You too.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Bai Zeyu was stunned for a moment, and then strode forward with a long smile.

The other sword cultivators around all turned their heads and glanced at Han Muye more.

can face the rising star of the Endless Sea, and still be so calm, who is this person?

You must know that this Bai Zeyu has just defeated Shui Yue'er, the young palace master of the Water Spirit Palace, and he is in the limelight for a while!

"He is Han Muye, the Yujing Sword Shop!" Someone let out a low breath.

Yujing Sword Shop, Han Muye, who commented on the unparalleled sword.

It turned out to be this one!

Among the sword paths of Shattered Star Island, I am afraid that this is really the one who has been famous recently.

Evaluate the sword, the sword array, and break the life-killing building.

No wonder even Bai Zeyu would invite him.

"Mr. Han, thank you for your Heart Refining Sword Formation." A sword cultivator in green clothes bowed to Han Muye.

Many people also followed and bowed to Han Muye.

Most of the sword cultivators present had experienced the Heart Refining Sword Formation.

"Mr. Han, the grace of sweeping away the life-killing building, Jin Cheng is here to thank you." A big man with a thick-backed long sword clenched his fist towards Han Muye.

At this moment, in front of the Liukui Pavilion, almost everyone looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye bowed his hand in return, and then walked up the steps with a smile.

The disciple of the Liukui Pavilion who had checked his identity in front bowed down and invited him into the attic.

"I really can't keep this son." Outside the Liukui Pavilion, Zuo Tianya's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he spoke in a low voice.

Zhu on his side looked gloomy, nodded, and the two walked into the pavilion.

Han Muye was already standing on a wasteland at this time.

The Liukui Pavilion is the Great Monk Sword Pavilion, and it is also the Dao Domain, which is a space of its own.

When he settled in it, Han Muye had already felt the characteristics of this space.

Sword.

Above the wasteland, there are decaying swords.

Even those strange beasts, it seems, are also carrying long swords.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a corrupt long sword landed in the palm of his hand.

The sword is in the hands and shatters directly.

This made him stunned for a moment, and then chuckled.

Fake.

I thought that someone would really gather so many sword weapons in his sword pavilion, but it turned out that they were all fake sword weapons.

These swords are nothing more than a piece of rotten wood.

Not right either.

Looking at the dense sword weapons in front of him, Han Muye squatted down.

These swords are not inserted in the wasteland, but grow in the wasteland.

In the wasteland, there will be a sword?

Turning his head, Han Muye looked at the skinny beasts.

The sword weapons on the bodies of these alien beasts are not backs, but long.

The wasteland of the sword, the beast of the sword?

Han Muye raised his hand, ready to summon a sword weapon of his own, but found that no matter whether it was a sword box or other sword weapons, he could not summon it.

This is the suppression of the power of the Dao Domain.

"Roar—"

Ahead, the alien beast roared and rushed towards Han Muye.

On the body of the strange beast, there was a tyrannical aura staggered, and between the collisions, the sword light shone.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed. The body moved, let go of the foreign beast's collision, and raised his hand to press on its back.

"Cangchang—"

The sword on the beast's back was drawn.

With the sword in hand, Han Muye raised his hand and swiped it.

A three-zhang sword sword slashed the strange beast.

The severed body of the alien beast turned into cyan clouds, enveloping the sword in Han Muye's hand.

This sword body is wrapped in clouds, and it has a touch of spirituality.

Half-spirited weapon.

Holding the long sword, Han Muye understood the rules in this kendo trial.

Slay more beasts and collect more swords.

In the first layer of trials, the sword weapon in your hand is turned into a low-grade spiritual weapon, and you can clear the customs.

It shouldn't be difficult.

With the long sword in hand, Han Muye turned his head to look ahead.

Over there, a few more strange beasts were coming.

"Boom-"

A sword light struck, sweeping those strange beasts down and turning them into clouds.

