Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 438: Slaying the Holy, Refining with Stars (33)

There are countless inheritances of kendo in the world, the sword of strength, the sword of mind, the sword of magic, the close body, the sword of control, the use of the sword to enter the Dao, the use of Dao to transform the sword...

The road of sword cultivation is the condensation of the avenues of practice in the world.

On the road of sword cultivation, Han Muye has come a long way!

At this time, with the long sword in hand and the saint in front, his heart was full of passion.

From the beginning of Xuanyuan swordsmanship, to the convergence of sword intent, to sword formation, to Yujian, to condensing the sword of Yuanshen, along the way, he has seen the endless scenery of the road of kendo.

He has comprehended all kinds of swordsmanship in the world.

He returned to one sword with ten thousand swords.

He turned one sword into ten thousand swords.

He has traveled 100,000 miles and created countless swordsmanships.

He should have been sanctified by kendo.

Sword in hand, blood is burning!

"boom--"

The ten thousand zhang sword light directly smashed the world, and the crimson star below the sky qiongguang shattered in response.

The sword light was blazing, as if it was going to burn all obstacles and burn through the heavens and the earth!

Han Muye slashed out with a sword, and the face of the kendo saint in front turned solemn.

The sword in his hand did not hesitate to point it out, blocking Han Muye's sword.

"when--"

The long swords collided, and the crisp sound of sword chants resounded.

The sword light in Han Muye's hand was shattered, and then vanished.

The sword of a kendo sage cannot be taken over by his current cultivation realm.

If it weren't for the rules of the land of Taoism, under this sword, he and the sword in his hand would turn into clouds of smoke.

"Om-"

The sword in Han Muye's hand vibrated, and then turned into a clear long sword.

Lingbao.

This is the spiritual treasure of Wanhe Sword Box, which is made of thousands of swords, which are continuous and not broken.

Han Muye reunited his swords in his hands, making the look of the kendo saint on the opposite side move.

"Lingbao!"

With a low voice, his eyes were full of greed, staring at Han Muye: "Remember, the one who killed you was the deity, Bai Zhanye."

White occupation.

Kendo saint.

Han Muye raised his hand, the sword was in his palm, and the blade pointed forward.

Without a word of nonsense, his sword light condensed into a line.

To fight against such powerhouses, he directly used Wanjian Guizong.

The sword light turned into a cyan line and passed through the void, stabbing Bai Zhanye's chest.

This sword has a bursting halo.

The sword light moved forward, and all the voids were shattered.

Bai Zhanye opened his eyes wide and stared at the sword light falling in front of him.

He raised the sword in his hand with difficulty, stabbed forward, and mixed with the sword light.

Han Muye's sword light shattered into streaks of sword light, which burst out and wrapped Bai Zhanye.

"With such swordsmanship, you are qualified to be the opponent of this deity!" Bai Zhanye was enveloped in the sword light and shouted loudly.

The sword in his hand turned into a light wheel, facing the sword lights, no matter what, they swayed layer by layer.

The long sword blocked all Han Muye's sword light.

"boom--"

After ten breaths, the sword light dissipated, and Bai Zhanye, holding a long sword, stood in place.

Ten breaths break ten thousand swords and return to the sect's first level, this is the first time Han Mu Yexiu has encountered this sword.

"What is this sword called?" Bai Zhanye looked at Han Muye and said in a deep voice.

"Thousands of swords belong to the sect, this sword was created by Master Mo Yuan, and opened a way for low-level swordsmen in the world." Han Muye said loudly.

"Thousands of swords return to the sect." Bai Zhanye nodded, raising the sword in his hand: "I also have such a sword, let's see."

He released the sword in his hand, and the blade turned into a hummingbird.

This hummingbird has only taken shape, and has already transformed into millions!

One sword turns ten thousand swords!

Han Muye's eyes flashed with light, like thunder intertwined.

The road of the world, the same destination by different paths!

He took a step forward, and the sword light slashed straight down.

