396, Nine-story sword pavilion, spanning time and space at a glance
The same to you.
Hearing Han Muye's words, Bai Zeyu was stunned for a moment, then strode away with a long smile.
The other sword cultivators around him turned their heads and looked at Han Muye.
Who can face the rising star of the Endless Sea head-on and still be so calm? Who is this person?
You know, Bai Zeyu just defeated Shui Yue'er, the Young Palace Master of Shuiling Palace, and he was in the limelight for a moment!
"He is Han Muye of Yujingjianpu!" Someone shouted in a low voice.
Yujing Jianpu, Han Muye, the unparalleled swordsman.
It turns out to be this person!
Among the swordsmen of Shattered Star Island, this one is probably the one who has become famous recently.
Review the sword, sword formation, destroy the life-killing tower.
No wonder even Bai Zeyu would invite me.
"Mr. Han, thank you for the Heart Refining Sword Formation." A swordsman in green bowed to Han Muye.
Many people also followed suit and bowed to Han Muye.
Most of the sword cultivators present had experienced the Heart Refining Sword Formation.
"Mr. Han, Jincheng would like to thank you for wiping out the life-threatening building." A big man with a thick sword on his back clasped his fists towards Han Muye.
At this moment, almost everyone in front of Liukui Pavilion looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye bowed his hands in return, then walked up the steps with a smile.
The Liukui Pavilion disciple checking his identity in front bowed and asked him to enter the attic.
"I really can't keep this kid." Outside Liukui Pavilion, Zuo Tianya's eyes flashed and he spoke in a low voice.
Zhu Wulan beside him looked gloomy, nodded, and the two of them walked into the pavilion.
Han Muye was already standing in a wilderness.
Liukui Pavilion is the Great Monk Sword Pavilion, which is also transformed from the Tao Domain and forms its own space.
When he landed in it, Han Muye could already feel the characteristics of this space.
sword.
The wasteland is dotted with decayed swords.
Even those strange beasts seemed to be carrying long swords.
Han Muye raised his hand, and a rotten long sword fell on his palm.
When the sword was taken into hand, it immediately shattered into pieces.
This made him stunned for a moment, and then he chuckled.
Fake.
I thought that someone would really gather so many swords in his sword pavilion, but it turned out that they were all fake swords.
These swords are nothing more than pieces of rotten wood.
Not right either.
Looking at the densely packed swords in front of him, Han Muye squatted down.
These swords are not inserted in the wilderness, but grow in the wilderness.
In the wilderness, will there be swords?
Turning his head, Han Muye looked at the skinny beasts.
The swords carried by these strange beasts are not on their backs, but on their backs.
The wasteland of the long sword, the strange beast of the long sword?
Han Muye raised his hand, ready to summon a sword of his own, but found that neither the sword box nor any other sword weapon could be summoned.
This is the suppression of the power of the Tao realm.
"Roar--"
Ahead, the alien beast roared and charged towards Han Muye.
There was a violent aura mingling with the alien beast, and the sword light shone during the collision.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes. He moved his body to avoid the collision of the strange beast, and raised his hand to press on its back.
"Canglang——"
The long sword on the alien beast's back was pulled out.
With the sword in his hand, Han Muye raised his hand and made a stroke.
A three-foot sword beam cut off the strange beast.
The severed body of the alien beast turned into a blue cloud, wrapping Han Muye's sword.
The blade of this sword is wrapped in clouds, giving it a touch of spirituality.
Semi-spiritual weapon.
Holding a long sword in hand, Han Muye understood the rules of this sword trial.
Kill more strange beasts and collect more swords.
In the first level of the trial, you can pass the level by turning the sword in your hand into a low-grade spiritual weapon.
This shouldn't be difficult.
Holding the long sword in his hand, Han Muye turned his head and looked forward.
Over there, several more strange beasts came running.
"boom--"
A ray of sword light struck down, sweeping away those strange beasts and turning them into blue clouds.
Han Muye looked at a middle-aged swordsman holding a big sword in front of him and laughed, then faded away.
His sword has been turned into a low-grade spiritual weapon, enough to enter the lower level of Jian Pavilion.
Han Muye shook his head.
He looked at the sword in his hand.
The sword is three feet long, simple in shape, and has a dark edge.
When the sword energy penetrates, you can feel its direction like veins.
He raised his hand and held a sword stuck in the wilderness.
A faint trace of the sword penetrated.
Again, there is context in it.
It's just that these swords seem to be dead and completely decayed. Even if the sword energy is poured into them, there is no response at all.
"boom--"
Ahead, figures fell down one after another, killing the scattered strange beasts, and then left.
