Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Let's go back to the city first."

Taking a deep breath, Chuanling Jinxian looked at Hu Yulong and lowered his voice: "Immortal Yuanshe dares to intercept and kill my disciples, this matter is not over."

"After you go back, you go to Yunlongxuan to sit in the town."

"I'll go to the fifth floor and report to Xianzun."

After speaking, he turned and left the deck, and went straight back to his cabin.

It wasn't until a golden light circle rose in the cabin that he cautiously opened his hands.

In his palm, there was a cyan light cluster lingering.

This ball of light is illusory, revealing endless mysterious power, it seems that if you look at it even more, you will lose your mind.

"origin……"

This is the original power of the Hulingxu Realm!

Just now, the moment Han Muye flew out, he handed this object into his hands.

Han Muye got the source that the immortal wanted, and now he is hunted down by the immortal.

Is Yuanshen Xianjun trying to steal the origin that belongs to Xianzun?

"Zhenyang Tower, you wait." Putting away the source, Chuanling Jinxian gritted his teeth and whispered.

Outside the cabin, on the deck, Hu Yunlong's expression changed.

On the other flying boats, those cultivators were silent.

The incarnation of an immortal monarch was beheaded by their fellow Han Muye.

Now that Xianjun came after him, Han Muye chose to deal with it alone.

Everyone can't express how they feel right now.

sorrow?

have no choice?

indignation?

Have it all.

Most of the immortal cultivators in this fleet have received the help of Han Muye and benefited from the Ruins Realm.

They also recognized the strength of Han Muye's avatar in the market.

At this time, Han Muye chose to sacrifice himself, which shocked them.

"Fellow Daoist Yunlong, what can we do?"

In the distance, an old man in a blue robe with a fairy light flashing behind his back spoke loudly.

"That's right, the battle in the ruins world doesn't involve the outside world, so can the immortal king do whatever he wants?" On another flying boat, a middle-aged man wearing this green and red battle armor shouted.

Hu Yunlong nodded, and said loudly: "Don't worry, everyone, Brother Chuan Ling will naturally care about it."

"Using the means of fellow Daoist Han, even Xianjun may not be able to do anything to him."

Everyone nodded and steered the flying boat to Wanhua City.

At this time, Han Muye had already fled tens of thousands of miles away.

He stopped, and the light of the long sword in his hand flickered with a deep halo.

Behind the scenes, Yuan She Xianjun has arrived.

"You are dead--"

Yuanshe Xianjun shouted wildly.

"Canglang—"

Han Muye turned around and swung his sword.

Absolute Immortal Sword.

Source power!

In this abyss of death where the power of death is everywhere, the power of heaven and earth is suppressed, and the lethality of the Immortal Trapping Sword is greatly weakened. Only the Immortal Sword and the original power can show enough combat power.

Blessing the original power with the Absolute Immortal Sword, even a fairy can fight!

"when--"

The long sword was blocked by a black long knife in the hand of Immortal Yuan She.

There was a decaying air on the black long knife, and when it was hit by the sword light, more cracks appeared on the knife.

Under this sword, Xianjun Yuanshe retreated uncontrollably.

There was horror in his eyes.

"You's swordsmanship is so strong!" Killing intent surged on his body, and behind him, a ten-foot-tall phantom wearing broken black armor emerged.

As soon as the phantom appeared, the power of death around him no longer evaporated, but gathered towards his black armor.

This black armor is a treasure!

Moreover, it is also a treasure after the power of the world in Fang Tianyuan has been continuously soaked.

With the power of the black armor, Yuanshe Xianjun's combat power in Tianyuan will not only not be damaged, but will also be increased several times!

Han Muye's expression turned serious.

This is not the first time he has faced an enemy head-on with a fairy.

But this is the first time he has fought against a fairy alone.

It has to be admitted that every Xianjun powerhouse has its profound heritage and resources.

I was really careless.

Taking a breath, Han Muye slashed the Absolute Immortal Sword in his hand.

The sword light was so fast that one of the sharp lights flickered and hit the broken black armor.

"when--"

A golden light flashed on the black armor, knocking Han Muye back with his sword.

Yuanshe Xianjun showed a brutal killing intent on his face.

"The power of death has entered your body, it seems that you will have a hard time using this treasure." Han Muye shouted, moved his body, turned and left.

I thought that Immortal Yuan She could already control this powerful treasure, but it turned out that it had not been fully refined.

It's not that I can't, it's that I dare not.

This black armor is clearly fused with the power of death and silence, refining this armor is to refine the power of death and silence into the body.

