Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Bam—"

Han Muye took a kick and kicked the black-robed cultivator beside him who was about to shoot, then raised his hand and grabbed Daoist Dayan's storage bag.

Divine Sense penetrated, and Han Muye turned to look at Da Yan Daoist.

This guy really looted a lot of treasure.

The storage bag with a hundred squares of space is full of various spiritual materials and spiritual stones.

Many of them have been cut off in the practice world and are invaluable.

What a windfall.

After weighing the storage bag, Han Muye bluntly put it in his bag.

Anyway, Daoist Daoist found it, wasn't it his?

Dayan Daoist saw that the storage bag was taken away by Han Muye, his face twitched, and his eyes were full of pain.

But he didn't dare to ask Han Muye to come back.

Turning his face, he ran towards the cultivator who was kicked flying by Han Muye, and swooped over.

"Bam—"

Dayan Daoist flew upside down.

His cultivation base is not a match for others.

At this time, the cultivator who was smashed to the ground by Han Muye also stood up.

The two figures roared wildly, flashing light in their hands, and rushed towards Han Muye.

Very tacit.

It is rare for these two to be able to cast spells in this dam, and the power is not small.

The scattered meteorites gathered, condensed into a ball, and hit Han Muye.

The gust of wind was reckless, as if it were about to burst.

Han Muye's expression didn't change, he just clenched his fists.

In this dam, the feeling of clenching a fist and smashing it is more refreshing than slashing with a sword.

In particular, he has the body of a mythical beast, and his strength is domineering and tyrannical to the extreme.

He had seen spells outside the dam.

At this time, I feel that the power is too weak.

The suppression of the chaotic power of the dam makes it difficult for various spells to exert their combat power.

Or fist to solve.

"drink--"

Wrong step, short body, punch.

Han Muye did not hesitate, his movements were coherent and steady.

The cultivator whose face was collapsed had his sternum shattered this time, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he died in mid-air.

Turning around again, Han Muye kicked the black-robed cultivator who had been kicked by him in the chest.

"Crack-"

The sound of the sternum shattering came.

This time, the two never got up.

Han Muye was also not interested in leaving a living hole in the dam.

Dayan Daoist walked forward proudly, shook it down a few times, and brought two long swords, a long bow, and two waist cards.

In his own hand, he held a golden sledgehammer and a small storage bag.

That big hammer is the big treasure that Daoist Dayan said.

Han Muye did not bring the big hammer.

This is a weapon of the divine general's standard. Han Muye has seen it from the memory of the long spear in the divine general's hand.

Although this weapon is standard, its power is comparable to that of a middle-grade magic weapon.

It's just that this type of weapon lacks the agility of the magic weapon.

Holding the sword tool that Daoist Da Yan handed over, Han Muye's sword energy poured into his palm, and his eyes flashed.

An ordinary guardian of the Temple of Chaos, a half-step heavenly cultivation base, and an ordinary swordsmanship practice.

Outside the dam, the cultivation under the heaven is relatively easy.

All kinds of armors and medicinal pills can cultivate cultivators under the heaven in batches.

Of course, above the realm of heaven, it cannot be cultivated in batches.

The real Chaos Temple masters all sneaked into the dam and went to the place where the ancient gods fell.

Outside the dam, there are cultivators from the ancient cloud galaxy guarding the surroundings, and cultivators who come out of the dam will be monitored or directly intercepted.

The blockade of the chaotic power in the dykes and the control of the land where the ancient gods fell has started tens of thousands of years ago.

Having seen the sword weapon memories of the two guardians of the Chaos Temple, Han Muye raised his hand and called Dayan Daoist to him.

A cyan ID mark was handed to him.

These are the identity badges of the two cultivators who were severely injured by Han Muye just now and passed out.

"We are one piece, this brand does not recognize people."

Han Muye smiled and threw up the sign in his palm.

Dayan Daoist took the sign, looked at it carefully, and placed it on his chest.

When they stepped out of the dam, they were already practitioners wearing black robes and wearing the waist badge of the guardian of the Temple of Chaos.

"This is, beyond the dam?" Dayan Daoist murmured, his face full of suspicion.

Han Muye mentioned the dam to him. In his imagination, there should be a bright world beyond the dam.

At this time, it is clearly a dark and empty place.

