Sword Pavilion inheritance, the sword of the soul.
Using the sword of the soul to control Jianwan, the double-headed handleless long sword carried a dazzling light, and in the blink of an eye, it carried a terrifying sharpness.
The young man in green robes and jade belt made a sword secret with his hand, and the flying sword swept across. Dozens of practitioners in gray robes in front were suppressed by the sword and could not raise their heads.
"Run away!"
"This is an extremely powerful swordsman, this world is too strong!"
"Hmph, go back and report, and let the Yuntian Dao Alliance send a large army to conquer this world."
Each of these people has a level of cultivation that is no less than that of a pill-forming practitioner, but in front of the sword that Jianwan transformed into, they have no power to fight back at all.
In the end, after leaving behind seven or eight corpses, the practitioners fled in a hurry through a crack in the void.
The young man in green robes and jade belt raised his hand to hold the sword pill, and then looked at the crack with a hint of dark spiritual light.
"Is this the crack in the void that was sealed by Senior Sword Master Yuan Tian seven thousand years ago?"
"The cracks in the void, the cultivators outside the realm, are really wonderful."
"I, Mo Shenghua, was born with a sword type and a clear sword heart. I have perfected the Xuanyang Sword Technique in one year. There is no point in staying in the Tianxuan world any longer."
The young man looked at the changing light and shadow and whispered.
"Okay, back then, Senior Yuan Tian was able to use his body as bait to seal off this crack in the void, and I, Mo Shenghua, can do it too."
The green-robed young man's eyes were shining brightly, and his body had a fighting spirit rising to the sky.
"However, I'd better keep my sword pavilion inheritance first. Senior Yuan Tian's sword pills should also stay in the Tianxuan world."
In the picture in Han Muye's mind, the young man turned and left.
In the next screen, he saw the familiar scene on the third floor of the Jiang Pavilion.
This young man named Mo Shenghua was actually the leader of Jiange three thousand years ago.
"The Xuanyang Sword Technique is too obscure and difficult to understand. It was originally created by Prime Minister Wen to seal the Void."
"Without the realm of clear sword heart, it will take at least three hundred years to master this technique."
In the sword pavilion, Mo Shenghua placed three jade slips on the long table.
"I divided this technique into three techniques. Although there is only one sword left, this sword can fight against the heavenly realm with a hundred breaths."
"As long as the Jiuxuan Sword Sect selects loyal disciples and practices in secret, it can take a period of time to master such a sword."
"With this sword, Jiuxuan Sword Sect can protect itself."
Mo Shenghua stood up and placed the sword pill on the long table.
"Haha, I'll go outside and have a look. Maybe I'll be back in a hundred years. It's enough to have so many backup options."
As soon as the words fell, his figure turned into the breeze and dissipated in the same place.
The sword pills and jade slips were later put away.
The sword pills were circulated in the Sword Pavilion and the Zongmen Treasure House. Many Jianmen elders exchanged the sword pills and kept them warm and nourished.
In three thousand years, this Jiange senior has never appeared again.
There are no rumors of invasion by outside practitioners in Western Xinjiang, nor has news of void cracks spread.
"Buzz——"
The sword pill vibrated, and streams of sword energy poured into Han Muye's meridians.
This is the sword energy that has resided in Jianwan for generations when the Jianmen elders warmed it up.
The sword energy is strong, but rather mixed, not very much.
After all, this sword pill is not the treasure that the elders are mainly refining this time.
After a hundred breaths, the sword energy dissipated completely.
Just when Han Muye was about to pour his own sword energy into the sword pill for sacrifice, a faint aura came out of the sword pill.
A jade-white halo directly enveloped Han Muye's figure.
"Jiange finally has a junior who combines the three techniques into one?"
"I, Mo Shenghua, have been cultivating the Xuanyang Sword Technique to perfection in one year. How long did it take you?"
