Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Things over level nine cannot be used."

"This is the trial rule."

Han Muye looked at Feng Jiutian, and said calmly, "If not, what do I want you to do?"

Feng Jiutian's face froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Brother Han's words are so damn domineering.

If it is not necessary to abide by the rules of the trial, and cannot use holy things, a war puppet beside Senior Brother Han can solve everything.

Besides, with senior brother Han confronting the dean head-on, and trading half of Zhuyang Academy's strong net worth, what resources can't be produced?

Feng Jiutian smiled wryly and nodded, looking at the expressionless He Yang beside him.

I'm really overwhelmed by this guy.

Seeing that He Yang and Feng Jiutian had donated their battle puppets and armor, the other disciples of the trial looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and presented their own battle puppets and armor.

"dismantle."

Han Muye gave a low shout.

A group of refining disciples stepped forward, and the flames rose.

The war puppets' battle armors were turned into pieces, and then mounted on the bodies of those puppets made of bluestone and refined iron.

With these powerful parts, the combat power and defense of these war puppets are greatly increased.

Let those sixth-level and seventh-level refiners assemble and refine war puppets, and Han Muye led all the eighth-level refiners out of the fortification.

"As a craftsman, you can't just look at war puppets and battle armor."

Han Muye looked at the eleven eighth-level craftsmen around him, and then turned his gaze forward.

"Look, how about those mountains?"

mountains?

A group of craftsmen turned their heads in doubt, and looked at the mountain range Han Muye mentioned.

Mountains are mountains and there is nothing unusual about them.

"This is the trial place of Zhuyang Academy, and everything here is specially arranged."

"Among these mountains, there are scattered formations."

Han Muye reminded.

Formation!

"Brother, are you going to use these formations?" A big man in a green robe with a hammer on his back asked in surprise.

"These formations can protect hundreds of miles of heaven and earth in this direction, and can transform a trial space. If it can stimulate its power, I don't know how strong it will be." Another young man also whispered.

They are all eighth-level crafting masters, and with a little enlightenment, they can understand what Han Muye can do with the array.

Borrowing the power of the big formation, mobilize the war puppets.

Even if they refine a battle puppet that can withstand the holy level, but with these trial disciples, they can't display their combat effectiveness at all.

Unless these war puppets themselves have extremely strong combat power, the disciples who don't need to be manipulated will consume more soul power.

Then, using the power of the formation is the best choice.

"These are the foundations of the great formation here, and they cannot be destroyed or shaken below the god level."

Han Muye raised his hand, and a series of lights and shadows emerged in front of him.

As he moved his fingers, endless and complicated streamers emerged from the light and shadow.

These streamers are so complicated that all eighth-level refiners feel dizzy even looking directly at them.

Han Muye didn't care about them, the streamer in his hand continued to overlap, and then turned into a large array of light and shadow with a radius of ten feet.

"What you have to do is to attract these lines before the next wave of alien beasts erupts."

With the finger pointing, the light and shadow in front of him dissipated layer by layer, leaving only a few thick streaks of light in the end.

The streamer exploded in the void, and then flew away into the distance.

Several refiners glanced at each other and hurriedly followed.

They can't understand the entire formation, but they can still do it just by following the light and shadow to draw the power of the formation.

At this time, in the main hall hundreds of miles away, all the ruling instructors had serious expressions on their faces, staring at the light curtain.

Before, Han Muye directly asked He Yang and Feng Jiutian to gather all the trial disciples, and let them notice the abnormality.

An unknown ninth-level craftsman unexpectedly made the top figure among the two trial disciples bow his head.

Moreover, neither Liang Qiyuan nor the dean seemed willing to offend this one.

If that's the case, at most they feel that this person has some unimaginable background.

But seeing Han Muye draw the big array of the trial ground in the light curtain with one hand, everyone was stunned.

As teachers of Zhuyang College, these rulings know the origin of this place of trial.

Back then, Zhuyang Academy spent decades of materials, tens of billions of origin coins, and more than a dozen god-level craftsmen to set up this large formation.

Just for the formation map of this large formation, it took three god-level craftsmen to draw it at the same time for three days before it could be manifested.

But just a quarter of an hour ago, that trial disciple named Han Mu directly drew the formation out of thin air.

This is impossible.

Even if one is proficient in the formation, and is extremely familiar with the memory of the formation, without a soul beyond the god level, it is impossible to draw it.

What is the realm of cultivation and what to do.

Those eighth-level refiners couldn't even face this formation directly.

Among the more than a hundred judges in the hall, not to mention those holy ranks, even a few god ranks could not see the whole picture of the grand formation drawn by Han Muye.

Their spiritual power is not enough.

"He, who the hell is he..."

