Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 519, in charge of the Sword Pavilion, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival from Sword Master Makino
519, in charge of the Sword Pavilion, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival from Sword Master Makino
"Buzz——"
The sword light vibrated, and the thirty-two pairs of sword lights on the bluestone were scattered and seemed to collapse directly.
The surrounding Jiange disciples had complicated expressions, their mouths opened wide, but they didn't even dare to breathe out.
Could it be that the most precious treasure of our sect was destroyed like this?
Their cultivation is not enough, their vision is not enough, and they cannot see the significance of the collision of sword lights.
Qi Yu stared at the sword light closely, the string in his heart was so tight that it almost broke.
Han Muye's sword light that spanned 300,000 years was actually on par with the sword light of the previous sword masters. How could they both be destroyed?
"Buzz——"
The sword light vibrated.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes, looking through time and space, facing a black-haired Taoist wearing a lavender robe.
"Disciple of the younger generation, I am glad that there is a person like you in Jiange." The Taoist looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.
He raised his hand, and ninety-nine rays of sword light transformed, shuttled and exploded, flashing like thousands of haloes.
"How about this sword?" the Taoist said softly.
Han Muye nodded.
This sword was countless times stronger than the previous thirty-two sword lights.
This is the true inheritance of this senior.
"I, Su Xinghe, hope to meet you in the immortal world someday." The Taoist laughed and waved his hand, and all the scenes in front of him disappeared.
The halo in front of Han Muye's eyes also turned into nothingness.
He shook his head, and the thirty-two sword lights dissipated, and then condensed with the sword lights stored on the bluestone.
He left his own power in the bluestone, making the sword light that had been shattered by his sword light become more solid.
Across three hundred thousand years, his sword light clashed with the master of the sword pavilion, Senior Su Xinghe, who had already set foot in the immortal world.
Although he could defeat the opponent's thirty-two sword rays, he could not withstand the sword that contained ninety-nine sword rays.
After all, he is a strong senior, and his methods are indeed extraordinary.
The sword light on the bluestone was still there, more solid than before, which made all the sword pavilion disciples breathe a sigh of relief.
Qi Yu turned to look at Han Muye, nodded slightly and bowed slightly.
He sees more than others.
Others only saw sixty-four sword rays, but he saw ninety-nine sword techniques that were as bright as the stars.
This Makino Sword Ancestor received the inheritance from the sword master from 300,000 years ago.
The sword pavilion has not had a sword master for a long time.
The elders from all sides hold the authority of the sword pavilion.
The most important reason is that no one can conquer the entire Jiange and obtain the inheritance from ancient times.
Could it be that this person is really a destined person?
Walking all the way, appreciating the Jiange's heritage and vicissitudes of history, Qi Yu Daozu led them to a mottled hall.
Ask the Heart Hall.
The strong and vicissitudes of handwriting seem to be carved with a sword.
Looking at the big characters, I felt like I was standing under a starry sky, analyzing my own heart.
What is the purpose of practicing cultivation in this life?
"Please." Qi Yu raised his hand and motioned for Han Muye to climb up the steps.
The elder disciples of Jiange who were following Qi Yu had excitement and a hint of worry on their faces.
In Wenxin Hall, 90% of the sword cultivators who entered this place joined the sword pavilion.
But there are also some people who eventually collapse in swordsmanship and lose their soul.
When Han Muye enters the Wenxin Palace today, will he become a member of the Jiange Pavilion, or will something unexpected happen to him?
Huang Zhihu and others looked at each other, but did not step onto the stone steps.
This Wenxin Hall is the core of the Sword Pavilion, and not many people are qualified to enter.
Even Qi Yu and the other elders of Jiange only entered the main hall once in their lives.
"The secrets of my sword pavilion are all here, Sword Ancestor Makino, take care." Qi Yu cupped his hands and shouted.
Han Muye did not look back, he just stood on the stone steps, nodded, stepped out, raised his hand and pushed open the bronze ten-foot-long door, and disappeared in front of the main hall.
Everyone was waiting in front of the nine stone steps, waiting quietly.
When Han Muye stepped into the hall, what he saw was endless sword light.
From the moment he stepped into the hall, he was surrounded by a sea of sword light.
