Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

At this moment of impact, life and death are on the line.

If the four true spirits of the human race have escaped from their predicament, no matter whether it is the 60,000 Golden Crow elites or the few Golden Crows in the true spirit realm, they will probably perish here.

The human race has eight true spirit powerhouses here.

If the four true spirits were not out of trouble, and the Jinwu clan could use the power of the town to encircle and kill them, then half of the human race's true spirit powerhouses would be lost.

In this way, the outcome is still unknown.

"Rush." ​​Shang Zhenyu let out a low cry, his body transformed into a golden crow, and he flew forward directly.

Since Han Muye had already spoken out, orders were prohibited, and accepting orders was the first priority.

As a true spirit realm, if he wasn't the first to stand up, how would the other Golden Crow elites have the will to fight?

Followed by Zhang Chenyang.

It also turned into a Golden Crow, spread its wings, and fled away.

"Yuchi Jiyu, you organize an army to attack, don't worry about anything, you must rush to the sealed place." Han Muye shouted, and the long sword appeared in his hand.

The golden long sword turned into a stream of light, leading him away into a rainbow.

In the rear, after a slight pause, the Golden Crow army moved forward again.

This time, a faint golden light rose.

This is a blood power inspired by the heart of death, and everyone's blood and blood power began to surge under the golden light.

Even if the Golden Crow clan is brave in the first place, it will take a lot of courage to face the powerful true spirit at this time.

Really challenge the true spirit with the body of an ant!

"boom--"

Ahead, the sound of roaring has come.

Endless golden light illuminates half of the sky.

Is the true spirit of the human race out of trouble?

have no idea.

Everyone rushed forward with their heads buried.

Han Muye, Shang Zhenyu, and Zhang Chenyang also rushed forward with all their strength.

Thirty thousand miles.

Miles.

Five thousand miles.

thousands of miles.

"Boom—"

Countless shattered chains flew around.

Seal the town and break it.

In front of him, there was a flash of halo from the true spirit of the human race.

The four true spirits of the human race escaped.

There is an army of at least 80,000 people gathered in front, and at least five true spirits.

what to do?

Shang Zhenju turned his head to look at Han Muye who was following him.

"They are just out of the woods and have a chance."

Han Muye let out a low shout, and the golden light behind him gathered into substance.

The long sword in his hand condensed into a thousand-foot giant sword, and with a flicker, he had rushed hundreds of miles away.

"cut--"

In the void, Han Muye's long cry came.

What about tens of thousands of troops?

What about digital true spirit powerhouses?

Once the sword is out of its sheath, there will be no regrets!

Between the heaven and the earth, endless whistling sounds came.

This is the sound of the long sword cutting down, and it is also the sound of the heaven and earth echoing here.

A nine-level Yuanling, a half-step true spirit, actually faced several true spirits, and an army of tens of thousands rushed straight away!

"Okay, even if I, Shang Zhen Prison, died here today, I won't fall behind Patriarch Han!" Shang Zhen Prison laughed loudly, and the Golden Crow True Spirit gathered behind him, carrying wind and thunder with his wings, and rushed forward.

Although Zhang Chenyang didn't speak, the fighting spirit on his body had gathered.

At this moment, the two true spirits, one half-step true spirit, both had the heart to fight to the death.

"boom--"

Han Muye's sword spanned thousands of miles, and slashed down fiercely.

The sword light enveloped the bodies of the four who had just escaped from the true spirit realm.

"court death!"

"Ants!"

The four true spirit powerhouses shot furiously on their faces, shouted in unison, the true spirits on their bodies gathered together, and raised their hands to slap Han Muye's sword light.

A small half-step true spirit dares to directly attack and kill the true spirit, this is a humiliation to them!

"Stab—"

The sword light of the long sword collided with the four golden lights of true spirits, and directly tore the golden lights apart.

This scene stunned everyone.

With one sword, smash the resistance of the four true spirits?

"boom--"

The sword light shattered and slashed at the four true spirits again.

The four of them were stunned for a moment, and when they came back to their senses, Jian Guang had already reached his body.

"Boom—"

The middle-aged black armor standing at the forefront shattered.

The hair of the two elder Taoists standing in the middle had their hair chopped off, and blood glistened on their bodies.

The last thin female cultivator was slashed on the shoulder with a sword, and her blood was splattered.

One sword, wounding four true spirit realms!

"drink--"

Shang Zhenju, who was following Han Muye, hit him with a punch.

