Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

They all saw Huang Zhenxiong's strength.

Competing with those divine beasts in the prehistoric, one person can make those prehistoric strong bow their heads.

Such a character is an extremely powerful existence even in the God Realm.

According to Jinniao's estimation, Han Muye is definitely not Huang Zhenxiong's opponent.

"The fourth round doesn't depend on one person's strength." Han Muye smiled lightly and shook his head.

The fourth round of the Summit is Chaotic War and Lien Chan.

Chaotic warfare is surrounded by all parties, and the truly strong can break out of the encirclement.

Lien Chan is the time when there is no relaxation.

This kind of battle cannot be decided by just one or two strong men.

"Then you have no chance of winning." Jinniao shook his head and said in a low voice, "Behind him are the gods from the God Realm, and some of them are experts who are willing to attach themselves."

Although Jinniao knew that Han Muye had back-ups, especially those immortal masters in Wanhua City, he still didn't think highly of Han Muye.

Huang Zhenxiong's personal strength is so strong that he can already suppress one side, plus his background in the God Realm, and the help of Shenyuan Tiangong.

This person is already the first one to book this summit meeting.

Han Muye smiled and looked at Hundun.

Hun Chao nodded, and his figure dissipated.

Han Muye and Jinniao also disappeared.

"boom--"

The entire world began to turmoil, and then turned into endless golden light.

The entire Wutianzhou reappears.

But at this time, Wutianzhou is no longer a stretch, but divided into countless pieces of floating land.

Similar to the second round, at this time each piece of land has a strong man participating in the peak meeting sitting in command.

"This is the fourth round!"

"Imitate the Zhoutian battlefield and turn it into a battle of ten thousand worlds!"

One after another light curtains reappeared, and the eyes of those strong people in front of the light curtains were all shining.

Legend has it that the Zhoutian battlefield is like this, with countless strong men occupying one side.

"Om—"

In the void, one after another illusory figures emerged.

Some of those figures are tall gods who seem to support the sky, and some are divine birds with spread wings that can cover the sky and the earth.

There are also strange beasts, phantoms of divine beasts floating around.

"That's the projection of the strong on the Zhoutian battlefield."

In front of a light curtain in the God Realm, an old man in a green robe spoke in a low voice.

There was also a trace of excitement on the faces of the white-haired old men behind him.

"It is said that the founding ancestor of my Temple of the First Sun was in the Zhoutian battlefield. Every time the disciples of my Temple of the First Sun showed their inheritance on the battlefield of the Summit, unfortunately, there was no response."

An old man whispered regretfully.

Hearing his words, the old man wearing the golden crown in front shook his head: "How can the strong in the Zhoutian battlefield care about the affairs of the God Realm?"

"In their eyes, the God Realm is just the same as the fairy world we see, it is a dispensable place."

"It's impossible for them to spend their energy on this person from the God Realm."

"Unless," the old man's eyes revealed a gleam, and he said in a low voice, "unless there is really a brilliant talent in the summit meeting."

Stunning talent?

Everyone shook their heads.

There have been countless summit meetings, and it seems that every time there is a strong person.

But the real final outcome is controlled by Shenyuan Tiangong and those great sects in the god world, so how can there be any brilliant talents?

In other words, the outstanding talents of each session are people arranged by Shenyuan Tiangong.

It is impossible for anyone in the world of cultivating immortals and the world of gods to show their talents.

If there are people from Shenyuan Tiangong who are valued by the strong in the Zhoutian battlefield, the resources they bring will also be given to Shenyuan Tiangong when they go to the Zhoutian battlefield in the future.

In this way, Shenyuan Tiangong has even more control over the God Realm.

"boom--"

In the void, the endless vortex vibrates.

Between heaven and earth, Taoist forces pull.

Those scattered pieces of land began to collide.

The scene in the light curtain kept changing, and then fell on a tall young man with an evil and handsome face.

The black dragon battle armor, with the aura of life and death blending on his body, holds a long spear in his hand, and the blade of the spear reveals the coldness and mystery.

Huang Lao Liu.

The protagonist in the fourth round of the light curtain turned out to be Huang Lao Liu!

"It seems that this person was arranged by Shenyuan Tiangong, the protagonist and leader of this grand conference."

"In every grand meeting, as long as the fourth round of light curtain is the first to cover the body, whoever is the first, without exception."

Before a light curtain, someone sighed with emotion.

