Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The dripping and spinning wine glass instantly became the focus of everyone.

Zhao Minghe stepped forward with one step, the sword in his hand was out of its sheath.

The original smile on the face of the female stylist in front of her completely subsided, and with a flip of her palm, a jade-colored flute appeared.

With a swipe of the hole flute, a rippling emerald green water stood in front of him.

Water pulse method.

This method is proficient, not only one's own technique, but also a matching magic weapon.

Experts will know if there is any.

No one in Donggu City's younger generation can break the blow of the hole flute in front of him.

At this time, all the people in the hall had different expressions on their faces, and they all set their eyes on Zhao Minghe.

Can this sword break through this defense?

Han Muye's expression was indifferent, his eyes swept over.

Taoist Yunting above the main hall is naturally a sword cultivator, and his cultivation is not bad. The old man sitting opposite him is also a half-step fairyland.

Not only that, among the people from Mo Chu, at least three are half-step people from the fairyland.

Mo Chu's strength is far inferior to that of Tiantang and Xuanqin, so there are so many masters gathered in Donggu City, maybe there is something wrong with this in itself?

Han Muye's eyes swept to the back of the Mo Chu caravan, and a gleam of divine light flashed in his eyes.

really.

Among Mo Chu's people, there is actually a hidden cultivation, at least he is also a strong man in the late stage of human immortality.

For the Hulingxu Realm, such a cultivation base is already rare.

What's more, in the current situation in the ruins world, people above the immortals are basically in the 30,000-mile battlefield or places like Lingxiao Tiangong.

If it is not necessary, it is impossible for immortals to appear in the rivers and lakes.

"when--"

In the middle of the lobby, there was a loud noise.

Zhao Minghe's long sword pierced the light curtain in front of the female cultivator.

The light curtain was directly torn apart, and then the sword's edge touched the hole Xiao.

Dong Xiao couldn't resist, and was pressed against the nun's chest by the long sword, rising and falling with her breath.

a sword.

Zhao Minghe slowly withdrew his sword, and said flatly: "I have accepted it."

After finishing speaking, he walked slowly back to his seat, reached out to pick up the wine glass that was still spinning, and drank it down in one gulp.

Taoist Yunting sitting on the top of the main hall laughed loudly, and pointed at Zhao Minghe: "Minghe, your swordsmanship has improved again."

Who knows if he has grown up?

At this time, Taoist Yunting said this just to show that he was close to Zhao Minghe.

Zhao Minghe stood up, cupped his hands and said, "My sword pool inheritance is extensive and profound, and there are countless strong people in the sect like Master Yunting's uncle, so this little skill of this disciple is nothing."

These words were beautiful, not only praised his own sect, but also praised Taoist Yunting, and quietly belittled people from Mo Chulai.

Even if you can't accept this insignificant method, then you are even less insignificant.

Taoist Yunting laughed with satisfaction, and the practitioners who sat with him in Donggu City in the main hall also showed relaxed expressions on their faces.

In any case, it was a comeback.

The female cultivator on the opposite side slowly retracted the flute, glanced at Zhao Minghe, turned around and walked back to her place.

Han Muye's eyes paused on this female cultivator, and glanced at the hole flute in her hand.

Taoist Yun Ting picked up the wine glass and toasted again with a smile. Immediately, the original dullness in the hall dissipated.

The banquet continued, and the people of Mo Chu stopped talking about the competition.

When the banquet was over, Zhao Minghe and the others stood up and left. Taoist Yunting delivered it, and then ordered someone to deliver a box of spirit stones.

This is considered a reward, and Zhao Minghe is not polite.

On the second day, when Han Muye and the others left Donggu City, they heard that the Mo Chu caravan had already left last night.

"I guess it was hit by Brother Minghe's sword?" A Jianchi disciple in black clothes shook his head and chuckled.

Practitioners are all arrogant, last night Zhao Minghe let Mo Chu see the background of Jianchi with a single sword strike.

Perhaps Mo Chu's people felt powerless to compete with Jianchi and left early?

In the carriage, Han Muye's eyes revealed a gleam.

The convoy moved forward, and soon after leaving Donggu City, they stepped into the land of Mo Chu.

Different from the prosperity of Tiantang, Mochu is obviously desolate and barren.

There is no way, no one can be prosperous if there are endless wars.

Along the way, the caravan encountered many thugs who robbed their way, and among them were people wearing armor, who were obviously members of Mo Chu's regular army.

There was even an army siege.

Fortunately, whether it is Zhao Minghe or other Jianchi disciples, they are all elites among the elites.

With their combat power, as long as they are not really strong, they will be safe and sound.

As for those real powerhouses, who has the nerve to rob Dao?

The convoy moved forward and entered the hinterland of Mo Chu.

This is already the edge of the East China Sea.

At this moment, a message came.

The remnant forces of Mo Chu were in conflict, most of the royal family of Mo Chu were killed, and many practitioners who had never seen before appeared and took charge of the places where Mo Chu forces lived.

