Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 257 Is your sword sharp enough (12 chapters of five thousand characters)

"boom--"

In the distance, spiritual light flickered, and flames rose and lingered.

Ancestor Tao Ran held a long sword and stepped forward in the air.

At this time, Tao Ran's cultivation base was ready to break through at any time, but he chose not to take that step for the time being to guard the Fire Source Realm.

The Fire Source Realm can only allow half-step Heavenly Realm to stay, and those who exceed half-step Heavenly Realm will be repelled by the power of heaven and earth in this world.

The fire source realm is not considered a big world, but the power of a realm cannot be resisted by mere practitioners who have just entered the heaven realm.

"This Yuntian Realm is not giving up, and there are more strong people coming recently than before."

Putting away the long sword, Patriarch Tao Ran spoke in a deep voice.

Hearing his words, Han Muye chuckled lightly and said, "Isn't this in line with what the ancestors wanted?"

Ancestor Tao Ran's face froze, and then he laughed.

"You boy, I can't hide anything from you." A trace of pride flashed across Tao Ran's face, and he turned his head to look into the distance.

"Relying on the Fire Source Realm, I have already fought with the Heaven Realm."

"These guys are just like this. When the ancestors step into the heaven, I will abuse them like dogs."

Speaking of this, he grinned: "The next time I see Gao Changgong who eats soft food, I will make his jaw drop."

Elder Jiange Gao is said to be doing well in Nanhuang, and he seems to be serving as an army follower in the Zhongzhou army.

The ancestors of the Mu family and the others inquired about the news, Elder Gao endured the humiliation and cheated the trust of the Zhongzhou army, preparing to escape from the clutches and return to the western border.

Han Muye didn't really believe this.

"Old Ancestor, this time the Nine Schools of Western Xinjiang are rearranged, and the Lingdao Sect has set the location of the Grand Competition on the bank of the Jialing River. What's the point?"

Flying back to the Fire Source Realm, and landed in the void outside the Fire Source Palace, Han Muye spoke.

The venue for the rearrangement of the Nine Schools was determined by the Lingdao Sect. It is said that this location was arranged by the Taoist Wanhua of the Lingdao Sect who was about to leave the customs.

The name of the number one person in the Western Xinjiang practice world is there. Since he has spoken, the venue of this contest cannot be changed.

"The Jialing River is a great river that originates from the northern region, runs through the western frontier and the southern wilderness, and reaches the East China Sea."

Ancestor Tao Ran narrowed his eyes, and then said in a deep voice: "Thousands of years ago, the great monster of the East China Sea traveled back to the source, crossed the Southern Wilderness, and landed on the Jialing River."

"This group of monsters finally went to the Northern Territory, and it is said that they lived in the Northern Territory."

"It is rumored that the Lingdao Sect has some business connections with this demon clan."

Turning his head to look at Han Muye, Patriarch Tao Ran said in a low voice: "My Nine Profound Sword Sect can rely on this world to form an alliance with Donghai Sword Cultivator, so other families can naturally have foreign aid."

Han Muye nodded.

According to what Patriarch Tao Ran and several elders of the sect said, every time the Nine Sects are rearranged, there will always be more masters that have never been seen in Xijiang.

This time, Jiuxuan Sword Sect also attracted several young disciples from Tangshan Sword Sect.

Shao Yousun of the Tangshan Sword Sect is now in the Fire Source Realm, and together with Lu Gao and others, they are conquering practitioners from other worlds.

"Om—"

The horn sounded, and the aura rose in the sky.

One after another phantoms began to return.

A day later, the younger disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect gathered.

Lu Gao, whose eyes are covered with black veils, is now in good shape, wearing a black battle armor.

At this time, his cultivation base is already at the peak of the realm of Tongmai.

But his strength is far beyond Tongmai, even a master of Qishen cultivation can't stop his blow.

Huajian, even a cultivator from another world with the third level of Jindan, can kill with one blow.

After two years of hard work, Lu Gao has already melted into his own spirit sword, turning his body into a sword.

It can be said that he has already completed the first level of Bingjian Jue.

After that, it is to continuously increase the power of the fused sword, and then the person and the sword will be promoted to a higher realm together.

The combination of swordsman and man is only the first stage of the sword art.

