Max-Level Comprehension – Sixty Years of Sword Watch

2022-03-10

Chapter 80 I, Han Muye, will also be on the Heaven Stage!

“Today I, Su Yuan, dare to cast Praire Blaze, I don’t care about his life or death.”

In the distance, the azure robe Taoist figure volleyed into the sky, and the sword light in his hand overturned with flames that filled the sky.

This is the last memory on this scorched sword.

Is there a life-or-death worry when using Praire Blaze?

Han Muye is a little puzzled.

The Praire Blaze sword technique is the Absolute Art of Fire, why can’t it be used?

Today there are too many swords in the pavilion, he didn’t have time to think about it, he just checked it a little before accepting it into the pavilion.

After the Sword Battle Hall sent the swords to collect them, he looked towards a team of Swordsmen Disciple wearing black robes.

Red robe is joy, black robe is mourning.

Thirty-one Nine Mysteries Sword Sect Disciples were killed, and there were less than ten swords that could be recovered.

“Inner sect disciple Tao He took the task of destroying the demon, unfortunately died, and now the sword is returned to the Sword Pavilion.”

Wearing a black robe and holding a Broken Sword The middle-aged looked solemn and strode forward.

The sword is broken and the blade is mutilated.

Han Muye put it away solemnly after inspection.

Life is like dust, only this broken sword can witness that he once used the sword to run rampant in this world.

Even if it is just a common disciple, it should be fearless.

“Inner sect disciple Luo Tian, the team leader completed the task of destroying the demon, unfortunately died, and sent the sword back to the Sword Pavilion.”

Luo Tian?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and reached out to hold the Broken Sword.

“Wait a minute—”

There are shouts in the distance.

“My son’s sword is not from the Sword Pavilion, this sword does not need to be sent to the Sword Pavilion.”

A Pentecostal man wearing a navy blue robe with red eyes He rushed over and reached out to grab the sword in Han Muye’s hand.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and held the Broken Sword hilt lightly in his hand.

“Stabbed—”

The Broken Sword was unsheathed, with mottled rust on it and blood-stained fractures.

Seeing that the sword was so broken, the old man had a pain in his face and looked up towards Han Muye: “This sword is not from the Sword Pavilion, it is my son’s relic, I want to take it with me.”

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Han Muye did not speak.

Holding the hilt of the sword, a picture of one after another flashed in his mind.

“Brother Luo, I heard that Virtuous nephew doesn’t have a good sword in his hand, and I just gave him a sword that I don’t need.” A Taoist man wearing an azure robe and three short beards held a clear long Sword , said lightly.

“Senior Brother Qin, this, it’s not good, it’s your sword after all.” The person speaking in the picture is the old azure robe in front of him.

“What Brother Luo said, you and I are both golden and woody, and I have no heirs in Qinlin. It’s better to send Luo Tian Virtuous nephew to this sword.”

Qin Lin.

Nine Mysteries Sword Sect Wood Vein Elder.

……

The screen changes, the long sword is in the hands of Nine Mysteries Sword Sect inner sect disciple Luo Tian.

Luo Tian used this sword cultivator to learn the sword technique and smiled with joy.

Leading the team to go down the mountain to destroy the demons, Luo Tian led the team. Among the dozens of people in the team, there was even an elite disciple who was ranked 300 in the Inner Sect.

They searched everywhere and found the trail of Monster Race. Luo Tian killed a snow-white demon fox with his own hands.

Fox!

Han Muye was just about to take a closer look at the picture when the old azure robe standing in front of him was already impatient, raised his head and looked towards the third floor of Sword Pavilion.

“Elder Gao, Luo Yisheng, please take my son’s relics!”

Luo Yisheng cup one fist in the other hand and shouted.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound on the third floor, Luo Yisheng’s face turned into anger, and he was shouted in a low voice: “Gao Changgong, you and I are friends for several decades, don’t you give me any face?”

Han Muye held the Broken Sword in his hand, his expression unchanged.

If the Elder does not speak, he will not give the sword to Luo Yisheng.

In front of the Sword Pavilion, the atmosphere is solemn.

Luo Yisheng’s complexion changed, finally turning into sadness, looking towards the sword in Han Muye’s hand.

“Brother Gao, Luo Tian is my son-in-law, this sword is his only relic…”

A faint response came from above the Sword Pavilion: “Take the sword. Go.”

