Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"boom--"

Between heaven and earth, clouds gather and disperse.

The divine light on the Golden Armored General's body exploded, as if he wanted to directly engulf the surrounding world.

The pinnacle of the fairyland!

This kind of power is no longer something ordinary practitioners can resist.

Standing in front of Han Muye, Guo Lang and Gu Chengming glanced at each other, shrinking back.

Zhao Minghe and the others also had serious expressions on their faces, and tightened the sword array to protect Han Muye who was standing in the middle.

"Hmph, people outside the realm are always wicked." Phantoms of the Taoist of Xu Jue's lineage appeared around him.

Some of these phantoms are holding long spears, some are holding long swords tightly, and some are bending a long bow into a full moon.

These phantoms are solid, and they are actually war puppets.

When Han Muye left the Hulingxu Realm, he left the War Puppet inheritance to Xu Jue, but he didn't expect him to have studied it thoroughly.

This Xu Jue's talent for refining is really extraordinary.

Although these war puppets are not powerful, they are still immortal.

With so many war puppets around, the faces of those golden-armored generals around them were a little gloomy.

The general snorted coldly, no longer hesitated, raised his hand, and the battle formation behind him seemed to be rushed by the tide.

Those war puppets standing in front rushed out directly, and the weapons in their hands danced, causing the void around them to explode.

"boom--"

The force of the impact was like waves churning, and countless figures kept interlacing.

Guo Lang and Gu Chengming held the long swords and shielded their fronts.

Ten miles away, the strong Mo Chu from the Immortal Realm could only retreat.

Han Muye cast his eyes forward.

At this time, Mu Wan, or Princess Mo Yue's figure had already disappeared in the crowd.

Get together, leave.

If I was really an ordinary person, this side, it would be farewell, right?

Watching the battle in front of him getting more intense, and the tide-like battle array constantly rushing towards him, Han Muye's eyes revealed a chill like the bottom of an ancient well.

Shenyuan Tiangong has done too much.

"boom--"

A battle puppet was crushed before the battle.

The disciple of Lingxiao Tiangong turned pale and took a step back.

"Surrender, or perish." The golden-armored general holding a long spear pointed his long spear forward, and the condensed and tyrannical fighting spirit gushed out directly.

All the fighting spirit combined with the strength of the battle array behind him, turning into a golden tiger.

The tiger swooped down and smashed those war puppets into pieces.

The disciples of Lingxiao Tiangong softened and retreated backwards.

Can't stop.

Whether it was Mo Chu's strong man in the fairyland, or Gu Chengming and Zhao Minghe standing in front of Han Muye, they all had extremely serious expressions.

Even the strong men of Lingxiao Tiangong can't resist these golden armor battle formations, so in today's situation, defeat is a foregone conclusion.

"Surrender or perish?" At this moment, a voice sounded.

"Shenyuan Tiangong has really been the overlord of the gods for a long time, and he doesn't even know how much he weighs."

After the voice fell, Han Muye walked forward with his sword in hand, and stepped out.

One step at a time, he waved the sword in his hand lightly.

"boom--"

The ten thousand zhang sword light shone and turned into a collapsed snow mountain, rolling down.

This is a sword of his accumulated strength, combining his own swordsmanship with the power of heaven and earth, saving thousands of miles, just for the power of this sword.

At the beginning of Jianguang, it was just a mountain peak collapsing, like a snow mountain rolling forward, and in the next moment, it was already as magnificent as the collapse of the sky and the earth, condensing into a skylight that smashed down.

Before this magnificent and powerful force, no one can resist it, no one dares to resist it.

"boom--"

The golden-armored battle formation was instantly reduced to nothingness by this blow.

Countless spirits scattered.

The bodies of the golden-armored warriors before the battle were all shattered, leaving only a dim spirit flying around.

"You, who are you!"

There was anger and fear in that spirit.

Obviously, the strong man who killed everyone with the sword in front of him is a person outside the realm.

Outsiders dare to oppose Shenyuan Tiangong, isn't this courting death?

"Since you know that I am from the Heavenly Palace, you still dare to make a move, you really don't know how to live or die!"

The phantom was about to dissipate, but at this moment his gaze was fixed on Han Muye, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Go back and report, I will go to Shenyuan Tiangong." Han Muye's voice sounded, turning the divine light in the phantom's eyes into astonishment.

Surrounding him, the light of the divine soul dissipated like fireworks, and a lot of energy and blood power dissipated.

Between heaven and earth, the roaring sound shook.

This is a time when too much original power was impacted, causing the world to feel it.

"Senior Brother Han, it turns out that he is so strong..."

Looking at Han Muye standing with a sword in his hand, Zhao Minghe whispered, with luck and disappointment on his face.

I still protect him all the way, Senior Brother Han is so strong that he needs to protect himself?

