Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 259: Nine Factions Rearrangement Begins (12 Five Thousand Chapters)

The phantom of the golden tiger smashed through the blocking sword lights, and rushed to the wide Jialing River dozens of miles away with an indomitable momentum.

Roaring up to the sky, the tiger will go again.

In the sky, most of the previous sword light techniques have dispersed.

At this time, there are only a dozen or so left that are still condensed there.

After all, the previous obstruction was only to demonstrate one's own strength, to show that one is qualified to participate in the Grand Competition.

There is no need to really confront the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

Among those sects just now, several are actually allies with Nine Profound Sword Sect.

But at this time, there are still Jianguang and Xuying condensing in front, not only to show their strength, but also to compete for the seats of the Nine Factions!

The golden tiger roared, with a dazzling fierce light in its eyes, leading the ten flying boats behind it to rush forward.

"The Nine Profound Sword Sect is really powerful." Standing by the riverside, the faces of those who accompanied him from the sect flashed joy.

Their sects are all under the rule of Jiuxuan Jianmen, and their relationship with Jiuxuan Mountain is that everyone is prosperous and everyone is prosperous, and everyone is damaged.

Now seeing Tuobacheng's condensed giant tiger completely crushing and colliding, of course he is delighted.

"That is, the old Tuoba Changchang was a strong man who was rampant all his life." Someone echoed loudly.

This is morale, the higher the morale, the stronger the fighting spirit.

Even those who watch the battle pay attention to their thoughts.

"Hmph, Nine Profound Sword Sect doesn't even have a Heaven Realm, yet they dare to think so highly of themselves." Not far away, someone sneered.

These words attracted a lot of attention.

"Looking at it this way, does your sect have a Heaven Realm Daxiu?" An elder of Ling Juezong turned his head to look over, and said coldly, "I don't know which sect you are from?"

"Lingdao Sect? Shangyang Demon Sect? Or the Fengling Sword Sect whose Heavenly Realm Sect Master almost lost his life on Jiuxuan Mountain?"

The elder's voice was not small, and could be heard around him.

The face of the person who spoke before turned pale and white, he snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, turned and walked away.

This scene caused countless laughs by the riverside.

"boom--"

Ahead, the giant tiger defeated several auras blocking the way.

Going forward, there are only nine auras and sword lights left.

Before the giant tiger could move forward, a beam of sword light automatically disappeared.

Give up blocking, let the phantom of the giant tiger become one of the nine auras that still exist.

Nine sects.

Before the grand competition started, the Nine Profound Sword Sect had almost locked the qualifications of the Nine Sects.

By the riverside, some people nodded and some shook their heads.

I thought I could see a wonderful battle.

"Roar--"

At this moment, the roar of the tiger reappeared!

What's the meaning!

Everyone's eyes widened, watching the tiger's figure continue to slam forward.

It's not enough to join the Nine Sects, but also to provoke?

Countless people were stunned.

The strength of Nine Profound Sword Sect is indeed strong, and it has a good reputation among the Nine Sects.

Especially after the battle at Yunchao Ridge, and after Han Yuxian slayed the demons, the image of Zhengdao Jianmen was also established.

But Jiuxuan Sword Gate does not have a heavenly realm.

In front of several forces with heavenly realm in Xijiang, Nine Profound Sword Sect was completely powerless to fight.

At this time, there are already recognized nine factions of strength, so what is there to fight for?

top five?

top four?

Whatever the meaning is, it's all a false name.

Could it be that they want to compete for the top three?

There is no sky...

"boom--"

A beam of sword light turned into a stream of light and collided with the phantom of the tiger.

Then the giant tiger shook slightly, and the sword light dissipated.

The first to retreat was Taiyi Sword Sect!

The No. 1 Sword Sect in Western Xinjiang has backed down!

By the river, countless people gasped and stared straight ahead.

"Senior Master Tu Sun left Xijiang, Taiyi Sword Sect, hey..." Someone whispered.

Indeed, without the protection of Master Tu Sun, the Taiyi Sword Sect would not be able to keep his name as the No. 1 Sword Sect in Western Borders.

"Om—"

A few more halos dissipated.

In the void, there is only a big golden seal, a clear long sword, and a cloud of dark devilish energy.

