Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Xianjun.

"boom--"

Han Qi's double-headed long knife slashed down.

The light of the knife tore apart the sky and the earth.

The God Clan fairy who blocked the way sneered, raised his hand, and raised a red halberd in his palm.

"when--"

Han Qi's long knife was blocked.

There was a sneer on the face of the protoss fairy: "It's just brute force."

As soon as the words fell, the war halberd in his hand turned into thousands of golden lights, and hit Han Qi's war puppet.

After all, he is a figure of Xianjun, and he can see through the shortcomings of Han Qi, a god-slaying war puppet, at a glance.

Whether it is Han Qi or Xiang Lingshuang, they can't control their own powerful power now.

Their combat power is far from Bai Yi when it should have been in its heyday.

"Om—"

A pair of long swords slashed down in the air, and the immortal monarch of the gods raised his hands, and the flashing golden vortexes on his arms pressed against the long swords.

With the strength of one person, he was able to block two war puppets.

"Boom—"

Han Qi, who was turned into golden light by the golden spear and hit his chest, stepped back.

He raised the long knife in his hand and cut it down again.

This time, there was a trace of surprise on the face of the god clan fairy.

His blow, even the immortals of the same level would not dare to take it hard.

How can the guy in front of him who is obviously much worse in cultivation be unscathed?

He naturally didn't know that even if Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang failed to integrate the power of the war puppet for a while, they could still have the abnormal defensive power of the god-slaying war puppet.

Unless they can destroy the war puppets with one blow, they will never be injured.

"boom--"

With this slash, the Immortal Monarch of the Protoss retreated sharply.

The light of the knife sliced ​​open the sky and the earth, allowing the evil spirit of blood in the surrounding void to disperse.

"Rush." ​​Han Muye shouted, Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang rushed forward without hesitation.

Ahead, on the Dripping Blood Cliff, changes were also found here, and there were Taos of immortal lights rising.

Han Muye raised his hand, streaks of celestial light shone, turning into various celestial patterns on the top of his head.

Cheers came from the cliff of dripping blood.

"It's Yunlan Sword Immortal who has arrived!"

"Haha, I knew Zongmen wouldn't ignore us!"

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, that is the strong man who suppressed the City of Buried Immortals."

The message was transmitted in the fairy pattern, and Han Muye's eyes fell on the God Clan fairy who was trying to resist the flying boat and try to stop the flying boat from moving forward.

If he was the only one, Han Muye would choose to attack directly, and together with Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang, kill him.

Joining forces with the two god-slaying war puppets, he is confident that he will leave behind an immortal.

But at this time, in Han Muye's gaze, he clearly saw the aura of the three immortals flying towards him.

Don't take a breath, the other three immortals will come.

With the four immortal monarchs working together, Han Muye is not afraid, and the others on the flying boat are absolutely unstoppable.

What's more, he didn't come here just to fight Xianjun.

He's here to deliver the array.

As long as the array is arranged on the blood-dropping cliff, attracting the strong from the fairy world to gather, and the two sides attack, the army of the gods and the rebels of the Taoist sect can be left behind.

"Go all out."

Han Muye let out a low shout, and a blue long sword appeared in his hand.

The fairy light shone, the sword light condensed, and a thousand-foot sword shadow pierced out.

"when--"

Jian Guang imprisoned the fairy.

Taking advantage of this moment, Xiang Lingshuang slashed down with both swords, on the arms of the god clan fairy.

With a scream, the god-clan fairy turned around and fled.

Han Qi let out a long laugh, and cut off the double-headed long knife in his hand, cutting off the blood in front of him, leading the flying boat behind him to rush up the blood dripping cliff.

The blood-colored light formations on the Dripping Blood Cliff, the golden light in Han Muye's hands flickered, mirroring the light formations.

"It's Yunlan Sword Immortal, opening the big formation."

There was a voice from Blood Dropping Cliff.

Then a golden curtain of light unfolded, enveloping the flying boat and dragging it into Blood Dropping Cliff.

When the golden light dissipated, there were several old men in scarlet battle armor standing in front of Han Muye.

Elsewhere, immortal cultivators who were covered in blood or looked tired stood up.

Many people's breathing was unstable, and some people's faces were pale, and their armor was broken.

"Everyone, Mr. Han came late, seniors have suffered." Han Muye bowed.

The news behind him was cut off, and his own family betrayed him.

Dripping Blood Cliff has been able to support it until now, and it is also a firm will.

