Double Major?

Is it meat or vegetarian?

Is it beautiful?

Han Muye opened his eyes, a little disappointed.

In front of him, there was only a three-foot long sword, which was gently horizontal in front of him, and the sword light was dim.

He sighed, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

Sword?

Covered in a spirit, he jumped up and got up, and there was no trace of sleepiness.

"Lang Jun, do you want to double cultivate?"

The elegant and indifferent voice came again.

Han Muye shrank on the wooden couch and said in a low voice: "Double cultivation with a sword, am I not a slut?" ”

"You think I'm a sword?" Qingya's voice exclaimed.

"Black iron is the edge, the sword body is two feet eight inches, the hilt is bronze moire, and there are three blood threads entangled."

"The sword weighs nine catties and five taels, and the sword blade's blood groove is half an inch deep."

"The sword body is forged by the method of a thousand forging hammers, and the quenching is made of——"

Han Muye's voice suddenly stopped.

A picture appeared in front of him.

The longsword, which had been tempered for thousands of years, was clamped with iron tongs, and then slowly inserted into the heart of a girl in green.

"The girl's heart is tempered, this method is not the right way to refine the sword......

Han Muye muttered softly.

Comprehension of the art of blood refinery.

The long sword shook slightly, and a trace of sword light trembled on it, as if it was an emotional fluctuation, and then the sword blade turned and stabbed towards Han Muye's chest.

At this moment, an old cough suddenly came from next door.

The sword fell on the couch with a thud.

"What's the big night tossing? Go to bed. Huang Laoliu's voice came.

Han Muye, who was shocked into a cold sweat, stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the long sword in front of him.

"Boom-"

In his mind, pictures unfolded.

The sword light in the hand of a young man dressed in white was like a swimming dragon, and each sword light carried an explosive cold light.

Above the blade of the sword, there is a bloody bloom.

That's a life being harvested.

"Yun'er, hand over Yun'er!"

The young man roared, the sword in his hand, so fast that only the phantom remained.

He fought from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and was finally stopped by an old man in a linen robe.

"Hehe, the eighth in the outer gate of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, there are indeed some means."

A cold color flashed on the old man's face, and a long-handled war knife in his hand was horizontal in front of him.

"You're looking for her, aren't you?"

The old man raised his finger to the front, and there, there was a young girl in green with tears on her face, and she couldn't help but shake her head as she looked at the young man.

"Yun'er! Let go of my sister—"

The young man roared wildly and flew up.

It's just that his figure was stopped by a short sword that slung across the girl's neck.

"Epoch Moment, hand over the sword in your hand."

"Otherwise, you'll only get her body." The masked man standing beside the girl spoke lightly.

"Brother, you go quickly-"

"You leave me alone—"

The girl burst into tears.

"Don't you just want this Xuanyang Sword?" The young man named Ji Yuan swept his gaze over the old man in Mai, and then looked at the black-clothed man in front of him: "Take it." ”

He raised his hand and threw his long sword out.

At the moment when he threw out the long sword, the old man in sackcloth flew out, and the long knife in his hand slashed down at his head.

The young man who did not have a long sword in his hand retreated one after another, and in the end, fell off the cliff.

The epoch fell off the cliff, the green-clothed girl looked desperate, and the black-clothed masked man stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the long sword thrown by the epoch, and a chill appeared in his eyes.

"This is not the Xuanyang Sword!"

"How is it possible, without the Xuanyang Sword, how can he kill the Snow Spirit Fox?" The expression on the face of the old man in Mai changed.

"Could it be that he really cultivated with his kendo talent?"

The black-clothed masked man snorted coldly, reached out and grabbed the green-clothed girl and left.

The picture after that repeats the picture of refining the long sword with the blood of the girl's heart.

But what was tempered was the long sword that the epoch had thrown down.

The long sword that had slain the demon fox was re-smelted and tempered with the blood of the girl's heart.

This sword carries the treachery of the demon fox and the resentment of the girl.

Therefore, this sword will suck the blood of the people.

The picture in front of Han Muye's eyes dissipated, and a breath penetrated into his body from the long sword.

Unlike the faint aura in the long sword during the day, this time, the aura in the long sword was thick and long, flowing along the veins of his body, and finally fell silent.

