Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

In the mine tunnel, a Sword Ray rushed towards Han Muye.

The swordsmanship of the misty Taoist sect.

With the amount of magic power, in the roar, there is also the suppression of the soul.

The powerful person of the earth.

With the power of the veins, the stone walls in the mining passage vibrated, and broken stones were mixed in the Sword Ray, turning into a dragon.

Such a sword, without the combat power of the ground, cannot be caught at all.

The opposite Jianxiu didn't even think about whether he wanted to keep his hand.

Seeing this sword, Han Muye sighed in a low voice, and the two swords in both hands were twisted together.

"kill."

Han Muye's Sword Ray, with a burst of light, passed through the dragon that was gathered by the powerhouses.

"Thorn-"

Sword Ray, brought out a puddle of blood.

The strong man on the opposite side covered his chest with his hands, his eyes revealed unwillingness, and he slowly fell to the ground.

His swordsmanship is not bad, but it is not suitable to be performed here.

If the dragon can travel ten miles into the sky and wrap around the huge boulder, Han Muye will turn around and avoid this strike first.

Unfortunately, the mine tunnel here is narrow, and the power has not been accumulated yet, and the power of the earth and stone attracted by this sword is too small.

Among Han Muye's double swords, the power of flame exploded the dragon of earth and stone, and then the ice-cold Sword Ray used the power of the explosion, a hundred times the speed, to kill with one hit.

"Uncle Yang Teng!"

"No, Yang deacon was killed!"

"Quick, avenge Lord Deacon!"

The figure who followed Na Jianxiu rushed in and rushed towards Han Muye because of the crowd.

Sword Ray, aura, condensed into one piece in an instant, and went to the top of Han Muye's head.

Han Muye was not afraid at all, and swept out the Purple Flame Sword in his hand.

"boom--"

The flames turned into a wall, blocking all Sword Rays and auras.

Then, Qing Mingjian took the streamer and passed through the wall.

"Thorn-"

Han Muye, who was holding the sword in his hand, revealed a cold killing intent in his eyes.

Every time he moved his fingers, he could hear the sound of the blade scraping his body.

When the flames dissipated, on the opposite side, there were only two pale Qi Condensation cultivators standing at the farthest.

"Forgive me—"

One cultivator turned and walked away, the other slumped to the ground with weak feet, murmuring.

Han Muye shook his head, stretched out his hand, and the Qingming Sword returned to his palm.

At this moment, the cultivator, who was slumped on the ground, threw out a jade-colored talisman in his hand, with a hideous expression on his face: "Go to hell—"

Talisman.

Among this talisman, there are several talismans with extremely strong lethality.

These talismans exploded, and the mine road was a hundred feet in diameter, and it was bound to be exploded.

Seeing the talisman flying out, a blue light flashed away in Han Muye's eyes.

Soul Sword Qi.

It's just a practitioner of Qi Condensation. This divine soul Sword Qi flashed and annihilated his divine soul.

When the soul dies, the talisman thrown out will naturally not explode again.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and pocketed all the talismans.

"boom--"

In front of the mine road, there was a roar, and a sudden pressure surged.

"Dare to come to the Fire Marrow Mine of My Misty Dao Sect to make trouble, have you thought about how to die?"

The voice sounded, and an old man of fifty wearing a purple Taoist robe stepped into the mine with heavy steps and a shock.

This Daoist has a dignified magic power that rolls around.

The environment is enlightening.

The coercion from the divine soul made the Sword Ray flash in Han Muye's divine possession.

"Shut up."

Daoist's eyes flashed gold, staring at Han Muye's eyes.

As his voice fell, a roaring light flashed in front of Han Muye's eyes, turning into a giant hammer and crashing down.

This giant hammer is just a phantom, but it will fall directly on the Shenzang.

If the power of the soul is insufficient, it will be directly shattered by this giant hammer, scatter the soul, and turn into a fool.

The practice method of the Misty Taoism is really remarkable.

Han Muye met several people, some who practiced swordsmanship, some who practiced Taoism, and some who practiced spirituality.

With these means alone, it is already the heritage that a big Sect should have.

"roll."

The giant hammer fell, Han Muye snorted, and a small blue sword flashed above his head, smashing the giant hammer directly.

With a twist of the small sword, it wrapped the divine soul power that was shattered by the giant hammer and absorbed it.

On the opposite side, Daoist's face turned red at first, then turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

He pointed at Han Muye and tried to speak, but couldn't.

The magic technique gathered by the soul was smashed by Han Muye with one blow, and even the power of the soul was taken away. His soul was shaken, and the treasure was broken.

This is the danger of soul magic and swordsmanship.

