Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

"The hilt is worn, indicating that he is a very diligent sword cultivator."

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he whispered.

"Looking at the angle of the back sword, the back sword posture is very beneficial to the sword."

Han Muye's eyes showed a hint of deepness, and said softly: "The angle of the sword is mainly slashing and slashing, and most of it is a sword move that kills with one blow."

His voice was light, and Sword Qi lingered on the old man opposite him.

When all Han Muye's words fell, the old man's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

At this moment, Han Muye suddenly spoke again.

"There is a Killing intent in the sword, killing a lot of people."

"Qi and blood are blended with Sword Qi. It's not about correcting swordsmanship, but it must be specializing in killing."

"Such a swordsmanship should be a master of Zhehuatang."

Folding Flower Hall.

"Kuraga-"

The old man unsheathed his sword, and with a cold killing intent, stabbed Han Muye's chest with a sword.

Sword Ray is approaching the extreme, only a flash has arrived.

Han Muye stared at the sword edge, and his figure was slightly wrong.

"Zhehuatang's swordsmanship is supposed to be more assassination than clear attack. You are waiting for me here, and you are extremely confident in your own swordsmanship."

Passing by the old man, Han Muye's voice sounded again.

It's just that the old man stood in the void, trembling all over, and didn't dare to move at all.

Under his armpit, a scar runs through his chest and abdomen!

On Han Muye's left hand, a purple dagger was dripping with blood.

"Do you know why I left you alive?"

Han Muye turned around, landed in front of the old man, raised his hand, and the sword edge took off the mask on the old man's face, revealing a face full of scars.

The old man's face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear.

With that sword just now, the ice-cold blade pierced into his chest and abdomen. If the other party didn't want to save his life, he would have completely cut off his heart.

Who can resist such swordsmanship?

He couldn't figure out why Han Muye would leave him alive.

Han Muye raised his hand.

Behind him, Yunlong turned into Zhao Yunlong in white.

"Owner."

Zhao Yunlong bowed.

"You go back with him to see Tang Yunhao."

Zhao Yunlong nodded, turned into a long sword, and landed in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye looked at the old man and said, "Tang Yunhao, that is Broken Sword."

Tang Yunhao, nicknamed Broken Sword in Zhehuatang, is one of the most popular killers in Zhehuatang recently.

The old man's eyes fell on the long sword in front of him.

This is the sword.

Magic Treasures sword!

In the Western Xinjiang practice world, there is only the legend of Magic Treasures, and no one has ever seen Magic Treasures that can actually take the form of a human.

Today, in front of me, such a sword really appeared.

Moreover, he had to take it to Zhehuatang and hand it over to Duanjian.

give him what?

The old man widened his eyes, raised his head slowly, and looked at Han Muye with shortness of breath.

What does he want to do!

"I think Broken Sword knows what to do, right?"

Han Muye reached out and patted the old man's shoulder, chuckled lightly, turned and flew away.

Broken Sword know what to do?

Looking at the long sword in front of him, the old man took a deep breath and bowed, "Senior, Junior is willing to surrender to the exiled immortal and serve him."

Duanjian belongs to Han Banxian, why can't he surrender himself?

With this Magic Treasures sword, in Zhehuatang, who else can compete with Broken Sword?

Even the Hall Master of Zhehuatang can't!

"Let's go."

In Yunlong Sword, Zhao Yunlong's voice came faintly.

The old man was busy holding the sword in both hands and flew away.

Bringing this sword back to Zhehuatang is doomed to be bloody and bloody!

Han Muye asked him to take the Yunlong Sword to Zhehuatang and hand it over to Tang Yunhao, that is, let Tang Yunhao take the Zhehuatang.

Before Han Muye didn't use Tang Yunhao much, he didn't need it.

Now, to occupy the old site of Lieyang Palace, and to do all kinds of business in Sword Medicine Pill, he needs Tang Yunhao and those from Zhehuatang.

Those who are used to the assassination business, it is not difficult to switch to other businesses.

With Yunlong Sword Technique, Tang Yunhao can definitely sweep Zhehuatang.

"You don't take that guy Zhao Yunlong with you, aren't you afraid of being killed?" Fei Dun Han Muye heard Daoist's voice in the breeze.

Zhao Yunlong is Magic Treasures, infused with Sword intent, and his combat power can block Half Step Heaven.

With this sword protection, Han Muye can safely return to Jiuxuan Mountain.

Without this sword, there would be many twists and turns along the way.

"What, do you think that I have no ability to fight all the way back to Jiuxuan Mountain?"

Han Muye chuckled softly.

Daoist Daoist did not speak.

Because there are already several figures in front.

Han Muye laughed, and the sword Ray of Qingming in his hand shone and turned into Sword Qi.

There is flame lingering in this Sword Ray, which is clearly the swordsmanship used by Yu Longsheng before.