The only difference is that the aura is more pure.

But this purity is due to the lack of power of the Dao.

Where the power of the Dao is weak, what is good? There was a hint of disappointment on Dayan Daoist's face.

Han Muye turned his eyes around and said softly, "This is where all the great monks in the mud pond want to come over outside the dam."

Different from Dayan Daoist's perception, Han Muye's eyes were full of aura.

Godless land!

This ancient cloud galaxy is a place without the Great Way of Heaven and Earth, and without the formation of the Spirit of Heaven and Earth.

It means that this place can create gods.

Everyone has the opportunity to become the god of the ruling party, that is, the god of heaven and earth in ancient times.

Replacing the Avenue of Heaven and Earth with yourself!

No wonder those great men want to come here.

Those great monks who have climbed to the peak of their practice and are difficult to detach themselves, as long as they give up the road of detachment, cross the dam, and become the master of one world, they can instantly become immortal gods.

This kind of power is completely different from the combination of Wen Mosheng and Tianxuan Tiandao.

This is domination, not union.

Is the master, not the ally.

Relationships are worlds apart.

Han Muye recalled the process of crossing the dam, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

For him, it is not difficult to cross the dam with the body of a divine beast.

Moreover, because there is a clear route that has been explored before, as long as you are careful to deal with a few dangerous places, you can cross the dam.

But for those great monks in the land where the ancient gods fell, without a strong enough body, crossing the embankment is simply a death sentence.

so--

A dazzling halo appeared in Han Muye's eyes.

Therefore, the wild world was jointly attacked by all parties!

Those big monks want the bodies of ancient beasts!

Han Muye only felt a chill behind his back.

It turned out that there are such secrets behind the siege of countless great monks in the wild world!

Han Muye remembered that the masters who came out of the Profound Sky World had also participated in the battles in the Wild World. Among them, the ancestor of Profound Sky also personally killed a divine beast Kui Niu.

So, where are these great cultivators who walked out of the Profound Sky World now?

Did you really fall in the battle for the last three days?

Where do the blocked space passages in the Profound Sky World lead to?

On Yunchao Ridge, will the space passage leading to the land of magic repair connect beyond the dam...

For a while, Han Muye had countless doubts in his heart.

"Go, let's go to Chaos Temple."

No matter how many questions, you need to find answers one by one.

For some questions, it has been too long to find answers.

Daoist Dayan took the form of Qingfeng who followed behind Han Muye, and Han Muye stepped on the mountain of Daojian, which was transformed into an ordinary sword, and walked in the air.

There were quite a few cultivators along the way, but there was nothing unusual about Han Muye or Dayan Daoist.

Sure enough, the Temple of Chaos only recognizes the brand and not the person.

Along the way, they stopped before a shining star a hundred miles away.

Aura flashed among the stars.

Looking up, such stars abound.

Unlike the thousands of stars around the Profound Sky World that only saw a single flashing aura, every one of the stars here is actually full of vitality and full of spiritual energy.

However, when he fell into the stars, Han Muye noticed a difference.

There is no way of heaven and earth on these stars, and there is almost no defense.

Just like eggs that have been peeled off, these stars will be swallowed at any time if they encounter a great cultivator who wants to refine them.

Looking up at the bright star river in the distance, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

This star is only a hundred miles in diameter, so no one refines it. So, what about the big star that is ten thousand miles, one hundred thousand miles, and one million miles?

This ancient cloud galaxy may have secrets that it does not know.

Flying down the stars, Han Muye and Dayan Daoist walked slowly.

There are buildings everywhere on this star, but unlike the land where the ancient gods fell, the buildings here are basically simple in shape.

After traveling for dozens of miles, Han Muye has probably understood.

The stars that are blocked outside the dam are all carried by the strong in the Temple of Chaos.

All the practitioners who come here are basically for the mission of the Temple of Chaos.

The Chaos Temple here is a palace rather than a city.

Many square houses, stretching wide and without walls.

Han Muye also felt that for cultivators, building a city with a city wall has no practical significance.

A plaza for receiving tasks, a place for distributing tasks, a place for exchanging tasks, various logistical support, a management office for collecting resources, and a place for providing employment and information, this Chaos Temple has all kinds of facilities.