The condensing sword art inherited from the sword pavilion, a sword condenses into a heaven of a hundred breaths, but if it encounters a strong opponent and shatters the sword, it is very likely that the soul will be shattered, and it will fall instantly.

The cultivation method of Jiange is really taking his life to cultivate.

After killing the master of the god of enlightenment, Han Muye raised his hand and moved a sword on the ground into his hand.

The sword started, Sword Qi poured, and scenes flashed in Han Muye's mind.

This scene made Han Muye's body start to vibrate, and a trace of fierce killing intent permeated.

From the swords, he saw that these practitioners from the Cloud Heaven Realm were slaughtering the practitioners of the Fire Source Realm one after another.

According to these lay practitioners, only by killing all the people in this realm can we completely occupy this realm.

And those practitioners who laid down their weapons and surrendered were thrown into the mines and never had the chance to go out for the rest of their lives.

The fate of these people cannot escape a sword in the end.

Practitioners from outside the realm do not treat the practitioners of the fire source realm as the same kind at all.

On the other hand, the practitioners of Huoyuanjie and the practitioners of Huoyuangong from the Xuantian world are one body.

Because this world was originally attached to the Profound Sky World, and the two had the same origin.

"Om-"

In the mine, there was a sound of tremors.

On the stone wall, one after another cracks appeared.

From the depths of the earth, there is a vibration.

Daoist has obtained the Fire Essence Crystal!

Han Muye's face showed joy.

But in the next moment, a solemn expression appeared on his face.

In this vein, there are not only two Half step Heaven Realm!

From the memory of the sword in his hand, he saw the third half step heaven figure.

This is an old man with an old face and a rickety figure.

The Elder of the Misty Dao Sect named Ma Meng was close to the end of his life, so he closed himself in this mine.

At this time, the ore vein vibrated, which had already alarmed it.

"court death."

In the distance, an old voice came, and then the entire stone wall shook.

Han Muye's expression changed, and with a long sword in his hand, he rushed out of the mine.

The Half-step Heaven Realm didn't come to look for him, but shot directly to suppress the Daoist Daoist who had penetrated into the leylines.

If Han Muye doesn't take action, Daoist Daoist will be shaken to death in the ley lines by this half step heaven.

"Kuraga-"

The figure turned into a streamer, and together with Sword Ray, penetrated several mine tunnels, and Han Muye landed in a stone room with a radius of 100 meters.

In this stone room, there was only a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the high platform in front of him.

"Hehe, a sword cultivator from another world."

"I'll give you a chance to live and tell me where you came from."

The old man lowered his head and looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

His tone was gentle, and it seemed that the practitioners who had been beheaded by Han Muye before had nothing to do with him.

"A chance to live?"

Looking at the old man sitting on the stone platform, Han Muye's eyes flashed bright Sword Ray.

In order to increase his lifespan, this misty Taoist sect elder named Ma Meng cultivated his soul with a practitioner from the Fire Origin Realm, and extracted his divine soul to supplement his own lifespan.

Such means have been going on for hundreds of years.

The number of practitioners killed by him alone numbered in the thousands.

Such people have been enchanted.

Kill!

Han Muye raised his hand, Qing Ming sword, and pointed at Ma Meng.

"Thorn-"

The man and the sword became one and turned into a breeze. When Han Muye reappeared, he was already behind Ma Meng.

The sword in his hand slashed directly.

This sword is extremely fast.

A trace of surprise flashed across Ma Meng's face, and around him, a golden aura rose up and turned into a mask.

Han Muye's sword slashed on the mask, bringing out a turbulent streamer.

"Hehe, swordsmanship is good."

"Unfortunately, Cultivation Base is too weak."

Ma laughed loudly, stretched out his palms, and the palms brought out a cyan streamer, turning into a black tiger phantom, roaring with his mouth open.

The black tiger, with wings on its back, moved and slammed into Han Muye.

Speed, as fast as Han Muye just now.

The power of this giant tiger is extremely strong, even if a mountain is hit, it will turn into powder.

Seeing the giant tiger coming, Han Muye couldn't dodge, and behind him, the phantoms of bulls with long horns appeared.

"Roar--"

The shadows of the two White Tigers merged with the long-horned bull, turning into a black bull several feet taller than the black tiger.

The black bull slammed into the black tiger and smashed it directly.

This strike, shakes the stone chamber of Baizhang, causing the gravel on the dome to fall.

The horse jumped up, a wooden staff in both hands, and raised his hand to smash Han Muye.

The wooden staff instantly turned into a blue wolf and bit Han Muye's head.

Han Muye didn't move, and the Ziyan Sword in his left hand stabbed diagonally against the trend, revealing from the blue wolf's jaw.

