Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Thousands of miles away, the flames are soaring into the sky!

There, the mountain gate of Qingfeng Jianzong is located.

"Om-"

In the void, a roar sounded.

"Sue me, the disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect, that the spirit armored monsters are attacking, and the mountain gate is in danger. This Sect Leader and the elders are determined to fight the enemy to the death."

"The stationed disciples of all parties cannot return to help, leaving my Qingfengjianzong inheritance to be immortal-"

A thick voice came.

The voice was repeated three times in a row, and it was absolutely dead.

Sect Leader fights to the death, disciples cannot return to help!

This is, to burn all jade and stone!

Lu Wuming and the few Qingfengjianzong Tianjing elders all had sad faces, gritted their teeth, and looked towards the mountain gate.

Over there, my own classmates are fighting to the death.

However, the Sect Leader ordered that the disciples from all over the place were not allowed to return to help.

Because the enemy is too strong, even if the power of the Qingfeng Sword Sect gathers, it will only be sent to death.

It would be better for the disciples everywhere to keep their lives and leave behind the Sect inheritance.

Below, the disciples of Qingfeng Jianzong were at a loss, and many people were already in tears.

Most Sect practitioners have regarded Sect as their home.

At this point, the home will be destroyed.

The surrounding Rogue Cultivators also look complicated.

Many of them did the same, Sect was destroyed, and then they could only be Rogue Cultivators.

"What should I do?" A Qingfeng Sword Sect Gold Core deacon gritted his teeth and looked at the Qingpao Elder beside him.

Elder stared at him and said nothing.

The enemy is strong, and if you go back, you will die.

The Sect Leader has ordered that no return is allowed.

But, really don't go back?

"Chong-"

With a sword cry, the white-haired and green-robed Qingfeng Jianzong Elder took a long sword and stepped out.

"Lu Wuming, you led the disciples to leave, and this Elder went to the mountain gate to rescue."

Sword Ray lingered around him, and the fierce halo that rushed to the sky flashed.

The breath of absoluteness permeated instantly.

"My Fang Yihe was born in Qingfeng Jianzong, grew up in Qingfeng Jianzong, Sect is my home."

"Today, the demons besieged my Qingfeng Jianzong, and Fang Yihe's life was paid to Sect."

The voice fell, and he flew into the sky.

Fang Yihe flew away, and the others looked at each other, some followed, and some stood there hesitating.

For a time, the disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect became scattered sand.

Han Muye shook his head, looking down at the Rogue Cultivators who came with him.

Xiu practitioners' fighting spirit comes from firm belief. With belief, life and death are not hindered. Without belief, there is no power to fight.

"The same Tianxuan Jianxiu, how can I, Han Muye, be indifferent when I see Qingfengjianzong's mountain gate being besieged?"

"Today, Han Muye and Donghai Jianxiu lived and died together—"

The sound is clear and clear, and it spreads thousands of miles!

With the total death!

As a kendo master, since he opens his mouth, he will never break his promise.

"Live and die together!" Qi Ziming, who was holding a long sword, shouted loudly.

"With the total death--"

All the sword cultivators around were shouting, and Sword Rays gathered around them.

At this moment, the morale that had been dissipated began to condense again.

Han Muye drew his long sword and flew away with more than ten thousand Rogue Cultivators behind him.

Qingfeng Jianzong Jianxiu, who was still at a loss, followed behind the sword formation and rushed towards the Qingfeng Jianzong Mountain Gate.

With the total death!

At this moment, they just want to live and die together with those same sects in the mountain gate.

The black armor monsters came to intercept, and Han Muye swung Sword Ray to kill him directly.

Thousands of miles of sea, but it has been reached in a moment.

The boundless Monster Qi, tumbling, engulfed the entire island ahead.

The mountain gate of Qingfeng Jianzong has been besieged to death.

The scattered disciples of Qingfeng Jianzong were being besieged and killed.

