"Brother Lu, don't worry, it's okay."

Han Muye stretched out his hand to support Lu Gao's arm that was tightly grasping the door frame, and spoke softly.

"Did you hold on?" Lu Gao opened his mouth, blood still flowing on his face.

"Keep it." Han Muye nodded.

Lu Gao's body went limp and he fainted.

Han Muye hugged his body and turned to look at the people from the Sword Sect standing in front of the stone steps.

"He was injured while guarding the sword pavilion. I hope that the sect can do its best to treat him."

Hearing his words, an old man in green robe standing at the foot of the stone steps nodded, waved and said, "Send him to the Alchemy Hall for good treatment."

Two inner disciples stepped forward, caught Lu Gao, and sent him to the Alchemy Hall.

Han Muye looked at it with a complex expression, and a look of self-blame flashed across his face.

If I had been guarding the door of Jiange just now, I would not have let Lu Gao lose his eyesight.

"Practitioners like us should have seen through life and death long ago, so we don't have to worry about spring and autumn."

"The sect has suffered such a catastrophe. The disciples in the sect should all strive to be the first and contribute to the sect's rise."

The old man in green robe glanced at Han Muye, then turned to look to his side.

Several inner disciples who were inspecting Qin Yuanhe and another person came forward and whispered a few words.

The old man's eyes flashed and he waved his hands. The two disciples carried Qin Yuanhe away, who was still alive. Then someone else wrapped the other man who had died in black cloth and carried him away.

"Master Nephew Han, these two are both masters of the Tailing Sword Sect." The old man in green robe looked at Han Muye and said softly: "Did you do it?"

Territory.

One dead and one wounded.

The wounds on both of them were crisp and sharp.

Even with such an injury, the old man wouldn't dare say he could do it, even if he was in this state.

Han Muye didn't say anything. He reached out and took out a small bronze sword, and gently inserted the sword into his bun.

The old man in green robe was stunned, his eyes fixed for a moment, then he looked up at the sword pavilion shrouded in golden light and nodded.

A formal disciple of Jiange, borrowing the power of Jiange's formation.

Within a hundred feet of the sword pavilion, even the pill can be resisted.

It seems that the senior elder of Jiange had arranged everything before leaving.

"I am Bao Xu, one of the deacons and elders responsible for the defense of Jiuxuan Mountain."

"If anything happens at Master Nephew's Jiange in the future, we can directly mobilize the Shouyu Hall disciples."

The old man bowed his hand to Han Muye and raised his hand to take the bone sword that fell on the ground into his palm.

He looked at it carefully and frowned.

"This sword is made with a strange technique. There is no special power in the sword. It seems to be better than its hardness."

As he said that, he held up the long sword and handed it to Han Muye: "Master Nephew Han can put this sword into the sword pavilion first. After the sword is identified and graded, the enemy-defending reward will be given to Master Nephew."

Han Muye defeated a strong man from the Tailing Sword Sect outside the sword pavilion and obtained a long sword. This sword was considered his capture. The sword pavilion kept it in exchange for corresponding merit rewards.

If you have merit, you will be rewarded.

This is the rule of Jianmen.

Han Muye took the bone sword with both hands, nodded and said, "Brother Lu, please pay more attention to Elder Bao's injury."

Bao Xu nodded, glanced at the sword pavilion behind Han Muye, turned around and led the disciples away.

In the sky, the golden screen of light protecting the mountain slowly disappeared.

The sword light at the top of Jiuxuan Mountain has long since disappeared.

Holding the white bone sword, Han Muye's eyes fell on it.

The bluish-white-grey sword body is covered with faint lines.

This is not a seal-engraved spiritual pattern, but a demonic pattern that comes with the bone sword.

This is a sword made from a piece of monster animal bone.

Among the swords hidden in the sword pavilion, there are also many swords that are neither gold nor iron, including several made of bamboo and wood.

There are several bone swords of this kind.

As Bao Xu said, there is nothing special about holding a long sword in your hand.

But this sword had just knocked back Han Muye's flying sword and dispersed his sword intent.

There is definitely something extraordinary about this sword.

Move your palm lightly and hold the hilt of the sword.

Waves of faint sword energy entered his body.

The sword energy is not strong, and it is not what a long sword of spiritual weapon level should have.

In my mind, the picture emerged.

An old man in a white robe kept grinding a piece of white bone while mumbling something.

A long sword was made, and someone placed the sword in a deep cave.

Qin Yuanhe received the long sword, which was carefully wrapped, and there was no scene of him practicing how to wield the sword.

From the method of making the sword to the hand of the sword to Qin Yuanhe, the scene is all ordinary.

Could it be that, as Bao Xu said, there really is nothing special about this sword other than its strength?

Holding the white bone sword, Han Muye turned around and walked into the sword pavilion.

While walking towards the wooden stand where the swords were placed, he poured sword energy into the sword body in his palm.

One way.

Ten ways.

Hundred Road.

Thousands of ways.

Thousands of ways.

Han Muye's face showed a strange color.

Thousands of sword energy entered the sword body, but there was no change at all.

This sword is anything but ordinary.

The name of the sword is Fox Bone.

Could it be made from the demon bones of a certain fox clan demon?

Fox clan?

The strange sword on the third floor had killed a white fox.

Han Muye was shocked and stood where he was.

Luo Tian's sword killed a white fox.

His eyes fell hard on the white bone sword in his hand.

Which sect was the elder of Jiange transferred from Jiange?

Why were the Cao family and his party attacked?

When a dead man attacks a spiritual place, it is a fatal act.

Why did Qin Yuanhe and his companions come to Jiange?

When Qin Yuanhe got this sword, why didn't he refine it or practice it?

Han Muye wanted to withdraw the sword energy poured into the sword body, but found that it was empty.

The sword energy disappeared!

Han Muye held the hilt of the sword in his hand and felt a chill all over his body.

All this is a calculation!

The Tailing Sword Sect set up this trap at the expense of a supreme leader, several powerful people in the realm, and countless low-level disciples!

The Sanqin Sword Sect is the bureau.

Qin Yuanhe is the bureau.

The end of this game is Jiange.

The great demon suppressed under the sword pavilion!
To be continued...