Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 234 The Fourth Sword Pill (22 Five Thousand Characters Chapter)

"The hilt of the sword is worn out, indicating that it is a very diligent sword repairer."

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and he whispered in his mouth.

"Look at the angle of the sword on the back, the posture of the sword on the back is extremely conducive to the sword."

Han Muye's eyes revealed a trace of depth, and he said softly: "The angle of the sword is mainly chopping and stabbing, and most of them are killing with one blow."

His voice was light, and the old man on the opposite side was surrounded by sword energy.

When Han Muye finished speaking, the old man's hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

At this moment, Han Muye suddenly spoke again.

"There is evil spirit in the sword, killing many people."

"The fusion of Qi and blood and sword energy, if you are not cultivating the way of swordsmanship, you must be specializing in the way of killing."

"With such sword skills, he should be a master of Zhehuatang."

Zhehuatang.

"Canglang—"

The sword in the old man's hand was out of its sheath, and with a cold killing intent, he stabbed at Han Muye's chest.

The sword light was so fast that it had arrived in a flash.

Han Muye stared at the sword's edge, his figure slightly shifted.

"Zhehuatang's swordsmanship should be more assassination than attacking. You are waiting for me because you are extremely confident in your swordsmanship."

Passing by the old man, Han Muye's voice sounded again.

It's just that the old man stood in the void, trembling all over, not daring to move at all.

On his armpit, there was a scar that pierced through his chest and abdomen!

On Han Muye's left hand, there was a purple dagger with blood dripping from it.

"Do you know why I spared your life?"

Han Muye turned around and landed in front of the old man. He raised his hand, and Jianfeng picked off the mask on the old man's face, revealing a face full of scars.

The old man's face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear.

In the sword just now, the icy blade pierced his chest and abdomen. If the opponent didn't want to save his life, it would have completely cut off his heart.

Who can resist such swordsmanship?

He couldn't figure out why Han Muye would spare his life.

Han Muye raised his hand.

Behind him, Yunlong turned into Zhao Yunlong in white.

"Owner."

Zhao Yunlong bowed.

"You follow him back to see Tang Yunhao."

Zhao Yunlong nodded, his body transformed into a long sword, and landed in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye looked at the old man and said, "Tang Yunhao, it's Broken Sword."

Tang Yunhao, nicknamed Broken Sword in Zhehuatang, is one of the most popular killers in Zhehuatang recently.

The old man's eyes fell on the long sword in front of him.

This is the sword.

Magic sword weapon!

In the Western Xinjiang practice world, there are only legends about magic weapons, and no one has ever seen a magic weapon that can truly transform into a human form.

Today, in front of him, such a sword actually appeared.

Moreover, he had to take it to Zhehuatang by himself and hand it over to Broken Sword.

Give it to him, for what?

The old man's eyes widened, he raised his head slowly, and looked at Han Muye with shortness of breath.

What does he want to do!

"I think Broken Sword knows how to do it?"

Han Muye reached out and patted the old man's shoulder, chuckled, turned around and fled away.

Broken Sword knows what to do?

Looking at the long sword in front of him, the old man took a deep breath, bowed and said, "Senior, this junior is willing to submit to the Banished Immortal and serve the Banished Immortal."

Broken Sword is a member of Immortal Han, why can't he surrender?

With this magic weapon and sword, who else in Zhehuatang can compete with Broken Sword?

Even the master of Zhehuatang can't!

"Let's go."

In the Yunlong sword, Zhao Yunlong's voice came faintly.

The old man hurriedly held the sword in both hands, and flew away.

Bring this sword back to Zhehuatang, doomed to a bloodbath!

Han Muye asked him to take the Yunlong Sword to Zhehuatang and give it to Tang Yunhao, in order for Tang Yunhao to take Zhehuatang.

Han Muye didn't use Tang Yunhao much before, so he didn't need it.

