Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 305 Nascent Soul Jiuchong, Han Muye Flees Like a Lost Dog

The mountain green beside him was already trembling, but Han Muye's fighting spirit was surging.

The sword of the soul in Shenzang, the long sword of sword intent in the sea of ​​qi, and the spirit beads of stars in the dantian, the three bodies unite to induce ten sword pills to turn into sword threads.

Turn sword into silk!

The soul resists the soul, and the sword intent and the power of heaven and earth wear away.

The power in the Star Spirit Orb, like a torrent, supports the consumption of the Soul Sword and Sword Intent Sword.

The sword threads in front of Han Muye formed a net, blocking all the sharp edges.

A Nascent Soul Nine Great Master's blow could not be forcibly received, but Han Muye's sword could slowly resist it with the method of attrition.

Really blocked!

A strange color flashed in Yan Yang's eyes.

This ants are stronger than imagined.

He narrowed his eyes, flashed a cold light, and raised a golden steel fork in his hand.

Block it, then make another shot.

At this moment, behind him, the incarnation of the purple leopard bloodline who was covered in purple suddenly roared and rushed straight out.

"The power to devour the blood?"

Yan Yang's complexion changed.

Unexpectedly, the power of his own bloodline was still interested in the bloodline of the four-tailed lynx.

This bloodline power is not too precious.

The purple cheetah pounced, Shan Cang didn't even resist, and was torn to pieces after a few pounces.

The cyan aura scattered and turned into a blood bead, which was swallowed by the purple cheetah.

Yan Yang laughed out loud.

The little reptile is just here to give some snacks to his bloodline.

Is this an appetizer before seizing the blood of the White Tiger Clan?

His eyes fell on Han Muye who was still resisting, Yan Yang raised his eyes and looked thousands of miles away.

Over there, although Yan Heng was not out of trouble, he was almost there.

The Nascent Soul of the Heaven Realm, the first level of cultivation is the first level of heaven.

The strength of the seventh layer of Nascent Soul is not understood by those ants who have not even touched the edge of the heavenly realm.

The sword array cannot hurt Yan Heng.

"boom--"

Thousands of miles away, there was a roar.

That was the powerhouse of the Purple Leopard clan being blocked.

When Yan Yang came to rescue Yan Heng, hundreds of Zibao clan powerhouses also rushed over.

Among them, there are nearly ten in Tianjing.

The formation of 36,000 nine-tailed cats can hardly stop those strong men.

But in Yan Yang's view, he couldn't hold back for long.

This is the gap in blood power, and it is also the reason why his Purple Leopard Clan has been seeking the blood of the White Tiger Clan.

The stronger the bloodline, the more powerful the combat power.

Whether it is a lynx or a green fox, they are just a group with weak blood and strength. How could they have the qualifications to challenge the purple leopard clan?

Come today, it's just to die!

"I'm curious, what price did the White Tiger Clan pay for you to die." Yan Yang sneered, raised his hand, and slapped Han Muye on the head.

He wanted to crush Han Muye's body, and then lock up his soul to find out the reason.

At this time, Han Muye was still trying his best to resist the striker's blade, and he had no way to catch the blow again.

With this palm, I can only wait for death.

Seeing the pressure of the giant palm, Han Muye's eyes showed a blue flame.

"Om—"

The purple cheetah that had devoured the mountain green and was slowly reminiscing about the power of the fusion blood was shaking with spiritual light all over its body.

Its spiritual power instantly appeared in Han Muye's divine treasure.

Standing up to Shenzang, before he could recover, the huge sword of Shenhun directly slashed down.

With one strike, the spiritual body was shattered into pieces.

The sword light does not stop, cutting hundreds of swords in a row.

The body of the purple cheetah was trembling, surrounded by blue light, with four long tails floating behind it, and sword lights appeared around its body.

With a roar, the cheetah flew out, smashed its head and slapped the giant palm on top of Han Muye's head.

Then, the cheetah's four long tails swept across, sweeping away all the sharp blades around Han Muye's body, turning them into demonic energy and dissipating.

This change is completed in an instant.

When all the sharp blades disappeared and the purple cheetah stood in front of Han Muye and turned to stare at him, Yan Yang was still a little dazed.

The power of his own blood betrayed him?

No, there is no such thing as mutiny in the power of blood.

It is right that he belongs to the power of blood.

Not right either.

At this moment, the mind of this Heavenly Realm Nascent Soul Nine Great Demons went blank.

A blue aura rose from his body.

Inheritance of blood power?

Sword lights flashed around him.

