Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

If he hadn't seen the memories stored in the flying boat, Han Muye would not have thought that the Lu family, one of the seven families in the God's Domain, would be in such a dangerous situation.

In fact, for Shenyu, even if the Lu family is destroyed, it will not have a big impact, and the seven Shenyu families will be replaced by another one to make up for it.

In God's Domain, there is no shortage of families with similar strength, and there is no shortage of powerful sect forces.

For countless years, the domain of gods made of iron, the family of flowing water.

Just like this alien race in Juliangzhou, if they really can't be suppressed, then just admit that they are part of God's Domain.

As long as they integrate into the domain of the gods, they will eventually be assimilated.

"Looking at it this way, I'm afraid there are more than one party trying to plot against the Lu family." Han Muye withdrew his palm, looked at the flying boat in front of him, and whispered softly.

It is absolutely impossible for the Lu family to be pushed to such a point by Juliangzhou's rebellion alone.

Among them, there must be a powerful force in the God's Domain, or even a combination of several major forces in the God's Domain to bring the Lu family into the current difficult situation.

This also makes sense, why did Lu Zixu appear in the void in the first place.

The elite disciples of the Lu family should all be sent out to look for opportunities and ways to get the Lu family out of the quagmire everywhere in the void.

Lu Zixu said that the head of the Lu family wanted to personally invite Han Muye.

Looking at it this way, the Lu family really valued Han Muye's repair of the war puppet.

Taking one step forward, Han Muye's figure flew down into the cabin of the airship.

In the cabin, dozens of boxes of various colors were scattered.

These boxes are all sealed with talismans, and the spirit patterns on them are intertwined.

Raising his hand to hold a box in his hand, Han Muye's fingertips sparkled endlessly, arousing the spirit pattern on it.

The talisman vibrated, and then turned into a golden spirit pattern and shrank on the box cover.

The box opened automatically, and a section of the battle gun sealed inside appeared.

The battle gun looked broken, mottled as if it was about to break.

Han Muye had seen such a battle gun in Lu Zixu's hand.

Looking closely now, this battle gun should be a standard weapon of a certain sect in ancient times.

The weapons of the ancient times had all kinds of top-notch spiritual materials, and the power contained in them was powerful, possessing cosmic level combat power.

Raising his hand to hold the war gun, when the war gun was taken out of the two-foot-long wooden box, there was twisted force struggling on the war gun.

"Om—"

Endless memories poured into Han Muye's mind.

It was an extremely tragic battle scene.

With three thousand long spears in hand, they faced off against tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of eight-winged and ten-winged alien races.

"Spirit Armor Sect."

This is the origin sect of the Three Thousand Long Spear Battle Formation.

Han Muye could tell that this Lingjia Sect was an ancient sect, and should be the inheritance of the Tianlian Sect at the same time.

However, in the era of Liantianzong, no one had such a battle formation completely formed with armor and guns.

Perhaps such a battle formation was formed later to fight against alien races.

Battle armor is also the foundation of the Lingjia sect.

Opening the other wooden box, I saw a slightly broken battle armor.

In the cabin, there are a total of thirteen pieces of battle armor, thirteen long spears, and a golden battle sword, all of which are broken.

From this long sword, Han Muye saw the alliance of various forces in ancient times, and finally formed an army to resist the alien race.

The former owner of this battle sword was a master of swordsmanship from the Fearless Sword Sect in ancient times.

"Battle formation, battle armor, and finally war puppet, this evolution process can be regarded as an orderly inheritance."

Holding the hilt of the sword, feeling the majestic power conveyed by the long sword, Han Muye whispered softly.

The aliens are strong, and the lowest-level combat power has the eighth and ninth-level combat power of the galaxy universe, and they are good at combining power.

Under the leadership of a Canaanite king, the gathering of forces summoned the phantoms of the ancestors of the Canaanite family to fight, and the combat power was swept away.

Many sects in the galaxy universe were breached by such an army.

It is also a last resort to form a large army and fight against the army.

"boom--"

There was a roar in the distance, and then more than a dozen figures flew towards Han Muye's location.

With a wave of his hand, Han Muye put away all the wooden boxes, and then stepped out of the flying boat.

At this time, the dozen or so figures had fallen.

"It's the flying boat of my Lu family."

"The refiner is a reinforcement."

"Quick, the pursuers have arrived, you go first."

Several voices sounded, Fei Luo's figure had already surrounded the flying boat that Han Muye was standing on, and then several spiritual lights descended, covering the flying boat.

The flying boat oscillated and slowly floated.

Han Muye looked at these people.

Most of the cultivation bases are between the holy level and the god level, or control the battle armor, or control the war puppets, and the weapons in their hands are also excellent.

Aware of Han Muye's observation, the leading middle-aged man turned around and said, "This is Lu Zizheng, the commander of the Zhenyue Guard of the Lu family stationed on Juliangzhou."