Now to occupy the old land of Lieyang Palace, and to do all kinds of business of swords, equipment and medicines, he needs Tang Yunhao and those people from Zhehuatang.

It is not difficult for these people who are used to the assassination business to switch to other businesses.

With Yunlong's swordsmanship and sword weapon, Tang Yunhao can definitely sweep Zhehuatang.

"Aren't you afraid of being intercepted and killed if you don't bring Zhao Yunlong with you?" Daoist Dayan's voice came from the side of Han Muye, who was flying away, in a breeze.

Zhao Yunlong is a magic weapon, infused with sword intent, his combat power can block half a step of heaven.

With this sword protecting him, Han Muye can return to Jiuxuan Mountain safely.

Without this sword, I am afraid that there will be many more twists and turns along the way.

"Why, do you think I'm not capable of fighting all the way back to Jiuxuan Mountain?"

Han Muye chuckled lightly.

Daoist Dayan didn't speak.

Because there are already several figures appearing in front of him.

Han Muye laughed, and the Qingming Sword in his hand shone brightly, turning into ten-foot sword energy.

There are flames lingering in the sword light, which is clearly the sword technique used by Yu Longsheng before.

Those figures on the opposite side didn't expect Han Muye to draw his sword without saying a word, unable to react at all.

Several people retreated hastily, some drew their swords to meet each other, and they were in a mess.

Han Muye didn't bother to care about these methods anymore, he just swept across with his sword light, knocking away the long swords that were coming up, and then chased them back, knocking them off the cloud.

"It's still a little tender, practice more."

The voice is still there, but people have already flown away.

Those young practitioners who blocked the way retrieved their sabers, flew on top of the clouds, looked into the distance, and their complexions changed from blue to red.

"Hmph, it's just that your sword skills are better..." Someone whispered through gritted teeth.

"That sword technique seems to be the sword technique of Dangyang Palace, I have seen it before." Someone's eyes flickered, and he said: "This swordsman is really talented in the way of swords."

Someone shook his head and hung up his sword: "Let's go, I have met such a character today, and I can't neglect my practice in the future."

After the crowd dispersed, two figures appeared in the same place.

"It's amazing..." The old man in green robe watched Han Muye leave the direction, and sighed softly.

"Hehe, he knew you and I were on his side, so he didn't hit hard." Another white-bearded old man shook his head and said with a smile: "It's good to let these boys temper themselves, knowing that there are people outside of them."

Hearing his words, the green-robed old man nodded and said: "Sword Dao Baxian, you really have the demeanor of the first person in the younger generation."

"It's just that this time I, Heyue Jianzong, accepted his favor, and I will still have to repay this favor in the future."

While whispering, the two flew to follow those young practitioners.

Han Muye traveled all the way, and encountered many challengers, most of whom were dealt with by him with two or three swords.

In one day, he fled thousands of miles and fought twenty-one times in a row.

At sunset, he landed on a wild cliff, lit a bonfire, then took out the formation plate, and set up an invisible formation to protect it.

After finishing these, he just took out an immortal pill and swallowed it, and then slowly adjusted his breath.

Taoist Dayan turned into a breeze and hid behind him.

Even though there were no real masters in Lien Chan today, Han Muye was exhausted and his aura was exhausted after traveling thousands of miles away and fighting continuously.

The loss is great, and his gain is also great.

Today he saw dozens of elites from various factions in western Xinjiang take action.

These people have the confidence to stop him, so the natural means are not bad.

The Young Palace Master of Dangyang Palace, the sword energy in his body was about to condense into sword intent.

The black-robed old man in Zhehuatang's cultivation base is already a state of enlightenment.

Fighting these people, even though it was just a staggering, but the tempering of the battle also gave Han Muye a lot of rewards.

Fighting with people, you have to go all out in every game.

"when--"

With a soft sound, a short sword hung half a foot away from Han Muye.

There was a faint streamer flashing on the short sword, and there was a trace of cold sword energy, which seemed to come out through the body.