"kill."

Han Muye gave a long drink, and the Sword Ray in his hand moved, and cut straight down.

He didn't use his own power much, and the Sword Ray formed by the formation of more than 10,000 Rogue Cultivators behind him has become a sword of a thousand meters, and it fell in the air.

Sword Ray howls, rushing like thunder!

"boom--"

Sword Ray directly smashed the black armor monsters who besieged the disciples of Qingfeng Jianzong.

"Looking for death!" There was a low shout from the Monster Qi in front of him. A figure in black armor with a long sword in his hand stepped out, bringing out a thousand feet of clear sword energy.

The sword qi collided with the sword shadow, and the sound of landslides and ground cracks came out.

Expanding Aperture Great cultivator!

On the other side, several large cultivators appeared.

Fang Yihe and the others, who had fled before, returned in confusion and joined Han Muye and the others.

Several large black armor cultivators in the void suppressed all directions.

Han Muye and Jianxiu behind him were surrounded by digital cultivators.

No wonder Qingfengjianzong's Sect Leader does not allow his disciples to rescue, because these spirit armour monsters are all about helping out!

How many disciples came to rescue, they all died!

The sword cultivators behind Han Muye were all pale and trembling under the pressure of the great cultivator.

Han Muye held a long sword in front of him, looked at the figure in black armor in front of him, and swept his gaze to the large black armored cultivator surrounding him.

"Brothers, are you afraid of death?"

Han Muye shouted loudly.

fear death?

Of course afraid.

Everyone is afraid of death.

Isn't it just to live longer by practicing hard?

Although no one spoke, the solemn atmosphere was already the answer.

Han Muye pointed the front of the sword in his hand, and his eyes flashed: "I am also afraid of death."

Yes, talented talents like Han Muye should have a brilliant future.

As long as he doesn't fall, he has the opportunity to set foot on the top of the world.

How could such a person risk his life?

"Han, brother, we, we will protect you and kill you." Qi Ziming gritted his teeth, trying to make his own voice coherent.

The spirits from the surrounding great cultivators are slamming, and it is difficult for them to stand in the void.

"Go out, Han Banxian, you can't die here." Lu Wuming said in a low voice.

All eyes fell on Han Muye.

This kendo exiled immortal should not have died here with them.

Many people clenched the hilt of the sword in their hands, and the light in their eyes slowly firmed.

"Kill it out?" Han Muye's fighting spirit gathered, and an illusory long sword appeared behind him.

Kendo Nascent Soul Expanding Aperture.

"I, Han Muye, are afraid of death, because I am afraid that I will not be able to live long and climb the peak that the world has never seen before."

"I, Han Muye, are afraid of death, because I am afraid that there are still many things I haven't done, and I have regrets in my heart."

"I, Han Muye, are afraid of death, because I am afraid that the debts I owe in this life, the love I owe, have not been repaid."

With the long sword in his hand screaming, Han Muye's eyes fell on his own sword.

"Brothers, ask about your own sword."

"You ask him if he can let you live."

Looking at the sword in his hand, Han Muye said softly, "Qing Ming, you will let me live, right?"

"Om-"

Qingmingjian let out a long cry, and Sword Ray bloomed.

At this moment, within ten thousand miles, all the swords began to vibrate.

The sword is responding!

The eyes of each sword cultivator burst into expression.

Cultivation in this life is nothing but a sword.

At this moment of life and death, then the honor and disgrace of this life, and all the blood, will be given to the sword of your own.

Han Muye raised his hand, pressed his palm on the edge of the sword, and pulled hard.

Blood splattered.

All the blood was melted into the blade.

The Qingming Sword turned into a long dragon, roaring in the sky!

"My generation is a sword cultivator. I have a sword in my heart and a sword in my hand. What are you afraid of?"

Han Muye raised his head to the sky and howled, raised his hand to catch the long dragon transformed by the Qingming Sword, and stood in the air.