Han Muye was not in a hurry, he and Dayan Daoist wandered around for three or four days, inquiring about all the information about the Chaos Temple and the Ancient Cloud Galaxy.

Then, Han Muye took Da Yan Daoist and flew straight to a large star that was thousands of miles away.

This place called Jinkexing is the largest star in the surrounding tens of billions of miles of void, and the sect ruled by it is Jinming Daozong, a sect that has several great monks beyond the heavenly realm.

Just as Han Muye speculated and imagined, Jinkexing was refined.

In other words, the owner of this star has absolute control over this star.

However, under the perception, he understood that it was the entire sect of Jinming Daozong who controlled this star, not a certain great master.

Jin Ming Daozong can control everything on this star through the formation method.

The aura gathers, the celestial phenomena change, and even the tribulation of thunder.

On this star, Jinming Daozong is the sky and the avenue.

After landing on Jinkexing, Han Muye went straight to the Temple of Chaos set up on it.

"boom--"

Only after flying for thousands of miles, there was a roar from the front, and then there was the sound of fighting.

Dayan Daoist looked curious, while Han Muye frowned and turned his direction.

He is not from the ancient cloud galaxy, why bother with the disputes here?

It was only after turning around and walking away for a moment, there was a scream from behind.

Several figures flew away.

Then, another roar resounded, and a flying boat caught up from behind.

Han Muye's eyes fell on those flying silhouettes, and his face showed a bit of strangeness.

Among the few people who flew past, one person suddenly turned around.

"Han boy?"

A few people around him saw him stop, and hurriedly pulled him away: "Old Tu, hurry up, or these guys from the Jinxuan Daomen will be killed."

Lao Tu nodded and muttered as he flew away, "It's probably dizzying. This is the ancient cloud galaxy. It's extremely difficult to come here. That kid is in the western border of Tianxuan, and it's impossible to come..."

As he spoke, the sword in his palm lifted and slashed forward.

"boom--"

A sword was slashed out, and it seemed like the sky and the earth were torn apart from ten miles in front, and the auras turned into beams of light.

Over there, there is a mystery hidden.

If it wasn't for this sword, they would break into the maze, and they would definitely die.

"Old Tu, your move of Wanjian Guizong is really good. If it weren't for this sword, we would be made dumplings." A bearded man whispered and grinned: "Crap—"

Everyone turned their heads and left, but they stayed where they were before they flew a hundred miles away.

In front, a young man in a black robe and a black sword with a sheath on his back stood there holding his arms.

"Why didn't you run away?"

"There are only five Liuchuan seven thieves left. Those two are waiting for you to reunite at my Jinxuan Daomen."

A sneer appeared on the young man's face, and his eyes turned to Lao Tu: "Tu Wanjian, let me see how capable your Wanjian Guizong is."

"Kuraga-"

The long sword was unsheathed, and the light of the sword was so cold that it seemed to devour people at a distance of hundreds of meters.

The expressions of the people who were blocked changed, and just as they were about to rush forward, Lao Tu raised his hand to stop them.

"Jinxuan Daomen's direct disciple, Shuihan Jian Yu Shen." Lao Tu narrowed his eyes and put his hand on the hilt of the sword: "This is an eight major sword cultivator of Nascent Soul."

Nascent Soul Eighth Layer!

The others were all trembling.

Among them, the one with the highest cultivation base was Lao Tu of the sixth level of Nascent Soul.

In the face of a Nascent Soul eight major sword cultivator, even if they attacked together, they couldn't stop a sword.

"Since I want to see my Wanjian Guizong by name, how can Tu Mou disappoint people?" Lao Tu smiled lightly, unsheathed the sword in his hand, and flew out.

The sword is in the air, dividing into thousands.

"This sword is called Wanjian Guizong, and it is a way to open a way for ordinary swords in the world."

"I only learned the skin of this sword, and I am willing to come to ask for advice."

The sword light converged and turned into a sword, Lao Tu drank lowly, suppressed the sword light, and chopped off at Yu Shen.

Yu Shen's eyes were bright, and without hesitation, he raised his hand and swayed it.

"when--"

After a shock, the sound of endless sword collisions echoed through.

Not far away, two flying boats surrounded.

Everyone looked at the two long swords that were fighting countless times in the void.

"Good swordsmanship!" After a hundred breaths, Yu Shen shouted loudly and retreated to the rear.