Sword Ray flickered, and a burst halo shattered the blue wolf.

Han Muye pointed his two swords forward, staring at Ma Meng.

"Half step heaven?"

Disdain appeared in his eyes: "It turned out to be a half-step heaven that is lingering and dying."

In his eyes, killing intent and fighting intent rose at the same time: "I want to try, can I kill a Half Step Heavenly Realm."

He has killed Tianjing, more than one.

But that's not all by virtue of his own strength. This time, he faced a Half Step Heaven Realm alone with his life expectancy approaching and his combat power damaged.

He wants to heaven-defying kills without using the divine soul Sword Qi, but only with his own swordsmanship.

This is an excellent opportunity to sharpen his swordsmanship.

"Haha, okay, this old man has practiced for 1,300 years and killed countless people." Hearing Han Muye's words, Ma Meng's eyes also turned bright, and he stared at Han Muye.

"Let me see today, how can an ant-like little guy kill me!"

Around the horse, a fiery force like lava rose up and turned into a long flaming sword.

As soon as the knife appeared, the surrounding air instantly condensed.

A fiery heat wave flocked to Han Muye.

On the top of Han Muye's head, a trace of Qi and blood was aroused and began to wear out.

If it weren't for the power of a half-step celestial powerhouse, if it weren't for Han Muye being different from other practitioners of the same rank, he would definitely not be able to stand it at a glance, not to mention the long sword condensed by this natal spell.

Facing this Half-step Heavenly Realm Overhaul, Han Muye didn't wait.

The two swords staggered, and the fire dragon burst away.

Liaoyuan.

Swordsmanship Liaoyuan is one of the strongest swordsmanships in the hands of Han Muye.

This swordsmanship can not only fight in groups, but also fight alone. It is the ultimate move in Han Muye's hands.

"Good come."

Seeing the fire dragon roaring, the horse shouted loudly, and the long knife in his hand slammed down.

The light of the knife is bright, steady and firm.

This knife shows the style of a great cultivator.

Ma Meng's immersion in swordsmanship must last for hundreds of years.

"Thorn-"

The fire dragon collided with the knife light, the knife light shattered, and the fire dragon was cut into two pieces.

But the two fire dragons did not dissipate, but turned into two zhang-long celestial dragons, one rolled and wrapped the horse fiercely.

"The swordsmanship of Huoyuan Palace!"

Ma squinted his eyes and let out a low voice.

Tianlong.

The changing swordsmanship Tianlong.

This was originally a swordsmanship from Lieyang Palace Town. In the hands of Han Muye, it turned into two dragons, Yin & Yang intertwined.

The originally fiery fire dragon was infused with cold energy, and after differentiation, the cold and heat collided, bringing out the power of Yin & Yang.

This kind of power is not strong enough to kill a great cultivator, but it can smother it for a few breaths.

enough.

Han Muye released the sword in both hands, one behind the back and the other pointing forward.

A suffocating fierce Sword Qi exudes.

Ma Meng's complexion changed, and a golden mask appeared on his body, protecting his body.

As soon as the mask was revealed, Han Muye snorted in a low voice.

"Wan, sword, return, zong-"

In the mine, Sword Qi is like a wave.

Every sharp Sword Qi turned into a phantom.

The front of the sword pointed, a phantom with hidden killing intent.

All Sword Rays, eventually turned into a sword.

This Sword Ray, gathered in front of Han Muye.

In his palm, a sword pill appeared.

Seeing Jian Maru, Ma Meng was shocked, waved his hand and hit Yin & Yang Tianlong Sword Ray outside him, and then stepped back.

He retreated fast, Han Muye's sword pill was faster.

Jianwan turned into a three-foot, double-headed, hiltless long sword, slashed the Shattering Void, smashed three feet in front of him, and hit Ma Meng's chest.

"drink--"

Ma Meng shouted loudly, and a golden cauldron appeared in front of him, blocking Sword Ray.

Sword Ray penetrated the cauldron, and the sword edge stabbed three inches into Ma Meng's chest, drawing a bloody light.

Ma Meng laughed and reached out to grab Sword Ray.

It's just that he didn't see a relaxed look on Han Muye's face on the opposite side.

"Thorn-"

A sword pill that had been hiding behind Ma Meng swiped lightly, directly shattering his neck.

"Bam—"

A dark aura rushed out and dissipated towards the surroundings.

resentment.

rotten.

This is the resentment that I don't know how many practitioners have been refined by Ma Meng before, and they scattered out at this time.

It is because of these spirits that Ma Meng can survive forever.

Otherwise, his lifespan would have been cut off.

This is also the reason why Ma Meng's combat power is far inferior to the normal Half Step Heaven Realm.

