Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The sword is connected with the blood of the body, and the sword at this time is the real sword.

When the sword was cut out, the light of the sword merged with the blood of the body, stimulating endless potential.

Within a thousand miles, clouds gather and disperse.

"Good sword!"

"Good sword repair!"

"happy!"

It doesn't matter what kind of magic cultivator he is, and what kind of powerful enemy he is.

With one sword strike, the clouds are calm and the wind is light.

Thousands of demon cultivators either vomited blood and retreated before this sword, or their muscles and bones were shattered.

"Mr. Xu Wu thanked you for sharpening your sword." With the long sword in the air, Xu Wu looked at Han Muye and bowed.

On the other side, Yu Sheng also came back with a sword in his hand. Although he was silent, the expression on his face already explained everything.

At this moment, the eyes of the remaining seventy sword cultivators on the cliff were all shining.

Be it Yu Sheng or Xu Wu, among the seventy-two of them, they cannot be considered truly strong.

But just like that, the means the two of them showed today are already extremely powerful.

It's not because Yu Sheng and Xu Wu's strength has been greatly improved, but because the swords in their hands match their combat strength and cultivation, making them look like they've been completely reborn.

"Good method..."

On the mountain in the distance, an old man in a green robe looked at Han Muye sitting cross-legged on the cliff with a look of emotion on his face, and whispered softly.

Behind the old man are at least thirty tall and straight practitioners with dignified auras.

"Master Uncle, this Han Muye uses sharpening swords to improve other people's combat power, what benefits can he get?"

A middle-aged man with a long sword on his back looked at the old man in green robe and spoke in a deep voice.

There are no free benefits in the world.

Han Muye sharpened his sword all the way, it is impossible to just want nothing like this.

"Sharpening the sword, of course, has the benefits of sharpening the sword." The green-robed old man squinted his eyes, looking at the Moxiu who had gathered under the cliff again.

"It's just that for me and other sword cultivators, it's also useful to watch this swordsmanship improvement."

"Anyway, I will never give my sword to someone else."

The old man's words made everyone behind him nod.

Even if Han Muye's act of sharpening the sword is useful for improving the sword weapon, so what?

The sword is the life of a sword cultivator.

How can you put your life in human hands?

"boom--"

Under the cliff, the re-gathered demon energy condensed into a thousand-foot demon god.

Holding a spear in his hand, the Demon God rushed towards the cliff.

Han Muye raised his hand, and long swords flew out of the black sword box.

The sword light coincided with those sword cultivators around him.

These sword weapons that have been warmed in his sword box for at least three years seem to have their own spirituality at this time.

This kind of spirituality comes from the sword itself, but also from the sharpening in the sword box.

In fact, in this sword, there is the shadow of its owner.

That kind of induction of spirit, soul, qi and blood is of great benefit to the improvement of swordsmanship.

This is practice.

This is cultivating the mind.

This is the sword repair!

He hadn't touched his sword for at least three years, and everyone felt their hearts shake when the sword was in their hands.

At this moment, hold the sword in your hand and never separate again.

"boom--"

From the cliff, a soaring giant sword emerged.

The ten thousand zhang long sword cut down directly with indomitable power.

This sword shattered the flowing clouds, shattered the mountains, and shattered the long rivers of heaven and earth.

The demon god in front was cut off with a single sword.

"Good sword!"

In the main hall of Tianlian Sect, the old men in front of the light curtain had smiles on their faces.

If it was said that when Han Muye ran away, what outsiders saw was his talent.

So this way of sharpening the sword, what outsiders see is his understanding of practice and life.

Talent is good, that's just the foundation, the foundation.

Only when one's realm of understanding is really high can one take the long-term path of practice.

"boom--"

As the body of the demon god collapsed, the demon practitioners vomited blood and retreated in defeat.

Han Muye did not leave Mojianya, but hugged the black sword case in his hand and sat cross-legged.

The seventy-two kendo protectors are separated from the left and right, and the swords in their hands are consistent with their own way.

Han Muye's body was surrounded by endless sword lights.

This sword light is both unfamiliar and familiar to the sword cultivators around him.

One of the sword lights seems to have been used by them.

But looking more carefully, it seems that this sword light is not practiced by himself.

They didn't know that the sword light around Han Muye's body was comprehended by the sword box, the way of the sword they practiced.

This black sword box reads the memories of all the swords, and then turns them into Han Muye's own memory images.

Slowly comprehending these pictures, he seemed to be watching others cultivate for a lifetime.

Unknowingly, he seems to have used the sword box to cultivate for countless years and countless lifetimes.

This feeling was no stranger to him.

This is his way of observing the sword and comprehending it.

"call out--"

In the sky in the distance, a sword light traversed the sky and the earth.

"Mulanshan Xu Zhiyu pays his respects to Mr. Han Muye."