At this moment, when the phantom battle armor is activated, Immortal Yuan She will be corroded by the deadly power.

He can't last long.

"die--"

Immortal Yuan She let out a low cry, with a ferocious face, and the phantom of the black armor wrapped his body with both arms, and flew towards Han Muye.

Han Muye walked with his sword at an extremely fast speed.

But the phantom of the black armor walked through the dead and silent place strangely, it didn't need any power at all to appear in a flash, blocking Han Muye.

"when--"

Han Muye slashed down with his sword, then turned around and moved on.

He is not afraid to fight the immortal monarch, but it is completely unpleasant to fight the black armor who controls the power of death in a dead place.

"boom--"

Hei Jia's free hand grabbed Han Muye's head.

Tear the void, turning the surrounding world into broken cracks.

Han Muye paused, flashed at the impossible place, and fled away.

The two chased and fled in the abyss of heaven, Jianguang and Heijia's escaped light intertwined.

"boom--"

Between heaven and earth, the sound of collision is loud.

In front of a shattered city wall, Huang Zhihu, who was leading a group of Fenglin village disciples to search for various dilapidated treasures, suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.

Beside her, Zhao Chen also frowned, looking at the deep dark abyss in the distance.

"Father?" Huang Zhihu's gloomy sword intent began to surge slowly.

"Brother is fighting with someone?" Zhao Chen turned his head and asked in a low voice.

What he asked was the God Slayer War Puppet who had been silent all this time.

"En." Slaughter God Battle Puppet nodded.

Huang Zhihu's figure moved, and he walked forward quickly, clenching the sword in his hand.

"During the mission, don't leave without authorization!" Not far away, with a low shout, a figure rushed over.

Guyang Gang, Chen Jinyu.

At this time, Chen Jinyu held a long whip in his hand, and the sound of "呵呵" tearing the void flashed on the golden long whip.

This blow was actually intended to directly leave Huang Zhihu behind.

"roll."

Huang Zhihu drew the long sword out of its sheath in his hand, and the edge of the sword was pulled obliquely, and Sen Han brought out from the long sword cut off the golden whip directly.

The grade of this long whip is not low, it is already a high-grade spiritual treasure, and it is a treasure smelted with Chen Jinyu's painstaking efforts.

At this time, the treasure was broken, and he trembled all over, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Bold!"

A voice sounded, and a big black hand descended from the sky, and grabbed Huang Zhihu by the head.

Huang Zhihu showed impatience on his face, and he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, a flame rose above Huang Zhihu's head.

"Bah—"

The flame directly burned through the big black hand, and then rolled back, wrapping the body of an old man in a black robe in the distance.

The old man panicked and ran, trying out spells, treasures, and various methods, but he couldn't extinguish the flames on his body.

"Help!"

"Brother, help me—"

The old man screamed in panic.

This flame was unimaginably scorching, and strange that he couldn't extinguish it.

In the distance, several streamers of light fell, and various spells and treasures fell, but they couldn't extinguish the flames at all.

"What kind of fire is this?"

"At least Xianyan!"

"Are you Fenglin village going to be an enemy of my Guyang gang?"

The panicked crowd exclaimed.

Jin Huo snorted coldly, raised his hand, and the flame retracted.

This flame is the Xuantian divine fire that Han Muye gave him, and it is the fire that destroys the world.

Not to mention that Gu Yang helps these people, even if a fairy comes, he must be careful.

"What a guts—"

After a loud shout, a figure flew down and stood not far in front of Huang Zhihu.

"Commander Zhihu, if you have something to do, go on your own. My Guyang Gang has not yet reached the point where I have to control the affairs of allies." Qi Yuanwu, holding a short gun in his hand, turned around and looked at the strong men of the Guyang Gang.

"Everyone, Qi Yuanwu will take care of anything."

Undertake?

"Qi Yuanwu, Deacon Su Ji was seriously injured, can you afford it?" Chen Jinyu yelled loudly, and raised the long whip that was broken in his hand: "My spirit treasure is broken——"

"It's your own fault." Qi Yuanwu said coldly.

"You—" Chen Jinyu's pale face was flushed, and she was about to speak out, when a scream came from the distant sky.

"call out--"

The bright sword light flickered, carrying the wind that was about to tear the world apart.

Just as Jian Guang passed by, there was another roar.

Powerful confrontation!

The faces of the people below turned pale.

The most feared thing in Tianyuan is that such a match between powerful and powerful people can easily affect all parties.

When such a strong man makes a move, a dissipating wind may shatter the power protecting countless people.

