Max-Level Comprehension – Sixty Years of Sword Watch

2022-04-07

Chapter 188 Title: sword dao Exiled Immortal (23)

Old Six Huang glanced at Gao Xiaoxuan, before speaking, far away There was a roar like a landslide and a tsunami.

The entire Fengshou Mountain line, endless demon light will cover Heaven and Earth.

The vast and solemn blood-colored halo made people tremble in their hearts.

The aura and sword light belonging to the Human Race cultivator are slowly disappearing.

Failed.

The Fengshoushan position was completely lost.

“Western Border various sects, retreat to Cloud Nest Ridge.”

In the void, a voice rolled in.

one after another Aura converges in the direction of Yunchao Ridge.

The surging Monster Qi follow closely from behind.

It was a pursuit that bordered on carnage.

Han Muye body moved, rushed forward out of thousands zhang.

On the ground below, the scars of the sword he cut off are especially prominent.

The retreating cultivators and Han Muye passed by with fearful expressions on their faces.

After rushing to the rear, he slowly stopped, turned around, gathered behind the sword marks, and reorganized a new position.

Dozens of Monster Race silhouettes flashed towards Han Muye.

They have all seen Han Muye’s sword just now.

Very strong.

So what?

Southern Desolate Monster Race, can you really be blocked by a sword?

It’s just a little sword repair, not the Western Border first sword cultivator Tu Sunshi.

The wolf clan.

The Tiger Clan.

The Black Panthers.

The Great Demon rushing towards Han Muye is momentum is big, power is deep, speed to the pinnacle.

“Nineteen be careful!”

Below, someone shouted.

There are also several silhouettes rushing towards the Great Demon on the opposite side.

These people are all elites in the front line of Fengshou Mountain.

Han Muye saw the silhouettes of these people more than once from the swords that were sent back to the Sword Pavilion.

These people, some of them have their own names.

For example, Li San is a sword drifter.

The one who swayed the icy aura should be Luo Xiaoyu from Frozen World.

Even Lu Shi has the title of fighting tigers.

Han Muye casts his gaze forward and raises the Azure Abyss sword in his hand.

Do you need a name for yourself?

“Om—”

Within ten feet, the sword light condensed into thousands of meteors and exploded in all directions.

Nine Mysteries Sword Sect Golden Vein Three Mysteries Sword Technique, Star Shower.

With the power of thousands of Metal Elements, it can be transformed into stars, and with the sharp power of Metal Elements, it can cut Meridian Opening.

“Good sword technique!”

Below, there is a clear and enthusiastic voice.

Those Great Demons rushing towards Han Muye set up demon lights, some wielded swords and weapons, and some stirred up their blood and tried to block the sword light.

Just, I can’t stop it.

“It’s a stab—”

The sword light swept across, bringing up a puff of blood.

The sword marks take a picture, and the sword light penetrates the air.

At least ten Earth Stage Great Demons were torn to shreds like sword light like a shooting star.

“Om—”

between Heaven and Earth, the sound of swords resounded.

This is the sword cultivator!

Han Muye lowered his head and looked at the Azure Abyss sword in his palm.

The ordinary Azure Abyss sword, at this moment, seems to have its own thoughts.

This sword seems to be calling.

Desire.

Desire to kill.

Aren’t swords made for killing?

Han Muye’s sword light rises.

The Azure Abyss sword also trembled slightly, as if responding.

Within ten thousand zhang, no one is not surprised by this sword.

This kind of sharp sword light, on Fengshou Mountain, is that sword floating, I am afraid it may not be able to come out.

“Who is this person?”

Someone whispered.

“It seems that he is from the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect.”

“Nine Mysteries Sword Sect? Is he that Tang Er? The temperament strategy is poor, this sword technique is really extraordinary.”

It’s being talked about everywhere that Han Muye doesn’t take seriously.

He stood there, savoring the previous sword.

His sword technique has been cultivation base do as one pleases, sending and receiving from the heart.