"After practicing the Xuanyang Sword Technique, you become the commander of the Xuanyang Guard. When Prime Minister Wen asked me to go to Zhongzhou, I didn't go. There are disciples in the younger generation who have mastered the Xuanyang Jue. Remember to go to Zhongzhou."
"You can be considered a thoughtful person if you can discover the secret in Jianwan. Let's continue with this reward."
Mo Shenghua's voice was filled with pride, and an extremely pure soul power flowed from the sword pill, turned into a torrent, and hit Han Muye's chest.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
This senior said he would be rewarded, but also used a small trick to test him.
If he hadn't cultivated the Divine Soul Sword, he wouldn't have been able to mobilize the power of the Divine Soul, and he would have been killed by this power.
"Buzz——"
The power of the divine soul in the divine treasure is stimulated, and the sword art that condenses the divine soul in the Xuanyang Jue circulates.
The divine soul power from the sword pill instantly behaved and turned into a small green sword, which landed in Han Muye's divine treasure.
As soon as this little sword appeared, the soul sword shadow given by Master Tu Sun immediately lost its temper and obediently gave up its position.
This small sword is more solid and more agile than Master Tu Sun's Soul Sword.
Opening his eyes and looking at the sword pill that was shaking slightly in his palm, Han Muye's eyes shone with divine light.
It is really unimaginable that senior Mo Shenghua, who has guarded the sword pavilion for three thousand years, can form such a sword in one year.
Yuan Tianjian Zun, Mo Shenghua.
This kind of swordsmanship is the true style of a senior, with one sword moving horizontally and vertically.
Holding the sword pill tightly in his hand, Han Muye's spiritual energy rolled over his body, and pieces of spiritual stone shattered.
As long as this sword pill is refined, three sword pills can form a three-star sword array.
This is the basis of Yuan Tian Sword Master Zhou Tian Sword Formation.
Such a sword formation is extremely powerful in the hands of Sword Master Yuan Tian. It can kill the Heavenly Nascent Soul Daxiu in just an instant.
Sword energy and spiritual light surged, and Han Muye's body glowed with mysterious light.
After entering into foundation building with spiritual energy cultivation, Han Muye refined sword pills much faster.
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For the next two days, the fighting was fierce during the day.
The practitioners led by Tang Chi and He Xuanqi clashed with the demon clan, and there were bloody battles.
He Xuanqi fought with his two swords with all his might. The paths taken by the two swords were strange and agile, and the monsters who fought him were completely unable to deal with them.
If it weren't for his rough skin and thick flesh, He Xuanqi might be able to kill the monsters with two swords alone.
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect disciples behind him protected him with all their strength and helped him fight.
He Xuanqi was so dazzling that he even overshadowed Tang Chi who was also rushing into the formation.
When the sun went down, the mountains of Yunchao Ridge cheered, welcoming the return of He Xuanqi, who was holding a sword in both hands and covered in blood.
He Xuanqi dragged his sword and walked away, his figure blending with the silhouette behind him, as if they were two people walking together.
Many Jiuxuan Sword Sect disciples came forward to protect Hexuanqi as he turned around and cultivated.
Then many people turned back and looked at Han Muye who was standing on the cliff.
With two middle-grade spiritual stones, Senior Brother Han from Jiange will give you guidance on swordsmanship.
Regardless of whether it is a unique swordsmanship or a sect inheritance, as long as you practice it once, Senior Brother Han can find its shortcomings or point out key points.
Fighting at the foot of the mountain, He Xuanqi's two swords were dazzling, and the disciples beside him had a strong fighting spirit, which was visible to everyone.
Who doesn’t want this kind of improvement in combat power?
With the guidance of Senior Brother Han, we can have such an opportunity.
Just two spiritual stones, not expensive at all!
Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan maintained order and helped collect the spirit stones, and then Han Muye gave instructions on swordsmanship.
There were only about twenty people in one night.
Everyone is very conscious.
