Sword Pavilion Inheritance, Sword of the Divine Soul.

With the sword of the divine soul, the sword of the imperial envoy sword pill, the double-headed handleless long sword with a dazzling essence, flashed away, with a terrifying sharpness.

The young man in the green robe and jade belt held the sword trick in his hand, and the flying sword swept sharply, and dozens of cultivators in gray robes in front of him were suppressed by a sword, unable to raise their heads.

"Run!"

"This is an extremely strong sword cultivator, this world is too strong!"

"Hmph, go back and report to the clouds, and let the Cloud Heaven Dao Alliance send a large army to conquer this realm."

Each of these people has a cultivation that is no less than that of a cultivator, but in front of the sword weapon transformed by the sword pill, he doesn't even have the strength to fight back at all.

Eventually, after leaving behind seven or eight corpses, those cultivators fled through a crack in the void.

The blue-robed jade-belted young man raised his hand and held the sword pill, then looked at the crack with a hint of dark aura.

"This is the void crack that Yuan Tian Sword Venerable's predecessors sealed seven thousand years ago?"

"Void Rift, Cultivator Outside the Realm, it's really wonderful."

"I, Mo Shenghua, was born with a sword type, and my sword heart is clear, and I can cultivate the Xuanyang Sword to the extreme in one year, and it is not interesting to stay in the Tianxuan World."

The young man looked at the ever-changing light and shadow, and whispered in his mouth.

"Okay, back then, Yuan Tian's predecessors could use his body as bait to seal this void crack, and so could I, Mo Shenghua."

The eyes of the young man in the green robe were shining, and there was a soaring battle intent rising on his body.

"However, I still keep my Sword Pavilion inheritance first, and the sword pill of Yuan Tian's predecessor should also stay in the Tianxuan World."

In the picture in Han Muye's mind, the young man turned around and left.

After that, he saw the familiar scene of the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.

This young man named Mo Shenghua was actually the ruler of the Sword Pavilion three thousand years ago.

"The Xuanyang Sword Duel is too obscure and difficult to understand, it was originally created by that Wen Xiang to seal the void of the town."

"Without the Sword Heart Enlightenment Realm, it will take at least three hundred years to cultivate this trick."

In the Sword Pavilion, Mo Shenghua put three jade slips on the long case.

"I divide this recipe into three tricks, although there is only one sword power left, but this sword can fight the Heavenly Realm with a hundred breaths."

"As long as the Nine Xuan Sword Sect selects loyal disciples and cultivates secretly, Yijiazi can cultivate such a sword."

"With this sword, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect has more than enough to protect itself."

Mo Shenghua stood up and put the sword pill on the long case as well.

"Hehe, I'll go outside the realm to take a look, maybe I'll be back in a hundred years, and it's enough to leave so many backhands."

The words fell, and his body turned into a breeze and dissipated in place.

The sword pill and the jade slip were later put away.

The sword pill circulated in the Sword Pavilion and the Zongmen Treasure Building, and many Sword Sect elders exchanged the sword pill and continued to recuperate.

For three thousand years, this Sword Pavilion predecessor has never appeared again.

There were no rumors of an invasion of cultivators outside the realm in the Western Frontier, and no news of the Void Crack was circulating.

"Hum—"

The sword pill shook, and one of the sword qi poured into Han Muye's meridians.

This is the sword qi that resides in the Sword Pill when generations of Sword Sect elders have cultivated the Sword Pill.

The sword qi is strong, but it is more complicated, and it is not very much.

After all, this sword pill was not the treasure that the elder was mainly cultivating this time.

After a hundred breaths, the sword qi dissipated cleanly.

Just when Han Muye was about to infuse his sword qi into the sword pill for refining, a faint aura shone on the sword pill.

A jade-white halo directly enveloped Han Muye's figure.

"The Sword Pavilion finally has a junior who has three tricks in one?"

"This seat Mo Shenghua, how long did you use to cultivate the Xuanyang Sword to the extreme in one year?"

