The power was also transmitted through the air. At this time, the middle-aged man in black robe that Han Muye saw was like a bright moon compared with the master of the Southern Wilderness.
This person's power has been transmitted countless thousands of miles away, and it is still magnificent, as if the heaven and earth are vast.
What level of great monk is this?
Looking at the smiling face of the middle-aged man, Han Muye slowly released his sword from his palm.
He didn't inject sword energy into the sword, so he could release it whenever he wanted.
The middle-aged man wearing a green robe showed a hint of astonishment on his face. He looked Han Muye up and down, then chuckled and dispersed.
Countless thousands of miles away, in the imperial city of Zhongzhou, a voice sounded faintly in a majestic palace.
"Come, come and have a look at Jiuxuan Mountain in Xijiang."
After a moment, a flying horse rushed out.
On the plaque in front of the main hall, there are three ancient characters "Wen Xiangfu".
…
On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye let go of his hand and looked at the sword in front of him, with a complicated expression on his face.
Xuanyang Guard, Xuanyang Sword.
The elder of Jiange said that there is no Xuanyang Sword in the world, which means that there is no Xuanyang Sword that hides endless opportunities.
The Xuanyang Sword is nothing more than the secret guard sword of the Tianxuan Dynasty in Zhongzhou.
This secret guard is in the hands of Prime Minister Wen of the Tianxuan Dynasty in Zhongzhou.
If you are willing, you can become a Xuanyang Guard with this sword.
Hold this sword to take care of the injustices in the world and protect the peace of the Tianxuan world.
The picture he saw in the sword made Han Muye's blood boil.
Bloodthirsty monsters, possessed Daxiu, alien beasts from heaven, evil spirits who practice with human blood...
Anyone who harms the human race of Tianxuan World and disrupts the order of Tianxuan World is the enemy of Xuanyang Guard.
Wearing darkness, the sword has light.
"Zhongzhou."
Sitting slowly in front of the long desk, Han Muye whispered softly.
"not the right time yet."
"However, I have to go and see it anyway..."
——————
After returning from delivering swords to Fengshou Mountain, word spread about the battle there.
Two Heaven Realm major cultivators in the Southern Wilderness were in charge, and several half-step Heaven Realm experts took action. If the Western Frontier had not been familiar with the terrain and convenient, they would have been defeated long ago.
Currently, the Xijiang Heaven Realm is undergoing an overhaul. Master Tu Sun of the Taiyi Sword Sect has arrived at Fengshou Mountain and fought a battle with the great monster of the Southern Wilderness Heaven Realm.
With one against two, Master Tu Sun remained undefeated.
It was also because of the support of Master Tu Sun that the low-level disciples of Xijiang were able to achieve several great victories.
Among them, He Xuanqi and Wang Hui, who use the combined swords of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, have outstanding combat prowess and have become famous in Western Xinjiang.
The name of Jiuxuan Sword Sect has also gained a lot of weight in the Western Xinjiang cultivation world.
Yang Dingshan fought three battles with Banbu Tianjing in Fengshou Mountain, but unfortunately he failed to kill the opponent.
The fighting power of the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness is not comparable to that of Xia Yunyang, the elder of the Tailing Sword Sect who was injured before.
Han Muye, who was in charge of Jiange, would listen to the news through the door every day.
Whether it was the information that Lu Gao gathered among the servants and the outer sect, or the various information circulated in the spiritual land, Han Muye would integrate it and then make his own judgment.
Perhaps, this is what it takes to be an outsider in the chess game?
"The sword pavilion is an important place. No one can enter without holding a sword——"
At the entrance of Jiange, Lu Gao's loud voice sounded.
"Are you Lu Gao who has practiced Bingjian Jue?"
“Really good.”
A rough voice sounded.
Han Muye, who was on the third floor of Jiange Pavilion, stood up and walked down the stairs.
Lu Shi.
Li San.
When he came to the door of the sword pavilion, he saw Lu Shi, who was wearing a white robe and neatly tied up, and Li San, who was wearing a green robe and had a cold face, standing in front of the door of the sword pavilion.
