Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 233 Refining Dao Yuan Ding, intercepting and killing all the way (12 five thousand chapters)

As Han Muye's voice fell, the sky exploded with stars.

He is not just talking!

Haoran's aura instantly diffused, forming a strong wind.

The warm light red halo suppressed the fiery lava below.

This is because the aura is too abundant and strong, forming a spiritual pressure on the lava lake.

"He is really willing to..."

Zhao Yunlong looked at the spiritual pressure that was like a vortex, and whispered softly.

Not to mention the amount of wealth that Han Muye directly exploded just now, if he dares to explode without hesitation, no one else can have it.

"Young and rich, with excellent savvy, Yu Niang probably likes such a master..." Taoist Dayan looked at the halo that filled the sky, and whispered softly.

"Brother Dao, what did you say?" Zhao Yunlong turned to look at him.

Daoist Dayan shook his head and did not speak again.

Forty-eight sword pills are scattered, who knows where they are.

It was too difficult for Han Muye to gather the forty-eight sword pills again.

Han Muye, who exploded the Fire Essence Stone and Immortal Pill, directly poured all the spiritual energy under his feet.

Those auras surged like huge waves, and all smashed into the cauldron.

The big tripod was floating and sinking in the lava, and the aura on it was extremely bright.

"Om—"

The cauldron vibrated, as if he let go of his worries, and fully absorbed the aura inspired by Han Muye.

The spiritual tide surged, almost endless.

One quarter of an hour.

an hour.

Ten hours.

All the aura around Han Muye finally dissipated.

At this time, the cauldron, which was originally the size of a hundred feet, had turned into the size of a palm, shining with golden light.

At the moment when all the spiritual energy was exhausted, the cauldron moved and flew hundreds of feet away in an instant.

This position is already out of the range in front of Han Muye.

Zhao Yunlong was taken aback, and shouted: "Dao Yuan Ding, what are you going to do?"

Hearing his words, a loud laugh came from Dao Yuan Ding: "Zhao Yunlong, do you think everyone is like you?"

"The Lieyang Palace has long been destroyed, who are we still waiting here?"

"Originally, I planned to practice here, heal the damage from the beginning, and leave after ten thousand years."

"This kid, Baba, came to refine me, and he sent so much spiritual energy, as well as the mighty three swords."

"With these auras and the power of the sword, I can find a place where I can be at ease. Why do I need to put a master on my head?"

These words made Zhao Yunlong dumbfounded.

He didn't expect that he asked his master to refine Dao Yuanding, but in the end he cheated him.

Dao Yuan Ding no longer wants to be driven or refined.

"Hehe, it's a bit cunning." Daoist Dayan standing beside Zhao Yunlong said with a smile.

Zhao Yunlong hurriedly said: "Brother Dao, quickly suppress Dao Yuan Ding, don't let him run away."

suppress?

Daoist Dayan turned his gaze to Han Muye who was standing still.

How could this guy have no backhand.

Indeed, Han Muye had spent such a high price, why didn't he arrange a backup?

Just when Dao Yuan Ding was about to fly away again with a smile, a pale golden light curtain covered it.

The power of the soul.

The huge word "town" flashed on the tripod.

Then, above Han Muye's head, a cyan long sword appeared and slashed directly at the cauldron.

"boom--"

The long sword struck on the cauldron, and the cauldron vibrated continuously, and then streaks of blue and black clouds dispersed, baring their teeth and claws.

In the end, those clouds were wiped out by the sword light.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Yunlong shook his head and sighed softly.

It turned out that the spirit of Dao Yuan Ding had long since disappeared.

What occupies it is nothing more than a spirituality bred by the power of lava here.

That's why this Yuan Ding violated the rules of Lieyang Palace and wanted to escape from control.

It is no longer the Dan Ding of Lieyang Palace.

"Om—"

Han Muye raised his hand and drew the small cauldron into his palm.