With one sword, there are thousands of sword lights accompanying him.

One sword turns into ten thousand swords!

"Thorn-"

A sword split the hummingbirds, and then ten thousand swords of light wrapped all the hummingbirds.

All hummingbirds are chopped up.

But instead of disappearing, these hummingbirds turned into more hummingbirds.

Every hummingbird is a sword energy.

Just like the sword intent gathered in Han Mu's wild qi sea, a single sword intent can transform 128,000 sword qi.

In an instant, Han Muye was surrounded by countless hummingbirds.

A smile appeared on Bai Zhanye's face opposite him.

"Fellow Daoist Zhanye's swordsmanship is truly amazing, only poor monks can see it." Behind Bai Zhanye, the holy monk wearing a cassock folded his hands together and spoke in a low voice.

Covered by the sword light, it was impossible for Han Muye to escape.

This battle is over.

Bai Zhanye laughed and said lightly, "This son has some talent in swordsmanship, but unfortunately—"

Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly froze.

In front, the hummingbirds trembled and turned into golden lotus flowers!

With one hundred thousand golden lotuses with him, Han Muye walked out slowly.

Bai Zhanye's sword intent was directly transformed by Han Muye!

"This, how is this possible—" Bai Zhanye exclaimed with wide eyes.

Han Muye looked indifferent, raised his hand, and stabbed the sword in his hand again.

This was the third sword he stabbed.

The first sword Wanjian returns to the ancestors.

The second sword can turn a thousand into a sword.

At this time, the third sword was unremarkable, just a thin sword light moving forward.

To fight against a real kendo master, whether it is Han Muye or the other party, there are only limited means available.

This is also why the strong fight against each other, every ten years and a hundred years.

Han Muye stabbed out a flat sword, Bai Zhanye moved, and quickly retreated.

"You have already comprehended kendo to this level!"

Staring closely at the golden lotus accompanying Han Muye, Bai Zhanye shouted in panic, "Master Shi Ming and I shot together, this son's kendo talent is too unbelievable, he must not stay!"

The talent is too defiant, it must not be left!

These words made the monk behind Bai Zhanye stunned for a moment.

What kind of person can be evaluated like this by a kendo saint.

This is still talking about kendo talent!

"My generation of sword cultivation practice is step by step, comprehend the great road of heaven and earth, until the transcendence becomes holy."

"But there are people who are amazing and brilliant. To practice swordsmanship is to see the truth in swordsmanship."

Bai Zhanye's voice sounded, with fear in it.

He raised the sword in his hand to block Han Muye's third sword with all his strength.

Only the sword came out, and he turned pale.

"really!"

With a low cry, he directly gave up the sword in his hand, and his body was defeated by a hundred zhang!

"boom--"

Han Muye's sword wrapped around his sword, devoured it, and then turned upside down!

The monk Shiming opened and closed his eyes, and golden light flashed among them.

He flew forward and landed in front of Jianguang, his hands clasped together, and he chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. A golden bronze bell stood in front of him.

"Thorn-"

The long sword hit the big bell, bringing out dazzling sparks.

The expression on the monk Shi Ming's face also changed instantly, staring at the sword light in front of him.

"If you don't enter the cycle of karma, this sword is the way to break the world!"

Kendo, the way to break!

Han Muye cultivated his sword and saw the essence of kendo.

His sword has long exceeded the artistic conception.

Bai Zhanye became a saint with kendo, but he was only a saint, far from being able to break the world with kendo.

This is why he saw Han Muye's third sword's expression change.

Han Muye's second sword produced all things, turning his hummingbird into a golden lotus, and he already felt something was wrong.

The sword of destruction of the third sword, he did not dare to take it.

Then, he will directly face the power of a world shattering.

The key is that this power requires him to resolve with his own kendo.

It is a pity that he has not yet realized this level, and is completely powerless to resolve this sword.