There are very few that can see through the sword move just now.

In the distance, Tang Chi, who was standing on the cliff with a sword, had an unsightly expression on his face.

If Han Muye had fought against him with sword techniques like this before, he would have lost his life with one sword, let alone one sword.

Is it so much worse than Han Muye?

Han Muye slashed the digital Great Demons who rushed forward with one sword, but he still felt unsatisfied.

He could feel the sword intent on his body boiling.

Sword intent, which is condensed by killing intent, can’t be killed, what’s the use of sword intent?

He knew that he was influenced by the sword intent in Qi Sea.

After all, the sword intent condensed in his Qi Sea is far beyond the limit that his body can bear, depleting the essence of life all the time.

But, so what?

Squinting his eyes, his mind seemed to leave his body, looking down at his body and slowly walking forward in the void.

At his feet, there are azure lotus flowers that sword qi has transformed into.

The sword lotus is born step by step, and one step kills one!

Every sword qi lotus flower that he stepped on was scattered as sword light, thinking about lasing away ahead.

Step by step, sword light is like a shadow.

“This is really a sword dao exiled…”

Below, someone looked at the sword light around the silhouette and spoke lowly.

“sword dao exiled?”

“This name is fine.”

Someone called out softly.

“Cangji——”

Han Muye raised the Azure Abyss long sword with his left hand forward, and pulled out the purple short sword in the sword box with his right hand.

Purple Flame.

One blue and one purple, one long and one short.

There are not many sword cultivators in the world who practice double swords.

As Han Muye has two swords in hand, sword light is rarely intertwined.

No one knows whether he started with Shuangjian at this time, whether he really practiced the Shuangjian sword technique, or whether it was just a preparation.

Ahead, among the Monster Race army, several dignified figures rushed out.

Those Earth Stage Meridian Opening experts were killed by Han Muye just now, which greatly affected the morale of the Monster Race army.

At this time, the seven figures are different, but the imposing manner can also rush out the Great Demon of the town.

Awakening Spirit.

Awakening Spirit Realm is an important stage in Monster Race’s Cultivation method.

Because once Monster Race reaches Awakening Spirit and opens its own Divine Repository, it will be able to undertake bloodline strength of Inheritance.

Those mysterious Bloodline Power from the Wilderness, more or less, will give these Monster Race powerhouse battle strength bonuses.

I was lucky enough to be able to soar into the sky with Awakening Spirit.

“Roar—”

The one who rushed to Han Muye first was a middle-aged man who turned into a black tiger in mid-air.

In the form of a 30-foot-long tiger with blood energy condensed into wings, the speed of this black tiger is speed to the pinnacle, and its claws grab directly to the top of Han Muye’s head.

The one with the same speed as the black tiger, or even a line faster, is a thin young man with illusory wings behind him.

This youth is just body flashed and has appeared behind Han Muye.

“Black Tiger Sha and Breeze Black Bat!”

An exclamation came from behind Han Muye.

Can I have a name?

It seems that it is also an expert in Monster Race.

Han Muye turned his gaze forward, and the black tiger’s claws were already in front of him.

There is no sound behind him, and Azure’s dagger stabs at his neck.

Quick.

The black tiger is faster, and the dagger of the skinny youth is faster.

The two Great Demons seem to be getting ahead of the other.

Around, the Human Race cultivator sighed, shouted, exclaimed, and screamed with swords.

The Azure Abyss sword in the palm of Han Muye’s mind, hanging above his body, loosened.

It seems that he is deterred by the terror between life and death.

He held the right hand of the dagger and lowered it slightly.

No more resistance.

Also true.

Before two extremely powerful Monster Race experts, what is the difference between resisting and not resisting?

Seven Great Demons shot at the same time, and the Heihusha and Qingfeng Heibat were the first to succeed in the end.

The figures of the remaining five Great Demons paused slightly.

No need to rush.

