The head of the Sword Pavilion elder sitting at the front of the third-floor long case of the Sword Pavilion did not lift it.

The long black claws slapped at Han Muye's head.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and there was a cyan aura surging on his hands.

Above his head, an illusory sword slashed straight down.

"Thorn-"

The long black claws were slashed in two with a single sword.

Without waiting for the long claws to reunite, the sword light stirred and turned into pieces.

At this time, Han Muye's five-fold condensation qi was cultivated, and the eighteen sword intents in the sea of qi were condensed, and the dantian sword intent was about to take shape.

In the midst of the gods, there is also a sword of the divine soul that condenses the phantom.

With this cultivation as combat power, even without using swords, you can fight with the strong in the realm.

"This senior of the Southern Wilderness is also really confident, and he dares to make a move from countless miles away." Han Muye chuckled and spoke.

What was sealed in the long sword was obviously a trace of divine soul power from a demon clan powerhouse in the Southern Wilderness.

This person can move away from countless thousands of miles, and his strength is really strong to the extreme.

But he also looked down on the Nine Xuan Sword Gate too much.

The Nine Xuan Sword Sect is also one of the nine major factions in Western Xinjiang, how can it be so easy to be successful?

The Sword Pavilion Elder raised his head and glanced at the fragment of the long sword in Han Muye's hand, shook his head and said, "It's just a temptation, the information from the Southern Wilderness should still be half a year ago." ”

Half a year ago, the Sword Pavilion Elder took out that divine soul sword, and he was extremely weak.

There are no more masters in the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye felt that what the Sword Pavilion Elder said was not wrong, and there was also a lack of information in the cultivation world.

"The Southern Wilderness has spent so much effort to probe it, I'm afraid that this time the big battle is really related to the big demon in the town of Sword Pavilion."

The Sword Pavilion Elder stood up and looked into the distance.

"I'm going to the Southern Wilderness."

He spoke lightly.

Han Muye looked up and didn't speak.

The Sword Pavilion Elder didn't discuss with him, but just told him what his plans were.

"After I leave, you will sit in the Sword Pavilion, if there is anything, open the Sword Pavilion formation."

The Sword Pavilion Elder turned his head and looked at the three sword weapons on the wooden frame behind him.

"I'll take the sword weapon that has the demon clan's temptation."

"I've almost wiped out the resentment in the Broken Beam Sword, and I can send it to the second floor."

His gaze fell on the sheathed long sword at the top of the wooden frame, and after a moment of silence, the Sword Pavilion Elder said in a low voice: "That sword, if you want to know the secret, just look at it yourself." ”

That black long sword, known as the Xuanyang Sword.

It's just that the Elder of the Sword Pavilion once said that there is no Xuanyang Sword in the world.

Speaking of the name of Xuanyang, the three tricks that Han Muye is now cultivating are called Xuanyang Jue.

I don't know if it has anything to do with the Xuanyang Sword.

The Sword Pavilion Elder left early the next morning.

Before leaving, he visited the three Taishang of the sect, and then went to visit the sect master Jin Ze, who was in retreat and healing.

After the Sword Pavilion Elder left, Han Muye took off the White Tiger Scroll in the quiet room and took it to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.

In the future, he will sit on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the long case, Han Muye reached out and held the small black sword inserted in his hair.

A faint aura swayed in him.

The sword qi diffused in all directions, enveloping the entire three layers of the Sword Pavilion.

At this moment, his divine mind probed all the locations of the Sword Pavilion.

It was also at this time that he understood that the Sword Pavilion was not a third layer, but a fourth layer!

The fourth layer of the Sword Pavilion is buried three zhang deep underground, which is connected by a formation.

There, it was also the formation hub of the entire Sword Pavilion.

That layer was an illusory existence in Han Muye's divine thoughts.

However, there are two figures remaining at this time.

Huang Laoliu, Gao Xiaoxuan.

Han Muye knew that Gao Xiaoxuan, who was transformed by the sword spirit, and the little white fox who was reborn from the great demon spirit had strange powers.