Lu Gao grew up rapidly, and the rest of the Jianmen disciples also had a leap in cultivation and combat power.

The taciturn He Xuanqi, with two swords in both hands, struck fiercely.

Yuanmu Qiuyu's swordsmanship has been cultivated to another level by him.

There are also several direct descendants of Jianmen, Song Qi, Qi Shisan, Su Shiba and others. Compared with two years ago, they have undergone earth-shaking changes.

At this time, they all had a calm demeanor, and their fighting spirit and sword spirit blended together.

Fighting for two years in the Fire Source Realm, against cultivators from other worlds with the same level of cultivation and combat prowess, wandering on the verge of life and death, as long as they survive, anyone will be reborn.

In the past two years, there were a total of more than five hundred elites from the Nine Profound Sword Sect entering the Fire Source Realm, and only three hundred survived.

Since you choose to be a sword repairer, you must be prepared to kill people with your sword.

A group of figures quietly gathered together, and the fighting spirit on their bodies gradually subsided.

Han Muye's eyes fell on Yang Mingxuan.

There was no one around Yang Mingxuan who was wearing a black robe.

Even if the evil spirit on his body subsides, it is still blazing.

This place is full of elite Nine Profound Sword Sect disciples, and they are generally in the realm, and some of them are about to touch the alchemy.

Song Qi and the others are all in the late Qishen stage.

This kind of cultivation is already comparable to the elders of the sect.

Among the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, Yang Mingxuan's cultivation at the third level of Tongmai Tongmai is not the highest, and even ranks behind.

But his combat power and record are definitely at the top.

In Lu Gaoxiu's Bingjian Jue, a person is a sword, and when rushing to kill, there is no worries at all.

Yang Mingxuan also practiced the Art of Soldiers and Swords, but the quality of the sword he fused was not comparable to that of Lu Gao, and the level of smelting was also much lower than that of Lu Gao.

But Yang Mingxuan insisted on killing all directions with his fearless fighting method.

Even Lu Gao said that this Yang Mingxuan was crazier than him when it came to killing.

In the past two years, Yang Mingxuan had fallen as many gold core experts as a palm.

The other masters who enlightened the spirit and pulsed the pulse immediately turned around and ran away when they encountered him.

Those cultivators from other worlds all called him the God of Death in Black Clothes.

Regarding Yang Mingxuan's state, Han Muye did not intervene.

Although the sword cultivator does not advocate the use of killing to gather combat power, Yang Mingxuan was surprised.

If Yang Mingxuan wants to stand out in the Nine Schools Grand Competition and fulfill Yang Dingshan's last wish, he must have the determination and methods of madness.

Seemingly aware of Han Muye's gaze, Yang Mingxuan raised his head with a stiff smile on his face.

Han Muye nodded, looked away, and looked at everyone standing below.

"Everyone, you have worked so hard to revive my Nine Profound prestige when the Nine Sects are rearranged."

"The two-year period has come, and it's time to leave."

When Han Muye's voice fell, everyone's eyes were filled with confusion.

Two years have passed?

Going back to Western Xinjiang, back to Jiuxuan Mountain?

I, in this secret realm, survived.

A strange emotion spread.

This is an indescribable emotion, with expectations, depression, desire to soar into the sky, and determination to run rampant with a sword.

After two years of painstaking training and constant killings, they were rearranged for the Nine Sects!

The sword intent rose suddenly!

Jian Guang, disperse Liuyun!

Han Muye turned his head and nodded to Patriarch Tao Ran.

Fighting spirit is available.

Glancing at the Elder of Fire Source Palace and others bowing in the distance, Han Muye raised his hand, and a ray of spiritual light turned into a beam of light, covering everyone below.

When it reappeared, it was already the old site of Lieyang Palace.

At this time, the old land of Lieyang Palace has changed its appearance.

Protected by formations one after another, the originally fiery red and scorched mountains became more verdant.

The broken walls and ruins were also cleaned up, and many palaces were built.

Zhehuatang completely changed careers and started a business.

Tang Yunhao will hand over most of the sword weapons in the Fire Source Realm to the people sent by Kong Chaode, but he can still keep some.