He looked at the immortals in front of him with a look of admiration on his face.

Daomen, Jinyu Xianjun, Wuchen Xianjun.

Sword Sect, Myriad Spirit Immortal Monarch.

Taosi Xianjun and Zhuliang Xianjun of the bloody battle sect.

There are also two immortals presiding over the formation on Dripping Blood Cliff, one is seriously injured and recuperating, and the other was tricked out of Dripping Blood Cliff by Taoism a few days ago and fell under the cliff.

"Hey, if you don't come, Yunlan Sword Immortal, we really can't hold on to Dripping Blood Cliff."

Immortal Wan Ling shook his head and let out a sigh.

Down below, streaks of divine light have charged forward.

The large formation on Dripping Blood Cliff opened the passage, and the Protoss took advantage of the situation.

Several immortal monarchs looked at each other, their bodies were filled with immortal light, and their faces were solemn.

It will take a moment to close this passage, just this moment, it will be a bloody battle.

"Seniors, don't wait, I'll go for a fight."

Han Muye let out a low snort, then turned to look at Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang.

The two nodded, and Xiang Lingshuang's figure changed into a thousand-foot-tall golden armored idol.

The thick four feet stepped out, and smashed a piece of divine light with one foot.

Han Qi is a seven-headed dragon sculpture that has turned into a thousand feet, with four pairs of wings flapping, and a golden flame-like streamer spewing out from its mouth.

The flame fell, and within a hundred thousand feet, all the divine light was suppressed.

This ray of light borrows the power of Xuantian Divine Fire to incinerate all kinds of power.

Han Muye stepped forward with one step, and unsheathed the long sword in his hand, triggering a cyan sword light.

The sword light turned into a dragon of light and shadow thousands of feet away, roaring out, beheading the gods whose divine light was suppressed.

Layers of divinity dissipated, dyeing the blood-colored world into gold.

Han Muye didn't stop, and flew out of the blood dripping cliff, pointing forward with the sword in his hand.

The sword light gathered again.

The three of them stood in front of the blood-dropping cliff and blocked the passage.

At this time, in front of him, the aura of the immortal monarchs of the three gods had descended.

But Han Muye and Han Qi didn't intend to give in at all.

So what about Xianjun?

Today, it is Xianjun who is fighting.

"What a powerful sword cultivator." On Dripping Blood Cliff, Zhuliang Xianjun of the Blood War Sect whispered softly.

Although he is not a swordsman, he also practiced swordsmanship, and he has a deep study of swordsmanship.

With Han Muye's sword strike, he already saw the depth of it.

Immortal Wan Ling nodded.

I heard earlier that Jianzong came out with a junior who was called invincible, but looking at it now, he really can rule the roost among his peers.

"boom--"

Han Muye kept the sword in his hand, and the immortal light condensed into a beam of light, slashing forward.

Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang rushed out without hesitation.

Confront the three immortals!

Anyway, I have already entered Blood Dropping Cliff, there is a large array of guards behind me, and there are several immortal kings watching the array, what are you afraid of?

The three God Clan immortals glanced at each other, and spread apart, blocking Han Muye and the others.

Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang shot with all their strength and suppressed the fairy in front of them.

Han Muye swayed the sword light in his hand, and the escaping sword light could immediately bring down the surrounding gods.

"Get out of the way!"

A fairy shouted lowly, and the divine light on his body turned into a pair of light wings, and his figure shuttled faster and faster.

But Han Muye in front of him was unmoved at all, just swung the sword in his hand, blocking all his attacks.

What's more, Han Muye's sword is haunted, and if he is not careful, it may hurt his body.

The three God Clan immortals didn't dare to fight with all their strength, while Han Muye and the others had a hearty fight.

Han Muye was able to come and go freely with his sword light alone, so that the three immortals could not let go.

Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang didn't care about it, and just blasted with all their strength.

Until half a day later, there was a tremor on Dripping Blood Cliff.

Just now Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, and the long sword was sheathed.

Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang also turned into humans again, landed beside him, and then the three flew around.

The three god clan immortals had hatred on their faces, but there was nothing they could do.

The blood-dropping cliff formation uses the strength of the blood-dropping cliff to allow only this void where they can fight. Even if they have strong players, they can't intervene.

As for catching up to Dripping Blood Cliff, it is even more impossible, the formation on Dripping Blood Cliff is extremely lethal.

