In the void ahead, there are cascading stones.

Han Muye's eyes revealed a trace of a sky-shattering streamer.

In an instant, the world in front of him changed.

The cascading heaven and earth were gone, replaced by a dark, silent, floating boulder mountain.

There are many of these dead and silent floating mountains in the void.

In the past, these floating mountains were used as the foundation of a large city.

At this time, the world he saw in front of Han Muye was the same.

A formation base.

A collapsed foundation.

This boulder mountain was once the foundation of a great city, but it has collapsed, and now it has become a dead silence.

Just above the dead silence of the boulder mountain, a pale golden war elephant with a body at least 10,000 feet tall lay there, and there were golden clouds floating on its body.

Is it this naturally emitted cloud qi that will cover the surrounding heaven and earth, turning into an illusion, it is not that the power of Han Muye's divine soul is strong, and he can't see through the illusion here at all.

The war elephant lay there, unable to see how huge it was, but it was already like a golden mountain.

Sensing the arrival of Han Muye and Lu Zixu, the war elephant's eyes opened.

"Boom-"

The countless thousands of miles of heaven and earth around it instantly shattered, and then turned into a golden heaven and earth.

The originally dead and silent world seemed to have a brilliance all of a sudden.

On the dark boulder ahead, a large city emerged.

"Yuntong City." Han Muye whispered softly.

In that city, countless cultivators rushed to and fro, and it seemed to be extremely prosperous.

It's just that there is silence in all this.

It's still a fantasy.

It was not a natural illusion before, but an illusion that was actively stimulated by this war elephant.

Beneath the great city is a giant elephant standing in support of the city.

"Perhaps, it still remembers the glory of the past......" Looking at the war elephant holding the big city, Han Muye spoke.

The giant elephant under the city looked up, and there was a cold in his eyes.

There was fierceness in that gaze.

"I'll leave it to you." Lu Zixu spoke lightly, then his body moved and disappeared in place.

As he left, a roar erupted from the mouth of a giant elephant in the distance.

The sound was dull, like thunder, and it only took a single shock to shatter the surrounding void.

Around Han Muye's body, the golden light of the Dao emerged and turned into a barrier.

These barriers shattered without holding up for a breath.

A divine beast carrying the power of heaven and earth is not something that the power of a flood desolate battle armor can resist.

At the moment when the space and light curtain around him shattered, Han Muye had already punched out.

It's never the armor on his body that he endures to survive.

His own strength is his own dependence.

"Bang-"

The fist wind collided with the illusory invisible force in front of him, and a loud bang was heard.

It's like a golden-armored giant will be knocked away with a punch.

It was as if the Dao Dao Courtyard was shattered, and the heaven and earth in front of him were shattered layer by layer, and then, it shrouded Han Muye's head.

The figure of Zhitian Xuan, who was standing beside Han Muye, moved, and he had already rushed out.

It incarnates a black-armored long-armed giant ape, holding a long cone in his hand, and stabbing it with a single blow.

This blow shattered the void in front of him again, breaking the last illusion.

But the giant elephant seemed to be keen on creating illusions, and when it looked up, a golden light exploded.

The exploding golden light shone all around, and the brilliant city reappeared.

In the big city, one figure after another flew out and surrounded the body of Zhitian.

These people in the illusion, the war puppets, are really capable of shooting, and every blow carries a magnificent force.

With a height of nearly 3,000 zhang, Zhitian continued to wave the long cone in his hand, resisting all the figures that rushed out.

"Roar—"

Over there, the giant elephant's eyes glowed bloody.

Han Muye didn't wait, stepped out in one step, crossed the battlefield between Zhitian and those figures in the illusionary realm, and flew to the illusory city.

When people entered the big city, Han Muye frowned.

At this moment, he actually felt a little real.

This big city is not a fantasy!

This is the power engraved in the soul!

All this is not an illusion created by a war elephant, but a direct manifestation of his life and soul power.

Standing in front of Yuntong City, he walked quickly and walked into the city.

There were countless cultivators in the big city, all of them going their own way, and they didn't care about the arrival of Han Muye, a stranger.

"Master Zhu, do you have time to help me mend the war puppet today?"

"Shopkeeper Wang, can the spiritual materials that I entrusted you with last time arrive today?"

"Brother Zhao, let's sit together tomorrow?"

The prosperity of the surroundings has a warmth that is rare in other cities.

This big city doesn't have the fast-paced pace of any other big city.

In the same way, there are very few war puppets in this big city, but they are more like inheritances outside the galaxy universe.

Han Muye even found quite a few people who were dressed in clothes and had an aura that looked like cultivators in the Flood Desolation Universe.

Not only that, but he also saw several sword cultivators.

Kendo practitioner.

This is a legacy that is not found in this universe.

