Max-Level Comprehension – Sixty Years of Sword Watch

2022-04-07

Chapter 187 Han Muye one person one sword, Old Six Huang enchanted (13)

brother.

Hang Muye’s eyes shone brightly, and his white temples fluttered in the wind.

I spent five days and four nights without sleep, spent five sword intents, and ran for 180,000 miles, not just because I could see Old Six Huang alive today and hear him call “brother”!

At this moment, he only felt that his whole body was transparent, as if the world in front of him had become colorful.

Looking to the distant sky, Han Muye has a clear comprehension in his heart.

If you want something in your heart, you can get the great way.

Cultivation, swordsmanship, just for this breath of fresh air!

“Boom—”

As Old Six Huang slashed down with a sword, the fog shrouded in the mountains and forests slowly began to dissipate.

The Formation is broken.

In the fog, those cultivators who were already desperate all rushed out.

The Red Armored Soldiers are not as many as they imagined. Although their battle strength is tyrannical, they cannot stop tens of thousands of cultivators.

The red armored soldiers scattered in the mountains and forests were ready to form an army formation. Before they could gather, they were knocked apart and scattered.

“courting death——”

The old man angry roar wearing black armor holding a long spear, the shadows of demonic bulls rose around him.

The long spear in his hand turned into a black streamer, knocking back those fleeing Earth Stages again.

Strong.

Extremely strong.

At least Golden Core Realm 5th layer or above.

But the Earth Stage didn’t fight him at all, and ran away.

You can survive by escaping the mountains and joining forces with the Southern Desolate reinforcements.

Standing on the top of the tree, Tang Chi stared at Han Muye.

He never imagined that Old Six Huang would break the fog of Formation.

This Formation is Central Plains inheritance, it is used to kill enemies in Scarlet Flame Troops, and no one should be able to break the Western Border.

He didn’t expect Han Muye to come at this time.

In the Nine Mysteries Mountain great hall, Sect Master Jin Ze appointed him Tang Chi to take charge of this support army, Han Muye should not be here.

All his plots against the sect were flawless, all the people betraying the sect were killed, the blood sacrifice smelted the cloud nest and sealed the town, breaking the Heaven and Earth Channel.

Scarlet Flame Troops Those rebels have left Western Border and have nothing to do with him.

Before Heaven and Earth Channel, the Western Border Southern Desolate Peak powerhouse was closed, and the war was negotiated.

All merits are attributed to him Tang Chi.

But.

“Boom—”

In the distance, the rumbling sounds in the direction of Fengshou Mountain are getting denser and closer.

The Southern Desolate army is coming.

Before the arrival of the Southern Desolate army, the place was in a mess, and his reputation was ruined.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this!

“Han Muye, it turns out that it was you who really betrayed the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect.” A faint sword intent rose on Tang Chi.

Earth Stage Awakening Spirit cultivation base, condensing sword intent.

He Tangchi is not only good at plot against, but also has real battle strength.

Nine Mysteries Sword Sect The second in succession depends on strength.

The long sword is unsheathed, and the sword edge is cold.

“Han Muye, you want to help these betraying the sect leave.”

“You are a traitor to the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect!”

Holding The long sword, Tang Chi’s body flashed, had already landed three feet in front of Han Muye, and the long sword fiercely stabbed out.

sword light is fast, with a shrill scream.

Spiritual Qi within a radius of ten feet was sucked up by the sword light, turned into a sword glow, and pierced Han Muye’s chest.

This sword has condensed the sword intent.

These sharp edges make Heaven and Earth change color!

Looking back from a distance, Han Muye has an air of indifference.

Turning his head, he looked towards Tang Chi’s sharp long sword.

“The sword technique of wood veins?”

With the same expression, Han Muye shook his head and said indifferently: “I thought you would use the sword technique of Scarlet Flame Troops.”

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Scarlet Flame Troops!

Han Muye Meets the Scarlet Flame Troops!

Tang Chi was shocked, and the sword light made a three-pointer.

Everything he hides must never be known!

