Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 479 The decisive battle of Taoism 3 (33)

With the power of one person, alone against the army of the fairy world!

Behind Han Muye, all the practitioners in the Profound Sky World were full of grief and anger.

If their own cultivation base is enough, they are also willing to go forward and fight to the death.

But at the moment of so many major repairs, the sacrifice of their lives is meaningless.

There is only one person in this world who can block the army of fairy spirits.

Han Muye.

Tianxuan Han Xiang.

"Om-"

Dang Wuyou didn't wait for the slightest bit, and directly ordered the puppet of the court to slash down at Han Muye.

The power of the divine court puppet's control is more tyrannical than that of the divine court dark guard. With a single knife, it instantly freezes a thousand miles of void.

If this sword can't be stopped, not only Han Muye, but also the many practitioners of the Sky Profound Realm behind him will fall together.

It was said that only Han Muye was killed, but in fact Han Muye fell, how could he still leave the practitioners in the Profound Sky World?

Honor and disgrace.

The long sword in Han Muye's hand shone with a dazzling halo.

Behind him, the seven-epied sword tower lights up layer by layer.

In the illusion, another nine-story sword tower also appeared golden halo layer upon layer.

It's just that the nine-story sword pagoda is hidden in an illusion, and apart from Han Muye himself, outsiders can't see it.

Thirty million standard long swords, millions of swords of various grades collected over the years, at this moment, in the sword tower behind Han Muye, the sword light turned into stars.

Hidden sword for a hundred years, just for one day.

Just like when he went to the sword pavilion in Jiuxuan Mountain, and cultivated sword tactics, Jiazi was one sword, and one sword was against the heavens.

It turns out that the path of cultivation is the same in the end.

When Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, the light in his eyes was clear, very similar to when his soul condensed into a sword to resist the Wind Spirit Sword Sect at the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain.

Practice, the original heart has never changed.

Hundred years of time, the original intention does not change!

"I'm Jian Xiu."

"There is a sword in my heart."

"I have a sword in my hand."

"My sword," Han Muye's voice resounded, stabbed in front of the sword, rushed forward: "Guard everything I want to guard."

Kendo is the way of breaking and standing. It can break all things, but what is standing?

It is the thought of the heart, and it is to protect the peace of the heart.

With the hilt in hand, peace of mind.

Han Muye's mind changed rapidly after the sword was stabbed.

He has a feeling that his body is transformed into a sword, and the man and the sword are united.

His divine soul sword intent has been condensed into a divine soul sword. If the primordial spirit is in harmony with the fleshly body, it will be a step further and step into the realm of a saint.

"when--"

The long sword collided with Chang Dang, the roar was ups and downs, and thousands of miles of clouds were scattered.

The Profound Sky World shook, all kinds of forces intertwined in the sky, and aura shone.

Han Muye stood in the same position, pointing the front of the sword in his hand.

The tall body of the God Court puppet slammed into the back, and it was only ten miles away that it froze.

In the void, whether it was the Dao Ancestor who witnessed the Dao Contest or the powerhouses who attacked and killed in the Immortal Spirit World, they all looked at Han Muye who was still in shock.

A sword knocks back the puppet of the court of God, is there really anyone in the world who can do it?

The power of the puppet of the court, but in charge of the fairy treasure, one person can fight the existence of Tianzun.

Even if this world is locked down due to Taoism, it can only show the power of a saint, but the battle power of the puppet of the gods is also the pinnacle of the saint's realm.

"Tianxuan Han Xiang is already strong to this level?" A Taoist ancestor whispered a little absently.

From presiding over to witness the Dao Contest to the present, although Han Muye has often been outside the surveillance, how could Han Muye have improved to this level of combat power in less than a hundred years?

The other Taoists were silent.

Han Muye can be said to have grown up step by step under their eyes.

It is a joy to watch such a talented person grow.

"Unfortunately, no matter how strong he is, today is a mortal situation..." A Taoist ancestor shook his head, and there was regret in his spiritual sense.

Sorry for Han Muye's fall.

Ten miles away, Dang Wuyou narrowed his eyes, and a faint killing intent emerged from his body.

The aura in his hand turned into threads, penetrating into the void one by one.

Behind him, the original dull face of the God Court puppet showed a trace of agility.

In the void, the cultivators on the flying boats for the last three days looked cold and looked at the battlefield ahead.

Han Muye held the sword in his hand, and the sword light condensed again.

"boom--"

The divine court puppet that was wrapped in the wind and thunder flew over, slashed horizontally with the long sword, and then took the blood-colored dragon and wrapped it directly towards Han Muye.

The light of the knife tore the void, and the light of the knife turned into a dragon shadow.

The sound of the dragon's roar resounded, and the light of the sword penetrated directly into the mind, shocking the soul.

The confinement of blood and spiritual energy, this sword is the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world.