The Dan Ding is only the size of an egg, with three legs and two ears, and a big belly.

Covering it with the palm of your hand, you can feel the interlacing of mysterious cloud patterns.

Enveloped by spiritual energy, Han Muye was slightly taken aback.

In this alchemy cauldron, there is also a elixir.

The elixir is in the dan ding, and has been integrated with the dan ding.

No wonder Dao Yuan Ding needed so much spiritual energy. It turned out that the pill was in it, absorbing all the spiritual energy absorbed by the Dan Ding.

Grasping the cauldron in his hand, filled with spiritual energy, images flashed in Han Muye's mind.

stars.

A dull star drifted in the void, the whole body was dark, and it was hundreds of miles in size.

After wandering for a long time, the star was captured by a stream of light.

The streamer shines, enveloping the stars and compressing them continuously.

Until it fell into the hands of a Taoist wearing a green robe.

"A good piece of Xingyuan gold can be used to refine a alchemy tripod."

The old man whispered, and then a spiritual fire flashed in his palm.

The flame just came out, and another sword light fell directly into it.

Refining weapons with the power of swordsmanship!

This method is exactly the same as Han Muye's alchemy with sword qi!

The flame burns, and the sword light shapes.

Dan Ding refining.

Later, the alchemy tripod was taken away by Taoist disciples and regarded as a treasure.

Dao Yuan Ding, the original of Dao.

That Taoist disciple is the first Palace Master of Lieyang Palace.

After thousands of years of alchemy with the alchemy tripod, he handed over the alchemy tripod to the next owner, stepped into a light curtain, and left.

The alchemy cauldron has been passed on for several times, and finally when refining the third-grade alchemy, it triggered the ground fire and burned it up.

In the end, Dao Yuan Ding was pressed on the ground fire to suppress the lava.

"boom--"

In the picture, the lava that had been suppressed erupted again.

Among them, black figures soared into the sky and left with long smiles.

That is, extraterrestrial demons!

It turned out that the destruction of Lieyang Palace was really related to the evil spirits from outside the territory.

The earth fire could not be suppressed, and under the command of the palace master, Lieyang Palace opened the space channel and prepared to go out of the boundary temporarily.

But just entering the tunnel, countless demons and practitioners from outside the realm rushed forward, surrounding the strong men of Lieyang Palace.

"call out--"

In the picture, at the end a sword pill flew over, piercing through the entire passage and sealing it off.

The sword pill fell in front of the lava lake and turned into the appearance of Yuan Tianjian.

Han Muye knew that he was not Sword Master Yuan Tian.

He lacked Yuan Tianjianzun's soaring fighting spirit and invincible arrogance.

This should be what Daoist Dayan said, the first sword pill of Yuan Tianjian, Sirius.

In the picture, streamers flickered, and the following thousands of years were all just fiery red.

"Om—"

The three swords poured into the cauldron before turned around.

The power of the sword moves around the alchemy cauldron, and it becomes a little thicker.

Comprehend the method of Xingyuan refining.

Comprehend Daoyuan alchemy.

Comprehend the Sanmu Dan Jue.

Comprehend the third grade Long Yin Dan formula.

...

All in all, from this alchemy cauldron, Han Muye understood seven or eight methods of alchemy and weapon refining.

It's a pity that most of these methods require extremely strong cultivation to use.

If there is no Heaven Realm or above, it cannot be activated at all.

After all, the masters of this alchemy cauldron used to be great men in the world, and all alchemists also refined extremely high-quality elixir.

When all the pictures disappeared, Han Muye held the cauldron in his hand in a daze.

He clearly remembered that this alchemy cauldron was refined by a Taoist, who used a hundred-mile star, and understood the refining method.

But he couldn't remember what this Taoist looked like.

It was as if there was no such Taoist at all.

Perhaps, this is the strength of the power in the world, outsiders can't even peek at the appearance?