Han Muye looked at a middle-aged sword cultivator holding a big sword in front of him and laughed, and his figure faded.

His sword had been turned into a low-grade spiritual weapon, enough to enter the first floor of the Sword Master.

Han Muye shook his head.

He looked at the sword in his hand.

The sword is three feet long, the shape is simple, and the blade is dull.

The sword qi penetrates, and you can feel the direction as if the veins.

He raised his hand to grasp a sword stuck in the wasteland.

A faint hint of the sword penetrated.

Again, there is a vein in it.

It's just that these sword weapons seem to have withered and completely decayed, even if the sword qi is infused, there is no sense at all.

"Boom-"

Ahead, one figure after another fell, slashed the scattered beasts, and then left.

There are still many strange beasts with long swords on their backs in this wasteland.

"When—"

The two sword cultivators shot for a strange beast.

The sword light struck, and the sword qi scattered.

Eventually, a sword cultivator was pierced through the arm by a sword, spilling blood, and he fell into the wilderness.

The other victor slew the beast, his sword shining brightly, leading him out of the layer.

Han Muye walked over and looked around.

Most of the decaying swords shattered during the fight, but a few remained in place.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to probe and found that although these swords were exhausted, there was still a trace of power.

Very weak.

When he raised his hand to grasp the nearest sword, a hint of discoloration appeared on his face.

There is a trace of blood on this sword.

It was the sword cultivator who spilled it on just now.

At this time, on this sword, the original dry veins were a little more moisturized.

Among them, there is also a little more vitality.

Watered with blood and qi?

Look up and look out into the endless wasteland.

How much qi and blood does this need......

"Cangchang—"

Han Muye's long sword came out of its sheath, and a sword slashed at the sword cultivator who fell not far away.

The blade of the sword brushed against his body, bringing up a puddle of blood.

The sword cultivator with empty hands turned pale, standing in the wasteland full of broken sword weapons, bewildered.

Han Muye said lightly: "You go." ”

Walk?

Don't kill yourself?

The sword cultivator left blankly, walked out a few zhang away, and glanced back.

Han Muye probed, and sure enough, the sword weapon that had been watered with qi and blood had a life.

He looked around with a smile on his face.

"Boom-"

The long sword in his hand turned into endless sword light and rushed into the distance.

……

Outside the Sword Pavilion, Xu Chuanhe stood side by side with several old men in green robes.

All of them had solemn expressions on their faces.

Around the Sword Pavilion, there were also many disciples of the Liukui Pavilion who penetrated their own strength into it to help the Sword Pavilion operate.

This six-story sword pavilion has been slowly collapsing due to the fall of its master.

If it were not supported by external forces, it would have collapsed long ago.

But the six-story sword pavilion is a great sword cultivator's realm, how can the disciples of the six-story sword pavilion be willing to collapse?

"I don't know if this time, I can find a master for the Sword Pavilion." A long-bearded old man frowned and said softly.

"Zhu Yuran, Zheng Tao, and Wang Mingxu are all elites of the Sword Pavilion, I hope they can be recognized by the Sword Pavilion." A white-haired old man said lightly with his hands behind his back.

"Also, Han Muye." Xu Chuanhe's eyes were shining.

The other old men also nodded.

They are not worried that this Sword Pavilion will be obtained by outsiders, without the sword skills of this sect as an introduction, and without the matching of this sect's exercises, it is impossible to refine the Sword Pavilion.

"Hey, it's a pity that Han Muye has offended too many people, Shui Yue'er of the Water Spirit Palace ......" The old man shook his head and sighed lightly.

Xu Chuanhe and the others' complexions also changed slightly.

The Sword Pavilion trial, life and death are unpredictable.

"Hum—"

Suddenly, the golden pavilion shook slightly, causing the sword qi to turbulent.

"Master, this Sword Pavilion seems to be showing signs of awakening."

Some disciples exclaimed.