"We don't care about Mo Chu's affairs, but facing Haicheng, it is now being taken over by those practitioners who don't know where they came from." Zhao Minghe, who was riding on the Gale Horse, turned his head, with a serious expression on his face.

Linhai City is the passage leading to the fairy island in the East China Sea and the battlefield of the two realms thirty thousand miles away.

The occupation of Linhai City will hinder the progress of all parties.

"Now it depends on whether the forces occupying Linhai City are willing to continue to support the operation of the battlefield between the two worlds, or," beside Zhao Minghe, a young man with a long sword hanging on his waist turned his head, "or are they originally Ling People from the Dragon Realm."

People from Linglong Realm.

Everyone has a serious look on their faces.

If the other party is from Linglong Realm, then this time I am afraid it will be a lot of trouble.

"Be alert." Zhao Minghe glanced at the rear frame, lowered his voice, "Remember our duty."

The other Jianchi disciples looked at each other and nodded.

As the convoy moved forward, they encountered many fleeing civilians and some defeated soldiers on the way.

From time to time, some panicked caravans would turn back.

"Don't go to Linhai City. Martial law over there, it is said that it will not be opened until the chaos is settled."

"Hey, they do kill people, no matter where you say they come from."

"It's over, Linhai City is in complete chaos, and I don't know what's going on at Xiandao..."

The news that came made everyone realize that it might be a bit difficult to enter the East China Sea this time.

"Brother Zhao, why don't we wait?"

A Jianchi disciple looked at Zhao Minghe.

Zhao Minghe raised his head and looked in the direction of the frame, a gleam of light flickered in his eyes.

Frame orientation does not respond.

"Keep going." He said lightly, and galloped forward.

The others glanced at each other and rushed forward with their heads down.

In half a day, Linhai City was in sight.

The huge city is surrounded by golden pillars of light that soar into the sky.

Only through the large teleportation formation from this place can we directly enter the Immortal Island, and then transfer to the 30,000-mile battlefield.

"Who? Martial law in Linhai City, no entry or exit—"

In front of the convoy, there was a voice.

A golden armored general with a long spear stood there, and behind him was a group of soldiers in the same armor.

The aura emanating from these people is extremely dignified and vigorous.

At least the cultivation base is in the Earth Realm, or even half-step Heaven Realm.

A random team of guards is so strong, what kind of force is occupying Linhai City?

"My lords, we are the caravan of Qilin Pavilion. The shopkeeper has already ordered a batch of goods, which need to be sent to the island urgently."

Zhao Minghe cupped his hands towards the group of generals, with a slight smile on his face: "I hope you will accommodate me."

Qilin Pavilion is a large force composed of dozens of casual cultivators on a fairy island under the rule of Lingxiao Tiangong.

Although they are casual cultivators, there are also immortals among these people, even those in the heavenly realm.

"People from Qilin Pavilion?" The army leader on the opposite side set his eyes on Zhao Minghe, and then looked back.

He glanced over, and said loudly: "The people of Qilin Pavilion can enter the city, and the three of you are in the city."

The three pavilion masters are in the city?

What does it mean?

Zhao Minghe was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face immediately turned into surprise.

"Is the Juliang Pavilion Master in the city? That's even better. Send the supplies to him, and my task will be considered complete."

The golden-armored general on the opposite side didn't speak, but waved his hand to let the soldiers behind him get out of the way.

As the convoy moved forward, the smile on Zhao Minghe's face gradually faded.

"Be careful." He whispered softly.

Everyone behind him nodded unobtrusively.

In the carriage, Gu Chengming and Guo Lang also looked at each other, then quietly moved a little to Han Muye's side.

The frame moves forward and enters the city.

Along the way above the city wall, one after another bodies can be seen being hoisted.

On the ground, there were messy bloodstains.

The people who occupy Linhai City have caused a lot of killings here.

As the convoy traveled several miles, Zhao Minghe suddenly raised his hand, and everyone froze.

Ahead, in the middle of the road, stood a big man holding a long knife, and behind him, teams of armored soldiers stood in battle formation.

"Are you from the Kirin Pavilion?"

The big man's eyes fell on Zhao Minghe, and he spoke loudly.

Zhao Minghe nodded.

The big man smiled, raised the long knife in his hand, and pointed to the rear of the convoy: "You three pavilion masters were hung three miles away, and you didn't see it?"

The three pavilion masters were hung three miles away!

This sentence made everyone in the team change their expressions.

Zhao Minghe flew up and thrust out the long sword in his hand.

"rush--"

He let out a low cry, and a group of Jianchi disciples rushed forward protecting the frame.

Everyone pressed the hilt of the sword with their hands, and the sword intent condensed on their bodies.

"I know that you are not from the Qilin Pavilion." The big man with the knife smiled and slashed at Zhao Minghe.

"The people from Jianchi, right?"

"Don't leave when you come!"