The sword roars, the azure light shines, and the wind becomes a line.

Tang Chi’s sword technique has reached the point where he condenses sword qi into sword silk, and moves freely between dimensions.

What a tyrannical sword cultivator.

In the distance, the cultivators who came along were relieved.

It turns out that this is the strength of the elites of the younger generation of the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect.

Sword techniques like these can go beyond the ranks!

Han Muye looked indifferent, looked at the sword light of killing intent Ling Ran in front of him, and raised his hand slightly.

On the Azure Abyss sword, the sword intent lingered.

A splash of water splashed with coolness.

But this is not a real splash, every clear drop of water is a sword qi that can kill people.

Tang Chi’s sword glow hit the water splash and was wrapped in it.

The clouds are steaming and foggy!

The clash of two sword intents dashed out of the clouds!

A layer of heavy water light rushed into the sky, stacked with clouds, turned into a cloud dragon, and crashed down.

The sword glow that Tang Chi stabbed was already difficult to support. At this time, it was hit by Yunlong, tumbling and then dissipating.

The splash of water rolled back, and then turned into a bright star, pressing down on Tang Chi.

“Shuiyuetian?”

Tang Chi was a little stunned.

This style sword technique is the sword technique of the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect water veins.

Isn’t Han Muye the Sword Pavilion guard?

How could he know the sword technique of water pulse?

Could it be that Zhang Zhihe, the Supreme Elder of the water vein, has a master and disciple relationship with Han Muye?

No wonder Zhang Zhihe was reluctant to teach his sword technique back then.

Just when the water came, Tang Chi thought very far.

He’s used to finding the truth behind the facts.

“Boom—”

The water light hit the sword light that Tang Chi gathered again.

The spray dissipated, and Tang Chi was knocked out of the hundred zhang.

He looked pale and looked at Han Muye.

He is the second in line, Earth Stage powerhouse.

He is confident that among his peers at Western Border, those who can surpass him in sword technique cultivation base are only a handful.

It was Li San, and he looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.

Just a sword madman.

Western Border’s mind, cultivation base and sword technique are all comparable to him, and very few.

Until now, Tang Chi has only one goal.

Be the Sect Master of the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect and lead the sect to prosperous.

Even Sect Master Jin Ze, he felt a little less courageous.

So this time Tang Chi did not hesitate to take advantage of the Scarlet Flame Troops rebels.

He wants to fight and let the whole Western Border know his prestige.

But, now, he can’t even take Han Muye’s sword!

In front of the Sword Pavilion swordwatch, the long sword in his hand revealed sword intent, and his body had a sharp edge that he dared not look directly at.

A swordwatch is so strong!

Han Muye pointed the Azure Abyss sword diagonally, and said indifferently: “There is no fighting intent in the heart, there is no god in the sword, Tang Er, you are also worthy of being a sword cultivator.”

I thought that Second, the scheming Tang Chi is a whore.

merely this .

Han Muye felt a trace of loss in his heart.

No fighting intent, no god in the sword?

Tang Chi complexion pale, the hand holding the sword trembled.

Could it be that in front of Han Muye, he was so unable to withstand a single blow?

Below, countless cultivators widened their eyes.

Just now, did Tang Chi lose?

Nine Mysteries Sword Sect Heaven’s Chosen The character, who is in the middle of the younger generation, is defeated like this?

A sword!

Who is that person?

“Boom–“

one after another silhouette fled.

The Western Border cultivator stationed at Fengshou Mountain was on the run.

The front line of Fengshou Mountain was defeated.

Farther away, billowing demon clouds swept across, filling the entire sky.

The tyrannical aura that seems to have come from eternity traverses Heaven and Earth!

The Southern Desolate Great Demon!

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and the sword light flew into the void with a thousand zhang streamer.

Sword in hand, blood boils!

What’s the point of defeating a trifling Tang Chi?

If you want to fight, fight the Southern Desolate powerhouse to protect the peace of the Western Border!

This is the sword cultivator!