"Hmph, so what if there are reinforcements? Chengyuezong sent news that their dark hands have been deployed. As long as they are activated, there will be chaos on the Dripping Blood Cliff." A gloomy God Clan fairy said coldly.

The other two immortals nodded, moved and fled away.

In the void on the other side, a God Clan immortal who has been unable to hide also surged with red divine light and flickered away.

"Yunlan is good at swordsmanship."

"These two, good tricks." On Dripping Blood Cliff, Immortal Jin Yu greeted him with a smile.

Of course the other immortals also had smiles on their faces.

They knew what Han Muye meant, and they could talk on an equal footing by directly showing their own strength.

Sure enough, Han Muye returned to Dripping Blood Cliff and communicated with several immortals without any barriers.

This is the case in the world of practice, everything depends on strength.

Dripping Blood Cliff looks like a cliff from the outside, but it actually occupies a lot of land.

According to the Rain Covering Immortal World, this is the node that occupies the Rain Covering Immortal World and the void.

If Dripping Blood Cliff is captured, there will be less barriers to the outside world.

Han Muye stepped on Blood Dropping Cliff, and also found that the atmosphere here was intertwined and messy, not only the remnants of the power of heaven and earth from the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, but also the impact of power from other worlds.

No wonder the force stationed here is far stronger than that of Xianxian City.

This place is clearly a chaotic place.

Standing on the Dripping Blood Cliff, one can see the celestial light and divine light shining in the void not far behind.

The roaring sound continued.

There, it was supposed to be the rear of this world, but now it is occupied by the Daoist and Protoss army, and it has become the vanguard in attacking Blood Dropping Cliff.

The two immortals who are in charge of the formation are going all out at this time, and they can only barely maintain the operation of the formation.

Void vibrations can be seen with the naked eye.

"I hate the rebellion of the Taoist sect. They were forced to rush to kill them. There were heavy casualties on the blood-dropping cliff." When they arrived at the main hall where the immortal monarch stationed on the blood-dropping cliff, Wan Ling Xianjun said in a deep voice.

These words left the two Taoist immortals speechless.

The Daoist sect didn't live up to expectations, and they couldn't do anything about it.

"Yunlan, the suzerain said that he will send a treasure." Immortal Lord Wan Ling looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded, and took out a golden formation disk in his hand.

The sky-shaking gold plate, this is the teleportation treasure that can break through the barriers of heaven and earth.

Seeing this treasure, everyone in the hall showed joy on their faces.

When this treasure was delivered, everyone did not hesitate, and directly aroused it in the hall.

With a bang, a pillar of light rose into the sky.

To arouse the power of this treasure, it is not a day's work, but at least three immortal monarchs are needed to fully stimulate it.

Han Muye was a newcomer and was arranged to rest. In the main hall, Immortal Jin Yu of Daoist sect, Immortal Lord of Sword Sect Wanling, and Immortal Lord Taosi of Blood War Sect remained.

The two immortals Wu Chen and Casting Volume are temporarily repairing.

"It will take at least ten days to activate the teleportation power of the gold plate. During this time, if there is an attack from a foreign enemy, we must resist it with all our strength."

"Also, after seven days, the three immortals can't support the gold plate, so we need to take it up."

Immortal Lord Wuchen looked at Han Muye and sighed softly: "This time my Daoist sect has been greatly damaged, and I don't know what it will be like in the Rain-Flooding Immortal Realm in the future."

He said that Han Muye knew about it, but he couldn't give him any answer.

The Taoist sect that was originally the leader and overlord of the Rain-covering Immortal Realm split, and its strength was greatly damaged.

The power of the entire Rain-covering Immortal Realm may have to be reshuffled.

There is no action at present because all parties need to deal with the army of the gods with all their strength.

As long as Blood Dropping Cliff is settled down, it is time to solve the Dao Gate.

For Han Muye, the general trend of the Rain-covered Immortal Realm has little to do with him.

It's just that he is in charge of the City of Burying Immortals, no matter what, he can't escape participating in such important events.

And, maybe you can get a piece of it.

"Don't worry, Immortal Monarch, I am one with the Yuyu Immortal Realm, so it won't be too much." Han Muye didn't say anything dead.

There are some things that he can't just talk about.

With his current right to speak in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, he is not yet qualified to decide the general situation.

Wuchen Xianjun nodded, sighed, turned and left.

The station Han Muye and the others arranged on Blood Dropping Cliff is not far from the main hall.

