Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

sword.

out.

This is an unstoppable edge that everything in the world can't stop, across the boundless world.

The sword light is as bright as the stars, and a moment is eternity.

The sword light flew down, and with a light spin, it chopped off the head of the purple Golden Crow in front of it.

The body of the golden crow covering the heaven and earth was shattered inch by inch.

Jian Guang turned back and fell into the sword box behind Han Muye again.

After this sword, I don't know how long it will take to warm up before it can be used.

Such a sword shouldn't be able to be used by him now.

"This is, Lu Yue Sword God..." Great Master Mu Yue stared at the trace of the sword light that Han Muye had withdrawn, his expression changed, as if he remembered something terrible.

Lu Zixu on the side also looked solemn, with awe flashing in his eyes.

The Sword God of that year, with one sword and one sword, swept across the Galaxy God Realm.

What kind of sword is this, it can cut the extremely strong Golden Crow in front of him?

"boom--"

Ahead, everything seemed to be collapsing.

It doesn't matter if there are ninety-nine golden crows, or those purple chains.

And the entire huge city ahead is crumbling.

Then, all the scenes were disillusioned and turned into a dark halo of purple flames.

The purple halo rotates, revealing a mysterious streamer.

The incomparably powerful purple Golden Crow and the city are all just a dream.

There are such means in the world, the illusion alone can suppress so many strong people from raising their heads.

How strong is the background of Ziyang City?

"rush--"

Not far away, with a low shout, five flying boats rushed into the halo.

The halo oscillated and slowly turned into illusion.

"That's the passage leading to Ziyang City!" Lu Zixu whispered.

Han Muye did not respond to him.

Because at this time Han Muye had already stepped out and crashed into the halo.

The others flew over without hesitation.

Cultivation emphasizes opportunity and a struggle.

At this time, the passage of Ziyang City is in front, if it is not contested, it will be a pity in this life.

When Zhi Tianyu and everyone else flew into the halo, the halo was already faint and invisible.

A figure appeared in the void.

With a green robe and long beard, a divine light flickered in his eyes.

If Han Muye was here, he would definitely recognize that this is the mysterious strong man who condensed Xia Ruzhe's soul into a small ball.

"It can actually break the reflection of the sky in Ziyang City."

"Such methods are hard to find in ancient times..."

The old man looked at the thin halo in front of him, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"Master, you hid Ziyang City and didn't want to hand it over to us disciples, but you never thought that we would have a way to enter Ziyang City."

With a chuckle, the old man moved and rushed into the aperture.

After he entered, the halo finally dissipated.

...

After Han Muye flew into the halo, he stood still in an instant.

In front of him was a void where flames were rising.

In the distance, a large city supported by chains and ninety-nine golden crows floated quietly.

That is the real Ziyang City.

Behind him, Haotian Golden Crow, Hun Dun and others flew down.

"boom--"

Ahead, five flying boats had already rushed out of the purple city.

A levitating Golden Crow opened its mouth and spit out a cloud of golden flames.

Golden Crow Divine Flame.

The flame hit, and then exploded directly.

The void in a radius of a hundred miles instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The five flying boats seemed to have responded long ago, and five water curtains rose to block the flames.

The flying boat scattered in five directions.

"This is the power of rules."

"On the five flying boats, there are cosmic level water vein treasures." Great Zun Muyue looked solemn.

"Except for the power of the rules, this kind of flame power cannot be stopped at all."

If you can't hold back, you won't be able to pass.

If you can't get through, you can't enter Ziyang City, what kind of treasures are you talking about?

"This is indeed the power of the Golden Crow."

The Haotian Golden Crow had already calmed down the previous agitation, and his eyes fell into the distance.

Squinting his eyes, a flame appeared on his body.

"Perhaps, to enter this Ziyang City, you can use the power of blood."

As he spoke, he flew forward, and a light wing spread out behind him.

Dragging a golden long knife in his hand, the Haotian Golden Crow looks like a god of flames.

Flame to flame.

The golden divine flame collided with the purple halo flame in front of it, shattered and was swallowed.

The Haotian Golden Crow let out a long howl, and the flames on its body burst out, and a sea of ​​flames surrounded it.

Even if he was devoured by the opponent's flame, he didn't care about his own divine flame and sent it straight forward.

Swallow, let you swallow.

Seeing this scene, Han Muye raised his hand.

A long sword appeared in his palm.

On the black sword body, thin lines of golden tattoos lit up.

The sword of the true spirit, a cosmic warrior with more than ninety-nine divine lines.

This is the sword transformed from Han Muye's true spirit bone, and he has been unable to arouse it to the extreme all this time.