Lingdaozong.

Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

Shangyang Demon Sect!

Nine Profound Sword Sect was actually recognized as the fourth in Western Xinjiang and the second in Sword Sect!

"It's really strong..."

"After this competition, the Nine Profound Sword Sect will truly rise."

"Fourth in Xijiang, amazing."

By the river, countless people spoke in low voices.

This is an unexpected result.

"Xijiang No. 4, not bad." Those practitioners who came with the Nine Profound Sword Sect all nodded with satisfaction and smiled lightly.

It's just that Huying didn't stop!

"Roar--"

The tiger covered in golden light rushed forward, ignoring the sword light and phantom around him, and directly slammed into the golden seal.

Compete with Lingdaozong!

"boom--"

The golden seal hit the top of the golden giant tiger's head, and the giant tiger's figure stopped and exploded.

Then, the golden seal also kept shaking and gradually shattered.

Evenly matched!

Nine Profound Sword Gate challenged the overlord of Western Xinjiang, although it was not successful, it was not defeated either.

In the void, all the sword light aura dissipated.

But on the bank of the river, there was silence.

Who would have thought that the rearrangement of the nine sects of the Nine Profound Sword Sect would compete with the Lingdao Sect this time!

Who dares to think?

The Lingdao Sect suppressed Western Xinjiang for thousands of years, and Master Wanhua became number one in Western Xinjiang.

With such power, even the Nine Profound Sword Sect dares to challenge it!

In the void, the spiritual light dissipated, and the ten flying boats of the Nine Profound Sword Sect landed on the river, fluttering.

All around, the flying boats of various sects and various magic weapons of flying escape gathered together.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Jinze, I didn't expect that this time your Nine Profound Sword Sect will point your sword at the number one sect in the western border. It seems that I, the Taiyi Sword Sect, will have to follow suit from now on."

Not far away, there was a shout.

Standing at the bow of the boat, Jin Ze looked indifferently, looked forward, and said indifferently: "My generation of sword cultivators, beware of having a sword in your heart."

"Without a sword pointing at the heart of the number one in the western border, why come here to fight?"

His voice was loud and carried across the river.

Nine Profound Sword Gate really has the heart to compete for the number one in Western Xinjiang!

Today's Tuoba is successful, and we will show our aspirations with the general trend!

There were a few laughs from the Taiyi Sword Sect, some of the other sects were silent, and some had a few divine thoughts thrown over them.

The surface of the river gradually calmed down, but under the surface of the river where there were waves of a few feet even when there was no wind, an undercurrent was surging.

Just like at this time, the relationship between the various sects on the river is the same.

Jin Ze smiled and flicked his sleeves, and went back to the cabin.

"The rearrangement of the Nine Factions will begin in five days, and we will not wait until the sect has passed."

"Disciples from various sects participating in the big competition are not allowed to fight for five days."

"Three days after the alchemy state of each sect, go to Jiayu Mountain, a hundred miles away, to discuss the Tao."

The voice came from the direction of Lingdaozong.

No one objected.

Ling Dao Sect is qualified to set rules.

This rule has also been observed by all sects before.

At least when Ling Dao Sect was not pulled down from the altar, the rules were the rules.

"Is Senior Brother Han Muye of the Nine Profound Sword Sect here? Sun Ji is here to visit." A voice came from outside the airship fleet of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

A Taoist in a green robe stood there, cupping his hands and whispering.

"It's Sun Ji of the Fuyang Dao Sect. His cultivation base inspires the gods, and his combat prowess is impressive." Someone on the flying boat whispered.

"Senior brother Han, Wanyue is here to visit."

"Senior Brother Han of the Nine Profound Sword Gate, please meet Du Feng."

"Duan Yihong came to see Brother Han."

One after another figures rushed towards them, and one after another called out.

Han Muye stepped out of the cabin, wearing a blue robe, with a sword case on his back, and a black sword stuck in his hair.

This appearance is the same as when he was beheading demons in adversity.

However, his cultivation seems to be extremely weak.

This is consistent with the rumors, the news of various investigations, and the analysis of Jiange's practice method.

The moment they saw Han Muye, a trace of regret flashed in everyone's eyes, but they all heaved a sigh of relief.