"boom--"

The bell in the hands of the monk Shi Ming shattered, he stepped back a few steps and stood beside Bai Zhanye.

Bai Zhanye and Shi Ming both had regrets on their faces.

It's a pity that one of his own treasures was destroyed like this.

Bai Zhanye regretted that his swordsmanship was not enough to understand Han Muye's sword.

If he can comprehend this sword based on his own practice, then he is not a sword saint, but a sword ancestor!

"such a pity……"

Bai Zhanye sighed lowly.

Shi Ming nodded painfully.

Han Muye stood three hundred meters away with a sword in his hand.

Above his head, the sword light of the Zhou Tian Sword Formation shone like stars.

At this time, the Profound Sky Realm on the Crimson Star had already arrived one after another. Everyone stared at the sword light that filled the sky, and Han Muye, who was standing in the sky, all widened their eyes.

A sword suppressed millions of troops and resisted the five thousand heavens.

What was even more frightening was that standing in front of Han Muye were two saints.

This kind of combat power, even Wen Xiang can't do it, right?

"Master Shi Ming, I must kill him today." Bai Zhanye gritted his teeth, and another sword appeared in his hand.

Shi Ming nodded, and a golden Zen stick in his hand vibrated, emitting a faint Buddha light.

Han Muye turned his head and glanced at the practitioner from the Profound Sky World who walked out of the crimson star.

Almost there.

Raising his hand, Bai Zhanye landed in his hand.

Sword Qi perfuses, and the screen flashes.

Bai Zhanye came from the power, the power behind it, and the swordsmanship of his practice all emerged one by one.

"The world of ten thousand yuan, Tuyuan Sword Sect."

Han Muye's eyes flashed with divine light.

This kendo sage is not a person from the fairy world, but a person who came to look for opportunities outside the land of Taoism.

But he chose the fairy world.

Also, according to the current general trend of the land of Taoism, there are not many people who do not choose fairy spirits.

The power that Tian Xuan displayed was really too weak.

Understand the method of Tuyuan breaking the sword.

Comprehend the thirteen swords of Yuanling.

Comprehend the swordsmanship of Fengjie.

...

Han Muye's mind all fell on Bai Zhanye's swordsmanship inheritance, and he quickly deduced it.

Knowing himself, knowing the enemy and winning a hundred battles, and mastering the opponent's swordsmanship, can he be invincible.

In the void, the sword light in the sky is intertwined with blood.

Han Muye, who originally had the sword formation to resist the army, suddenly raised his hand.

"boom--"

All the sword lights retracted, shining like stars around him.

With the blessing of the sword formation and Lingbao in his hand, Han Muye's eyes surged with fighting intent.

"The truth is going to be killed, and the others will be handed over to you, no problem, right?" Han Muye's voice contained a blood-boiled fighting intent.

Kill the saint!

Sword Slash Saint!

At this moment, all the Tianxuan practitioners behind him were surging with surging fighting intent, and they joined together.

Whether it is Confucianism or Taoism, at this moment, they are all heavenly realms from the Profound Sky World.

At this moment, they all fought side by side with Han Muye.

At this moment, they want to witness Han Mu's sword beheading the saint!

This opportunity is only once in this life!

"promise!"

Qian Yiming bowed and drank.

"promise!"

All Confucian and Taoist monks in robes and sleeves bowed.

"promise--"

The Daomen and Heavenly Realms cupped their hands together.

At this moment, outside the sky, the spiritual light and blood condensed into a golden flying dragon. The dragon's shadow was a million feet long, directly covering most of the crimson star.

"hold head high--"

The long dragon roared and rammed towards the assembled army.

Han Muye smiled, pointing his sword at Bai Zhanye.

Bai Zhanye and Shi Ming looked at each other with a solemn expression, the Zen staff and the long sword were raised at the same time.

Han Muye's sword formation, Lingbao, coupled with his own cultivation and kendo understanding, made them have to deal with it carefully.

"I have practiced 100,000 li and created 36,000 sword skills."