Ahead, Gu Chengming turned to look at Guo Lang.

"Did you know earlier?"

This made Guo Lang grin.

But he didn't speak, and he didn't have time to argue with Gu Chengming.

The artistic conception contained in Han Muye's sword just now is very consistent with his sword intent.

With the condensed sword intent, he can definitely go one step further.

He could feel that Senior Tianjian deliberately displayed this sword intent to guide him the way forward.

"This is, the way of the sword..." The disciple of Lingxiao Tiangong stood up, looked around, and murmured.

His eyes fell on Han Muye, his eyes widened suddenly, and his whole body trembled.

Han Muye turned to look at him.

With this look, the disciple couldn't stand anymore, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees.

In the distance, the immortal who was protecting the descendants of the Mo Chu royal family behind him had a turbulent aura, and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

He didn't dare to think about who could make the disciples of Lingxiao Tiangong bow down to the ground at a glance.

Are there really such people in the world?

Even the few top experts in the sword pool don't have such qualifications, right?

Watching Han Muye walk forward slowly, the face of the strong man in the fairyland changed, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

"I think you are very familiar."

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind Human Immortal Realm.

Princess Moyue.

familiar?

How can it be?

Princess Mo Yue has never left Mo Chu since she was born.

A gleam of light flashed in that person's fairyland eyes.

There is only one possibility.

This princess, who was born with extraordinary talents and possessed infinite family affinity, was born from an outsider.

There was such a guess among the royal family before, but because various inspections did not perceive it, and coupled with the turmoil, the matter was left alone.

"Of course I'm familiar with it." Han Muye walked forward slowly with a smile on his face.

Although there was neither coercion nor any evil spirit on him, those Mo Chu people standing in front still unknowingly moved away.

Even that person from Wonderland hesitated for a moment and took a step back.

Han Muye looked at Princess Moyue in front of him.

The body that has been entrusted by this trace of soul is still wooden and wan.

But maybe Mu Wan did it on purpose, at this time the soul was not fully awake, and did not show the imprint in the memory.

So looking at Han Muye, there was still a trace of confusion.

"You are my junior sister."

Han Muye stepped forward and spoke softly.

"Junior Sister..." Princess Mo Yue nodded, her face still blank.

"No wonder, I feel very familiar with you."

"When you come, I feel at ease."

Princess Mo Yue's words made the faces of the surrounding Mo Chu people change.

Especially the Mo Chu royal family's enshrined, human and fairyland powerhouse, his eyes fell on Han Muye.

The familiarity that Princess Moyue said came from the induction in the soul.

It seems that this princess is really the soul of a strong man from outside the world.

That being the case, is it possible to borrow the power of the princess and the strong sword pool in front of me?

"Hehe, since we are a family, the old man can rest assured."

"Everyone, this place is not safe yet, it is not a place to stay for a long time."

Although the old man was speaking for everyone to hear, his eyes were only on Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded, turned around and looked into the distance.

Where the water and the sky meet, there are layers of waves surging.

Over there, there is a strong man from the Linglongxu Realm flying towards him.

Shenyuan Tiangong's plan was thwarted this time, and the other party must be unwilling to come.

"Let's go."

Han Muye turned his head to look at the Lingxiao Tiangong disciple who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Take us to Lingxiao Tiangong."

Go to Lingxiao Tiangong!

Hearing Han Muye's words, everyone showed joy on their faces.

In the entire Hulingxu world, where is the strongest and most suitable for cultivation?

Of course it is Lingxiao Tiangong.

Whether it is Xuan Qin or Mo Chu, or the powerhouse of Tian Tang, the final destination is Lingxiao Tiangong.

Among the disciples of Jianchi, only the truly strong among them will be qualified to practice in the Heavenly Palace in the end.

Among the people present, who doesn't want to step into the Heavenly Palace one day?

But, can you enter the Heavenly Palace just by saying a word from the person in front of you?

Everyone turned to look at the Tiangong disciple who got up slowly.

"The disciple obeyed."

That Tiangong disciple bowed to Han Muye, then took a humble step back with a look of reverence on his face.

He raised his hand and threw out a long shuttle-shaped flying boat, on which there were interlaced spirit patterns.

The flying boat was ten feet long and was suspended in mid-air.

After a while, everyone boarded the flying boat and fled away.

When the distant waves came, and dozens of powerful men with heavy auras and shining fairy lights flew down, there was no sign of Mo Chu on the island.

"Hmph, it's not that easy to escape."

"Pass on the order of the deity, dispatch the army, and besiege Lingxiao Tiangong."

"The small Huling Ruins Realm, if it wasn't for its refinement inheritance, I, Shenyuan Tiangong, would have destroyed it long ago."

With one order, countless armors marched forward with drums and waves, arousing tens of thousands of waves.

For a moment, the heaven and the earth collided with celestial light and blood, causing turmoil.