"Stab-"
A ray of sword light condensed into a long sword and slashed towards his neck.
Han Muye kept moving and moved forward.
"when--"
A sword flew out from the Wanhe sword box and blocked the sword.
The two swords collided, shaking away the surrounding sword light.
This blow seemed to be the trigger.
In an instant, countless sword lights condensed into substance, and countless mysterious streams of light were drawn towards Han Muye.
The sword intent and power contained in each of these swords can directly kill a swordsman saint.
Is there such a terrifying and tyrannical power hidden in the Hall of Questioning Heart?
Han Muye's eyes sparkled with energy.
"Buzz——"
The long and short swords in the Wanhe sword box fell into the hands, the long sword was forward, and the short sword protected the body.
At this moment, his figure coincided with the light of the sword, and he followed the sword.
"when--"
A Qingfeng sword that hit three feet in front of him was thrown away by the long sword, and hit several swords behind him, creating a path.
Han Muye stepped forward and took another step forward, slashing horizontally with the sword in his hand. The long sword thrust from the left flew away and hit the falling sword in mid-air, leaving a clear space.
Han Muye moved his sword with each step, and no sword could fall three feet in front of him.
The dagger in his hand protects him, and if there is a sword coming from behind, everyone will be knocked away.
Ten steps.
A hundred steps.
Thousands of steps.
Ten thousand steps.
After ten thousand steps forward, all the long swords in the void were shot down.
In front of Han Muye, the sword light was like a dragon, the blue long sword was flying in the air, and the purple short sword was slashing horizontally and intertwined, the head and tail were missing.
After ten thousand steps, the swords in the void only flashed and never gathered again.
But these flashing long swords already possess the power of space, and every time they flash, their positions are cunning and strange.
Sometimes a sword disappears thousands of feet away, and when it reappears, it's Han Muye's back.
Sometimes a sword suddenly disappears just as it cuts off the head, and then reappears at the feet of Han Muye.
There is also the sword that is fleeting and unpredictable, and its trajectory cannot be captured at all.
Even the master of swordsmanship cannot resist such a sword.
If Qi Yu Daozu had come here, he would have been cut open by the long sword, and he would have been defeated on the spot.
The only person in this world who can reach this far with swordsmanship is Han Muye.
The two swords in Han Muye's hands were steady and agile.
As long as there is a sword within three feet, it will be knocked away in the next moment.
No sword can stay within three feet of his body.
Within three feet, I am invincible.
"boom--"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A long sword was knocked away, Han Muye suddenly took a step forward, and then flew up ten feet straight.
The man was in the void, the Wanhe Sword Box behind him was opened, and thousands of sword lights struck down.
All the long swords gathered into a dragon and crashed into the void ahead.
"when--"
The sound of roaring and cracking came, and a nine-story sword tower appeared in front of Han Muye.
Sword Tower!
Nine-story sword tower!
This sword tower turned out to be the Nine Yuan Sword Tower that Han Muye thought was taken away!
The sword tower in the sword pavilion was not taken away, but stayed.
This is Jiange’s real back-up plan!
In this world, if any force dares to attack the sword tower, they may eventually suffer a bloody blow in front of this sword tower!
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and watched the long dragon of his sword collide and roar with the nine-story sword tower.
On the sword tower, the sword light gathered and turned into a long dragon.
To outsiders, this is a clash of swords.
But only a true master of swordsmanship knows that here, every sword is a kind of swordsmanship and a kind of sword intention.
Ten thousand swords versus ten thousand swords, ten thousand ways against ten thousand ways.
Jiange's kendo foundation is actually so strong!
"Bang——"
The long swords collided, Han Muye raised his hand and all the swords returned.
On the sword tower, the long swords also gathered together again.
Han Muye's eyes fell in front of the sword tower.
There was a swordsman wearing a blue robe.
The sword cultivator raised his head, and the divine light in his eyes collided directly with Han Muye's.
"It's you!"
Jian Xiu looked at Han Muye, surprise flashing across his old face.
Han Muye bowed slightly and bowed his hands.
He had seen the person in front of him before.
