Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The white bones are the body, and the golden patterns are the shadows.

Residing in illusion, incarnate Xuanming.

The Phantom Hidden Dragon was reborn step by step from the Xuanming Serpent. Although it is called a dragon, it is actually a snake.

Every joint of the entwined bones has a beast screaming and screaming.

When the head collided with the golden armored warrior Han Muye turned into, the violent waves caused tore apart the void.

A star was directly smashed into powder by the surging force before their bodies.

Thousands of miles of illusory world around, the stars are like jellyfish floating in the sea, turbulent and tearing apart.

Han Muye withstood the bone dragon's impact with one punch and another, biting.

Nothing fancy.

When the combat strength of the cultivation base reaches this level, various rules and forces have already been blessed in every blow.

Except for a few top-notch supernatural powers, top-notch treasure blessings, and other methods, the increase in combat power has been extremely small.

"boom--"

Han Muye's golden-armored general smashed down with a punch, and his body took half a step back.

Not being repelled, but adjusting a little.

It's just an evil dragon, how can it compete with the dragon crocodile known for its peak power?

Sure enough, when he took a step back and the energy and blood in his body surged again, the body of the bone dragon opposite him shook and slowly dissipated.

The dissipated bone dragon turned into a cold eight-foot-tall young man in a black robe.

The young man held a bone sword in his hand, the bones were dense, revealing an illusory aura.

Han Muye's figure paused, and he manifested his body again.

"You're quite interesting." Looking at Han Muye in front of him, Nielong showed a bit of curiosity.

"The dragon crocodile dared to refine its strength, and it has not turned back yet, which is also strange."

"I know what you're looking for here."

"If you can make ten moves under my Bone Sword, I will give you a chance."

The white bone long sword shook lightly, and a surging sword intent emerged from the edge of the sword.

The sound of the sword's chanting was permeated with the dragon's chanting, and the shadows of dragons and ghosts of divine beasts intertwined on the upper layers of the sword's edge.

This sword was actually forged from the spine of a divine beast.

But at this time, Han Muye's focus was not on the material of the sword, but on the sharp and fierce swordsmanship on the sword.

In addition to his own inheritance of swordsmanship, as well as the swordsmanship of Lu Yue Sword God, the sword intent on this evil dragon is actually the strongest.

It was his curiosity that a prehistoric overlord known for his spirit and illusion had such strength in the way of swordsmanship.

"The way of the sword." Han Muye whispered.

Nielong seemed a little proud of shocking Han Muye, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I see that one of your companions has a good level of swordsmanship. I think you are no stranger to swordsmanship." The white bone long sword pointed forward, and golden divine patterns lit up on the sword.

"I hope your strength won't make me regret taking out the sword."

As the words fell, the divine light on Nielong's body surged, and all his strength was poured into the long sword, and the sword's intent was directly aroused.

Thousands of bone-like dragons protruded from the long sword, turned into a roaring torrent, and rushed towards Han Muye.

This time, there is no grand scene of smashing the stars with every gesture of the hand, but each phantom of the bone dragon is a rule condensed by the artistic conception of a sword.

With these thousands of rules, not to mention smashing the stars, even smashing the universe covered with countless stars is enough.

A prehistoric overlord used his invincible swordsmanship to show the world's top combat power.

As far as Han Muye knows, the Sword God Lu Yue, who smashed the galaxy with the power of the sword, is such a strong person.

Of course, there is still a big gap between the sword in front of him and Lu Yue Sword God's sword.

Because from Han Muye's point of view, this evil dragon's sword practice is really not good.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a wicked dragon, the overlord of the prehistoric era, he wouldn't even bother to compete with him.

"Zheng—"

The sword edge resounded, and a cyan sword light appeared.

The instant the sword light appeared, Nielong's eyes froze, and a trace of astonishment appeared on his face.

On the opposite side, Han Muye also held a sword tightly in his hand, and then swung it lightly.

The sword light is not bright.

But this is not a bright sword light, but it has the power to make his soul a little turbulent.

This kind of power is the suppression in the way of swordsmanship.

Han Muye's swordsmanship is actually higher than that of the evil dragon!

How can this be!

The clear sword edge flickered, and every time it moved forward, it attracted the power of the void to gather.

After the sword edge flickered ten times, the world in front of him was only clear.

The sky and the earth are green.

All things become shadows.

This is a true sword intent that shatters the power of heaven and earth, as well as the rules of the void!

"Om—"

The clear sword light collided with the sword intent from the bone sword, and all the power between the heaven and the earth seemed to melt in an instant.

A flash of sword light washed away the clouds and dust.

All the bone power dissipated and returned to dust and smoke.

"Zheng—"

The clear sword light returned to heaven and earth.