He is a real Golden Crow Clan True Spirit Realm, this punch carries the power of wind and thunder, and the golden streamer is like falling stars.

"Kill!" The human true spirit standing not far away flew in front of the punch.

The long knife in his palm slashed down against the shadow of the fist.

The light of the knife flew out and shattered at the touch of the shadow of the fist.

Another one in the Real Spirit Realm flew forward, holding the spear in his hand against the shadow of his fist.

"Leave these two to me!" Shang Zhenyu let out a long laugh, raised his hands, and his fists were like flying shadows.

Zhang Chenyang's figure fell, and before the four people who had just escaped from the True Spirit Realm could recoil, he swung the long knife in his hand and enveloped two of them.

Han Muye took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the big man whose armor was cut to pieces just now, and the female cultivator whose shoulder was cut.

One against two.

He now needs to defeat the opponent's two true spirit realms with one against two in the shortest possible time, and at least seriously injure one of them, in order to win this battle.

It is impossible for Shang Town Prison to persist for too long.

The human army around them will not give them time.

Even if the two true spirits of the human race escaped from the predicament and the loss is not small, they are still two true spirits!

Under the true spirit, they are all ants.

Today, he, Han Muye, is going to challenge the two true spirits with the body of an ant.

is it hard?

Disaster.

To fight or not?

war!

Taking a step forward, behind him, all the power of the Blazing Sun Golden Crow bloodline gathered.

Taking another step forward, all the golden crow divine flames on his body rose.

The flames of the gods intertwined with the power of the blood and turned into a battle armor.

But Han Muye didn't put the battle armor on his body directly.

Because he put on another armor.

A slightly damaged black battle armor was put on the outside of the body, and then the golden battle armor was put on top of it.

Prehistoric armor.

This is Han Muye's biggest reliance!

If there is no Honghuangjia, how dare he face the two true spirits?

Since the last hunt in the wilderness, he has exchanged a lot of spiritual materials from Zhuo Yuan's department.

Among them, Xuantian Shentie is the most important spiritual material for repairing Honghuangjia.

After such a long time, most of the surface repairs of the prehistoric battle armor have been completed.

Except for the core that can't be repaired for the time being, everything else is almost the same.

Ciyuan now devotes almost all of his energy to repairing the Primordial War Armor.

The current strength of this armor has recovered to 30% of its heyday.

Han Muye never mobilized 30% of the prehistoric battle armor's power.

His cultivation is not enough.

On the ninth floor of Yuanling, even 10% of the power of this armor cannot be activated.

At this time, he condensed half of the true spirit and divine patterns, condensed half of the true spirit bone, and finally was able to stimulate 10% of the power of the battle armor.

With the battle armor attached to him, he could feel the vibration of the world.

Everyone in this world is afraid of this battle armor?

On Han Muye's body, a phantom of a thousand-foot golden armor emerged.

It's not a phantom, it's clearly a golden armored warrior who has solidified directly!

Lightly moving his body, the Golden Armored General punched out.

No other weapons are needed, fists are the hardest weapons.

With a punch, the void seemed to be broken, and a mighty sonic boom sounded.

The space before that punch seemed to be distorted, constantly squeezed, and then turned into a black fist shadow, hitting directly downward.

Whether it was the big man whose black armor had just been cut to pieces, or the thin female cultivator whose bloodstains were still on her shoulders, all of them showed expressions of horror at this moment.

How can a half-step true spirit have such extreme strength?

How could such a punch be struck by a half-step true spirit?

Everyone who was watching the battle around showed surprise on their faces.

Is this really a half-step true spirit?

The two true spirit powerhouses didn't dare to take the punch head-on, and moved backwards.

But when they retreated, the expressions on the faces of the two changed.

The power of this punch was to lock even their souls and bodies.

Can't escape!

This is the true strength of the Potianquan, which can confine the power of heaven and earth and fight to the death!

"Om—"

The black-armored man was extremely decisive, and he took a step forward in an instant.

A long knife emerged in his hand, holding it with both hands, and slashed towards the black fist shadow.

This knife is the Jedi blow of the true spirit.

In the knife light of this knife, there is blood and golden light interlaced.

The saber technique of this strong man in the true spirit realm has reached the state of returning to the basics, and he made a straight cut, in which the mixed power gathered blood and the power of the true spirit.

The black cheetah spirit, with the long golden horns on its head, shows that it is a beast spirit, powerful enough.