This Lu Zi is the only strong man here who controls the Primordial Battle Puppet.

He is in charge of a prehistoric war puppet by himself, and his own strength is at least at the level of a prehistoric god.

"This time, the Canaan clan planned for a long time to blow up all the teleportation formations on Juliangzhou leading to the God Realm. We have no reinforcements in a short time."

Lu Zi was looking at the people around him with a solemn expression.

No reinforcements.

This is an extremely dangerous thing.

"That's why Master Dutong and the elders confessed that all the refiners must be well protected and escorted to the station intact."

Lu Zizheng raised his head, looked at the figure roaring in the distance, and raised the long knife in his hand.

Several people around him also raised their weapons.

Han Muye looked at those figures.

Two wings, four wings, four arms and three eyes.

Apart from Kunwu, he had killed many figures like this.

"The Canaan family." Han Muye whispered softly.

"Don't worry, we will escort you to the station of the Zhenyuewei army." Lu Zizheng thought that Han Muye was nervous and afraid, and said loudly.

There was a bright light on the long knife in his hand, and he stepped forward with one step.

"Ziming and Yusheng follow me to defend against the enemy, and the others escort the craftsman away!"

The two disciples of the Lu family following behind him stepped out without hesitation, and stabbed out with spears in their hands.

The light of the knife combined with the light of the spear, turning into a black dragon, roaring to meet the Zhanyi figure who was approaching.

The rest of the Lu family's disciples covered the flying boat with spiritual light on their bodies, and they lifted off into the air and left.

It's a pity that the flying boat was damaged in the end, and the speed of flying away was much slower than before. In the void, several members of the Canaan clan passed Lu Zizheng and rushed towards the flying boat.

"Stop the enemy!"

The two Lu family children looked at each other and rushed out.

One of the two is the armor master, the other is the puppet master, a holy war puppet flies out, and the other is using the armor to protect the puppet master's body.

The war puppet that flew out turned into a height of ten feet, and swept across with a long stick in its hand, causing the wind to turn into an endless whirlwind, blocking the rushing Canaanites.

After flying away like this for a while, there were only eight Lu family disciples protecting the flying boat, and there were eleven who were blocking the enemy, divided into five groups and surrounded by divisions.

"Sir, we will help you divert the pursuers. You go to the Zhenyuewei garrison to gather alone." Looking at the Canaan clan who was chasing up again, a Lu family child holding a long spear in his hand and wearing a black armor looked at him. Xiang Han Muye spoke in a low voice.

Several other people rushed onto the flying boat, and one of them put a set of black battle armor on Han Muye, and then pushed him out of the flying boat.

The eight children of the Lu family stayed on the flying boat and continued to fly forward, while the remaining few fled in pairs and fled in one direction.

Han Muye was also lured by a young man with an immature look on his face, and fled to one side.

After fleeing for a hundred miles, the young man stopped and cupped his hands towards Han Muye: "Sir, you go yourself, I'm here to stop the enemy."

People from the Canaanite clan came from behind, but not many.

The young man flew towards the figure with spread wings, waving the long sword in his hand, arousing howling winds.

It took less than half a quarter of an hour from Zhenyuewei's arrival to now when everyone helped Han Muye leave.

Han Muye did not exchange a word with them.

These people also fulfilled their own tasks, and they didn't ask Han Muye's opinion, nor did they ask their own people's opinion.

Life and death have been delivered to one's own beliefs.

Han Muye watched as the unknown Lu family child was surrounded by the Canaan clan.

In God's Domain, in the galaxy universe, there are very few people like this.

The people here have battle armor and war puppets, and they rarely have time to fight to the death.

Back then in Tianxuan, in the world of Yuantian, there were too many people who were willing to die generously.

No one wants to die.

It's just that when faced with a choice, some people will take their own life and death lightly.

If you die generously, you will pay a thousand dollars for your promise.

"May I have your name?"

When the three beams of light cut down and repelled that Lu family disciple, Han Muye suddenly spoke.

Turning his head to see that Han Muye hadn't left, a trace of anxiety flashed across the young man's face.

"you--"

"My name is Lu Yushen, hurry up and go."

Concentrating the sword light again, and with the power of the battle armor, Lu Yushen rushed forward to meet the three streamers of light.

The Canaan family is blessed with double wings, their speed is extremely fast, and their strength is also extremely magnificent.

There are knives and guns, shields and hammers in the four arms, and the golden light flashing in the vertical eyes, which can determine the shape of a person between movements.

Lu Yushen's cultivation level was not inferior to the opponent's, but his experience in battle was much weaker. He was entangled by two figures, and another Canaan clan flickered.

These alien races are obviously here to intercept and kill the craftsman from God's Domain.

"Hide!"

Lu Yushen gave a low shout.

But Han Muye did not hide.

He just looked up at the pair of knives.