"Let me just say, how could the swordsman have no way to survive in the wild." A middle-aged man in a green robe with big sleeves came striding forward.

Before Han Muye's formation, he waved his hand, put away the short sword, and tore off the faint light curtain, then walked to the bonfire and sat down.

"I am Zhang Yangyu of Sushan Daozong, you should have heard of my name."

The middle-aged sword repairer pinched the dagger and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and said, "So it's Senior Zhang."

Zhang Yangyu, Xijiang has an interesting name, Zhang Yangyu.

He has several short swords in his hand, and his sword technique is to transform into flying swords, when the sword is raised, the sword light around him is like swimming fish.

From Han Muye's point of view, this method is more like a sword pill.

Zhang Yangyu's cultivation base is already at the eighth level of Jindan, and his swordsmanship is superb. He is considered a famous swordsman in Western Xinjiang.

Behind him is Sushan Daozong, whose strength is extraordinary, only inferior to the Nine Sects.

"You are very talented in swordsmanship, and you are sitting in the Jiange, so you must have many hidden methods that outsiders don't know." Zhang Yangyu glanced behind Han Muye, and said softly.

Hidden means?

That is to say, Daoist Dayan who turned into a breeze?

Daoist Dayan didn't speak.

He felt that he might not be qualified to be Han Muye's hidden method.

"Senior came to look for me, didn't he just want to find out about me?" Han Muye chuckled, and took out a small gourd.

This gourd was filled with sad wine, which Li San told Han Muye to make wine before he left, so that he could brew it himself.

The taste is still the same, and it can also refine the sword energy.

It's just that without Li San and Lu Shi, and without guys like Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan, the wine didn't have the original taste.

Han Muye rarely drinks this wine now.

Taking a sip of the wine, he put the little gourd back into his arms.

"Hehe, I came to see you because I want to cooperate with you to conspire with the ranking of the Nine Factions." Zhang Yangyu looked at Han Muye, laughed, and then the dagger in his hand flashed with aura.

"But I'm more interested in your sword practice."

The voice fell, and the sword light rose.

The dagger pierced Han Muye's neck in an instant with only three feet of space.

If this sword stabbed, it must have penetrated directly through the neck.

It was only when Jian Guang raised his body that Zhang Yangyu moved and retreated a few feet away.

Behind him, the Ziyan Sword nearly pierced him with a dim purple streamer.

"Good method." Zhang Yangyu shouted, raised his hand and made a move, the nine daggers lined up in a row, the light of the swords reflected the bonfire, suppressing the heat in the flames.

Han Muye didn't wait for him to make a move, the Ziyan sword had already turned into a crescent moon, drawing an arc.

"when--"

A short sword blocked Ziyan sword.

Only when the two swords touched, Zhang Yangyu's face changed slightly, and another short sword flew out to block the other side.

"Stab—"

The Ziyan sword flying obliquely appeared on the side of the short sword and swiped across.

At this moment, Ziyan Sword jumped around Zhang Yangyu like a meteor coming to life.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Zhang Yangyu's eyes burst into light, he stared at the short sword and said in a deep voice: "Your lower-string swordsmanship is more proficient than that of the elders of the Yuehua Sword Sect."

"Such talents are truly terrifying."

While he was talking, Zhou Jian was not idle.

A dagger collided with the Ziyan sword, knocking the Ziyan sword away for a week.

At this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a light smile: "Compared with Yuehua Sword Sect, my Sushan Dao Sect's swordsmanship is not much worse."

"With this sword technique—"

Before he finished speaking, Han Muye suddenly said, "Who said I was using the Yuehua Sword Sect's swordsmanship?"

Not Yuehua Jianzong swordsmanship?

Zhang Yangyu was taken aback.

I am good at using flying swords, but all nine flying swords come out.

Han Muye also used the flying sword to compete with himself, which shows that he is an extremely proud person.