Stimulating this true spirit and activating the saber technique at the same time has already damaged the root of the big man who has just escaped from trouble.

But at this moment he couldn't care less.

Only if he strikes with all his strength, otherwise the power of that punch will seriously injure him.

This knife can block the fist shadow.

This is what everyone perceives from the balance of power between the two parties.

In the realm of true spirits, the perception of power is already very delicate.

A long sword appeared in the hand of the female cultivator standing not far behind the big man, and the light of the sword was clear.

On the body of the sword, there are twenty golden divine patterns.

A real weapon, in the hands of such a strong true spirit, as long as enough power is aroused, it is not difficult to kill another true spirit.

There was a blue-gray halo on the long sword.

After the female cultivator, a gray sparrow true spirit condensed.

Just wait for the big man's knife in front to block Han Muye's fist, and the female cultivator's sword will stab out.

In the eyes of everyone, the power of this sword could definitely cut Han Muye who was blocked by the fist shadow.

Is it still not working?

Shang Zhenyu shot with all his strength, with a look of regret on his face.

This patriarch Han Muye is already extremely strong, the strongest half-step true spirit he has ever seen.

However, in the end it is a half-step true spirit.

It's really an extravagant hope for a half-step true spirit to challenge two true spirit realms...

Where in the world is there such a half-step true spirit?

The four human spirits who resisted Zhang Chenyang and Shang Zhen prison looked at each other, with murderous intent flashing across their faces.

As long as Han Muye was killed with a single blow, their next step would be to surround and kill the remaining two true spirits of the Golden Crow tribe.

If these two true spirits fall, the power of the Golden Crow clan in the secret realm will not be a concern.

In fact, if the two true spirits hadn't led a part of the army to the next floor to hunt down the fleeing Golden Crow true spirit, they would have already won.

Even now, although there are twists and turns, the final result is still——

"boom--"

The long knife cut out, smashing the black fist shadow severely.

But the complexion of the black armored man changed.

"Chu Yu get out of the way!" He roared wildly.

Chu Yu is the human female cultivator standing behind him, a strong True Spirit Realm.

Chu Yu was taken aback.

Then she saw that the shadows of the fists that had been cut open by the big man in front gathered together again.

That trick is false!

This punch was clearly aimed at her!

With the strength gathered in her body, she was already ready to unleash her sword, and it was too late to defend at this moment.

"Om—"

She stabbed out with the long sword in her hand, facing the fist shadow and bumped into it.

The sword light trailed a cyan tail, and the divine patterns shone brightly.

This sword is already the top powerhouse in the way of swordsmanship.

Among the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, there are not many who can practice swordsmanship to this level.

It's a pity that the person she punched in front of her was someone who had climbed to the top of the sword, and who was much stronger than her.

With a slight movement of Han Muye's fist, he dodged Chu Yu's horrified gaze with her sword, and then directly smashed down on the true spirit of the gray sparrow above her head.

"Boom—"

The true spirit is broken!

The gray true spirit turned into streaks of gray streamer of light, dispersing towards the surroundings.

Chu Yu, who was holding a long sword, stared wide-eyed, her face was completely pale.

Her body flew straight out, and the long sword in her hand also flew down.

A true spirit in the true spirit realm was crushed, and all her powers were directly abolished.

one strike!

Sneak attack?

doesn't count.

In the face of the two true spirit realm powerhouses, no means are too much.

Who would have thought that facing two strong men, this half-step true spirit would dare to deceive everyone with a false move!

"Boom—"

The shadow of the fist that shattered the true spirit hit the ground, and the force of the impact shattered a radius of hundreds of feet into pieces, and endless broken stones flew around.

At this moment, the space with a radius of thousands of feet was shrouded and turned into darkness.

But Han Muye did not stop.

He only punched one punch, how could that be enough?

Controlling the Primordial Armor at this time, he could feel the boiling blood in his body, and he could also feel the desire conveyed by this armor.

For this set of armor, how many years has it been silent?

I don't know, a lot of them have been robbed!

"kill!"

A dull and deep roar came out.

The shadows of Han Muye's fists gathered together, each punch was faster than one punch.

The only thing the black-armored man with a long knife can do is to raise the long knife in his hand to block every fist shadow.

"when--"

"when--"

"when--"

Every time he blocked a punch, he retreated ten feet.

Every time he blocked a punch, his complexion changed by one point.

