7. I once boasted in front of others that I will reach heaven in this life.
"After a hundred breaths, all the sword energy in the body is exhausted. It will take another ninety years to condense it."
Another sixty years?
Han Mu knew clearly in his ambition that it was impossible.
When the sword energy is exhausted, it is equivalent to the dissipation of all the strength in the body and turning into an ordinary person. How can there be a possibility of surviving for another sixty years?
Even if I live for another sixty years, I'm afraid I won't be able to gather that kind of sword energy.
In other words, the sword watchers of Jiange must survive for one year, ten years, or a period of time before they can reach the Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm.
In one period of time, you can fight for the glory of a hundred breaths.
Looking at Huang Laoliu in front of him, and seeing his expression, Han Muye said softly: "Brother Six, is this why you came to Jiange?"
Huang Laoliu was shocked, then nodded slightly.
"Hundred Breath Heaven Realm."
"I once boasted in front of others that I would reach heaven in this life."
"Even if it's a hundred breaths, that's still heaven, isn't it?"
Huang Laoliu chuckled, lowered his head, turned around and continued to wipe the sword.
Is it worth cultivating a lifetime just for a hundred breaths?
Han Muye looked at Huang Laoliu's back and said nothing.
When people are alive, they should always have some pursuits, right?
Then what do you want after coming to this world?
Turning his head, he saw the long swords on the wooden stand in front of him.
Each of these swords seemed to be calling him.
sword?
sword!
An image of Patriarch Tao Ran setting fire to a prairie fire with one sword appeared in Han Muye's mind.
Isn't it that I came here to cultivate the world to master this kind of power?
With the long sword in your hand, you can conquer the world. This is a life well spent!
For a moment, Han Muye felt that his whole body was full of strength.
The sword energy in his body surged instantly, as if it was about to rush out of his body.
On the entire first floor of the sword pavilion, there were thirty thousand swords and weapons, all of which made an undetectable roar.
Huang Laoliu held the trembling sword in his hand, with a trace of doubt on his face, and looked up at the second floor.
"Is the ancestor refining the Jiuxuan Sword as a sacrifice?"
…
Han Muye did not rest anymore, but picked up the linen cloth and wiped the swords again.
At this time, he could feel the joy in every sword he held.
Caressing the long sword, he could feel a hint of shyness from the blade.
It's like being gently touched by a loved one.
Unconsciously, a trace of breath penetrated Han Muye's body.
And in his illusory space, there was also a trace of sword energy leaking out, flowing along his palm and pouring into the long sword in his hand.
At this moment, Han Muye could feel the tremor coming from the sword in his hand.
It's like, indescribable joy.
Double cultivation?
These two words flashed in Han Muye's mind.
As soon as this word appeared, all the swords in the sword pavilion on the first floor shook.
There was a trace of confusion on Huang Laoliu's face, and he muttered: "What's going on, ancestor? Did you take the big tonic pill?"
…
After wiping three thousand swords in one day, Huang Laoliu looked pale and his body was shaky due to the impact of the sword energy. He took a few sips of wine and went to sleep.
Han Muye was lying on the wooden couch with his eyes closed, his mind falling into the emptiness and illusion, watching the countless sword energies intertwining among them.
Because Huang Laoliu was so tired, Han Muye wiped a lot more swords.
On this day, he harvested nearly two thousand sword energy.
Some of the thick ones are one-tenth as thick as those of the Purple Flame Sword.
At this time, two thousand sword energies were wandering in the emptiness and illusion, seeming to be extremely happy.
In addition to these sword skills, Han Muye also learned a lot of sword skills.
Thirty-one Xuanyuan Sword Skills.
There are thirteen types of Yi Xuan swordsmanship.
There are three types of Erxuan swordsmanship.
A type of Sanxuan swordsmanship.
As for the Three Mysteries, there is only the Five Mysteries sword technique, starting a prairie fire.
enough!
The Five Mysterious Swordsmanship can only be used by the ancestors of the Dan Formation Realm to display its power.
He has already mastered this kind of swordsmanship, and he is still not satisfied?
Lying on the wooden couch, Han Muye grinned softly.
With a sword spirit and mastery of dozens of sword techniques, can I be considered a swordsman?
…
When he woke up early the next day, Han Muye found a dagger on his bed.
This sword is no more than two feet eight inches long, and it shines with green light.
Reaching out to grasp the hilt of the sword, Han Muye was slightly startled.
Purple flame.
This is yesterday's rusty ancestor's sword, Ziyan.
It's just that the Ziyan Sword has completely changed its appearance at this time, and it would be impossible for an outsider to recognize it.
The blade of the sword was ordinary, but holding the hilt, Han Muye could feel the blazing fire in the sword body, which reflected the sword energy in his body.
The warm breath spreads from the arms to the whole body.
"You want to follow me?"
Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye walked to the small courtyard with his sword and began to practice swinging the sword.
Dozens of sword skills flashed between his sword blades.
The sword light is sometimes solemn, sometimes gentle, sometimes it is blazing, sometimes it is as cold as ice.
There are so many swordsmanships with different moods and powers. If an outsider practiced swordsmanship like this, the meridians of the body would have been destroyed into rags.
But in Han Muye's hands, these swordsmanship skills can be changed at will and used freely without any obstruction.
The various sword energies in his illusory space are constantly changing and traveling in his meridians along with his sword skills.
This feeling is extremely comfortable.
Huang Laoliu came to the small courtyard and looked at it for a while, then shook his head.
He completely couldn't understand what Han Muye meant by waving his sword there.
Of course, he would not dissuade Han Muye.
In Huang Laoliu's view, Han Muye only had less than three months left to live, so he could just let him do whatever he wanted.
No one came to Jiange Pavilion all morning, so Han Muye pestered Huang Laoliu to talk about various anecdotes in the world of cultivation.
Huang Laoliu has been in the Sword Pavilion for more than seven years. He has been hanging out in the Jiuxuan Sword Sect and has heard many stories about the cultivation world.
For example, in the Western Border, which sects are there that practice swordsmanship, which sect the Jiuxuan Sword Sect does not deal with, and which sect it is an ally with.
Also, who has the highest cultivation level in Western Xinjiang, and which sect likes to set things off behind your back the most.
True or false, just like a family member in the spiritual world, Han Muye listened with interest.
He feels that this world of cultivation is also full of human emotions and worldly desires, and the chaos of the world.
After talking about the world of cultivation, Han Muye pestered Huang Laoliu to talk about the Nine Mysterious Sword Sect.
Huang Laoliu yawned profusely, but he couldn't resist Han Muye's insistence, so he had to tell him about the elders, direct descendants, and elites of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
"As long as you don't offend these people, we sword watchers don't need to look at anyone's face in the door."
"We are going to die anyway, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Standing up with a yawn, Huang Laoliu shook his head and said, "I'm going to take a nap. I wiped my sword yesterday, but it hurt my vitality."
Having said this, he turned to look at Han Muye, with a hint of curiosity on his face: "Why do you look so good?"
Indeed, Han Muye's face was rosy at this time and he was not tired at all.
You must know that he was injured by the sword energy yesterday and was left half dead.
Han Muye himself was puzzled by what he said.
"Maybe it's because young people have good foundation." Before Han Muye could figure it out, Huang Laoliu had already figured out the reason.
"When I receive my salary next month, I will also take a solid elixir to replenish my body."
Huang Laoliu said as he turned back to his quiet room.
Han Muye shook his head, stood up, and came to the wooden stand where the sword was placed.
He reached out and grasped the hilt of a long sword and gently pulled it out.