There are quite a few strange beasts carrying long swords in this wasteland.
"when--"
Two sword cultivators took action against a strange beast.
The swords clashed, and the sword energy was scattered in all directions.
In the end, a sword cultivator was pierced through the arm by a sword, blood was spilled, and he died.
Another winner took action to kill the alien beast, and the sword in his hand shone, leading him to leave this level.
Han Muye walked over and looked around.
Most of the decayed swords were broken into pieces when the two fought, but there were still a few swords standing in their original places.
Han Muye reached out to explore and found that although these swords were exhausted, there was still a trace of power left.
Very weak.
When he raised his hand to hold the nearest sword, a strange look appeared on his face.
There is a trace of blood on this sword.
It was spilled on the sword cultivator just now.
At this time, the originally dry veins on the sword became a little more moist.
There is also a bit more vitality in it.
Watered with Qi and blood?
Raise your head and look towards the endless wilderness.
How much blood does this require...
"Canglang——"
Han Muye unsheathed his long sword and struck the sword cultivator who fell not far away.
The sword edge scraped against his body, bringing up a pool of blood.
The swordsman with empty hands looked pale and stood at a loss in the wasteland full of broken swords.
Han Muye said calmly: "Let's go."
Walk?
Don't kill yourself?
The sword cultivator left blankly, walked several feet away, and even looked back.
Han Muye checked it out, and sure enough, the sword that had been watered with Qi and blood had come to life.
He looked around with a smile on his face.
"boom--"
The long sword in his hand turned into endless sword light and rushed into the distance.
…
Outside the Jiange, Xu Chuanhe and several old men in green robes stood side by side.
All of them had serious expressions on their faces.
Around the sword pavilion, there are many disciples of Liu Kui Pavilion who are pouring their own strength into it to help the sword pavilion operate.
The power of this six-story sword pavilion has slowly collapsed due to the death of its owner.
Without external support, it would have collapsed long ago.
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"I wonder if we can find a master for the sword pavilion this time." A long-bearded old man frowned and said softly.
"Zhu Yuran, Zheng Tao, and Wang Mingxu are all Jiange's elites. I hope they can be recognized by Jiange." A white-haired old man said calmly with his hands behind his back.
"Also, Han Muye." Xu Chuanhe's eyes were bright.
The other old men also nodded.
They are not worried that the sword pavilion will be acquired by outsiders. Without the introduction of their own swordsmanship and the compatibility of their own martial arts, it is impossible to refine the sword pavilion.
"Hey, it's a pity that Han Muye offended too many people, Shui Yue'er from Shuiling Palace..." An old man shook his head and sighed softly.
The expressions of Xu Chuanhe and others also changed slightly.
In the sword pavilion trial, life and death are unpredictable.
"Buzz——"
Suddenly, the golden pavilion shook slightly, causing the sword energy to turbulence.
"Master, this sword pavilion seems to be showing signs of awakening."
Some disciples exclaimed in surprise.
wake?
Can Jiange wake up?
How is it possible that since the master of the sword pavilion died, the sword pavilion has become silent!
But at this time, the halo on the sword pavilion was clearly more dynamic.
Could it be that Jiange is really about to wake up?
What happened in the sword pavilion?
Xu Chuanhe and others looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.
…
On the second floor of Jiange, there is a rocky beach.
A tall swordsman fell down, holding a long sword in front of him.
"Senior brother." He called out, and a young man also holding a sword came over.
"Brother, why are you here?" The young man glanced at the tall sword cultivator and frowned, "Didn't we agree to gather here, why haven't the other brothers come here yet?"
Hearing his words, a look of fear flashed across the face of the tall swordsman, and he whispered: "I guess they were trapped in the first-level sword energy wasteland."
"I don't know where the lunatic came from. He didn't want to quickly gather his swords and go to the second floor in the Sword Qi Wasteland, but he attacked everywhere. Anyone who entered the Sword Qi Wasteland would have to fight."
Are there such people?
The young swordsman obviously arrived early and didn't know about this, so he asked curiously: "Then this person was not killed?"
The tall swordsman shook his head, his face even more frightened.
He raised his arm, revealing his chopped off robe: "One sword."
The wound was about a foot long, and the blood had solidified.
The young swordsman's eyes widened and he whispered: "Senior brother, can one sword hurt you?"
"Doesn't that mean you are extremely strong in swordsmanship?"
"What is such a master doing on the first floor?"
The tall swordsman shook his head.
How does he know.
On the beach on the second floor, almost every subsequent sword cultivator cursed in a low voice.
Gradually, some people also knew who the sword cultivator was who was challenging everyone on the first floor of the sword pavilion.
