The record on this half-volume sword technique is simple, refining a sword weapon that is at least the level of a spiritual weapon, and then relying on this sword completely, the qi, blood, spirit, and even spiritual energy are used to nourish this sword.

This is a real human-sword unity.

The advantage is that it can quickly improve cultivation and combat power.

The disadvantage is that the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead.

There is only half a scroll of sword tricks, and the second half of the long sword of how to make the spirit weapon does not exist.

Such a sword trick is difficult to deduce later.

Unless, get that half of the sword technique back.

I'm afraid this matter is not much easier than deriving the sword technique.

Putting back the sword technique, Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

The elder of the Sword Pavilion explained in the middle of the jade slip that once he fell and the Sword Pavilion shook, he would quickly go to the place where the Nine Xuan Sword was suppressed.

After communicating with the Nine Xuan Sword with the sword cultivation technique, he has the power of the Sword Pavilion Formation to protect himself, and he can borrow the power of the Nine Xuan Sword in the Sword Pavilion inside and outside the Sword Pavilion.

Only in this way can we ensure our own safety.

Even if it is Jiuxuan Mountain, it is not a good place.

If you can be one of the nine major factions in Western Xinjiang, how can it be a good land.

Turning his head to look at the three swords on the wooden frame, a glimmer of light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.

There is no Xuanyang Sword in the world.

This is what the Sword Pavilion Elder said.

What it means, Han Muye hasn't figured it out yet.

The broken beam of the sword weapon is the reason why the Tailing Sword Sect besieged and killed the Fire Vein Elder Su Yuan this time.

Han Muye wanted to send this sword to the Sword Pavilion Elder to return.

But this is not possible.

No one will say yes.

That somewhat strange sword weapon, the Sword Pavilion Elder has an explanation.

If he doesn't come back, he will send this sword weapon back to the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

The demon clan's blood, divine soul contaminated in this sword can appease the big demon suppressed by the Nine Xuan Sword.

When Han Muye's divine soul condensed the sword, he would have the qualifications not to be harmed by that big demon.

Looking at these three sword weapons, Han Muye reached out and reached for the hilt of the sheathed long sword.

Why did the Sword Pavilion Elder say that there was no Xuanyang Sword in the world?

"The Sword Pavilion is important, and non-sword disciples are not allowed to enter."

Downstairs, Lu Gao's voice came from the door of the Sword Pavilion.

Someone coming?

Han Muye withdrew his hand, straightened his clothes, and walked down to the third floor.

"Senior brother, we are here to lead the sword."

At the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, a voice sounded, a little hoarse, to Han Muye's ears, it seemed that he had heard it somewhere.

"Outer door clothes, why haven't I seen them." Lu Gao's voice raised a few points, and he shouted, "Don't be someone from a foreign sect pretending, right?" ”

Waizong?

Impersonating?

Han Muye was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his face changed drastically.

Qin Yuanhe!

That hoarse voice is Qin Yuanhe!

Tailing Sword Sect Qin Yuanhe!

"The trick is so smart, then dig it." In front of the Sword Pavilion, a cold voice sounded.

"Brother Lu, be careful!"

Han Muye rushed downstairs with an arrow step.

When he rushed to the first floor and stepped out of the Sword Pavilion, the scene in front of him made his sword qi instantly messy.

On the stone steps in front of the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao's face was covered with blood, his eyes were only hollow, and his hands were tightly grasping the door frame.

In front of the stone steps, two people in green robes stood side by side, and one of them had blood on his hands.

"Brother Han, hurry, go quickly, I'll guard this door." Lu Gao gritted his teeth and roared, his arms fluttering.

The position of his eyes, the bleeding does not stop!

Han Muye only felt that his blood was about to explode, he reached out to support Lu Gao's arm, and clenched it hard: "Brother Lu, I'm here." ”

Lu Gao grinned, wanting to break free of his palm: "Brother Han, I'll guard." ”

Han Muye turned his head, gritted his teeth, and looked at the two people under the stone steps.

"Qin Yuanhe, you are here, looking for death."

On his body, sword qi and sword intent were intertwined.

Behind him, the golden light that flashed on the Sword Pavilion began to vibrate.

"Acquaintance?"