Every time he blocked a punch, the divine pattern on the long knife in his hand shattered.

After ten punches, his long knife shattered.

"Boom—"

The unstoppable fist shadow hit him.

The black cheetah spirit was the first to protect his body.

Then, Fist Shadow smashed the two horns on the cheetah's head and tore its gray-black body apart.

The real spirit whimpered and slowly collapsed.

The black-armored man lay on the ground, desperately watching the true spirit gathered on his body dissipate.

From Han Muye's first punch to the moment when the big man's true spirit was shattered, it took only a hundred breaths in total.

Regardless of whether it is Zhang Chenyang or Shangzhen Prison, although they are at a disadvantage, the outcome is far from being decided.

Who would have thought that Han Muye had already defeated the two true spirits with one punch at a time!

"drink--"

Stop punching, Han Muye looked up to the sky and shouted.

At this moment, the entire secret space is lit up!

Behind him, the illusory true spirit solidified, the original silver spirit dissipated, turned into a silver halo, collided with the golden true spirit, and merged into it.

In the hand of Han Muye who was standing there, a huge sword with a thousand feet appeared.

This is his true spirit bone!

Condensing the real spiritual bone into a sword in the hand.

The moment the sword appeared, nine lines of true spirits and gods automatically appeared on it.

real thing.

One step into the realm of the real thing.

The long sword transformed from the real spiritual bone is naturally a real weapon.

"boom--"

Between the sky and the earth, endless golden light shone, and the golden flames turned into mountain peaks, and then condensed into a golden crow.

Use the divine flame as the golden crow, and turn it into a true spirit!

This is Han Muye's true spirit!

Defeating the two true spirit realms, with the blessing of the rules, arouses the power of heaven and earth to surge, stepping into the realm of true spirits.

This is the secret place of the Golden Crow Clan, and all the power here comes from the Golden Crow Clan.

Han Muye has the blood of the Golden Crow Clan, and he is the number one Golden Crow Realm of the Blazing Sun here.

All the power was blessed on him, causing his Golden Crow True Spirit to condense into divine flames.

The Divine Flame Golden Crow spread its wings, and the surrounding world seemed to be ignited all at once.

This is the power that can burn the world, the Golden Crow that has oppressed the world since the prehistoric era!

Compared with Han Muye's True Spirit Golden Crow, the Golden Crow behind Shang Zhenyu and Zhang Chenyang was more than a notch less powerful.

Han Muye's charm of being a real spirit looking down on the world, and the power of golden flames all over his body, are not comparable to them at all.

This is the real posture of the beast!

Turning around slowly, the prehistoric battle armor on Han Muye's body was slowly put away.

no need.

Raising the golden long sword in his hand, his eyes fell on the two human spirits who were fighting Shang Zhen Prison.

Shang Zhenju laughed, flew up, and punched the old man in front of him.

Let the other one go to Han Muye.

Han Muye flew towards him, and the long sword had already been stabbed out.

The complexion of the human true spirit powerhouse holding the spear changed, he gritted his teeth, let out a cold snort, and thrust out the spear.

So what if Han Muye's power at the moment when he became a true spirit was frightening?

Is it a newcomer to the true spirit, who dares to make a move without even controlling the power of the true spirit realm?

If they could kill the Golden Crow who had just entered the true spirit realm at this time, they still had a chance to turn defeat into victory.

The spear turned into a golden dragon, which attracted the true power of the four-legged long-tailed black-armored dragon to strangle Han Muye directly.

Endless thunder light intertwined on the body of the dragon.

This is a Leijiao, a famous fierce beast in ancient times.

As soon as Jiaolong grabbed it, thunder and lightning intertwined in his mouth, covering Han Muye's body.

thunder?

Han Muye's expression was calm.

Lei Dao is the most overbearing power in this world.

But he, Han Muye, is not afraid of Lei Dao the most.

He has the blood of the Golden Crow, but he has also condensed the body of the Kui Niu.

For him, Ray is his friend!

"Canglang—"

When the long sword collided with the long dragon, there was no explosion of golden light as imagined, nor the collision of endless divine light.

The long sword and the long dragon are entangled, and the thunder light and the sword light are entangled and merged with each other.

The Human Race True Spirit Realm who stabbed a shot widened his eyes.

How could his own true spirit power be uncontrollable after being stabbed out!

This is his true spirit that has been condensed for countless years, how could it be out of control?

"boom--"

The long dragon finally exploded.