He could feel a subtle change in his body, but he couldn't speak.

"Xuanyuan swordsmanship, one leaf."

Closing his eyes, the sword moves that Era wielded finally froze, and then turned into a sword move that went back and forth.

This trick is called a leaf.

"Why is this sword in the Sword Pavilion?"

"Epoch time, is it life or death?"

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Han Muye's heart was full of questions.

When he walked out of the quiet room on the second day, Huang Lao Liu saw Han Muye, looked up and down, and his face was full of suspicion.

"Okay, I wasn't squeezed out last night."

Han Muye in front of him was radiant, without a trace of exhaustion.

Han Muye smiled and arched his hand: "Thank you Sixth Brother for coming to the rescue." ”

"The ...... of the sword"

"You'll send your sword back later." Huang Lao Liu waved his hand, and muttered as he walked: "It seems that he is also a hard life, maybe he can really stay in the Sword Pavilion for a long time......"

In the morning, Huang Laoliu told Han Muye to guard the Sword Pavilion and go to the bottom of the mountain to get some wine.

According to Huang Lao Liu, if you don't drink some wine, you will be noisy and can't sleep at night.

Waiting for Huang Lao Liu to leave, Han Muye looked at the long swords on the wooden frames, his eyes lit up.

He walked over, reached out and grabbed the hilt of a long sword, and twitched it slightly.

Unlike yesterday's long sword, which did not move at all, the long sword was pulled out with a bang, and the cold light flashed on the blade.

There was a hint of intimacy coming from the sword.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, and it all comes from the breath that was poured into the body last night.

It seemed that this aura was circulating in his body, and the long sword regarded himself as a relative.

"The sword is three feet and one inch long, weighs thirteen pounds and eight taels, and the blade of the sword is four inches wide and two inches thick."

"Tempered by a thousand hammers, quenched with the water of a thousand years of cold pool."

Holding the long sword in his hand, Han Muye's arm gently reached out.

"Whoa—"

The blade of the sword shook, like a cyan fallen leaf fluttering, with nowhere to fall, swirling chaotically.

Before this fallen leaf, the opponent had nowhere to focus and could not catch the traces in it.

Xuanyuan swordsmanship, a leaf.

This is the swordsmanship that Han Muye comprehended from the long sword last night.

"Because of the full level of comprehension, I not only comprehended this move, but also saw through the artistic conception of this move, so I can make this move more unpredictable than in the hands of the era?"

Han Muye could feel that his sword would not be able to be used even by the era.

It's a pity that he has no cultivation on his body, he has no swordsmanship, and he really wants to fight against others, I'm afraid that the long sword has not been handed out, and others have already cut off their long sword.

The world's martial arts are invincible, only fast and unbreakable, without the blessing of cultivation, speed and strength cannot be displayed at all.

However, there is no hurry to practice, I have already entered the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, and I am afraid that I will not have the opportunity to practice?

Returning the long sword to the sheath, Han Muye reached out and grabbed the hilt of the other sword.

A longsword was drawn, and he could see through all the secrets hidden in them.

Unconsciously, a faint breath melted into his body.

He also learned several ways to forge swords.

These long swords were unused, and there were no traces of the sword owner's cultivation in them.

Perhaps, those swords that have been used by people can be found in them?

Han Muye raised his head and walked towards the front of the wooden frame, and in the morning he had placed the sword in the room in front of him.

Around that sword, there should be long swords that have been used.

"Disciple Jiang Han, come to the Sword Pavilion to receive a long sword."

Suddenly, a voice came from the door of the Sword Pavilion.

Disciple leading the sword?

This is one of the main businesses of the Sword Pavilion.

According to Huang Laoliu, it is also the business with the most oil and water.

Han Muye turned around and walked to the front of the pavilion, stood with his head down, and said lightly: "The rules of the Sword Pavilion, lead the sword to bathe and change clothes first, burn incense and meditate, and be vegetarian for ten days." ”

"The Essentials Sword—"

After a pause, he waved his hand and said, "Come in." ”

The disciple in the green robe at the foot of the stone steps spread out his hands, and in the palm of his hand were three crystal spirit stones.