Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Devil Dao Cultivation Technique.

There are many Devil Cultivators in Xijiang, and various Cultivation Techniques are circulating.

In the eyes of Xijiang Xiu practitioners, Devil Cultivator has a natural estrangement from Jian Xiu and Spiritual Qi Xiu practitioners.

Devil Cultivator is more cold-blooded than other practitioners.

It is said that the first Devil Dao in Western Xinjiang overhauled the Shangyang Demon Sect Sect Leader Li Mubai, who once killed his own dao companion with his own hands.

This is why Jiang Ming reminded him when he saw Han Muye and Bai Suzhen doing business.

Western Xinjiang Devil Cultivator, most of them don't end well.

"I know you have no prejudice against Devil Cultivator." Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

"Otherwise you wouldn't be entangled with Bai Suzhen."

This turned Han Muye's serious face into a smile.

Indeed, in his view, there is no right or wrong in practice, it only depends on whether the practitioner's original mind can be right.

What Tang Chixiu did was the real transfer power method of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, so what?

This time it wasn't because he deliberately delayed, and the Fengshou Mountain defense line might not be broken.

"You can see through the sixth brother." Han Muye shook his head, and also reached out to peel a sweet potato.

Han Muye didn't stay in Huang Lao Liu's place for a long time, he got up and left after saying a few words.

On the cliff in the distance, Li San was carrying the wine Calabash, pouring it down one sip after another.

Han Muye stepped forward and pulled out his own little Calabash.

He took a long sip of the sad wine, then turned the Calabash down, letting the precious drink scatter.

"There is a rule in my hometown that if you spill wine on the ground, those who have passed away can drink it."

Han Muye said, holding the wine Calabash and gesturing in the air: "Tenth Brother, Nineteen to you."

Li San raised his head, also lifted the Calabash, and then took another sip.

"This guy Lu Shi has an idea for me."

Sprinkling the drink in Calabash like Han Muye did, Li San suddenly spoke.

"He knew that I was waiting for Deng Chungang, so he didn't mention it to me."

"Before he came, he deliberately borrowed my wine, Calabash, and replaced all my wine with water."

Li San looked into the distance, with a mocking smile on his face: "That idiot thought that if he made something delicious and stayed in the spiritual ground, I would be able to have feelings for him?"

"ridiculous."

After speaking, she stood up and handed a small cloth bag to Han Muye.

"This is what Lu Shi asked me to give you."

"Give back your Spirit Stones from Medicine Pill."

The last time Lu Shi came to Fengshou Mountain, he borrowed Medicine Pill from Han Muye.

Han Muye reached out and took the cloth bag. The cloth bag was full of various spiritual materials, including a lot of Spirit Stones, and some swords.

All in all, the value is estimated to be hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones.

Han Muye held the cloth bag tightly.

To be honest, he never thought of letting Lu Shi and the others return Medicine Pill's Spirit Stones.

He is not lacking.

"When this battle is over, I will leave the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

Li San, who had walked a few steps, stopped and said lightly, "I'm not interested in being in the same Sect with someone like Tang Er."

After speaking, she took the sword and left.

Han Muye sat on the cliff, looked at the distant Yaozu station, and sighed softly.

"Haha, at a young age, just sigh like this."

"If the old man was like your age, he would have shot that Tang Er directly."

The disheveled Master Tu Sun stood on the edge of the rock at some point, stroked his beard, and sniffed lightly: "The wine is good."

Han Muye raised his hand and tossed the little Calabash over.

Master Tu Sun took the Calabash and lifted it directly, and a stream of bright wine fell into his mouth.

"Good wine!"

With one mouthful in his throat, he let out a long laugh, holding the little Calabash and taking a few sips before he couldn't put it down and started playing.

"I'll give it to you if I like it."

Han Muye waved his hands.

When he drank this wine with Lu Shi and the others, he felt very happy.

Now, Li San didn't want to stay in Jiuxuan Jianmen anymore, and Lu Shi also fell.

This wine really makes me sad the more I drink it.

Master Tu Sun laughed, put the wine Calabash in his pocket, and said, "Boy, you will get used to it in the future."

"Cultivation is a journey of loneliness."

"Three to five hundred years later, the same practitioners will wither and survive, and you will no longer have the thoughts you have today."

Han Muye nodded.

He knew that what Tu Sun said was right.

Cultivation practitioners can live for thousands of years, and eventually they will die together with the practitioners.

No wonder those ancestors can really cut off their love.

But there is nothing that can make them worry about it.

"Don't say, there are quite a few of your Jiuxuan Jianmen juniors who are tyrannical in combat power, but they are really ruthless, and it's that Tang Er."

