Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 407 Entrance to the sea, ten thousand swords return to their ancestors (12 chapters)

Han Muye, the exiled immortal of kendo from the Western Xinjiang, came from the east with a sword and challenged the kendo of the East China Sea.

The name of kendo exile has long been circulated in the East China Sea.

From Jiuxuan Mountain in Western Xinjiang to Tangshan Sword Sect, he became a disciple of Mo Yuan, the elder of the sect, and the only inheritor of Wanjian Guizong.

After returning to the East China Sea from Xijiang, Gu Yuanlong, the number one in the Tangshan Sword Sect, praised the exiled immortal from Xijiang, calling him a rare swordsman in the world.

Even Guo Tianjin, a master of the Yunhai Sword Sect who did not deal with the Tangshan Sword Sect, was also full of praise for the exiled immortals of the Western Border Swordsmanship.

Especially after Han Muye, the exiled immortal of kendo, opened the gate of heaven with one sword and opened up the road for the swordsmen of the Western Border, all the swordsmen of the East China Sea admired him.

This is the rare sword repair in the world.

Kendo practitioners should have such a responsibility.

When Han Muye was above the big river and wanted to pick the East China Sea with his sword, the East China Sea shook.

The East China Sea is the East China Sea of ​​Jian Xiu.

There has never been a swordsman who could challenge the East China Sea.

The last person to challenge in the East China Sea was Han Muye's master Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan didn't really run rampant in the East China Sea, he just used Wanjian Guizong to seek advice from everywhere.

After that, Mo Yuan lived in seclusion in the Tangshan Sword Sect, and only those who came to challenge him would fight.

Although Mo Yuan is tyrannical, the strongest is Wan Jian Guizong.

It is the spirit of melting all swords into one.

Such great perseverance is respected by sword cultivators.

Han Muye was different.

The great master of Confucianism and Taoism, the exiled immortal of swordsmanship, on the river, draws the power of heaven and earth, and slays the true monarch of Taoism with one sword.

Such a strong man, who speaks out against the East China Sea, must deal with it with all his strength.

For a time, kendo practitioners from all over the East China Sea gathered and came towards the mouth of the East China Sea.

The estuary of the East China Sea, Yundie Island.

A sword cultivator in a white robe sat cross-legged.

No one dared to stay within a hundred feet of him.

The fierce sword light filled the hundred-zhang space.

Donghai Dajianxiu, Zhu Tao.

The Heavenly Realm Out of Body cultivation base has been running rampant in the East China Sea for thousands of years.

Back then, he challenged people from the five major sword sects, undefeated in a hundred games, and became a legend among loose cultivators.

Zhu Tao came to face Han Muye this time. First, it happened to be not far from here. Second, he needed a chance.

The East China Sea is in chaos, and the scattered cultivators have nowhere to go. They need someone who can raise a banner and assemble a group of scattered cultivators.

Zhu Tao wanted to be that person.

"coming!"

Ahead, someone exclaimed.

"So fast!" Someone whispered in disbelief.

Just a few days after Han Muye made his voice above the big river, he crossed more than 100,000 miles and came downstream.

This speed is already extremely fast.

"What a strong sword light..." A sword cultivator stood up with a solemn expression.

The sword light visible to the naked eye turned into a pillar of sword.

This sword light is bright, and it has blocked all the halo of the blazing sun.

Zhu Tao's face twitched.

As an out-of-body sword cultivator, his knowledge is much stronger than others.

He had only seen such magnificent sword light once in the Supreme Elder of the Five Great Sword Sects.

At that time, he challenged an elite disciple and made a heavier shot, and then the elder showed his sword light, so that he didn't even have the strength to lift the sword for a while.

It was also because of this incident that he never challenged the disciples of the Five Great Sword Sects again.

Han Muye is already comparable to the swordsmanship of the great elders of the five major sword sects?

"boom--"

At the mouth of the big river, the bodies of countless surging black armor monsters were knocked away.

The bodies of the black armored monsters that rolled back from the river collided, squeezed, and turned into blood.