“Stab—Om—”

A sword chant interrupted everyone’s thoughts.

That’s an azure sword light.

The sword light draws an arc, with a graceful streamer, like a crescent moon, passing in front of Heihusha’s neck.

A bloody crescent flies.

Fly free.

It brought up a shattered blood light.

Before everyone could understand where the blood light came from, another light sound came from beside Han Muye.

“Stab—la.”

This was the rapid stab of the dagger.

I don’t know when, Han Muye’s right hand dagger landed in his left hand, and then penetrated the rib of the Breeze Black Bat and went straight to the heart.

Han Muye slowly withdrew the short sword, and the Breeze Black Bat behind him raised the sword in his hand.

Unfortunately, all of his power was also withdrawn the moment Han Muye’s dagger was withdrawn from his body.

When his body fell to the dust, his eyes fell on the black tiger who fell one step earlier.

Doesn’t the Monster Race Ancient Supreme Expert say that when falling from the same height, the speed is the same regardless of the severity?

Could it be that the black tiger fell first?

In other words, you will last longer than that guy?

This is Qingfeng Heifu’s last mood.

“Om—”

When the Azure Abyss sword returned to Han Muye’s palm, the sword vibrated, cheering excitedly.

Spiritual Artifact.

A true Spiritual Artifact, with spirit in the sword.

After obtaining the Great Monster God Soul Bloodline Power sacrifice, this long sword given to him by Mo Yuan finally turned into a real Spiritual Artifact, with his own sword spirit.

“That is, the crescent moon sword technique, right?”

“It is the sword technique of the Moon Flower Sword Sect, how is it so powerful.”

A lot of swords The technique expert knows the arc of Han Azure Abyss when the sword flies out.

It’s just that no one knows what sword technique he uses with Purple Flame.

A melee sword is invincible.

Reverse, left hand, down.

The two swords are back in hand, Azure Abyss is on the right, Purple Flame is on the left.

Han Muye stood in front of countless Great Demons alone.

Stopping their bodies, the five Great Demons who didn’t rush in front of Han Muye showed fear and did not dare to move forward.

If it was them who rushed past just now, I am afraid they have fallen into the dust now.

This sword technique is amazing!

Monster Race is a bit more violent, but it’s not a deadly fool.

This is the sword cultivator.

Double swords volleyed into the sky, no one dared to take half a step over the thunder pool.

sword dao Cultivation, shouldn’t it be so happy and grudge?

Around ten miles, it is quiet.

Only the breeze brushed the edge of the long sword sword in Han Muye’s hand, bringing out a tingling sound.

“Boom–“

Above the sky in the distance, there was a demonic black cloud that turned into a hundred zhang tiger claw and fell instantly.

Han Muye, who was standing still in the air, was locked by an overwhelming invisible force, unable to escape.

The Monster Race Peak powerhouse is out!

With this coercion, at least the Core Formation 8th layer!

With such a powerhouse, it is actually disregarding the face and shooting at the lower-level juniors.

Before the forest, Old Six Huang took a deep breath and looked at the giant claw pressing down on Han Muye, with blood surging in his eyes.

In front of a big bluestone, Li San brought the bottle gourd to his mouth, took a sip, and drew his sword.

It was the iron sword that Deng Chungang gave her back then.

In a real life and death battle, she still thinks this sword is better than Mysterious Yang Sword.

Monster Qi slowly pressed down, and in the Han Muye Qi Sea, ninety sword intents began to churn.

In his dantian, two sword pills are spinning rapidly, waiting for his summon.

In the Divine Repository, the sword of the Divine Soul has taken shape.

At this moment, a sword light flashed on the sky.

“Stingy–”

In the sky came a harsh screeching.

Then, the thunderous rumbling sound spreads through.

“Grandma, dare to stretch out the cat’s paw in front of the old man. Next time, the old man will cut more than one paw.”

Han Muye looked up and saw the sky above , a sword light streak across the north and south, smashing all the demon lights.