After exiting Baizhang, the sword light melted, Lao Tu, who was holding the long sword, turned red, and the sword edge trembled slightly.

"To be able to fight with me for so long with one sword technique, Tu Wanjian is also a character." Yu Shen looked at Tu Wanjian and said lightly, "Abandon your swords and return the stolen Wanhe sword box. My Jinxuan Daomen will not be difficult for you.”

Tu Wanjian held the sword and did not speak.

"Wanhe sword box belongs to my teacher, when did you belong to your Jinxuan Dao?" A middle-aged swordsman standing behind Tu Wanjian shouted angrily.

Hearing his words, Yu Shen's face turned cold, and there was a sharp sword intent on his body.

Tu Wanjian pointed the front of the sword in his hand, and the light of the sword converged.

"Tu Wanjian, you don't know what to do with your face, the so-called Wanjian Guizong is just like that." Yu Shen's sword turned into a frost snake, coiled up and roared in a low voice.

As soon as the frost snake appeared, countless ice flowers floated in the surrounding void.

Layers of gloomy cold shrouded the area.

The sword in Tu Wanjian's hand was instantly frozen.

His eyes fell on the sword in his hand, and Tu Wanjian's expression was solemn.

Behind him, several practitioners resisted the cold with all their strength, but their faces were pale and their bodies were trembling.

"Wan Jian returns to the sect, but that's it?"

At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

"Han Muye!" Tu Wanjian whispered.

Yu Shen's face changed dramatically, and he looked up and looked forward.

"Thorn-"

As if the curtain was torn open, the frozen void shattered directly.

Those frosts turned into nothingness, as if they never existed.

Frost and Cold House originally swallowed snake letters, but suddenly his body trembled, and his body turned into a sword, suspended in front of Yu Shen.

"Who are you?" Yu Shen stared at Han Muye who stepped out of the void, and his sword energy converged.

Han Muye didn't have a strong sword energy and strength on his body, but he could tear apart the strength barrier placed by his sword in an understatement, and he couldn't possibly be an ordinary person.

"You don't need to know who I am." Han Muye shook his head, glanced at Tu Wanjian behind him, and a cyan long sword appeared in his hand.

"Take my ten thousand swords and return to the sect, and let you go."

Thousands of Swords Return to the Sect!

The person in front of him will also return to his ancestry with ten thousand swords!

Everyone present, except Tu Wanjian, all widened their eyes.

Tu Wanjian, known as Wanjian, is famous for Wanjian Guizong. Although he has always said that Wanjian Guizong is to open a way for low-level swordsmanship in the world, he has not seen anyone other than him who can do this. sword.

Until today, I finally saw someone who would envoy Wan Jian to return to the ancestry.

I don't know if this one is Tu Wanjian's junior or a peer?

"Old Tu, do you want to rush together?" The big man who had spoken before leaned forward and whispered.

Run together?

A hint of hesitation flashed across Tu Wanjian's face.

He admired Han Muye's swordsmanship.

But Han Muye's cultivation base...

"Om-"

At this moment, the sword in Han Muye's hand shook, and a piercing sword light rose from his body.

"Fuck, Jianying!" Tu Wanjian's eyes widened.

Kendo Nascent Soul!

The opposite Yu Shen also looked surprised, and hurriedly held the long sword in front of him, full of spiritual light.

Only the sword and the extreme one, Fang Cheng's swordsman Yuan Ying.

The one in front of him turned out to be a pure kendo cultivator.

Such sword cultivators, who have become infants with swords, are not bound by their cultivation bases at all in combat power.

To fight against this group of people, don't speculate on the basis of cultivation.

"My dear, Jianying, I have practiced for so many years, and I have only seen three Jianxiu who have condensed into Jianying." Behind Tu Wanjian, an old man with a white beard whispered.

"There are rumors in my teacher's school that the owner of the Wanhe Sword Box was a master who formed a sword baby."

"Wanhe Jianzong, there is a way to become a sword baby..." The big man standing beside Tu Wanjian looked at the sword baby on Han Muye's head, and his eyes flashed.

Holding the sword in his hand, Han Muye looked solemn and said lightly, "I have a sword named Wanjian Guizong."

"This sword is based on Wan Dao swordsmanship, and opens up a path of ascetic cultivation for swordsmen in the world."