I don't know how many black armored monsters were wrapped in the river and rushed into the sea.

These black armor monsters who quietly lurked and entered Zhongzhou were directly cleaned up and rushed back to the East China Sea along the river.

"Om-"

In the void, the halo vibrated.

This is the collision between the East China Sea and the power of the Heavenly Dao in Zhongzhou!

Sure enough, Han Muye came with the Heavenly Dao of Zhongzhou.

Zhu Tao narrowed his eyes and stared ahead.

If Han Muye entered the East China Sea, he would turn his head and leave.

With the blessing of heaven, Han Muye is a peak powerhouse in this world, not to mention his out-of-body sword cultivator, even if he is a great cultivator, he can't stop him.

"Kuraga-"

The sound of the long sword being unsheathed came.

A beam of sword light was as long as a hundred miles, slashed down from Zhongzhou, smashed the barriers of the two domains, and smashed the black armored monsters that went out to sea, and penetrated the waters of the East China Sea for thirty miles before dispersing.

The waves set off by the sword light were ten feet high.

But seeing this sword light, Zhu Tao not only was not shocked, but showed joy on his face.

With this sword, the heavenly blessing power on it disappeared!

He let out a long laugh and flew up.

"Zhu Tao of the East China Sea, come to face the kendo immortal!"

The voice was transmitted through, the sword light in his hand turned into a long dragon, and the momentum on Zhu Tao's body attracted water vapor, which filled the air like a fortified city.

"Senior Zhu Tao shot!" On the island, an exclamation sounded.

"Haha, senior Zhu Tao is known as the Sword of Hundred Battles. Even the swordsmen of the five major sects can't help him. I didn't expect senior Zhu Tao to come."

"I wonder if Kendo Exiled Immortal will be defeated in the first battle of the East China Sea?"

After countless discussions, one by one Donghai Jianxiu's eyes fell on the silhouettes who stepped into the sky from the mouth of the big river.

Black hair and white robe, with a sword box on his back.

The figure is tall and straight like a sword, and the sword light is surging all over his body.

This is a sword cultivator who can see the monstrous fighting spirit at a glance.

This is, Sword Dao Ban Xian, Han Muye!

Han Muye had no sword in his hand.

One step across the Zhongzhou barrier, he finally set foot on the East China Sea.

Standing in the sky, slowly closing his eyes, Han Muye felt the avenues of the East China Sea.

joy.

I really did not expect that the East China Sea Heavenly Dao would send him a message of joy.

Also, he is a sword cultivator, an extremely strong sword cultivator. The East China Sea Heavenly Dao has been in harmony with kendo for countless years, and naturally a sword cultivator is welcome.

Moreover, since the Jiaolong clan left the East China Sea, the spirit-armored monsters have been rampant, and the East China Sea Heavenly Dao has also been damaged. Han Muye came here with the spirit-armored monsters in his arms, killing so many people is also a gift to the East China Sea Heavenly Dao.

Therefore, Donghai is welcoming Han Muye's arrival.

"Dao, also has his own ideas." Han Muye whispered, his eyes opened, and the light flashed in his eyes.

Looking at Zhu Tao standing in front of him holding a sword, Han Muye smiled.

"I have a sword named Wanjian Guizong."

"It was taught by Mr. Mo Yuan."

"Senior is optimistic."

The voice fell, and the sword light rose.

No greetings, only a battle.

Came from a long distance, isn't it just for a war?

Do you want to drink tea first?

Sword up.

Above the long sword, a phantom appeared.

This is a one-style sword move, which belongs to the sword move in the water vein swordsmanship.

This phantom has not dissipated, and the second phantom reappeared.

Wood Vein Swordsmanship, Dumu.

The third phantom.

The fourth phantom.

...

The long sword stabs forward, and thousands of phantoms follow!

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

"It's Mr. Mo Yuan's ten thousand swords returning to his ancestry!"

