6. Within a hundred breaths, you can fight against the heavenly realm.
The two of them each took charge of one side, drawing the sword, wiping it, and then sheathing the sword.
As long as Han Muye puts his hand on the hilt of the sword, he can feel the length and weight of the sword and the refining technique.
At first, he wiped it very quickly.
The swords here were all newly refined, and there wasn't much information for him to understand.
Until later, when he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of a sword, he was shocked, and an image fell into his mind.
A young swordsman in a green robe is wielding his sword freely and freely.
The sword light is like water, and the smoke waves are vast.
Xuanyuan Swordsmanship, Qingshui.
A cool breath penetrated Han Muye's body.
This time, he could clearly feel the cool breath flowing through his body and then spreading into his chest and abdomen.
What is this breath?
Curious in his heart, Han Muye raised his hand and drew another long sword.
Another screen appears.
An old man in gray robe only practiced one sword. This sword shattered the wind and thunder and blocked the mountains.
"Zi Yan, it's finally time to say goodbye."
The old man whispered, and then he set a prairie fire with a long sword, burning hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers.
When the clouds and smoke dissipated, the old man was no longer visible, only a mottled long sword was there.
Five Mysterious Swordsmanship, Starting a Prairie Fire.
"boom--"
A violent force suddenly poured into Han Muye's body, and the hot magma-like breath instantly ravaged his meridians, causing his whole body to convulse and tremble uncontrollably.
"Dang Cang——"
The long sword fell to the ground, and Huang Laoliu on the other side hurried over.
"Boy Han, what's wrong with you?"
Han Muye turned his head and grinned.
Then he felt that his whole chest seemed to explode, and a force of fire penetrated it.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Han Muye's body softened and he collapsed to the ground.
…
In the haze, Han Muye heard Huang Laoliu's voice.
"Thank you, ancestor, for taking the initiative."
When he opened his eyes, in front of Han Muye, besides Huang Laoliu, there was also an old man with white hair.
The old man held a mottled dagger in his hand, which was the same sword that Han Muye had pulled out before.
"Although this sword is only an ordinary sword, it is the sword worn by ancestor Tao Ran who rebelled against the family." Holding a dagger in his hand, the old man had a strange look on his face.
"Ancestor wears a sword?" Huang Laoliu was stunned and said hurriedly: "Ancestor wears a sword, doesn't it contain the sword's intention——"
"Ancestor, is his injury okay?"
"The sword energy enters the heart. Whatever happens, it's up to him." An old voice came.
The old man had a calm expression on his face. When he saw Han Muye waking up, he put his dagger on the wooden stand, turned around and left.
Huang Laoliu shouted from behind, and then whispered: "Farewell to my ancestor."
Han Muye watched the old man step onto the stairs of the sword pavilion to the second floor and disappear.
"Don't look, there are only three of us in our sword pavilion."
"When you see him in the future, just call him ancestor."
Huang Laoliu showed a hint of envy and admiration on his face, and said softly: "Jiange Guanjian Jiazi, the middle position of Jiuxuan Sword Sect is the same as the Taishang Elder."
Ancestor?
Is there always a third person in this sword pavilion?
Han Muye was stunned for a moment.
But think about it, in this three-story pavilion, he and Huang Laoliu are only responsible for the first floor, the second floor and the third floor. Naturally, a stronger person is needed to take charge.
"Sixth Brother, didn't you say that it is difficult for a sword watcher to survive for more than one year? If you can live for ten years, you are the deacon of the sect?"
"Has this person lived more than a century?"
It turns out that sword watchers can live for a long time.
How did this person come to life?
Seeing Han Muye's expression, Huang Laoliu snorted and waved his hands: "Boy, don't think so much. It's hard to say whether you can survive three months if your sword energy enters your chest and abdomen."
Speaking of this, his expression became softer and he looked at Han Muye: "If you want something to eat or drink -"
"If you want to do something, just do it."
Picking up the linen cloth for wiping the long sword, Huang Laoliu patted his shoulder and said, "You go and have a rest. I will wipe the remaining swords."
After saying that, he sighed softly, hunched his body and turned around in front of the wooden frame.
"Canglang——"
The sound of drawing a sword came.
Han Muye was a little confused.
You only have three months left to live?
Didn’t we agree on a year?
The sword energy enters the chest and abdomen?
Sword energy?
As soon as the thought came to his mind, his whole body was shaken, and a picture exploded in his mind.