At this moment, within a thousand miles, the sword vibrated.

This is the real sword dao powerhouse!

One sword cry, ten thousand sword cry.

“This is the Western Border first sword cultivator, Tu Sunshi?”

Within a thousand miles, sword induction, such a sword dao cultivation base, is not the Western Border first sword dao great cultivator, who can it be?

Han Muye turned his head and saw an old man wearing a gray robe with disheveled hair walking in the air, one step zhang.

This old man, Han Muye has seen.

“Master Sun Tu?”

Han Muye had a strange look on his face.

Isn’t the one in front of him the master and grandson Tu who was recruiting at the auction and was rewarded with two hundred Spirit Stones from Han Muye?

Seeing Han Muye’s expression, Tu Sunshi grinned with satisfaction.

“Two hundred Spirit Stones, buy an old man to save you once, right?” Tu Sunshi said, waving his hand, turned his head and looked towards the endless demon cloud in front of him.

“I have a sword, which imitates the god Soul Sword Art in the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect Sword Pavilion inheritance. I wonder which Southern Desolate Fellow Daoist is willing to give him his head?”

Send personal head.

The peaceful old man was standing beside Han Muye, and he couldn’t see the slightest powerhouse demeanor.

It’s still the same as the one who was attracting customers at the auction.

But it’s such a bad old fogey, standing there, letting the tumbling cloud of the sky slowly sink.

Back off.

Han Muye felt that he was desperate to kill several Earth Stage Monster Races with both swords out.

But the old man in front of him, with his hands behind his back, didn’t even draw his sword, so the countless Monster Races in front of him retreated.

This is not fair.

Tu Sunshi shook his head in disappointment, glanced at Han Muye beside him, and glanced at his double swords: “You brat has a lot of doorways, but the sword technique is for specialization, and it is complicated. It’s not a good thing.”

Miscellaneous?

Han Muye nods.

You are the Western Border first sword cultivator, you are what you say.

Han Muye believes that every sword technique can be done to the extreme.

But there is no need to fight with Tu Sunshi at this time.

Monster Race retreated temporarily, the demon clouds scattered, and slowly condensed into a battle line.

Fengshou Mountain fell, and a lot of materials were captured by Monster Race, and they had to digest it.

Wait for the next battle, it will be in this cloud nest mountain.

Han Muye and Tu Sunshi flew down and exchanged a few words, and Tu Sunshi went straight away.

He is such a great sword cultivator in Western Border, so naturally he has something to do.

Being able to use the sword to save Han Muye is really the friendship that was exchanged for the two hundred Spirit Stones.

“Nineteen.”

“Senior Brother Han.”

“brother.”

Han Muye side, one after another silhouette gathered.

Li San in Tsing Yi, carrying an azure bottle gourd.

white clothes lightly, Song Jiu stained with blood.

Holding Lu Qingping tightly with one hand, Old Six Huang with a smile on his face.

Han Muye glanced at everyone, smiling.

Isn’t it just to be able to fight side by side with these people?

Turning his head and looking towards the surging Monster Qi in the distance, the fighting intent on Han Muye rose.

In the distance, Supreme Elder Jianmen Lu Hao called Han Muye.

Han Muye strode over.

“Why did you brat come?” Lu Hao asked in a low voice, looking at the sword mark cut by Han Muye in front of him with his hands behind his back.

“This place is so exciting, of course I want to come.” Han Muye stared at the distant clouds and said calmly.

Lu Hao nodded, shook his head again, and was about to speak when a cry came from not far away.

Lu Hao sighed and said nothing.

Fengshou Mountain was defeated, and Western Border suffered a heavy loss.

Suddenly, Lu Hao’s face changed, his figure turned into nothingness, and he reappeared, already outside several hundred zhang.

“Boom—”

A whistling sword light slashed down, and Lu Hao raised his hand to block it, eliminating the sword light.

