Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

"Roar--"

Sanzhang White Tiger roared, with a wind scroll, and instantly appeared behind Han Muye, then raised his front paws and slapped it hard.

Standing still, Han Muye stretched out his hand and pulled out the Qingming Sword from the sword box behind him, and slashed horizontally to the left.

"Thorn-"

A white tiger tail fell off.

The previous bashing was fake, but the long tail whipping was real.

The White Tiger method, Han Muye had previously studied on Jiuxuan Mountain.

A sword broke the White Tiger's tail, and Daoist's face sank in front of him.

The ferocity of the docked-tailed White Tiger was stimulated, and his body slammed forward, biting when he opened his mouth.

Han Muye snorted softly, and the phantom figure appeared behind him.

"The power of the blood of the beast!"

The opposite Daoist exclaimed.

White Tiger slammed his head into Ba Xia's back armor, his body trembled, and then dissipated.

Appeared again, already beside Daoist.

"The blood of the beast, good, good." Daoist gritted his teeth, and the aura in his hand turned into a snare.

"Kill you, draw blood, and the deity will get a divine beast."

The snare went under the hood of Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head, the sword raised in his hand.

Without the power of divine transformation, it is impossible to see that he is the body of a divine beast.

The Daoist in front of him also regards his own power as the bloodline of the divine beast.

The difference between the body of the beast and the bloodline of the beast is millions of times different in strength!

With the snares in the head, Han Muye moved and slammed into it.

The golden snare, each strand of rope is entangled with power, even the Magic Treasures long sword cannot be directly cut off.

Being caught in this trap, I am afraid that the Expanding Aperture cultivator will also be tied.

Jinxuan Daomen did have some ability to let this Daoist take over the first battle.

Daoist smiled when he saw Han Muye slammed into the snare.

The ridiculousness was revealed, and it froze directly on his face.

The net that was comparable to the first class Magic Treasures was smashed by Han Muye.

Han Muye slammed down on him with undiminished strength.

Daoist was at a loss for a while, and was smashed by Han Muye's aura, and his fist hit the bridge of his nose.

"Crack-"

Half of the head is crooked.

Han Muye shook his head.

This is not good for practitioners who practice the spiritual path. Once they are approached, ten percent of their combat power will not be able to exert thirty percent.

"Om-"

The long sword in Han Muye's hand shook, and Sword Qi shone.

The Daoist who fell down showed fear on his face, several golden talismans flew from his body, and there were various spiritual lights, and then the spiritual light flashed, and the primordial spirit fled.

It is also decisive, and the body is not needed directly, and the primordial spirit escapes.

Seeing his Yuanshen Expanding Aperture, Han Muye smiled.

No wonder, this guy is clearly taking the house.

His Primordial Spirit turned out to be an old Daoist with white beard and white hair.

If it's a real battle, maybe Han Muye will have to work harder.

But the Expanding Aperture primordial spirit is in front of him, and that is the lamb to be slaughtered.

The sword of Yuanshen shook, and a Sword Ray flashed, smashing the old Daoist with white beard and white hair.

After the three swords, Daoist's soul was thin, like a thin piece of paper.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, Daoist turned around, looked at Han Muye, and then set his eyes on the abandoned flesh.

"Hey, you really said it, even if I take you away, I won't live for a hundred years."

Daoist shook his head and whispered softly: "Is my most outstanding junior, I was really wrong..."

When the voice fell, his Primordial Spirit couldn't hold on any longer, and there was a soft sound, as if the bubble burst and turned into nothingness.

In the void, only a faint divine light and Spiritual Qi remain.

An Expanding Aperture overhauled, fell.

"Om-"

As the Daoist fell, the surrounding beams of light rushed towards Han Muye and turned into a spiritual formation.

The people of Jinxuan Daomen did not let go.

Han Muye let out a long laugh, raised the sword in his hand, and swung Baizhang Sword Ray, tearing the spiritual formation in front of him with one sword.