"When—"

On the corner of the street in front of us, there was the sound of long swords clashing, and it was a collision of kendo power that only kendo practitioners could have.

Han Muye's figure flashed and he was already in front, and he saw the sword light flashing in the hands of two middle-aged men in green clothes, swinging, stabbing, pointing, and slashing, all with the power of stars.

Although in Han Muye's eyes, these two sword lights were actually very ordinary, but they were just at the level of the Heavenly Realm.

But he actually had a touch of affection.

Far away from countless cosmic worlds, in this galaxy universe, you can actually see someone performing the inheritance swordsmanship in the desolate universe.

Kind, of course.

"When—"

The middle-aged man on the left picked up the long sword in his hand and flew the middle-aged sword on the right.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and caught the flying long sword.

"Good swordsmanship."

"That's amazing."

"I conceded."

There was an exclamation all around, and the two sword cultivators threw their hands to each other, and then looked at Han Muye.

At this time, Han Muye held the sword in his hand, with a smile on his face, and raised his hand to hand it back.

"Little brother, do you want to learn swords?" The middle-aged man who took the long sword nodded, took the long sword, and put it in the scabbard.

"This Brother Zhang is good at swordsmanship, if you want to cultivate the sword, you can find him."

"Farewell."

Middle-aged walks very simply.

Others are leaving.

Only the middle-aged man who won the sword was left, holding the sword in his hand, with a hint of pride on his face.

"You want to learn swords?"

"Come with me."

With that, he turned and paced forward.

The whole process didn't care if Han Muye came to learn swords.

It was as if he had to come and learn the sword.

Han Muye shook his head and chuckled to follow.

In the rear, in the corner position, the middle-aged sword cultivator who had been defeated before scattered a source stone and handed it to those onlookers.

"It's a good cheer today, give one more source stone."

"Brother Zhu, my expression is in place today, right? You can't give an extra piece? ”

"That kid is a rich man at first glance, and this time your Lu Yue Sword Pavilion is bound to make a fortune."

"That's right, the guy who learned swords last time earned you hundreds of thousands of source stones."

……

Lu Yue Sword Pavilion, this is the name of the Sword Pavilion in front of Han Muye.

"My name is Zhang Yu, and I am the owner of this sword pavilion."

"If you want to cultivate a sword, you have to live here in the future."

The middle-aged man with his hands behind his back turned around and looked at Han Muye, with a proud expression on his face.

"My generation of sword cultivation is invincible at the same level, and the cultivation skills of those war puppets and armors are not worth mentioning in front of our sword cultivators."

As if he was afraid that Han Muye would not believe it, Zhang Yu took the sword out of the sheath in his hand and slashed it with a sword, as if he could cut through the three-foot void in front of him.

This sword light can indeed slash through the body of a war puppet of the same level with a single sword.

That's the way of the sword.

"You see, my generation is cultivating, the sword in my hand, the fire in my heart, and killing people will cause three feet of blood to be spattered."

The sword flower was redeemed, and Zhang Yulang said: "What is the meaning of such an iron-clad war puppet, thick and clumsy?" ”

The disdain for the war puppet in these words overflowed.

Han Muye nodded.

If the strength of the same level is fighting, the natural sword cultivation can suppress anyone, even if the war puppet is in front, it can't resist it.

But the war puppet is not its own power.

The power of the battle puppet is probably several times that of the same level of sword cultivation, right?

This Zhang Yu deliberately avoided this point at all.

"Do you have to pay tuition fees to learn swords?" Han Muye looked at Zhang Yu and asked.

"That's nature." Zhang Yu spread out his hand, "Within three years, I won't charge tuition, but after three years, if you want to continue practicing swordsmanship, then you will have to charge it." ”

"Of course, three years is just an approximation."

"If you can cultivate the basic swordsmanship of my sword hall in advance, then I can also let you cultivate the truly powerful swordsmanship in advance."

"If you can't take a break from basic swordsmanship for three years, then you can only leave."

Zhang Yu said, with his hands behind his back, and walked towards the sword pavilion.

"I'm the owner here, and you still have a few brothers and sisters, I'll take you to meet them."

"By the way, you also have an uncle."

Uncle Shi's name is Zhu Yangsheng.

It was a middle-aged man who came back after pacing half a day, and was picked up by Zhang Yu to fly the sword in his hand.

Han Muye already knew about this.

He had seen the memory in the long sword just now, and he had already seen through the tricks of Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng.

When he came to the Lu Yue Sword Pavilion, he was a little curious.

He wanted to know how this great city, which had long been silent, could have the inheritance of the desolate universe.

There are indeed a few senior brothers and sisters in the sword hall, but they are all low-level in strength, and they have all practiced for a year or two or are still basic swordsmanship.

Zhang Yu's eyes when he looked at these people were extremely disgusted.

There was a man who practiced true swordsmanship a few years ago.