This time, after the ninety-nine divine patterns lit up, all the divine patterns contained in the sword body seemed to be activated, and the sword body was shining brightly, no longer the black and black appearance it was before.

"boom--"

The sword light shot straight to ten thousand feet, and merged with the Golden Crow Divine Flame on the Haotian Golden Crow in front.

The Golden Crow flame that devoured the divine flame vibrated, as if extremely excited.

The sea of ​​flames transformed by the Haotian Golden Crow Divine Flame kept stirring and surging.

At this moment, endless streams of light collided, lighting up the entire Ziyang City.

The power of Han Muye's Golden Crow bloodline is even stronger than Haotian Golden Crow!

With the blessing of his bloodline power, the Golden Crow bloodline in Ziyang City was finally activated.

The Haotian Golden Crow walked forward step by step, and the flames around his body were sent forward like merit.

"I'm late..."

Whispering in the air, the blood power of the Haotian Golden Crow kept bursting out.

The ninety-nine golden crows in front of them all opened their eyes and flapped their wings slowly.

Streaks of golden blood light gathered from every Golden Crow, and then condensed into a golden stone step in front of the Haotian Golden Crow.

Haotian Jinwu looked at the stone steps in front of him, was silent for a moment, and then slowly turned his head.

"Go ahead."

"I won't go in."

"For me, the inheritance of these predecessors is enough."

The inheritance of ninety-nine ancient golden crows.

This is indeed a rare opportunity in the world.

Only the blood of the Golden Crow clan has the chance to obtain this opportunity.

Han Muye nodded, put away the True Spirit Sword, stepped out in one step, landed on the stone steps, and charged into Ziyang City in front of him.

The others looked at each other, bowed to the Haotian Golden Crow, and then stepped up the stone steps.

Everyone stepped on the stone steps, and their figures disappeared.

The Haotian Golden Crow stood where it was, with a calm expression on its face.

For a moment, he raised his head and looked at the void ahead.

"Aren't you going in?"

"If you really don't go in, I will remove this step."

He raised his hand and spoke softly.

As his voice fell, several figures appeared in the void ahead.

Among them, there are not only the old man who appeared in the light curtain before, but also several figures who are shrouded in virtual light outside their figures and cannot see through their bodies.

Several of them stepped back slightly when they saw the old man.

"Since the little friend is generous, the old man is also generous." The old man looked at the Haotian Golden Crow in front of him, his face was calm, and he waved his hand: "You can all enter Ziyang City, but whether it is a chance or a danger, it depends on you gone."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the Haotian Golden Crow, nodded with a chuckle, and then disappeared with a single movement.

The others also quickly stepped up the stone steps.

The Haotian Golden Crow watched everyone leave, the golden divine flames in his eyes danced, and finally disappeared silently.

His body also disappeared in place.

Disappeared together with him were the steps ahead and the surrounding Golden Crow figures.

...

Purple Sun City.

Han Muye landed in a gloomy city, without the slightest light around him.

This kind of darkness was in contrast to the shining purple streamer of the ninety-nine golden crows outside the city.

"It shines on the outside, but the darkness remains on the inside." Stepping on the loose soil under his feet, Han Muye whispered.

This Ziyang City has a burning emptiness.

"boom--"

Ahead, there was the sound of roaring and cracking.

It seems that the practitioners on the five flying boats made the move.

Han Muye was not in a hurry.

The relics in Ziyang City are so good, it is impossible that they have not been taken away for so many years.

"call out--"

With a sharp whistling, a ten-foot-long golden arrow pierced through the void.

Accompanied by shouts and wailing.

Han Muye could see the extraordinaryness of the arrow.

It was clearly a long arrow with the power of divine flames.

He also knows this kind of refining method that combines the Golden Crow Divine Flame with weapons.

The Art of Refining Artifacts of the Golden Crow Clan.

Of course, in this arrow, there is also the aura of real spirit bones.

At least one strong man of the Golden Crow tribe offered his true spirit.

Why are there so many Golden Crows in Ziyang City?

Was it plundered from the wilderness, or is it here?

Who is Xu Ziyang?

As Han Muye walked forward, he finally saw those figures surrounded by a tall altar in front of him.

At least a thousand people gathered outside the tall altar, and the aura on their bodies coincided with the war puppets around them.

At least half of these people are powerhouses at or above the holy level, and the rest are also profoundly cultivated, none below the ninth level.

I don't know if these people are all from Linglong City, or if they are a combination of several forces.

"boom--"

A golden saber slashed down, sending a Primordial War Puppet flying.

In front of the altar, four golden war puppets held various weapons in their hands, and their aura was overwhelming.