Awakening?

Can the Sword Pavilion be awakened?

How is it possible, since the fall of the master of the Sword Pavilion, this Sword Pavilion has been silent!

But at this time, the halo on the Sword Pavilion was clearly a little more agile.

Could it be that the Sword Pavilion is really going to wake up?

What happened in the Sword Pavilion?

Xu Chuanhe and the others looked at each other, their eyes full of doubts.

……

On the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, there is a rocky tidal flat.

A tall sword figure fell, and a long sword in his hand lay in front of him.

"Senior brother." With a call, the young man who was also holding a sword came over.

"Why did Senior Brother come?" The young man glanced at the tall sword cultivator, frowned, and said, "It's not that it's good to gather here, why haven't the other senior brothers come over yet." ”

Hearing his words, a trace of fear flashed on Gao Dajian Xiu's face, and he said in a low voice, "It is estimated that they were stumped in a layer of Sword Qi Wasteland. ”

"I don't know where the madman came from, in the Sword Qi Wasteland, he didn't want to quickly gather the sword weapon on the second floor, but he shot everywhere, as long as it was a sword cultivator who entered the Sword Qi Wasteland, he would have to fight."

And such people?

The young sword cultivator obviously came ahead of time, and he didn't know about it, so he asked curiously: "Then this person was not killed?" ”

The tall sword cultivator shook his head, and the fear on his face was even worse.

He raised his arm, revealing his severed robe: "A sword." ”

The wound was about a foot long, and the blood had clotted.

The young sword cultivator's eyes widened, and he said in a low voice: "A sword hurts you, senior brother?" ”

"Isn't that the cultivation of the sword path extremely strong?"

"What are you doing on the first floor with such a master?"

The tall sword cultivator shook his head.

How does he know.

On the second-layer tidal flat, almost every later sword cultivator had to curse in a low voice.

Slowly, some people also knew who the sword cultivator who was challenging around on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion was.

Yujing Sword Shop, Han Muye.

This guy swept almost all the sword cultivators who could challenge, and they were all injured but not killed.

Many people concealed it, but they couldn't hide that they were defeated by Han Muye's sword.

"You say, will he not know the rules of this Sword Pavilion trial, thinking that he is challenging on that wasteland, and does not know the rules of gathering sword weapons and rushing to the second floor?"

Someone suddenly spoke with a smile in his eyes.

"Not really......"

"It's possible, he came to Shattered Star Island from outside, and the Liukui Pavilion won't necessarily tell him the rules."

Someone gloated.

Those sword cultivators who were slashed by Han Muye were happy again in their hearts.

No matter how strong you are, you are not on the first floor, and you don't know how to come up?

……

At this time, there were not many cultivators on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye was in the wasteland, and around him, there were long swords growing there.

In five days, the blood and qi were collected and watered, and these sword weapons had been restored to life.

When the number of sword weapons that had been restored to life reached a thousand, Han Muye could feel that the entire wasteland was recovering.

The clouds, which had been standing still, began to roll.

Many of the beasts with swords on their backs were scratched by the long sword.

There are also many sword weapons that have been eaten by strange beasts.

Life.

In five days, Han Muye didn't know how many sword cultivators he had defeated.

The powerful Heavenly Realm overhaul is weak enough to enter the first vein of the Earth Realm.

Some were defeated with a sword, and blood was spilled, and some were fierce battles with a hundred moves, and finally blood was splashed.

No one is Han Muye's opponent.

On the tidal flat on the second floor, more people were silent.

What if you can come to the second floor, it's not that you can't stop someone's sword?

"Boom-"

When the blood-poured sword weapons reached 100,000, the entire Sword Pavilion shook, and countless sword qi swirled and rose into the air.

Han Muye raised the long sword in his hand, and his gaze fell on the blade.

At this point, the sword in his hand seemed to be calling.