But the long dragon didn't explode in front of Han Muye, but was pushed to explode in front of the human true spirit.

Countless golden lights scatter in all directions, enveloping the true spirit powerhouse of the human race, and then flying out.

Lightning flashed on Han Muye's body.

The silence and the Lei Dao power in the deepest part of the body awakened.

Only by becoming a true spirit can he awaken more suppressed power.

"You, you—" Looking at Han Muye who was covered in thunder and light, the human race's True Spirit Realm who had lost his true spirit power was stunned.

"boom--"

Not far away, Shang Zhenyu's fist slammed down, causing the true spirit of the human race who was holding a long knife to back away in panic.

Farther away, the golden divine light carried by the Golden Crow army has already illuminated the sky and the earth.

The old man who was frightened by Shang Zhen Prison turned his eyes around, no longer hesitated, and shouted: "Retreat!"

The two human spirits who fought against Zhang Chenyang retreated.

Zhen Ling, who was frightened by Han Muye's blow, also stepped back to keep up.

Below, the human army slowly gathered together, forming a large formation of iron barrels.

After all, it is the human race, the power of the army's battle formation directly condenses into an illusory appearance of a mighty general, which matches the strength of the four true spirit realms.

Whether it was Han Muye or Shang Zhenyu, they could only stand cautiously in front of such forces.

No one can stop the blow of this general who gathered the power of four true spirits and tens of thousands of troops.

Fortunately, Han Muye just defeated the two true spirits of the human race's true spirit realm, causing them serious injuries, which cannot be recovered for a hundred thousand years.

Moreover, it is basically impossible to restore the broken true spirit.

It is impossible for them to return to the realm of true spirits in this life.

Abandoned.

"Win..." Watching the human army retreating slowly, Shang Zhenyu whispered softly.

"Yes, really, it's dangerous." Zhang Chenyang said, his eyes fell on Han Muye who was beside him.

If Han Muye hadn't defeated the two true spirits alone, they would probably be the loser today.

"It was Qin Nanxun who helped us." Han Muye looked at the broken golden chains scattered in front of him, and said in a low voice.

Qin Nanxun, with the power of one person, blew himself up and suppressed the four human true spirits.

The reason why Han Muye was able to defeat the two true spirits was because they had suffered a lot during the closure of the town and did not have full strength.

Zhang Chenyang and Shang Zhenyu nodded with solemn expressions.

In the rear, the army of the Golden Crow clan rolled in.

...

Five days later, the movement of the human army finally converged.

There are a total of eight true spirits in the human race, two of them led an army of 20,000 into the next level of secret realm, chasing and killing Zhang Yu, the fleeing true spirit of the Golden Crow tribe.

There are still more than 70,000 human troops left on this floor, four of them are true spirits.

If Han Muye hadn't abolished the two True Spirits, there should be six True Spirits on this floor.

Today, there are four true spirits of the human race, with an army of 70,000, and three true spirits of the Jinwu tribe, with an army of 60,000.

"According to the current strength comparison, what we have to do is to block them." Han Muye looked at the various jade slips scattered in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

Block the human army from stepping into the next floor.

If they join the two True Spirits from the next level, plus an army of 20,000, it will suppress the Golden Crow again.

But in terms of the current strength comparison at this level, the human race does not have an advantage.

The individual strength of the Golden Crow is stronger than that of the human race, and here is the secret place of the Golden Crow, and the Golden Crow can sense the blessing of the power of heaven and earth.

"Their goal is not only to wipe out the elites of our Golden Crow, but also to seize the true spiritual bones of our Golden Crow." Zhang Chenyang showed a worried look on his face.

If one confronts the human army at this level and loses the True Spirit Bone in the end, the loss will be huge.

The real spirit bones are related to the inheritance of the Jinwu tribe.

When the human race came here, in addition to wiping out the elites of the Golden Crow Clan, they must also have the task of destroying the inheritance of the Golden Crow Clan.

"Let's block it first, and then go to the next floor." Shang Zhenyu looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice: "As the Jinwu clan, we must protect our inheritance."

Protect the inheritance and stop the enemy.

Han Muye smiled lightly, "There is no conflict."

A day later, a gigantic Golden Crow formed, one hundred thousand feet tall, and spread its wings to fly.

In the distance, among the fast-running human army, the old man in the real spirit realm wearing a black robe had a gloomy expression.

"Quick, rush to the second floor, don't be blocked by them!"