Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 292 Sky Fox Bloodline (12 chapters of five thousand characters)

Take control of a bloodline inheritance, and then change the rules.

This is a brand new attempt for Han Muye.

Integrating the swordsmanship one has mastered into the power of blood requires an unparalleled understanding of swordsmanship.

According to the realm of swordsmanship practice, after reaching the pinnacle, returning to the basics and mastering it, can it be subtly integrated into the blood power.

Re-understanding the way of the sword, Han Muye unknowingly gained a deeper grasp of the way of the sword.

The process of matching the swordsmanship with the specialties of the Shanmao clan is also the process of Han Muye modifying the swordsmanship and constantly honing it.

In the thatched hut, Han Muye held a ball of golden flames in his palm, and a sword light flickered in his eyes.

Spiritual thoughts fell on the Flame Mountain, and kept searching.

The blood power of the Lynx family is mixed, and its original power is not strong, it just came out of the body.

Even if all of these Shanmao people can get the perfect blood of their ancestors, at most they will only step into the heavenly realm.

That is impossible.

Limited by aptitude, it is impossible for most monster races to reach the blood purity of their ancestors.

When the power of its own bloodline cannot provide enough power, the Yaozu will choose to swallow and fuse the power of other bloodlines.

Although it will cause the blood to be impure, it can continuously improve its strength.

Among the blood of the bobcat clan, there are now many bloodlines of the bobcat clan and a trace of the blood of the tiger clan.

The beaver tribe is similar to the bobcat tribe in combat power, but the beaver tribe has sharper minions and stronger bodies.

With the integration of such bloodline power, in a short period of time, the strength of these Bobcats will increase a lot.

Shan Cang's body kept flashing golden light, and a sword intent seemed to come out of his body.

This is the reason why the newly added swordsmanship inheritance is extremely powerful.

"Master, within a radius of thousands of miles, there are dozens of races, large and small, and hundreds of tribes. We can go slowly—" Shan Cang's eyes revealed a golden light of desire.

That is the desire for power.

Today, it is stronger than ever.

"Let your people look around, I need all the information."

"Race, bloodline strength, and distribution of ethnic groups," Han Muye's eyes revealed an irresistible depth: "Within seven days, within a radius of three thousand miles, I want to be clear and exact."

Following Han Muye's words, a streak of lavender popularity poured into the flames in front of him.

With the power of popularity, pass on the way of scholarship.

Han Muye directly integrated methods such as reconnaissance, concealment, camouflage, and map drawing into the Bobcat bloodline.

Fortunately, this is an extremely low bloodline, so he may let him tamper with it.

If it was a high-level bloodline, I am afraid that the backlash of the bloodline power would be enough for him to drink a pot.

At this time, Han Muye saw the benefits of controlling the Bobcat bloodline again.

His method of control did not connect himself with this bloodline, so even if the Bobcats were injured, it would not implicate him.

On the contrary, those monster races and practitioners who have integrated their blood into themselves will link their power with the races in the secret realm.

One prospers all, one loses all.

But this method can also be broken.

Kill all the clansmen and take back all the blood power. The power of backlash will naturally decrease.

It's just that in this way, the benefits obtained are even less.

"Om—"

The flames vibrated, the power of the blood was modified, and Shan Cang's surging fighting spirit suddenly turned into nothingness, and there was a trace of wisdom and cunning in his eyes.

Shancang is just an incorporeal body formed by the blood of the lynx, and everything about it is the appearance of the power of the blood.

At this time, the power of the Bobcat bloodline was integrated into the various detection methods modified by Han Muye, and it was immediately different from before.

"Master, don't worry, within seven days, we will definitely investigate the information of the surrounding area of ​​3,000 miles." Shan Cang whispered, his body turned into a ball of flame, and then exploded.

On the altar outside the hut, flames rose suddenly.

A lavender aura emanated from each of the Lynx clansmen.

The bloodline inheritance begins again.

...

Early the next morning, Han Muye led Huang Zhihu, who was holding a little white fox in his arms, away from the Lynx tribe.

Xiang Lingshuang, a boy from the Elephant Clan, followed behind.

For some reason, he didn't seem to be in a good mood today, and he followed behind absent-mindedly.

But not far away, Huang Zhihu murmured to the little white fox a few times, and then acted like a baby and let Xiang Lingshuang carry it on his shoulders on the way, Xiang Lingshuang smiled again.

Xiang Lingshuang carried Huang Zhihu on his shoulders, and walked several feet at a very fast speed. The wind in his face made Huang Zhihu hug the little white fox tightly, giggling.