The figures on the opposite side didn't expect that Han Muye would not say a word, and drew his sword directly, unable to react at all.

Some people retreated in a hurry, some people drew their swords to greet them, and they became a mess.

Han Muye was too lazy to take care of such means, only Sword Ray swept away, knocking all the long swords that came up, and then Sword Ray chased those who retreated and knocked them into the clouds.

"It's still a little tender, practice more."

The voice is especially loud, and people have already flew away.

Those young practitioners who stood in the way retrieved their swords, flew to the clouds, and looked into the distance, their complexions turning blue and red.

"Hmph, it's just that swordsmanship is better..." Someone whispered through gritted teeth.

"That swordsmanship seems to be the swordsmanship of Dangyang Palace. I have seen it before." Someone's eyes flickered and he said, "This swordsman exiled is really talented in swordsmanship."

Someone shook his head and hung up his saber: "Let's go, I saw such a person today, and I can't neglect my practice in the future."

After the crowd dispersed, two figures appeared in the same place.

"It's amazing..." The old man in the green robe watched Han Muye leave and sighed softly.

"Hehe, he knew that you and I were on the side, so he didn't make a heavy hand." Another white-bearded old man shook his head and said with a smile: "It's better to let these boys temper it, knowing that there are people outside Daoist."

Hearing his words, the old man in green robe nodded and said, "Exiled from swordsmanship, he really has the demeanor of the first person of the younger generation."

"It's just this time that I, He Yue Jianzong, have inherited his love, and this favor will still have to be repaid in the future."

While whispering, the two flew away with the young practitioners.

Han Muye went all the way, and encountered many challenges War Practitioner, most of which were solved by him with three or two swords.

In one day, he flew thousands of miles and fought 21 times in a row.

At sunset, he landed on a wilderness cliff, lit a bonfire, then took out the formation plate and set up an invisible formation support.

After doing this, he just took out an immortal pill and took it, and then slowly adjusted his breath.

Daoist Daoist turned into a breeze, hiding behind him.

Today's Lian Zhan, although there are no real masters, but after thousands of miles away, Han Muye is also very tired, and the Spiritual Qi has been worn out a lot.

The loss is great, and his gain is also great.

Today, he has seen dozens of elites from various factions in the Western Xinjiang take action.

These people have the confidence to stop him, and the natural means are not bad.

The Young Palace Master of the Dangyang Palace, a Sword Qi is about to condense into a Sword Intent.

The black-robed old man in the Zhehuatang, Cultivation Base is already the enlightenment of the environment.

Fighting with these people, although it is only staggered, the battle tempering in it also makes Han Muye gain a lot.

Fighting with people, you have to go all out in every battle.

"when--"

With a soft sound, a short sword hung half a zhang in front of Han Muye.

There was a faint streamer flickering on the short sword, and there was a hint of cold Sword Qi, which seemed to come out through the body.

"I just said, how could the kendo exiled have no means of survival in the wild." A middle-aged man wearing a green robe with big sleeves strode forward.

Before he got to Han Muye's battle, he raised his hand, put away his dagger, tore open the faint light curtain, and sat down in front of the bonfire.

"I'm Zhang Yangyu of Sushan Daozong, you should have heard of my name."

The middle-aged Jianxiu held the dagger and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and said, "It turned out to be Zhang senior."

Zhang Yangyu, there is an interesting name in Xijiang, Zhang Yangyu.

There are several short swords in his hand, and the sword technique is transformed by Flying Sword. When the sword is raised, Sword Ray is like a swimming fish.

In Han Muye's view, this method is more like a sword pill.

Zhang Yangyu's Cultivation Base is already a Gold Core Eighth Stage, with superb swordsmanship, and is regarded as a famous swordsman in Western Xinjiang.

The Sushan Daoist sect behind him is of extraordinary strength, only under the nine sects.

"Your swordsmanship talent is very strong, and you are sitting in the sword pavilion, so you must have hidden methods that many outsiders don't know about." Zhang Yangyu swept his eyes from behind Han Muye and said softly.

Hidden means?

I mean, the Daoist Daoist who turned into a breeze?

Daoist Daoist did not speak.

He felt that he was probably not qualified to be Han Muye's hidden means.

"Senior came to look for me, wouldn't he just try to find out about me?" Han Muye chuckled and took out a small Calabash.

This Calabash is filled with sad wine. When Li San was leaving, he told Han Muye the brewing recipe and asked him to brew it himself.

The taste is still the same, and it can also train Sword Qi.

It's just that without Li San and Lu Shi, and without Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan, the wine has lost its original taste.

Han Muye rarely drinks this wine anymore.

Taking a sip of his wine, he put little Calabash back in his arms.