Above Han Muye’s head, the soaring sword light turned into a dazzling star.

At this moment, between Heaven and Earth, within a hundred miles, no force can compete with this sword light!

“Om——”

Thousand zhang’s sword light, on the mountain ridge, draws a sword mark as deep as 30 feet!

“Reform the line.”

“Southern Desolate Monster Race who crosses this line, kill.”

“Western Border cultivator dares to cross the line. Kill.”

The voice was cold and cold like a sword edge.

Han Muye’s sword shines brightly.

The Western Border cultivator, who had already fled behind the sword mark, turned around and looked towards Han Muye who was standing in the sky.

No one spoke.

They walked to the sword mark on their own and formed a battle formation.

Escape?

Where can I escape?

Beyond thousand zhang, those Southern Desolate Great Demons stopped the demon cloud.

The sword light just now was too beneficial, so they had to deal with it carefully.

At the edge of the mountain forest, I saw the Monster Race army swarming, rebellious everyone with a look of joy, but also stopped at this time.

The sword light was in front of them, so they didn’t dare to go over half a step.

Han Muye one person one sword, standing in the air.

In front of him is the Southern Desolate Great Demon.

Below, the defeated Western Border troops began to assemble.

Behind, those betting the sect slowly gathered, but did not dare to move forward.

At the edge of the forest, the Old Six Huang long sword lifted up, turned around, and looked towards Daoist Fengxu.

His sword showed a strange halo.

“Give you the last chance, let go of Ping Mei.”

Daoist Fengxu looked towards the Southern Desolate Monster Race in the distance, and saw more and more gathering all around The rebel cultivator.

He hesitated.

Old Six Huang at the moment gives him a feeling that a volcano is about to erupt.

“Release?” An old man in a black robe laughed, raised his hand and patted it on the top of Lu Qingping’s head.

Lu Qingping stared at Old Six Huang with a smile on his face and closed his eyes gently.

The moment she closed her eyes, the originally suppressed power in Old Six Huang’s eyes burst out!

The demonic energy soaring into the sky turns into a Black Dragon, roaring towards the sky, chanting to the sky!

Old Six Huang’s golden aura is intertwined with the jet-black magic flame, turning into a strange brilliance.

“You want to kill her?”

Old Six Huang’s voice seemed to come from the ground, with a chill to the bone.

The long sword in his hand revealed the gray-black brilliance of hard to describe.

“Stab–“

The long sword is countless times faster than the palm of the black robed old man, and it is cut down with one sword.

The black robed old man figure stopped , then collapsed and turned into powder.

“Enchanted!”

In the distance, the old man in black armor holding a long spear widened his eyes and trembled.

“How could it be possible, Tianxuan’s demonic path inheritance, there is no way to get into magic…”

He wanted to go forward, but hesitated, and finally, quietly retreated to the edge of the forest , to hide the figure.

Daoist Fengxu was stared at by Old Six Huang, feeling that every inch of his body would be crushed.

He turned pale and stepped back.

Old Six Huang walked forward step by step, holding the sword in his hand.

When Lu Qingping opened his eyes, there was only Old Six Huang with a pale complexion and missing teeth.

Lu Qingping raised his hands locked by rune and wanted to touch Old Six Huang.

Old Six Huang laughed and took a step back.

On him, the demonic flames that had been suppressed so much rose up again.

“Om—”

A trace of blood energy appeared in Old Six Huang’s eyes.

“Brother Zhenxiong.”

Lu Qingping called out, and Old Six Huang’s eyes instantly became clear.

“hehe, Sister Ping, I’m here.”

Old Six Huang stretched out his hand, his palm trembling, and finally took Lu Qingping’s palm.

He released his sword.

The long sword fell to the ground, turning into Gao Xiaoxuan in a white robe and holding a little white fox.

“You are the sixth sister-in-law?”

Gao Xiaoxuan stepped forward, circled Lu Qingping a few times, and underestimated: “I’m still the sixth sister-in-law, what’s so delicious? , to keep Sixth Brother running so desperately.”

(End of this chapter)