"Lu Yizeng, an inner disciple of the Sword Sect, comes to receive the sword." Lu Shi raised his hand and cupped it towards Han Muye.
"Li Xixi, come and receive the sword." Li San's eyes fell on Han Muye and he spoke lightly.
Lu Gao stood in front of the sword pavilion with his mouth wide open.
The fifth in the inner sect, Lu Yizeng.
The second in the inner sect is Li Xixi.
Han Muye knew that the direct descendants of the sect still had the status of an inner sect.
Being a direct descendant is only a status among the upper echelons of the sect, not everyone in the sect knows it.
Just like his nineteenth direct descendant, only a few people in the entire sect know him.
"Third sister, tenth brother, are you going down the mountain?"
Han Muye looked at the two of them and spoke in a low voice.
The two of them had been in seclusion before, and Qi Shisan and the others did not come out of the spiritual place when they came down the mountain.
"We need reinforcements from Fengshou Mountain." Lu Shi said calmly.
really.
The news coming over there brings good news but not bad news.
But judging from the recent transfer of top players in the sect, it’s really not very optimistic.
The strength of the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan is much more powerful than that of the Western Xinjiang.
"When will Third Sister and Tenth Brother leave?" Han Muye looked at the two of them and asked.
"Take the sword and leave." Li San's voice was still so cold.
Li San, who walked out of the spiritual land, had the fierceness and indifference of a swordsman.
"Brother Lu, go prepare a table of wine and food." Han Muye looked at the sky and said with a smile, "I always eat the wine and food of the tenth brother. I have to practice it for you today."
Lu Gao nodded and ran away.
Lu Shi and Li San looked at each other and nodded.
"Brother Ten, which sword do you want to choose?"
"If it's convenient, could you show me your best swordsmanship?"
Han Muye looked at Lu Shi and said softly.
In the spiritual land, Han Muye said that he was good at choosing swords.
The current evaluation of the sword watchers in the Jiuxuan Sword Sect has changed from the mysterious and short-lived before to the righteous Sixth Brother and Senior Brother Han who is good at choosing swords.
"Haha, okay, I heard that Senior Brother Han from Jiange does not know any swordsmanship." Lu Shi raised his hand, and a big sword appeared in his hand.
"I also want to see how good you are at choosing a sword and knowing the sword, Nineteen."
After the words fell, Lu Shi swung the big sword in his hand straight down.
"drink--"
The sword light shines like a rushing river.
Three mysterious swordsmanship, rushing.
This swordsmanship itself is infused with water power, turning it into an endless superposition of power.
The waters of the Tianhe River rush thousands of miles, and mountains and rivers can be destroyed.
Lu Shi's sword light has almost condensed into sword intent. Looking at his sword skills, one feels unsteady and unable to control himself.
It's as if you're standing under a 10,000-foot waterfall, and the water will break you into pieces when your head hits it.
"Tenth brother has mastered the swordsmanship of rushing swords. With each move, he can flow thousands of miles and overturn the river."
Han Muye's voice sounded.
The look on Lu Shi's face changed as the sword light flashed in his hand, and the sword light became longer and more rapid.
Li San, who was standing aside, also looked at Han Muye with curiosity.
"Buzz——"
Lu Shi finished his swordsmanship practice, returned his sword to its sheath, and then stood at the foot of the stone steps.
There was also a turbulent cloud above his head that looked like the Milky Way.
This is a manifestation of the influence of the sword's intention on the clouds of heaven and earth, and is a method only available to true masters.
"Tenth brother, although your rushing swordsmanship is superb, you still lack some opportunities in order to completely condense the sword intention and even turn it into the sword power in the future."
Han Muye's words made Lu Shi frown.
"Nineteen is right. Master also said that my swordsmanship is not perfect yet."
Han Muye shook his head, reached out and took the sword from Lu Shi's hand, turned around and entered the sword pavilion.
After a moment, he came out with a sword in his hand.
Seeing the style of this sword, Lu Shi looked strange.