"That's to build momentum for it and attract the attention of the powerful people in the Zhoutian God Realm."

Someone looked at Huang Lao Liu, who was surrounded by blood and blood in the light curtain, shrouded in bloody light, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

"This guy is really strong."

"It's more than strong!"

In front of the light curtain, someone was holding a treasure to detect the cultivation level in his hand, and at this time, a confusion had appeared above the treasure.

"The guy who can make the Peeping Dzi Bead unable to sense is the third round of the magic dragon."

"Interesting, in the third round, Demon Dragon and Han Muye are dear relatives, brothers and sisters."

"Then watch them fall in love and kill each other in the fourth round."

...

"boom--"

A piece of land collided with Huang Laoliu's heaven and earth, and the strong Jinjia Xianjun standing on it fell on Huang Laoliu's body and trembled.

"you know me?"

Huang Laoliu pointed his spear forward.

"Suppressing Xiong Xianzun." The fairy bowed, cupped his fists and whispered.

"Just get to know me." Huang Laoliu waved his hand and pointed to the front, "I'll take you to win this grand meeting, what's the benefit, share it equally."

The benefits are divided equally!

How atmospheric is this!

Hearing what Huang Laoliu said, the fairy showed excitement on his face, and bowed again: "Thank you Zhenxiong Xianzun."

"It is said that Zhenxiong Immortal Venerable is the most generous to brothers among the descendants of the God Realm, and it is true."

As he said that, he turned around and shouted to the front: "Suppressing Xiong Xianzun is here, those who want to serve him come quickly and worship—"

As his words fell, many strong men arranged by the God Realm around him flew down.

But in a short time, this piece of land has become a mountain and river with a radius of a hundred miles.

The surrounding small worlds, which are only a mile away, either wait and see or flee.

"Shenzhen Xiongxianzun?"

"This person seems to be different from the one arranged by Shenyuan Tiangong before, seems to have a good reputation?"

Before the light curtain, many people whispered.

If this person really has such charisma in the God Realm, it would be a breeze to win the first place.

But it seems unnecessary for such a person to come to the Summit?

Could it be to attract the attention of those strong men on the Zhou Tian battlefield?

"boom--"

A piece of floating land collided with the Baili Mountains and Rivers, and a big man wearing a green robe and holding a pumpkin hammer flew up from it.

"It's Zhu Zixian Jun from Chongtian Immortal Realm!"

"This is the favorite to win the championship in the heyday meeting."

"Unfortunately, he met a strong immortal."

Outside the light curtain, everyone looked at Immortal Zhu Zi, who was blocked by figures, with expressions of pity on their faces.

If it is done step by step, even if this person can't get the first place, at least the top 100 is a sure thing.

But look at this moment, if he wants to challenge Huang Zhenxiong, he may fall directly.

"boom--"

With a shake of the long hammer in Zhu Zixianjun's hand, the three immortals who stopped him were lifted away, then he stopped and looked at Huanglaoliu.

"I heard that Xiong Xianzun in the God Realm Town is extremely powerful, and Zhu Zi is willing to fight!"

"If Zhu Zi is defeated, she is willing to obey orders!"

Challenge Huang Zhenxiong!

Challenge Xianzun with Xianjun!

What audacity!

"Hehe, this guy is really smart. He took advantage of the time when this strong man under the command of Zhenxiong Immortal Venerable came to seek refuge."

Outside the light curtain, someone smiled and spoke.

Even if Zhu Zi Xianjun is the peak of Xianjun, it is impossible to be the opponent of Xianzun in the God Realm.

What's more, the one in front of him is a strong one among the immortals, and he is extremely famous in the God Realm.

No one can beat this kind of character at the same level, and Xianjun is not enough at all.

But Immortal Zhu Zi didn't really want to defeat Huang Zhenxiong, but had a heart of refuge.

But just like everyone else, just accepting the head and worshiping directly, it won't get multiple uses.

So he chose to challenge on purpose.

In this way, as long as Huang Zhenxiong can perform more than a dozen moves, he can see his Zhu Zixianjun's ability.

Naturally, it can also be reused.

The goal Zhu Zixianjun set for himself is ten strokes.

If you can stick to a few tricks, that's even better.

At this time, Zhu Zixianjun's body was full of fighting spirit, and the golden light shone on the long hammer.