When I collected Liukui Pavilion on Broken Star Island, I saw it in the memory of Liukui Pavilion's sword, and faced this man head-on.
"In this world, there is a genius like you. In such a short period of time, you have grown into a strong man that even I can't see through."
Staring at Han Muye, the sword cultivator spoke softly.
Looking at Han Muye, the sword cultivator suddenly said: "Are you the successor of Murong Zheng?"
Murong Zheng, the Lord of the Divine Court in this world.
Han Muye nodded.
He is indeed the inheritor of the God Emperor.
Most of his opportunities were due to inheriting the Divine Court.
The various treasures in his hands and the resources gathered from all parties are the relics of the Divine Court.
"Hey, Murong hasn't given up yet." The sword cultivator sighed, then looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.
"Don't tell me, you really have a chance."
"Come on, I, Xuanling Sword Sect Guan Dongyun, once took charge of Xuanling Sword Sect's Xantian Palace, and was ordered to hunt down the rebellious Mo Luo clan. Unfortunately, he died in this world."
"Pass this test, take charge of the Nine Yuan Sword Tower, and obtain the inheritance of our Xuanling Sword Sect."
The sword cultivator drank in a low voice, and his figure immediately disappeared.
The moment he disappeared, phantoms appeared around Han Muye.
The cyan shadow exudes the unique crushing force of immortal energy.
This is a suppression of spiritual energy practice. Even if there is only a trace, it can make a strong person in heaven restrain his hands.
The power emitted by each figure transformed by immortal energy is equivalent to Han Muye's cultivation level.
"Buzz——"
A long sword was slashed at Han Muye's head.
The speed of the sword light was extremely fast.
The sword light tore into pieces the void, tearing Han Muye's body into pieces along with it.
But his body was shattered and recovered instantly.
"Asking the heart, is this asking the heart?"
Shaking his head, Han Muye walked forward slowly.
Even as those long swords pierced his body and the immortal energy raged, the expression on his face did not change at all.
His figure was torn apart and restored.
"Bang——"
After ten steps, all the cyan figures disappeared, leaving only a dark gold token on the long table in front of them.
Xuntian Hall.
There are three golden words on the token, as well as mysterious interlaced patterns.
All illusions come from this token.
Han Muye didn't know what others saw here or what they would encounter in the end, but he saw this token.
In this Wenxin Palace, there are great formations of swordsmanship and inheritance, but the foundation is the power left by the strong men of the past.
Guan Dongyun, a strong man from the Xuanling Sword Sect who was chasing Zhu Ling, was seriously injured and died, leaving behind this test.
The Nine Yuan Sword Pagoda and other inheritances have long been taken away by the sword pavilion seniors.
In these countless thousands of years, Han Muye cannot be the only person who has been able to reach this point.
As for the previous scenes, they were all illusions.
But this illusion is no worse than the real Nine Yuan Sword Tower.
Without the power to defeat the Nine Yuan Sword Tower, I'm afraid I can only suffer from hatred.
But for Han Muye, what he got here was a token, not a sword tower, but it was a good thing.
A Nine-Yuan Sword Tower is far inferior to the Order of the Master of Xantian Hall that he holds in his hand at this moment.
With this item, he can have the status of a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.
With this identity, he stepped into the immortal world, entered the Xuanling Sword Sect, and then practiced quietly.
Who would have thought that the disciple of Tongtian Immortal Lord, whom the gods and the immortal worlds have been searching for for five million years, turned out to be a member of a swordsmanship sect in the immortal world?
Holding the golden token, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.
After pondering for a moment, he raised his hand and a Nine Yuan Sword Tower appeared.
He has three Nine-Yuan Sword Towers in his hands, one of which is divided into two, and two more.
Anyway, I will rarely use this treasure in the future.
Holding the Nine Yuan Sword Tower in his hand, Han Muye quickly walked out of the hall.
When he appeared on the stone steps in front of the Wenxin Palace, everyone was staring at the nine-story sword tower.
"Fellow Taoists of Jiange, back then Han received this sword tower through inheritance from the seniors of Jiange."
"Today I stepped into the Hall of Questioning Heart, passed the test of the seniors, and gained recognition."
Holding the Nine Yuan Sword Tower in his hand, Han Muye glanced around.