"I have seen Mr. Mo Yuan use this trick. Mr. Mo Yuan said that anyone can learn this trick, but he has only one disciple who is a direct descendant..."

The exclamation below Zhu Tao didn't care.

At this moment, his whole heart was on the sword in front of him.

It wasn't the brilliance of Jianguang, but that Jianguang suppressed all his countermeasures.

Wan Jian.

Who in the world can practice ten thousand kinds of swordsmanship?

All his coping methods are in the opponent's way.

This is Wanjian Guizong!

Zhu Tao let out a long laugh and raised the sword in his hand.

"What a style of ten thousand swords returning to the sect, such sword moves are already the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world!"

The sword in his hand is like a full moon with a clear sword light.

The full moon spun and hit the sword that Han Muye stabbed.

"No matter how complicated the sword move is, it will eventually be stabbed."

"Wan Jian returns to the sect, if it can't hurt me, it's just a useless sword move."

Zhu Tao chuckled, the full moon formed by the sword light in his hand stood three feet in front of him, standing still.

I only guard my own three-footed sword light, and even if you have ten thousand swords like rain, you can make no progress at all!

Zhu Tao's words made the eyes of the sword cultivators watching the battle lit up.

"Although I've lost the sword cultivator's vigor, it may be really useful to deal with it." A white-haired sword cultivator looked at the sword light that was about to collide, and said softly.

"Hehe, Zhu Tao was born in a loose cultivator, so he is naturally cautious, so it's not surprising to be able to deal with it like this." Above the clouds in the distance, someone chuckled softly.

Not only are there people watching the battle on the island below, but there are also many strong people watching quietly not far away.

In the end, is Zhu Tao's sword light tenacious, or is Wan Jian Guizong sharp?

All eyes widened.

Han Muye, who was holding the long sword, did not change his expression, nor did the light of the sword in his hand.

The long sword in his hand stabbed forward.

Jian Feng moved forward one point, and Zhu Tao's complexion changed once.

When the sword's edge collided with the full moon's sword light, Zhu Tao's face turned pale.

Wan Jian returns to the ancestors.

All sword moves are combined into one forward thrust.

The power of one move is not strong, but a thousand moves can be combined into one, and the superposition of power is a mountain of ten thousand feet, and it can be easily penetrated.

Before the stab in Zhu Tao's hand, the full moon was like tofu, easily passed by the sword light, and then Han Muye's sword edge tapped on Zhu Tao's shirt and gently retracted.

It's that simple.

No matter how strong Zhu Tao was, he couldn't block Han Muye's Wan Jian with a sword in his hand.

Unless, his strength can be ten thousand times that of Han Muye.

But this is not possible.

In the land of Taoism, karma is blocked by reincarnation, and the strongest force in the world is the peak of the heavens.

At the peak of the heavenly realm, I am afraid that there will not be a thousand times stronger than Han Muye.

What's more, Han Muye's own strength might be stronger than the peak of the Heaven Realm!

"Agreed." Han Muye put away his sword and said lightly.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, ten thousand swords return to the sect, it looks like a thousand swords, but it is actually a sword, it looks like a sword, but it is actually a thousand swords..." Zhu Tao froze in place, the sword light in his hand dissipated, but he muttered in his mouth. No idea.

Below and above the cloud head, all the sword cultivators were silent.

Is this the Wanjian Guizong?

Han Muye chuckled lightly, cupped his hands towards the surroundings, and then dispersed.

Yuanshen incarnation!

This is not Han Muye's real body at all!

With an incarnation, the power of heaven and earth will be activated, and you will be able to defeat Zhu Tao with one sword!

Exiled from the sword way, how strong is it!

At the mouth of the East China Sea, Han Muye defeated Zhu Tao, the sword of a hundred battles, with a single sword!

This news turned into a gust of wind and swept across the East China Sea.

More swords were refurbished and set off to face Han Muye.

These people did not know that at this time, Han Muye had already left the sea exit and headed for the depths of the East China Sea.

...

A ten-mile island called Wanghaijiao.

On this small island, there are now thousands of kendo practitioners.