"Immortal Zhenxiong, such an arrogant person, I would like to kill him." A strong immortal standing in mid-air cupped his hands towards Huang Zhenxiong.

"Immortal Zhenxiong, let me come." Another immortal also shouted.

All of a sudden, several of the immortal masters gathered their fighting spirit, intending to strike Zhu Zi Xianjun to death.

Everyone is a strong person who has practiced for countless years, and who can not understand each other's mind.

Immortal Zhu Zi wants to show his own strength, and get the attention of Zhenxiong Xianzun. Who doesn't want to show his own strength?

"boom--"

Huang Zhenxiong took a step forward, and the phantom of the dragon appeared on his body.

He let out a long laugh, put away his spear, and punched Immortal Zhu Zi directly on the head.

When this punch came down, no matter if it was Immortal Zhu Zi, those powerful immortals watching in front of the light curtain, or those immortals standing in front of the light curtain of Zhoutian God Realm, all of them looked dignified.

This punch has no power of heaven and earth.

Pure physical strength.

But the strength of this physical body has reached an unimaginable level.

The power of heaven and earth in Wutianzhou can't stop the blow of pure physical strength!

This physical power has been condensed into the power of rules!

"Well done!"

Zhu Zixian shouted, raised the golden hammer in his hand, and hit Huang Zhenxiong's fist.

The golden sledgehammer turned into a roaring lion with turbulent golden mane, attracting the power of heaven and earth to follow.

Use the power of heaven and earth to resist the power of the flesh.

Such a battle caused countless people to stare at him.

Is it possible for man to conquer the sky, or is there an end to manpower under the avenue of heaven and earth?

Immortal Zhu Zi struck out with all his strength, and a glimmer of light flickered in his eyes.

Huang Zhenxiong's physical strength was extremely strong.

But without the blessing of the power of heaven and earth.

If I can repel it with this hammer, then maybe I can attract the attention of the powerful from all sides?

He decided in his heart that as long as he can beat Huang Zhenxiong back with one punch, he will immediately withdraw from the Baili Mountains and Rivers, and then gather strong people from all sides to compete with Huang Zhenxiong.

Under everyone's eyes, Huang Zhenxiong's punch collided with the golden lion.

No streamers, no roaring cracks.

The lion's body shook directly, and then shattered.

All around, fragments of shattered golden sledgehammer fell.

A top-notch immortal treasure just shattered!

One punch!

But this punch didn't stop at all, and continued to fall.

The roaring sound resounded, the shadow of the fist was boundless, and Gang Feng turned into a roaring dragon of blood and vitality.

On this dragon shadow, every scale armor is clearly distinguishable.

"boom--"

The long dragon devoured the body of Immortal Zhu Zi, then roared up to the sky.

The strength of the long dragon, quickly increased.

"Om—"

A golden beam of light rises.

The fairy fell!

A top immortal monarch in the cultivation world, who was so powerful to the extreme, just fell here.

Before the light curtain, everyone was silent.

Who can resist such a powerful punch?

In front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, the master of Tiangong who approached at some point had a smile on his face.

"Huang Zhenxiong's physical body knows that he has surpassed most of the old guys in the God Realm who use this way to gather rules."

"Although I, Shenyuan Tiangong, don't practice this way, it can still help him a little bit."

"After all, the times make heroes, and it's not bad to have a good relationship."

The words of Palace Master Tiangong made everyone smile.

Huang Zhenxiong is really too strong.

With one punch, he directly killed a top immortal.

With this level of strength, it is impossible for anyone to compete on the battlefield of the summit.

Such a strong person must become the number one in the summit.

Shenyuan Tiangong asked him to complete the task and gave him a lot of money, so he will have a kind of favor in the future.

Victory over the sky with manpower!

The strength of Huang Zhenxiong has reached the point where the world can't suppress it!

This is the real strong man.

In front of the light curtains, those strong men looked at Huang Laoliu's heroic appearance, and they all felt emotional in their hearts.

"This guy is too strong, Boy Han really has no chance of winning..."

In the illusory place, a trace of sadness appeared on the face of Chaos.

He raised his hand a little, and countless light curtains began to change.

In the light curtain, figures of powerful people from all sides were revealed.

Some wielded knives and guns in their hands to defeat their opponents.

Some fists and kicks are tyrannical, or the skills are profound, directly subduing the opponent.

In the fourth round of the battle, the strength shown was extremely strong, already the pinnacle of the world.