Their main body is on the basement level of the Sword Pavilion.

Huang Laoliu sat cross-legged, and the aura around his body was extremely rich.

Gao Xiaoxuan beckoned from time to time, infusing the aura escaping from the surrounding space into Huang Laoliu's body.

This escaping aura is pure, and there is also the power of the formation path of the sealed space.

Therefore, even if Huang Lao Liu has been practicing for half a year, outsiders can't detect his cultivation.

Because his cultivation is born with the power of sealing the town.

This sixth brother, is he still ready to make a blockbuster?

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, and Shen Nian continued to probe.

Gao Xiaoxuan in the basement floor and the little white fox in his arms seemed to feel the existence of his divine thoughts, and they both looked up.

Han Muye's divine thoughts didn't stay in it for long, and they dissipated.

As long as they have no malicious intent, Han Muye will not care.

Inserting the small black sword back, Han Muye turned his head to look at the wooden frame behind him.

At this time, on the wooden frame, two long swords were placed.

One is a black sheathed long sword, and the other is the treasure of the town faction of the original Sanqin Sword Sect, a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and a broken beam.

There are not a few magic weapon-level treasures in the entire Western Xinjiang, and there are very few high-grade spiritual weapons.

Below the nine major factions, whoever has a medium-grade spiritual weapon is regarded as a treasure inheritance of the town faction.

The elder of the Sword Pavilion said that the resentment in the Broken Beam Sword had been dissipated, and now it could be sent to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye got up and walked to the wooden frame, pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and reached out to hold the Broken Beam Sword.

The sword is three feet and an inch long, the blade is one inch wide, and the blade is made of water, gold, gold, and iron.

The greatest effect of this spiritual material is tenacity and concealment of aura.

This is one of the top spiritual materials in Western Xinjiang.

There aren't many secrets on the blade.

Han Muye grasped the hilt of the sword, and then the sword qi poured into the sword body.

Together.

Ten ways.

Thousand.

Wandao.

Thirty thousand sword qi poured into the sword body, and the long sword shook gently.

It's just that the halo on this long sword flows, and there seems to be a trace of resistance.

Han Muye's eyes stared for a moment, and a sword intent in the sea of qi turned into 128,000 sword qi, which directly crashed into the hilt of the sword.

"Boom-"

The long sword slammed, and then countless images appeared in Han Muye's mind.

A Taoist in a green robe is wielding a long sword.

An old man with white hair sighed under his breath.

A middle-aged man in a black robe fought with a sword.

In this Broken Beam Sword, there are several fragmented memories.

These people were all once the masters of the Broken Beam Sword.

This sword went around and around, circulating in the hands of the masters of the Sanqin Sword Sect and the Tailing Sword Sect.

Han Muye comprehended several swordsmanship from it.

Just as he was about to withdraw his sword intent, the long sword suddenly shook violently.

A vigorous force surged from the sword.

The strength of this power made Han Muye's face change.

Pure sword intent power to the extreme!

Wrong!

His eyes narrowed, and Han Muye's face showed joy.

This is an existence that is about to condense into a sword momentum!

It was the same as the half-step sword momentum obtained from the Purple Flame Sword in the sea of qi, and this sword intent was also extremely condensed.

The turbid yellow sword intent of the earth and stone veins was about to condense into a sword momentum.

When this sword intent was included in the sea of qi, except for the fiery sword intent obtained from the Ziyan Sword, which stood still, the other sixteen sword intents were all knocked away.

In Han Muye's mind, the picture of the owner of this half-step sword posture also appeared.

A Taoist in a gray robe, flying into the clouds, thousands of miles of imperial sword.

Comprehend the art of flying swords and control the sky.

This is a lost sword flying technique, which is urged by the power of the sword and flies thousands of miles into the air.

This speed is faster than that flying boat, and it also saves aura.

There are not many pictures left in the sword weapon of this kendo master, except for the flying sword and the art of controlling the sky, Han Muye has also comprehended a relatively ordinary swordsmanship, Earth Flame.