"Actually, swordsmanship in the world, in the final analysis, is nothing but an attacking technique."

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, took a step forward, and thrust out the sword in his hand.

This sword took ten thousand hummingbirds and charged towards Bai Zhanye.

Bai Zhanye was taken aback for a moment, his eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Huayuan swordsmanship, how is it possible—"

This is his sect's sect's swordsmanship, he himself only understands the fur, how can the other party display it so easily!

But this swordsmanship is light, and the phantoms of flying birds appear. What is the swordsmanship of Zhenzong?

Seeing this swordsmanship, Shi Ming was taken aback for a moment, golden light condensed in his eyes, and his figure quietly retreated.

Just as he stepped back, those hummingbirds who were rushing towards Bai Zhanye turned directly and rammed in front of Shi Ming.

really!

Shi Ming's face sank, and he waved his Zen stick in his hand, turning it into a golden streamer.

"Bam—"

All hummingbirds are stopped.

The hummingbird smashed into the Zen staff and shattered.

But in the next moment, the shattered bodies of these hummingbirds aggregated and turned directly into golden geese!

It is not divided into thousands of people like Bai Zhanye before, but condensed into a more tyrannical geese.

Hongyan's speed was extremely fast, turned around, and wrapped around Bai Zhanye on the side.

Bai Zhanye was already stunned by this sword light, but at this time he was in a hurry, and he used his sword with all his strength to block Hongyan's impact.

"boom--"

A wild goose was hit by a sword in Bai Zhanye's hand.

Hongyan's body collided with the light curtain of the sky wall of the crimson star below.

The light curtain that had been solidified exploded, and the entire star began to turmoil!

But a wild goose has the power to shatter a world!

The Tianxuan practitioners in the back were stunned.

This is the real cultivator confrontation, the light of a sword can shatter a world!

Wouldn't the sword-light swan geese that split into hundreds of thousands shatter thousands of worlds!

Is this Han Muye's true power?

Han Muye, who has this level of combat power, can actually suppress Tianxuan by one person, and can fight countless powerhouses by himself.

He brought the Taixuan Tianjing powerhouse to the outside world this time, it turned out that it was really just to give everyone a chance!

It was only at this moment that everyone saw clearly that, from the beginning to the end, monopolizing the Taoist sect in the southeast of Tianxuan was a joke in front of Han Muye, the new prime minister.

The world of such powerhouses is not something they can speculate at all.

"boom--"

All the geese were chopped to pieces by the sword in Bai Zhanye's hand.

But his expression became more solemn.

The golden shards in front of him blended together, turning into golden dove eagles with blood red!

The body is over 10 feet tall, and its wings are spread out three feet.

"Thorn-"

The long claws of a dove eagle blocked Bai Zhanye's long sword.

Bai Zhanye's body continued to retreat.

In an instant.

But when he looked up, his whole body trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand.

Those dove eagles didn't chase after them at all!

All the dove eagles slammed into Shi Ming at this time, without turning back.

It wasn't until this moment that Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

With Bai Zhanye's inheritance of swordsmanship, the alliance between Bai Zhanye and Shi Ming was divided, and the power of sword light was stimulated to repel Bai Zhanye.

However, from beginning to end, the first person he wanted to kill was not Bai Zhanye, but Shi Ming!

Bai Zhanye, who has already been figured out by him, is no longer a threat to him.

"boom--"

The dove eagle has been ramming in front of Shi Ming.

Shi Ming's face swelled red, and the shadow of a golden Buddha condensed in front of him.

This is the incarnation of his primordial spirit, a transcendent existence.

If it weren't for the suppression of Daoism, this avatar would be able to suppress Han Muye directly.

But at this time, this avatar did not block the collision of the three dove eagles.

"Bam—"

When the three dove eagles shattered, the Buddha's shadow shattered.

Shi Ming released the golden Zen staff in his hand, and the Zen staff turned into a Buddha banner, which was stacked in front of him.