This is how the reputation of the summit meeting was earned.

"Boom—"

A figure knocked back the strong Xianjun in front of him. Before he could take a breath, a Xianjun flew down in front of him.

The three immortal monarchs fought, and a light curtain suddenly rose, trapping the three of them in it.

Like the second round, only the winner can leave.

"That's Han Muye!" A figure appeared in the light curtain.

Wearing a black battle armor, Han Muye's expression was indifferent, the sword light flashed in the sword box behind his back, and he carried a spear on his back, arousing the power of heaven and earth to surge.

A spinning roulette in the hand of an old man in a golden Taoist robe in front of him slammed down on Han Muye's head.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and smashed the roulette.

"I, I would surrender—"

The old man screamed, and his fist stopped three inches in front of him.

There was a roaring sound in the distance, and Han Muye flew up with extremely fast speed.

At this moment, Han Muye showed overwhelming power.

With one punch, even the strongest among the immortal kings will be defeated directly. If they don't admit defeat and surrender, there is only one dead end.

Without being merciful, his boxing style was extremely simple, directly defeating the immortals.

"boom--"

In the light curtain, Huang Zhenxiong stabbed out with a long spear, and a mountain and river in front of him collapsed.

As long as the scattered immortal monarchs do not surrender, they can only be beheaded.

"Canglang—"

When the screen of the light screen turned to Han Muye's body, that slashing sword caused changes in the situation.

A world, directly shattered into tens of millions.

The picture in the light curtain changed rapidly, and finally it was frozen in half with Huang Zhenxiong and Han Muye.

On the one hand, Huang Zhenxiong led the army behind him to attack the world, and on the other hand, Han Muye swung the sword light, no one could block the blow.

"This Huang Zhenxiong's marksmanship is really domineering."

"Han Muye's name is Yunlan Sword Immortal, he is really an invincible sword immortal."

The changing scenes in the two pictures made people outside the light curtain mesmerized.

This is the real strong man, this is called amazing talent!

It can be seen with the naked eye that there are figures gathered in the void of Nawu Tianzhou.

The powerhouses in the Zhoutian battlefield in the God Realm were also attracted, and lowered their avatars to watch.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, that Immortal Bear Bearer is so strong, it's really hard to guess." Han Muye whispered to Er Sheng, with a hint of worry on his face.

"Yes, within a hundred years, he has quietly challenged the descendants of the great sects of all parties in the God Realm, and the power of one person can dominate a generation."

"Although outsiders seldom know his reputation, everyone in the God Realm knows the name of this Tatian Immortal Venerable."

The other two immortals from the God Realm also spoke behind Han Muye with worried expressions on their faces.

At this time, Han Muye had already gathered thousands of immortal cultivators, many of whom were from the God Realm.

Now the situation is clear, if they want to hit the final top 100, they can only rely on Han Muye or Huang Zhenxiong.

Otherwise, you will not even have the chance to enter the final game.

"It's okay." Han Muye shook his head, with a relaxed expression on his face.

His expression reassured everyone around him a little.

Ten days later, the fourth round of the summit meeting ushered in the final decisive battle.

Huang Zhenxiong swept away with an invincible posture, and each of the 30,000 elites under his command was a fairyland.

On the other side is Han Muye who is in charge of about ten thousand immortal monarchs.

The strength contrasts greatly.

The two mountains and rivers each stretch for thousands of miles.

Between heaven and earth, there is endless fairy light lingering.

"Han Muye." Huang Zhenxiong's voice resounded.

Han Muye, who flew out, looked indifferent, and the long sword behind his back was shining brightly.

"It's you." Huang Zhenxiong's voice was full of disbelief.

"Haha, it turns out that Han Muye is actually my brother." Huang Zhenxiong raised his head to look at the sky, a trace of anger flashed across his face.

"You want me, Huang Zhenxiong, to kill my brother!"

Outside the light curtain, countless people were silent.

Although I had already guessed this scene, but I really saw it, but I felt that it was difficult to calm down.

These days, whether it is Han Muye's superb swordsmanship or Huang Zhenxiong's extremely powerful physical strength, they are all impressive.

These two are true geniuses.

Even those phantoms in the Zhoutian battlefield in the God Realm are looking forward to seeing the collision of these two people.