The more proud a person is, the less likely he is to lie.

no need.

If Han Muye said it wasn't the Yuehua Sword Sect's swordsmanship, then it must not be.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yangyu's complexion suddenly changed.

What I used was the method of the sword pill imperial envoy.

Then Han Muye should use this method too!

Only when his heart moved, the Ziyan sword in front of him had disappeared.

When he reappeared, the sword was on his neck.

"Hiding empty..."

Zhang Yangyu mechanically turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

This sword must be the legendary flying sword technique that can cross the confinement of space, and can take the head of a person thousands of miles away, hidden in the air.

This sword technique has long been lost in Western Xinjiang.

"Senior has good eyesight, he can even know the technique of Zang Kong sword."

With a smile on his face, Han Muye stretched out his hand, and the Ziyan Sword landed in his hand.

He looked up at Zhang Yangyu, and said softly, "I'm very interested in the sword pills that senior collected."

Sword pill!

Before Zhang Yangyu showed up, Taoist Dayan had already reminded Han Muye.

Another sword pill appeared.

Han Muye did not expect that Zhang Yangyu would have a sword pill in his hand.

However, just now he had a sword fight with Zhang Yangyu, and he found that Zhang Yangyu's swordsmanship indeed had many shadows of Yushi Jianwan.

It's just that this method is still superficial.

Looking at Han Muye, Zhang Yangyu's expression changed, and after a long time, he said in a low voice: "I can ask for Jianwan, but you can exchange it with Zangkong swordsmanship."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a sapphire-like sword pill.

Hidden empty swordsmanship, in exchange for this sword pill.

Han Muye's eyes fell on Jianwan, he shook his head and said, "No."

Zhang Yangyu frowned, and just as he was about to speak out, Han Muye said again: "I'll teach you the Zangkong swordsmanship, and you won't be able to master it."

Without comprehending Zhou Tian's swordsmanship and understanding the principles of sword formation, Zhang Yangyu couldn't grasp the clues of this swordsmanship at all.

Cultivation in the world depends on aptitude, but more importantly on understanding talent.

Some people's upper limit is there.

"However, I can correct your own shortcomings in swordsmanship for you." Han Muye looked at Zhang Yangyu and said softly, "Actually, your nine swords, Senior Zhang, can be reduced to three swords."

Nine swords turned into three swords.

Simplify the complicated.

Having seen Zhang Yangyu's way of controlling the sword, Han Muye can only say that the nine-handled sword is too reluctant.

On the contrary, the three-handed sword borrowed from the three-star sword array, and its combat power was much stronger.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Zhang Yangyu, holding the sword pill in his hand, groaned.

The sword pill is in his hands, although he has comprehended some imperial envoy techniques and transformed them into his own sword skills.

But the real effect is not much.

Conversely, Han Muye said to help him streamline his sword skills and turn nine swords into three swords, which really touched his heart.

He himself knew the disadvantages of his sword skills.

If you really can turn nine swords into three swords, your own combat power will definitely double.

But, can you believe Han Muye's words?

Is there really such a way to exile immortals in the way of swordsmanship?

Seeing Zhang Yangyu's hesitation, Han Muye raised his hand, and three phantom sword lights flashed, split into three directions, and the sword lights criss-crossed.

The routes of each of the three swords are different.

But if you are in it, but facing this kind of sword light, there is no way to resist it.

This sword technique is much better than Zhang Yangyu's nine swords.

With a flash of sword light, the three sword qi were shattered.

In Han Muye's hand, a jade slip appeared.

"Senior, this sword technique can be exchanged for Jianwan, or not?"

To change, or not to change?

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Yangyu said with a long smile, "It is better to have a bird in hand than many birds in the forest. Change, I will change."

He raised his hand and threw the sword pill towards Han Muye.

Daoist Dayan appeared in a flash, and raised his hand to catch Jianwan.

"Wu Su."