Pass the test and get recognized!
Even if all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion had known that Han Muye had a sword tower in his hand and had known the purpose of his coming here, they would still be excited.
Daozu Qi Yu and the people beside him looked at each other, took a breath, and bowed gently towards the stone steps.
Han Muye held the Nine-Yuan Sword Tower in his hand and raised his hand to throw it. The sword tower flew down into the distance and turned into a nine-story tower that was thousands of feet tall.
This nine-story sword tower once appeared in the Sword Pavilion.
But now it has been tens of thousands of years since we have seen it.
Some of the sword pavilion elders knew that this nine-story sword tower was originally owned by the great elder and had been taken to the immortal world.
I just couldn't imagine how this sword tower would be in Han Muye's hands.
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None of the ordinary disciples knew that the Nine Yuan Sword Tower was not in this world. After hearing what Han Muye said and seeing him place the Nine Yuan Sword Tower back in the sword pavilion, they all cheered excitedly.
With the suppression of the Nine Yuan Sword Tower, the Sword Pavilion is the largest force in the world, unrivaled!
"Meet the sword master!"
someone shouted.
"Greetings to the sword master——"
Countless voices gathered.
Qi Yu and others bowed and shouted: "Greetings to the sword master!"
Han Muye stood in front of the Wenxin Hall with a calm expression as he accepted the title.
Tianxuan Hanxiang, the ancestor of the Makino sword, inherited the position of sword master in the sword pavilion and became the master of the sword pavilion and the sword master of Makino.
The most powerful person in swordsmanship in this area has become the leader of the largest force in swordsmanship in this world of practice.
Practitioners in the world were in an uproar.
In the entire Heaven Realm, countless forces are watching.
Tianxuan Han Muye has become the master of the sword pavilion, so will his next step be to unify the heavenly domain?
Countless people's eyes turned to Yuling Daozong.
In the Wuji Dao Sect's main hall, several core elders gathered in front of the sect leader, Chu Yuan Dao Ancestor.
"Sect Master, Yuling Taoist Sect has not responded yet. The situation in the Shangtian Territory is like this. What should we do?" A white-bearded Taoist said in a low voice with a melancholy look on his face.
The others also looked extremely complicated.
No one is willing to accept the addition of a divine court on top of the sect.
However, Han Muye has achieved great success, quietly taking control of the sword pavilion, aiming to rebuild the divine court and become a powerful figure in the world of cultivation.
If you want to resist, you can only unite with the Taoist Yuling Taoist Sect and other sects in the world to block it.
But until now, Yuling Daozong has not expressed its stance, which has caused panic among all parties.
"This sect leader has sent Zhu Wu to Wuyang Pavilion. There will be news when he comes back." Taozu Chuyuan shook his head and spoke softly.
All enlightened Taoists are disciples of Chuyuan Taoist Ancestor, and are also the strongest among the second generation of Wuji Taoist Sect.
At the beginning, all those who realized Taoism went to the land of Taoism to seek opportunities. After returning to the realm of heaven, they soared into the sky.
Many people breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Chuyuan Daozu's words.
In this world of spiritual practice, the only place where you can buy information from all sides is Wuyang Pavilion.
As long as I can get accurate information, I feel that the future direction of the sect will be worth it no matter how much I pay.
After all, in the current situation, if one step is taken, the sect will be in danger of being destroyed.
"Master, I have received the news from Wuyang Pavilion!" A voice came from the void, and the exhausted Taoist disciples stepped in.
Now he is already a master of enlightenment.
Zhu Wu Dao Lord held a jade box sealed with Dao Dao spiritual patterns in his hand and sent it to Chu Yuan Dao Ancestor.
All the elders of the Wuji Taoist Sect held their breaths as they watched Chuyuan Taoist uncover the seal and take out one of the thin pages.
"hiss--"
Opening the page, Daozu Chuyuan took a breath of cold air, trembled all over, his eyes widened, and the spiritual energy all over his body surged uncontrollably.
The expressions of the elders changed and they couldn't help but move forward. They saw only a single line of sparse words on the page.
"The Supreme Elder of the Yuling Dao Sect, the Sword Ancestor of Makino."