Yujing Jianpu, Han Muye.
This guy swept through almost all the sword cultivators who could challenge him, but he was still injured but not killed.
Many people were secretive, but they could not hide the fact that they were defeated by Han Muye's sword.
"Do you think he didn't know the rules of the sword pavilion trial, thought he was going to challenge it in the wilderness, and didn't know the rules of gathering swords and rushing to the second floor?"
Someone suddenly spoke with a smile in their eyes.
"That's not the case..."
"It's possible that he came to Broken Star Island from outside, and Liukui Pavilion may not tell him the rules."
Someone gloated about the misfortune.
Those sword cultivators who were injured by Han Muye became happy again.
No matter how strong you are, it doesn't matter, you're still on the first level and don't know how to get up?
…
At this time, there were not many practitioners on the first floor of the sword pavilion.
Han Muye was in the wilderness, with long swords growing around him.
After five days of collecting blood and watering them, these swords have regained their vitality.
When the number of swords that had been restored to life reached a thousand, Han Muye could feel that the entire wasteland was coming to life.
The clouds that had been stationary began to roll.
Many strange beasts carrying swords on their backs were scratched by the long swords.
Many swords were also eaten by strange beasts.
vitality.
In five days, Han Muye defeated countless sword cultivators.
The powerful ones in the heaven realm undergo major repairs, while the weak ones reach the earth realm and first enter the channel.
Some are defeated with one sword, and blood is spilled, and some are fought fiercely with hundreds of moves, and the final blow is bloody.
No one is Han Muye's opponent.
On the beach on the second floor, more people were silent.
So what if you can come to the second floor? Aren't you still unable to block someone else's sword?
"boom--"
When the number of swords watered with blood reached one hundred thousand, the entire sword pavilion shook, and countless sword energy swirled and rose into the air.
Han Muye raised the sword in his hand and looked at the sword's edge.
At this time, the sword in his hand seemed to be calling.
He stretched out his left hand, gently pressed the sword's edge with his palm, and slowly tightened it.
Stained with blood.
There were blood marks on his palm, and the sword was wrapped with blood.
The moment his blood dripped onto the wasteland, all the sword energy in the air turned into a torrent and hit the sword in front of him.
The golden light exploded, and the endless stream of light enveloped him.
When the light dissipated, there was no trace of Han Muye in the wasteland.
Countless swords resounded in the wasteland.
"That guy is finally gone..." Someone stuck his head out from behind the rocks and spoke in a low voice.
"Has he been favored by the sword pavilion for causing so many swords to tremble?" A disciple of the sword pavilion wearing a green robe and carrying a long sword muttered to himself, pondered for a moment, and did not move to draw the sword.
Dispersed in place.
When he appeared, he was already outside the Jiange.
"I want to see the elders."
"There are changes in the sword pavilion..."
…
When Han Muye landed on the gravel beach on the second floor, he saw sword cultivators fighting with various four-legged monsters on the beach.
It's not difficult, as long as you kill ten four-legged monsters, you can leave this level.
By the time he reached the second floor, there were only three to five thousand sword cultivators left here.
"he came!"
Kendo Han Muye has changed the color of countless people.
"Kill the monster quickly, who knows what this guy is going to do?" Someone exclaimed, and then the sword light in his hand was faster.
There seems to be nothing special about this level. If you kill enough ten monsters, you will be sent directly to the third level.
This level is not difficult for most swordsmen.
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The sword cultivators who saw Han Muye's arrival quickly took action, but Han Muye stood where he was but did not move.
Half of his mind was looking forward, and the other half was focused on the sword in his hand.
Ahead, the four-legged monsters emerging from the depths of the tidal flat seemed to be endless, and even spiritual thoughts could not suppress them.
The sword in his hand, with its divine light now restrained, was no different from an ordinary sword.
But he could feel the sword energy surging like a tide in the sword.
This sword is not a first-class spiritual weapon, but a top-grade spiritual weapon!
The best spiritual weapon is already half a magic weapon, and the power it exerts is extraordinary.
Holding this sword, a single strike of the sword can directly activate a hundred-foot-long sword light and sweep across a swarm of monsters.
Sweep?
Han Mu's ambition was shaken.
He flew away and landed in front of a four-legged monster, stabbing forward with his long sword.
"Stab-"
The sword light pierced the top of the monster's head, nailing it to the beach.
A faint spiritual energy was collected and fell on the sword.
Spirituality.
really!
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
He guessed correctly.
The first level of this sword pavilion is the growth of the sword's veins, and the second level is the spiritual blessing of the sword.
