Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Wind Spirit Sword Sect, Zhang Cheng Sect Leader.

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him.

"Senior is so sure that he can kill me, so he dares to tell me the name of Zhang Sect Leader?"

"Also, I'm very curious, the Gold Core of the Spirit Dao Sect can't get a ban, is it really a piece of waste paper?"

This old man blocked Jian Wan's star strike just now, obviously a Gold Core expert.

Then he looked fearless, as if he was going to kill Han Muye today.

Gold Core took action and violated the prohibition of Lingdao Sect, so he was really not afraid of tracing.

"If you kill outsiders, maybe the Lingdao Sect will investigate and kill you Han Banxian, and the Lingdao Sect will be happy to see it happen." The old man's expression turned calm and he stepped forward.

"As for whether I can kill you or not, it depends on how much means you Han Banxian has."

After the words were finished, the old man raised his hand, and the blue light in his palm suddenly covered him.

The aura was bright and turned into a beam of light, directly covering Han Muye's body.

"The teleportation formation?"

Han Muye frowned, and just about to fly away, he felt light all over.

Look again, he has landed in a dim valley.

This valley is surrounded by craggy cliffs, which are covered with dry bones.

Han Muye fell into the valley, and the wild wolves and beavers who were foraging for food in the pile of dead bones turned their heads to look, their eyes were full of blood.

"Roar--"

A wild wolf flew towards Han Muye.

"Thorn-"

Sword Ray flashed in front of Han Muye, and the wolf was torn in half.

Then, a tyrannical aura poured into Han Muye's body.

This breath entered the body, and Han Muye's expression changed slightly.

"Be careful, everything here is filled with resentment." Daoist Daoist appeared beside Han Muye with a solemn expression.

Glancing around, he said in a low voice, "You'd better not take action, or else you will attract too much resentment and your soul will go wrong."

resentment.

This wild wolf is not a real entity at all, but a grievance.

After beheading the wolf, resentment penetrated into his body.

If ordinary mortals can't bear this resentment at all, as soon as it enters the body, I am afraid it will directly let the mind fall and turn into madness.

Even a practitioner can feel restless.

Daoist Daoist was nervous because of this.

Resentment, very inexplicable.

But for Han Muye, it's just grievances.

The red dust spell in his divine treasure flickered with brilliance, and a golden aura circulated in his body.

All grievances were refined and turned into pale golden aura.

Unfortunately, there are too few.

A strand, less than a strand of hair.

Han Muye looked up and looked into the distance, where not only wild wolves, but also various broken bodies came slowly.

Some are Demonic Beasts, some are Terran bodies.

They were all grey and black, and their eyes were blood red.

Gently raising the sword in his hand, Han Muye's eyes lit up.

"You want to—" Daoist exclaimed, Han Muye flew out before he finished speaking.

"Thorn-"

The long sword is swung out, and the Sword Ray is clear and sharp.

Sword Ray swept over, and within a thousand feet, all the bodies of grievances turned into powder.

Then the gray-black resentment was like a long dragon, slamming into Han Muye's body, wrapping him in it.

"It's over..."

Daoist's face showed a trace of entanglement, and he whispered softly.

He couldn't see it, and Han Muye's eyes, which were wrapped in resentment, were full of golden light.

"Cultivation in the world, sharp swordsmanship, inaction in spirituality, great aspirations of Buddhism, and Confucianism and Taoism rule the world."

"The devil and the devil, in front of Confucianism and Taoism, you can only bow your head obediently."

"No wonder Wen Xiang can sit in Zhongzhou Wannian."

Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden aura emerged from his fingertips.

"My generation of practitioners should not be afraid of all evil spirits, and should have obsessions in their hearts and greatness in their hearts."

Raising his hand, his fingertips turned into a line of words: no regrets in this life, no complaints in the next life.

"boom--"

The eight characters exploded in an instant, turning into a golden streamer, smashing all the black resentment.

Then the golden halo engulfed those grievances and turned them into awe-inspiring energy.