"What are you afraid of?"

He shouted loudly and could be heard from thousands of miles away!

What are you afraid of?

What about the sword in your hand?

The swordsmen followed his example, pressed their palms on the sword's edge, and pulled the sword gently, blood-staining the long sword.

Qi and blood, condensed into a plume of smoke.

Qi and blood combined with Sword Ray and turned into a blood dragon of ten thousand feet.

The blood dragon roared, directly breaking the spiritual suppression of several black armored cultivators.

This blood dragon is a combination of sword intent and fighting intent, and its power has surpassed the limits of practitioners in the realm of heaven!

"I stained the sword with my blood."

Han Muye whispered.

Above his head, the thousand-foot dragon shadow transformed by the Qingming Sword hovered and entangled.

"Slaying demons and demons to kill enemies and bandits."

The long dragon twisted and rushed forward.

The big black armored cultivator with a long sword changed his face, and finally turned around and left.

The power displayed by the long dragon transformed by the Qingming Sword made him terrified.

This kind of power is completely beyond his ability to resist.

"I stained the sword with my blood."

"Slaying demons and demons to kill enemies and bandits."

Each sword cultivator whispered, causing the blood dragon to roar.

As soon as the blood dragon grabbed it, a large black armored cultivator was imprisoned, watching his own body shattered, and the demon light and blood turned into smoke pillars.

Nascent Soul Eighth Stage big cultivator, shattered by one blow!

The power of the blood dragon is so terrifying!

With a loud shout, Han Muye led the long dragon transformed by the Qingming Sword forward, followed by the blood dragon of ten thousand feet, rushing into the Monster Qi that filled the front.

"boom--"

Whether it was a large cultivator or an endless black armored water monster, they were all knocked away by the long dragon, and then turned into a Blood Qi demon light, which was absorbed by the long dragon. The blood dragon moved forward, and after a hundred miles, his body was already twenty thousand zhang long, covered in blood-colored scales, and his eyes shone with the fierce light of Yazi.

This blood dragon is condensed by Sword intent and blood, and only comes out for killing.

Nothing can stop this bloody collision.

"Bam—"

The body of the last black armored monster was smashed into pieces, and the front was suddenly empty.

Green mountains, buildings filled with Spiritual Qi.

Don't you fight to the death just because this great mountain and river is still there?

Han Muye raised his hand, and the long dragon turned into Sword Ray and stood up, looking up to the sky and laughing.

"Xijiang Han Muye came to the East China Sea Qingfeng Sword Sect to challenge, can someone challenge it?"

challenge!

There are countless black armored monsters besieged outside, but Han Muye is nothing but a challenge!

In Jianxiu's eyes, the spirit armored monsters are nothing but evil spirits, why bother?

"Up and down the Qingfeng Sword Sect, I would like to welcome the sword of Han Banxian from the Western Border!" There was a loud shout from the building in front.

Below, one after another Sword Ray lights up.

A sword cultivator in a green robe flew over.

Han Muye drew the sword in his hand, and the blood dragon that had not dissipated reunited.

"Okay, today Han will test the sword with fellow Qingfeng Sword Sect fellow daoists to see who has the better sword—"

Han Muye let out a long laugh, turned his head to look at the Rogue Cultivators who were following him behind him, and the disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect.

"Can you still fight?"

Can you still fight?

"can!"

Countless voices became one.

They are all ant-like Rogue Cultivators, and in the East China Sea, no one cares.

To be able to slay a big cultivator today, and to be able to walk in and out of the endless black armor, even if he died in battle, he was willing to do so!

One more battle, ten more battles, and one hundred more battles!

Han Muye drew his sword and smiled and rushed into the Monster Qi in front of him again.

"Then fight again-"

The blood-colored long dragon followed closely behind him, poking out its claws and swinging its tail, smashing the bodies of the big monsters.

