"Hum—"

The sword light shook, and the thirty-two pairs of sword light on the bluestone were scattered, and it seemed to crumble directly.

The surrounding Sword Pavilion disciples had complicated expressions, and their mouths were wide open, but they didn't even dare to let out the atmosphere.

The treasure of his own sect, is it so damaged?

Their cultivation is not enough, their vision is not enough, and they can't see the meaning of this sword light colliding.

Qi Yu stared at the sword light, and the string in his heart was tense and almost broken.

Han Muye's sword light spanning more than 300,000 years can actually be comparable to the sword light of the previous sword master, and the two are destroyed together?

"Hum—"

The sword light vibrates.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed, and his gaze penetrated time and space, opposite a black-haired Taoist in a purple robe.

"Junior disciple, there is a character like you, my Sword Pavilion, be happy." The Taoist looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

He raised his hand, and ninety-nine sword lights transformed, shuttling and exploding, like thousands of halos flashing.

"This sword, how?" The Taoist spoke softly.

Han Muye nodded.

This sword was countless times stronger than the previous thirty-two sword lights.

This is the true legacy of this predecessor.

"The deity Su Xinghe, I hope he can meet in the fairy world one day." The Taoist laughed, waved his hand, and all the scenes in front of him dispersed.

The previous halo in Han Muye's eyes also turned into nothingness.

He shook his head, and the thirty-two sword lights dissipated, and then condensed with the sword lights stored on the bluestone.

He left his power in the bluestone, making the sword light that had been shattered by his sword light even more condensed.

Spanning 300,000 years, his sword light confronted the predecessor of Su Xinghe, the master of the Sword Pavilion who had already set foot in the immortal realm.

Although he could defeat the opponent's thirty-two sword lights, he couldn't resist the one sword that contained ninety-nine sword lights.

In the end, it is the strong man of the predecessors, and the means are indeed extraordinary.

The sword light on the bluestone was still there, and it was even more condensed than before, which made all the Sword Pavilion disciples breathe a sigh of relief.

Qi Yu turned his head to look at Han Muye, nodded slightly, and bowed slightly.

He sees more things than others.

Others only saw sixty-four sword lights, but he saw the ninety-nine sword techniques that were as bright as a galaxy after that.

This Makino Sword Ancestor was inherited by the sword master from 300,000 years ago.

It has been a long time since the Sword Pavilion had a sword master.

The elders of all parties held the authority of the Sword Pavilion.

The most important reason is that no one has the ability to suppress the entire Sword Pavilion and get the inheritance of those ancient times.

Could it be that this one is really a man appointed by heaven?

Walking all the way, appreciating the heritage and vicissitudes of history of the Sword Pavilion, Qi Yu Daozu led them to a mottled hall.

Temple of Inquiry.

The vigorous handwriting seems to be engraved with a sword.

Looking at the big characters, it seems to be standing under a starry sky, dissecting his own heart.

What is the practice of this life?

"Please." Qi Yu raised his hand and motioned for Han Muye to climb the steps.

The elder disciples of the Sword Pavilion who were following Qi Yu all flashed with excitement on their faces, and there was also a trace of worry.

Ask the Heart Palace, enter the sword cultivation here, and ninety percent of them have joined the Sword Pavilion.

But there was also an adult who eventually collapsed in kendo and lost his spirit.

Han Muye entered the Hall of Inquiry today, will he become a member of the Sword Pavilion, or will he have an accident?

Huang Zhihu and the others looked at each other, but did not step on the stone steps.

This Hall of Inquiry is the core place of the Sword Pavilion, and there are not many people who are qualified to enter.

Even Qi Yu and these Sword Pavilion elders only entered the main hall once in their lives.

"The secrets of my Sword Pavilion are all here, Makino Sword Ancestor, take care." Qi Yu threw up his hands and shouted.

Han Muye didn't look back, just stood on the stone steps, nodded, stepped out, raised his hand to push open the bronze ten-zhang doorway, and disappeared in front of the main hall.

Everyone waited in front of the nine-storied stone steps, waiting quietly.

Han Muye stepped into the main hall and saw endless sword light.

From the moment he stepped into the main hall, he was surrounded by a sea of sword light.

"Thorn-"

A sword light condensed into a long sword and slashed towards his neck.