"By the order of our ancestors, Xu Zhiyu is willing to practice for a thousand years under the seat of Mr. Han in Mojianya."

After the words fell, a slender young swordsman stood under the cliff with a long sword in his hand.

Han Muye on the cliff opened his eyes and raised his hand.

The sword weapon held in the young man's hand flew into his hand, and then the sword box was opened, and the long sword was put into it.

"A thousand years is too long, just a hundred years."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

century.

After a hundred years, he will return the sword.

Xu Zhiyu showed joy on his face, and cupped his fists towards the cliff.

On other mountains, many people looked at each other.

I thought that Han Muye's collection of seventy-two escorts was already the limit.

Looking at it now, he actually intends to protect the Tao again.

"Wu Tengzong Zhao Jusheng, I met Mr. Han."

"Yu Fei, Huaxu Sword Sect, pay my respects to Mr. Han."

One after another voices sounded, and sword cultivators flew down the cliff.

One month later, there were already three thousand sword cultivators under the cliff.

These sword masters are all willing to practice under Han Muye's seat. On the one hand, they will be his protectors, and on the other hand, they will study the way of sword with other sword masters.

This Sword Grinding Cliff is not a Sword Dao sect, but it looks like a Sword Dao sect.

After a month of retreat and cultivation, Han Muye finally appeared in front of everyone.

Looking at the sword cultivators up and down the mountain, he raised his hand a little.

"Zhu Wushou, go down the mountain and challenge ten times."

"Du Chenggu, you go down the mountain with your sword and come back after ten battles."

...

But after a while, the cliffs went up and down, and the sword light soared into the sky.

Grinding the sword cliff, Han Muye did not sharpen the sword alone.

Grinding Sword Cliff is not just grinding swords.

Still grinding people.

The compatibility of swords and people is not only the sword that needs to be improved, but also people's cultivation base, realm, and perception.

"It turns out that this is the real Sword Sharpening Cliff..."

In the void, someone whispered softly.

The lights of swords gathered from the top and bottom of Mojian Cliff caused the heaven and earth to vibrate.

This forced Lian Tianzong to send another person to set up a large formation to protect the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in this direction.

You can't let the Sword Sharpening Cliff be destroyed, right?

Since Han Muye wanted to leave a cliff behind, he had to protect the cliff from being smashed by sword energy and sword intent.

a year.

Han Muye stayed in Sharpening Cliff for a year.

During this year, the seventy-two sword cultivators on Mojian Cliff took turns to fight against the three thousand sword cultivators at the foot of the mountain.

With swords with compatible attributes and spirituality in hand, the combat power of these seventy-two sword repairers is constantly improving.

Sharpen swords with swords.

As for the 3,000 sword cultivators at the foot of the mountain, even though Han Muye had handed over the sword at hand, their combat power had greatly improved within a year.

They are already looking forward to how powerful they can become when their own sword returns.

There are seventy-two people on the mountain, and three thousand people down the mountain. As for the hundreds of miles of land outside Mojian Cliff, Han Muye doesn't know how many sword cultivators have come.

Anyway, the daily kendo battles will be observed and realized by countless people.

It doesn't matter to Han Muye, even if there are those who want to see him, he is willing to meet them.

It's just that this year, no one can walk in front of him.

For the vast majority of sword practitioners, it is enough to observe the battle between the seventy-two strong men and the three thousand sword cultivators.

Even if you want to walk in front of Master Han, you must have this qualification.

After a year passed, Han Muye finally walked down the cliff.

Before leaving, he left three big characters "Mojianya" on the cliff.

When he left with a group of sword cultivators, everyone looked at the three big characters that seemed to be piercing their hearts with the blade of a sword.

Among these three words, there are sword intents that stay for a long time.

With this word, they can practice for a long time at Mojianya.

"Mojianya, what a good name." Three days after Han Muye and the others left, a Taoist in blue-gray robes flew down, looked at the big characters in front of him, and whispered softly.

"Refining Heaven Sect, Han Muye." The Taoist turned his head, looked at the direction Han Muye and the others left, and turned into a phantom with a movement.

Han Muye and his group of more than 3,000 people left Mojianya, and went straight to Tianlianzong without stopping.

The support experts sent by Liantianzong also led them directly to Liantianzong.

Countless experts in the world know that with Han Muye's return, the reputation of the Tianlian Sect will surely rise to a higher level.

With this method of honing swords for ten years and bringing back three thousand sword cultivators, he will definitely become a giant in the world of sword refining in the future.

"Welcome Senior Brother Han back." On the mountain peak in the distance, a team of Tianzong disciples bowed.

Han Muye nodded slightly, and drove forward with a ray of light.

After another hundred miles, another group of practitioners bowed on the mountain peak: "Welcome Senior Brother Han to return to the mountain gate."

For three thousand miles in a row, welcome everywhere.