They are now at least ten days away from Wanhua City. If the protective treasure is broken, they can only die here.

For a moment, everyone was terrified.

Huang Fat Tiger narrowed his eyes.

His adoptive father was hunted down?

A killing intent appeared on her body.

The killing intent soared to the sky, and the sword was shining brightly!

At this moment, the will of the sword way displayed on her body broke through the power of death around her!

The black-armored phantom who was chasing Han Muye paused, aroused by this will to defend himself.

"It's over..."

Those members of the Guyang Gang and elite elites trembled when they saw the flying black armor phantom stop.

This kind of power is just one more look, no one can live here!

"It's over, we're all going to die..." Chen Jinyu, who was standing in front of Qi Yuanwu, trembled and growled madly.

Qi Yuanwu was also pale.

He didn't understand why Huang Zhihu wanted to participate in such a powerful confrontation.

"I come."

Behind Huang Zhihu, the voice of God Slayer War Puppet sounded.

"boom--"

The Slaughter God War Puppet stepped on the void, triggering a bursting wind, and his body was like an arrow from the string, and instantly rushed to the black armor phantom standing in the sky ahead.

"Boom—"

Without hesitation, he punched out.

The black armor phantom raised his hand to block it.

Then, the figure was knocked into the air.

The Slaughter God War Puppet wrapped himself around his body.

"Boom—"

Then he hit it with a punch.

In the void, the sound of roaring and exploding punches spread throughout.

Down below, whether it was the Guyang gang or the disciples of Fenglin village who were subdued by Huang Zhihu, they were all stunned.

How strong is this?

In a powerful confrontation that made everyone dare not move, this one went straight to the fight, and even, it seemed, pressed the opponent to fight?

It turns out that on my side, there is still such a master hidden...

Qi Yuanwu quietly turned his head and glanced at Huang Zhihu.

It's unimaginable that they still have such a strong person to hide.

It seems that I am betting right.

Looking at Chen Jinyu again, his face was already pale, as if he was going to die soon.

He chuckled lightly, walked up to Huang Zhihu, and said in a low voice, "Commander Zhihu, do you need help?"

Huang Zhihu clenched the hilt of his sword tightly and shook his head.

She has already sensed that she is powerless to participate in the battle of Skyrim.

"Don't worry, big brother is so strong, and with the help of God of Slaughter, nothing will happen." Zhao Chen whispered.

Qi Yuanwu didn't know who the elder brother Zhao Chen was talking about, but he knew that the silent strong man who shot just now had been following behind Huang Zhihu and was called the "God of Slaughter".

Looking at it this way, there are more powerful people behind Huang Zhihu and the others!

What is their background?

"Om—"

There was a sound of sword chant in the void.

Then there was another roar.

Slowly, the sword light and roar gradually faded away.

Gu Yang helped everyone look at each other, and dispersed with lingering fear.

When they looked at Huang Zhihu again, they looked more cautious.

As for the people in Fenglin Village, they were delighted.

There is such a powerful and strong man behind his own house!

At this time, tens of thousands of miles away, Han Muye slashed the sharp sword in his hand, and together with the Slayer God War Puppet, besieged and killed the black armor phantom.

The black armor phantom has aroused a strong deadly power, and the whole body has turned from illusion to solidity.

Every punch of the Slaughter God War Puppet has the power to blast the world apart.

In Tianyuan, which is full of the power of death and silence, I am afraid that only the war puppet can not be suppressed at all, and the combat power will not be damaged at all.

No matter how solid the black-armored phantom was, it couldn't block the fists of the Slaughter God War Puppet.

With every blow, he was repelled.

The combination of Han Muye's sword light and the shadow of the war puppet fist is seamless, leaving no room for the black armor phantom to turn around.

"Boom—"

The war puppet punched the black armor phantom's chest, and the phantom trembled as if it was about to shatter.

"Roar--"

A roar came from the phantom of the black armor, and the endless dead power surged, gathering the dead power in the surrounding world.

The majesty of this power, like the deep sea, forced Han Muye and Zhan Puppet to retreat temporarily.

The power on Heijia Xuying's body swelled again, surpassing what it was before.

The Immortal Yuan She, who was leaned over by him, looked pale, as if withered.

But there was killing intent in his eyes, tyrannical.

He is controlled by deadly forces.

This is Tianyuan, even the immortal monarch may fall.

At this time, even if the Yuanshe Xianjun can return to Wanhua City alive, he will become a walking dead and be controlled by the black armor.

"kill……"

Yuanshe Xianjun let out a desperate whisper.