"boom--"

A figure rushed out from behind Han Muye, smashing the pair of knives that hit the head with a punch, and the shadow of the fist hit the chest of the Canaan clan who threw the knives.

The bodies of the Canaan family shattered and exploded directly.

The body of the Slaughter God War Puppet appeared, and the next moment, he was already beside Lu Yushen, punching again.

The two Canaanites were shaken, and their muscles and bones were shattered by the punch.

The fighting power of the god-slaying war puppets far exceeds those of the two-winged Canaan clan.

Seeing the Canaan clan collapsed in front of him, Lu Yushen was grateful that he survived the catastrophe.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Han Muye behind him.

"Sir, you—"

Can a refiner have such means?

"If you don't want other people to die, take my puppet to save them now." Han Muye interrupted Lu Yushen's words, and spoke loudly.

save people.

Previously, he only thought of sending Han Muye away, and put aside the life and death of his brother, Paoze.

Seeing that Han Muye is not in danger now, Lu Yushen thought of other people.

"well!"

He didn't dare to stay, and flew back to the past.

The God Slayer War Puppet followed behind him, his body turned into a stream of black light.

Han Muye stayed where he was, and looked into the distance.

Over there, there are several auras of the Canaan clan approaching rapidly.

In just a few breaths, two figures with six wings and four arms, and four Canaanites with spread wings landed.

The two leaders opened their eyes vertically, and their lights flickered.

"How many refiners are there in God's Domain this time?"

"Who is the leader of the Lu family this time?"

"Which other company in God's Domain is allied with the Lu family?"

The four-armed old man in front looked at Han Muye and spoke slowly.

The golden light in his vertical eyes was turbulent, covering Han Muye's body.

But this golden light was blocked outside Han Muye.

This made the old man stunned.

Six-winged Canaan already possesses the peak cultivation base of the prehistoric god level, and his own combat power is capable of fighting the prehistoric, and the vertical-eyed supernatural power can be suppressed even by practitioners of the same level.

As long as it is suppressed by the vertical eye supernatural power, not only the body will be imprisoned, but even the spiritual induction will be slowed down.

If the soul is a little weaker, then it's asking what to say.

"Unexpectedly, the old man was wrong." Liuyi Canaan sneered, and stabbed Han Muye in the chest with the spear held on the arms behind his back.

"Om—"

Above the spear, with howling wind, it instantly imprisoned the surrounding ten feet of void.

Nothing fancy, a blow that smashes through the void.

This is the power of the Canaan clan.

The power of the soul, the power of the body.

Other spells and supernatural powers are totally not enough before such a tyrannical spirit and body.

"boom--"

Han Muye punched out.

The fist shadow collided with the tip of the spear, and then the tip shattered.

The six-winged Canaan old man's eyes were filled with shock, and his arms behind his back were blown to pieces.

"kill--"

The other six-winged Canaanite and the other Canaanites who accompanied him shot in an instant.

But they were fast, and Han Muye moved even faster.

Without using a sword, Han Muye directly stepped forward, and then punched out.

Fist Shadow turned into a black dragon, and knocked the first Canaanite into the air, then the dragon swung its tail and swept across the other two Canaanites.

Han Muye's figure didn't stop, he stepped out, kicked the golden hammer that hit his shoulder into pieces, and then slapped it with his palm.

The Canaanite who had just rushed in front of him was hit on the shoulder, and his whole body was turned into powder.

"Boom—"

Turning around, Han Muye punched the shield that fell on his head, smashing it into pieces.

The six-winged Canaanites holding shields retreated, spitting blood from their mouths.

However, after a face-to-face meeting, all the aliens led by the two six-winged Canaanites were seriously injured.

Han Muye stood there, his evil spirit slowly gathering.

In the distance, more than a dozen figures flew towards them with all their strength.

At the forefront, the god-slaying battle puppet mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, with a roar, attracted the power of heaven and earth to gather into a phantom tiger.

"Mr. Protect!"

There was fortitude in Lu Zizheng's voice.

At this time, more than a dozen Lu family disciples charged forward, with the determination to die.

They saw the existence of the six-winged Canaan tribe.

With their fighting power, they are definitely not the opponents of these six-winged Canaan.

"Let's go." The eyes of the two leading six-winged Canaan tribes flashed, and they took a wary look at Han Muye, before spreading their wings behind their backs.

By the time Lu Zizheng and the others arrived, the Canaanites had already retreated.

"Sir, are you all right?"

"Thank you, sir, for your help."

Lu Zizheng and others looked at Han Muye and bowed in salute.

Han Muye waved his hands and looked into the distance.

"Go to the station."

After a while, the last two Lu family children who were driving the flying boat came, and everyone gathered and headed towards the station.

After flying for a quarter of an hour, Han Muye suddenly frowned.

Without him opening his mouth, Lu Zizheng and others already felt that something was wrong.

In the direction of the station in front, the evil spirit is soaring.

surrounded.