The divine court puppet slashed, causing countless people to change color.

There are very few practitioners in the world who can practice the sword technique to this level.

"In ancient times, there was a sword master Wang Zhengwu, who swept the world with a long sword. Later, this senior stepped up to Xiantai and went to the fairyland..."

A Taoist ancestor who witnessed the Taoism opened his eyes wide and whispered in his mouth, and his spiritual sense was instantly messy.

Dao of the sword is powerful.

Fly to the fairyland.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible..." Someone whispered blankly, gritted his teeth, and stared at the puppet.

"Wang Zhengwu has a move to cut mountains and rivers, and that sword can cut off the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, blocking one world."

The long sword slashed horizontally, and Han Muye handed out the sword again.

"when--"

Within 10,000 miles, the spiritual energy was directly shaken into nothingness, and countless Tianxuan practitioners were unable to stabilize their bodies and fell directly.

Those flying boats in the fairy world also had to retreat.

The sword energy on Han Muye's body collapsed, and the whole body flew out. The sword light swayed on the seven-story sword tower behind him, as if it was about to disperse immediately.

The God Court puppet holding the long sword stood in place, and the long sword was raised again.

Dang Wuyou's body suffocated, and the whole body slowly became virtual, almost merging with the puppet.

"Han Muye, I have never been afraid of fighting with Wen Mosheng for thousands of years."

"Because he can defend himself, but he has no spirit."

"But you are different." Looking at Han Muye, the killing intent in Dangyouyou's eyes solidified.

Appreciate or cooperate.

In the end, it's a matter of life and death.

Since life and death are divided, it is impossible to keep hands.

Dangyouyou is a great man and a hero.

He has been able to suppress the fairy world for countless years, relying not only on tyrannical combat power, but also on ruthless means.

At this time, his heroic spirit was undoubtedly displayed.

"Han Muye, let me tell you a secret."

"I have already made an agreement with the Spirit Armor Monster Race. If the Dao Contest sacrifices this world for three days, they will take action."

"With the strength of their family, they can definitely block it for three days and make sacrifices empty."

"Our fairy world will last forever."

"Unfortunately, you can't see all this."

Perhaps in the final decisive battle, the sword light from Han Muye's back was smashed away with one sword, the victory was in hand, and there were more Dangyou words.

The killing intent on his body finally condensed into a line, matching the puppet behind him.

The long sword was raised, killing intent and fighting intent intertwined, turning into a white tiger.

"Ancient Sword Intent."

"Broken Mountains and Rivers, really Broken Mountains and Rivers..."

"How can this temple puppet be an ancient power that has already ascended to the Immortal Realm..."

Those Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist struggle all exclaimed.

Even if I had guessed before, I dare not imagine that this scene really happened.

The ancient power has already ascended to the Immortal Realm, why did he become a puppet and appear in this realm?

Broken mountains and rivers.

Although Han Muye didn't know this sword, he could sense the ancient mighty will it carried.

The murderous intent condensed on this knife made him chill.

This knife is extremely strong.

If this sword could not be stopped, the Profound Sky World behind it would be chopped to pieces with a single sword.

Mountains and rivers can be broken.

It is interesting to fight against such a strong man.

His eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

He pointed to the front of the long sword in his hand, and behind his back, the sword light on the Sevenfold Sword Tower reconvened.

Behind him, the thirty million swords in the Nine-layered Sword Pagoda vibrated and turned into long dragons of sword light.

"Senior, I have a sword, which is inherited from the ancient great energy Heavenly Sword God, and combined with the ten thousand swords of Master Mo Yuan."

"This sword, I named it, Star Tribulation."

The sword light is entrenched in a long dragon, and 30 million sword lights are like magnificent and endless starlight, illuminating the sky.

The sword in Han Muye's hand changed from shining to light. In the inheritance of the Sword God of Yuantian, the sword light broke through time and space, and the ten thousand swords learned from Mo Yuan were brought together into one.

The kendo that breaks through time and space is the ultimate kendo in the world.

The unity of ten thousand swords is the ultimate accumulation of swordsmanship in the world.

At this time, the sword in Han Muye's hand was also the pinnacle of sword cultivation in the world.

With the ultimate swordsmanship in the world, the ultimate in the ancient swordsmanship.

In the void, all breaths are imprisoned.

All the power surged and turned into swords colliding.

Before the move, the meaning of the sword has begun to collide.

Knife, breaking mountains and rivers.

Sword, star robbery.

"boom--"

The sword light collided with the sword light, causing the sky and the earth to vibrate continuously for millions of miles.

Countless scattered sword lights and sword intent shredded the void, turning the world into nothingness.

In the world that had been sealed off, the power of that seal was torn apart.

Those Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Dao struggle had to protect the space with all their strength.

If it is not protected, the blockade of Taoism will collapse.

"boom--"

The swords in the void collided into a loud bang, and the entanglement of power finally turned into a constantly rotating void.

