Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

This boxing technique was created by himself.

No one in the world can surpass him in the immersion of this set of boxing techniques.

Even the power of this great formation cannot stop it.

The eight phantoms failed to resist the ten breaths, and were crushed by the fist shadow.

"This is a self-created exercise!"

"Good boxing, it looks like it has the power to break the sky!"

In the void, another sound of praise came out.

Around Han Muye's body, ten figures descended, and then the swords all chopped down.

If the boxing can't be stopped, then there is no need to use boxing. The power of this big formation is really terrifying.

"You, Han Muye, are the first person to change this formation to such an extent," Hun Huan said softly, "In thousands of years."

"boom--"

The fist shadow of Potianquan collided with those swords.

Like a long dragon, colliding with a pair of swords alternately.

Inducing the phantom in the beam of light to turmoil, it seems that the sky and the earth are collapsing.

Not only the turmoil and changes in this beam of light, but also the other beams of light also showed streaks of golden light at this time, shining like ripples.

This is because Han Muye's beam of light has attracted too much power, and it has already been pulled to affect other beams of light.

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and he punched with all his strength.

Every punch hit those swords, shattering the phantom in front of him.

At this time, everyone outside the light curtain was looking at Han Muye, seeing him crushing one side with his strength alone.

This kind of combat power is beyond everyone's imagination.

It was the golden bird hiding behind Han Muye, who murmured in shock at this moment: "Good guy, it's so fierce..."

"boom--"

With one punch, all the phantoms in front of him were shattered.

Han Muye paused, then raised his hand.

Behind him, all the long swords in the sword box gathered together and turned into a ten-foot-long sword.

Although the sword is only ten feet long, the power displayed on this sword weapon is extremely strong.

As soon as the sword came out, the beam of light shook again.

"You bastard, what kind of sword is this..." Hun Chao's mournful voice rang in Han Muye's ears.

Han Muye did not answer.

This sword, transformed by his true spirit, was sealed by the Hundred Paths Divine Pattern, with the soul of the Golden Crow of the Great Sun as its spirit.

With this sword, the immortal can be beheaded.

At this time, using this true spirit sword to gather the sword weapons in the sword box, the ten-foot-long sword that was condensed was extremely powerful.

Outsiders couldn't see what kind of characteristics this sword had, but those immortals outside the light curtain felt trembling all over the moment the sword appeared.

This sword can kill them!

"Treasure?"

"Real weapon?"

Many people showed solemn expressions in their eyes and whispered softly.

Only the truly strong know that there are real weapons in the world, which are not inferior to treasures.

The top treasure among real weapons is even more powerful than the Supreme Treasure.

"boom--"

Han Muye slashed down with his sword, shattering the beam of light in front of him, and then the blade of his sword broke another beam of light in front of him.

Instead of waiting for the power of the big formation to sense and lower the opponent, but to take the initiative to challenge yourself!

"Om—"

The shattered beam of light on the opposite side merged with his beam of light, and the expression of the Taoist standing with a sword in it changed.

The phantom in the beam of light raised the sword in his hand and came towards Han Muye.

The moment the phantom rushed up, twelve phantoms appeared beside Han Muye, and they drew their swords at the same time.

Han Muye swept across with the big sword in his hand, blocking all phantoms.

The simplest sweep can prevent all phantoms from approaching!

The means of such a blow, the power of control is so wonderful!

This is the return to the basics of swordsmanship, and the way to sway at will is the only way of the truth of swordsmanship!

"Offended!" The shattered beam of light fell in front of Han Muye's Immortal Monarch Taoist, who was silent for a moment, shouted loudly, and charged forward with his sword.

Han Muye's sword moved his heart.

"when--"

Han Muye raised his hand, stabbed with his long sword, and knocked the fairy into the air.

In the distance, another beam of light shattered and merged with Han Muye's beam of light.

In this way, Han Muye not only dealt with more and more phantoms around him with one person and one sword, but also dealt with other elites, and even the phantoms of other elites.

"Geniuses in the world, such amazing talents and stunning talents will not be seen in hundreds of millions of years." In the void, a figure transmitted a divine thought.

"If he enters the Desolate Heaven Territory, will he be able to grow?" A divine mind responded.

"Go directly to the Desolate Heaven Realm? It's too difficult. The Desolate Sky Territory is a gathering place for powerful people who have passed through the endless river of time. If he wants to gain a foothold in the Desolate Sky Territory, he may have to practice for millions of years in the God Realm."

