"Brother Lu, don't worry, it's okay."

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold Lu Gao's arm that was tightly gripping the door frame, and spoke softly.

"Held?" Lu Gao cracked his mouth, and the blood on his face was still flowing.

"Hold on." Han Muye nodded.

Lu Gao's body was weak, and he fainted directly.

Han Muye hugged his body and turned his head to look at the sword gate people standing in front of the stone steps.

"He was injured for the Sword Guarding Pavilion, and I hope the sect can do its best to treat it."

Hearing his words, an old man in a green robe standing at the foot of the stone steps nodded, waved his hand, and said, "You send him to the Dantang and heal him well." ”

The two inner disciples stepped forward, picked up Lu Gao, and sent him to Dantang.

Han Muye's face was complicated, and a look of self-reproach flashed on his face.

If he had been guarding the door of the Sword Pavilion just now, he would not have let Lu Gao lose his eyes.

"Cultivators of my generation should have seen through life and death a long time ago, and there was no need to be sad and sad."

"The sect has suffered this catastrophe, and the disciples in the sect should strive to be the first and contribute to the rise of the sect."

The old man in the green robe glanced at Han Muye, then turned his head to look at his side.

Several inner disciples who were inspecting Qin Yuanhe and the other person stepped forward and whispered a few words.

The old man's eyes flashed, and with a wave of his hand, the two disciples carried away Qin Yuanhe, who was not angry, and then someone wrapped the other person who had already died in a black cloth, and carried him away.

"Senior nephew Han, these two are both masters of the Tailing Sword Sect." The old man in the green robe looked at Han Muye and said softly, "Is it your hand?" ”

Landscape.

One dead and one wounded.

The wounds of the two were crisp and sharp.

Such an injury, even if it is a terrain, the old man does not dare to say that he can do it.

Han Muye didn't speak, reached out and took out a small bronze sword, and gently inserted the small sword into his bun.

The old man in the green robe was stunned, his gaze fixed for a moment, then he looked up at the golden Sword Pavilion and nodded.

The official disciple of the Sword Pavilion, borrowing the power of the Sword Pavilion formation.

Within a hundred zhang of the Sword Pavilion, it is the Yudan, which can also be resisted.

It seems that Elder Gao of the Sword Pavilion had arranged everything before leaving.

"Old man Bao Xu, one of the deacon elders in charge of the defense on Jiuxuan Mountain."

"In the future, if there is anything on the side of the Sword Pavilion, you can directly mobilize the disciples of the Imperial Palace."

The old man arched his hand to Han Muye, raised his hand and put the bone sword that fell from the ground into his palm.

He looked at it closely, his brow furrowed.

"This sword is made in a strange way, there is no special power in the sword, it seems to be only hard."

As he spoke, he took the long sword and handed it to Han Muye: "Senior nephew Han can first put this sword into the Sword Pavilion, wait for this sword to be identified as a grade, and then issue a reward for the enemy for the nephew." ”

Han Muye defeated the powerhouse of the Tailing Sword Sect outside the Sword Pavilion and obtained a long sword, this sword was considered his capture, and the Sword Pavilion accepted it, and it was exchanged for the corresponding meritorious reward.

Meritorious service is rewarded.

This is the rule of the Sword Gate.

Han Muye took the bone sword with both hands, nodded and said, "Brother Lu's injury, please ask Elder Bao to worry more." ”

Bao Xu nodded, glanced at the Sword Pavilion behind Han Muye, and turned around to lead the disciples away.

On the heavenly dome, the golden mountain protection array light curtain slowly disappeared.

The sword light at the top of Jiuxuan Mountain has long since disappeared.

Holding the white bone sword, Han Muye's gaze fell on it.

The blue-white-gray blade is covered with faint marks.

This is not a spirit pattern carved on the seal, but a demon pattern on the bone sword.

This is a sword weapon made from a piece of demon beast bone.

Among the swords hidden in the Sword Pavilion, there are also many swords that are not gold or iron, and there are several bamboo and wood swords.

There are also several of these bone swords.

As Bao Xu said, with the long sword in hand, there is nothing special about it.

But this sword just now slashed back the flying sword of Han Muye's imperial envoy and scattered his sword intent.

This sword is definitely extraordinary.

Gently move your palm and grasp the hilt of your sword.

A faint sword qi entered the body.

The sword aura is not strong, and it is not at all what a spirit-level long sword should have.

In my mind, a picture emerges.