Smash the power of Taoism!

"town."

There was a voice in the void.

The auras turned into golden nets of light, pressing down the broken void and slowly disappearing.

Tianzun can make a move!

Those Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoism struggle were all silent, bowing their heads and saying nothing.

The town was torn apart by the two powerhouses in the land of Taoism, and they were all faceless as witnesses to the Taoism.

The power of Taoist ancestors, that's all?

"It's all monsters..." After a long time, someone whispered.

Whether it's Dang Wuyou who controls the puppet of the God Court, or Han Muye, who drives the peak of kendo with a single sword, they are all monsters that are rare in the world.

People like this are hard to see for thousands of years.

But who would have thought that such characters would appear in the land of Taoism?

Heavenly Venerate made a move, and the hole in the void was slowly repaired. Han Muye held a long sword and stood opposite Dang Wuyou.

"Om-"

The sword light vibrated, and the golden puppet figure slowly turned into an illusory figure, but Dang Wuyou's figure was even more illusory.

"Cough, you are very strong." Dang Wuyou looked at Han Muye and said with emotion, "You are the second person I have seen in my life who has cultivated swordsmanship to the extreme."

With nostalgia on his face, he said softly, "The first one is Yuantian."

Slowly raising the long knife in his hand, Dang Wuyou raised his hand and flicked: "When—"

The blade vibrates.

Han Muye looked at Dangyouyou, silent for a moment, and then whispered, "Senior Dangyouyou, let's go."

go well.

Dang Wuyou's soul has completely dissipated. At this time, what he stood in front of him was just a puppet of the divine court. No, it was the ancient swordsman.

Wang Zhengwu.

"Om-"

Dang Wuyou's long knife in his hand rolled with light, turned his head and looked at the sky.

"Wood God, Suijun, I know you are all here."

"I want to tell you that after ascending to the Immortal Stage, the Spiritual Qi will be purified in the Spirit Transformation Pond, and all cultivation in this world will be destroyed."

Holding a long knife, Dang Wuyou looks up to the sky and drinks.

"Those who cannot transform spirits into immortals in the Spirit Transformation Pond will be used by immortals as materials to refine immortal treasures." Dang Wuyou's face showed a sad expression.

"I have practiced for countless years, and in front of those cultivators in the immortal world, it is just a material like spiritual medicine and spiritual materials."

"This is the fairyland you long for, this is the fairyland you want to open the Ascension Stage and fly away!"

Worry-free voice rippling in the void.

Whether it was the three-day powerhouses in front of him, or the Dao Ancestor who witnessed the Dao struggle, they all listened silently, with changing expressions on their faces.

Many practitioners are ignorant of these things that Dangwuyou said.

You can imagine, all of a sudden it was cold.

After practicing for countless years, it turned out to be just a panacea in the eyes of others.

The longer the cultivation time, the higher the age of the elixir.

That's all.

"Demon talk to confuse the public."

In the void, a voice sounded.

A long cyan river appeared in the void.

"Shuijun." Dang Wuyou drank lowly.

The long river rolled back, and the waves wrapped around Dang Wuyou's body.

Dangyouyou's face changed drastically, he raised his hand, and threw the long knife in his hand, flying towards Han Muye.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to catch the long sword, his eyes fixed on the long river in front of him.

In the void, the long river swept away, and the worry-free figure disappeared in its place.

An ancient power, the peak of the Dao of the Blade, a strong man who returned from Immortal Realm, was swallowed like this.

The long river was surging, and waves of waves stirred up, smashing down on Han Muye's head.

The ancients can make a move.

This wave looked in front of him, but there was no way to avoid it.

This is the way that contains time and space. The long river is in front of you, and it is eternal.

If swallowed by the river, it will be erased from the river of time. It is impossible for such a person to exist in this space.

In the face of such an attack, only the power that truly controls the power of time and space can resist.

In front of this wave, not to mention Han Muye, even the world's top power, there are not many who can stop him.

This is the ancient power, once he makes a move, he will never show mercy.

What about genius, what about Tianjiao, directly obliterate.

At this moment, everyone looked at Han Muye in front of him with complicated expressions.

"Shui Jun." Han Muye's eyes flashed a gleam of light as he looked at the waves in front of him.

This is the power that has controlled the water veins of this world since the ancient times, and the power of heaven and earth in the God Court era, and the power of luck and the world of heaven and earth are connected.

Taking a deep breath, endless sword light burst out from Han Muye's body.

In his hand, a sword pill was tightly held.

The sword energy went straight into the sword pill, and the sword light flashed from my mind,

Pieces of top-quality spirit stones appeared around him, and then exploded.

"Senior Yuantian please use the sword."

In Han Muye's mind, a long sword fell from the sky.

This sword light merged with the sword light in Han Muye's hand, and slashed toward the long river in front of him.