It was only at this moment that Zhao Zhijin whispered with a pale face.

How can there be such a strong man among the disciples in the trial?

Even in the teaching of the entire Zhuyang College, I am afraid that there is no such great ability!

"Headmaster, he, who is he..." An old man with white beard looked at Liang Qiyuan and said in a low voice.

The others also looked at Liang Qiyuan with complicated expressions.

Now, they probably understood why Liang Qiyuan wanted to cover up Mountain 14.

It's not a cover-up.

In front of such a strong man, no one knows who is shielding anyone.

This mighty man needs to be sheltered?

"It doesn't matter who he is."

Liang Qiyuan looked at everyone, with a deep divine light in his eyes, raised his hand, and a golden streamer swayed.

"From now on until the next wave of alien beasts begins, everyone must not leave this place."

"Whoever dares to send a message to the outside world will be killed without mercy."

There was a bit of evil spirit permeating Liang Qiyuan's body, and a war puppet flew down beside him.

He raised his hand, and the golden light turned into a snare, sealing off the entire hall.

What's the meaning?

If it was before, I am afraid that all the rulings will be blown up.

But at this time, no one spoke.

This trial is really too weird.

Absolutely something unimaginable happened.

Everyone lowered their heads and sat in front of the light curtain, watching the disciples in the light curtain form battle puppets and set up a large formation.

"Don't say it, with such means, you can really exert your greatest strength."

"These battle puppets plus the power of the big formation, even the holy level can't break through."

"What is he guarding against?"

In the hall, there were whispers.

Not everyone is curious to see more and more war puppets in the light curtain, and the brighter and brighter aura on the No. 14 mountain.

"Om—"

There was a soft sound in the hall.

Liang Qiyuan raised his hand, and a golden light slashed out.

"Tu Ziyu, it's you!"

Liang Qiyuan let out a low shout, and the war puppet behind him rushed out and grabbed a forty-year-old imperial puppet master who was sitting upright.

The 40-year-old puppet master smiled and retreated backward.

In front of him, a black war puppet punched out, blocking Liang Qiyuan's war puppet.

"Boom—"

The two war puppets collided, and Tu Ziyu's war puppets were punched flying by Liang Qiyuan's war puppets.

Tu Ziyu's complexion remained unchanged, he raised his hand, and a suppressed blood light rose from his palm.

"What are you doing!"

"Blood self-explosion, you are crazy."

"You are a traitor!"

The surrounding ruling teachers retreated in a hurry, but it was too late.

The sound of booming and cracking resounded, opening the entire hall.

Dozens of holy-level instructors vomited blood and retreated, and a battle puppet stood in front of them to protect them.

"call out--"

A stream of blood rushed to the sky.

A senior judge wearing a black robe flew into the sky with a smile.

Liang Qiyuan snorted coldly, and his war puppet rushed forward, smashing the ruling teacher to pieces.

But it was too late.

The bloody light that shot straight into the sky broke through the light and shadows that filled the sky, tearing the entire world apart.

Then, the sky trembled, and a huge crack emerged.

"The Tide of Alien Beasts opens early!"

"No, this breath is wrong!"

"Holy level..."

"God level!"

"How can there be a god-level beast!"

All the judges' faces changed dramatically.

"Dean, hurry up, ask the dean for help!"

"Quick, let the trial disciples leave!"

Those judgment tutorials below are all in a mess.

Liang Qiyuan shook his head with a serious expression on his face.

"The dean and several elders of the City Lord's Mansion have already gone to the outer space to fight against the incoming enemy."

"The entire Zhuyang Academy is isolated from the power of the void, and the transmission power is cut off."

"We can only stay here."

"Death, or knock them all back."

Liang Qiyuan took a deep breath and looked at everyone below.

"Everyone, I am sorry for you."

"The dean asked me to hold back the enemies here, and not let them find out that we have been aware of their conspiracy."

"If he dies in battle today, Liang Qiyuan will be the first to die."

After Liang Qiyuan finished speaking, he flew up, and the war puppets beside him protected his body behind him, flying nine days with him at the same time.

Others look at each other.

Liang Qiyuan, the dean, knew that there was something wrong here.

But in order not to let the enemy know, they chose to conceal it.

Sacrifice everyone here, delay the enemy, and save Zhuyang City.

This sacrifice is worth it.

As the teachers of Zhuyang College, they enjoy the transcendent status and power in Zhuyang City. Of course, they have to make sacrifices that others do not have.

"I remembered, yes, it was Han Mu's summons!" Someone turned to look at Zhao Zhijin who was at the side.

Han Mu discovered the accident, so he started to arrange and sent a message.

Zhao Zhijin's face was pale.