"Not necessarily, if he really wins the leader this time, I'm afraid he can only go to Huangtianyu."

There are different opinions from divine thoughts.

Huangtianyu, this name is only known to the strong in the Zhoutian battlefield.

Even in the God Realm, only a few strong people know such a place.

There are powerful people from all walks of life gathered there, and among them are the mighty ones who have traveled through the long river of time.

Such a place only depends on strength, regardless of other things.

The most important thing is that the owner of the Huangtian Territory is from another universe and controls the existence of Changtian Pavilion.

It is said that Changtian Pavilion was left behind by the powerful force that suppressed this universe in the past. The specific situation is too long and no one knows.

The Desolate Sky Territory is a hidden world, and to enter it requires a special path.

Even the strong ones in the Zhoutian battlefield have no way to step in.

Moreover, because of the fear of that powerful universe, the strong in the Zhoutian battlefield never set foot in the desolate realm.

In this way, only the top powerhouses among the younger generations will be sent to the Desolate Sky Territory to gather resources.

"But that Huang Zhenxiong is very suitable for going to Huangtianyu."

"This guy can gather people's hearts."

The divine sense in the void is surprisingly unanimous.

"boom--"

Han Muye stabbed out with a sword, shattering the beam of light and phantom in front of him.

The sword in his hand exploded, and then the sword light condensed.

"Wan Jian, return to the sect."

Whispering in his mouth, his sword stabbed forward.

For countless years, this sword has been perfected to the extreme.

This sword is no longer the swordsmanship of the common people, and it is not even the sword of immortality.

true spirit.

In Han Muye's hands, this style of Wanjian Guizong is already a true spirit swordsmanship.

Jian Guang turned into a blue dragon beast that was rampant in ancient times, roaring and shattering the three beams of light.

This is Han Muye's swordsmanship.

So strong that no one can stop it, it is a swordsmanship that even Wu Tianzhou's large formation cannot suppress.

At this moment, Han Muye used his swordsmanship to justify himself.

Sword Immortal Yunlan is indeed a peerless sword immortal!

With the swordsmanship that Han Muye displayed at this time, it would be difficult for the immortal masters to suppress him.

The key is the savvy and talent he showed at this time.

This is absolutely impossible for outsiders.

Compared with Han Muye, the other elites in the beam of light have become ordinary people.

Even Huang Zhenxiong, who fought against the five phantoms alone, was not so conspicuous anymore.

"boom--"

The long sword in Han Muye's hand exploded again.

This time, the exploding swords did not converge.

Zhou Tian Sword Formation!

After many years, the sword formation that Han Muye cultivated, inherited from Tongtian Xianzun, and his own comprehension, appeared in front of everyone.

"This seems to be Zhou Tian Sword Formation?" Someone stood up in front of a light curtain in the God Realm in amazement.

"Zhou Tian Sword Mark, Zhou Tian Sword Formation, the inheritance of Tong Tian Immortal Venerable..." Someone whispered softly in front of a light curtain in the fairy world.

"Han Muye is actually the inheritor of Tongtian Immortal Venerable!" Someone exclaimed in front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong.

The Master of Tiangong's complexion changed, and there was a coldness in his eyes.

"It just so happens that I thought that falling the monument would arouse suspicion from outsiders."

He snorted coldly, and said lightly: "Now, sit down."

"He is the remnant of the sky, and he wants to subvert the existence of this calamity."

"boom--"

In the front of the light curtain, when Han Muye's sword array swung, the other beams of light couldn't hold on any longer and exploded one after another.

There was a trace of bewilderment on the face of Chaos Phantom.

His strength cannot cope with this sword formation.

It's not that the sword formation is stronger than other swordsmanship, but that there are too many changes in the Zhoutian formation this week.

Can't learn.

This Zhoutian Sword Formation is based on the Sword Art of Tongtian Immortal, adding a lot of sword skills, truly like a star in the sky.

This formation is even more magnificent than the formation above Wutianzhou.

Han Muye is the first person to run such a sword formation with the power of one person for countless thousands of years.

"boom--"

All the other beams of light shattered, leaving only one beam of light in Wutianzhou.

In this beam of light, there is only one person.

Han Muye.

Lock in the position of leader of the summit!