These grievances are like boiling, and a faint jade white halo dissipates.

In these halos, there are figures one after another.

There are people, beasts, demons, and demons.

"Bam—"

All the halos dissipated, and the resentment turned into golden light, falling back to Han Muye's body, dyeing his whole body golden.

"Haoran Qi..." Daoist's eyes widened, and he whispered in disbelief: "This guy has cultivated Haoran Qi to such a level. Is it because he wants to be a direct passer of Wen Mosheng?"

"At the beginning, he and Wen Mosheng fought for many years, but now, his descendant has cultivated aura. It's true, it's fate..."

Daoist Daoist sighed and whispered, his body shook in place, and then turned into a breeze.

When the golden light around Han Muye dissipated, he looked up and saw that he was still in the mountains and the bonfire in front of him had not yet burned out.

There is no teleportation array, just a maze.

How can there be a formation path Power that can arrange a teleportation formation in Xijiang?

In the entire Profound Sky World, not many people can have this ability.

However, this maze is not an ordinary maze.

Han Muye looked up and looked forward.

At this time, the old man who was blocking the road before, Lotus Position, was sitting in front of him, his whole body was black, and he was exhausted.

This is resentment backlash.

But he didn't die from a grudge backlash.

There was a piercing sword mark on his chest.

Three feet away, a female cultivator in a white robe and red brocade stood there, like a white crane.

"The swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect."

His eyes fell on the deep scar on Daoist's chest, and Han Muye said softly, "Thank you Fairy for the shot."

"Kendo exiled immortal, has some ability."

Hearing his words, the female cultivator said coldly.

There was a moonlight-like halo in her eyes, which fell on Han Muye, and then said lightly: "It is said that you are extremely talented in swordsmanship, and you have also practiced the swordsmanship of my Yuehua Sword Sect."

"My Master said that you are the key to the alliance between my Yuehua Sword Sect and Jiu Xuan Sword Sect."

"I want to see if you have this qualification."

Before he finished speaking, a full moon rose behind Han Muye.

The moonlight was cold, and the brilliance it swayed seemed to make people freeze.

In the clear moonlight, there is a lot more agility in the night.

It's just that this agility can't really be appreciated, it's Sword Ray, which can make people lose their souls!

"Full moon?"

Han Muye raised his head, looked at the female cultivator, and said, "I heard that Yuehua Sword Sect Yuanyue is the direct descendant of Sect Leader. It seems that the fairy is Yuehua Sword Sect's Sect Leader Wanyue."

Yuehua Sword Sect Young Sect Leader Wan Yue, a very strong kendo Cultivation Base, is a famous female cultivator among her peers.

This woman once fought with Taiyi Jianzong's grandson Jinshi, and she was undefeated.

Some people said that Sun Jinshi kept his hand in this battle, and some people said that this battle Wanyue did not do her best.

But no matter what, everyone knows that Wanyue Swordsmanship Cultivation Base ranks at the forefront among the younger generation in Western Xinjiang.

"Please take over the sword from Han Banxian." Wan Yue let out a low voice, and Sword Ray directly shrouded Han Muye behind her.

The full moon swordsmanship follows the path of a grand and upright hall.

Sword Ray oppresses people with a general trend, even in the dark night, there is also light.

Sword Ray moved, and Han Muye moved.

He turned around, raised his hand with a sword, cut off the brilliance in front of him, and then retreated several meters away.

Seeing his this strike, Wan Yue frowned and pointed out.

Such means are not worthy of the name of exile.

The full moon flickered and appeared above Han Muye's head again.

This time, the moonlight was extremely cold.

Sisi's cold light fixed Han Muye's body and spirit in place.

The full moon not only cuts off the body, but also illuminates the soul.

This sword can't be used unless the gods of the environment are enlightened.

Han Muye looked at the full moon with both eyes, and Sword Ray pictures flashed in his mind.