An old man in a white robe continued to grind a piece of white bones, and there were words in his mouth. 、

Long swords are made, and some people put them in deep caves.

Qin Yuanhe got the long sword, that is, he wrapped it carefully, and there was no picture of wielding it with this sword.

From the means of sword making to the long sword handed over to Qin Yuanhe, the picture is mediocre.

Could it really be that as Bao Xu said, this sword really has no other difference except for its hardness?

Holding the white bone long sword, Han Muye turned his head and walked into the Sword Pavilion.

As he walked towards the wooden frame where the sword was placed, he poured sword qi into the sword body in his palm.

Together.

Ten ways.

Baidao.

Thousand.

Wandao.

Han Muye's face showed a hint of discoloration.

Ten thousand sword qi entered the sword body, and there was no change in it.

This sword is by no means ordinary.

The name of the sword is fox bone.

Could it be that it is made by the demon bones of a certain fox demon?

Foxes?

The demonic sword weapon on the third floor killed a white fox.

Han Muye was shocked and stood in place.

Luo Tian's sword has killed a white fox.

His gaze struggled to fall on the bone sword in his hand.

Which sect was the Elder of the Sword Pavilion transferred out of the Sword Pavilion?

Why was the Cao family attacked?

The death of the dead to storm the spiritual ground, that is a mortal act.

Why did Qin Yuanhe and his companions come to the Sword Pavilion?

Qin Yuanhe got this sword, why didn't he refine it and practice it?

Han Muye wanted to withdraw the sword qi that had been poured into the sword body, but found that it was empty.

The sword qi is gone!

Han Muye held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and he only felt chills all over his body.

All this is calculation!

The Tailing Sword Sect laid out this game at the cost of a Taishang, several realm powerhouses, and countless low-level disciples!

The Sanqin Sword Sect is the bureau.

Qin Yuanhe is the bureau.

At the end of this game, there is the Sword Pavilion.

The great demon suppressed under the Sword Pavilion!

The Tailing Sword Sect wants to draw a salary from the bottom of the kettle, release the big demon, and destroy the Nine Xuan Sword Gate in one fell swoop!

"Xiao Langjun, what are you thinking?"

A warm and soft voice sounded behind Han Muye.

Han Muye slowly turned around and looked at the white-clothed nun leaning on a wooden frame.

He knew this nun.

On the first night he came to the Sword Pavilion, they almost double-cultivated.

Green silk is like a waterfall, and the apricot eyes contain spring.

"Lang Jun, why are you looking at the slave family like this, this lonely man and widow in the Sword Pavilion, are you ......" The female cultivator chuckled, and her figure dispersed in place.

appeared again, already behind Han Muye, leaning into his ear and blowing lightly.

The breath is warm.

But it made Han Muye cold.

How this nun disappeared in front of him, he couldn't feel it at all.

Even if there was no sword intent, he didn't know where to inspire it.

Heavenly Demon!

The great demon who was suppressed under the Sword Pavilion!

This one, it's not that he can deal with it!

As soon as his body moved, Han Muye rushed towards the outside of the Sword Pavilion.

It was only when his footsteps moved, and his whole body suddenly froze.

His body didn't move a bit.

It was a repression from the mind to the body.

The power of the heavenly realm?

A small white hand pressed on Han Muye's shoulder.

"Xiao Langjun, you flirted with others, do you want to leave?"

The female cultivator raised her hand, passed through Han Muye's armpit, and held the white bone sword weapon he was holding in his hand.

"If it weren't for Lang Jun, how could I get back the tailbone that I cut off back then......"

The figure of the female cultivator appeared in front of Han Muye, and the white bone long sword in her hand slowly softened, turning into a snow-white fox tail.

Holding the fox tail in her hand, a trace of remembrance flashed on the female nun's face, and a trace of madness and hatred were revealed in her eyes.

"Hehe, the nine-tails have misled the country, and the red face is in trouble."

"I cut off your tail and veins for you, and get rid of the demon as a person, but you will keep me forever with the Nine Xuan Sword."

"Okay, then I'll be a demon......

"If you want peace in the world, I won't give it to you."

In the female cultivator's hand, the foxtail was re-transformed into a white bone sword weapon, and then condensed into a three-inch small sword, crystal like jade.

In her eyes, the blue light flashed, and she took a step forward, meeting Han Muye's face, only a few inches apart, and the four eyes were facing each other.

"Xiao Langjun, am I beautiful?"