Back then when Han Muye slayed demons in the Soul-Breaking Wasteland, his spirit transformed into a sword, and his body was fused with more than twenty sword intents. With that kind of power, even half a step of heaven would have to retreat.

If Han Muye was still at his original combat strength, the nine factions would really be unable to fight if they rearranged.

The moment Han Muye stepped out of the cabin, not only the figures who came to meet him, but also countless spiritual thoughts.

Han Muye looked indifferently, looking forward.

There are now thirteen soul swords hovering in his divine treasure, each of which has been dyed golden red by the Red Dust Curse.

With the protection of the Red Dust Curse, the power in his divine treasure can't be detected even if he goes out of the body and undergoes major repairs.

In his sea of ​​qi, apart from the eighty-one Huasi Sword Intents, there is also a purple glow.

Zhongzhou is isolated from the western border, but people's sight is an invisible thing, still piercing through the sky wall, pouring turbulently on Han Muye's body.

The poems in front of Xisai Mountain, the four lines of Confucianism and Taoism on Bailu Mountain, and the poems of Baizhan swords outside of Jinchuan, all of them are full of literary spirit and attract people's attention.

These people looked so great that Han Muye's sea of ​​qi had already been filled heavily.

Popularity is enough for him to become a great master of Confucianism and Taoism.

It's just that the Heavenly Dao in Xijiang has already suppressed Confucianism and Taoism. In addition, Confucianism and Taoism in Xijiang are not prosperous. It is completely meaningless for him to break through the great master.

It's better to sharpen one's own virtue slowly, and then break through overnight after entering Zhongzhou.

Those great Confucian scholars in Zhongzhou did the same thing. They gathered countless people, read poems and books, and practiced hard for hundreds of years.

This boundless crowd not only covered up Han Mu's dantian, but also gave people a very mundane feeling.

Anyone who looked at him felt that he was a mortal who had just practiced.

Definitely no more than two years.

This coincided with the time when Han Muye was rebuilt.

"No matter how amazing and brilliant a generation is, it is impossible to be lucky forever." In the distance, on the Lingdao Sect's flying boat, a young man in a green robe whispered.

"This person is already good, but unfortunately, he shouldn't be against my Lingdao Sect." Beside him, a Taoist also wearing a green robe said.

Beside them, there were several young practitioners standing there.

Seven sons of Lingdao.

"I hope that when he loses, he can be more straightforward, and don't be named as a swordsman." A young man with a cold face and a scar at the corner of his eye snorted coldly, turned his head and went back to the cabin.

Geniuses fall, don't care.

Only geniuses who have always been brilliant can be valued.

What's more, at this time, so many young elites did not come to visit the Lingdao Sect, but gathered in front of the Nine Profound Sword Gate. Where is the Lingdao Sect?

This is a provocation to Ling Dao Sect!

Han Muye, who was standing in front of the cabin at the Jiuxuan Sword Gate station, looked around, cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, at this time, don't you meditate and cultivate your energy?"

Hearing Han Muye's words, a young man said loudly: "Han Banxian, you didn't make the move at the beginning. I, Zhao Tiejin, had already died in the Soul-breaking Wasteland. You came to Jialing River, how could Zhao Tiejin not come to see you?"

As he said that, he took out a wine gourd and said loudly: "Immortal Han, I, Zhao Tiejin, know that my cultivation base and combat power are not top-notch. I may not be able to leave the Jialing River alive in this sect duel."

"I'm here today, and I want to invite Immortal Han to have a drink."

drink wine.

The others also looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye's reputation originated from his superb swordsmanship talent.

But what is more admirable than his talent is his character.

In the Nine Profound Sword Sect, everyone knows that Jiange Han Jixian guides his younger generations and never hides his secrets.

Beyond the sword gate, there are stories about Han Muye, from the time when he descended to Jiuxuan Mountain with his sword and traveled 30,000 miles to rescue Jiange Elder Gao Changgong, to blocking the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan with his sword on Yunchao Ridge, and invited Master Tu Sun to rescue Yun Tai Daozong.

In that battle, the demeanor of the Immortal Han of the Nine Profound Sword Sect overwhelmed countless sword cultivators.

Xijiang Dazong's descendants recognized that Han Muye's swordsmanship talent was unmatched among his peers.