"To cultivate this sword, it is necessary to cultivate ten thousand kinds of swordsmanship, and finally ten thousand swords are unified."

The sound matched the light of the sword, and the sword in Han Muye's hand pierced slowly.

Unlike Tu Wanjian's sword light, this sword did not differentiate into ten thousand, nor did it oscillate and shine.

A sword is a sword.

One sword, why is it called Wanjian?

On the opposite side, Yu Shen looked puzzled.

The others around also frowned.

Only Tu Wanjian's arms trembled and he murmured in his mouth.

"boom--"

The sword that Han Muye stabbed collided with the sword that Yu Shen raised his hand to intercept.

The bursting sword light was so dazzling that everyone could only close their eyes.

But even if he closed his eyes, the dazzling light of that sword still penetrated the soul.

This ten thousand swords returning to the sect actually contains the sword intent of hurting the soul!

"Thorn-"

The sword moves forward and turns into a thousand swords.

Wan Jian is magnificent, wrapping Yu Shen.

When Yu Shen looked up in difficulty, he saw that Wanjian finally returned to one, rubbing lightly on his neck.

The blood is soaring to the sky, and the aura is scattered.

This sword cuts off the blood, kills the soul, and smashes the Nascent Soul!

With one sword, the eight major monks of Nascent Soul, fall!

It wasn't until Yu Shen's body burst with aura that the surrounding practitioners woke up.

"Brother Yu Shen was killed!"

"Crazy, dare to kill Senior Brother Yu Shen, he is the grandson of my Jinxuan Daomen Xuantang Elder!"

The two flying boats quickly retreated.

Tu Wanjian and a few people behind him looked at each other, and there was a sword light rising from his body.

Murder, kill, kill.

After beheading Yu Shen, the news cannot be leaked.

They looked up at Han Muye who slowly retracted his sword.

Han Muye put away his long sword, Yu Shen's sword and a storage bag, and said with a smile, "Senior Tu Sun, are you okay?"

Master Tu Sun, the Great Elder of the Taiyi Sword Sect in the Western Frontier, was the first swordsman in the Western Frontier back then.

After the Yunchao Ridge space channel was opened, Master Tu Sun left the Profound Sky World.

Unexpectedly, he came outside the dam.

So, is Huang Laoliu, who also left this passage, also here?

"Han boy, let's take action to solve these guys from Jinxuan Daomen, otherwise it will be a big problem."

Master Tu Sun gave a low voice and charged towards a flying boat with a long sword in hand.

They were chased by Feizhou before, but now they turned their heads, and they wanted to kill Feizhou.

Hearing Master Tu Sun's words, Han Muye shook his head, but still held up his long sword.

With the method of the big sect, the direct disciple was beheaded, and the message had already been passed on, and it was too late to want to silence it at this time.

It was just that for Han Muye, sooner or later, it didn't matter, he just helped kill a few people.

The flying long sword smashed a flying boat with one blow, and the scattered practitioners scattered in horror.

Master Tu Sun and others showed no mercy, chasing after these practitioners, with long swords and techniques in their hands.

In the end, another flying boat left with the people of Jinxuan Daomen who had escaped.

Master Tu Sun showed regrets on their faces.

Several people gathered up the scattered swords and various spiritual materials on the flying boat, even the swords and storage bags on the corpses were not spared.

A battle, a lot to gain.

Dayan Daoist who turned into a breeze whispered in Han Muye's ear, to the effect that he was the best at this kind of thing, and if he touched it, he would definitely not miss it.

"Senior Tu, do you know how the sixth brother is doing now?" Han Muye asked, looking at Master Tu Sun who was back with his sword.

Seeing Master Tu Sun, Han Muye of course wanted to ask Huang Laoliu.

Hearing his words, Master Tu Sun shook his head.

Haven't heard?

Maybe, after all, this ancient cloud galaxy is too vast and almost endless. Who knows if Huang Laoliu is here, and where it is.

Moreover, the original Huang Laoliu was enchanted.

"Huang Laoliu, now he is a great sage of the devil's way, the devil who steps on the sky, and fights in all directions with a magic sword..." Master Tu Sun's voice sounded leisurely.

Today, I went out to attend the Teacher Appreciation Banquet, and I could only change one chapter and six thousand words.

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