“Lu Changze, what do you mean?”

Lu Hao stood there, sword intent surging on his body.

In mid-air, a long-bearded old man wearing an azure robe held a long sword and glared angrily.

“What do I mean?”

The old man glared at Lu Hao, his eyes moved behind him, and endless anger flashed in his eyes.

“If you Nine Mysteries Sword Sect didn’t delay, how could Fengshou Mountain fall?”

“If Fengshou Mountain did not fall, how could my grandson– “

The old man’s face showed endless unbearable sadness.

Lu Hao’s face stiffened and he said in a low voice, “Fellow Daoist Lu, condolences.”

Tang Chi complexion pale, standing not far behind Lu Hao, bowed his head and said nothing .

Li San, Song Jiu and the others walked over slowly and stood behind Lu Hao.

“Okay, okay, you Nine Mysteries Sword Sect are united, you will plot against.” The white-bearded old man gritted his teeth and stared at Lu Hao: “In this case, I will withdraw from the Sword Sect. “

“Here you are guarding!”

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and flew away.

Lu Hao stood there, his expression changed, but he couldn’t speak.

“Lu Changze, your Sword Sect is ready to escape?”

Just as the white-bearded old man flew out of the thousand zhang, a voice sounded, and then, an azure mountain Appeared and stood in front of the old man.

“Yang Dingshan!”

The old man’s face changed, his body froze, watching the mountain turn into a Huafa old man wearing a black robe and carrying a big sword.

Ming Mountain Sword Sect Master, Yang Dingshan.

Yang Mingxuan’s grandfather.

Yang Dingshan’s eyes were cold and fell on Lu Changze: “Are you going?”

With his words, an unspeakable pressure gathered.

It seems that from the sky, there is a ten thousand zhang huge mountain hanging high, and it will crash down at any time.

Lu Changze gritted his teeth and stared at Yang Dingshan.

Yang Dingshan’s expression remained unchanged.

A moment later, Lu Changze coldly snorted, turned around and stepped back.

Seeing that Lu Changze was no longer leaving, Lu Hao looked towards Yang Dingshan and said in a low voice, “many thanks to Sect Master Yang.”

Yang Dingshan nodded, glanced at Han Muye, and then body moved, disappeared in place.

Until Yang Dingshan left, Tang Chi, who was standing behind Lu Hao, moved towards Lu Hao and bowed: “many thanks Elder…”

Lu Hao didn’t answer, his body flashed, and he left.

Tang Chi complexion stiffened, turned his head and looked towards the others around him.

Li San glanced at him, coldly said: “You are not worthy of being a sword cultivator.”

After finishing speaking, Li San turned around and strode away.

The others also stopped looking at Tang Chi, turned their heads and left.

Han Muye’s eyes fell on the white clothed youth who passed by his side, and whispered: “Ninth Brother, I’m Nine Mysteries Mountain this time…”

white clothed youth The figure stopped, without looking back, he said indifferently: “I am Song Qi.”

“Old Ninth and Old Ten, gone.”

After he finished speaking, he walked to On the edge of the mountain forest, leaning against a big tree, meditating cross-legged, adjusting breath and exercise.

Song Jiu and Lu Shi have fallen.

Han Muye felt a shiver all over his body, and a sadness filled his heart.

Lu Shi.

The Lu Shi who only hunted wild beasts and never killed anyone in front of Fengshou Mountain.

In the spiritual land, Lu Shi likes to cook and invite everyone to dinner.

The Lu Shi who quietly gave Han Muye the tiger whip to make the tiger skin into a robe.

Falled.

Han Muye turned his head, clenched his fist tightly, and looked at Song Qi sitting under the tree.

No, he’s Song Jiu.

Han Muye confirms that he is Song Jiu.

It’s just that now, he wants to be Song Qi.

The one who died was Song Jiu, and the one who lived was Song Qi.

“Han Muye, is this what you want?” Behind him, Tang Chi’s voice sounded.