However, these cultivators are all low in cultivation, and the strongest are only five layers of golden core.

They are kendo loose cultivators on the surrounding islands, and they have to gather here because they are pursued by the recently turbulent spirit armour monster clan.

In the past few days, those spirit armor monsters have gathered more and more, and they have surrounded the island.

"boom--"

The water surged, and several ten-foot-long black turtle demons rushed up and washed up on the beach.

As soon as these big monsters came ashore, they transformed into soldiers in black armor and armed with long swords.

These soldiers stepped forward quickly, waving their long swords in their hands, and knocked back the sword repairers who were in front of them.

Although there is no swordsmanship, these big monsters have profound cultivation bases, and each of them is a realm cultivation base.

With such combat power, those sword cultivators couldn't stop them at all.

Standing on the cliff, Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

The ability of the Spirit Armored Monster Race to adapt is too fast.

I used to think that the spirit armor monsters were not good at landing operations, but now, they went ashore to fight, and their combat power did not drop much.

"Brother Han, you can't keep it here, you can leave if you can." Beside Han Muye, a Jianxiu wearing chain armor and carrying a big sword spoke in a low voice.

The person who spoke was named Qi Ziming, a sword cultivator of the Jindan stage, with a strong fighting force.

He is also the strongest among these sword cultivators.

Below, more swordsmen began to retreat.

Although Jianxiu is not afraid of life and death, he is not stupid. Obviously, the enemy is strong and he has to fight. That is a fool.

Han Muye stood up, nodded and said, "Wanghaijiao can't hold it, let's go to Qingfeng Island, which is a hundred miles away. It's not far from Qingfeng Sword Sect."

After speaking, he flew down.

"Brother Qi, you open the way, and I'll stop it later."

Most of the more than a thousand sword cultivators on this island were gathered around by Qi Ziming and Han Muye.

In the past, several of their strong enough sword cultivators worked together to save the besieged sword cultivators from the Jedi.

"Okay, don't fight." Qi Ziming shouted loudly, the big sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the sword light of ten meters was drawn, and he flew and landed on the beach.

"Come with me!"

Qi Ziming's long sword vibrated, carrying a streamer without casting, followed by several great swordsmen behind him, opening a bloody path.

The crowd did not dare to walk on the waves, so they split the waves with their long swords, and then led the sword light to fly away.

In the sea below, there are powerful water monsters rushing out of the water, many of them turned into black armored generals, with spears and swords in their hands slashing head-on.

"Get out." Han Muye snorted lowly, and the sword flew out from his hand.

Inspired by the technique of the sword, the sword light was like a shooting star, shooting down the big monsters that flew out of the water.

Jianguang was merciless and instantly turned bloody.

The sea below is bright red!

"kill--"

In the sea, there was the sound of violent drinking.

Powerful black armored water monsters rushed towards Han Muye and surrounded him on Wanghai Reef.

"boom--"

Sword light, demon light, and spiritual light collided.

The entire Wanghai Reef is bright and magnificent, but the sea of ​​​​clouds is not visible.

Qi Ziming stood in the air, turned his head, and gritted his teeth: "Brother Han, don't die..."

The others were also worried.

It is too difficult to rush out of such a scene.

"Come on, go to Qingfeng Island!"

Qi Ziming drank lowly, mobilizing the sword cultivators behind him, turning into sword light, and flying to the island a hundred miles away.

In front, several sword lights rose up, as if to meet them.

On Wanghai Reef, the spiritual light shattered and Han Muye walked out slowly, holding two swords.

Around him, the black armored monsters had all died, and their body had reshaped into the appearance of a ten-zhang fish monster.

Raising his hand, he grasped the hilt of a long sword.

Sword Qi penetrated into the body of the sword, and pictures of tyranny appeared in his mind.

The intelligence of these black armored monsters is not particularly good, and their hearts are mostly just killing.

Even of the same clan, they often fight.

On the contrary, the blue-armored monster clan and the monster clan with colorful scale armor are extremely intelligent.