"Driven by the power of the soul, based on Sword intent, this sword is somewhat interesting."

"However, such a sword should not be used by Qishen. The best thing is that the situation is perfect!"

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and a group of Sword Ray appeared exactly like the full moon above his head.

Full moon!

This sword move made Wan Yue stunned.

Just by looking at one style, you can comprehend the key to this swordsmanship. Is there really such a talented person in the world?

Is this the true level of kendo exile?

Without any hesitation, Wanyue showed her sword tactic with her fingers, and Yuanyue pressed it down directly.

Han Muye's full moon was smashed to pieces.

It turned out to be just a fake.

Wan Yue was relieved.

That is, you can understand swordsmanship just by watching it once. How can there be such talented people in the world?

"Hehe, the full moon is a loss, the full moon is not as good as the waning moon."

At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.

The full moon is a loss!

I saw Han Muye's smashed moon, one bright as the day, and the other was only the crescent moon of Emei.

The bright moon of the day exudes brilliance, all of which is the power of the soul, illuminating the void, causing the bright moon of Wanyue to vibrate, and it seems that it cannot stop the intrusion of its power.

The shock of the bright moon also made Wan Yue tremble all over, her soul was drawn, and a flower appeared in front of her.

At this moment, she was all icy cold, and subconsciously retreated sharply.

However, it's too late.

The waning moon of Emei drew an arc on her side, passed through her armpit, wiped on the front chest, and then dissipated.

In the sky, the two full moons disappeared.

Wan Yue stood where she was, staring at Han Muye.

Han Muye knew that the Sect Leader, the direct descendant of Moon Flower Sword Sect, would definitely find it difficult to accept this result.

After all, he used Yuehua Sword Sect's swordsmanship to defeat Wan Yue.

"Fairy Wanyue, your Yuehua Sword Sect's kendo research is very deep, whether it is the full moon swordsmanship or the waning moon swordsmanship, both—"

Before Han Muye's words were finished, Wan Yue said lightly, "Han Banxian, don't you know that there are some places on a woman's body that you can't touch?"

bump?

When did I touch it?

Didn't I just cut a few belts with the sword edge transformed by divine sense, and walked around rubbing the oily skin.

Don't say it, it's quite, quite...

"Cough, sorry, I was sloppy." Han Muye nodded, his expression unchanged: "I should have killed someone directly."

Wan Yue snorted, raised her hand and waved a gray robe over her body.

No way, just now Han Muye's blade cut off some key belts.

"Han Banxian, my Yuehua Sword Sect wants to return to the Nine Sects." Wrapped around her body, Wanyue looked at Han Muye: "The entanglements between our two cases can be written off."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left without waiting for Han Muye to speak.

Just to convey an attitude.

The real deal is not something that she Wanyue and Han Muye can negotiate.

Originally, Yuehua Sword Sect Sect Leader also asked Wanyue to protect Han Muye back to Jiuxuan Mountain.

Now, Wan Yue really doesn't have the courage to stay.

The feeling of the cold Sword Ray brushing her body made her feel a little hot, so she had better leave quickly.

This kendo method of banishing immortals, why does it need outsiders to protect it?

Seeing Wan Yue leave, Han Muye shook his head, raised his hand and patted it, the black-robed old man who was sitting in front of the bonfire turned into nothingness.

The old man's body has been completely backlashed by resentment, and what he sees now is just an empty shell.

Too lazy to stay where he was, Han Muye turned into Sword Ray and flew thousands of miles before he quietly landed on a cliff, and then set up protective formations to cover his breath.

Medicine Pill and Spirit Stones were in hand, and auras surrounded his body.

Feeling the Spiritual Qi surging through his veins, he couldn't wait to refine the Nine Cycles Yunlian Dan.

If the training aptitude is now improved to the extreme, the Spiritual Qi in these tendons should be bound and refined, so that a lot of them will not escape into the body and slowly settle.

Spiritual Qi practice works, Han Muye's palm, Jianwan Wusu appears.