He stretched out his left hand, his palm gently pressing down on the blade of the sword, and slowly clenched it.

Bloodstained.

His palm was bloody, and he wrapped the long sword with qi and blood.

The moment his blood dripped into the wasteland, all the sword qi in mid-air turned into a torrent and crashed into the long sword in front of him.

The golden light exploded, and the endless streamer enveloped him.

When the streamer dissipated, there was no longer Han Muye in the wasteland.

Countless swords reverberated across the wasteland.

"That guy, finally gone...... someone stuck his head out from behind the rocks and whispered.

"Causing so many sword weapons to reverberate, has he already been favored by the Sword Pavilion?" A Sword Pavilion disciple wearing a cyan Taoist robe and carrying a long sword muttered to himself, muttered for a moment, and did not go to the sword weapon, but his body moved and dispersed on the spot.

When he appeared, he was already outside the Sword Pavilion.

"I want to see the elders."

"In the Sword Pavilion, there is a ...... of mutations"

……

When Han Muye landed on the gravel mudflats on the second floor, what he saw was sword cultivation fighting with various four-legged demon beasts in the mudflats.

It's not difficult, as long as you kill enough ten four-legged demon beasts, you can leave this level.

By the time he reached the second layer, there were only three or five thousand sword cultivators left.

"He's coming!"

Kendo Han Muye, countless people changed color.

"Kill the demon beast, who knows what this guy is going to do?" Someone exclaimed, and then the sword light in his hand was a little faster.

There doesn't seem to be anything special about this layer, and if you kill enough ten demon beasts, you will be directly teleported to the third layer.

This level is not difficult for the vast majority of sword cultivators.

The combat power of the four-legged demon beast is just the appearance of the first time it has entered the realm.

Those sword cultivators who saw Han Muye's arrival quickly made a move, but Han Muye stood in place, but did not move.

Half of his mind reached forward, half of it fell on the sword in his hand.

Ahead, the four-legged demon beasts that sprang out from the depths of the tidal flats seemed to be endless, and even the divine thoughts could not be suppressed.

The sword in his hand, at this time, the divine light converged, and it was no different from ordinary sword weapons.

But he could feel that in the sword weapon, the sword qi was surging like a tide.

This sword is not a beginner spirit weapon grade, but a superb spirit weapon!

The best spiritual weapon is already a semi-magic weapon, and its power is superb.

Holding this sword, a sword in your hand can directly stimulate the sword and sweep away a demon beast.

Swept?

Han Muye's heart moved.

He flew away and landed in front of a four-legged demon beast in front of him, stabbing forward with his long sword.

"Thorn-"

The sword light pierced the top of the monster's head, nailing it into the mudflats.

A faint spirituality was gathered and landed on the sword.

Spirituality.

Really!

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

He guessed right.

The first layer of this sword pavilion is the growth of the sword vein, and the second layer is the blessing of the sword spirit.

As for how to have enough spirituality, it depends on how much is needed.

Looking up and looking at the strange beasts surging in front of him, Han Muye flew up.

"Haha, he's going to kill the demon beast." Seeing Han Muye rushing towards the demon beast, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't come to fight myself again, this guy isn't crazy yet.

"This guy is really, anyway, if you kill ten demon beasts, you will be led to the third layer, what's the use of rushing forward?" Someone smiled and spoke.

"Perhaps, he wants to fight ten?" Someone grinned.

Perhaps—

In mid-air, Han Muye's body directly collided with the demon beast blocking the way.

The divine beasts dominated their bodies, so that he was not afraid of demon beasts at all, and directly knocked those demon beasts into the air.

Falling a hundred miles away, there are only countless demon beasts left around him.

"Hum—"

In his palm, the sword weapon vibrate, and Sen Han's sword intent rushed directly into the sky.

Chop!

"Boom-"

A sword slashes horizontally, surrounded by ten miles of sword light.

The bodies of countless four-legged demon beasts shattered.