"what--"

On Ma Meng's rotten body, a foot-long phantom rushed out and hit Han Muye.

Nascent Soul.

No, this horse's longevity is exhausted, and he survives on the uncondensed Nascent Soul. This Nascent Soul is actually dead.

Corpse baby.

A vicious practice.

The art of transforming life and death.

Ma Meng only dared to shrink in the mines where the fire was strong, just to cover up his own death.

The corpse rushed towards Han Muye to take Han Muye's body.

Nascent Soul's method of seizing one's home is often found in the world of practice.

"town--"

Han Muye drank lowly, and his body turned into golden characters, blocking the corpse baby.

Hao Ran!

As soon as these breaths came out, the body of the corpse seemed to fall into the boiling water, and the dark aura was scattered.

Not only the infant corpse, but also the dissipated resentment in the surrounding space was directly refined by Haoran Qi and dissipated into a blue Spiritual Qi.

Refining the grievances, Han Muye could feel that his own aura was much more dignified.

The divine light in his eyes was even deeper.

In front of him, the baby corpse suppressed by the golden characters slowly faded away, and the dead energy in it dissipated.

"Om-"

A sword pill appeared, crushing the faint Nascent Soul phantom.

Among them, the soul and powerful power were absorbed by Jianwan and temporarily resided.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye looked forward.

In the battle just now, he did not use the Sword of Soul, nor did he touch the Sword intent in the Qi Sea.

With the Sword intent in Dantian and the power of two Sword Pills, he killed a Half Step Heavenly Realm.

Even if this Half Step Heaven Realm is only empty and has no strength, it can be regarded as a Half Step Heaven Realm, isn't it?

Han Muye raised his hand, and a small jade-colored bag hanging from Ma Meng's waist fell into his hand.

His spiritual sense penetrated into it, and a look of joy flashed on his face.

In this small bag, there are hundreds of thousands of fire pith stones neatly packed.

Among them, there are thousands of pieces that are of extremely high quality and of great value.

A huge sum of money.

"Crack-"

"Boom—"

The entire mine continued to vibrate, and pieces of gravel fell.

The escaping flame power in the ore veins began to converge.

The fire on the stone wall was bright and began to fade away.

This is the reason why the Fire Marrow Spirit Crystal was taken away.

Daoist Daoist succeeded.

"boom--"

The stone chamber collapsed, and Han Muye's figure moved and rushed out of it.

Flying in mid-air, the mountains below collapsed.

Those fiery red halos, some scattered, some buried.

This ore vein is abolished.

Below, Daoist Daoist's figure flew out, and then dozens of figures followed behind, aura and Sword Ray swayed together.

"Help--"

Daoist Daoist called out timidly.

If these Sword Ray auras collided, his soul power would definitely be broken.

Even if he didn't die, there was only a little dim shadow left.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Han Muye laughed, waved his hand, and a sword pellet turned into a phantom light.

Hide empty.

The swordsmanship is hidden, the swordsmanship of Yuan Tianjianzun back then.

Da Yan's body was shocked, and his eyes were fixed on the Sword Ray.

The sword pill turned into an illusion, wrapped around the body of Dayan, and in a flash, it brought out a bloody light.

No one can stop this Sword Ray.

No one can see through the rules of Sword Ray.

All the people of the Misty Dao Sect who were chasing stopped and hung in the air, daring not to step forward.

"boom--"

In the distance, the exploding Sword Ray collided with the aura, roaring like thunder.

The bursting flames shone through the sky.

Han Muye knew that it was Tao Ran's ancestor reminding him to leave quickly, the two Half Step Heaven Realms had already turned with all their strength.

With a long laugh, Han Muye stretched out his hand to recall Jianwan, who led Daoist to Daoist, who transformed into a breeze, condensed into Sword Ray, and streaked across the sky.

Sword Ray is a thousand miles away, and no one can catch up.

Yu Jian Fei Dun is one of the fastest speed in time, not to mention Han Muye uses Jian Wan Fei Dun, which has the space power brought by the hidden sword technique.

"You, Han Muye, how long have you been practicing his swordsmanship?" Daoist, who turned into a breeze, asked.

how long?

Han Muye chuckled: "One year."

Barely a year.

"One year..."

Daoist was silent for a long time before he whispered: "Han Muye, when you surpass him one day, I will recognize you as the master."

More than Yuan Tianjianzun?

Han Muye's eyes lit up.

Of course, he must surpass Yuan Tianjianzun.

"Haha, boy Han, have you succeeded?"

Ahead, Tao Ran's ancestor greeted him with a long smile.

I don't know when, he has got rid of the pursuit of the two same rank and came here.

Han Muye turned his head and looked at Daoist.