Not even an elder of the sect could have such a card.

This is the emphasis on peerless geniuses in the sect.

"boom--"

When Han Muye arrived outside the gate of Tianlianzong, the sound of rolling clouds and thunder suddenly came from behind him.

In the main hall of Tianlian Sect, the suzerain Duan Tianfeng's complexion changed, and he flew out.

"Array!"

Following his low shout, the endless stream of light between the heaven and the earth converged and turned into a huge five-thousand-foot furnace.

The flames rose from the furnace and turned into thousands of beams of light.

It's just that the thousand pillars of light rose up, as if they were suppressed by some kind of force.

The sword light flashed, and the thunder light shone.

"Senior He Fang, are you kidding me about Tianzong?" Duan Tianfeng gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice.

How many people are there in the world who can suppress him with the power of swordsmanship?

Zhu Xuyuan, who was following behind Han Muye, took a step forward, and the sword light around his body merged with the sword in his hand.

"Stab—"

A sword light cut out.

The sword glow just appeared, and the surrounding void vibrated, as if afraid of being torn into pieces by the sword.

"True Sky Sword, not bad."

"It's a pity that you only restored the memory of Zhentian Sword, but not the real Zhu Zhentian."

There was a voice in the void, and then a cyan sword light collided with the sword light cut by Zhu Xuyuan.

Zhu Xuyuan was shocked all over, his eyes widened.

His sword light was chopped into pieces!

How can it be?

He is Zhu Zhentian, one of the top ten sword ancestors in the world.

Even if the sword weapon has not recovered its full strength and his own cultivation is not enough, he is still the ancestor of the sword.

Is there anyone in the world who can suppress Sword Ancestor with the power of the way of the sword?

have.

"You. You are Lu Yue Sword God!"

Zhu Xuyuan exclaimed excitedly.

Why did he lose his mind and soul back then, and exchanged his mind and soul with Zhen Tianjian?

Wasn't it because he was defeated by Lu Yue Sword God?

The top ten sword ancestors in the world, together, are not the opponent of Lu Yue Sword God.

It is also true that the top ten sword ancestors dare not be too arrogant in the world of practice.

Because, they were once defeated by one person.

Lu Yue Sword God.

"Lu Yue Sword God? It's him!" Duan Tianfeng's expression turned serious in the sky above the Tianlian Sect.

Behind him, those strong men of the Tianlian sect all looked forward nervously.

A Pentecostal Taoist wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe and a simple face came slowly.

This is the one who appeared at the foot of the Sword Sharpening Cliff.

As the Taoist walked forward step by step, the surrounding world seemed to be imprisoned.

No one can move an inch.

This is the power of the Sword God!

The god of swordsmanship can suppress the world.

Han Muye looked at Lu Yue Sword God who was walking towards him step by step, with a smile on his face.

Lu Yue Sword God, a strong man who came out of the prehistoric universe and ran rampant in countless universes!

This one once used a sword in the Galaxy God Realm, and cut off the Galaxy with one sword.

This one is the top powerhouse in the world, a great swordsman!

"Han Muye, the descendant of Honghuang, has met senior Sword God."

Although Han Muye's voice was loud, only one person could hear it.

Because the world was suppressed at this time, only Lu Yue Sword God who came forward could hear it.

"The prehistoric..."

A trace of nostalgia appeared on Lu Yue Sword God's face, and he nodded slightly.

Looking at Han Muye in front of him, Lu Yue Sword God waved his hand.

"boom--"

The rotation of heaven and earth is like the fusion of sun and moon, and everything grows.

kendo.

All of these are the Dao of the Sword.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to uncover the sword box behind his back, and let all the sword intent in front of him pour into it.

The originally dark and ugly sword box began to change.

Paths of spiritual light shone from it, turning into mysterious and simple patterns.

Every pattern is a road of sword.

But the torrent of swordsmanship in front of him was too thick and broad, as if it were endless.

The halo on the sword box was so bright that it seemed about to burst.

Han Muye tried his best to maintain the sword box, and then poured all the power in his body and intertwined.

In his hand, a ball of flame rose.

The flames enveloped the sword box, rapidly refining and upgrading it.

If it is not refined and strengthened, the sword box will not be able to carry the sword intent of Lu Yue Sword God, and it will collapse directly.

The sword will be infused, and the sword box will be repaired and refined.

Ren Jianyi is like a big river flowing, and the sword box can carry it.

At this moment, the sword light on Han Muye's body merged with the flames, soaring to the sky and reaching the sun.

"Something." Lu Yue Sword God's eyes flickered, he pondered for a moment, then raised his hand, and a small pale golden sword appeared in his palm.

"Then let me see if you can catch the power of my Immortal Slashing Flying Sword."

The sword light flashed and landed in the sword box.

At this moment, Han Muye's complexion turned pale!