After that, Han Muye returned to Jiuxuan Mountain all the way from the old place of Lieyang Palace, and he would give advice in every battle, so as not to fall into the name of an exiled immortal.

What really made Han Muye famous in Western Xinjiang was when he met a cultivator from the Black Spirit Valley and went retrograde all the way to the Broken Soul Wasteland, beheading the heavenly demon who had been entrenched in Western Xinjiang for countless years.

In this battle, in order to save the elites in the western borders, Han Muye gathered all his cultivation and struck against the sky.

Losing one person's path of cultivation can save tens of millions of people.

With such a talent and character, he deserves the title of Sword Immortal.

It is precisely because of the life-saving grace of Duanhun Wasteland that the elites of various sects came to pay a grand visit today.

"Alright, then today Han Muye will have a drink with you all."

Han Muye nodded and looked into the distance: "There is a big island over there, let's go there."

There are all sects and sects here, it's not good to drink at the Jiuxuan Sword Gate, isn't it?

"Okay, that's Chongling Island, let's go there."

"Go, go drink."

They are all elite practitioners from various sects, and they act quickly and without delay.

After a while, everyone has landed on the big island in troubled times.

Someone's sword light swept across, cutting out a flat ground.

Someone made a move, and a flash of spiritual light transformed into a stone platform.

Someone took out the jug and took out some spiritual fruits from the treasure.

"Everyone, Han has invited you for this drink." Han Muye let out a long laugh, and waved his hands, and piles of spiritual fruits fell down one by one from the wine jars.

The wine is sad wine, it's all freshly brewed by Han Muye, and it's been kept on the shelf.

The spiritual fruit is obtained from Qingmang Mountain.

Han Muye hasn't been out of Jiuxuan Mountain for the past two years, but Mu Jin, the big demon of Qingmang Mountain, has brought Tan Tan and others a few times, and they always brought a lot of spiritual fruits and elixir.

"Han Yuxian is so rich." Seeing so many spirit wine and spirit fruits, many people's eyes lit up.

"This wine, good wine." Someone took a sip of the sad wine and whispered.

Han Muye smiled and raised his wine glass.

Those elites of various sects also raised their wine glasses.

"Respect, everyone."

There was a flash of inspiration in Han Muye's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "If you don't drink alcohol today, you won't return. After five days, you will compete and fight with all your strength."

After speaking, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

"If you don't get drunk, don't go home, go all out!"

The wine enters the throat, hot and heartburning.

This wine is sad.

Looking at the elites of various sects grinning, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

Han Muye never refused to come, anyone who came to offer a toast to him, he drank until his glass was drained.

This scene made many people sigh again.

This wine can condense sword energy.

It is beneficial to drink a little bit, if you drink too much, if you don't use spiritual energy to envelop the refinement, then you will continue to refine your own sword energy.

In normal times, this is not a bad thing.

But five days later, the Zongmen's rearrangement competition will be held. Now that he is concentrating his sword energy, do he think he has too much sword energy?

In the eyes of those sect elites, Han Muye gave up because he had rebuilt himself, his cultivation base and sword energy were weak, and he was completely unable to compare with everyone else.

Let go of the drink.

That's right, the original Tianjiao character, once reduced to a mortal, reunited with Tianjiao at this time, feeling depressed in his heart, it is better to get drunk to relieve thousands of worries.

"Immortal Han, Duan Yihong toasts you." A burly man in green robe stepped forward and raised his glass to Han Muye.

The first descendant of Infernal Taoism, Duan Yihong, the Taoist son.

In the past two years, he fought against all directions, slaying demons and exterminating demons, and he was undefeated with immense strength, and his reputation spread all over the western border.

Han Muye smiled and toasted.

"Han Yuxian, I once said that when the Nine Schools meet, Duan Yihong will give you a victory. This statement counts."

After Duan Yihong finished speaking, he drank the wine in the glass.

Han Muye's eyes fell on Duan Yihong.

Although the strength of the affinity of the earth element has not reached the perfect state, it is not far behind.

This guy is based on the ground, and he can borrow the power of three thousand miles.

However, based on the perception of Han Muye's soil affinity at the full level, it can be found that Duan Yihong still has a trace of disharmony.