This is his fourth sword pill.

Sword Ray was shocked, and four sword pellets appeared around him.

"Kid Han, his swordsmanship, Zangkong and Dianxing were able to cut the same rank."

"The three-star sword array is actually just a transition, and it is the basis for forming the universe sword array."

Daoist Daoist appeared, looked at the four sword pills above his head, and sighed with some sigh: "His Four Elephants Sword Formation is the ultimate trick to kill the enemy by leaps and bounds."

"Azure Dragon White Tiger, Vermillion Bird Black Tortoise, the power of four elephants, suppressing the four directions."

Turning to look at Han Muye, Daoist's eyes showed a hint of eagerness: "If you can cultivate his Four Elephants Sword Formation, in this Western Border, except for Half Step Heaven, Gold Core Eighth Stage will not be able to stop you."

"But this sword formation is not so easy. Maybe after a hundred years of tempering, you can master the fur."

"After all, it took him thirty years to use this sword technique-"

Daoist didn't finish his words.

Because the four sword pills interrupted the words behind him.

On top of Han Muye's head, four sword pills turned into four divine beasts, which were divided into four surrounding areas.

Azure Dragon, the dragon scales are blue and gray, and the silvery white reveals the majesty of the Yazi world.

White Tiger, covered in silver and white, with the king character on his forehead, shining with aura.

Vermillion Bird, with a fiery red body, long tail dancing, and flames lingering around.

Black Tortoise, the four legs are cast like iron, the back is mysterious, and the body is gray and black.

Four elephants and beasts, suppress the Quartet.

A fierce force from the wilderness, so that the fine dust in the ten-zhang space is fixed.

Daoist opened his mouth and widened his eyes, watching the phantom of The Four Divine Beasts hanging above his head.

Really, the Four Elephants Sword Formation.

"Actually, I'm very curious, whether senior Yuan Tianjianzun used the power of his soul to set up the Four Elephants Sword Formation, or did he actually cultivate aura?" Han Muye said softly.

As his words fell, the four-image divine beast that was originally blessed by the power of the silver-gray divine soul suddenly turned golden.

The golden light shines like pouring gold.

Condensation is true!

At this moment, the four divine beasts seemed to come to life, with divine light flashing in their eyes.

However, this scene only lasted for a moment, and Han Muye raised his hand and closed the Four Elephants Sword Formation. Haoran gasification like a sword formation, feasible.

The sword formation mixed with aura can double its power.

It's just that the loss of Haoran Qi is a bit large.

If you don't really need it, don't waste your hard-won aura.

As far as Han Muye knows, those practitioners who practice Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou usually cultivate their qi and train their minds.

The ethereal and invisible aura is different from the Spiritual Qi practice method, which can be practiced step by step.

Speaking of Hao Ran Qi practice, Han Muye's expression changed.

Just now, the aura he obtained from refining his grievances was equivalent to thirty years of hard work by a great scholar.

"The evil cultivator who set up the formation of resentment should be from the Black Spirit Valley, right?"

Han Muye said softly.

Daoist Daoist nodded and said, "It should be."

"In the Western Xinjiang cultivation world, they are between Righteous & Evil, and they do whatever they can."

"This method is based on grievances. I seem to have seen them in the Black Spirit Valley back then."

Cultivating with resentment, where does resentment come from?

kill.

To kill grievances.

The old man in the Black Spirit Valley just now had grievances accumulated from killing countless creatures.

If one person kills so many creatures, how much should the entire Sect be killed?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and a deep divine light flashed in his eyes.

"Sects like this should not be kept in the practice world."

Han Muye is disgusted by such vicious means of slaughtering living beings to cultivate resentment.

The living beings in the world do not talk about equality, but to mutilate them by such means, such a practice should not exist.

"Hehe, there were Sects who wanted to destroy the Black Spirit Valley back then, but the final result was nothing." Daoist laughed and shook his head.

"Black Spirit Valley is said to be full of grievances, and it was the battlefield of the Western Frontier War in ancient times."