"If what happened today, he will have a place in the entire Western Frontier." Master Tu Sun looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face: "Unfortunately, human beings are not as good as heaven."

After speaking, Master Tu Sun turned his head to look at the distant mountain forest, where the Monster Qi was rising.

"Boy, it's not easy to survive the next battle."

"Don't die here."

Han Muye laughed and looked up at Master Tu Sun: "So is the senior."

This made Master Tu Sun laugh out loud, and the voice spread thousands of feet away, attracting countless eyes.

Master Tu Sun left, Han Muye Lotus Position sat down, and Dantian spun the celestial pills one by one, swaying Spiritual Qi.

He came here without sleep, another battle, and he was indeed exhausted to the extreme.

Lotus Position adjusted his breath, his mind was restrained, and Sword Qi all over his body converged, like a rock.

...

"boom--"

When Han Muye opened his eyes, the sun was already rising.

There was a roar in the distance.

"Last night, the army of the demon clan has been pushed to the front line of Yunchao Ridge." Li San stood on the cliff with a long sword in his arms, his eyes shining brightly with the rising sun.

"There is the direction of Yuntai Daozong."

"It is estimated that Yuntai Daozong is surrounded."

Yuntai Taoist School, one of the nine major schools in Western Xinjiang.

The station is near Fengshou Mountain, and Yuntai Daozong has long been prepared.

In the distance, light curtains rose up, and then they were crushed by the monster Qi that filled the sky.

The roar sounded like thunder.

"Can you keep it?"

Han Muye took a deep breath and asked.

Li San shook his head and said, "I can't hold it."

Can't hold it.

Yuntai Daozong is just one of the nine major factions, and it cannot stop the siege of the Southern Wilderness Army.

"Then, are we watching like this?" Han Muye narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"The demon clan over there has definitely arranged for a strong person, just waiting for us to rescue." Li San looked calm and looked at Han Muye.

"I'm crazy about killing people, but I'm not stupid."

At this time, who will come to the rescue, and who will not become a fool who digs into a snare?

A roar, resounding.

The cloudy sky over Gu Chi's side was dyed blue and red.

Hundreds of miles away, hundreds of thousands of practitioners on Yunchao Ling just watched.

Han Muye only felt an inexorable sullen qi condensing in his heart, which made him not vomit unpleasantly.

He flew up and turned to look at the mountains behind him.

"Tu Sunshi senior, Yuntai Daozong is besieged, are we just watching?"

His high-pitched voice came out ten miles away.

Below, countless practitioners looked up at him.

Li San looked at Han Muye.

She didn't understand why Han Muye came forward at this time.

Today, no one can save Yuntai Daozong.

"Han Muye, who do you think you are?" A cold voice came, and a young man with a sword on his back in a green robe flew and hung in the air.

The green robe, the long sword, and the Sword intent on the body rushes to the sky.

The elite of the younger generation of Taiyi Sword Sect, Wanfa Wugui Sun Jinshi.

"You Jiuxuan Jianmen are not responsible for the loss of Fengshou Mountain, but now you are here to ask why you see Yuntai Daozong being besieged."

With a sneer on Sun Jinshi's face, he stared at Han Muye: "Go rescue Yuntai Daozong yourself if you have the ability."

Hearing Sun Jinshi's words, countless practitioners below shook their heads.

The defeat of Fengshou Mountain was due to the Nine Profound Sword Sect, and more importantly, the arrival of the Great Demon from the Southern Wilderness. The Western Border was unable to support the line of defense and could only retreat.

But what Sun Jinshi said was right, to find the culprit, it was the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Han Muye glanced at Sun Jinshi, then looked at the long sword on his back, and said lightly, "It turns out that he is the same guy as Tang Er."

His words made Sun Jinshi's complexion change, and the long sword behind him was unsheathed with a sound of "Cang Clang".

Han Muye ignored him and turned into a streamer.

"Master Tu Sun senior, Junior dared to invite you to go to Yuntai Daozong, would you dare to go with me?"

Han Muye let out a long whistle, and the sound shook hundreds of miles!

Invite the first sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang to go to Yuntai Daozong!

I also asked if I dared to go together!

This shout made all the practitioners on Yunchao Ling widen their eyes.

Crazy or stupid?

Sun Jinshi stared at him, gritted his teeth, and the sword in his hand showed a sharp edge.

"court death!"

He raised his hand and Sword Ray stabbed Han Muye.

Master Tu Sun is the number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang.

But even the No. 1 Swordsman in the Western Borders would not dare to face the digital Southern Wilderness Demons at the same time.

Han Muye is now inviting the rescue of Yuntai Daozong, he is clearly asking Master Tu Sun to die!