No longer obsessed with it, Han Muye held the cauldron with a smile on his face.

This alchemy cauldron was refined from a star, and those strong people used it to refine third-rank or even second-rank pills without any damage.

In the future, I will make alchemy by myself, and I will not be afraid of frying the furnace.

"Master, it's all my fault." Zhao Yunlong flew forward, looked at the alchemy furnace in Han Muye's hand, and sighed softly.

"It's okay." Han Muye put away the alchemy furnace and waved his hands.

It's not Zhao Yunlong's fault for this matter, he also never thought that Dao Yuan Ding would become like this.

There was no danger, Han Muye was in a good mood to refine the alchemy furnace.

He glanced at Taoist Dayan.

As Daoist Dayan said, Sword Master Yuan Tian left behind in Xijiang.

As for where Sword Master Yuan Tian is, it seems that only the Sirius knows.

Judging from the screen, Sirius can destroy the space channel with one blow, the strength is unimaginable.

Perhaps, this person has been in Xijiang all the time, so Yuan Tianjian left with peace of mind?

After collecting the tripod, Han Muye didn't stay any longer, he left the magma lake and flew away.

After leaving the tunnel, Yunlongjian turned into a dragon shadow, supporting him to fly thousands of feet.

With a flicker of the flying dragon, it was tens of miles away.

After traveling less than a thousand miles, there was already a group of practitioners blocking the way.

"Han Baxian?"

There are a total of eight practitioners in front of them, among them there are older ones who look very old, and younger ones who seem to be in their thirties.

The one who spoke was the thirty-year-old youth in white robe, herring crown on his head, and a ruby ​​belt around his waist.

Looking at Han Muye, the young man looked indifferent, raised his hand and said, "Next, Yu Longsheng will be the young master of Yang Palace."

Dangyang Palace in Xijiang, the strength of the sects is considered to be average among all sects, and there are many strong people in the sect.

It is said that Yu Renhe, the lord of the palace, has already cultivated at the seventh level of the Golden Core, and has a good chance to set foot on the ninth level of the Golden Core and become a half-step heavenly master.

"Palace Master Yu Shao." Han Muye bowed his hands in return, standing still on the cloud head.

Seeing Han Muye's contemptuous expression, Yu Longsheng's expression darkened, and he said indifferently: "Han Muye, I heard that you regard the former site of Lieyang Palace as the Nine Profound Sword Gate?"

Looking at Han Muye, he lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "Who gave you the right to place this land with a radius of ten thousand miles under the rule of the Nine Profound Sword Sect?"

"Where do you put me as a yang palace?"

The Dangyang Palace sect is located 30,000 miles away, and many of the backgrounds in the sect are related to the Lieyang Palace back then.

For a long time, Dangyang Palace also regarded its own sect as the existence of inheriting Lieyang Palace.

So when Han Muye said that the old site of Lieyang Palace would be included in the Nine Profound Sword Gate, the entire Dangyang Palace panicked.

Others didn't dare to move, so Yu Longsheng led a few of his cronies to block Han Muye's way.

So what about the way of the sword?

What about the Nine Profound Sword Gate?

Already number one in Western Xinjiang?

Looking at the angry Yu Longsheng in front of him, Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and he said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to become Yang Palace."

These words made Yu Longsheng look a little better.

He stared at Han Muye, and said coldly: "The old place of Lieyang Palace has a radius of 30,000 li—"

Before he finished speaking, Han Muye's voice sounded again: "In the future, you should leave Yang Palace within a radius of 30,000 miles from this place, otherwise, I will treat you as provoking my Nine Profound Sword Sect."

Thirty thousand miles away from here!

Yu Longsheng and the Yang Palace people behind him were dumbfounded.

This is provocation!

Yu Longsheng's face darkened, and a sharp sword energy rose from his body.

"Immortal Han, do you really think that you are the reincarnation of a fairy god, and treat me like a Yang Palace and an ant?"