But in the next moment, Nielong suddenly changed color.

Suddenly a clear sword flashed in the void in front of him, stabbing directly at his chest.

The sword light pierced through his robe and touched his chest, the icy cold seemed to pierce his chest.

Even though his body had already been condensed to the extreme, before this sword light, he still felt a tingling pain.

How long has it been since you felt this way?

Nielong raised his head, with a look of bewilderment on his face.

"There are really not many people in this world who dare to strike me with swords." There was a hint of melancholy in Han Muye's voice.

It's so cold at the heights, no one is worthy to draw a sword, and no one is qualified to draw a sword to oneself.

lonely.

Looking at Han Muye in front of him, Nie Long had the urge to step forward and tear him apart.

Shouldn't this expression belong to me?

"kill--"

An unspeakable anger surged up, Nielong let out a wild roar, and thrust out the sword again.

This time, he didn't activate the sword intent, but poured the sword intent into the sword body, the person followed the sword, and his figure appeared directly behind Han Muye.

Close combat.

This is because he is extremely confident in his own sword practice, so he makes such a choice.

Their level of power should have been fought across thousands of worlds, but this kind of close and direct confrontation is far more dangerous than fighting across the air.

"Zheng—"

When Nielong pierced Han Muye's vest with his sword, a beam of sword light blocked the sword.

"I'm curious, what kind of experience made you so confident in your swordsmanship." Han Muye whispered, the light of the sword in his hand twisted suddenly.

Jian Guang climbed onto the bone long sword, and with a pull, the long sword in Nielong's hand was pulled away.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, and a faint spiritual power poured into it.

He seldom contemplates the memory of the possessed.

But at this time, he was really curious. Nielong's swordsmanship was excellent, but it was really not good enough to face him head-on.

Not good enough to be so confident.

Who gave him the courage?

"How is it possible..." Looking at his empty right hand, Nielong muttered to himself.

His sword practice is so strong, how can anyone still take his sword?

The last person who took his sword was...

"Om—" The Bone Long Sword resounded.

Within the long sword, layers of memories appeared in Han Muye's mind.

Gory, scary.

Every time a divine beast is beheaded, a piece of its spine will be extracted and used to make swords.

This white bone sword was actually refined from the spines of nine hundred and ninety-nine divine beasts.

"You, you can see the imprint of my soul!" Nielong's face turned pale and his eyes widened.

Who is the top player who plays the soul?

In the world, in terms of the means used by the gods and souls, is there any existence that surpasses other evil dragons?

impossible!

Such creatures have not existed since ancient times.

He is a great power in the prehistoric world who uses the power of the soul to guide the reversal of space and achieve the overlord level.

How could someone surpass him in the movement of the soul!

No matter how surprised Nielong was, Han Muye had already seen what he wanted to see.

"Om—"

A ray of sword light cut out in his mind, his soul was shocked, he resisted the ray of sword light and annihilated it.

"Lu Yue Sword God?"

"You learned the way of swordsmanship from him?"

"He told you that you have surpassed him, and there is no need for him to stay in this universe?"

Han Muye showed a somewhat strange look on his face.

If he hadn't seen Lu Yue Sword God's kendo, and was also fighting Nielong at this time, he wouldn't have such an expression.

Can the evil dragon in front of him surpass Lu Yue Sword God?

In terms of combat power, Nielong is not inferior to Lu Yue Sword God.

But in terms of swordsmanship, Lu Yue Sword God can instantly kill countless evil dragons.

It's not a level at all.

Han Muye guessed that Lu Yue Sword God's swordsmanship cultivation had reached the level where one sword creates nothingness, and one sword destroys everything.

Exists only at the level of conjecture.

Just like the creation of creatures in the refining tool.

For a swordsman like Han Muye, Lu Yue Sword God's swordsmanship is the limit to pursue.

The level of Nielong Sword Dao in front of him is similar to that of Qin Suyang, strong enough, but not yet qualified to challenge Lu Yue Sword God.

"You recognize Lu Yue Sword God?" Nie Long was taken aback when he heard Han Muye's words.

"How many rounds can he walk in front of you?"

Seeing Nielong's expression, Han Muye shook his head slightly.

The guy in front of him was limped by Lu Yue Sword God.

It's just that with the strength of Lu Yue Sword God's cultivation base, why come to fool the evil dragon?

Han Muye frowned slightly, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

he thought.

"Lu Yue Sword God taught you the way of swordsmanship, what did he exchange with you?" Han Muye looked at Nielong and asked.

Nielong frowned. He wasn't going to answer, but he still said: "It's just a little bit of the origin of time and space."

Reverse time and space.

it is as expected.