Han Muye's figure didn't seem to move, and he was right in front of Xiang Lingshuang for a while.

Xiang Lingshuang's steps were getting faster and faster, and his steps were getting more and more medium, but he couldn't overtake him no matter what.

In just a moment, the two had already traveled a hundred miles.

"Xiaobai is right, Senior Brother Han is strong in everything." Xiang Lingshuang whispered a little depressed, and slowed down.

"Senior Brother Han, tell me, why do these monster races want to kill them?" Xiang Lingshuang looked at Han Muye and said in a deep voice.

Yesterday he followed the bobcat clan and watched the bobcat clan kill the bobcat clan and return with their blood.

In Xiang Lingshuang's view, they are obviously two ordinary low-level monster races, and they should support each other.

What's the point of such small tribes killing each other?

"What do you think the Yaozu should be like?" Han Muye said calmly, looking ahead without turning his head.

What should the demon race look like?

Huang Zhihu tilted her head, and the little white fox in her arms also narrowed her eyes.

Xiang Lingshuang shook his head, and said in a low voice: "The monster clans in the Southern Wilderness are also constantly killing each other."

"I think the Yaozu should get along well, there is no need to kill like this."

Elephants, probably so.

Han Muye turned his head and glanced at Xiang Lingshuang: "You elephants have a big appetite, what will you do if you don't have enough food?"

Hearing Han Muye's words, Xiang Lingshuang grinned: "We share the food, no matter how little it is, we will share it."

"Then, what if the food can't be divided?" Han Muye's words revealed a trace of emotion that made Xiang Lingshuang's heart tremble.

"If this food is an opportunity to step into the heavens and even become a higher level."

"There is only one copy, do you want to fight?"

Do you want to fight?

Xiang Lingshuang opened his mouth, his expression changed, and he nodded.

"A fight is a fight, it's just..."

Han Muye interrupted him: "Since there is a fight, there will be a victory or defeat. If the victory or defeat is magnified thousands of times, there will be life and death."

"Placing it between the ethnic groups to fight for a chance is the continuation of the race, the struggle of life and death."

Xiang Lingshuang didn't speak.

What Han Muye said was exactly what he saw yesterday.

That's why he felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't find a solution.

What Han Muye said was correct.

"Do you believe what I just said?" Suddenly, Han Muye chuckled and said loudly.

Xiang Lingshuang was taken aback, then turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head, with a hint of deep spirituality in his eyes: "Everything you see is just an appearance."

"The life-and-death struggle of the monster clan is just a rule formulated by the monster clan's ancient overhaul, thinking that the monster clan can continue."

"You can think of it as a game, and someone has made the rules."

"The people who make the rules of the game don't care about the life and death of the monster race in the game."

"What they care about is the final outcome."

After a pause, Han Muye said calmly, "Do you want to change this rule?"

Change the rules?

Xiang Lingshuang's face was full of bewilderment, and he nodded after a long time: "I think, more clansmen are alive, and I want everyone not to kill each other."

"If you want to change the rules, then you have to learn how to kill first." Han Muye turned his head and his eyes fell on Xiang Lingshuang's face.

The elephant clan boy showed embarrassment on his face, he didn't dare to look at Han Muye, he raised his hand to gently press Huang Zhihu's leg, then took a big step and ran forward.

Han Muye shook his head, his body turned into a breeze.

Ideas buried deep in the blood are hard to change.

Just like the Bobcats, even if Han Muye tampered with their bloodline memory, they still couldn't get rid of their cautiousness.

The mania that Shan Cang showed from time to time in front of Han Muye was brought from his blood and bone marrow.

The gentleness and non-warness of the elephant clan has been the same since ancient times.

To change, need, opportunity.

For most of the day, Han Muye and Xiang Lingshuang were on the run.

Across nearly ten thousand miles, Huang Zhihu has changed from being on Xiang Lingshuang's shoulders to lying on Tianhe's back and sleeping soundly.

The little white fox stood on Xiang Lingshuang's shoulders, his eyes sparkling.

"Sisi—"

The little white fox hissed in a low voice.

Xiang Lingshuang paused, and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Han, Xiaobai is talking about the fox clan's residence."

They traveled thousands of miles just to find the Fox Clan's residence.

Han Muye nodded, and there was a faint spiritual light and soul power flashing on his body.

The fox clan is not a powerful group among the ten thousand monster races, but it is not a weak existence either.

The fox clan in front of them is already relatively strong.

