Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

let me.

Face at least two wasteland overlords.

When Han Muye uttered these words, an extremely surging force suddenly rose from his body.

When Ang's power exploded, even the vastness of the world could not suppress it.

At this moment, a surge of fighting intent seemed to rise straight up from the abyss, dyeing the whole world in blood.

This blood-colored power stirred the heavens and the earth, causing the two overlords of the wilderness in front to turn their heads.

"boom--"

In the void, invisible forces clashed directly, triggering the collision of streamers on the entire altar.

Like clouds dancing on boiling water, all the marks on the altar are shining.

The body of the god elephant and the silver-robed old man each aroused a boundless force and pressed towards Han Muye.

This collision of energy forces has not yet officially started, and it has completely collapsed one after another of the rocky mountains, and every god-level practitioner is spitting blood.

Standing next to Han Muye, the Great Master Mu Yue was shocked, and two figures appeared behind him.

She didn't speak again, and the three figures raised their hands at the same time.

It was the only chance for Han Muye to take advantage of the time when Han Muye was mobilizing the power of the two overlords.

Han Muye restrained the two overlords of the wasteland with his own strength.

"Om—"

Between the palms of the three figures, a stream of golden light converged into a long dragon, which crossed the sky.

Illusion and reality are intertwined, and the streamer shines, tearing a hole in the gray darkness that covers the sky.

A golden spear appeared in his hand, and Venerable Mu Yue stepped forward, standing in front of the gap.

"Walk."

The three figures spoke at the same time.

The human cultivators on the broken rocky mountains everywhere did not dare to hesitate, and all flew up.

"Thank you, Great Master Mu Yue, for your help."

There was a voice in the distance.

It was the ten cosmic level powerhouses whose stature was fixed.

Someone in God's Domain recognizes Venerable Muyue.

Great Zun Mu Yue's complexion remained unchanged, and the three figures interlaced and flickered, making it impossible to see the reality.

Lu Zixu took a deep breath, looked solemn, and bowed to Han Muye who was standing in front of him.

"Thank you Brother Han."

It wasn't that Han Muye restrained the two overlords of the wasteland, Master Muyue couldn't find a chance to break through the sky.

At this time, everyone can leave, but Han Muye alone cannot escape.

Because he has been locked by two strong overlords of the wasteland.

"Thank you, Brother Han." Li Changyun and the others also bowed to Han Muye.

In today's situation, no matter who can risk their lives to stand out, they must accept this life-saving sentiment.

"Brother Han, if you and I survive today, I, Bai Zhen, will definitely repay my life-saving grace." Bai Zhen, who was covered in golden armor, shouted loudly, and then stepped into the sky.

There are many elites of the human race in this wasteland.

None of them expected that it would be the result of such a life-and-death struggle.

For these proud elites, it never occurred to them that they would make it out alive.

"Brother Han, take care." Su Jinxing of the Great Wilderness Temple spoke loudly, and his body turned into a stream of light and rushed out.

"snort--"

The Howling God Wolf outside the altar in front let out a cold snort, and behind him a silvery-white wolf shadow emerged.

The moment the wolf shadow appeared, the surrounding world was in turmoil. It collided with the blood-colored power emanating from Han Muye's body, tearing apart the blood-colored clouds, and crashing towards the gap in the sky.

A golden light flashed in the eyes of Great Master Mu Yue, and he raised the spear in his hand.

The three figures flashed and stood side by side.

"I'll come." Han Muye's voice sounded.

The voice arrives, blood coagulation.

A scarlet battle armor emerged from Han Muye's body.

This is the battle armor that locks the power of the dragon and crocodile. Combined with the power of Kui Niu, his physical strength is extremely strong.

"boom--"

With one step forward, Han Muye's figure was already in front of the phantom silver wolf.

When he raised his hand, he punched out.

Pure physical strength.

Borrowing the power of a battle armor is also the limit of the power of the ancient beasts.

"Boom—"

The fist shadow flew down and hit the silver wolf's chest.

Qianzhang Silver Wolf shuddered and his eyes widened.

The huge body retreated uncontrollably, stepping into the void step by step.

Above the void, cracks appeared.

"Om—"

It wasn't until the silver wolf retreated a hundred feet that there was the sound of force collision in the void.

The sound waves vibrated, and the surrounding world shattered inch by inch.

Even the black clouds on the sky were shattered by this blow.

"drink--"

Han Muye gained momentum and stepped out again, chasing after the retreating Silver Wolf's body, and punched him down again.

His boxing and combat skills have long been in the realm of transformation, a seemingly ordinary punch, which reveals the rationality of the operation of worldly forces.

Such means are unavoidable.

Not to mention the silver wolf, even the top martial arts expert among the human race, who has condensed the power of boxing to the limit, can only fight hard with this punch.

"Good boxing."

In the distance, a human cosmic level powerhouse who was entangled in his body shouted.