Han Muye's figure did not stop, and he walked forward.

"When—"

A sword flew out of the Wanhe sword box, blocking it.

The two swords collided, shaking the surrounding sword light apart.

This blow seems to be the fuse.

In an instant, countless sword lights condensed into substance, drawing countless mystical streamers, crashing towards Han Muye.

Each of these swords, with the sword intent and power contained in it, can directly kill a kendo saint.

In the hall of inquiry, there is such a terrifying and powerful power?

Han Muye's eyes burst with light.

"Hum—"

The long and short swords in the Wanhe sword box fell in the hand, the long sword was picked forward, and the short sword was protected.

At this moment, his figure merged with the sword light, and the person followed the sword.

"When—"

A Qingfeng sword that hit three feet in front of him was picked up by the long sword, and it hit several swords behind him, breaking a path.

Han Muye stepped out, took a step further, and slashed horizontally with the sword in his hand, slashing the long sword stabbed from the left side, and crashed into the sword weapon that fell in mid-air, leaving a piece empty.

Han Muye took a sword step by step, and no sword could fall three feet in front of him.

The short sword in his hand protects himself, and as long as there is a sword behind his back, all of them are knocked away.

Ten steps.

100 steps.

Thousand steps.

10,000 steps.

Ten thousand steps forward, all the swords in the void were shot down.

In front of Han Muye, the sword light was like a dragon, the cyan long sword was swirling, and the purple short sword was slashed horizontally, and there was no head or tail.

After 10,000 steps, the sword in the void only flashed, and did not gather again.

But these flashing swords already have the power of space, and every time they flash, the position is tricky and weird.

Sometimes a sword disappears thousands of miles away, and when it reappears, it is Han Muye's heart.

Sometimes a sword just cut off the head but suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it turned out to be Han Muye's feet.

And the flickering sword, which could not catch the trajectory at all.

Such a sword is the realm of the ancestor of the sword path, and it can't be resisted.

If Qi Yu Daozu had come here, I am afraid that he would have been cracked open by the long sword and defeated on the spot.

The person in this cultivation world who can go here with the way of the sword is probably the only one Han Muye.

The double swords in Han Muye's hands were steady and agile.

As long as a sword appears within three feet, it will be knocked away in the next instant.

No sword could stay on his side.

Within three feet, I am invincible.

"Boom-"

A long sword was knocked away, and Han Muye suddenly stepped out, and then flew up, straight up ten zhang.

The man was in the void, and the Wanhe sword box behind him was revealed, and the ten thousand sword lights fell.

All the swords converged into a dragon and slammed into the void in front of them.

"When—"

The sound of roaring explosions came, and in front of Han Muye, a nine-story sword tower appeared.

Sword Tower!

Nine-story sword tower!

This sword tower turned out to be the nine-yuan sword tower that Han Muye thought was taken away!

The sword tower in the Sword Pavilion was not taken away, but stayed.

This is the real backhand of the Sword Pavilion!

In this realm, if any force dares to attack the Sword Pavilion, I am afraid that in the end, it will be broken in front of this Sword Tower!

Han Muye's eyes narrowed, watching his sword weapon long dragon collide with the nine-story sword tower and roar.

On the top of the sword tower, the sword light converged and turned into a long dragon.

To outsiders, this is a collision of swords.

But only a real kendo overhaul knows that here, every sword is a kind of swordsmanship, a kind of sword intent.

Ten thousand swords against ten thousand swords, ten thousand ways against ten thousand ways.

The sword path of the Sword Pavilion is actually so strong!

"Peng—"

The sword light dragon collided, Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, and all the sword weapons returned.

Above the sword tower, the long swords also reconverged.

Han Muye's gaze fell in front of the Sword Tower.

There was a sword cultivator in a cyan robe.

Jian Xiu raised his head, and the divine light in his eyes collided with Han Muye.

"It's you!"

Jian Xiu looked at Han Muye, and surprise flashed on the old man's face.

Han Muye bowed slightly and bowed.

The one in front of him, he had seen before.

When he collected the Liukui Pavilion on the Shattered Star Island, he had seen it in the memory of the sword weapon of the Liukui Pavilion, and he was directly opposite to this person.

"In this world, there is a genius like you, in such a short period of time, you have grown into a strong person who can't even see through this seat."