He recited the scriptures in his mouth, shrouded in Buddha light, and turned into a golden armored general.

At this time, the power of the explanation has reached the limit of heaven.

Such a tyrannical defense force can never be broken in the land of Taoism.

It was not until golden dragon shadows appeared in front of him and the light of scriptures intertwined that Shi Ming was relieved.

He looked up and saw that Han Muye had a smile on his face.

What's the meaning?

His eyes fell on the stopped dove eagle, and Shi Ming couldn't help shaking.

The dove eagles collided with each other and turned into a peacock with a height of ten feet.

This peacock has the power to dissolve all things!

Born out of the power of geomagnetism, it far exceeds any power between heaven and earth.

"call out--"

The peacock opened its mouth, and the five-color halo wrapped Shi Ming, and then swallowed it directly into the belly.

A saint was swallowed just like that!

Shi Ming put his hands together, closed his eyes and fell into the peacock's body, and then disappeared along with the peacock's body.

Without the light of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth to feed back, it means that there is no direct fall.

But at this time, the Buddhist saint has no idea where he is.

Han Muye turned his head and looked at Bai Zhanye, whose body was shaking like a sieve.

"Wanci Chongming swordsmanship, this is the lost swordsmanship of my Tuyuan Sword Sect, what are you, how could you—"

This swordsmanship is lost.

Bai Zhanye has only repaired the defects.

But Han Muye deduced from this incomplete swordsmanship, and obtained a more complete and powerful swordsmanship.

The five-colored peacock directly devoured a saint with the power of magnetism.

Who wouldn't be afraid of this kind of swordsmanship?

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand.

Bai Zhanye's face was pale, his body froze, and he retreated frantically.

escape!

A kendo saint, facing the sword of a sword cultivator, escaped like this!

In front of the tens of thousands of troops, in front of countless heavenly powerhouses, a saint fled like that.

At this moment, it was as if the sky and the earth had collapsed, and the originally magnificent army formation was instantly shattered.

The saints have escaped, what can they do?

"kill!"

Han Muye snorted without hesitation.

The 10,000-day dragon behind him rushed out directly.

No one dared to disobey Han Muye's will!

"boom--"

The long dragon slammed into the army formation and smashed countless soldiers into pieces.

At this moment, Han Muye turned around and looked at the crimson star below.

Bai Zhanye escaped.

If Bai Zhanye didn't escape, he should be able to sense the turbulent aura on Han Muye's body at this time.

Han Muye's spiritual qi cultivation was only just beginning to transform into a god, and relying on swordsmanship and kendo cultivation to suppress a saint was already his limit.

If Bai Zhanye had used his sword just now, Han Muye could only give up on suppressing Shi Ming.

Although he said that he wanted to kill two saints, he was only talking about it.

It is too difficult to directly kill two saints.

But at this time, Bai Zhanye escaped.

Han Muye looked at the crimson star in front of him with a smile on his face.

At that time, Tianxuan Daozu used a hundred-mile star to refine the Dao Yuanding.

The crimson star in front of him is much wider than the hundred-mile star, and the light and gold is too precious.

What's more, he also suppressed a saint in his hands.

If you don't come to refine the weapon when you wait for a good opportunity, you will be struck by lightning.

Based on a world of stars, with saints and spirits, the treasures refined in this way can impress those Taoist ancestors who are watching.

Han Muye raised his head and looked into the depths of the empty space.

Although he can't see it, he knows that at this time, countless Dao Ancestor's eyes and spiritual thoughts are falling on him.

"Chongbao is heartwarming, I don't believe you won't end early."

Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, and the long dragon that gathered the strength of 10,000 Profound Sky Realm cultivators drew endless blood and blood, turned it into flames, and wrapped the crimson star below.

In his palm, a phantom of a Buddha was shrouded in multicolored light and fell directly.

"The stars are refining, the saint enters the spirit, the lunatic..." In the void, a whisper sounded.