At this time, he saw the scene in his chest and abdomen.
A ball of red flames with a radius of one foot was rolling, surrounded by cyan clouds, gray-yellow rustic atmosphere, and a clear spring like mist.
Then, in the empty surroundings, there were wisps of faint breath, constantly intertwining and entwining.
Is this sword energy?
Where are these sword energies?
The next moment, he had already sensed that these sword energies were all gathered in an empty and illusory space.
This space is indeed right at the center of his heart.
The sword energy enters my heart, is my life really not long?
As his mind moved, the sword energy moved slightly.
Han Muye could feel the emotion and grievance coming from these sword energies.
Sword Qi, has emotions?
Wronged?
Could it be that these sword spirits are trying to tell themselves that whether they can survive more than three months has nothing to do with them?
Sure enough, with Han Muye's thoughts, the sword energy was shaking again.
So spiritual!
Han Mu sighed softly in his ambition.
As if feeling his admiration, those sword energy jumped up and down, as if they were joyful.
As soon as the sword energy moved, Han Muye could feel the power flowing through his limbs and bones.
A trace of sword energy passed through the illusory space and passed through the meridians of his body.
The fiery red sword energy brought scorching heat, making him feel warm all over, while the earthy yellow sword energy made his muscles and bones feel like they had endless power.
The green sword energy seemed to be able to stimulate the growth of his body, and the cold sword energy, like water vapor, traveled through his body, calming his mind.
Will these sword energies really hurt me?
Han Muye stood up slowly and looked at the wooden frames stretching around him.
At this moment, he seemed to see every sword calling to him.
Every sword here seems to be close to him.
How could such sword energy hurt myself?
As soon as his mind moved, the empty and illusory space dissipated, and all the sword energy in his body gathered together like a clear stream.
"Boy Han, in two days you go to the inner gate to find a physical training method and practice it." Huang Laoliu's voice came from the wooden frame in front.
Physical exercises?
Han Muye nodded.
Indeed, he needs to practice a skill now.
He learned many sword skills from various sword weapons, but he had no skills.
Practicing swordsmanship but not martial arts will lead to nothing in the end?
"Also, go to the Alchemy Hall tomorrow to buy two solid pills, which will help you live longer." Huang Laoliu took a look and Han Muye said softly.
Han Muye nodded, stretched out his hand to touch his warm chest, and asked curiously: "Sixth Brother, I heard Coach Lin say that our Jiuxuan Sword Sect is commanded by a Heaven Realm expert?"
"The ancestor, is he a powerful person in the heaven realm?"
Heaven, what does it look like?
"Shit, he's giving Jiu Xuan Sword Sect a lot of money." Huang Laoliu said angrily.
"Our Jiuxuan Sword Sect doesn't have a single Nascent Soul realm."
The Nascent Soul Realm is the first level of the Heavenly Realm. If there is no Nascent Soul Realm, how can we get to the Heavenly Realm?
Is Coach Lin really talking nonsense?
But when I saw him yesterday, he looked like a simple and honest man.
"Don't talk about my Jiuxuan Sword Sect, there are only three Yuan Ying stage ancestors in the Western Border."
Huang Laoliu snorted.
Are there only three heavenly realms in Western Border?
Han Muye thought that this world was full of heaven and earth, and the earth was not as good as a dog.
Yesterday, after being encouraged by Coach Lin, I thought the Jiuxuan Sword Sect was very tyrannical, but it turned out that it was just like that.
Huang Laoliu's voice came again: "But that guy is not lying to you."
"Although our Jiu Xuan Sword Sect does not have the Heaven Realm, we have several Dan-formed Dzogchens, half-step Nascent Souls, and the power of the Jiu Xuan Sword on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion. Even in a battle with the Heaven Realm, we can still be undefeated."
Speaking of this, Huang Laoliu poked his head out from the wooden frame and whispered: "It is said that there is a divine sword on the third floor of the sword pavilion. With this sword, you can fight in the heavens."
Is there such a treasure in the sword pavilion?
Han Muye's face changed.
"Those treasures cannot be used easily."
"Only when you watch the sword in the sword pavilion can you survive for a period of time. Only by condensing the unforged sword energy all over your body can you activate this sword for a hundred breaths."
Speaking of this, the expression on Huang Laoliu's face was slightly dim, but there was also a hint of heroism: "Within a hundred breaths, you can fight in the heavenly realm."