By the third day, the number of people charging down the mountain had reached more than fifty people.
With the idea of honing their swordsmanship, these Jiuxuan Sword Sect disciples followed He Xuanqi behind him and fought with all their strength.
In this way, the casual cultivators and small sect cultivators were able to withstand a lot of pressure and their casualties were reduced.
On the night of the third day, Han Muye gave everyone instructions on swordsmanship as usual, and then everyone dispersed.
Huang Laoliu asked Lu Qingping and Gao Xiaoxuan to return to the station first, then leaned against the bluestone beside Han Muye and looked at the station down the mountain.
Over there, the bonfire was swaying, and there were some quiet sighs and cries.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to kill someone."
Huang Laoliu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.
Han Muye turned to look at him.
"Most of the two hundred thousand were originally gathered to help me find Ping Mei."
"They were not dragged to Yunchaoling willingly."
There was a faint flame rising in Huang Laoliu's eyes, and he lowered his voice: "No one wants to die here so unclearly."
Han Muye nodded.
Many of those casual cultivators and small sect cultivators did gather together in order to offer rewards.
Later, Jiuxuan Sword Sect recruited them and gave them generous rewards. After training them, they were led to Yunchaoling.
Here, once you come, you can't leave.
Han Muye himself came here to save Huang Laoliu, but if he was stationed in Yunchao Ridge, he would not be able to return to Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Everyone here in Yunchaoling must either die here or stay here.
Leaving without permission is called running away from the battlefield.
You can escape, but after you escape, there will be no more foothold in Xijiang.
As for defecting to the Southern Wilderness, no one has thought about it now.
Among the army of monsters on the opposite side were many cultivators who had defected from Western Xinjiang.
The practitioners who defected were not treated much better than the monsters.
"Brother Six, be careful." Han Muye said softly.
Huang Laoliu grinned and said, "Don't worry, I still have Pingmei to take care of, and I won't die in front of the battle."
Han Muye nodded and lowered his voice: "Brother Six, we are going to the battlefield tomorrow. How about you stay first tonight?"
Upon hearing his words, Huang Laoliu was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red.
"Bah, what did you say?"
"What kind of person am I, your sixth brother?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
As soon as he said this, Huang Laoliu grabbed his legs and ran away like flying.
I don't know what he was going to do.
Han Muye smiled and turned his head, his gaze falling into the distance.
Over there, a figure walked slowly.
Shaky.
"Senior Brother Han."
Zhao Youzhi, whose steps were somewhat staggering, looked pale and walked up to Han Muye.
His right arm was empty.
"Are you awake?" Han Muye looked at Zhao Youzhi and said softly, "You should take good care of yourself."
Zhao Youzhi raised his head, and there was a hint of numbness in his sunken eye sockets.
"Senior Brother Han, you once said that I am suitable for left-handed swordsmanship, right?"
Han Muye nodded.
Zhao Youzhi's eyes flashed with inspiration and he whispered: "Then, what now?"
When I said it before, his right hand was still intact.
But now.
It’s different.
Han Muye looked at Zhao Youzhi, pondered, and said nothing.
Zhao Youzhi is an ordinary disciple in the inner sect of Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
His cultivation level is not very high, and his combat power is average.
He represents the appearance of the vast majority of practitioners of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Cultivation is just because of the longing for immortality that I don’t know where. Sword cultivation is just because I want to be a swordsman who can be happy with gratitude and hatred.
That's all.
How many practitioners in the world don’t think so?
Seeing Han Muye's silence, Zhao Youzhi smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said softly: "Senior Brother Han, I understand."
After saying that, he turned around and walked slowly down the mountain.
Looking at Zhao Youzhi's sad figure, Han Muye suddenly whispered: "If I teach you a sword technique that is only for killing, can you keep your heart?"
Zhao Youzhi's figure paused.
He slowly turned around, stared at Han Muye, and nodded.