"People from Heilinggu generally don't have much interaction with Xijiang practitioners."

Glancing at Han Muye, Daoist said in a low voice, "This time they shot you, not just an invitation from the Wind Spirit Sword Sect."

"Perhaps, they are trying to find a position in the nine factions of the Western Xinjiang."

The nine factions in the Western Xinjiang seek the location.

The Western Xinjiang has undergone great changes, the forces of the Southern Wilderness have entered, and the old nine factions will also change. It is normal for Heilinggu to have ideas.

After all, the nine factions are not only famous, but also have various resources.

"Just them, are they also worthy of the position of the nine factions?"

Han Muye stood up with Sword Qi shining on his body.

Daoist was stunned for a moment, and said hurriedly, "You, what are you doing?"

The strength of the Black Spirit Valley, even if it is not as high as the Nine Sects in the Western Border like Jiu Xuan Jianmen, is really qualified to enter the Nine Sects.

Among them, mysterious experts, strange cultivation methods, I don't know how many.

"Such an evil sect, I am a practitioner in the Western Xinjiang, and should be punished."

Han Muye spoke loudly, and then rose into the sky.

"Om-"

Sword Ray, with shining brilliance, shines like a meteor in the sky.

At this time, a faint morning glow appeared in the eastern sky.

Its daybreak.

"It's Han Banxian!"

"Where is Han Muye going? Isn't he going back to Jiuxuan Mountain?"

"Could it be that he is consciously powerless to break back and is going to detour?"

...

Those who have been paying attention to Han Muye all whispered.

"Go, catch up." Someone Sword Ray rose.

"If Han Banxian doesn't have the heart to fight, then let me take his place!" Someone chuckled, leading Sword Ray, roaring into the sky.

Han Muye was in front of him with one sword and one sword, and behind him, several Sword Rays chased after him.

In front, several Sword Rays meet.

"Han Banxian, stay for a while."

"Han Muye, pick up my sword."

"Feng Shanci on the whereabouts of the spiritual path, I would like to ask Han Banxian for advice!"

Sword Ray crashed into Han Muye.

Yesterday, many people blocked the way, and Han Muye was discussing with them.

Although they lost to Han Muye, everyone gained something.

The exchange of kendo with the strong swordsman is the most exciting.

More people who come to guard Han Muye today.

Whether it is for the purpose of making a name for himself, or he really wants to learn swordsmanship with him, there are many people who come to face Han Muye today.

It's just that now Han Muye doesn't want to mess with them.

He's going to do something.

Destroyed the Black Spirit Valley.

Then, he is no longer polite to those who block the way.

"Sword come."

The Qingming sword was unsheathed and turned into a blue light, beside Han Muye.

On the other side, the purple purple flame sword turned into purple aura flashing.

Ziqing's two long and short swords, ten meters away from Han Muye's side, flashed forward like wings of light.

"when--"

The Qingming sword swept the long sword in the hands of a sword cultivator, pressing him down into the sky.

On the other side, the Ziyan Sword flickered, rubbing the waist of a young man, cutting off his belt.

quick.

In the world of kendo, the top ten are nine fast!

Before you have reached the pinnacle of kendo, it is enough to be able to sway Sword Ray to the point where it is swift and invisible.

"boom--"

The Sword Ray of the two swords intersected in mid-air and turned into a fire dragon.

The fire dragon swung its tail and smashed down all the swordsmen who had fallen behind.

But in an instant, Han Muye defeated more than a dozen kendo experts with one sword.

"It's really strong..."

Not far away, the young Jianxiu who stopped in the same place spoke in a low voice.

"Why, are you afraid?" Beside him, the girl in the green clothes surging with fighting intent.

"Afraid?" The young man laughed, turned into a streamer, and rushed towards Han Muye.

"My generation of sword cultivators, how can I be afraid of war?"

"The big deal—"

"Bam—"

The flames dissipated by the fire dragon exploded, wrapping the young man and smashing the cloud head.