"Cultivating the Xuanyang Sword Duel, that is, the identity of the commander of the Xuanyang Guard, when Wen Xiang asked me to go to Zhongzhou, I didn't go, and there are some of the younger disciples who have cultivated the Xuanyang Jue, remember to go to Zhongzhou."

"If you can discover the secret in the sword pill, you can be regarded as a person with a heart, this reward, let's go."

There was arrogance in Mo Shenghua's voice, and a pure and extreme divine soul power flowed from the sword pill, turned into a torrent, and crashed into Han Muye's chest.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed.

This senior said that it was a reward, and he also made a small temptation.

If he hadn't cultivated the Divine Soul Sword, he wouldn't have been able to mobilize the power of this Divine Soul, not to mention, he would have been killed by this power.

"Hum—"

The power of the divine soul in the divine treasure is stimulated, and the sword technique of the condensed divine soul in the Xuanyang recipe operates.

The divine soul power from the sword pill instantly became well-behaved, turned into a small cyan sword, and landed in Han Muye's divine treasure.

As soon as this little sword appeared, the Divine Soul Sword Shadow that Tu Sun Shi had given him before immediately lost his temper and obediently gave up his position.

This small sword is much more condensed and agile than Tu Sun Shi's Divine Soul Sword.

Opening his eyes and looking at the sword pill that vibrated slightly in his palm, Han Muye's eyes revealed a divine light.

It's really hard to imagine that Mo Shenghua's predecessor, who has guarded the Sword Pavilion for three thousand years, can condense such a sword in one year.

Yuan Tian Jianzun, Mo Shenghua.

This kind of sword cultivation is the real predecessor style, a sword vertical.

Holding the sword pill tightly in his hand, the spiritual energy on Han Muye's body tumbled, and pieces of spiritual stones shattered.

As long as this one sword pill is refined, the three sword pills can form a three-star sword array.

This is the foundation of Yuan Tian Sword Venerable Zhou Tian Sword Formation.

Such a sword formation was very powerful in the hands of Yuan Tian Sword Venerable, and the destruction of the Heavenly Realm Yuan Infant Overhaul was only in an instant.

The sword qi and spiritual light surged, and between the light halo on Han Muye's body, there was a mysterious streamer.

After the aura cultivator stepped into the foundation building, Han Muye's speed of refining the sword pill was much faster.

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For the next two days, the fighting between Japan and Japan was fierce.

The cultivators led by Tang Chi and He Xuanqi hedged against the demon clan, and fought bloody battles one after another.

He Xuanqi fought with his two swords and fought completely, and the route traveled by a pair of sword weapons was strange and agile, and those demon clans who were fighting against him were completely unable to deal with it.

If it weren't for the rough skin and thick meat, I'm afraid that Hexuan Qi's two swords alone would be able to kill through the demon beast battle array.

The disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect behind him were protecting him with all their might and helping him fight.

The dazzling of Hexuanqi even covered Tang Chi, who was also punching the needle.

When the sun set, the mountains of Yunchao Mountain cheered, welcoming the return of Hexuanqi, who was bloodied with a sword in both hands.

He Xuanqi dragged his sword away, his figure blended with the back behind him, and it seemed that he was walking together. Gu Yan

Many disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect came up and protected Hexuan Qi to turn around and cultivate.

Then many people turned around and looked at Han Muye, who was standing on the cliff.

Two medium-grade spirit stones, Senior Brother Han of the Sword Pavilion will instruct the swordsmanship.

Whether it is a unique swordsmanship or a sect inheritance, as long as he practices it once, Senior Brother Han can find the shortcomings or mention the key nodes.

Fighting under the mountain, Hexuanqi's two swords were dazzling, and the fighting intent of those disciples on his side was condensed, which was also visible to everyone.

Who wouldn't want this kind of increase in combat power?

With the guidance of Senior Brother Han, you can have such an opportunity.

As long as there are two spirit stones, it's not expensive at all!

Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan maintained order and helped collect the spirit stones, and then Han Muye instructed in swordsmanship.

There were only two dozen in one night.