The golden war puppet who shot out swung a long knife, and the war puppet who supported him held a big bow. The long bow was full of the moon, and the arrows in it had already lit up.

On the other side, a war puppet holding a long spear, the spear tip of the spear was icy cold, and the war puppet beside him was holding a big sword, and the big sword was leaning on it in front of him, with a condensed momentum.

"Boom—"

Another long arrow shot out.

The moment the arrow was shot, it exploded ten feet away, turned into thousands of arrows, and then shattered the space thousands of feet in front of him.

The flames soared into the sky, and there was nothingness within a thousand feet.

"kill."

Holding the knife, the puppet stepped out and rushed into the illusory flames. One knife at a time, the blade tore apart the world.

Unstoppable, totally unstoppable.

The surrounding space was swept by the blade, no matter whether it was a god-level powerhouse or a prehistoric war puppet, they could not resist the knife.

Originally, thousands of strong men retreated quickly, but they also lost a lot. They all looked pale and looked at each other with solemn expressions.

"Chong, I must get the Ziyang Cauldron today."

Someone shouted not far away, and then several blue figures rushed out, followed by the three prehistoric war puppets.

The war puppet cooperated with each other, a few flashes had already rushed through the illusory flame in front, then raised his hand, and slashed at the golden war puppet holding a big bow.

"Boom—"

The process of accumulating power of this war puppet was interrupted, golden light appeared from his body, and the longbow was raised to block the shadow of the fist that fell from above his head.

The war puppet holding the war gun on the other side snorted coldly, and the war gun stabbed out suddenly.

"Stab—"

With the sound of the void being torn apart, the three Primordial Battle Puppets were all knocked into the air.

The defense of the prehistoric battle puppet was already extremely strong. Although the body was not damaged by this blow, its strength was suppressed.

"Bound."

It seems that they have already understood the methods of these four puppets, and the practitioners in the rear did not hesitate, and a large gray net fell towards the hood of the puppets.

The war puppet's body was covered by a light net, and the spear in his hand stabbed forward, but it seemed to be struggling in a quagmire.

"Stay strong." Someone shouted, and then a silver war puppet rushed out holding a golden sledgehammer.

The strength of this war puppet has already surpassed the ordinary prehistoric level, and it is amazing just because of this agility.

Han Muye looked up at the altar.

On the top of the altar, there is a golden tripod about three feet high.

The big tripod is surrounded by fiery red flowing light lines, and a flame rises in front of the tripod.

With an uncontrollable heat wave, the purple flame spread to the surrounding layer by layer, and then was blocked again.

That piece of space is distorted.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly.

What kind of power can make that space both real and distorted?

This is a real closed space.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the big tripod on the top of the altar.

The divine flames and divine patterns on the cauldron gave him a sense of déjà vu.

"The divine pattern of the Golden Crow tribe?"

The power of the divine pattern is the top power in the prehistoric inheritance.

Only a strong bloodline can condense the divine pattern.

Xu Ziyang, is it really the blood of the prehistoric beast?

"boom--"

The war puppet holding the long spear was covered by the light net, and then pulled by hundreds of practitioners, his feet were a little unstable, and his figure was turbulent. Taking this opportunity, the silver war puppet was struck out with a hammer.

This hammer hit the shoulder of the golden-armored war puppet, causing the hundred-foot-tall war puppet to stagger and almost fall down.

It's just that the body of this war puppet was pressed down by the palm deep in the back.

The golden war puppet with the big sword stretched out his hand, and grabbed the shrouded light net with his palm, just pulling it casually.

"Stab—"

All the optical network collapsed, and the hundreds of practitioners involved in this optical network all vomited blood and retreated.

The battle armor holding the sword raised his hand, and the sword in his palm was raised, and streamers of light flashed on it.

"boom--"

With a slash of the sword, the body of the silver war puppet holding the war hammer retreated continuously, his feet were floating, and then his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground.

A clear long sword rested on the silver puppet's shoulder.

"Yinyue, you betrayed Ziyang City and disturbed the Lord's dormancy. Is this what you did?"

"Didn't you always want freedom, I'll give it to you."

The golden war puppet whispered in his mouth, his voice vibrating, he raised his long sword, and slashed it down.

But this sword didn't hit the top of the silver war puppet's head, but collided with an icy sword that pierced it.

The icy sword light shattered, and then turned into ice mist, freezing the golden war puppet that drew the sword from the blade to the body, inch by inch.

"Lingyao, you never thought I was still alive, did you?"

A figure appeared behind the silver war puppet, wearing a black robe, with a gloomy expression.