Sword Ray, swirling in mid-air.

At this moment, the power of the Great Dao seems to be poured into the world, making the power of the blood-colored dragon even more magnificent.

"Everyone, you can't let Han Banxian specialize in beauty." Among the Qingfeng Jianzong people, the Sect Leader, who was standing in front, wearing a pale golden robe and a golden crown, chuckled, and the sword flew out of his hand.

The sword transforms Qingfeng, which matches the Sword intent on the disciple of Qingfeng Jianzong behind him.

The endless wind scrolls intertwined in an instant, slamming into Monster Qi.

Those Monster Qi were turbulent, and were directly knocked out by a gap.

The blood dragon was raging, the wind was torn apart, and the siege of the Spirit Armored Monster Race was directly broken into a sieve.

The strength of sword repair lies in this.

The black armored monsters surging in the sea below were pierced by Sword Ray, and their bodies shattered one by one.

As long as the sword is sharp, no one can stop Jian Xiu.

Watching the blood dragon charge, the sword cultivators who followed Han Muye all shouted loudly.

Today's battle is really fun!

Over there, the wind was swirling, rolling up the black armor monster clan in the water, and then tearing it into pieces in the air.

"boom--"

In front, a hundred-zhang phantom appeared, and a long spear was stabbed on the wind roll.

Above the spear, the blue demon light seemed to hold the wind down like a big hand.

A great cultivator!

The Spirit Armor Monster Race already has God Transformation powerhouses!

This is not good news for the Tianxuan cultivation world.

Han Muye's face was solemn, and the sword in his hand was frozen.

The wind scroll of Qingfeng Jianzong was stopped by a blow from the great cultivator, and he lost his power to advance.

Qingfeng Jianzong Sect Leader's face was gloomy, and he attracted the power of everyone behind him, but he could only confront the great cultivator.

The water surface below surging, three auras that are not inferior to the overhaul of the gods in front of them converge.

There are still three overhauls of the Heijia Monster Race coming!

The expressions of the Heavenly Realm powerhouses of Qingfeng Sword Sect changed.

Three more gods are overhauled, and the Qingfeng Sword Sect is destroyed, unable to return to the sky.

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly as he looked at the water below.

I thought that the Lingjia Monster Race was smart and would only wait and see during the battle of Taoism.

Unexpectedly, they actually dared to participate in the Dao struggle.

It's just a test product stocked outside the dam, do you really think you can become the master of this world?

ignorance.

If that's the case, then clean up the spirit armor monsters in this fish pond first!

Killing intent suddenly appeared, Han Muye stepped forward, raising the sword in his hand.

"Fellow daoist of Qingfeng Jianzong, I have a sword named Fuyunsan."

"This sword is Wind Vessel Swordsmanship, please watch it."

Han Muye's voice fell, and the sword in his hand turned into a breeze.

The breeze gathers and disperses, falling in the wind.

The originally fixed wind scrolls shattered and turned into thousands of paths.

The originally condensed wind was scattered, and there was nowhere to focus.

The cultivator's spear lost its focus and hit the air.

"After the floating clouds dissipate, the wind and clouds will reunite, and the dragon roars in the sky!"

Han Muye flipped the palm of his left hand, and his left and right swords staggered.

Right-handed wind.

Left hand condensed.

Fengmai Swordsmanship, the second sword, Fengyun Gathering!

Water pulse swordsmanship, the third sword, Nine Dragons!

The power of the two swords is superimposed, and the situation changes, and the sky changes in color!

The wind and the clouds meet, the dragon roars in the sky!

Sword of the Storm!

Sword Ray mobilized the steam from the East Sea and turned into nine thousand-foot long dragons.

Clouds surged, and the gusts of wind converged, matching the Sword intent of Qingfeng Jianzong, sweeping all directions.

By the power of heaven and earth, by the power of Qingfeng Jianzong.