"roll."

Just as Sun Jinshi's Sword Ray stabbed Han Muye, Li San below raised his hand with a sword, directly knocking Sun Jinshi's Sword Ray away.

"You don't have the guts to go, it doesn't mean others won't go."

Li San drew his sword and shouted loudly: "Jiu Xuan Sword Sect Li Xixi is willing to go—"

She turned into a blue light and followed Han Muye to Yuntai Daozong.

Ahead, a path of demon light rose up.

Those are the realm masters in the demon clan who rushed to the sky to stop Sword Ray.

In the distance, there are three demon lights that cover the heaven and the earth into smoke pillars.

"Master Tu Sun, do you have the courage to come?"

The sound was like thunder, and the roar exploded.

Then, there is a long smile.

What about the first sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang?

At this time, don't you have to shrink your head obediently?

On the entire Yunchao Ridge, Xijiang Xiu practitioners gritted their teeth.

But no one wanted Master Tu Sun to take action.

There are only four Heavenly Realm overhaulers in the Western Border.

If Master Tu Sun didn't make a move, he could still act as a deterrent.

Once he made a move, he was besieged by three same rank powerhouses, and there was absolutely no hope of winning.

Whether it is the fall of Master Tu Sun or serious injury, for Xijiang, it is a critical situation.

"Master, don't go!" The pale-faced Sun Jinshi turned his head and shouted.

"Can't go?"

In the void, Master Tu Sun's voice sounded.

Wearing an Azure Taoist robe, wearing a purple-gold crown on his head, and carrying a long sword of bright light, Master Tu Sun did not look as sloppy as yesterday.

"Where not to go?"

Master Tu Sun took a thousand feet, his body was like thunder surging, Sword Ray turned into a dragon.

"It's my Western Xinjiang Yuntai Taoist sect, can't I go there as a Western Xinjiang cultivator?"

"Or, in this world, is there a place I can't go to with Master Sun?"

Master Tu Sun took one step at a time, a hundred miles in an instant.

"Haha, it's good to come!"

There was a long laugh from the cloud pillars that the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness had transformed into, and then three cloud pillars slammed into Master Tu Sun.

"Boy, if you ask me if I dare to go, see if the old man dares."

Master Tu Sun smiled, raised his hand and waved the long sword behind him, Sword Ray swept away, and the huge dragon shadow flew out instantly.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Dragon."

Lieyang Palace Town Palace swordsmanship, Tianlong.

This style of swordsmanship, Han Muye has seen from Jianwan.

The ten-thousand-zhang Tianlong, wrapped in wind and thunder, slammed into the big demon cloud pillar blocking the front.

The cloud pillar was knocked away, revealing one of the big men with scales and horns on his head.

With a long axe in the hand of the big man, he slashed towards Tianlong.

The other two cloud pillars collided with Master Tu Sun on the left and right sides.

Master Tu Sun laughed, and an illusory long sword appeared above his head.

"Boy, what's the difference between your sword pavilion's sword of divine soul and this old man's sword?"

He asked, and the long sword above his head slammed into the cloud pillar on the left.

"boom--"

The sword of the soul seemed to be sharper than the swordsmanship Tianlong, and it slashed the cloud pillar with a single sword, causing the green-robed demon clan holding a wooden staff to lose and retreat.

At this time, the cloud pillar of the demon clan on the far right has shrouded the head of Master Tu Sun, and a tall man wearing a black half-armor smiled: "Master Tu Sun, what other means do you have?"

Master Tu Sun's expression did not change, Han Muye moved and fell on the side of Master Tu Sun.

"Since Junior invited the senior to go with him, he should do his best to help the senior."

On top of Han Muye's head, an illusory long sword appeared, instantly matching with Master Tu Sun's sword of divine soul.

"boom--"

The two swords meet, bursting endless brilliance!

The big demon who could have resisted was slashed a hundred miles away by a sword, vomited blood and retreated.

The power of this sword is several times higher than before!

"I have a sword in the sword pavilion, which can defeat the realm of heaven."

"I'm also very curious about what this sword looks like in the hands of a Heavenly Realm powerhouse today." Han Muye looked at Master Tu Sun and said softly, "Senior please bring out the sword."

Master Tu Sun laughed, turned his head to look at the big demon on the right who was trying to escape, and then turned his eyes to Han Muye: "Boy, your swordsmanship is better than mine, I will let you out with this sword."

As his voice fell, the illusory long sword with endless brilliance solidified and fell on top of Han Muye's head, hanging quietly.

In Han Muye's eyes, infinite brilliance burst forth, and the long sword above his head trembled with his heart.

He slowly looked at the dignified black armored monster in the cloud pillar.