"Senior Brother Qin, you really have a lot of acquaintances in the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, isn't that the Zhou Yan that Senior Brother Ge killed last time?"

"This one, why don't you do it yourself?"

The green-robed man with blood stains on his hands raised his eyes to look at Han Muye and sneered.

On his side, Qin Yuanhe, who was also wearing the robe of a disciple of the outer sect of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect and carrying a long cloth bag on his back, his face changed, and he stared at Han Muye and whispered, "It's you?" ”

"Boom-"

At the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, there was a roar.

Then a halo of light rose.

The dense golden halo outside the Sword Pavilion vibrated and seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.

"Don't bother, the dead over there have already stormed the spiritual land, and there is not much time left for us." The green-robed man on Qin Yuanhe's side drank lowly.

Hearing his words, Qin Yuanhe's body moved, turned around and left!

Instead of rushing into the Sword Pavilion, he turned around and ran!

The green-robed man's face changed, and he was just about to scold, when he saw Han Muye in front of the Sword Pavilion raise his hand.

"Thorn-"

A sword light flew out and turned into a terrible moon!

Flying swords.

Spiritual weapons.

Sword intent.

How could there be such a person in the Sword Pavilion?

Didn't Senior Brother Ge say that all the obstacles had been removed?

In the Sword Pavilion, how could there be a strong person who condensed the sword intent and made the spirit weapon flying sword?

It was his last thought.

The sword light slashed across his neck, bringing a gush of hot blood.

Anyone who dares to hurt Lu Gao, Han Muye will be killed.

Qin Yuanhe, who was running out of ten zhang away, stopped.

A small sword of a ruler length hung in front of him.

"I really didn't expect you to be in this Sword Pavilion."

"It's really better to count people than ......"

Qin Yuanhe stretched out his hand, held the cloth bag behind his back, and then slowly pulled it out.

It was a miserable white sword.

The white bone is the handle, and the white bone is the blade.

Qin Yuanhe's figure disappeared in place.

The miserable white sword light appeared from Han Muye's left side.

"Thorn-"

The small sword of the moon blocked the miserable white blade, and then with a shock, it quickly retreated.

Qin Yuanhe, who was holding a white bone sword, appeared under the nine-story stone steps, and the long sword pointed forward.

"It's so powerful, I can even calculate the position of the falling sword of my lore sword."

"Otherwise, you would have died under my fox bone sword just now."

Qin Yuanhe looked at Han Muye, and his gaze fell on the moon.

"The swordsmanship of the Yuehua Sword Sect? Who are you? ”

Han Muye didn't answer his words, but looked at the sword weapon in Qin Yuanhe's hand.

"Medium-grade spiritual weapons?"

A sword shook back his spirit weapon small sword, and shattered him with a sword intent, at least a medium-grade spirit weapon.

"Spiritual weapons? So to speak. Qin Yuanhe laughed, and his figure rose again.

His figure flashed away like a breeze, and when he reappeared, he was already one step away from Han Muye's side.

There was a sense of sadness on the body of the White Bone Sword Sword, which almost instantly froze Han Muye's divine soul, making his entire body almost completely stiff.

This is a divine soul suppression from a powerful spiritual weapon!

The miserable white sword light stabbed Han Muye's chest.

This sword weapon is extremely powerful!

Looking at the long sword that was approaching, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing that Han Muye was waiting to be killed, Qin Yuanhe showed joy on his face, and the bone sword was one point faster.

The last time Han Muye controlled the strength of the three sword intents, which made him feel chills in his heart, and he didn't even dare to snatch back the sword he carried.

This time, it's different!

The sword blade advanced, and it was already three inches close to Han Muye's chest.

At this moment, Han Muye's eyes suddenly opened, and he whispered in his mouth.

"Killing?"

Before Qin Yuanhe could understand what he meant, he felt a pain in his left ribs, and a sword intent exploded between his chest and abdomen, shattering his sea of qi and dantian, and the arm that originally held the sword instantly lost its strength.

The aura on his body dissipated abruptly, his body weakened, and he fell in front of the stone steps.

On Han Muye's left hand, blood dripped from the blade of the short sword.

Left hand.

Bucking the trend.

In the distance, figures rushed to the scene.

The golden light flashed on the Sword Pavilion.