Dozens of hundreds of semi-spiritual artifacts are produced every year, worth two to three million spirit stones.

For the recent Xijiang, there is a shortage of such inexpensive swords.

These millions of spirit stones contributed to Tang Yunhao's position as the head of the Folding Flower Hall.

The Folding Flower Hall was also renamed the Setting Sun Sword Gate, meaning to inherit the inheritance of the Lieyang Palace.

Han Muye and the others returned from the teleportation place, and Tang Yunhao came to see them.

After half an hour, the three airships left quietly.

The flying boat kept going day and night, and after five days, it returned to the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

The elite disciples were resting on their own, while Han Muye led Lu Gao and Yang Mingxuan back to the Jiange.

Liu Hong, Lin Shen and others haven't seen Lu Gao and the others for two years, so they naturally set up a big table.

Lu Gao and Liu Hong went to the dining hall outside the outer gate, greeting each other all the way.

Lu Gao grinned.

When he passed by, someone whispered curiously: "Senior brother, who is this blind guy, and why is he with Senior Brother Liu Hong?"

Hearing this, the expression of the young man in the green robe of an outer disciple changed: "Bastard, you don't even know the name of Senior Brother Lu Gao? How dare you say that Senior Brother Lu is blind?"

Surrounded by stern gazes, the new disciple from the outer sect who was asking the question turned red and trembled all over.

"Senior Brother Lu, that's the gatekeeper of the Jiange Gate, a legend among my Jianmen handymen." A handyman student in a gray robe said in a low voice with a few buns in his hand.

"Senior Brother Lu guarded the Jiange to the death, his eyes were stabbed, and he did not take half a step back. This kind of loyalty and bravery are admired by all the disciples of the Sword Sect."

"Elder Jiange Han, that's a banished immortal from the way of the sword, existing like a celestial being."

"Sixth brother Huang, benevolence and righteousness are overwhelming."

"Senior brother Lu, you are unparalleled in loyalty and bravery."

"There is also Coach Lin, Senior Brother Liu..."

In the dining hall, it was suddenly hot.

The bloody battle at Lu Gao Jiange, the sixth elder brother Yunchao Ridge transformed into demons, Elder Han wiped out the demons alone...

Even though those new disciples have heard these stories, their blood still boils when they listen to them now.

"I really want to visit the Jiange..." A new disciple rubbed the steamed bun in front of him vigorously, and said in a low voice.

"Go to the Jiange?" The outer disciple opposite him laughed, "Okay, become the top 100 of the outer sect, go to the Jiange to get the sword, maybe you can get Elder Han's advice, soar to the sky."

One hundred in front of the outer gate.

In the eyes of those new disciples, there was a flame rising.

With the return of the Jianmen elite, Jiuxuan Mountain, which was originally quiet, suddenly became lively.

Inner door, outer door, all kinds of legends are exciting.

"I heard no, Tao Shihe, the thirty-seventh senior brother of the inner sect, his cultivation has exceeded the ground level, and his swordsmanship has split into a trace of sword intent." Someone rushed to the outer sect's Dharma teaching hall excitedly, and told the news he got.

"How did you know?"

"Brother Tao's younger brother and I worshiped under the Mumai Qingteng Zhai door, so naturally we know." The speaker's face was full of pride.

This drew envious looks.

"Big news, the tenth in the inner sect, Senior Brother Yuanmu Qiuyu Hexuanqi, promoted to the direct successor!"

In a magic building, someone roared wildly.

"Heirloom!"

"How could it be a direct inheritance? Isn't the inner sect going to do the true inheritance first?"

"No way, the sect has not included a direct biography for almost three years, the last one is Elder Jiange Han, right?"

A sound of discussion resounded in the performance building.

The direct lineage of the sect has indeed been seriously lacking recently, but it doesn't mean that it should be supplemented, right?

"Really, Senior Brother Yuanmu Qiuyu Hexuanqi used his sword in the Neimen Martial Arts Hall, and defeated three Jianmen Qishen deacon elders with one sword, and Mumai Supreme Elder Zhang Zhihe, who personally accepted disciples."

The voice fell, and there was silence in the magic building.

Defeated three Jianmen Qishen elders with one sword!

The combat power of such characters is of course eligible to become a direct successor!