The trillions and billions of wealth in Shenyuan Tiangong will be looted!

In front of countless light curtains, everyone showed surprise on their faces.

Just seeing the unlucky Shenyuan Tiangong makes me feel at ease.

"Your sword skills are good." A voice sounded.

A figure in a green robe and a long sword descended.

"Who is this?" Outside the light curtain, countless people murmured blankly.

In front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, the Mistress of Tiangong stared wide-eyed, looking at the figure with the sword in disbelief.

"Zhuyuan Immortal, no, it should be Zhuyuan True God."

God.

This is the name for a strong person who is also an immortal, but far surpasses the immortal.

These powerhouses are all in the Zhoutian battlefield.

"Show me your swordsmanship." The green-robed figure looked at Han Muye, raised his hand and a jade-colored sign appeared.

"If you can fight me ten swords without defeat, this card is for you."

Seeing that Han Muye didn't recognize the brand, the green-robed figure chuckled lightly and said, "This is the identity card for entering the Desolate Sky Territory."

Desolate world?

In front of the light curtains in the God Realm, countless people exclaimed, staring at this sign with envy.

"Desolate Sky Territory is a place where elite juniors like you who haven't fully grown up can quickly grow in power."

"It's also the place where the elites of the younger generation are trained on the Zhoutian battlefield."

"There is still a place where the strong gather in the long river of time."

Every time the green-robed figure said something, the expressions of envy on the faces of those strong men in front of the light curtain in the fairy world became stronger.

"You just need to know that with this brand, it is very easy for you and your relatives and friends to step into the Immortal Venerable, or even surpass the Immortal Venerable."

The green-robed figure wanted to say more, but suddenly paused.

His figure was pierced by a sword light.

But in the next moment, his figure reunited on the other side.

"good--"

Before he could finish speaking, he was stabbed to pieces by a sword again.

Han Muye's sword is extremely fast!

At this moment, his mind seemed to be condensed with the sword in his hand.

At this moment, he didn't care how the other party resisted or avoided.

He only has one sword in his hand, and one sword is faster than one sword.

Sword after sword pierced out, without end.

The power of each sword is stronger than the previous one.

The power of each sword is superimposed with the power of the previous sword.

"when--"

After ten sword strikes, the green-robed figure finally made a move, and the sword in his hand blocked the edge of Han Muye's sword.

The two swords collided, and the green-robed figure did not move at all. Han Muye's whole body was shaken, and the power of swordsmanship that had no beginning and no end was also removed.

This was the first time that Han Muye was broken by someone's sword power.

"You are stronger than I thought." The figure in green robe raised his hand and threw the jade token into Han Muye's hand.

"Your kendo talent is good, I hope you can grow up quickly."

When Han Muye raised his head, the figure had already dispersed.

As this figure disappeared, the endless light curtain shattered over the entire Wutianzhou.

A soaring beam of light landed and enveloped Han Muye.

Then, beams of light of different thicknesses were separated, and they were placed on the other people who could persist until the end and had the most phantoms around them.

A total of hundreds of beams of light shone and complemented each other.

The beam of light on Han Muye's body is directly thicker and brighter than that of everyone else.

This is the leader of this summit!

When this beam of light landed, countless strong men in front of the light curtain stood up.

In the God Realm, many strong people showed strange colors on their faces.

"He really got the leader..." A white-bearded old man's eyes flickered brightly, he looked at the distant sky, and whispered to himself: "Then what will Shenyuan Tiangong do?"

What will Shenyuan Tiangong do?

This is what everyone thinks.

The Zhoutian battlefield projection above the dome of the sky dissipated.

But those powerhouses in front of the light curtain who were waiting to see the peak meeting were unwilling to disperse.

Because they wanted to see if Shenyuan Tiangong really handed over Han Muye's position as the leader.

Will Shenyuan Tiangong really give away the endless wealth?

If Shenyuan Tiangong really gave away so much wealth, it might not be able to secure its position as the number one sect in the God Realm.

"Get rich..." Taoist Su Yu who quietly exchanged his bet in Wutian Continent whispered excitedly, bowed his head, and walked away quickly.

With such wealth, he decided not to work for Shenyuan Tiangong anymore.

He bet on Yunlan Sword Immortal's 2,100 divine crystals, even though the odds were only 1 to 10,000 when he bet, it was still 21 million divine crystals.