Sword memory?

messy.

Unbelievably messy.

At this moment, Yan Yang only felt that his head was going to explode.

Not only him, Yan Heng who was thousands of miles away was also at a loss.

He can use swordsmanship.

He understood the trajectory of the green fox clan's sword formation.

The double-tipped short spear in his hand emitted a faint sword aura.

At this time, he only needs to slash with his sword to shatter the sword formation.

However, the power of his bloodline suppressed him.

It was a kind of affinity that came out of the blood.

Facing the green fox clan who surrounded and killed him, he couldn't do anything?

In the distance, beams of sword light rose.

Sword lights surged from the strong men of the Purple Leopard Clan.

At this moment, they are extremely powerful.

With the integration of swordsmanship, their combat power has increased several times.

However, facing the thirty-six thousand and nine-tailed cat clan who were blocking the way first, they were unable to make a move.

Originally, the blood power of their Purple Leopard Clan was countless times stronger than that of the Nine-Tailed Cat Clan, and there were many more strong ones.

But at this time, no one can make a move.

This is an order from the blood.

If shot, the power of the bloodline will collapse.

The monster race without the power of the blood will degenerate into an ordinary monster.

A big fight, stop here.

With a smile on his face, Han Muye looked at Yanyang in front of him.

If he can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, he can crush Yan Yang with the power of Confucianism and Taoism.

But in this secret realm, even if he tried his best, he might not be able to resist the Ninefold Nascent Soul.

From the beginning to the end, what he calculated was not how to kill the Nascent Soul monster, but the blood incarnation of the Purple Leopard Clan.

The mountain green was swallowed, triggering the fusion of blood.

With Shancang's strength, he should have been devoured and fused without any resistance.

But Shan Cang's owner is Han Muye.

Han Muye's own aura cultivation is at the top level, but his Confucianism and Taoism cultivation has reached the level of a great master, and his soul can be suppressed for major cultivation.

Therefore, in the battle of spirits and souls, the blood incarnation of the Purple Leopard clan was completely defeated.

Han Muye became the master who controls the blood of the Purple Leopard Clan.

Controlling the bloodline, whether Yanyang or Yanheng, the hundreds of thousands of Purple Leopard Clan can't violate the suppression deep in the bloodline and resist the murder of him, Han Muye.

So far, the confrontation between Han Muye and the Purple Leopard Clan is invincible!

"Roar--"

With a roar, Yan Yang turned into a purple cheetah, flew up, turned around and ran away.

Unable to attack Han Muye, the willingness to submit in his bloodline is getting stronger and stronger. If he doesn't run away, he will really lose his resistance.

You can only run away from the range of influence of the power of blood.

With his cultivation base, as long as he is a hundred thousand miles away, he can suppress the surrender in his blood.

Han Muye chuckled, instead of chasing Yanyang, the crane wings flashed under his feet, and then his figure appeared in front of Yan Heng.

Beside him is a purple four-tailed cheetah with flames in its eyes.

Yan Heng trembled all over, and finally lowered his head, the fighting spirit in his eyes dissipated.

Han Muye nodded to Bai Wuhen, his body turned into a streamer, and chased after Yanyang who had turned into a cheetah.

"As expected of Senior Brother Han..."

It is unimaginable to take down the Purple Leopard Clan, and even the great demon of the Ninth Layer of the Nascent Soul in the Heaven Realm will run away with his life.

Who can imagine this method?

"boom--"

In the distant sky, there was a roar of sword light.

"Yanyang, don't stop dying—"

Han Muye's voice could be heard for thousands of miles.

Bai Wuhen showed a blank face at first, then covered his face and laughed.

In such a scene, I am afraid that the entire secret realm will be frightened, right?

The patriarch of the Purple Leopard Clan, Yan Yang, one of the strongest in the secret realm, was chased and ran around by a human swordsman.

How strong is this human sword cultivator?

"boom--"

The second sword cry was thousands of miles away.

This speed surpassed countless powerhouses at the fifth stage of Nascent Soul.

With this speed alone, who dares to say that Han Muye is not above the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul of the Heaven Realm?

"Yanyang, die!"

Han Muye's voice was full of spiritual coercion.

This soul power made even the heavens feel palpitations.

The speed above the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul, and the unbearable power of the soul in the heavenly realm, all these show that Han Muye is a strong man who can conquer the wasteland!

"Yanyang, quickly die—"

In the void, the sound spreads thousands of miles.

One after another, the big monsters raised their heads with horror on their faces.