However, from these pictures, Han Muye discovered the identity of this kendo master.

A cultivator of the Lieyang Palace of the Ancient Great Sect in Western Xinjiang.

It has been many years since the fall of the Lieyang Palace, and the sword intent sealed in this long sword has been passed down to this day because of the continuous cultivation of others.

The Great Monk Sword Pill that Han Muye had obtained before had been uncultivated for 10,000 years, and the sword intent residing in it had dissipated.

It's a shame.

If you can collect all the sword momentum of the ancient monks, I don't know what kind of situation it is?

The image in my mind eventually dissipated.

Han Muye also took a look at the appearance of the Ancient Great Sect Lieyang Palace.

The aura is endless, and the pavilion is extended, which is indeed not comparable to a sect like the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

Among them, there are not many great monks who have cultivated sword momentum like the master of the Broken Beam Sword.

I don't know what caused such a big sect to collapse.

Holding the long sword in both hands, Han Muye sent the Broken Beam Sword to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

The medium-grade sword weapon that eliminated the resentment in the sword was also extremely valuable on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

The long sword was placed on the wooden frame, and Han Muye turned his head to look at the other several medium-grade spirit weapons.

After a moment's hesitation, he didn't stretch out his hand.

At present, the amount of sword intent residing in his sea of qi is almost balanced with the amount of sword intent that his Shou Yuan can accept.

If there is more, it will consume longevity.

The sword intent in these long swords is better not to be charged for the time being.

Greed is not rotten.

Just to incorporate the sword intent into the sea of qi has to consume precious longevity, and it is not worth it.

Back on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye looked at the last sheathed black sword on the wooden shelf.

There is no Xuanyang Sword in the world, so what is this sword?

There are many legends about the Xuanyang Sword that circulate in Western Xinjiang.

Every legend says that if you have this sword, you will get a great opportunity.

This opportunity is also related to a strong legacy.

Inheritance Han Muye has no interest.

The legacy he has now is strong enough.

But he was curious about the sword.

Reaching out, he grasped the hilt of the sword.

It was cold in his hand, and the message from the sword body made him stunned directly.

The forging of this sword is forged by countless craftsmen holding hammers, and then a sword embryo with a handle is selected, engraved with a mark, and sent to the foundry.

Seal carved runes and add various spiritual materials to refin.

Such swords, innumerable.

This long sword, which is equivalent to the spirit weapon level, turned out to be mass-produced!

What kind of force in the world can produce such a long sword!

Zhongzhou!

In a flash, there were endless cities, various pavilions, and cultivators in standard robes.

This long sword is from Zhongzhou!

"Xuanyang Wei's sword awarding ceremony begins."

"With the Xuanyang Sword, enter the Xuanyang Guard, the world is safe, and you can take responsibility."

"There is nothing in the world that Xuanyang Wei does not dare to manage."

"With this sword, the world can fight."

……

One picture after another, Han Muye only felt his blood boiling!

Endless black armor, wielding this sword to slay the sky-high trolls.

Xuan is the heaven, and the yang is upright.

Zhongzhou orthodox dynasty, light and dark guards.

Ming Wei wears red armor and fights in all directions, known as the immortal, the Red Flame Army.

Secret guards are everywhere, guarding the peace of the Tianxuan world, wearing black armor and black swords, upholding the right path of the Tianxuan world, Xuanyang Wei.

"Boom-"

The picture in Han Muye's mind exploded directly.

A middle-aged phantom wearing a black robe and three long whiskers appeared.

"Xiaoyou, you have a fate with my Xuanyang Wei, are you willing to match this sword and contribute to the protection of Tianxuan?"

At the moment when this phantom appeared, the golden light of the Sword Pavilion shone brightly.

In the underground space of the Sword Pavilion, Gao Xiaoxuan was shocked and raised his head.

The little white fox he was holding in his arms had blood in his eyes, revealing endless resentment!