A sword spanned a hundred miles, and when Sword Ray dissipated, he was already standing a hundred miles away.

"when--"

Sword Ray was blocked by a long spear.

But before the spear could be retracted, Han Muye stabbed again with a sword, chasing after the spear.

The sword edge slammed forward, smashing the aura and soul wrapped around the spear.

There was a cry of pain in the distance.

Magic Treasures, the envoy of the soul, Han Muye gladly took the spear.

Reaching out and grabbing the dropped spear, Sword Qi unceremoniously poured into the body of the spear.

"boom--"

The spear, which had originally been struggling like a snake, was directly shaken, and the divine light burst, and the spirituality dissipated.

The spirituality of a nice Magic Treasures is shattered.

Anyway, it's not the spirituality that you warmed up, so what's the use of keeping it?

Sword Qi entered the gun, and various pictures appeared in Han Muye's mind.

The process of refining the spear, the master of the spear practicing marksmanship, and the master of the spear is in Jinxuan Daomen.

Sect Leader direct succession?

Han Muye smiled softly, grabbed the spear, and moved ten miles away.

The young man in the light cyan chain armor showed panic, raised his hand with a dark golden spear, and greeted Han Muye.

The spear in Han Muye's hand was turned upside down, and the spear's tip was like a snake. A forward probe directly swept the spear into the youth's hand.

"Crazy Spirit Strike? You, how can you know my heritage marksmanship..." The young man's eyes widened, but before he could react, the long spear in Han Muye's hand had turned into a spirit snake, locking its shape.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to carry the youth and flew forward.

It was only after arriving at the gate of Jinxuan Daomen, which was thousands of miles away.

At this moment, in front of him was a group of people from the Golden Profound Dao Sect wearing Azure Taoist robes.

Standing at the forefront is the sect master of Jinxuan Dao, Nagaha Daoist.

Nagaha Daoist is the Expanding Aperture Eighth Stage cultivator, with a Taoist method that reaches the sky.

In the memory of the long spear in hand, Han Muye has seen Nagaha Daoist practice the technique, which is really amazing.

"Fellow daoist, I, Jin Xuan Daoist, don't seem to have any grudge against you, right?" Nagaha Daoist looked at Han Muye and said lightly. Behind him, the people from the Jinxuan Daomen were full of anger in their eyes.

Jinxuan Daomen has investigated everything clearly. He knew that Han Muye was here to save people, but now he said that he had no hatred, and put himself on the innocent side to seize morality.

It's a pity that Han Muye doesn't eat this set.

"Changyu senior, it doesn't matter whether there is any grudge or not." Han Muye raised the sword in his hand and said softly, "You should know why I am here."

Nagaha Daoist nodded, a golden halo shone on his body.

"In the end, it's Jian Xiu, go straight."

"It was originally just a few mice. It would be fine for my Jinxuan Daomen to let go, but you can't let the deity be able to challenge you with such a big fanfare."

Nagaha Daoist held a large golden seal in his hand, and a dignified expression flashed on his face.

"Take a blow from me, don't die, take the person you want."

Behind him, two Jinxuan Daoist disciples stepped forward with two unconscious bodies in their hands.

This is much simpler.

Han Muye nodded, "Okay."

As Nagaha Daoist said, he has no grudges with Jinxuan Daomen, he just saves people and takes a blow, how much trouble?

Hearing Han Muye's answer, Nagaha Daoist let out a low voice and threw the golden seal in his hand.

Magic Treasures.

Top grade Magic Treasures.

And this top-grade Magic Treasures contains a hint of the power of the Dao.

This is Jinxuan Daomen's most precious treasure, Jhin Tianyin, right?

From the memory of the spear, Han Muye had seen how the golden seal turned into a thousand feet and shattered the Qianli Mountains with one blow.

This treasure is not only the treasure of Jinxuan Daozong's sect, but also authorized by Jinming Daozong to print the certificate of control of the party.

It is like the golden seal of Confucianism and Taoism in Tianxuan Zhongzhou.