"Hehe, I came to see you because I wanted to cooperate with you and conspire with you on the ranking of the nine factions." Zhang Yangyu looked at Han Muye, laughed, and then his dagger flashed with inspiration.

"But I'm more interested in your Kendo Cultivation Base."

The voice fell, and Sword Ray got up.

The short sword was only three feet away, and instantly stabbed Han Muye's neck.

If this sword is stabbed, it will definitely penetrate directly through the neck.

It was only Sword Ray who got up, Zhang Yangyu's figure had already moved, and he withdrew from Zhangwai. Behind him, the purple flame sword almost pierced him with a dim purple streamer.

"Good trick." Zhang Yangyu sighed, raised his hand, and lined up nine short swords in a row, Sword Ray reflected the bonfire, suppressing the heat in the flames.

Han Muye didn't wait for him to make a move, the Ziyan Sword had already turned into a crescent moon, drawing an arc.

"when--"

A short sword blocked the Ziyan Sword.

Only when the two swords touched, Zhang Yangyu's complexion changed slightly, and another short sword flew out, blocking the other side.

"Thorn-"

The flying purple flame sword appeared on the side of the short sword and swiped over.

At this moment, Zi Yanjian jumped around Zhang Yang's body like a living meteor.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Zhang Yangyu's eyes lit up, staring at the short sword and said solemnly: "Your swordsmanship is more skilled than that of the Elder Moon Flower Sword Sect."

"This kind of talent is really scary."

While he was talking, Zhou Jian was not idle.

A short sword collided with the Ziyan Sword, knocking the Ziyan Sword away by a kilometer.

At this point, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a light smile: "The swordsmanship of my Sushan Dao Sect is not much worse than that of Yuehua Sword Sect."

"With this swordsmanship—"

Before he finished speaking, Han Muye suddenly said, "Who said I used the swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect?"

Isn't it Yuehua Jianzong swordsmanship?

Zhang Yangyu was stunned.

If I use the Flying Sword myself, I still use the nine Flying Swords.

Han Muye also used the Flying Sword to compete with himself, which shows that he is a very proud person.

The more proud people are, the less likely they are to lie.

Not necessary.

Han Muye said it wasn't Yuehua Jianzong swordsmanship, so it must not be.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yangyu's expression suddenly changed.

What he uses is the method of Kenmaru's imperial envoy.

Then Han Muye, use this method too!

Only when his heart moved, the Ziyan Sword in front of him had disappeared.

He reappeared with the sword on his neck.

"Hidden empty..."

Zhang Yangyu mechanically turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

This sword must be the legendary Flying Sword technique that can cross the confinement of space and take a person's head from thousands of miles away.

This swordsmanship has long been lost in Western Xinjiang.

"Senior has good eyesight, and even knows the swordsmanship of hiding the sky."

With a smile on his face, Han Muye stretched out his hand, and the Purple Flame Sword fell in his hand.

He looked up at Zhang Yangyu and said softly, "I am very interested in the sword pills collected by senior."

Sword Maru!

Before Zhang Yangyu appeared, Daoist had already reminded Han Muye.

Another sword pill appeared.

Han Muye also didn't expect that Zhang Yangyu would have a sword pill in his hand.

However, when he fought against Zhang Yangyu just now, he discovered that there were indeed many shadows of the imperial envoy Jianwan in Zhang Yangyu's swordsmanship.

Only this means, or fur.

Looking at Han Muye, Zhang Yangyu's expression changed. After a long time, he said in a low voice, "If you want a sword pill, you can exchange it with Cangkong swordsmanship."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a sapphire-like sword pill.

Hidden empty swordsmanship, exchange for this sword pill.

Han Muye's eyes fell on Jian Wan, shook his head and said, "No."

Zhang Yangyu frowned, and just as he was about to speak out, Han Muye said again, "I teach you the swordsmanship of hiding the sky, and you can't do it."

Without comprehending Universe swordsmanship and knowing the truth of sword formation, Zhang Yangyu couldn't get the clue of this swordsmanship at all.

Worldly practice depends on aptitude, and even more on comprehension talent.

Some people's upper limit, right there.

"However, I can correct the disadvantages of your own swordsmanship for you." Han Muye looked at Zhang Yangyu and said softly, "Actually, Zhang senior, your nine swords can be simplified into three swords."

Nine swords turned into three swords.

Simplify.

Having seen Zhang Yangyu's sword-wielding methods, Han Muye can only say that nine-handed swords are too reluctant.

On the contrary, the three-handed sword, borrowing from the Samsung Sword Formation, exerted a lot of tyrannical combat power.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Zhang Yangyu, who was holding the sword pill, pondered.

This sword pill is in his hand, although he has realized some imperial envoy techniques and transformed it into his own swordsmanship.

But the real effect is not much.