Li San on the side also narrowed his eyes and stared at the sword in Han Muye's hand.
"The pinnacle of semi-spiritual weapons, the sword of Cui Youjin, the elder of the Sword Sect five hundred years ago."
"Clear flow."
Han Muye held the long sword and spoke calmly.
"Elder Cui? He was a half-step master of water veins back then?"
Lu Shiyi was stunned and hurriedly asked.
"Yes." Han Muye nodded and handed over the sword.
"This sword is three feet, one inch and eight cents long, weighs five kilograms, and its blade is two cents wide."
Lu Shi held the sword and reached out to pull it out. He saw that it was a thin sword only two minutes wide.
"Nineteen, you want me to use this sword?" Lu Shi frowned.
This sword is much lighter and thinner than his big sword.
Not used to it at all.
"Lifting a heavy weight as if it were light, lifting a light weight as if it were heavy. This realm has been reached for Brother Ten already." Han Muye pointed at the long sword and said calmly: "What Brother Ten wants to do is to kill with this sword."
Kill?
Lu Shi raised his head.
"Brother Ten, there is no murderous intent in your sword."
"At that time, Elder Cui used this sword to destroy the Zhu Yuan Sword Sect, beheading three hundred sword cultivators, and killing Zhu Yuanjiang completely red."
Han Muye's mind was filled with the shock he felt when he saw this scene.
Sword repair, killing people.
What is the purpose of repairing a sword that does not kill people?
At that moment, he had a clear understanding in his heart.
Turning his head, Han Muye looked at Li San: "Third Sister, what do you think of the sword I chose for Brother Ten?"
Li San nodded and said: "Okay."
"This guy usually hunts a lot of small animals, but I guess he hasn't killed anyone yet."
Lu Shi, who was standing aside, blushed and murmured: "I kill, why do I kill..."
Han Muye shook his head.
How can a sword that has never killed anyone come from a sword?
Li San's eyes were shining brightly as he looked at Han Muye: "Nineteen, help me choose a sword too."
She raised her hand and threw the sword in her hand to Han Muye.
"I just need to change my sword."
Reaching out to grab Li San's cyan sword, Han Muye raised his head and looked at her.
"If you choose well for me, I will give you half of my wine." Li San said softly.
Sad wine.
The wine given to Li San by Deng Chungang.
This wine can condense the sword energy and make it more pure.
There are many ways to consolidate sword energy in the world of spiritual practice, but Han Muye feels that this sad wine is the best among them.
"Okay, I'll try."
Han Muye chuckled and placed his hand on the hilt of Li San's cyan long sword.
Iron sword.
This is an ordinary iron sword.
The sword even had numerous scars on it and was almost on the verge of breaking into pieces.
This is a fine iron long sword used by ordinary people.
Even the handyman disciples who first entered the sect would not be able to use such a sword.
Han Muye raised his head and looked at Li San, who looked calm.
He closed his eyes slightly and held the hilt of the sword with his palm.
He was very curious, how did Li San use such a sword to sweep through the inner gate of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, and was only defeated by Deng Chungang?
The sword energy was poured into it, and the long sword vibrated softly.
Han Muye did not dare to pour too much sword energy into it, for fear that the sword would break.
The sword energy entered the sword body, and the sword seemed to want to struggle and refuse, but it still showed a picture.
"Little girl, this sword can protect you."
A little girl of seven or eight years old was shivering. In front of her, a tall young man with a big wine gourd tied around his waist, his hair disheveled, spoke loudly.
All around, corpses lay lying one after another.
"My name is Deng Chungang, a disciple of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
"You saw, I am a swordsman."
"With one sword, the world is free."
"Today I give you this sword to tell you, hold the sword in your hand to protect yourself and kill those who can be killed."
"Understand?"
As the young man spoke, he picked up the gourd from his waist and drank a few gulps of wine.
"Here, take a few sips too, so you won't be afraid anymore."
The wine gourd was brought to the little girl's mouth. The little girl opened her mouth, staring at the tall young man, and held the sword tightly with both hands.
