In Han Muye's mind, scenes emerged.

Under the green pines and green bamboos, a young Taoist in a green robe held a long sword, one sword after another, and the sword light flowed back and forth.

This swordsmanship is smooth and concise.

From youth to middle age, to gray hair.

The sword light constantly flows vertically and horizontally, from simple to cumbersome, and from cumbersome to concise.

Comprehend Xuanyuan swordsmanship, golden thread.

Comprehend a mysterious swordsmanship and melt gold.

Comprehend the two Xuan swordsmanship and point gold.

Comprehend the three mystical swordsmanship and break gold.

In addition to the Erxuan swordsmanship, there are several other gold-based swordsmanship, all of which are new enlightenment.

It can be seen that the owner of this sword is cultivating the golden lineage swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship is profound.

It's just that a strong man in the realm has only cultivated the Three Xuan Sword Technique?

With his cultivation, at least he should cultivate the four mysteries.

Han Muye went upstairs with his sword, and suddenly paused.

In the picture in his mind, the Taoist who was originally concise in swordsmanship suddenly had sharp sword moves, and every move and style changed greatly.

Sword moves, killing intent Ling Ran.

Comprehend the four spirit swordsmanship of the Tailing Sword Sect and kill it.

The swordsmanship of the Tailing Sword Sect!

This is not the hostile sect of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect?

Deacon Zhou Yan of the Battle Sword Hall, didn't he die at the hands of the Tailing Sword Sect?

"The swordsmanship of our Tailing Sword Sect pays more attention to the condensation of essence and spirit than that of your Nine Xuan Sword Sect, so if you cultivate my Tailing Sword Sect's swordsmanship, you will have a chance to break through."

"Don't worry, in this world, no one knows that you have cultivated the Tailing Sword Sect swordsmanship."

"You and my brother, I'm going to hurt you?"

In the picture, a young man with a short beard in a green robe smiles.

The sword light in his hand was shining, and it was the four spirit swordsmanship that cleared the kill.

"Qin Yuanhe, what you are looking for is in the Sword Pavilion, as long as I break through, I will help you get it."

"From now on, we will be clear."

There was a hint of hesitation in the old man's voice, and he finally turned to leave.

The picture is broken here.

Qin Yuanhe?

That master of the Tailing Sword Sect, the person who killed Deacon Zhou Yan?

What are they looking for?

The things in the Sword Pavilion have been taken away?

Zhou Yan was killed, what is the mystery of the dispute between the Nine Xuan Sword Sect and the Tailing Sword Sect?

After seeing the picture, Han Muzhi had more doubts in his heart.

A sharp aura ran down his palm and into his body.

The sword qi will really hurt the body, and at this moment, he is aware of it.

He could feel the meridians of his body as if they had been scraped by a blade, and the slightest stinging pain went straight into his heart.

However, in an instant, there was a cyan ice sword intent in the illusory space that penetrated into the meridians, smoothing out all the stinging pain.

Can sword qi hurt the body, but can it also nourish the body?

With too little understanding of sword qi, Han Muye didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

A cloud of golden sword qi landed in the illusory space.

On top of this sword qi, there are also wisps of blue-black sword qi, intertwined with each other.

This sword qi didn't seem to have gathered enough of the 128,000 numbers, and it hadn't been condensed into sword intent, which was a little weaker than the other fourteen sword intents in the illusory space.

At this time, Han Muye had already stepped on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, standing in front of the rows of wooden frames.

An endless sharp and cold aura rushed to the face.

The sword qi on the second floor of this Sword Pavilion is many times sharper and colder than the first floor of the Sword Pavilion!

Two phantoms of green bulls appeared around him.

But before the phantom condensed, it was directly shattered by the sword qi.

The sword qi rushed towards his body, as if it was about to tear him to pieces!

Escape!

If you don't escape, you will be killed by these sword qi!

Han Mu's ambition had such a thought in his mind.

In his head, there seemed to be a voice ringing, urging him to turn around and run.

But his footsteps did not move in the slightest.