"Haha, breaking the emptiness with the truth, turning everything into change, my little friend's punch is not shallow!" The one who spoke was Lu Genghong, the strong man of the Lu family.

"Be careful, little friend. After today, you can come to my Li family as a guest." The person who spoke was Chen Liangjun, the Chen family's cosmic powerhouse.

Han Muye had already shown enough potential with just one punch.

This kind of martial arts combat skills, with more honing and improvement, can become a strong one in this God's Domain.

Several powerful people saw through this punch, and naturally expressed their favor.

What's more, the bravery and responsibility shown by Han Muye today has already won everyone's favor.

"Boom—"

Han Muye's fist shadow caught up with Yin Lang's body, and hit him on the top of Yin Lang's head.

The silver wolf's body was in turmoil, unwillingness was revealed in his eyes, and his whole figure slowly turned into nothingness.

"The child is looking for death!"

The phantom of the silver wolf that he condensed was shattered, and the silver-robed old man flew towards him without waiting any longer.

The speed was extremely fast, and a flicker was already in front of Han Muye.

"Be careful with his icy powers."

"This guy is extremely fast."

"He has a fish-scale knife, which can be turned into thousands, don't let him get close!"

Several voices sounded.

The ten universe-level powerhouses in the distance are imprisoned at this time, but their experience and vision are still there.

They are very familiar with the fighting power and methods of the Howling God Wolf.

"Om—"

A cloud of snow-colored frost pressed down on Han Muye's head.

The silver-robed old man's body turned into nothingness, spreading around Han Muye's body.

A blue-gray long knife floated in the air, with the light of fish scales shining on it.

A golden halo appeared in Han Muye's eyes.

In this situation, he only needs to take half a step back to break the opponent's magic power.

As long as the magic power is broken, he can face it more calmly.

He can withdraw.

But he doesn't want to.

Today, he will not take half a step back.

Today's battle is his first battle to become a universe-level powerhouse.

He is a sword cultivator.

In his bones, there is an unbreakable mind of swordsmanship.

No refund!

Clenching his fists, he took a step forward.

Face a wasteland overlord head-on, peak against peak before the opponent's supernatural powers!

"Oh, what a pity."

"This step is wrong."

"If you can swim and fight for a while, maybe you still have a chance, but now, it's difficult."

When most of the human races on the surrounding rocky mountains have withdrawn, those powerful people from all sides in the distance can already watch the battle with peace of mind.

It's just that Han Muye's performance at this time really disappointed them.

Such a direct confrontation with a wasteland overlord, even they themselves do not want to.

"Go to hell." A silver figure gathered in front of Han Muye, and then a fish-scale long knife slashed at Han Muye's head.

This is a blow after the soul and body, the power of heaven and earth converge.

These methods seem straightforward, but they are endless beheadings at the level of power.

This blow, even a strong man who has stepped into the prehistoric level for thousands of years, can only be seriously injured in exchange for his life.

The power of the rules is completely under control, and there is no chance to escape.

Han Muye's body seemed to be completely imprisoned by this knife, and he could only watch the long knife cut down inch by inch.

must die.

Must die?

In the distance, Great Master Mu Yue clenched his spear tightly and looked at Han Muye's figure.

She knew that even if she took action at this time, she would not be able to save Han Muye.

But if Han Muye was killed today, she would fight without hesitation and fight to the death.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the long knife.

This knife, with the halo on it, seemed to have chopped his soul to pieces countless times.

This is an illusion.

But it can also be said that this is a display of power in the world, and it is the foreknowledge of the next moment.

"I smile to the sky from the sidelines, and I will leave Kunlun with my heart and gall."

Han Muye watched the long knife fall, and suddenly let out a soft moan.

Hengdao smiled to the sky.

Go and stay two Kunlun.

In front of him, there seemed to be an endless mountain gathering, blocking the long knife.

This is, what means?

"Confucianism?"

"Confucianism and Taoism overhaul?"

"This, is this the combination of the Dao of Heaven and Earth and Confucianism?"

Around, exclamations came out.

The boxing techniques and physical strength that Han Muye showed just now clearly resembled a practitioner with profound martial arts skills.

It is a person who stepped into the realm of the gods with physical strength and became a cosmic level powerhouse.

But at this time, how could he use Confucianism and Taoism against the enemy?

It is simply impossible for these two forces to merge together...

"Boom—"

The mountain was smashed to pieces by the long knife, and the long knife turned into flying blades like endless fish scales, and hit Han Muye directly.

This is the killer move of a cosmic level soldier!

So what if Han Muye had the means to block that knife before?

Can he still block the blow?

Unless, he has a cosmic treasure that can restrain these thousands of fish-scale flying blades.

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

A blue ink pen appeared in Han Muye's hand.

"Kong Zhongqiu's ink pen!"