Staring at Han Muye, Jian Xiu spoke softly.

Looking at Han Muye, Jian Xiu suddenly said, "You are the inheritor of Murong Zheng, right?" ”

Murong Zheng, the lord of the divine court of this realm.

Han Muye nodded.

He is indeed the inheritor of the God Emperor.

Most of his chances were inherited from the Divine Court.

The various treasures in his hands and the resources gathered by all parties are the remnants of the Divine Court.

"Hey, Murong hasn't given up yet." Jian Xiu sighed and looked at Han Muye again, with a smile on his face.

"Don't say it, you really have a chance."

"Come on, this Xuanling Sword Sect Guandongyun, once held the Xuanling Sword Sect's Heaven Patrol Palace, and was ordered to hunt down the rebellion of the Moluo Clan, but unfortunately fell in this realm."

"Pass the test of this seat, take charge of the Nine Yuan Sword Tower, and obtain the inheritance of my Xuanling Sword Sect."

Jian Xiu drank in his mouth, and his figure dissipated directly.

At the moment when he dissipated, phantom shadows appeared around Han Muye's body.

The cyan phantom is full of the crushing force unique to the fairy energy.

This is the suppression of aura cultivation, even if there is only a trace of it, it can make a Heavenly Realm powerhouse restrain his hands.

The figure that every immortal qi turned into, and the power it exuded, was comparable to Han Muye's cultivation.

"Hum—"

A long sword slashed down towards Han Muye's head.

The speed of that sword light was extremely fast.

The sword light tore through the void and tore Han Muye's figure apart.

But his body was shattered, and it was restored in an instant.

"Ask the heart, this is the heart?"

Shaking his head, Han Muye walked forward slowly.

Letting those long swords pierce into his body, the immortal aura was raging, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

His form was torn open and restored.

"Peng—"

It wasn't until ten steps later that all the cyan figures dissipated, leaving only a dark golden token on the long eucalyptus in front of them.

Temple of Surveyor.

There are three golden handwriting on the token, and there are also mysterious patterns interlaced.

All illusions come from this token.

Han Muye didn't know what others saw here and what they would encounter in the end, but he saw this token.

In this Hall of Questioning, there is a large array of swordsmanship, and there is also a inheritance, but the foundation is the power left by the predecessors.

Guan Dongyun, the powerhouse of the Xuanling Sword Sect who chased and killed Zhu Ling back then, was seriously injured and fell, leaving this test.

Whether it is the Nine Yuan Sword Tower, or other inheritances, they have already been taken away by the predecessors of the Sword Pavilion.

In the past countless thousands of years, it is impossible for Han Muye to be the only person who can come here.

As for the previous scenes, they were all illusions.

But this illusion is no worse than the real Nine Yuan Sword Tower.

Without the power to break through the Nine Yuan Sword Tower, I'm afraid I can only drink hatred.

However, for Han Muye, when he walked here, what he got was a token, not a sword tower, but a good thing.

A nine-yuan sword tower is far inferior to the order of the Lord of the Heaven Survey Hall held in his hand at this time.

With this thing, he can have the status of a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

With this identity, he stepped into the immortal realm, entered the Xuanling Sword Sect, and then quietly cultivated.

Who would have thought that Zhou Tian of the Divine Realm, the disciple of the Tongtian Immortal Venerable that the various immortal realms had searched for for five million years, would actually be a person from a sword sect in the immortal realm?

Holding the golden token, Han Muye smiled on his face.

After a moment of silence, he raised his hand, and a nine-yuan sword tower appeared.

He had three Nine Yuan Sword Towers in his hands, one of which was differentiated, and two more.

Anyway, this treasure will rarely be used in the future.

Holding the Nine Yuan Sword Tower in his hand, Han Muye walked out of the main hall quickly.

When he appeared on the stone steps in front of the door of the Hall of Inquiry, everyone was staring at the ninth-story sword tower.

"Fellow Sword Pavilion Daoists, Han Moumeng's predecessors inherited the Sword Pavilion and got this sword tower."

"Stepping into the Temple of Inquiry today, passing the test of seniors, and gaining recognition."

Holding the Nine Yuan Sword Tower in his hand, Han Muye's gaze swept around.

Pass the test and get recognized!