"My Jianmen, is it about to be prosperous..."

After a long time, someone whispered.

On the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, in the main hall at this time, elders were sitting upright.

Han Muye sat in the seat where he was present at the beginning, but today there was no Tang Chi who was also present.

In the center of the hall, hundreds of Jianmen elites bowed and waited solemnly.

A moment later, Tuoba Cheng in a purple robe, and the silver-haired suzerain Jin Ze walked into the hall and stepped onto the high seat.

Jin Ze waved his hand, Tuoba Cheng nodded slightly, and took a step forward.

"Two years of sharpening your sword, is your sword sharp enough?"

His voice was indifferent, revealing the coercion of a great monk.

In the main hall, a monstrous pressure was overwhelming.

It's just that such a tyrannical force pressed down, but the hundreds of elite disciples didn't even move their brows.

Sword lights appeared one after another, resisting Tuoba Cheng's coercion.

Such a sword light, is it good enough?

Kanazawa, who was sitting upright, had a satisfied smile in his eyes.

All around, those Jianmen elders who were originally expressionless had different expressions.

The elites of Jianmen go to the Fire Source Realm to cultivate secretly. This matter is considered a secret among the upper echelons of Jianmen, but it is not a secret.

Speaking of secrets, this matter was presided over by Tuoba Cheng and the two Supreme Elders, Jiange Han Muye came forward to arrange it, and no outsiders knew about it.

But these elite disciples, in the final analysis, are all disciples of these elders in the hall, so how could they not know where they are going?

The moment they returned, they had already reported their experience in the past two years.

Patriarch Tao Ran sits in the town, fighting and killing practitioners from other worlds in the Fire Source Realm.

In two years, out of five hundred disciples, only three hundred returned.

These three hundred disciples can withstand the coercion of Tuoba Cheng, the most powerful swordsman, without saying a word or moving!

With this level of cultivation and fighting power, he is already a pillar of the Sword Sect!

Looking at these disciples who were silent and only resisted with sword light, Tuoba Cheng's pressure disappeared.

He looked down, and there was a vigorous aura in his eyes.

"Five hundred elites, only you return."

"You carry their hopes on your back."

"My Nine Profound Sword Sect has endured humiliation for thousands of years. Generations of elders of the Jiange broke their swords and died, and none of the elders of the sect can die well."

"In order not to arouse the fear of the Dazong of Western Xinjiang, Tao Ran's patriarch has expelled himself from the sect for decades."

"In order to eliminate the oppression of the three sects in Western Xinjiang, Elder Gao Changgong of Jiange damaged his soul sword."

"In front of Jiuxuan Mountain," Tuoba Cheng's voice contained a trace of fiery depression, "Sect Master Jinze shattered his golden elixir."

Looking at the elite disciples below, Tuobacheng said word by word, "Do you remember these?"

remember?

How can you not remember!

Among the elites in the sect, who doesn't witness the rise of the sect?

Which of these direct descendants who share honor and disgrace with the sect, the true biography, has not participated in several battles that are related to the life and death of the sect?

The bell on Jiuxuan Mountain rang again and again.

That short and sad bell was the last brilliance of the lives of every Jianmen disciple.

When the sword is broken, the soul returns.

With the Nine Profound Sword Gate and the Jiange Pavilion, their heroic spirits will have a home!

A vast aura rose from the hall.

This is fighting spirit.

As a sword cultivator, how could he not have the will to fight?

This vigorous fighting spirit is mighty and fierce, as if it is about to hit the hall above the head and tear apart the sky.

Seeing these scenes, all the elders sitting in the hall smiled and nodded.

Sword cultivators should have blood.

Tuoba Cheng glanced over and said with his hands behind his back: "The Zongmen Spiritual Land will be open for seven days, and the pills for improving the cultivation level of the Pill Hall can be received on demand."

"After seven days, ninety-five of you will be selected to participate in this nine faction rearrangement competition."

Pick only ninety-five?

Many disciples looked up, their eyes flashed with astonishment.

In the battle in the fire source world, everyone has a good idea of ​​who's cultivation base and combat power.

If only ninety-five are selected, then sixty percent of the hall will be eliminated.

After two years of hard work, life and death struggles, but they couldn't participate in the big competition of the rearrangement of the nine factions?