"It's really Confucianism..."

Above the ink brush, pieces of bamboo leaves flew out and collided with the flying blade.

Flying Blade does not know how many there are.

I don't know how many bamboo leaves there are.

The flying blade carries the deadly power of Senhan.

There is vigorous vitality on the bamboo leaves.

The power of life and death intertwined and exploded in front of Han Muye.

The power of this explosion tore apart the cold cloud that originally enveloped him.

Howling God Wolf's natal means could not stop the bursting and intertwining of the power of life and death.

"Om—"

The shattered streamers scattered, and finally the green bamboo leaves and the fish-scale flying blades turned back.

Han Muye held an ink pen in his hand, facing the silver-robed old man with a long knife in his hand.

Evenly matched.

Not evenly matched.

Howling Sky Divine Wolf took the initiative to attack, with supernatural powers, treasures, and combat skills all at the same time.

As the defending side, Han Muye was undefeated.

Calculated in this way, doesn't it mean that Han Muye's strength is stronger than a wasteland overlord?

"The methods of Confucianism and Taoism are special, and Xiaotian Shenlang didn't think of it."

"Indeed, who would have thought that little friend Han would have such means."

Several cosmic level powerhouses looked at each other with a trace of emotion on their faces.

At this time, their figures were locked by streams of light, and they could only watch.

The thirteen beasts of the wilderness were also in the same place, unable to move an inch.

In the current situation, the battle between Han Muye and the two overlords of the wasteland will become the key to decide the battle at the altar.

It's just that in everyone's eyes, it's impossible for Han Muye to resist the two wasteland overlords by himself.

"boom--"

Han Muye put away the ink pen in his hand, and then punched it out.

Although the silver-robed old man in front had a dignified expression, he didn't dare to take the punch head-on, so he could only take a step back.

It's just that he took this step back, and the surrounding world shook.

It seems that the endless power of heaven and earth is directly added to the body!

"You, you draw the power of heaven to yourself!"

The silver-robed old man's eyes widened and he let out a low cry.

"Is he a real Confucian and Taoist practitioner?"

"How can it be?"

The surrounding cosmic level powerhouses all exclaimed.

Han Muye turned out to be a real Confucian and Taoist practitioner, and his own power really attracted the power of heaven and earth!

With the power of his own boxing, combined with the power of Confucianism and Taoism.

Such methods are unheard of.

"If he doesn't die today, God's Domain must have one more top expert." Lu Genghong lowered her voice and whispered softly.

The others looked at each other, their minds intertwined.

"boom--"

Han Muye took another step forward and punched out.

He took another step, another punch.

"boom--"

The silver-robed old man could not stand still in front of this fist shadow.

This kind of power is beyond his imagination.

A cosmic junior of the human race, who can overwhelm the monster race with a shot, can't raise his head!

Today's situation made the strong players around watching the battle look sideways.

Among the juniors of God's Domain, who has such strength?

"Really, extraordinary." A simple-faced Taoist whispered softly.

"With such physical strength, the future is limitless." Lu Genghong's eyes shone brightly.

"Jade and Gold God Elephant, why don't you make a move?" The silver-robed old man turned his head and shouted.

In normal times, he would definitely not be able to save face and lose his status as the overlord of the wasteland, and would never ask for help from the Jade and Gold God Elephant.

Only today is different.

Opening the altar today is a costly and costly affair planned by various ministries on the wasteland.

Such things cannot be defeated on him.

"Hehe, good." The voice sounded.

A golden figure of a sky-supporting giant elephant bumped into it.

The jade-gold idol, based on its own strength, is the strongest physical beast on the wasteland.

The physical body is the strongest in the world, and it can be ruled by the way of strength.

The moment the golden body collided, there was a roar and shock between the sky and the earth.

"Om—"

The heaven and earth were in turmoil, as if thousands of layers of clouds burst.

"One against two..."

"The Jade and Gold God Elephant strikes, and its physical strength is so strong that even with the blessings of Confucianism, Taoism and Heaven, it cannot resist it."

"Hey, unless Kong Zhongqiu comes in person, no one can resist with the power of Confucianism and Taoism."

Everyone has a look of disappointment on their faces.

A human elite with incomparable potential was about to be beheaded by this blow.

Unfortunately, none of them could save them.

In the face of absolute power, none of them is the enemy of this idol.

"Hurry up and hide—" Lu Genghong let out a long cry.

Hide, who can hide?

There are very few people in the entire Divine Realm who can resist and evade this kind of physical strength.

Looking at the giant elephants gathered in the mountains, Han Muye felt his blood boil.

With his own strength, can he compete with this rare idol in the world?

Clenching his fist lightly, Han Muye raised his head.

"boom--"

Above Han Muye's head, the body of a mighty blood crocodile condensed!

The prehistoric overlord, the dragon crocodile!

At this moment, the world was silent.