Even if all the Sword Pavilion disciples knew that Han Muye had a sword tower in his hand and knew the purpose of his coming here, their hearts were still agitated.

Qi Yu Daozu and the few people beside him glanced at each other, took a breath, and bowed lightly towards the stone steps.

Han Muye held the nine-yuan sword tower in his hand, raised his hand and threw it, and the sword tower flew into the distance, turning into a thousand-zhang nine-story tower.

This nine-story sword tower once appeared in the Sword Pavilion.

But it hasn't been seen for tens of thousands of years.

Some of the elders of the Sword Pavilion knew that this nine-story sword tower was originally owned by the Great Elder and had been taken to the Immortal Realm.

It's just that I can't imagine how this sword tower could be in Han Muye's hands.

Was it really the opportunity that the Great Elder gave to Han Muye?

None of those ordinary disciples knew that the Nine Yuan Sword Pagoda was not in this realm, and when they heard what Han Muye said, they all cheered excitedly when they saw him put the Nine Yuan Sword Pagoda back in the Sword Pavilion.

With this Nine Yuan Sword Tower suppression, the Sword Pavilion is the number one force in the world, and no one is invincible!

"Meet the Sword Master!"

Someone shouted.

"Meet the Sword Master—"

Countless voices converge.

Qi Yu and the others bowed down and shouted: "Meet the Sword Master!" ”

Han Muye stood in front of the Hall of Inquiry, his face was pale, and he accepted this title.

Tianxuan Han Xiang, the ancestor of the Makino sword, inherited the position of the sword master in the Sword Pavilion and became the master of the Sword Pavilion, the master of the Makino sword.

The strongest kendo in this party has become the number one kendo force in the cultivation world of this side.

The cultivators in the world were in an uproar.

In the entire Heavenly Domain, countless forces watched.

Tianxuan Han Muye became the master of the Sword Pavilion, so his next step, is he going to unify the Heavenly Domain?

The eyes of countless people turned to the Yuling Dao Sect.

In the main hall of the Wuji Dao Gate, several core elders surrounded the sect master Chu Yuan Dao Ancestor.

"Sect Master, the Yuling Dao Sect hasn't replied yet, the situation in the Heavenly Domain is like this, what should we do?" A white-bearded Taoist man had a melancholy look on his face and whispered.

Others also had extremely complicated expressions.

No one is willing to have an extra divine court on top of this sect.

But Han Muye's general trend has been achieved, and he quietly controls the Sword Pavilion, which is already aimed at rebuilding the Divine Court and threatening the cultivation world.

If you want to resist, you can only unite with the Daomen Yuling Dao Sect, and the other sects in the world will block it together.

But until now, Yuling Daozong has not even expressed its position, which has made all parties panic.

"This sect master has already sent Zhu Wu to Wuyang Pavilion, and when he comes back, there will be news." Chu Yuan Dao Ancestor shook his head and spoke softly.

The Enlightened Daoists are the disciples of the First Yuan Dao Ancestor, and they are also the strongest in the second generation of the Wuji Dao Sect.

At the beginning, the enlightened Taoists sought opportunities in the land of Dao contention, and after returning to the Heavenly Domain, they soared into the sky.

Hearing the words of Chu Yuan Dao Ancestor, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

In this cultivation world, the only one who can still buy news from all sides is Wuyang Pavilion.

As long as you can get the exact news, I feel that the future direction of the sect is worth it no matter how much you pay.

After all, in today's situation, one step out is the danger of the collapse of the sect.

"Master, the disciple has got the news of Wuyang Pavilion!" In the void, a voice came, and the exhausted Enlightened Dao people stepped in.

Now he is already the Enlightened Dao King.

Zhu Wu Dao Jun held a jade box sealed by the Dao Spirit Pattern in his hand and sent it to the Chu Yuan Dao Ancestor.

All the elders of the Wuji Dao Sect held their breath as they watched as the First Yuan Dao Ancestor unveiled the seal and took out one of the thin pages.

"Shhhh

Unfolding the page, Chu Yuan Daozu took a breath of cool air, trembled all over, his eyes widened, and his body was full of uncontrollable surging aura.

The faces of the elders changed, and they couldn't help but step forward, only to see that there was only a sparse line of words on the page.

"The Great Elder of the Yuling Dao Sect, Muye Sword Ancestor."