In his hand, a golden long sword appeared, and the light of the sword flowed.

"Let me see, how strong is your kendo level?"

"Don't disappoint me."

The voice fell, and the sword light rose.

The sword in Yu Longsheng's hand brought out a stern halo, and threw it at the top of Han Muye's head.

This sword has a fiery breath.

Sure enough, it is related to the inheritance of Lieyang Palace.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the sword light, and his eyes narrowed slowly.

"Nie Zi, nonsense--"

In the distance, there was a loud shout.

Yu Longsheng's sword didn't stop at all, it still fell towards the top of Han Muye's head.

The people behind him also had cold eyes.

Before the distant figure flew towards him, Yu Longsheng was able to cut Han Muye down with a single strike.

As long as Yu Longsheng is able to hurt Han Muye today, the name of the Young Suzerain of Dangyang Palace will be spread in the western borders in the future.

All of this is as expected.

Today is the time when Yu Longsheng, the Young Patriarch of the Yang Palace, becomes famous!

"Hehe, the floating sun swordsmanship of Lieyang Palace."

Han Muye whispered, raised his hand, and Qingming Sword appeared.

The sword light was clear, without any smoke and fire.

"I have always felt that swordsmanship is created by humans and has flaws."

"It is far better to break cleverness with strength than to break strength with cleverness."

When the voice came, Han Muye's figure had disappeared in place.

Yu Longsheng frowned, and the sword light led him to chop towards the side.

"In the floating sun swordsmanship, after the sword picks up the cloud and sun, it is the wind of thousands of miles."

Han Muye's voice sounded again, causing Yu Longsheng to slap the sword in his hand.

What Han Muye said was exactly the sword move he was using now!

This Immortal Han can see through even his own sword moves!

change tricks.

Can only change tricks.

But just as he turned his sword, Han Muye's voice came again.

"Wanli Liufeng needs to change, you can continue to slash and attack forward, the most suitable is to press down three points with the sword's edge, and use it to attack and slash."

"Slashing Sword Moves, Feng Juan Yun Shu, Wanli Hengfeng, Forward Picking Sword Moves, Destroying Yang Crack and Chaotic Yang Ruhuo are all good choices."

Yu Longsheng's sword stopped there, and his face turned pale for a while.

He didn't know how to change his tactics at all.

At this time, the most suitable methods of changing moves have been explained by Han Muye.

Even the sword moves used are properly arranged.

Should he follow the sword move arranged by Han Muye, or change his own move?

Changing moves by myself, I don’t know what sword move to use at all...

"Sword cultivator, the only thing you can trust right now is your own sword."

Han Muye's voice sounded three feet behind Yu Longsheng.

This sound made Yu Longsheng's hairs explode.

A sword cultivator, who was invaded three feet behind him, had no control over his life or death!

Subconsciously, he raised the sword horizontally in his hand, passed through his armpit, and stabbed behind him.

"It's okay, I have a little sense of swordsmanship."

"If I didn't draw the sword at this time and just jumped forward, I would kill you."

"Sword cultivators don't even have the consciousness to draw a sword, so why bother to practice swords?"

Yu Longsheng turned his head, Han Muye was standing a foot away behind him.

"Many thanks to Immortal Han for pointing out my son, Immortal can rest assured that Dangyang Palace will never set foot in the 30,000 li around Lieyang Palace from now on."

A figure fell beside Yu Longsheng, it was a middle-aged cultivator whose face was 70% similar to his.

"Yu Renhe has seen Immortal Han Ban."

The cultivator bowed his hands to Han Muye, and then looked at Yu Longsheng beside him: "Don't you want to apologize to Immortal Han, thank you for not killing him?"

Grace not to kill.

Before he drew his sword, Yu Longsheng felt that even if he was not Han Muye's opponent, he could at least subdue him with a few strikes.