The girl in the green shirt shook her head and said softly, "I mean, do you want to join forces."

...

Twenty-three thousand miles a day, Sword Ray slashed seventy-two strong men.

Han Muye's record is as brilliant as the sun.

On this day, Western Xinjiang shook.

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell rang for the Great Hall to summon the elders to discuss the matter.

Sect Leader Kanazawa, who has never been seen before, presided over the discussion in person, and then the digital elder, the peak of the gods, went down the mountain and went in the direction of Han Muye.

Not only Jiuxuan Mountain, but also many other Sects who aspire to the position of the Nine Sects in the Western Border, have their younger generation dispatched.

In the eyes of other Sects, Jiu Xuan Jianmen must be very meaningful.

The biggest possibility is to sharpen the sword before the Xijiang rearranges the positions of the nine factions.

The swordsman exiled, before the nine factions rearranged, the young people of the Western Xinjiang factions were used to sharpen their swords.

On this day, countless young powerhouses in Xijiang left their Sect.

On this day, hundreds of battles took place in the Western Xinjiang.

These young powerhouses in Western Xinjiang are not just fighting for Han Muye.

When they meet each other, they will also shoot.

If they can be evenly matched, it is natural to make friends.

If you can't stop other people's swords, then you should go back to your own Sect for a few more years.

In three days, Han Muye flew 50,000 miles, fought 180 times in a row, and used his sword more than 500 times.

No defeat.

According to some statistics, Han Muye never repeated sword moves.

Some people even said that under Han Banxian's sword, no one could block the second sword.

The first sword cultivator of the younger generation in the Western Xinjiang, the reputation is resounding.

On Jiuxuan Mountain, holding the flashing message Jade Slip, Tuobacheng frowned.

"What the hell do you want to do, kid?"

The rearrangement of the nine factions is imminent, and they do not hide their strength. Is this because there are not enough opponents?

"Hehe, do you think you can control him?" Jin Ze, who was silver-haired like snow beside Tuoba Cheng, said with a smile.

"If you want to become the number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang, how can you do it without sharpness?"

The first swordsman in Western Xinjiang.

A trace of fighting spirit rose up on Tuobacheng's body, and was suppressed again.

He has become a self-confident talent, and his character is absolutely strong.

But he didn't dare to expect the position of the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier.

He is very optimistic about Han Muye, and feels that as long as he is patient and cultivated, he will eventually soar to the sky.

But not now.

"Don't think too much, in the final analysis, I still need my Jiu Xuan Sword Sect to be strong enough."

Kanazawa's eyes were a little cloudy, but he seemed more wise and profound.

"As long as you step into the realm of heaven, all problems will be solved easily."

Jin Ze shook his head and said softly: "I really want to see, my Nine Profound Sword Sect has the appearance of a great cultivator in the heavenly realm..."

Tuobacheng turned his head to look at him and said softly, "Actually, without this method, I can still be within a hundred years—"

Before he finished speaking, Jin Ze had already raised his hand: "A hundred years, who gave me a hundred years of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect?"

Tuoba was silent.

In a few days, the cultivation world in the Western Xinjiang region was splendid.

The genius disciple of Taiyi Jianzong defeated Jianxiu who was blocking the way with a sword and walked away.

The three young disciples of Lingdao Sect joined forces, and the ten situation failed to block a move.

Yuehua Jianzong Sect Leader turned his sword into the moon and killed five practitioners who disrespected him.

The masters of various factions have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain, countless.

In Luoyun Mountain, Du Feng, the first master of the younger generation of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, defeated the first direct descendant of the Three Foil Sword Sect with one sword, and even his guard master, the Eighth Stage master, was wounded with three swords.

In the name of Du Feng, he immediately chased after Han Muye.

The Infernal Dao Sect, the eighth of the nine sects in the original Xijiang, ranks slightly higher than the original Tailingjian Sect First Stage.