Everyone is very conscious.

By the third day, the team that rushed down the mountain had reached more than 50 people.

With the idea of sharpening their swordsmanship, these disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect fought with all their might as He Xuan Qi left him.

In this way, it was for those scattered cultivators and small sect cultivators to withstand a lot of pressure, so that their casualties were fewer.

On the evening of the third day, Han Muye instructed everyone in swordsmanship as usual, and then everyone dispersed.

Huang Laoliu instructed Lu Qingping and Gao Xiaoxuan to go back to the station first, and then leaned against the bluestone beside Han Muye, looking at the station under the mountain.

Over there, the campfire flickered, and there were some quiet sighs and weeping.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to kill someone."

Huang Laoliu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

Han Muye turned his head to look at him.

"Of the 200,000, most of them were gathered to help me find Sister Ping."

"It wasn't their willingness to be dragged to Yunchaoling."

There was a faint flame rising in Huang Laoliu's eyes, and he lowered his voice: "No one wants to die here so inexplicably." ”

Han Muye nodded.

Those casual cultivators and small sect cultivators, many of them had indeed gathered for the purpose of offering a reward.

Later, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect recruited and gave them a generous reward, and after they were trained, they were led to Yunchaoling.

Here, you can't leave if you come.

Han Muye himself originally came to save Huang Lao Liu, but if he was really stationed in Yunchaoling, it was impossible for him to return to the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

Everyone here in Yunchaoling will either die here or stay here.

Leaving without permission is called fleeing.

You can escape, and after escaping, there is no place for Western Xinjiang.

As for defecting to the Southern Wilderness, no one thinks about it now.

Among the demon beast army opposite, there were many cultivators who had defected from the Western Frontier.

Cultivators who defected to the past were not much better treated than demon beasts.

"Sixth brother, be careful." Han Muye spoke softly.

Huang Lao Liu grinned and said, "Don't worry, I still have Sister Ping to take care of, and I won't die in front of the battle." ”

Han Muye nodded and lowered his voice: "Sixth brother, you have to go to the battlefield tomorrow, or, tonight, first, stay later?" ”

Hearing his words, Huang Lao Liu was stunned at first, and then his face turned red.

"Phew, what did the kid say?"

"Your sixth brother, what kind of person am I?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

That being said, Huang Lao Liu was already pulling his legs and running away.

I don't know what he's going to do.

Han Muye turned his head with a smile, his gaze falling into the distance.

Over there, a figure walked slowly.

Stagger.

"Senior Brother Han."

Zhao Youzhi, who was a little staggering, turned pale and walked in front of Han Muye.

His right arm, empty.

"Are you awake?" Han Muye looked at Zhao Youzhi and said softly, "You should cultivate well." ”

Zhao Youzhi raised his head, and there was a hint of indifference in his sunken eye sockets.

"Senior Brother Han, you once said that I am suitable for left-handed swords, isn't it?"

Han Muye nodded.

Zhao Youzhi's eyes flashed with a flash of inspiration, and he said in a low voice: "Then, what now?" ”

When he said this, his right hand was not broken.

But now.

It's different.

Han Muye looked at Zhao Youzhi, groaned, and did not speak.

Zhao Youzhi was an ordinary disciple in the inner gate of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

His cultivation is not high, and his combat power is average.

He represents the appearance of the vast majority of cultivators in the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

Cultivation, just because of the desire for immortality that I don't know where, cultivating swords, just because I want to be a sword cultivator who can be happy with revenge.

That's all.

Cultivators in the world, how many people don't think so?

Seeing that Han Muye was silent, Zhao Youzhi shook his head with a wry smile and said softly, "Senior Brother Han, I understand. ”

With that, he turned around and walked slowly down the mountain.

Looking at Zhao Youzhi's sad figure, Han Muye suddenly whispered: "If I pass on your swordsmanship only for killing, can you hold on to your heart?" ”

Zhao Youzhi's figure froze.

Slowly turned around, stared at Han Muye, and nodded.

"Ask my brother to teach me."