The long knife was shining with golden light, and it slashed at the edge of Zhao Minghe's long sword, causing the light of the sword to vibrate.

The sword light collided with the knife light, and the surrounding ten-foot space was turbulent like water waves.

Zhao Minghe's figure flew backwards, retreating three feet, his figure was like a flying swallow turning back, and fell down again.

The long sword stabbed out again, and the edge of the sword turned into thousands of streamers.

"Good method!"

The big man with the knife shouted, and with a wave of the knife in his hand, the soldiers in the army formation behind him stepped out.

A golden beam of light blocked the front of the sword, and Zhao Minghe's long sword pierced the beam of light, shaking slightly.

"Sword Formation—" Zhao Minghe shouted without hesitation.

The five Jianchi disciples behind him rushed forward, and the edge of the sword thrust out, matching the light of the sword he thrust out.

Suddenly, the sword light shone, forming a burst of streamer.

The beam of light that resisted before was turbulent and finally shattered.

The convoy rushed towards the army formation. The big man with a knife gritted his teeth and flew to one side to avoid it.

Streams of light tore apart the army formation, and those soldiers were either killed or picked away.

In the frame, Han Muye suddenly stretched out his hand and made a move.

A broken long knife fell into his hand.

A faint stream of light flashed over the blade.

There was a deep divine light in his eyes.

"People from Zhoutian God Realm..."

Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye looked out of the car window.

I really didn't expect that in the battle to annex the Ruins Realm, there was actually the shadow of the Zhoutian God Realm.

After Linglong Realm, people from the God Realm took action.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes as he watched the figures being picked up one after another outside the window.

After all, it is the God Realm, and I still underestimated the other party.

Over the years, it seems that the God Realm is also quietly making arrangements.

You know, the Ruins Realm is also one of the starting points of this universe's calamity.

Since there is no way to prevent the amount of robbery, then be the party that promotes the amount of robbery and hold the initiative in your hands.

Han Muye admitted that the plan of God Realm does have some truth.

It's just that they still underestimated a little.

That was him, Han Muye.

It seems that after finding Mu Wan, he needs to go to the Great Desolate Ruins Realm and several other big ruins realms.

Especially the one after the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, the Great Desolate Ruins Realm that he was shocked by even looking at it.

Will Zhou Tian God Realm attract Hong Huang's attention?

It would be interesting if it was really laid out in the wild.

Phoenix, Canglong, Nielong, including Youying, these prehistoric overlords have all returned to the prehistoric!

The convoy moved forward rapidly, rushing to a golden pillar of light supporting the sky.

This beam of light is the transmission light array sent to Xiandao.

"You escort the three senior brothers to go first." Zhao Minghe stood in front of the beam of light with his sword in his hand, and turned to look at a large number of soldiers rushing to the formation, as well as several figures in Taoist robes flying from the sky.

Several Jianchi disciples protected the frame and rushed towards the beam of light.

At this moment, there was a shouting voice: "Friends of Jianchi Daoist, please protect me, Princess Moli of Mo Chu's lineage, to leave!"

The sound resounded, and a Taoist in a green robe, covered in blood, rushed towards him.

He carried a fainted female cultivator in his hand, and behind him were two strong men from the half-step fairyland, who shot with all their strength to block the chasing figure.

Zhao Minghe narrowed his eyes.

He had seen that nun before.

It was the one who fought against him in Donggucheng.

Han Muye raised his head, his expression unchanged.

The person who flew to the fairyland was the one hidden in Donggu City.

It turned out to be an offering from the Mo Chu royal family.

"Let's go, the mission is important!" Zhao Minghe shouted in a low voice.

A group of disciples in the rear looked at each other, hurriedly guarding the frame and rushing into the beam of light.

If it was any other time, Zhao Minghe might have rescued him, but at this time, as he said, the task is important.

"Save people."

A voice suddenly sounded from the frame.

Everyone was taken aback.

Zhao Minghe was also taken aback.

This is Han Muye's voice.

"Canglang—"

Gu Chengming, who was sitting beside Han Muye, flew up without the slightest hesitation, with the long sword out of its sheath in his hand.

The sword light directly turned into a hundred feet, and a single sword cut down the stars, bringing out a howling wind like a sea tide.

When the sword came out, the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth were shocked!

Immortals can't block this sword!

As soon as the sword light fell, those who besieged the enshrined Mo Chu all retreated and avoided.

Gu Chengming's figure fell on the square in front of him, each with a sword, like a pillar of heaven.

"Thank you."

The priest of Mo Chu whispered in surprise, and then rushed towards the beam of light with the female cultivator and a few people behind him.

They had just reached the beam of light when Han Muye's voice sounded from the frame.

"Who gave that hole flute?"

The person who was walking fast was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on the flute on Mo Li's waist.

"This thing was given to the princess by Princess Moyue."

In the carriage frame, Han Muye sat upright and opened the curtains.

There was a deep divine light in his eyes, and he looked at the immortal.

"Princess Moyue, where are you?"

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