Standing in front of the blue-red building, the world in front of Han Muye was full of blood red.

Among the primordial spirit swords in his body, the Slaughtering Immortal Sword condensed with the intent to kill was already impatient, and it was Han Muye who forcibly suppressed it to make it safe.

If not, the Immortal Killing Sword must fly out to absorb the killing energy.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and Han Muye saw a trace of strange power surging in the red evil spirit.

When he observed it carefully, it seemed that it was gone again.

What kind of power is this?

Concentrated and calm, contemplating for a moment, his heart moved.

The blood of Baxia quietly emerged in his body.

This time, the world in front of him has changed slightly.

There seemed to be a golden thread floating in front of him.

Han Muye had seen this golden thread before.

Inheritance of Tongtian Immortal Venerable!

Here, there is also the arrangement of Tongtian Immortal Venerable?

At the beginning, Cangyun Xianjun only said that the Burial Immortal City and Broken Soul Valley were his arrangements.

Han Muye walked forward in the direction guided by the golden thread.

Before he knew it, he had stepped into a rocky cliff.

On the cliff, there are caves several feet high, deep and blood red.

Stepping into the cave, the evil spirit of blood is so strong that it seems to be condensed into substance.

These caves are the foundation of the blood dripping cliff formation.

Countless practitioners hid in it, urging the formation.

Han Muye walked to the depths of a cave, where thousands of practitioners could be seen sitting in front of the blood-colored altar.

Each of these people is covered with haggardness, and it seems that they will fall at any time.

On the altar in front of them, a cloud of golden blood drops was suspended.

Seeing this drop of blood, Han Muye's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

He finally knew why he was guided here.

This drop of blood is clearly the blood of a tyrant!

It is not the arrangement of Tongtian Immortal Venerable, but the power of bloodlines.

When Han Muye arrived, those immortal cultivators sitting around the altar also turned their heads.

"Boy, from which family, what did you do?" A silver-haired old man said, his voice was old, like a candle in the wind.

Most of the immortal cultivators residing on the Dripping Blood Cliff are dispatched.

They reside in these caves and have no contact with the outside world at all.

In this way, they didn't know that in the world of practice, there was the rise of the City of Burying Immortals, and the birth of Yunlan Sword Immortal.

"Han Muye, a disciple of the Sword Sect."

Han Muye opened his mouth, his eyes swept over the front, his heart moved, and he spoke again: "If it's the origin, it probably has something to do with the Murong family."

Hearing him talking about Murong's family, the old men in front of the altar stood up with excited expressions on their faces.

"The Murong family?"

"How is the Murong family now?"

"Boy, whose descendant are you?"

Han Muye looked up and saw that these people's blood was weak, and they seemed to be about to perish at any moment.

The realm of cultivation is like a fairy, but it no longer has the power it should have.

"Seniors, how many of the Murong family are guarding Blood Dropping Cliff?"

Han Muye cupped his hands, raised his head and said, "Murong's family has now moved to Yunlan City in the wilderness, so there is hope for revival."

wilderness?

Yunlan City?

The old men looked at each other with blank faces.

"wilderness?"

"The Taoists still haven't let my Murong family go..."

An old man sighed.

Wasteland, that's not a good place.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Murong Zhuo, forget it, Taoism has always acted like this, so my Xue family also lost like this?" An old man covered in tatters shook his head and said softly.

The other old people sighed.

Daoist sects are not as overbearing as Sword Sect and Blood Battle Sect, but once they make a move, they are continuous and do not give a chance.

Vicious and vicious even surpassed other sects.

Many forces that offended the Taoist sect were wiped out unconsciously.

"Little fellow daoist, can you tell me in detail what happened to my Murong family?" An old man with slightly disheveled hair and a pale complexion looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded, and whispered about the situation of Murong's family.

When they heard that the Murong family was defeated and suppressed by all parties because the strong family members were stationed at Blood Dropping Cliff, the complexions of several old people turned red.

Later, all parties wanted to destroy the Murong family, and the Murong family was the first to destroy the family. Everyone clenched their fists.

Empathize.

Who hasn't had such an experience?

Approximately, the extinction process of each family is similar.

"Cloud Lane City?"

"Sword Immortal Yunlan?"

"One person, one sword, protect Murong's family from the Taoist gate?"

"how can that be?"

When Han Muye said that under his protection, the Murong family left the Taoist sect and took root in Yunlan City, everyone couldn't believe it.