He spoke softly.

Following his voice, the sword pill made a joyful tremor.

This scene made the corners of Zhang Yangyu's eyes twitch slightly.

This sword pill has been in his hands for countless years, and it has been silent. He handed it over unexpectedly, and he felt it immediately.

Could it be that this banished immortal from the Dao of the Sword is really the one whose destiny belongs to him?

Shaking his head, taking a breath, and not looking at Jianwan anymore, he walked up to Han Muye and said, "Han Yuxian, I, Sushan Daozong, would like to form an alliance with Jiuxuan Jianmen, and jointly seek the position of the Nine Sects."

...

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Yangyu flew away.

Han Muye didn't chat with him too much.

Han Muye wasn't the one to worry about the alliance that Zhang Yangyu was looking for.

Zhang Yangyu came to look for Han Muye, just to convey a message and express his attitude.

Originally, Zhang Yangyu came to explore Han Muye's cultivation methods. If he felt that Han Muye was not strong enough, he could guard a certain distance and be a favor.

As a result, he felt that his thoughts were superfluous.

In a real fight, he might not be Han Muye's opponent.

The swordsmanship of this number one young man is simply unimaginable.

After Zhang Yangyu left, Daoist Dayan handed the sword pill in his hand to Han Muye.

"This sword pill is named Wu Su, and it is also one of the sword pills in his Zhoutian sword formation."

Daoist Dayan showed a complex look on his face, and said in a low voice: "In fact, there are not many sword pills in the western border. Except for him, there are very few people who can send sword pills to Huajing."

Jianwan warming and nourishing imperial envoys consume a lot of spiritual energy and sword intent, and it is difficult for ordinary practitioners to learn and master.

When the cultivation base is advanced, most people give up Jianwan.

Only a strong man like Yuan Tianjianzun can use his sword pills to form a sword formation, and his combat power can be overwhelming for a lifetime.

The sword pill in his hand is high enough, it will not rot for ten thousand years.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to beckon Jianwan, and saw that Jianwan was like sapphire, warm and round, with a faint spiritual light shining on it.

Holding the sword pill, a stream of sword energy was poured quietly.

One picture after another appeared in Han Muye's mind.

The forging process is the same as other sword pills, and the refining method is also the same.

Jianwan entered the hands of Sword Master Yuan Tian, ​​and followed him across the world without a trace.

Every time watching the life of Yuan Tianjianzun, it always makes people excited.

The swordsmanship is perfect, and the world can go.

This kind of uninhibited practice is the most enjoyable.

Such a person can be regarded as a true sword cultivator.

"Om—"

The sword pill sounded lightly, and a faint sword energy turned around.

This sword pill has been warmed by Zhang Yang for many years, but it has infused a lot of sword energy into it.

Someone in Sushan Daozong had warmed up this sword pill before.

The screen flashed, and Yuan Tianjian mastered the sword technique of killing people through passing through the sword pills, which was understood by Han Muye.

Comprehend swordsmanship, point stars.

"call out--"

Han Muye raised his hand, the sword pill flashed, and crashed ten feet away with a scream.

"Boom—"

In the darkness ten feet away, a figure was directly knocked out hundreds of feet away.

Swordsmanship, star point.

The Imperial Envoy's sword pill is instantaneous for hundreds of miles, and under one blow, it is like the impact of stars, and it is heavier than ten thousand junctures!

Daoist Dayan looked at the flickering sword light with a complicated expression on his face, and whispered in his mouth: "Is this a little star? Can you really understand his sword skills?"

Hundreds of feet away, the old man in green robe who was knocked out showed a trace of horror on his face, looking at the sword pill hanging in mid-air.

"Han Banxian's method is really as extraordinary as in the legend."

"It is indeed the great enemy of Fengling Sword Sect."

"No wonder Zhang Chengzong mainly asked me to help."

If you are bragging, you have to live up to your tears.

Thousands of days every day! ! !