There was resentment in the voice.

“Originally, all of this is in my calculations.”

“I can end this battle in this cloud nest.”

” Now, hehe, maybe everyone will die here.”

Tang Chi gritted his teeth and stared at Han Muye: “Do you think the sword technique is useful?”

” Tu Sunshi’s sword technique is good enough, so he can only retreat to Yunchao Ridge?”

“His sword technique is so good, how many people have he saved?”

Han Muye’s gaze Falling on Tang Chi’s neck, let Tang Chi heart trembled.

Han Muye shook his head and turned away.

The sword in my hand is unfavorable, and I want to plot against others.

Funny.

Han Muye’s ignorance made Tang Chi’s forehead jump.

He gritted his teeth and turned his head to look towards the edge of the forest.

There, an old man in black armor nodded to him.

He didn’t hesitate and strode over.

“Senior Brother Han.”

“Senior Brother Han.”

Han Muye walks to where the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect Disciples gather, one after another The call sounded.

Han Muye nods.

Most of these people have received swords at Sword Pavilion.

There are many more, thanks to his guidance.

“Han, Senior Brother Han.” Sun Dayong, with a pale face, struggled to get up.

His chest was stained with blood.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold Sun Dayong’s shoulder, and then a medicine pill appeared in his palm.

“I have a wound medicine, you take the healing medicine first.”

This is a Grade 8 pill, and its appearance has reached Top Grade.

Sun Dayong took the medicine pill, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: “Senior Brother Han, this medicine pill, send Zhao Youzhi to Senior Brother Zhao.”

He lowered his voice Said: “Senior Brother Zhao, broke his arm.”

“right hand.”

Zhao Youzhi.

The inner sect disciple of the sword door who is wholeheartedly upright.

His sword is steady and heavy, and the opening and closing are full of air.

Although Han Muye suggested to him, let him repair the left-handed sword.

Han Muye patted Sun Dayong on the shoulder and said, “I still have the medicine for the wound. You heal the wound first.”

After he finished speaking, he looked forward.

Going to a tent, Jiang Han and the others greeted him.

“How is Zhao Youzhi?”

Han Muye asked in a low voice.

“Senior Brother Zhao is still in a coma, his internal injuries are not serious, but…” Jiang Han shook his head and did not continue.

Han Muye walked into the tent and saw Zhao Youzhi sleeping with his eyes closed on a simple wooden couch.

His right hand position is empty.

Stepping forward, Han Muye pushed a Top Grade Pill with Spiritual Qi and turned it into Zhao Youzhi’s body.

“When he wakes up, you can send him back to Nine Mysteries Mountain first.”

Han Muye glanced at Jiang Han and the others and said.

“Senior Brother Han, we’ll stay here.” Jiang Han lowered his voice and clenched his fists.

“We have more than 30 senior and junior brothers together, and now, there are only 12 people left.”

His words made the eyes of others around him red.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and took out a medicine pill, put it in Jiang Han’s palm, and said, “live well.”

After he finished speaking, he strode out of the tent.

In the distance, a bonfire swayed.

Going over, Han Muye sat down in front of Old Six Huang.

Old Six Huang has Lu Qingping, who is curled up and sleeping, on one side, and Gao Xiaoxuan, who is holding the little white fox in a daze.

“Otherwise, why would I just want to be a mortal?” Old Six Huang tugged at the fire and picked out a few sweet potato-like things that were about to burn.

“Mortals just need to eat and drink enough. If they don’t need Cultivation, they don’t need to care about these messy things.”

“This life and death will only make people unhappy.”

Peel off the skin of the sweet potato on your hand, and the faint aroma comes.

Old Six Huang handed it to Gao Xiaoxuan.

“Sixth Brother, did you practice demon art?”

When looking up, Han Muye looked at him and spoke in a low voice.

Lu Qingping, who was lying on the ground, trembled slightly in his shoulders.

(End of this chapter)