For a person like him, it can be used forever.

Why stay in Shenyuan Tiangong and be sent by others?

Just as he walked out of the hall, the light curtain above Wutianzhou also began to shatter.

The elites who participated in the peak meeting returned one by one.

However, only seventy percent of them returned.

30% will disappear forever.

"Look, Yunlan Sword Immortal Han Muye, the leader of this summit meeting!" Someone whispered, looking at Han Muye who was running fast ahead.

Han Muye didn't wait, and went straight to the betting hall.

"Boy, you sent it."

"It's really big!"

There was excitement in the chirping of the golden bird.

"I didn't expect that you could be so ruthless." Hun Huan's figure also appeared in the light curtain of the hall.

"Aren't you afraid that people from Shenyuan Tiangong will come and kill you?"

Han Muye didn't speak, but quickly placed the identity card he bet on on the light curtain in front of him.

Exchange gambling funds!

Tens of billions of divine crystal wealth!

This is the accumulated wealth of the largest sect in the God Realm over countless tens of thousands of years, plus the remaining wealth of the other three major sects.

If so much wealth is taken away, the entire God Realm will collapse.

But Han Muye didn't hesitate, and directly stretched out his hand to put the mountains in the light array into his battle armor.

Only the storage space in the Great Desolation Armor can hold the 300 billion divine crystals, and 100,000 immortal treasures and 10,000 supreme treasures worth 2 trillion.

This is really all the details of the entire Shenyuan Tiangong!

This is more than 80% of the wealth accumulation in this side of the God Realm.

In addition to these wealth, there is a golden ball, like a golden eyeball.

This is the control hub of the entire Wutianzhou, and also the control core of the big formation.

Standing in front of the empty light curtain, Han Muye took a deep breath and walked out of the hall.

He knew that Shenyuan Tiangong would not let him take these treasures away.

No one dared to let him take away so much wealth.

He didn't even dare.

With so much wealth, no matter where he goes, he will be targeted by countless strong men.

Unless, leave this universe.

Walking out of the main hall, the outside of the main hall is already full of elites from all walks of life.

Huang Laoliu grinned and stepped forward.

"Your fortune is really the same as back then..."

Wealth.

Ever since Han Muye stepped into Jiange, he seemed to be able to make a fortune wherever he went.

In the Jiange, the first bucket of gold that Han Muye got was the ten pieces of spirit stones that were picked up by Jiang Han from the outer sect.

Since then, Han Muye has never been short of spirit stones.

"Sixth brother, you offended Shenyuan Tiangong, what are you going to do?" Han Muye looked at Huang Lao Liu and said in a low voice, "Why don't you return to the God Realm?"

Hearing his words, Huang Lao Liu laughed.

"Take a look, what is this."

In his palm, he took out a light blue jade tablet, with a golden light shining on it, and two runes flashed on it.

Token to the Desolate Domain.

I really didn't expect that Huang Laoliu had such a treasure in his hand.

"Sixth brother, are you going to Huangtianyu?" Han Muye asked.

"I'm not going." Huang Laoliu shook his head and said in a low voice, "But you are going."

"Shenyuan Tiangong, I won't let you go."

"I'll take care of your foundation. If you really can't bear it, I'll go directly to Huangtianyu."

Huang Laoliu looked solemn.

How many times he left and left everything to Han Muye to take care of.

This time, it was his turn to take care of Han Muye.

"My master, the sect has sent a message behind me, and they will do their best to protect me." Huang Laoliu grinned, "After all, you have wiped out the family property of Shenyuan Tiangong."

"As long as you don't die and those treasures are not snatched back by Shenyuan Tiangong, Shenyuan Tiangong will not dare to offend other big sects in the God Realm."

The most feared thing in worldly practice is poverty.

Shenyuan Tiangong is nothing without endless wealth and heritage.

"good."

Han Muye raised his head and looked towards the sky.

Above the sky, pillars of light turned into stairs and descended downward.

"The rewards for this heyday meeting have begun to be distributed."

"The elites who have entered the top 100 have the opportunity to enter the Shenyuan Tiangong Mushenchi to purify their divinity."

"The top ten of the peak meeting will each have an additional quota for the purification of divinity in Mushenchi, and a top-grade fairy treasure."

"The top three, each get three places and one treasure."

"The leader of the heyday meeting, five training spots in the Mushenchi, plus three treasure rewards."