Han Muye reached out and handed the Broken Sword over.

Luo Yisheng had a flash of gratitude on his face, nodded, holding the sword in both hands, turned and left, staggering.

Han Muye watched him leave, a trace of bright light flashed in his eyes.

The swords at the back, some broken and some damaged, can only be reported for damage and then smelted when the Sword Pavilion is recovered.

After all the swords were recorded, Han Muye made a record and checked the swords again.

“The Sixth Brother won’t run away with Sister Six…”

At the door, Lu Gao whispered.

Han Muye smirked.

Not to mention, if Old Six Huang eloped with Lu Qingping, it would be the best outcome.

After all, the Clear Wind Temple where Lu Qingping is located also betrayed the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect, and I don’t know when it will happen.

Back then, both Old Six Huang and Lu Qingping were difficult to do.

“Sword Pavilion is a powerhouse, not, not, not Sect Master…” Han Muye was taken aback by Lu Gao’s voice in front of Sword Pavilion.

“Do you know Ben Zong?”

“Be well guarded, Sword Pavilion is my sword gate.”

A warm voice sounded, when Han Muye stood When he got up, a thin Taoist man in a purple robe and a golden crown was standing in front of him.

“You are the Sword Pavilion Disciple chosen by Senior Brother Gao?”

“Not bad.”

The Taoist glanced at Han Muye, chuckled nodded, and then grinned. Walk upstairs.

Han Muye felt like his whole body was about to explode at this moment!

On him, one after another sword qi flew out uncontrollably.

What sword bone, what sword qi, the cultivation base of ascetic cultivation, in front of this glance, it is like thin paper!

“Om—”

The sword intent in Qi Sea rang, and the sword qi-filled long swords on the first floor of Sword Pavilion responded, causing Han Muye to slowly close the sword qi. bundle.

In the tendons, all the broken sword qi turned into nothingness.

At a glance, Han Muye almost broke apart and his body collapsed!

This is true powerhouse!

Han Muye, who had a chill on his back, slowly sat back on the long desk, his hands and feet were a little weak.

Nine Mysteries Sword Sect Sect Master Jin Ze.

It is known as Jinyi Huashui.

Earth Stage Core Formation Realm cultivation base, Xiu Jinshui Two Veins sword technique, Peak powerhouse of the three hundred years of Western Border.

Sitting behind the long desk, Han Muye had a wry smile on his face, and his expression slowly turned serious.

Today, he just felt the importance of Cultivation and strength.

In Suzhen Building, he thought his choice was very important and could even affect the overall situation of the sect.

But when standing in front of Tuoba Cheng, he was beaten in the head.

Tuoba Cheng rushes to Heavenly Sword, thirty-six fierce tigers illusory shadow with him, one person overwhelms eight Thirteen Sects and no one dares to raise his head, this is the real power.

When he returned to the Sword Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion Elder told him that with his strength, he couldn’t even hold a middle grade spirit level long sword.

The resentment in that sword can make his Divine Soul collapse.

And just now, a line of sight from the Core Formation Great Cultivator, the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect Sect Master Jin Ze, almost broke his nerves.

This is the world of the great cultivator!

The casual glance of these people, the casually waving, is the mountains burst and ground split, that is, the mountains and rivers are reversed, and the stars are falling like rain!

It turns out that Cultivation can be so fun!

Tread the heights of Nine Heavens, and bow down to all things!

Opening the palm slightly, the sword intent in Han Muye Qi Sea vibrated, and the swords in the entire Sword Pavilion 1 floor vibrated.

“No wonder swordwatch is willing to exchange I Cultivation for the hundred breaths Heaven Stage.”

“Heaven Stage, after all, Heaven Stage.”

“Mortal, and How can you understand the lonely cold above the Nine Heavens?”

Opening his eyes, Han Muye’s eyes flashed endlessly.

“I, Han Muye, will also step on Heaven Stage!”

“Even if, only with hundreds of breaths!”

Seemingly sensing his intention, Sword Pavilion The sword qi on those long swords seems to be diffused.

“Han Muye, come up.”

Sword Pavilion Elder’s voice suddenly sounded.

Han Muye stood up, undressed, and strode up the stairs.

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I will also be on the Heaven Stage!

(End of this chapter)