The few figures in the front escaped extremely fast, and they could cover hundreds of miles in one breath.

Although the flying boat in front was also fast, it was still caught up after half a day.

"Senior, this disciple is going to stop the enemy." The disciple of Lingxiao Tiangong who was driving the flying boat turned his head to look behind him, with a resolute expression on his face.

He knew Han Muye's identity.

In such a situation, of course you have to take action.

Zhao Minghe and others also stood up.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, he glanced at Princess Mo Yue beside him, and shook his head: "No need."

"Xu Jue and Luo Kun will handle it."

Xu Jue?

Luo Kun?

Those are Master Xu Jue and Master Luo Kun!

These two are the strongest people in the Hulingxu world, the kings of the entire Hulingxu world!

Who dares to call him by his first name?

Everyone on the flying boat was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously looking at the Lingxiao Tiangong disciple who was controlling the flying boat.

Don't you turn your back on this?

Seeing the expression of this Lingxiao Tiangong disciple named Qin Zhaolin, everyone was even more stunned.

At this time, Qin Zhaolin not only did not turn his face, but instead had an expression of relief and taking it for granted.

"boom--"

In the distance, a boom and crack resounded.

A golden-armored general flew down, and with a punch, the water curtain between the sky and the earth rose into the sky.

"The guardian god of Lingxiao Tiangong!"

An exclamation came from above the flying boat.

Following the appearance of the god, a figure flew down.

Countless cultivators from Soaring Heavenly Palace's auras were extremely dignified, and they controlled the fairy light to surround the flying boat.

Everyone who came here has a cultivation level not inferior to that of Qin Zhaolin.

"kill."

Above the sky, there was a long drink.

A golden ten thousand zhang long sword slashed down directly, causing the water waves in the land of thousands of miles to surge into the sky.

When the sword was cut down, the entire East China Sea was shaken for a hundred thousand miles, and the wind and clouds for a million miles were turbulent.

The golden-armored army formation that was chasing them collapsed directly under this sword.

The faces of those who were in front of the fairyland, even the heavenly fairyland, and the half-step golden immortal who was in the lead had expressions of panic on their faces.

They shot with all their strength, blocking a golden barrier in front of them.

It's a pity that this barrier can only withstand a ten-thousandth breath of Jianguang, and it has already collapsed and turned into powder.

The bodies of those strong men also turned into nothingness under this sword.

Dao Dao soul scattered.

"boom--"

The sky is shining, and the thunder is intertwined.

The power of countless powerful souls returned to the heaven and the earth, motivating the heaven and the earth to feed back, and the aura was like a tide.

The figure with the sword in the air flickered and landed on the flying boat.

The practitioners on the flying boat all stared wide-eyed and trembled all over.

"Lord Luo Kun..."

"It's the Emperor of Heaven!"

There is only one person in the entire Tiger Spirit Realm who can do this kind of sword that shatters the world, and that is the Lord of Xuanqin, Emperor Luo Kun.

It's just that Luo Kun looked at Han Muye with a solemn expression at this time, and stepped forward step by step.

Half a foot in front of Han Muye, wearing half armor and holding a long sword, Luo Kun slowly knelt down on one knee.

On the other side, a businessman in a green robe fell with excitement on his face.

"Disciple Luo Kun, pay homage to Master Han."

"Master."

Lord Luo Kun.

Great Master Xu Jue.

These two top experts in the Hulingxu world actually bowed and knelt down, addressing them as masters.

Who is their master?

"Heavenly Sword..."

Zhao Minghe turned his head and murmured.

Venerable Heavenly Sword.

Patriarch of Jianchi, Venerable of Heavenly Sword.

On the flying boat, there was silence.

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and said, "You guys have done a good job these years."

well done.

This sentence said that both Xu Jue and Luo Kun could not restrain their joy on their faces.

This sentence is the greatest affirmation for them.

All the hard work over the years has been worth it!

"boom--"

In the distance, a monstrous battleship is flying towards.

The battleship is ten thousand feet long, and golden light shines from it.

Thousands of miles away, there was a divine light gathering on the battleship, condensing into a golden beam of light.

Luo Kun and Xu Jue, who stood up, had serious expressions on their faces.

"Master, this is the Futian battleship of Linglong Realm, and it is a powerful battle tool that can display the combat power of the immortal king."

"This kind of treasure should not have appeared here."

Xu Jue stretched out his hand, and a golden armored general stood in front of the flying boat.

"Brother Luo, you take Shizun and they go first."

Even with the strength of Xu Jue and Luo Kun, they must be careful when facing this warship.

Luo Kun nodded, then turned to look at Han Muye.

"Walk?"

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, with a deep divine light in his eyes: "I am interested in the battleship of Shenyuan Tiangong."

He waved his hand, and a war puppet flew down.

The prehistoric war puppet.