But at this time, the picture still makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

If it weren't for Shenyuan Tiangong's deliberate arrangement, Han Muye and Huang Zhenxiong would join forces, it would really be the most exciting and powerful combination in this grand meeting.

"How about I just admit defeat?" Han Muye looked at Huang Zhenxiong and said loudly.

throw in the towel?

At this moment, Han Muye surrendered, not only all the bets on his body were cleared, but also the odds of the billions of divine crystals were no longer there.

Outside the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, the strong men were in complicated moods.

On the one hand, they hoped that Han Muye would be eliminated directly so that they could keep the wealth of their Shenyuan Tiangong.

On the other hand, they hoped that Huang Zhenxiong would take action to kill Han Muye, so as to eliminate the hatred in their hearts.

"Admit defeat?"

Huang Zhenxiong stared, and shouted: "You can't afford to lose as an old man?"

Can't afford to lose...

You Huang Zhenxiong can afford to lose, but Shenyuan Tiangong probably can't afford to lose.

There was a trace of strange emotion in many people's hearts.

What will happen if Huang Zhenxiong loses?

Shenyuan Tiangong really offered all the resources of those billions of divine crystals?

Can they afford to lose?

"Since that's the case, let's win or lose the battle." Han Muye smiled lightly, and the long sword appeared in his hand.

The long sword flashed, and a sword stabbed out.

Huang Zhenxiong didn't make a move, and several figures flew down, blocking Han Muye's front.

Xianjun peak.

Everyone is the peak of the fairy king.

The five peak immortals blocked Han Muye's sword light.

"when--"

The long sword flew back.

But at the moment when the long sword flew up, beams of sword light shot out from the sword box on Han Muye's back.

Thousands of sword lights gathered, condensed into a golden long sword, and roared downward.

"boom--"

With a single sword, mountains and rivers collapse!

Between heaven and earth, the sword shines through everything!

This kind of tyrannical sword made the expressions of countless immortal cultivators outside the light curtain change.

This blow has surpassed their cognition.

Huang Zhenxiong smiled, raised his hand and punched out.

"Boom—"

The shadow of the fist shattered the sword light.

The two of them soared into the sky, and two golden-armored giant statues emerged behind them.

Behind Han Muye is a warrior in golden armor, and behind Huang Zhenxiong is a black four-armed phantom.

Han Muye has a long sword in his hand, and Huang Zhenxiong has a spear in his hand.

"Brother, let me see if your skills have improved over the years." Huang Zhenxiong shouted.

"Sixth brother, I hope you don't disappoint me." Han Muye whispered softly.

The sword light directly turned into a flaming long whip, and struck at Huang Zhenxiong's head.

The long spear also flew, tearing open the world fiercely.

Around, countless immortals had to retreat.

They don't even have the qualifications to participate in this battle.

However, between the two worlds, there are still many immortals making moves and starting to fight.

In any case, this is the last round of the Summit. If you can shine in this round, you may have unimaginable opportunities.

No one will pass up such an opportunity.

It's just that at this time, the light curtain of the entire formation focused on Han Muye and Huang Zhenxiong.

The sword shadow collided with the spear point, and the phantom behind them collided.

The roaring sound of shattering and dissipating resounded throughout.

"This punch is already an understanding of the truth of the world."

"Good swordsmanship, you can use the power of the collapse of the world for your own use!"

"This shot is really overbearing. If you can't catch it, you will die."

Looking outside the light curtain is mesmerizing.

The powerhouses of Shenyuan Tiangong all clenched their fists.

Huang Zhenxiong at this time cannot be defeated!

"I repaired a shot, which can destroy the illusion of heaven and earth." Huang Zhenxiong looked at Han Muye and said loudly.

Han Muye didn't speak, but raised the long sword in his hand.

"You won't be able to handle the spear that breaks the void." The voice of the golden bird rang in Han Muye's ear.

"This shot, you will die!"

Outside the light curtain, the Mistress of Shenyuan Tiangong looked at the power of the spear concentrated in Huang Zhenxiong's hand, with a smile on his face.

Even if he wanted to catch this shot, it would be difficult for him to catch it!

In the void, the phantoms of those strong men on the Zhoutian battlefield also began to turmoil.

Everyone was watching to see if Han Muye could survive this blow.

"Okay, then I'm going to use my trump card." Han Muye whispered softly.

He withdrew his long sword back, put his hands behind his back, and let out a loud cry.

"Come on fat tiger!"