There are endless earth and stone houses, and there is even a large-scale street market among them.

As soon as Han Muye and the others arrived, several figures flew towards them.

"Elephants?"

"Human race?"

"Hey, this is, such a noble bloodline..."

Several figures landed ten feet away in front of them, and their eyes were all on Xiang Lingshuang's shoulders.

The little white fox squinted his eyes, and there was a trace of qi and blood radiating from his body.

The power of qi and blood made the figure standing opposite tremble slightly.

This is a very thin fox clan wearing a gray robe, with blue and gray ears.

The Qinghu Clan, a group with lower bloodline strength in the Fox Clan.

Among the fox clan, the most noble bloodline power is the nine-tailed sky fox.

That is the existence of inheritance from ancient times.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the little white fox standing on Xiang Lingshuang's shoulder.

The predecessor of Little White Fox was Sky Fox.

Six tails have been condensed, and the blood inheritance is already extremely strong.

Seemingly unable to withstand the oppression of the blood force, those members of the Qinghu clan fell to their knees.

This is the horror of Yaozu bloodline cultivation.

The suppression of blood power, sometimes, is completely unreasonable.

In fact, although human cultivators do not have such unreasonable suppression of bloodlines, the various rules of superiority and inferiority formulated by human clans, aristocratic families, and even dynasties are sometimes unreasonable than bloodline suppression.

In the distance, figures came rushing forward.

Xiang Lingshuang walked forward step by step with the little white fox on his back.

One by one, members of the Qinghu clan fell to their knees.

Some people whispered, some people shouted excitedly.

The awakened Huang Zhihu looked around curiously, lying on Tianhe's back, quietly looking around.

"arctic fox?"

In front of him stood a thin old man in a gray robe and holding a long wooden stick in his hand.

The old man's eyes fell on the little white fox, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

"My lord, please go to the altar."

The old man took a step back, bowed, and raised his finger forward.

Xiang Lingshuang strode forward, followed by Han Muye and the fluttering Tianhe.

The old man in gray robe lowered his head, looked at Xiang Lingshuang quietly, then turned his eyes to Han Muye and Tianhe.

His hands were behind his back, and he moved a few times in a subtle way.

Han Muye didn't look back, but walked forward calmly.

Passing through the market, all the Qinghu people on the street knelt down to the ground.

To the front, there is a large square. In the middle of the square, there is a blue and white stone altar, which is five feet high.

On the altar, a group of pale yellow flames rose.

The flame was soundless, and the surrounding void seemed to be burned into illusion.

The ethnic group here is much stronger than the Lynx clan in terms of size and strength.

The power of this bloodline flame is also much stronger.

Xiang Lingshuang stood on the bluestone square, surrounded by figures kneeling on the ground.

On Xiang Lingshuang's shoulder, the little white fox stood up, bowed slightly, and jumped up.

"Om—"

A wind blade appeared from behind the altar and slashed towards the little white fox.

Xiang Lingshuang stared, clenched his fists, and punched out.

"Boom—"

The strong wind brought by the fist shattered the wind blade.

But in the next instant, dozens of wind blades shot out from all around.

Several figures in blue armor surrounded him.

The five elders of the green fox clan holding wooden sticks were full of energy and blood, turning into a light curtain to block the altar in front of the little white fox, and then a pair of illusory big hands grabbed the little white fox.

If caught by this big hand, the little white fox's body might burst instantly.

The little white fox wants the blood power of the Qinghu clan, so why doesn't the Qinghu clan want her!

The blood of the sky fox is as precious as it is noble in the fox clan.

The five elders of the Qinghu tribe showed joy on their faces.

To be able to see such a weak Sky Fox Clan, isn't this here to send blood?

It should be their green fox clan's prosperity!

Below, Xiang Lingshuang showed anger on his face, raised his hand, took off the big bow on his shoulder, and held it tightly in his hand.

Huang Zhihu stared at the little white fox nervously, holding a pill tightly in his hand.

Han Muye shook his head.

Not daring to kill, Xiang Lingshuang's combat power could not be displayed at all.

He looked up at the little white fox who was fixed in mid-air.

The little white fox came looking for him just to get his help.

With the friendship in Jiange, Han Muye will also help this time.

"Canglang—"

Qing Ming and Zi Yan unsheathed at the same time.

Ziyan flew out like a crescent moon.

Qing Ming stabbed out, the sword light was like a dragon.

Xiang Lingshuang's eyes widened, staring at the sword in Han Muye's hand.

This was the first time he saw Han Muye unleash his sword.