When my father came, he said a few polite words, and then everyone spread the news about the fact that he had defeated Han Muye with his sword today, and it immediately shook the western border.

But when Han Muye drew his sword just now, Han Muye didn't even make a move, but he almost died.

The embarrassment of being unable to even draw a sword really makes people feel chills.

Looking up at Han Muye, Yu Longsheng trembled all over.

He didn't even have the courage to draw a sword in front of Han Muye.

"Thank you, thank you Immortal Han for your guidance."

Don't dare to say the grace of not killing, he is too lazy to do it, and he also gave some pointers by the way.

"Young Master Yu's swordsmanship talent is very good. In the future, there must be a place for you in the swordsmanship of Western Xinjiang."

Han Muye raised his hand and said with a smile on his face, "I hope to communicate more with heroes like the Young Sect Master in the future."

Speaking of this, he looked at Yu Renhe: "Sect Master Yu, when the Nine Sects of Western Borders are rearranged, you can let the Young Sect Master go to temper."

The rearrangement of the nine factions in Xijiang is one of the two major events that are currently gaining momentum in Xijiang.

Another thing is the peace negotiation between Xijiang and Nanhuang.

Hearing Han Muye's request for Yu Longsheng to participate in the re-arrangement of the Nine Factions in Western Xinjiang, Yu Renhe showed a smile on his face, nodded and said: "Okay, then I will let Longsheng join in the fun."

Since Han Muye invited, Yu Renhe of course readily agreed.

Hearing that his father agreed to this matter, Yu Longsheng was also very happy.

He was listening to the discussion in the door before, saying that Dang Yanggong would not participate in this competition.

Many young people in the sect feel extremely regretful.

Han Muye didn't say much, he cupped his hands with a smile, and with a movement of his body, the Yunlong Sword automatically flew down to his feet, supporting him to leave.

The moment he saw the Yunlong Sword, Yu Renhe was shocked, his eyes showed horror, and his arms trembled unconsciously.

It wasn't until Han Muye disappeared that he slowly regained his composure.

"This Immortal Han is really powerful..." Yu Longsheng sighed with a complex expression on his face.

Yu Renhe turned his head and stared at him with a solemn expression: "Do you think he is just powerful?"

Yu Longsheng was taken aback.

Isn't it great?

As rumored, he is extremely talented in swordsmanship.

what else?

That's right, in front of his father, he spoke and acted extremely modestly, with a bit of air.

Seeing Yu Longsheng's expression, Yu Renhe lowered his voice: "He is a real swordsman, and his duty is to protect the way of the sword."

"He has found his way."

Find your way?

Yu Longsheng frowned, couldn't believe it, and looked at his father: "Is it possible? Even those half-step heavenly realm overhauls, I dare not say..."

Yu Renhe shook his head, turned around and left, a low voice came to Yu Longsheng's ear: "Han Jixian has a magical sword to protect himself, I can't hold a sword in front of him."

"Not only did he teach you swordsmanship, but he also left so easily, so he didn't make it difficult for me to be a yang palace."

"Such people will definitely become the supreme swordsmen of the Western Border in the future."

Magic sword weapon!

My father couldn't hold a sword in front of Han Muye!

Be the supreme swordsman in Xijiang!

These words rang in Yu Longsheng's ears like an explosion, leaving him dumbfounded.

Han Muye, Han Jixian, is such a character!

Yu Longsheng couldn't help but smile wryly when he thought that he wanted to suppress this person's limelight just now.

It turned out that in front of others, I was really like a child dancing a sword.

They didn't even have the idea of ​​killing themselves.

Look down on.

"Sword Dao Banished Immortal..."

With a soft sigh, Yu Longsheng left with his sword light.

"Exile from the sword?" At this time, in front of Han Muye, an old man in a black robe and a black bronze mask stood there.

Have killing intent?

Han Muye's gaze fell on the long sword carried behind the old man's back.