Yan Yang, the patriarch of the Purple Leopard Clan, and the Nine Priests of the Nascent Soul.

Such a top powerhouse being hunted down?

Just as the voice fell, a purple streamer flashed as expected.

"It's really Great Lord Yanyang!"

"Great Master Yan Yang was forced out of the demon body? Who can make Great Master Yan Yang flee like this?"

Before those horrified monsters could think about it, a stream of light rushed past.

The speed is not slower than Yanyang, and there is endless pressure from the soul.

The sword light flickered, and one sword could cut thousands of miles.

"Human Race!"

"Sword repair!"

"When did there be such a strong human race in the wasteland!"

Everyone shrank their heads, not daring to speak loudly.

At this moment, the white tiger clan and the yellow lion clan stopped fighting, and countless masters looked at the sky blankly.

What kind of power is it that can make Yan Yang run away with his life?

"That exiled swordsman, is it really so good?" The patriarch of the White Tiger Clan, a tall old man with white beard, stood in the air and whispered.

The faces of the few elites from the Southern Wilderness were completely blank.

They didn't have an answer either.

Is Han Banxian so strong?

When Qian Yiming, who was fighting against the Qingshi Clan with several big forces, felt the change in the sky, he was also stunned.

How strong is Yanyang?

The great power of the Nascent Soul Nine Layers.

He Qian Yiming dared to fight the Yuanying Qizhong, it was the combination of his own strength and secret treasure.

Let him fight with Nascent Soul Jiuzhong, purely looking for death.

But now, Nascent Soul Jiuzhong's great power is being chased by Han Muye all over the sky.

How strong is Han Muye?

"Hey, Commander Qian?"

Han Muye paused, and his eyes fell down: "You have fought hard, do you want me to help you kill these enemies?"

Hearing his words, those Blue Lion Clan celestial realms and half-step celestial realms all froze with demonic light, carefully staring at Han Muye.

The corner of Qian Yiming's mouth twitched, and he shook his head: "Brother Han, you can do your work."

If Han Muye really uses his sword, don't attack him together!

He knew that Han Muye could do it.

Sure enough, Han Muye on the sky revealed a look of regret, shook his head, his body turned into a streamer, and slashed towards Yanyang in the distance.

That sword light shot thousands of miles away, cutting through the void.

Using the power of the sky fox to transform into a sword light, to be able to see through it, at least the power of the soul surpasses Han Muye.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing seen so far.

When the chasing and fleeing two flew over the Elephant Ear Mountain, Xiang Lingshuang, holding his teeth, raised his head.

"Old Ancestor, this is Brother Han."

He whispered to the stone wall in front of him.

The stone wall vibrated, and there seemed to be a voice responding.

"He has a chance to become the existence that controls the Ten Thousand Demon Order?" Xiang Lingshuang whispered softly, his eyes flickering.

"If so, then following him is also a good choice."

...

Between the verdant mountains, a jade-white figure walked forward, and suddenly the figure stopped.

"The great monster of the Ninth Layer of the Nascent Soul was hunted down?"

"The person who is chasing after him is that kid Han Muye?"

Crane Tianzhen, who has no arms, has a bright light in his eyes.

"Fun."

With a movement of his body, he turned into a thousand-foot giant crane without wings.

"Chirp—"

With a long hiss, the world changed color!

The ancient monster!

This is Tianhe's real body!

There is an ancient monster blocking the way ahead!

Yan Yang's expression changed drastically, and he turned around and fled.

Han Muye flew down and stood in front of Tianhe.

"Haha, that guy was frightened by you, thinking that I could really stop him."

Crane laughed innocently, jumping on both feet.

"Actually, my real body doesn't have much strength right now, so I really can't stop him."

Looking at Han Muye, He Tian was really curious and said, "It's been a while since I saw you, how come you are so strong that you can hunt and kill the Nascent Soul Nine Great Demons?"

Han Muye looked down at He Tianzhen, and said indifferently, "It's the same as you, it's fake."

He Tianzhen's expression changed instantly.

Imaginary?

Then I just blocked a Nascent Soul Nine Great Demons?

Really wanted to attract that big monster to fight to the death, but in the end...

"However, he can only be like a stray dog ​​in front of me, Han Muye."

Han Muye let out a low shout, and the sky crane's wings trembled and turned into a streamer.

He Tianzhen laughed out loud, his figure flickered, and followed him.

interesting.

[Xuanwu Gate started, it turned out to be Journey to the West]

There is a man who will soar his qi and blood into the sky, breaking mountains and rivers with his strength;

This Datang is a bit fairy-like?