The hand holding the long sword was slowly clenched, and there was a surging light in Han Muye's eyes.

The fiery red sword intent in the illusory space in his chest and abdomen exploded directly.

The fiery aura rushed all over the body, the meridians and limbs were filled in an instant, and wisps of flame-like aura floated out from Han Muye's body.

On the second floor, the sword reverberate.

All the sword qi that rushed towards him dissipated.

"What a bunch of naughty little guys......"

The flames melted, the meridians of his limbs were sore, Han Muye shook his head and whispered.

Obviously, the sword weapons on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion were not only sharp, but also violent, and they were not as docile as the first floor at all.

In order to be recognized by these swords, you must show the strength to convince them.

Tao Ran's sword intent is a testament to his strength.

Moving forward, there is no sword qi anymore, and it seems that they are all obedient.

Finding an empty position, Han Muye put the long sword in his hand away.

"Five-eight-six-nine, Ming Feng."

Zhou Yan saber, Ming Feng.

Turning, he walked back.

After only a few steps, he suddenly paused, and then slowly turned around.

Looking at the rows of wooden shelves in front of him, Han Muye had a smile on his face.

If it is not recruited by the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion, it is not allowed to go to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion until it has been ten years old.

This time I went to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, but it was a good opportunity!

Raising his hand, he pressed the hilt of a long sword.

"Cangchang—"

The sword was drawn.

Pictures flashed in Han Muye's mind.

One by one, swordsmanship was comprehended.

He raised his hand and gripped the hilt of another long sword.

……

When Han Muye woke up, it was already noon.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the walls of the quiet room and Huang Laoliu's anxious face.

"Sixth Brother ......"

Slowly getting up, in addition to feeling his body swelling, his head was buzzing, and the sky was spinning.

"Lie down, lie down." Huang Lao Liu hurriedly stretched out his hand and held down Han Muye.

"Hey, the sword qi on the second floor is too fierce......" His gaze fell on Han Muye's face, and Huang Lao Liu couldn't bear to turn his head.

"You can rest well." Patting Han Muye's shoulder, Huang Lao Liu turned around and walked out.

On the wooden couch, Han Muye sat up slowly, recalled the situation in the morning, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

I still despise these swords too much.

Practice, life, joys and sorrows, and understanding.

When I was on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, I didn't think that on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, every long sword with a master was the life of a strong person in the realm.

Sword qi is only secondary, those long swords treasure the life picture of every sword cultivator.

Just now, when Han Muye felt the tenth long sword, his mind suddenly tingled, and then he lost consciousness.

Now that I think about it, I must have felt too much in a short period of time, and my mental strength was not enough.

"The ignorant are meaningless......"

With a soft sigh, he slowly got up and got out of bed.

In the future, we must make up for our cultivation knowledge.

Otherwise, I don't know how I died.

Standing in front of the door of the quiet room, a smile appeared on Han Muye's pale face.

Danger is often accompanied by harvest.

At this time, ten more brilliant sword intents appeared in the illusory space of his chest and abdomen, slowly rotating around the fiery red sword intent in the middle.

In addition to sword intent, he had also comprehended the swordsmanship of ten realm powerhouses.

Five kinds of four swordsmanship.

Thirteen kinds of three-dimensional swordsmanship.

There are 30 kinds of 2. Xuanjian techniques.

There are eighty-two kinds of swordsmanship.

Xuanyuan swordsmanship, five kinds.

Those realm powerhouses have almost forgotten all about Xuanyuan swordsmanship.

Han Muye walked out of the quiet room, and Huang Laoliu, who was sitting in front of the long case in a daze, raised his head.

"You, didn't I let you have a good rest?"

Han Muye shook his head and said in a low voice, "I'll go to Dantang." ”

I promised Mu Wan before that I would help her understand the art of alchemy.

Huang Lao Liu opened his mouth, and finally nodded and said, "It's okay, let's go." ”

As he spoke, he said again, "Is there enough spirit stones?" ”

Han Muye laughed and looked at him: "Sixth brother, you still borrow my spirit stone?" Aren't you afraid that I'll die? ”