In the battle at Yunchaoling, the Infernal Dao Sect lost a lot, and many Sects deliberately chose him from the nine factions.

But on this day, Duan Yihong of the Infernal Dao Sect defeated three Qishens of the realm with one sword, and he challenged five Qishen Third Stage powerhouses for thousands of miles in one day, and they were all defeated by one sword.

The name of the Daozi of the Infernal Dao Sect not only resounded, but also made many Sects consider whether to compete with the Infernal Dao Sect for the position of the Nine Sect.

Not only Daomen Jianxiu joined in, but the seventh disciple of Shangyang Demon Sect Sect Leader Li Mubai, Cai Peng, known as the White Devil, came from Yunchao Ridge.

The White Devil's attack was ruthless, not killing him in one hit, but seriously injuring his opponent.

Even a Gold Core Second Stage powerhouse who couldn't help but was injured by it.

The Golden Core master of the Boundless Dao Sect was not only seriously injured, but also abolished the Cultivation Base by the Lingdao master himself because he violated the prohibition of the Lingdao sect.

Wuyin Daomen was also visited by the three Half-step Heaven Realms of the Spirit Dao Sect, depriving them of the qualifications to participate in the nine-sect qualifying competition, and even fined tens of millions of Spirit Stones.

This attitude is obvious. The rearrangement of the nine factions in the Western Xinjiang is a stage for the younger generation.

For a while, practitioners in Xijiang were speculating about who these young and strong men are really the first.

Will these people meet before the nine factions rearrange and fight?

For five days in a row, every day, a certain young powerhouse was defeated, and news of a certain unknown young master became famous.

Those battle scenes came to life, making people excited.

Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, Bai Suzhen, wearing a green robe, stood in front of the cliff.

Behind her, the white-haired old man said in a deep voice, "Miss, that kendo exiled went to the Black Spirit Valley, what Sect Leader means, if he dies, Sect Leader can kill the Black Spirit Valley."

"If he doesn't die, either you introduce him to Shangyang Demon Sect, or there is no swordsmanship in this world."

He looked at Bai Suzhen's back and said softly, "Miss, you should know that this kind of talent cannot be left to the foreign sect."

Bai Suzhen didn't understand what he said, just looked into the distance.

Thousands of miles away from Jiuxuan Mountain, there is a small town.

Jinyang City.

A year ago, the city was a mortal town.

Over the past year, many practitioners have come here, either to do business or to settle down, making the small town a city of practice.

At this time, in the City Lord's Mansion, Lu Qingping, who was wearing a brocade robe, was teasing the babbling children.

"Huhu, when you grow up, you want to become a strong swordsman like your adoptive father."

"Your father is a great hero, and your adopted father is a great swordsman. In the future, you must help your mother find father."

The child stomped and waved, as if responding.

Western Xinjiang, Linghua Pavilion.

Alchemy bulk.

Mu Wan, who was already an Inner Sect elite, was refining the Medicine Pill while listening to the discussions around her.

Kendo exile.

The first young generation in Xijiang.

The future leader of kendo in Xijiang.

This person is Senior Brother Han.

"Om-"

Dan Ding moved lightly, and a Medicine Pill took shape.

With a gesture, three crystal clear Medicine Pills appeared in his hands.

Cloud Qi Dan.

Fairy.

The old woman beside Mu Wan smiled and said in a low voice, "Mu Wan is really amazing. With this Alchemy achievement, no one can match the younger generation in Western Xinjiang."

"Even that kendo exiled immortal doesn't have the talent like our Mu Wan."

Hearing the old woman's words, Mu Wan shook her head, stood up and said, "Uncle, I'll go back to rest first."

After speaking, she walked out of the pill room slowly and looked up at the sky in the distance.

Brother Han's world is really wonderful...

But what can I bring him?

...

Countless people expect that there will be a master to let Han Muye make a second sword.

There are also countless people who are looking forward to the fight against Han Muye by several strong men who have never been defeated.