Even, it was the first time he saw a sword in Han Muye's hand.

Xianyue draws an indescribable mysterious line, flashing past the necks of the surrounding green-armored fox clan.

The blood flower bloomed only after the crescent moon flew away, and all the wind blades in the void turned into wind and dispersed.

Here, with a faint whistling, Qingming Jianguang chopped the imprisoning force around the little white fox to pieces.

Then, with a sweep of the sword's edge, it pierced the pressed phantom palm, and opened the light curtain in front of it.

a sword.

Tenth breath.

The crescent moon hangs high, and the green front hangs upside down.

An old man of the Qinghu tribe who was holding a wooden staff narrowed his eyes, just as he took a step forward, Han Muye raised his long sword.

"wanna die?"

Han Muye's voice was icy cold.

The old man of the green fox tribe with the fifth level of golden core was stunned for a moment, and stopped in his footsteps.

At this time, the little white fox landed on the altar.

At this time, those green-armored demon foxes just fell to the ground, spraying blood.

On the altar, the golden flame instantly blazed.

With a movement, the little white fox rushed into the flames of the altar and disappeared.

Xiang Lingshuang looked up at the altar worriedly.

"Brother, can Xiaobai do it?"

If the power of the fusion bloodline cannot be swallowed, the little white fox will be backlashed by the power of the bloodline on the altar.

"It's okay." Han Muye's face remained unchanged, his eyes fell on the flames of the altar: "I can kill all the foxes here, and cut off the bloodline power on this altar."

When the words fell, the flames on the altar trembled.

Xiang Lingshuang scratched her head and whispered, "It's a way."

The elders of the fox tribe who were not far away trembled slightly.

It wasn't frightened by Han Muye's words, but the flames on the altar in front began to tremble.

Then, their figures crawled uncontrollably on the ground.

A shocking power began to grow on the altar.

This power is so strong that it directly rises to the sky.

The ten thousand zhang flame seemed to burn through the sky and the earth.

Powerful bloodline power!

At this moment, all powerful bloodline races felt threatened in a radius of ten thousand miles.

"Roar--"

In the distance, there was a roar.

Hundreds of miles away, you can feel the vibration of the gravel.

Golden core demon.

Han Muye turned around, his gaze fell into the distance.

Three strong monsters of the eighth level of Jindan rushed forward.

In addition to these three, there are nearly a hundred strong men of various races.

Some are from the secret realm tribe, and some are from the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan.

There are also practitioners from other worlds, including monster races and human races.

Just like the green-armored fox demon who was beheaded by him just now.

At this moment, these people came for the bloodlines that were merging on the altar.

This bloodline that has not been successfully fused has no combat power, and anyone has a chance to devour it.

For the little white fox, this moment is the most dangerous.

Xiang Lingshuang held her big bow tightly, turned around, and looked into the distance.

He knew he couldn't stop these big monsters.

I don't know if Senior Brother Han can block it?

"Senior Brother Han, I tried my best to block a few big monsters, probably, I can block a hundred breaths." The voice was dry, but firm.

Xiang Lingshuang did not flinch.

But he didn't want to kill him.

"You belong to the elephant clan, Xiaobai is from the fox clan, why are you trying to protect her?" Han Muye turned his head and looked at Xiang Lingshuang.

"Grandfather said, Xiaobai can save our Southern Wilderness Elephant Clan." Xiang Lingshuang clenched the big bow in his hand and rested his hands on the bowstring.

"My Southern Wilderness Elephant Clan doesn't fight with other groups, but I don't even have my own grassland."

"Southern Wilderness fought with Zhongzhou, because the Elephants did not want to join the war, they were scolded by the whole Southern Wilderness."

"I, I want to change that."

"I, I want to have our own grassland belonging to our elephant family."

Huang Zhihu, who was lying on Tianhe's back, looked at Xiang Lingshuang with big eyes.

Is it hard to get a piece of grassland?

As long as I want anything, my adoptive father will help me get it, right?

Han Muye turned his head and looked at the turbulent aura that had already rushed over.

"It's just a sword."

In his eyes, a bright aura burst out.

At this moment, an unconcealable sword light rose from his body!

The sword light was so fierce that it took away the light of the great demon of the day realm, and overwhelmed the heat of the flames in the altar behind him.

Three sword pills flew out.

After three, three more.

After three, there are three more!

"The grassland, I snatched it myself!"

Han Muye's figure turned into a streamer.

Jianwan headed in three directions and crashed into three majestic figures.

With one enemy three, Jianwan is the formation!