"Nine sects rearrange the big competition, and one sect only produces a hundred disciples." Sect Master Jinze, who was sitting at the head, suddenly said.

I see.

There is such a rule in this competition.

Many people showed regret on their faces.

"Don't think it's a missed opportunity if you don't have the opportunity to participate in the Nine Factions Rearrangement Competition." Tuoba Cheng looked down and said coldly: "This is to save your lives."

After his words fell, an old man in green robes sitting beside him stood up.

This person is Han Muye's acquaintance, Xu Linjin, the Elder of Zhanjian Hall.

"In the past two years of your cultivation in the secret place, I, Zhanjiantang, have spent a lot of money to inquire about other news."

Xu Linjin had a serious expression on his face.

"More than three hundred and twenty Zhanjiantang disciples and spies lost their lives because of this, and I, Jianmen, cannot justify their names."

Taking a deep breath, Xu Linjin slowly unfolded a scroll in his hand.

"The first direct descendant of the Taiyi Sword Sect, Feng Yuange, his swordsmanship has been half-stepped, and his aura is cultivated at the eighth level of enlightenment."

Half-step sword move!

The eighth level of enlightenment!

In the hall, the atmosphere sank.

With such combat power, one can fight above the fifth level of Golden Core!

Among the disciples in the hall, who dares to say that they have such combat power?

The faces of those direct descendants standing in front turned solemn.

"In order to find out Feng Yuange's combat power, a Qishen Ninth Layer Elder in my Zhanjian Hall died, and the three spies who passed on the news lost contact."

Looking across the hall, Xu Linjin looked down at the scroll in his hand.

"Seven sons of the Lingdao Sect, Xiaoming from Youya, each of us has tried it."

"Loss," Xu Linjin's voice trembled, "Thirty-two disciples have fallen."

"Lu Qingchen, the magical powers are good at earth veins, the art of turning dust, amazing skills, cultivation base, golden core."

"Lu Qingyuan, the wood system is extremely powerful. He once attacked and killed nine of my sword disciples with the technique of layering forests."

"Lu Qingxiao, the fire element is intensively cultivated, half-step golden elixir."

...

The seven sons of the Lingdao Sect, everyone is like a dragon, and the seven joined forces to strangle three hidden demon cultivators.

Duan Yihong, the sect of Infernal Dao, fought with the Cangshan Mountain on his back, and went retrograde for three thousand miles to kill the Jindan Daxiu, a demon clan who had fled into the western border.

Du Feng, the Taoist of Fengling Dao, turned wind with one sword, traveled thousands of miles, killed thirty-two evil cultivators, and went back and forth in one day.

Cai Peng, the white devil, refined two cities and slaughtered three sects in one day and night.

Wanyue, the young patriarch of the Yuehua Sword Sect, has swordsmanship to the point where the sky is full of the moon. With a single sword strike, the youth is swaying, and the world is as secluded as the world.

...

The information on the strength and strength of the younger generations in Xijiang is all on this piece of paper in Xu Linjin's hands.

This piece of paper was exchanged for the blood of hundreds of elder disciples in Jian Zhan Hall.

The purpose is to let these young elites in today's hall have a bottom of mind.

The purpose is to gain a chance in the battle between the nine sects rearranged.

The reason for this is the countless years of painstaking efforts of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, and it cannot be paid in vain.

It took Xu Linjin half an hour to finish telling the message on the scroll.

All the disciple elders exited the hall in silence.

The previously soaring fighting spirit was suppressed and slowly brewed.

Han Muye stayed behind.

It was Tuobacheng who asked him to stay.

"This time, I, the Nine Profound Sword Sect, must win the first place in the Nine Sects Competition."

In the empty hall, Tuoba Cheng looked at Han Muye and said in a deep voice.

First.

Han Muye looked up.

The white-haired Sect Master Jinze stood up and said softly, "The Lingdao Sect rewards the number one of the nine sects with a sword."

Looking at Han Muye, a trace of uncontrollable emotion flashed in Jin Ze's eyes: "That's the sword that Elder Zhu Shen, who cultivated the Sword Art in Jiange back then, melted into his body."

Han Muye stood up slowly, narrowing his eyes.