This inconsistency stems from...

"Fellow Daoist Duan, when you are exercising your body, do you feel pain in your heart?"

Han Muye suddenly made a sound.

The empty wine glass in Duan Yihong's hand burst instantly, and his eyes were fixed on Han Muye.

"The spiritual heart condensed by the earth spirit fish and insects can indeed increase the affinity of the earth element after being swallowed and refined, but because this power is gathered in the confidant, there will often be labor pains before it is fully refined."

Han Muye's words made Duan Yihong's expression change.

The originally noisy sounds around also quieted down, only the sound of water waves.

"During the Zongmen Grand Competition, you should try to seal the three meridians connecting the sea of ​​qi to the heart and reduce the instantaneous burst of earth power. It should be useful."

"Otherwise, the pain will come at a critical moment, and you will be defeated."

Han Muye's voice was flat.

But in this plainness, there is absolute self-confidence.

Duan Yihong's spiritual energy was circulating in his body, and he felt it slightly, and a happy look flashed across his face.

He bowed towards Han Muye, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Senior Brother Han."

When he strode away, a figure landed in front of Han Muye.

"Senior brother Han, back then you said that the full moon would be a loss. Today, how about asking senior brother to look at my sword again?" Wan Yue, the young lord of the Yuehua Sword Sect, said as the clear sword light rose in his hand.

The sword light is like the moon, but it is not the same as when he fought Han Muye back then.

January into March.

In the sky in March, the halo is gentle, but it makes people feel like their hearts are freezing.

"Okay, that's right." Han Muye nodded, and then said softly, "The moon waxes and wanes, which is the way of heaven and earth. In fact, this trick of yours is unnecessary."

Hearing his words, Wanyue raised her hand, and March turned from a full circle to a half moon, and then there was only a crescent moon left.

When there were only three crescents left in the sky, an unspeakable chilling intent rose.

This crescent moon is several times more dangerous than a full moon.

"Okay, wait until March disappears, that's when your sword will be perfect." Han Muye said loudly.

Wanyue glanced at him, the sword light dissipated, she raised the wine glass in front of her and drank it all in one gulp, then turned and left.

This Wanyue is really strong!

This is the thinking of all the elites present.

However, Immortal Han can teach Wanyue's swordsmanship, which shows that although his cultivation level is no longer, his talent and vision are still there.

Many people's eyes lit up.

"Senior Brother Han, I have a move."

"Immortal Han, here's a toast to you, please look at my sword."

...

This day and night, the sword light on Chongling Island did not stop at all.

After hearing the news, the elites from various sects toasted Han Muye one after another, and then asked him about sword skills.

Han Muye never refused to come, even if he was already drunk, he still gave instructions on sword skills.

The party didn't dissipate until Dongfang Yubai.

After today, goodbye, maybe it's life and death!

Han Muye turned drunkenly, went to his own cabin, raised his hand, and a formation rose up.

"Hey, these little guys feel that they have made money."

Daoist Dayan's voice sounded.

Beside him, Zhao Yunlong nodded, his eyes fell on Han Muye.

At this time, around Han Muye, sword lights turned into phantoms.

These phantoms, including swordsmanship and Taoism, keep changing and then disperse.

Those elites of various sects got guidance, and Han Muye got their swordsmanship and Taoism.

mutual benefit.

No loss.

Three days later, the golden elixirs of each school left and went to Jiayu Mountain to discuss the Tao.

Two days later, between the heaven and the earth, golden light shone, and dragon boats appeared one after another.

Eight hundred and thirty-four dragon boats landed on the river.

A total of 834 sects participated in the rearrangement of the nine factions.

Most of the sects are not really competing for the position of the nine sects, but to sharpen their own disciples, at the same time show the strength of the sect, and improve the status of the sect in the western border.

"The Nine Factions of Western Xinjiang will reschedule the competition."

"Use this dragon boat to trace the source of the Jialing River for 100,000 miles, to the Snow Mountain Shenglongtai where the western border and the northern region meet."

"Three hundred and sixty ascending dragon platforms were promoted by battle. In the end, the top nine ascended to the dragon platform, which is the nine sects of Xijiang, who are qualified to redefine the rules of the practice world in Xijiang."

In the void, one after another figure emerged.