As for how to have enough spirituality, it depends on the demand.
Looking up and looking at the strange beasts coming like a tide in front of him, Han Muye flew up.
"Haha, he went to kill the monster." Seeing Han Muye rushing towards the monster, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
If he doesn't come to fight with him again, this guy is not crazy yet.
"This guy is serious. If you kill ten monsters, you will be taken to the third floor. What's the use of rushing forward?" Someone said with a smile.
"Perhaps he wants to hit ten?" someone grinned.
perhaps--
In mid-air, Han Muye's figure directly knocked away the monster blocking the way.
The divine beast lowered his body so that he was not afraid of the monsters at all and directly knocked those monsters away.
Falling hundreds of miles away, there are only countless monsters around.
"Buzz——"
The sword vibrated in his palm, and the cold sword intent shot directly into the sky.
cut!
"boom--"
One sword slashed horizontally, surrounded by ten miles of sword light.
The bodies of countless four-legged monsters collapsed.
Spirituality turned into a torrent, intertwined into a long dragon, and directly knocked down the third floor as Han Muye was being led away.
From the perspective of second- and third-level sword cultivators, it was a spiritual dragon following behind him.
"Is this, is this the designated heir to Jiange..." Someone whispered on the second floor.
Some people had to kill ten monsters to clear the level, but this guy killed thousands of monsters with one sword and just gathered his spirituality into a dragon.
How does this compare?
"That's it!" Someone shouted, his eyes lit up, and then he ran headlong into the pile of monsters in front of him.
"boom--"
The monster struck him and he was knocked away before he could even draw his sword.
…
The third floor of the sword pavilion is surrounded by green mountains and forests.
Han Muye landed on a bluestone, and the spiritual dragon crashed into the sword in his hand.
The sword vibrated and turned into a yellow puppy.
The sword takes shape and becomes a magic weapon.
Although it is not as spiritual as Taoist Dayan and Zhao Yunlong who Han Muye stayed in Tianxuan, it still means that they have become magic weapons and have their own spiritual wisdom.
Not all magic weapons can have spiritual intelligence.
On the contrary, 90% of magic weapons have no spiritual wisdom.
Han Muye landed on the bluestone, and many sword cultivators not far away saw him and quickly ran away.
Anyone who can be followed by a spiritual dragon is a strong man. Who wants to face off so early?
Looking around, Han Muye did not move, but sat cross-legged.
He simply refined the swords he obtained on the first level.
At the second level, the spiritual dragon was infused into a magic weapon, and the sword was almost out of his control.
"Buzz——"
Raising his hand a little, the yellow puppy condensed into a long sword and landed in front of Han Muye.
He stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, and a sword energy penetrated the sword body.
Han Muye's face changed.
A picture appeared in his mind!
Didn't he pull this sword out from the back of a strange beast and then infuse it with spirituality into a magic weapon? How could it be remembered?
What appeared in the picture in his mind was a black-bearded Taoist wearing a green robe, holding a long sword, and running rampant in all directions.
The master of the sword pavilion!
In this sword pavilion, whether it’s spirituality or sword, the master should be this one.
If Han Muye hadn't thought of refining the sword, he wouldn't have been able to see these scenes.
The screen flashed as the sword cultivator searched for swords everywhere and sealed them in his sword pavilion.
As the scene changed, Han Muye sat up straight.
The three-story sword pavilion was transformed into four, five, and six stories.
Once you enter the fifth floor of the Sword Pavilion, you can go straight to the upper level for three days!
"boom--"
The picture shook and seemed to dissipate.
The sword energy in Han Muye's hand was continuously poured into it, stabilizing the scene.
The six-story sword pavilion behind the Taoist shines, breaks through the void, and rushes into the upper three heavens.
Clouds and waves are gathering!
The last three days were completely built on clouds!
The City of Immortal Cloud, the World of Immortal Source, last three days!
Continuous sword pavilions are surrounded by a nine-story tower.
Surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds, the nine-story golden pagoda shines with fairy light.
Han Muye couldn't help but focus all his attention on the nine-story sword pavilion.
"boom--"
A thunderbolt from the void came down, shattering all the images in Han Muye's mind.
"Hey, interesting..."
A faint voice sounded in Han Muye's mind.
Han Muye looked pale.
This feeling is thousands of times more oppressive than when I faced Tianxuan Daozu directly.
There are rumors in the cultivation world that those great monks who are not involved in the reincarnation of cause and effect can be detected by outsiders even if they are thousands of miles away and spying on them through the years.
Maybe the rumors are true.
Nine-story sword pavilion.
Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.
You can see your own great monk across time and space with just one glance.