"I feel the power of deja vu." With a punch, the Slaughter God War Puppet shouted.

The power of deja vu?

Han Muye looked at the broken black armor, and his heart skipped a beat.

The two methods that the Xuanjia Artifact Refining School is best at.

Battle puppet, battle armor.

The Xuanjia Artifact Refining Sect originally inherited the inheritance left by the forces of the Changtian Pavilion, and the top war puppets among them were prehistoric war puppets that could run rampant in the calamity.

The battle armor inheritance must also be extraordinary.

So, this battle armor is also the inheritance of Xuanjia Artifact Refining Sect?

"Heavenly War Puppet?"

"Hehe, long time no see, little thing." Immortal Yuan She, wrapped in black armor, spoke, his voice was hoarse and decayed, as if it came from the abyss.

"Hong Huang Jia?" The Slaughter God War Puppet seemed to finally remember the black armor opposite, and said in a low voice: "Boy Han, this is the Hong Huang Jia, the same level as the Hong Huang War Puppet!"

At the same level as the prehistoric war puppet that ran rampant in the calamity?

Han Muye was also taken aback.

What kind of powerful existence is this?

Even the great power of the Immortal Venerable could not stop the blow of the Great Desolate War Puppet.

Then this battle armor, killing the Immortal Venerable is not difficult.

"Haha, it's rare to have memories of before the calamity." A voice came from the black armor, illusory and indistinct.

"This kid has a good body, and your soul is also delicious."

"Surrender to me."

The voice in the black armor was eager, and the black phantom on it exploded directly, locking the body of Yuan She Xianjun wrapped in it, and slowly being drawn into a skeleton.

"Snapped……"

There was a continuous sound of bones breaking.

The body of Yuan She Xianjun turned into pieces of broken bones.

If it was outside Tianyuan, the power of an immortal monarch would never be so unbearable.

However, this is Wanhua Tianyuan, the place where all worlds perish.

Once contaminated with the power of death and silence, there is no way to recover.

Looking at the dead bones in front of him, Han Muye had a glimmer of understanding.

Cultivation really cannot tolerate any chances.

If Xianjun Yuanshe hadn't borrowed the power of the black armor, he wouldn't have fallen to such a state of death.

"Be careful, Honghuangjia is very strong." The voice of Tu Shen Zhan Puppet was dignified.

He stepped forward, and a faint golden light burst out from his body. A golden battle gun fell into his hand.

This battle spear is a battle tool that matches the battle puppet, it is comparable to an immortal treasure, and it can hurt the immortal king.

"Roar--"

The black armor phantom seemed to be irritated by the response of the god-slaying war puppet, and seemed to be the last obsession of Yuan She Xianjun. He let out a roar, and then rushed directly to the war puppet.

"when--"

The long spear collided with a black battle gun in Hei Jia's hand.

The sound of weapons clashing spread in all directions.

At this moment, the power of death and silence in a radius of ten thousand miles was attracted and turned into a whirlpool.

Han Muye was not far away, and his expression was extremely serious.

This black armor is too powerful.

In Tianyuan, this is his home field.

"Let's go." The war puppet who fought resolutely with the black armor phantom shouted.

What the war puppet needs to consume are fairy stones and god crystals, and there are a lot of these things in reserve.

But even though God Slayer War Puppet had grown up in the Immortal Burial City for countless years, he was still at the Tianhuang level.

Facing the prehistoric battle armor, he couldn't stop it.

"boom--"

The black armor phantom struck again, and the war puppet retreated again.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and whispered, "He's not that strong..."

Not as strong as imagined.

This battle armor is a prehistoric armor, and it was supposed to crush a Tianhuang-level war puppet with a single blow.

But at this time, although the Slaughter God War Puppet was suppressed, it did not collapse.

Han Muye's eyes fell on Hei Jia Xuying.

The black armor was broken, there was a scar pierced by a spear on the chest, and the shoulder armor was also broken, it should have been smashed down vigorously.

There are also various scars pierced by swords, scattered on the battle armor.

However, all the injuries were on the chest and abdomen, and there was no injury on the back.

"kill--"

Sensing Han Muye's prying eyes, the black armor phantom let out a long shout, and rushed forward.

The sword in Han Muye's hand stabbed out and hit the black armor without any injuries.

As soon as he moved, he turned around and crashed into the black mountain below.

It was a mountain with a faint illusory shadow.

There are countless mountains like this at the bottom of the abyss.

Ruins world.

Han Muye landed on the mountain and instantly blended into it.

