Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 196 Zhao Youzhi's Left Sword (13)

Inheritance of the Jiange, the sword of the soul.

Using the sword of the soul to control the envoy Jianwan, the double-headed long sword with no handle is dazzling, and in the blink of an eye, it has a frightening sharpness.

The young man in the green robe and jade belt grasped the sword art, and the flying sword swept across. Dozens of practitioners in gray robes in front of him were suppressed by the sword, unable to raise their heads.

"Run away!"

"This is an extremely powerful swordsman, this world is too strong!"

"Hmph, go back and report, let the Yuntian Daoist League send a large army to conquer this world."

Each of these people has a cultivation level no less than that of an alchemy cultivator, but in front of the sword weapon transformed by Jianwan, they don't even have the strength to fight back at all.

In the end, after leaving behind seven or eight corpses, those cultivators hurriedly fled through a crack in the void.

The young man in the green robe and jade belt raised his hand, held the sword pill, and then looked at the crack with a gloomy aura.

"Is this the crack in the void that senior Yuan Tianjian blocked seven thousand years ago?"

"Cracks in the Void, cultivators outside the realm, really wonderful."

"I, Mo Shenghua, was born with a sword type, and my sword heart is clear. It is meaningless to stay in the Tianxuan world after cultivating the Xuanyang sword to the extreme within a year."

The young man looked at the ever-changing light and shadow, and whispered in his mouth.

"Okay, when Senior Yuan Tian was able to use his body as bait to seal this crack in the void, so could I, Mo Shenghua."

The eyes of the green-robed youth were shining brightly, and there was a fighting spirit rising from his body.

"However, I'd better keep the inheritance of my Jiange first. Senior Yuan Tian's sword pellets should also be kept in the Profound Sky World."

In the picture in Han Muye's mind, the young man turned and left.

In the next screen, he saw the familiar three-story scene of Jiange.

This young man named Mo Shenghua was actually the head of the Jiange three thousand years ago.

"Xuanyang Sword Art is too obscure and difficult to understand. It was originally created by that Wenxiang for sealing the town of Void."

"Without the state of sword heart enlightenment, it will take at least three hundred years to practice this tactic."

In the Jiange, Mo Shenghua put three jade slips on the long case.

"I divided this tactic into three tactic. Although there is only one sword left, this sword can fight against the heavens with a hundred breaths."

"As long as the Nine Profound Sword Sect selects loyal disciples and practice in secret, one Jiazi can cultivate such a sword."

"With this sword, the Nine Profound Sword Sect can protect itself."

Mo Shenghua stood up and put the sword pills on the long table as well.

"Hehe, I'll go to the outside world to have a look. Maybe I'll come back in a hundred years. It's enough to keep so many backup players."

After the words fell, his figure turned into a breeze and dissipated in place.

Jianwan and Yujian were later put away.

Jianwan circulated in Jiange and Zongmen Treasure Building, and many elders of Jianmen exchanged Jianwan for constant nurturing.

For three thousand years, this Jiange senior has never appeared again.

There are no rumors of outsider practitioners invading in Western Border, nor is there any news about the crack in the void.

"Om—"

The sword pill vibrated, and streams of sword energy poured into Han Muye's meridians.

This is the sword energy resident in the sword pills when generations of elders of Jianmen warmed them up.

The sword energy is strong, but it is more mixed, not a lot.

After all, this sword pill is not the treasure that the elders mainly sacrificed this time.

After a hundred breaths, the sword energy dissipated completely.

Just when Han Muye was about to pour his own sword energy into the sword pill for sacrifice, there was a faint spiritual light on the sword pill.

A jade-white halo directly enveloped Han Muye's figure.

"Jiange finally has a junior who combines the three tactics into one?"

"My seat, Mo Shenghua, how long did it take you to cultivate the Xuanyang Sword to the extreme in one year?"

"Having practiced Xuanyang Sword Jue, he is the commander of Xuanyang Guards. When Wen Xiang asked me to go to Zhongzhou, I didn't go. Some of the disciples of the younger generation have practiced Xuanyang Jue. Remember to go to Zhongzhou."

"You can be considered a caring person if you can discover the secret in the sword pill. This reward, let's continue."

There was arrogance in Mo Shenghua's voice, and an extremely pure soul power flowed from the sword pill, turned into a torrent, and hit Han Muye's chest.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

This senior said a reward, but also used a small method to test it out.

If he hadn't cultivated the sword of the soul, he would not be able to mobilize the power of the soul, and he would still be killed by this power.

"Om—"

The power of the soul in Shenzang is stimulated, and the sword art that condenses the soul in Xuanyang Jue is in operation.

The divine soul power from the sword pill was instantly obedient, and turned into a small blue sword, which landed in Han Muye's divine treasure.

As soon as this little sword appeared, the soul sword shadow that Master Tu Sun had given before immediately lost his temper and obediently gave up his position.

This small sword is solid and much more agile than Master Tu Sun's Soul Sword.

Opening his eyes, looking at the slightly shaking Jianwan in his palm, Han Muye's eyes shone with divine light.

It's hard to imagine that Senior Mo Shenghua, who guarded the Jiange for three thousand years, could condense such a sword in one year.

Master Yuan Tianjian, Mo Shenghua.

This kind of sword cultivator is the real senior demeanor, with a single sword.

Holding the sword pill tightly in his hand, Han Muye's body was filled with spiritual energy, and pieces of spiritual stones were shattered.

As long as this one sword pill is refined, three sword pills can form a three-star sword array.

This is the basis of Yuan Tianjian Zun Zhoutian Sword Formation.

Such a sword formation is extremely powerful in the hands of Sword Master Yuan Tian, ​​and it only takes an instant to kill the Heaven Realm Yuanying Daxiu.