"Besieged Jianxiu?"

From the chaotic memory of the long sword, Han Muye sorted out a general attack map of the East China Sea Spirit Armor Monster Race.

According to this picture, it can be seen that the Spirit Armor Monster Race is advancing in an orderly manner, surrounded by layers of Jian Xiu.

It's a pity that the memory in this long sword is really chaotic, so that Han Muye can't deduce too much detail, and he can't see the recent arrangement of the Spirit Armor Monster Race.

Looking up, he looked forward.

Endless magic light surged.

That is the direction of Qingfeng Island!

He flew up, and the sword light was like a meteor, directly across a hundred miles.

People are in the air, and they have already seen the situation below.

Around Qingfeng Island, countless black armor monsters are surrounded.

These black armor monsters are more than a hundred times more than those who besieged Wanghaijiao before.

It's not that the spirit armor monsters who besieged Wanghaijiao turned around, but they wanted to besiege Qingfeng Island.

"boom--"

A violent aura rose, and above the water, banners of gathering demons were unfolded.

These spirit armor monsters have already achieved formations, which are no different from military formations.

What a terrible learning ability.

The flag was waved, and a large army assembled.

When Han Muye landed on Qingfeng Island, Qi Ziming and others had already gathered together.

Qingfeng Island is a large island with a radius of hundreds of miles, and there are more than ten thousand swordsmen gathered on the island at this time.

Among them are the guardian elders of Qingfeng Jianzong, who are powerful.

"Don't panic, fellow daoists, Lu Wuming, Qingfeng Jianzong, my Qingfeng Jianzong reinforcements are coming, and everyone can be saved as long as they hold on."

A Taoist man wearing a blue robe and carrying a long sword flew into the air and shouted loudly.

Around him, there are dozens of tall and straight sword cultivators, each with a sword light shining on his body.

Sect disciples are really different from loose cultivators.

These Qingfengjianzong disciples formed a battle, and the momentum was very majestic.

"Brother Han, you said, can you hold on?" Qi Ziming and the others looked at Han Muye.

These days, Han Mu's field strength and responsibility have been recognized by them.

Without Han Muye being broken again and again, they wouldn't be able to live now.

Even a Sword Pill practitioner like Qi Ziming knew that he could not escape under the siege of the Spirit Armor Monster Clan.

Han Muye glanced around and shook his head solemnly.

There are many sword cultivators on Qingfeng Island, but there are no real masters.

Lu Wuming and the disciples of Qingfengjianzong behind him are not bad, and they can't stop too many water demons.

Lu Wuming's cultivation is only the fifth level of the Nascent Soul of the Heavenly Realm.

"Then what should I do?" A sword cultivator in a black robe with a somewhat tattered expression turned pale.

How to do?

Nobody wants to die here.

"How about we rush out?"

Someone whispered.

They had rushed through the siege of the Black Armored Monster Clan many times before, but this time, they couldn't say they were able to rush out.

rush?

Everyone looked around.

The surrounding waters have been surrounded to death. I don't know how many spirit armored monsters are waiting in the sea, how to rush?

This time, there are too many spirit armor monsters...

"Wait."

Han Muye whispered, then flew down on a blue reef, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, the sword light flashing on his body.

The spirit armored monsters were besieging and killing him, naturally they couldn't hurt him.

But he couldn't let these sword cultivators be slaughtered.

He came to the East China Sea to gather the power of the East China Sea Sword Cultivator.

If Jian Xiu suffered too many casualties, how could he take advantage of it?

However, don't start too early.

Such is the human heart. If they are not allowed to experience life and death, they will not have the will to fight.

Han Muye sighed inwardly.

I don't know when to start, but my heart is already so hard.

When he was in Xijiang, the elders of Jiange also said that the strong should take responsibility.

Looking at it now, it is indeed strong, and it does not pay attention to the life of the weak.

Is this the price of practice?

"Ugh-"

The sound of the horn came, the water surged, and countless water demons rushed to Qingfeng Island.