The elders of the Murong family also looked puzzled.

Fortunately, Han Muye was well prepared.

Before coming to Dripping Blood Cliff, he searched for Murong's family when he was in Yunlan City, and used their bloodline secret method to memorize a lot of information.

At this time, he directly took out the golden jade slips.

"My Murong family's blood art!"

The old man named Murong Zhuo stood up.

Others also looked excited.

After receiving the jade slip handed over by Han Muye, everyone's expressions changed.

After a long time, several people looked at Han Muye.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal."

"My Murong family's blood is endless, please accept my obeisance."

Several people straightened their clothes and bowed to Han Muye.

So what if they are strong Void Transformers, can't they keep their own blood?

Now that the person in front of him takes action to save his own blood, it is naturally worthy of this worship.

What's more, can you protect the Murong family thousands of miles away? One person and one sword help Murong's family go to the wilderness. This kind of loyalty is worth worshiping.

Many of the other old men also reached out to take the jade slips and saw the message in them.

"You are Yunlan Sword Immortal!"

"One person, one sword protects Murong's family, the world's sword fairy has such a character as you!"

One after another, the elderly stood up.

Han Muye nodded.

"In the mortal world, I have been favored by senior Murong Zheng, and I have a relationship with the Murong family."

No one will shoot for no reason.

He, Han Muye, helped Murong's family to repay Murong Zheng's favor, and also for his own way.

"Murong Zheng..." Beside Murong Zhuo, an old man shook his head and said in a low voice, "Unfortunately, we still..."

His words stopped.

The others looked at each other without speaking.

After getting acquainted with Murong's family, Han Muye was quickly accepted in this cave.

Hearing everyone's words, he had a better understanding of the current situation of Dripping Blood Cliff.

The current pressure on the entire Blood Dropping Cliff is even more terrifying than imagined.

Murong Zhuo and the others maintained the operation of the formation to the point where it ran out of fuel.

Without fresh practitioners to supplement, it won't last for half a month.

"The Taoist sect presides over this place, we old guys are here to die." Murong Zhuo showed a trace of loneliness on his face.

Everyone in the Taoist sect knows the methods of dispelling disobedient forces, but they can't resist.

Fortunately, the big formation only needs to last for seven days. When the Heaven-Suppressing Golden Plate is fully activated, more new cultivators will arrive, and everyone will be able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well, when the reinforcements arrive, I can suggest that the cultivators on Dripping Blood Cliff return to the Rain-covered Immortal Realm." Han Muye looked at the Murong family and said softly.

It is a pity that there are so many masters from the Murong family who have come to Dripping Blood Cliff, and now there are only so few people left.

Han Muye's words made everyone in Murong's family look a bit bewildered.

They don't know if they still have the chance to reply to the Yuxian world.

The three days passed in a flash, and at the end of the third day, Han Muye and the others went to the main hall to exchange for the three immortals who moved the gold plate.

It's just that Han Muye, who was about to enter the main hall, was stopped by Xianjun Miaoyuan who had healed his wounds and left the customs.

Immortal Lord Miaoyuan said that Han Muye's cultivation base was not enough, if there was a mistake in driving Jin Pan, there would be a lot of trouble.

In the end, Immortal Miaoyuan, Immortal Wuchen and Immortal Zhuliang stepped into the hall.

The Wanling Immortals who came out of the hall were pale, obviously exhausted.

Lord Wan Ling and the others talked to Han Muye before going to retreat.

Fortunately, the Jinpan is now unblocked, and has been able to contact the Fuyu Immortal Realm. As long as the final transmission method is arranged, it will be able to welcome the strong people from the Immortal Realm.

As long as the strong man from the fairy world came, Han Muye's mission would be almost completed.

Afterwards, it was not his business to be stationed at Blood Dropping Cliff.

On the sixth day, Han Muye was awakened from the retreat.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, I think something is wrong." Murong Zhuo found Han Muye and said in a low voice.

wrong?

When Han Muye followed him into the depths of the cave, his eyes also revealed surprise.

The golden blood drop on the altar, the divine light on it was much weaker.

What's going on?

This weak divine light means that the power of the large formation is exhausted.

"If this is the case, the formation will not last for ten days."

The old man beside Murong Zhuo spoke in a low voice.

Ten days?

That's enough.

Han Muye looked up at the golden blood drop, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

He turned around and left, and just outside the hall, he heard exclamations from inside.

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