He couldn't imagine what he had done before.

If the subpoena hadn't been handed over to the dean, wouldn't the whole Zhuyang City be in great trouble?

"Forget it, it's just a battle to the death." A teacher shook his head and drove his armor into the sky.

The others looked at each other and stopped talking.

It has reached such a point that there is only one battle.

"Do your best to protect those trial disciples."

"They shouldn't die here."

A god-level armor master flew towards the direction of the fourteenth mountain.

Others followed suit.

At this time, on the side of the No. 14 mountain, everyone also saw the changes in the sky.

"Isn't it the ninth day?"

"This, this is the noon of the eighth day!"

"What is that breath, why am I trembling?"

"Impossible, god level, how can there be a god level?"

It's impossible not to mess up.

too strong.

Those alien beasts are really too strong.

"Guyuan Flying Dragon, level nine."

"Void bat, holy level."

"Heyuan Three Spirit Sparrows, god level."

Feng Jiutian's face was pale, and he gritted his teeth and whispered.

He finally understood why Senior Brother Han gathered everyone together like this, and dismantled all the battle puppet armors.

They couldn't resist such a powerful beast.

Even if they have battle puppet armor, it is impossible for them to go forward and fight.

"boom--"

A god-level ruling in black armor flew down, blocking a god-level beast with a long knife in his hand.

The power of one blow is to shake the entire void.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Strengthen the defense!"

The god-level armor master shouted.

Down below, the stunned disciples of the trial all turned their heads to look at Han Muye who was standing on top of the fortification.

At such times, only the backbone can command.

Everyone's hearts were in a mess, and they were already at a loss.

"Feng Jiutian, you take all the armor masters to guard the left wing."

"He Yang, you take all the puppet masters to guard the right wing."

"All refiners continue to refine replacement parts."

Han Muye cast his eyes on the mountains in the distance, and said calmly, "I'll bring them back."

The traction of the large formation has not been successful, and the eleven eighth-level crafting masters have not returned yet.

Now that the tide of alien beasts is coming, it is impossible for the eighth-level craftsman to survive.

It was Han Muye who asked them to lead the formation, so naturally he had to bring them back.

After he finished speaking, his figure flew out directly.

God Slayer War Puppet followed closely behind, his body covered by a battle armor.

Imperial Puppet Master, Imperial Armor Master!

Before they knew it, everyone turned their heads to look at He Yangsun who was also controlling the battle puppet Hewei Battle Armor.

What does this have to do with Senior Brother Han?

"Defend, wait for senior brother to return!" He Yang shouted, then held a long knife in his hand and stood on the fortification.

The others quickly jumped into the fortifications.

A golden flame in Feng Jiutian's hand also stood on top of the fortification.

He glanced at He Yang who was at the side.

He didn't believe that He Yang didn't have a war puppet and a battle armor, and he could still beat him.

Ahead, Han Muye has found two refiners.

"Brother, it's only a little bit close, I, I can't give up." A craftsman gritted his teeth and growled with a pale face.

He drew golden streamers of light in his hand, and ran quickly.

Above the sky, three black shadows swooped down.

Ninth-level alien beast!

There was killing intent in Han Muye's eyes.

With a movement of the God-Slaying War Puppet, the long knife fell down.

"Stab—"

Three ninth-level beasts, cut in two!

The spilled blood stained the surrounding world.

"Hurry up." Han Muye said lightly.

The two refiners were stunned for a moment, and hurriedly led Liu Guang to the No. 14 mountain.

Han Muye glanced over, and looked to the other side, and a phantom had quietly fallen, rushing behind a craftsman.

With a low snort, he shot out a bolt of lightning from the battle armor on his body.

"boom--"

The body of a holy-level phantom cheetah appeared behind the refiner who was fully pulling the power of the formation, and then it was wrapped in thunder and turned into nothing.

The craftsman turned his head with a pale face, and was relieved when he saw Han Muye.

"Let's go." Han Muye raised his hand and pulled the formation over there.

Walking around, Han Muye brought the eight craftsmen and formations back to the fourteenth mountain.

At this time, above the sky, the trial judges could no longer stop those strange beasts.

The overwhelming alien beasts broke through the battle net formed by the judges, and then rushed to the mountains below.

"kill--"

He Yangsun Fei, holding a long knife, rushed towards the falling alien beast.

A trace of flame condensed in Feng Jiutian's eyes, and he rushed over.

He didn't believe that He Yang, who didn't have a battle armor or a war puppet, could beat him.

Down below, Han Muye, who had returned to the fortifications, turned his head with a calm expression, glanced at everyone, and said, "I'll preside over the formation, war puppets, and leave it to you to control."

"If you can't stop it, you will all die."