Han Muye stood in the void, his heart comprehended, Sword Ray vibrated in his hand.

There is law in the sword, and there is power in the sword.

Kendo is Heavenly Dao.

The East China Sea Heavenly Dao is in the sword, it is Fengyun Jihui, Longxiang Nine Heavens.

Himself, it just happens to be the right time.

"This is a battle of the Tao..."

The battle of heaven and earth.

Among them, the living beings are just coincidental.

Whoever can take advantage of this situation is the seed of the Dao.

myself, that is!

"Roar--"

Nine dragons roared, causing thousands of miles of wind and clouds to roll back, and the cloud pillars condensed to become a flying White Tiger.

The dragon and the tiger each occupy one side, staring at the black armored monster.

The three black armored monsters who protruded their heads from the water surface moved and disappeared quietly.

too strong.

The power of nine dragons and one tiger in the sky has surpassed the realm of heaven.

This pure power does not involve Karma Samsara.

"boom--"

White Tiger slapped it with a claw, and the large black-armored cultivator who was locked in it handed out a long spear.

The tiger claws collided with the spear, the spear exploded, and half of the spear flew out. Han Muye reached out and held it.

A piece of Magic Treasures, which shattered with one blow, the transformation of the gods retreated, and the face full of black scales showed fear.

Before he could stand still, nine long dragons had already collided.

"boom--"

The long dragon shattered and turned into Sword Ray.

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The nine long dragons finally gathered into a long ball of Sword Ray's cocoon, wrapping an overhaul of the gods in it.

Monster Qi scattered, and blood filled the air.

In mid-air, the roar of the transformation of God overhauled through the air.

Below, the water gradually calmed down.

A god-turning overhaul, wrapped in a light cocoon, rubbed layer by layer!

What a shock this is!

All the black armor monsters retreated in horror, hiding their figures under the water.

No one wants to be the next being torn down.

The scattered Monster Qi and Blood Qi scattered around, and many fell in front of the surrounding swords, covering them.

The power of a god-turning cultivator feeds back!

Several Expanding Aperture sword cultivators standing in front of Qingfeng Jianzong were ecstatic, stretched out their hands, and sensed the power of the gods.

On them, there is Sword Qi rippling.

Thousands of miles around, the originally surging Monster Qi slowly retreated.

Qingfengjianzong Sect Leader took a step forward and turned towards Han Muye cupped hands: "Han Banxian, today's kindness—"

Before he finished speaking, Han Muye raised his swords: "What kind of kindness, Han Muye came to the East China Sea to challenge, this battle is quite enjoyable."

Only talk about challenges, not about kindness.

They are all sword cultivators. It is easy to bleed, but it is difficult to bend over.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Qingfeng Jianzong Sect Leader showed a smile on his face.

"Fellow daoists, the black armor monsters will temporarily retire, and the big cultivator will never let go."

Han Muye swept his gaze towards Qingfeng Jianzong Mountain Gate with a solemn expression: "I wonder if there is a fellow daoist who is willing to fight with Han again?"

One more kill?

Everyone in Qingfeng Jianzong was stunned.

As soon as the black armor monsters are repelled, they go to rush to kill?

Han Muye raised his hand, and countless sword pellets appeared in the air like stars.

"The name of the sword is not unfamiliar if you want to come to Donghai Jianxiu. Han came to the East China Sea and brought 100,000 swords. He is willing to be a practitioner with Han Muye, and he can take one for himself."

Sword Dan!

The Zhongzhou Imperial City spread out, and outside the bounds, 360,000 dan xiu could defeat Saint with his sword dan.

In the Profound Sky World, a sword pill would be sold for 30 million Spirit Stones, but there is still no market for it.

Unexpectedly, Han Banxian from Xijiang came with 100,000 Sword Pills today.

Everyone from Qingfeng Jianzong looked at the sword pills that filled the sky with strange expressions on their faces.

Isn't this guy afraid of being robbed?