Pieces of jade tokens, pieces of fairy treasures, and treasures flew down.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the jade token in his hand, seeing that it was a certificate that could be used by anyone without any mark.

Five jade cards for cultivating divinity represent the opportunity for at least three immortals to achieve success.

Putting away the jade tablet, he reached out to catch the three treasures.

A long sword with staggered lines of gods and gods.

In this sword, there is an endless air of boundlessness.

If it weren't for the tens of thousands of treasures in his hand, he would have taken a second look at these swords.

"Om—"

Sword intent poured into the blade, and countless memories flooded into Han Muye's mind.

The senior's practice method, the way of swordsmanship, the experience of this sword running across the world.

"Abyss Breaking Sword..."

The memory in the sword flashed quickly, and then froze on a screen.

The long sword collided with a golden stone tablet.

Stele?

Han Muye reached out and opened the second and third jade boxes in front of him.

A feather fan.

A mottled stone tablet.

Tianbei!

Overlord the Tianbei!

This is the real Heavenly Monument of Ba Xia, not the illusory Tian Bei that was blasted to pieces when he paraded around in the blood of Ba Xia.

In the memory of the bloodline, this Monument of Overlord Heaven existed at the time of the origin of the Great Desolation.

In this stele, there is a secret that all races want to reveal.

Reach out and hold the Tianbei.

In the jade box, there is only a palm-sized Tianbei, which is extremely heavy.

If he hadn't had the body of a dragon crocodile and the power of a prehistoric overlord, he wouldn't have been able to take out this monument at all.

When his fingers touched the Tianbei, he felt the blood in his body rushing like a big river.

This is the induction of blood power!

"Om—"

A golden mask emerged from his body.

On the mask, golden light shines, revealing runes.

"That's it, the Monument of Baxia!" Someone whispered in front of the light curtain that had been watching.

"This is a conspiracy!"

"The God Realm has always wanted to inherit the bloodline of Baxia, and owning the Tianbei is equivalent to owning the bloodline of Baxia!"

In front of the countless light curtains, some people exclaimed and some whispered.

But they could only watch as Han Muye in the light curtain grasped the monument and slowly took it out.

"Han Muye, so you are the remnant disciple of Master Tongtian Immortal!"

"This deity wants to take back all your rewards and escort you back to the Heavenly Palace!"

A shout rang out.

An old man in golden armor descended from the sky and slapped Han Muye on the head.

This palm directly suppressed the power of heaven and earth in Wu Tianzhou.

A chaotic phantom emerged, but was frozen outside this palm.

Huang Laoliu let out a low cry, raised his hand and punched out.

The old man in golden armor snorted coldly, raised his other hand, and waved his sleeve.

Huang Laoliu's fist collided with the old man's sleeve, and his body retreated uncontrollably, hitting the stone wall behind him.

The wall collapsed directly.

At this moment, heaven and earth are imprisoned.

In front of countless people, the strong man of Shenyuan Tiangong gave an inexplicable reason, and then directly killed Han Muye.

But this scene, no one can stop.

Because the strength of this old man is really strong to the peak.

In front of countless light curtains, the faces of the strong men from all sides were solemn, but they could only watch helplessly as the old man's palm was slapped.

Sure enough, this is Shenyuan Tiangong's way of doing things.

So domineering.

So what if the whole practice world can see it?

This Han Muye couldn't take any wealth with him, and getting the leader of the summit meeting didn't help at all.

It's just a cloud of smoke.

For those who have any thoughts, a feast is like a dream.

Shenyuan Tiangong, or Shenyuan Tiangong.

Still firmly sitting on the number one position in the God Realm, controlling the wealth and resources in the God Realm.

"Boom—"

The golden palm clapped and hit Han Muye's shoulder.

This palm also seems to hit the hearts of countless people.

"boom--"

Endless roar.

In everyone's eyes, the golden palm slapped Han Muye's shoulder, and then hit his black armor.

There was a faint cry of Kui Niu, and there was an inaudible dragon chant.

Lei Guang wrapped the palm.

Then, the unscathed Han Muye raised his hand.

The Overlord Tianbei he held in his palm was held horizontally.

The Tianbei is only one foot long and five inches thick.

Mottled, gray, like a brick.

Han Muye's arm swung down.

"Snapped--"

The blue-gray brick hit the old man's cheek.