This is a symbol of authority.

With the blessing of the power of Heavenly Dao, the power of this golden seal is so great that even the great cultivator dare not take it hard.

Looking at Han Muye standing in front, Nagaha Daoist showed a smile on his face.

After all, he was born in Rogue Cultivators, how could he know the tyranny of guarding the treasure?

Even the great cultivator of God Transformation Second Stage can't stop this golden seal.

The golden seal immediately descended, causing aura to shine.

The power of the entire Jinxuan Daomen converged and turned into a Black Tortoise phantom. .

The Black Tortoise phantom stood on top of the golden seal and slammed into Han Muye's head.

this strike, absolutely strong.

Han Muye raised his head, his blood condensed.

He returned his long sword to its sheath, and pressed his feet down gently.

The waist stopped, Horse Stance tied.

His right fist was clenched, and the power of the divine beast gathered.

No phantoms appeared, some just raised their hands and struck, roaring like thunder.

With fists, welcome the golden seal!

This is Ember Heaven Seal!

The people of Jinxuan Daomen looked at Han Muye who waved his fists like a fool.

No one in the world can catch Jhin Tianyin with their fists.

Like the force of a landslide pressing down, the turbulent wind caused the void to vibrate.

Everyone seemed to see the broken body of the person in front of them.

Nagaha Daoist shook his head, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yep.

Let those who watch the fun see how strong the treasure of Jinxuan Daomen is!

Aren't many people dissatisfied with their Sect recently?

After this strike, there will be fewer flies and mice.

"boom--"

The fist meets the seal.

The sound of the tremor caused the surrounding Jinxuan Daoist disciples to retreat unconsciously.

Contrary to what everyone thought, Han Muye's body was not shattered by a single blow, but stood in place with his arms raised and his fists pressed against the seal.

blocked?

Before everyone could figure it out, they saw the big golden seal vibrating, and the phantom body of Black Tortoise on it continued to expand and vibrate, and Black Tortoise's face showed pain.

"Bam—"

Black Tortoise's body shatters.

"boom--"

The golden Ember Heaven Seal shattered directly and turned into countless fragments!

Zhenzong's treasure, broken!

A treasure that can suppress thousands of miles and carry a lot of luck, was shattered by a punch!

Except for the roar, for a while, there was no sound in a radius of ten thousand miles.

Han Muye glanced at the broken golden seals, and slipped a piece into the palm of his hand.

He looked up at Chang Feather Daoist, who was trembling and pale.

"senior, I won."

Nagaha Daoist was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand, and the disciple behind him threw the two figures to Han Muye.

Han Muye swayed two auras, wrapped the figure, and then released the young man from Jinxuan Daomen who was caught by him, and took away the Magic Treasures spear.

"Offend me, leave." Han Muye turned around and left, leading the two figures.

Here to save people, the purpose has been achieved, there is no need to stay for a long time.

Outside the gate of Jinxuan Daomen, everyone looked carefully at their sect master.

Chang Yu Daoist's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth: "Close the mountain gate, raise the mountain protection formation, and gather all the disciples to return."

The treasure of Zhenzong was smashed, the power of heaven and earth backlashed, and the coveted forces would not miss the opportunity. Only by guarding the mountain gate, staying behind closed doors, and giving up all interests, can the inheritance be preserved.

"Jianxiu, Han Muye, you wait..." Nagaha Daoist gritted his teeth.

Han Muye flew away with two figures, and in front, Master Tu Sun, Du Mingtao and others greeted him.

When they saw Han Muye, their eyes fell on the two figures he was holding, and their expressions changed.

"Master Han, they are not Sun Zhan and Lu Yunyi!" Du Mingtao exclaimed.

no?

Han Muye frowned.

Jinxuan Daomen dare to violate morality and pretend to be true?

When the two figures were lifted, their spiritual light turned into golden light and shadow, swallowing Han Muye.

"boom--"

Blow up!

With a radius of a hundred feet, the void shatters!