Sword energy and spiritual light surged, and the halo on Han Muye's body flickered with mysterious streamers.

After the cultivation of spiritual energy stepped into the foundation building, Han Muye's refining speed of the sword pill was much faster.

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In the next two days, the daytime fighting was fierce.

The cultivators led by Tang Chi and He Xuanqi confronted the demon clan, and the bloody battle continued.

He Xuanqi's two swords were completely desperate to fight, and the routes of a pair of swords were strange and agile, and the monsters who fought against him were completely unable to deal with it.

If it weren't for his rough skin and thick flesh, He Xuanqi might be able to kill through the battle formation of monsters with one person and two swords.

The disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect behind him protected him with all their strength and helped him fight.

He Xuanqi's brilliance even covered Tang Chi who was also charging forward.

When the sun was setting, Yunchaoling cheered all over the mountain, welcoming the return of He Xuanqi, who held a sword in both hands and was soaked in blood.

He Xuanqi dragged his sword and walked away, his figure blended with the figure behind him, as if two people were walking together.

Many disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect came forward to protect He Xuan and turn around to cultivate.

Then many people turned their heads and looked at Han Muye standing on the cliff.

With two middle-grade spirit stones, Senior Brother Han of Jiange will teach swordsmanship.

No matter if it's a unique swordsmanship or a sect's inheritance, as long as you practice it once, Senior Brother Han will be able to find out the shortcomings, or point out the key points.

Fighting down the mountain, He Xuanqi's two swords were dazzling, and the disciples beside him were full of fighting spirit, which was also visible to everyone.

Who wouldn't want such an increase in combat power?

With Senior Brother Han's advice, he will have such an opportunity.

As long as there are two spirit stones, it's not expensive at all!

Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan maintained order and helped collect the spirit stones, and then Han Muye gave instructions on swordsmanship.

There were only twenty or so people in one night.

Everyone is very conscious.

By the third day, the team rushing down the mountain had reached more than fifty people.

With the idea of ​​honing their sword skills, these Nine Profound Sword Sect disciples followed He Xuanqi behind him and fought with all their strength.

In this way, it has withstood a lot of pressure for those casual cultivators and small sect cultivators, reducing their casualties.

On the night of the third day, Han Muye instructed everyone on sword skills as usual, and then everyone dispersed.

Huang Laoliu asked Lu Qingping and Gao Xiaoxuan to go back to the station first, then lean against the bluestone beside Han Muye and look at the station down the mountain.

Over there, the bonfire swayed, and there were some quiet sighs and cries.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to kill one."

Huang Laoliu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

Han Muye turned to look at him.

"Out of the 200,000 yuan, most of them were gathered to help me find Pingmei."

"It was not their will to be pulled to Yunchao Ridge."

There was a faint flame rising in Huang Laoliu's eyes, and he lowered his voice: "No one wants to die here so vaguely."

Han Muye nodded.

Many of those casual cultivators and small sect cultivators gathered for the purpose of offering rewards.

Later, the Nine Profound Sword Sect recruited them and gave them a generous reward. After training them, they were led to Yunchao Ridge.

Here, once you come, you can't leave.

Han Muye himself came here to save Huang Laoliu, but if he was stationed at Yunchao Ridge, it was impossible for him to return to the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

Everyone here in Yunchao Ridge will either die here or stay here.

Leaving without permission is called running away.

You can escape. After you escape, there will be no place to stand in Xijiang.

As for defecting to the Southern Wilderness, no one thought about it now.

Among the army of monsters and beasts on the opposite side, there are many practitioners who defected from Xijiang.

Practitioners defected in the past, and the treatment was not much better than that of monsters.

"Sixth brother, be careful." Han Muye said softly.

Huang Laoliu grinned and said, "Don't worry, I still have sister Ping to take care of, and I won't die in front of the battle."

Han Muye nodded and lowered his voice: "Brother Six, you're going to the battlefield tomorrow, why don't you stay tonight first?"

Hearing his words, Huang Lao Liu was taken aback for a moment, and then his face turned red.

"Hey, what did the kid say?"

"Your sixth brother, what kind of person am I?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

That being said, Huang Laoliu had already dragged his legs and ran away as if flying.

I don't know what he's going to do.

Han Muye smiled and turned his head, his gaze fell into the distance.

Over there, a figure walked slowly.

wobbly.

"Brother Han."

Zhao Youzhi, who staggered a little, walked up to Han Muye with a pale complexion.

His right arm is empty.

"Are you awake?" Han Muye looked at Zhao Youzhi and said softly, "You should cultivate well."

Zhao Youzhi looked up, with a trace of numbness in his sunken eye sockets.

"Senior Brother Han, you once said that I am suitable for left-handed swords, right?"

Han Muye nodded.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Zhao Youzhi's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Then, what about now?"

When I said it before, his right hand was not broken.

But now.

It's different.

Han Muye looked at Zhao Youzhi, pondered, but didn't speak.

Zhao Youzhi is an ordinary disciple of the inner sect of Nine Profound Sword Sect.

His cultivation base is not high, and his combat power is average.

He represents the vast majority of practitioners of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Cultivation is just because of the longing for the eternal life that I don't know where, and sword practice is just because I want to be a swordsman who can be happy with kindness and hatred.

That's all.

How many practitioners in the world don't think so?

Seeing Han Muye's silence, Zhao Youzhi shook his head with a wry smile, and said softly, "Senior Brother Han, I understand."

After speaking, he turned around and walked slowly down the mountain.

Looking at Zhao Youzhi's sad figure, Han Muye suddenly said in a low voice: "If I teach you a swordsmanship that is only for killing, can you hold on to your heart?"

Zhao Youzhi's figure froze.

Slowly turned around, stared at Han Muye, and nodded.

"Brother please teach me."