Therefore, Lu Yue Sword God can travel through various voids and eras.

"How many time-reversing origins have been given to him?" Han Muye fixed his eyes on Nielong.

Nielong snorted coldly, and said in a low voice, "I want you to care—"

Before his voice fell, Han Muye had already stabbed out with a sword.

Nielong raised his hand, and the bone sword in Han Muye's hand melted into pieces and returned to his hand, then raised his hand to meet Han Muye's sword with a beam of sword light.

But at this moment, Han Muye's sword light exploded and condensed into a bright and cold light.

"Stab—"

Jian Guang directly smashed the long sword in Nielong's hand, and then pointed at his neck.

Fighting in close quarters, this sword light actually surpassed Nielong's imagination.

"Say." Han Muye's sword was icy cold.

Nielong's expression changed, and the bone sword in his hand reunited and turned into a bone hammer.

On the long hammer, a cold halo shone, and it fell towards Han Muye's long sword.

"boom--"

A green thunder light hit Han Muye's long sword, and the blade trembled and shattered suddenly.

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, and he shouted, "Yin Linglei!"

The thunder in the world is naturally the most rigid and the most yang.

Use the power of thunder to attract all living things.

This is the beginning of the endless power of heaven.

If many creatures want to improve their realm, they have to accept the bombardment of thunder, triggering the catastrophe of the power of heaven and earth.

Only Tianlei, which is as strong as it is yang, can make people's spirits accept refinement.

But there is also the kind of thunder that turns into femininity after being pure yang.

For example, the Yin Linglei mentioned by Han Muye.

This is a kind of thunder that even hardens to yin.

"Haha, I haven't used my housekeeping skills yet, the way of swordsmanship is just for me to play with." Nielong gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

The bone hammer in his hand continued to smash down, and green thunderbolts wrapped around Han Muye's body, and then condensed into chains.

play thunder?

In the prehistoric era, Kui Niu was indeed not as powerful as the Nielong who became the overlord.

But that kind of strength is at the level of strength, not the original supernatural power.

Compared with Yuanyuan's thunder supernatural power, how many groups can compare with the Kui Niu clan?

Seeing Lei Ting approaching him, Han Muye put away the long sword in his hand and pointed it out.

"boom--"

The golden thunder and the emerald thunder light intertwine, and the thunder shines with brilliance for thousands of miles!

When the two bright lightnings collided, both Han Muye and Nie Long were blown away involuntarily, and their bodies smashed into layers of space.

Han Muye was in the void, his eyes flashed with divine light.

It turns out that the collision of the most yang sky thunder and the most yin spiritual thunder can produce such a magnificent force.

Maybe the Thunder in his hands can be improved to be stronger?

With a movement of his body, he was ready to return to the void in front of him.

But at this moment, his face suddenly darkened.

Around the Nielong who was also knocked into the air, three figures quietly flew down.

The three figures were all four-armed, with hideous faces.

Super first-grade sky monster!

These three bodies are all transformed by super first-grade sky monsters!

Han Muye turned his head slowly. Behind him, the same super first-grade sky monster stood quietly.

"boom--"

The three sky monsters in front had already made their moves, and Fenghan's saber arms chopped off.

The thunder light and the sword edge in Nielong's hand swung, but he couldn't stop the light of the sword at all.

His body was cut off directly, and then gathered not far away.

The bodies of the three sky monsters followed closely behind, pressing down on the evil dragon with the arms in their hands, turning into golden rays of light, condensing into a cage.

The body of the evil dragon is pressed in it.

"Boy, I gave him half of the power to reverse the void on my body. He can reverse the world and travel through ten thousand worlds at least ten times." The roar of the evil dragon came.

"The forces behind the Sky Monster Beast are extremely powerful. They were able to wipe out the galaxy universe back then. You can't stop it."

"Let's go."

There was an uncontrollable mania in Nielong's voice.

The power to destroy the galaxy universe?

Give half of your origin to Lu Yue Sword God?

No wonder the evil dragon at this time does not have the strength that the ancient prehistoric overlord should have.

"I'm curious, where are you taking him?" Han Muye whispered, and with a movement, he rushed forward.

Behind him, the super first-grade sky demon beast followed closely, and cut off the four arms of the sword.

"Get out." Han Muye yelled, turned around and stabbed out with his sword.

"when--"

With the power of this sword, he moved faster.

The super first-grade sky monster chasing behind roared, its figure tore through the space, and hurriedly chased after it.

"Boy, go quickly, the super first-grade sky monster already has the combat power of the prehistoric overlord, you can't stop it."

The evil dragon locked in the cage shouted.

Han Muye turned around abruptly without changing his expression, raised his hand, and there was a sword light in his palm.

"Please baby, turn around."