In turn, Han Muye said that he helped him streamline his swordsmanship and turn nine swords into three swords, which really moved his heart.

He himself knew the shortcomings of his swordsmanship.

If you really want to be able to make nine swords into three swords, your own combat power will definitely double.

But, can you believe what Han Muye said?

Kendo exile, really have such means?

Seeing Zhang Yangyu hesitating, Han Muye raised his hand, three phantom Sword Rays flashed, divided into three sides, Sword Ray vertical and horizontal.

The route of each of these three swords is different.

But if you are in it, but facing such Sword Rays, there is no way to resist.

This swordsmanship is much better than Zhang Yangyu's nine swords.

Sword Ray flashed, and three Sword Qi were disillusioned.

In Han Muye's hand, a Jade Slip appeared.

"Senior, this swordsmanship can be exchanged for Jianwan, can it be exchanged?"

To change, or not to change?

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Yang Yu Chang smiled and said, "It's better to have one bird in your hand when all the birds are in the forest. Change, I'll change."

He raised his hand and threw the sword pill at Han Muye.

Daoist Daoist's figure appeared in a flash, and he raised his hand to catch Kenmaru.

"Wu Su."

He spoke softly.

Following his voice, the sword pill let out a joyous roar.

This scene made Zhang Yangyu's eyes twitch lightly.

This sword pill has been in his hands for countless years, and it has been silent.

Could it be that this swordsman exiled is really the one to whom destiny belongs?

Shaking his head, taking a breath, and no longer looking at Jianwan, he walked up to Han Muye and said, "Han Banxian, I, Sushan Daozong, would like to form an alliance with Jiuxuan Jianmen to conspire for the position of the nine factions."

...

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Yangyu flew away.

Han Muye didn't talk to him much.

The alliance that Zhang Yangyu asked for was not something that Han Muye had to worry about.

Zhang Yangyu came to look for Han Muye, just to pass a message and show his attitude.

Originally, Zhang Yangyu came to explore Han Muye's Cultivation Base method. If he felt that Han Muye was not strong enough, he could still protect him for a while and be a good friend.

As a result, he felt that the idea of ​​own was superfluous.

When it comes to fighting, he is not necessarily Han Muye's opponent.

The swordsmanship of the first person of this young generation is simply unimaginable.

When Zhang Yangyu left, Daoist handed the sword pill in his hand to Han Muye.

"This sword pill is called Wusu, and it is also one of the sword pills in his universe sword array."

Daoist had a complicated look on his face, and said in a low voice, "Actually, there are not many Jianwans in the Western Xinjiang. Except for him, very few people can use Jianwan to transform into the realm."

Jianwan's warm and nourishing imperial envoys spend a lot of Spiritual Qi Sword intent, and ordinary practitioners are difficult to learn and master.

By the time Cultivation Base was advanced, most people had given up on Jianwan.

Only a strong man like Yuan Tianjianzun can use his sword pills to set up a sword formation, and his combat power is overwhelming.

The sword pill in his hand is high enough to not rot for ten thousand years.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and moved Jian Wan to start, and saw that Jian Wan was like sapphire, warm and round, with a faint gleam on it.

Holding the sword pill, a Sword Qi poured quietly.

Picture after picture appeared in Han Muye's mind.

The forging process is the same as other sword pills, and the quenching method is no different.

Jianwan entered the hands of Yuan Tianjianzun and followed him around the world without a trace.

Every time I watch the pictures of Yuan Tianjian's life, my blood boils.

The swordsmanship is terrific, and the world can go.

This kind of unrestrained practice is the most enjoyable.

Such a person can be regarded as a real sword cultivator.

"Om-"

The sword pill sounded softly, and a faint Sword Qi turned around.

Zhang Yangyu has warmed this sword pill for many years, but he has poured a lot of Sword Qi into it.

There were also people in Sushan Daozong who had warmly raised this sword pill before.

The screen flashed, and Yuan Tianjianzun was comprehended by Han Muye with the swordsmanship of killing people with this sword ball.

Comprehend swordsmanship, point stars.

"call out--"

Han Muye raised his hand, and the sword pill flashed, with a shriek, and slammed into the ten feet away.

"Bam—"

In the darkness ten meters away, a figure was knocked directly out of the hundred meters.

Swordsmanship, point stars.

The imperial envoy Jianwan, in a flash, under a single strike, like a star strike, it weighs more than ten thousand miles!

Daoist Daoist looked at the passing Sword Ray with a complicated expression on his face, and whispered, "Is this a star? Can you really understand his swordsmanship?"

A hundred feet away, the old man in green robe who was knocked out showed a hint of horror on his face, looking at the sword pill hanging in the air.

"Han Banxian's methods are truly extraordinary as in the legends."

"It is indeed the enemy of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect."

"No wonder Zhang Cheng Sect Leader asked me to take action."

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