The spirituality turned into a torrent, intertwined into a long dragon, and with Han Muye, who was being guided, he directly crashed down the third layer.

In the eyes of the second- and third-layer sword cultivators, it was a spiritual dragon behind him.

"This, is this the heir of the Sword Pavilion who is determined......" In the second floor, someone whispered.

People are killing ten demon beasts to clear the level, this guy slashes thousands of demon beasts with one sword, and he just gathers the spirituality into a dragon.

How does this compare?

"I see!" Someone shouted, his eyes lit up, and then he slammed headlong into the pile of monsters in front of him.

"Boom-"

As soon as the demon beast struck, he didn't even have time to draw his sword, and he was knocked away.

……

The three-story Sword Pavilion is a verdant mountain forest.

Han Muye landed on a bluestone, and the spiritual dragon crashed into the long sword in his hand.

The sword roared and turned into a yellow puppy.

Sword weapon transformation, magic weapon.

Although it is not as spiritual as the Great Rock Dao people and Zhao Yunlong that Han Muye left in Tianxuan, it also represents becoming a magic weapon and having his own spiritual wisdom.

Not all magic weapons can have wisdom.

On the contrary, ninety percent of the magic weapons have no wisdom.

Han Muye landed on the bluestone, and many sword cultivators not far away saw it and hurriedly fled.

Those who can have spiritual dragons follow are strongmen, who wants to face them so early?

Looking around, Han Muye did not move, but sat cross-legged.

The sword weapon obtained from the first layer, he only simply refined.

On the second level, the spiritual dragon was infused into a magic weapon, and the sword was about to get out of his grasp.

"Hum—"

Raising his hand a little, the yellow puppy re-condensed into a long sword and landed in front of Han Muye.

Reaching out to hold the long sword, a sword qi penetrated into the sword body.

Han Muye's face moved.

Pictures appeared in his mind!

Didn't he pull this sword out of the back of the alien beast, and then infuse it with spirituality into a magic weapon, how can he remember it?

In the picture in my mind, what appeared was a black-bearded Taoist man in a green robe, holding a long sword, rampaging the scene in all directions.

The master of the Sword Pavilion!

in this Sword Pavilion; Whether it's spirituality or a sword, the owner of itself should be this one.

If it weren't for Han Muye's thought of refining this sword again, he wouldn't have been able to see these pictures at all.

The screen flickered, and the sword cultivator searched for sword weapons everywhere, and then sealed them in his sword pavilion.

As the picture changed, Han Muye sat up straight.

The three-story Sword Pavilion was transformed into four, five, and six layers.

If you enter the fifth floor of the Sword Pavilion, you can go straight to the top for three days!

"Boom-"

The picture oscillated, as if it was about to dissipate.

The sword qi in Han Muye's hand continued to be infused, making the picture stabilize.

The six-layer sword pavilion behind the Taoist shone brightly, crashing through the void and rushing into the upper three days.

The clouds are surging!

For three days, it was completely built on clouds!

The city of immortal clouds, the world of immortal sources, three days!

The continuous Sword Pavilion is surrounded by a nine-story tower.

Surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds, the nine-story golden pagoda shines with fairy light.

Han Muye couldn't help but cast all his attention on the ninth-story Sword Pavilion.

"Boom-"

A thunderbolt from the void descended, shattering all the images in Han Muye's mind.

"Hey, that's interesting......"

A faint voice sounded in Han Muye's mind.

Han Muye's face turned pale.

This feeling is ten million times stronger than when he faced the Tianxuan Dao Ancestor directly.

It is rumored in the cultivation world that those great monks who are not involved in the reincarnation of cause and effect will also be detected by outsiders who are thousands of miles away and snooped through the years.

Perhaps, the rumors are true.

Nine-story Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye's eyes shone with a bright divine light.

At a glance, you can see yourself across time and space.

This cultivation world is really wonderful!