The war puppet who followed him hesitated for a moment, and also stepped in.

"Snapped--"

The phantom of the black armor smashed down with a fist, hitting the illusory black mountain, and there was a shock.

The world of ruins is formed by the intertwining of the power of death and silence and the power of other calamities that have not disappeared, blending into the obsession of the mighty soul.

The power of the ruins and the power of death repel and attract each other, and they have the same source.

As soon as the black armor phantom hit the mountain, it was absorbed immediately.

"The real body enters the market?"

The black armor phantom whispered in his mouth.

"Okay, then I will enter the ruins world and kill you."

"Everything about you is mine."

He slammed into the ruins, leaving only a black and broken armor that quietly merged into the mountains and disappeared.

When Han Muye fell into the Ruins Realm, he had already sensed the situation in the Ruins Realm.

The power of the ruins world is almost exhausted, and it is difficult to gather the Tianyuan Pearl, and even all kinds of resources are basically exhausted.

This place is only a few days away from Wanhua City, if it wasn't for the benefits, countless people would have come here long ago.

The power of heaven and earth in this ruin world can only last about three hundred times that of the outside world, and the place is even smaller, only a million miles in radius.

This is much weaker than the Hulingxu Realm in the tens of thousands of years and thousands of miles away.

In this world of ruins, the strongest power can only be the peak of the immortal?

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face, who had entered the Ruins Realm.

That's easy.

"Woo--"

The voice of a group of wild monkeys came, Han Muye looked around, and his eyes fell on a little pale golden monkey.

When he stepped into this place just now, he purposely followed closely behind the war puppet spirit.

The soul of the war puppet is the remnant of Wu Zhiqi's soul from the beginning, and has his own consciousness.

At this time, his soul was transformed into a golden little monkey.

Han Muye smiled and stretched out his hand, leading the little monkey onto his arm.

"The mountains here are beautiful, why not call it Huaguo Mountain?" He looked at the little monkey and said with a smile, "Then, what should your name be?"

"Sun, no fear, how about it?"

Anyway, the little monkey can't speak, so if he says Sun Wu'er, then Sun Wu'er.

In this world of ruins, Han Muye led the little monkey to wander around.

There are three dynasties in the ruins world, and there are several cultivation forces among them.

The Heavenly Tang Empire he entered, first practiced in the rivers and lakes, got the name of Heavenly Sword, and then stepped into the court and became an enshrinement of the Heavenly Tang Kingdom.

For a period of sixty years, the name of the Venerable Heavenly Sword spread throughout the Tang Dynasty, and among the Three Kingdoms, he was invincible.

A hundred years later, the Venerable Heavenly Sword has stopped fighting, and his golden boy and grandson walk around the rivers and lakes with a sword without fear.

Tian Tang, Xuan Qin, Mo Chu.

In the rivers and lakes of the Three Kingdoms, Sun Wuji fought all over with one sword and one man.

Fearless Juggernaut.

This is the name left behind by Sun Wuji in a hundred years.

A hundred years later, Sun Wuju returns with a sword in hand.

In the capital of Tiantang Kingdom, beside the Xuanyuan Sword Pool, a young man in a white robe stood with his sword behind his back.

Beside him, there was a big man in black armor.

"Luo Kun, don't worry, my master is actually very easy-going."

"Walking in the rivers and lakes for a hundred years, you and I are the only ones who have a temper."

"I will introduce you to Master's sect, and your cultivation and combat power may surpass mine in the future."

With a trace of relief on his face, the young man looked at the three-story attic behind the sword pool in front of him.

On the attic, Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.

His eyes fell on the big man in black armor.

Prehistoric armor.

Interesting.

The God Slayer and War Puppet lost his memory when he entered the Ruins Realm, because he was transformed by Wu Zhiqi's remnant soul.

Looking at it this way, the phantom in the Primordial Armor should also be the remnant soul of a certain powerful person?

"Sword Jianghu, return is still a teenager, fearless, practice for a hundred years, can you realize something?"

With a movement, Han Muye landed on the sword pool, hanging in the air.

"Enlightenment." Sun Wuji nodded.

"They're all too weak to be interesting."

He looked at Han Muye and spoke seriously.

The big man in black armor grinned.

"Okay, from today onwards, I will teach you the real art of cultivating immortals." Han Muye's words made the eyes of Sun Wuji and the black-armored man light up.

"You want to learn too?" Han Muye asked looking at the black armored man.

The big man nodded excitedly.

Han Muye glanced over the two of them, and said calmly, "Tell me, what do you want to learn?"