai Wuhen and the others, but it is not far from Changshan Qinghu's residence.

"Sister Wuhen, do you really want to go?" Xiang Lingshuang turned her head with a serious expression on the side.

The demon light flashed in the tribal garrison ahead.

This is a large tribe.

At least one hundred thousand tribes.

"Of course we're going." Bai Wuhen's eyes showed a hint of agility, and a faint flame flashed by.

"If I don't take down the Cloud Leopard Clan, I won't be absolutely sure to deal with the Changshan Green Fox."

She turned her head, glanced at Han Muye who was sitting beside Huang Zhihu, and nodded slightly.

Han Muye's combat power is unpredictable, but it doesn't mean she can send Han Muye to attack.

Perhaps, Han Muye would take care of him if he was really in danger of his life.

Bai Wuhen, born as a Tianhu, has the intelligence and caution that the Tianhu family should have.

She had to be perfect before going to the Changshan Green Fox Clan.

"If you want to get to Changshan Green Fox Clan's residence before sunset, you only have one hour here." Bai Wuhen turned his head to look at the several Jindan experts beside him.

These are the masters of the Qinghu tribe and other tribes she subdued to condense the demon core.

"This time, I only want the power of blood."

Bai Wuhen spoke in a deep voice, then raised his hand.

As long as the power of the blood, nothing else.

Those Golden Core masters rushed out instantly with a movement of their bodies.

"boom--"

A gust of wind unfolded and turned into the shadow of a hundred-foot-long wind dragon, raging towards the tribe's garrison.

After the wind rolled, a series of spells, sword lights, turned into torrents.

"Dare to attack my cloud leopard camp?"

"court death!"

Two voices sounded, and two figures in white robes flew down, one of them stopped, raised his hand and patted the wind dragon, crushing the wind dragon.

Then he stood in the same place, and the demonic light on his body shook, gathering the scattered wind dragons and turning them into a long spear.

The spear blocked the sword lights behind those techniques, smashing them into pieces.

One person can block so many spells and sword lights, it is obvious that he is a strong man in the sky.

The other person who came along with him was naturally the Heaven Realm.

The other person stepped forward in mid-air, and his body turned into a pair of big hands, pressing towards Han Muye who was sitting cross-legged on the one-horned rhinoceros.

In his opinion, among this group of people, Han Muye and Huang Zhihu sitting cross-legged on the giant rhinoceros are the most special.

There was a chuckle on Bai Wuhen's face, and the aura on his body had subsided, and the long tail had long since disappeared.

She moved slightly and disappeared in place.

The old man of the sable tribe stepped forward with a serious expression, and stabbed out with the dog-toothed blade in his hand.

The wind of aura collided with the black light of the dog-tooth blade, bringing out the slightest shock of Gang Qi.

"Hei Yuchen? You dare to come to my Cloud Leopard Clan—"

Before the cloud leopard clan finished speaking, the expression on their face suddenly changed.

With the strength of the Sable Clan, how could they dare to come?

Since the sable tribe came to attack the clouded leopard camp, there must be a reason.

The only possibility is, Skywalker!

The sable clan has been controlled by Skywalker, the bloodline inheritance of the sable clan has been taken away, and even the masters of the sky have been subdued.

What kind of strong man is that?

Skywalker's coming to the secret realm was suppressed by the power of the Dao.

In the case of not being able to borrow the power of heaven and earth, he can still subdue the heaven and earth. This kind of powerhouse is extremely terrifying.

"Boom—"

The demonic light on the Yunqi big hand and the dog-tooth blade vibrates and disperses.

"At this moment, if you dare to be distracted, you really are looking for death."

A voice sounded behind the strong cloud leopard tribe.

The voice was soft and charming, like the naughty play of the girl next door.

But in this voice, there is a chilling sword light!