This is the main pillar of the Sword Pavilion, and even Zhang Yu doesn't bother.

Now in retreat.

Han Muye was arranged to live in the Lu Yue Sword Pavilion, and then first tempered his muscles and bones, and then learned to draw the sword and return it to the sheath.

Those brothers and sisters all started from this step.

"Draw the sword and break the incense stick in front of you, and if the blade of the sword is not stained with blue ash, you can cultivate basic swordsmanship."

"Senior brother, I will be able to cut off the incense in three months, and now the basic swordsmanship I have cultivated is almost complete."

The young man who spoke had an arrogant look on his face, and while demonstrating to Han Muye, he looked at a female cultivator not far away.

The nun was average-looking, holding a sword at this time, and was practicing swordsmanship.

"Senior Sister Zuo, do you think I can cut off the incense in three months?"

The nun turned her head to look, but did not answer, and went back to practice her swordsmanship.

The young man was not annoyed, threw the long sword to Han Muye, and patted him on the shoulder: "You have to work hard, don't let your senior brother down." ”

"By the way, whoever of us here has a good cultivation talent is Senior Brother, Senior Brother is in retreat now."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the side of the small courtyard.

As soon as he turned around, Han Muye had already slashed out with a sword, slashing out the starlight on the incense sticks in front of him.

This sword made the senior brother next to him pause.

But in a moment, Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng also came.

"You've ever cultivated a sword before?"

"You're really talented?"

"You try another sword."

Han Muye cut off a total of ten incense sticks.

As a result, Zhang Yu waved his excited hand and asked Han Muye to practice with him tomorrow.

Zhu Yangsheng has some opinions, and he wants to have a good fight with Zhang Yu and compete for the opportunity to teach Han Muye.

On the second day, two guys with blue noses and swollen faces appeared in the small courtyard, and then they had to teach Han Muye to practice basic swordsmanship.

"The sword is for stabbing."

"No one can stop this straight stab."

The sword in Zhang Yu's hand stabbed out, with a cyan sword wind.

"No, my generation has to hide the front in my cultivation."

"The sword in hand is the strongest."

Zhu Yangsheng, who was holding the hilt of the sword, had a serious face.

He only holds the sword, but it is not unsheathed.

It is a very traditional kendo training concept.

Both of these are the most basic cultivation principles of sword cultivation in the Flood Universe.

When there is a sword in the heart, the sword in the hand and the sword in the heart can be one.

The hilt of the sword in Han Muye's hand clenched, and then, a sword stabbed out.

This sword made Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng both eyes clear.

"Firm with a sword."

"Is this a natural Kenshin?"

"I remember that Master said back then that some people are born to cultivate swords."

……

Han Muye spent two months repairing in the Lu Yue Sword Pavilion, and took out Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng's things.

Their swordsmanship is no longer comparable to Han Muye.

This makes them very embarrassed.

As a last resort, they could only avoid Han Muye every day.

"Hum—"

In the small courtyard, Han Muye stabbed out with a sword, and the gang wind he brought turned into cyan sword qi, stabbing three zhang away.

"Senior brother is so powerful."

"Senior Brother Han is really a kendo master."

The younger brothers and sisters around him were all shining in their eyes.

The rules of the Lu Yue Sword Pavilion, whoever has strong swordsmanship is a senior brother.

"Yes, there are some means." A voice sounded behind Han Muye.

Han Muye turned around and saw a young man with a long sword in his hand walking over.

The young man's sword eyebrows were starry, and his eyes were full of star-like aura.

In addition to Han Muye's figure, the young man took out his sword.

The sword light flashed, and it had already reached Han Muye's chest.

The sword in Han Muye's hand stabbed out and pointed at the tip of this sword.

"When—"

The young man froze and stepped back.

Han Muye didn't stop, and the sword in his hand stabbed out.

The two swords collided in mid-air, bringing up a streamer.

"This is kendo?"

"It's amazing."

The disciples around him were all whispering.

The sword light collided, and when it fell, the young man stared at Han Muye with a trace of shock on his face.

The sword in Han Muye's hand slowly returned to the sheath.

"You two, come with me."

Not far away, Zhang Yu's voice sounded.

Zhang Yu's face was solemn at this time, and he turned around and walked towards the lobby in front of him.

Han Muye glanced at the young man and followed.

In the lobby, in addition to the tables and chairs, there is also a yellowed portrait of sword cultivation.

With a long sword on his back, his face is majestic.

"This is the ancestor of my Lu Yue Sword Pavilion, Lu Yue Sword Immortal."

"The name of the Sword Immortal comes from outside the galaxy universe."

Standing in front, Zhang Yu turned his back to Han Muye and them, and spoke in a deep voice.

"You all have a talent for cultivating kendo."

"I'll send you to the Patriarch."

"Are you willing?"

(End of chapter)