747, The inheritance of swordsmanship in the galaxy universe
In the void ahead, there are stacks of rocks.
Han Muye's eyes revealed a glimmer of light that transcended the world.
In an instant, the world in front of him changed.
The layers of heaven and earth were gone, replaced by a dark, silent mountain of floating boulders.
There are many such dead floating mountains in the void.
In the past, these floating mountains were used as the base for a large city.
At this time, the world that Han Muye saw in front of him was the same.
A formation base.
A collapsed formation.
This boulder mountain was once the foundation of a large city, but it has collapsed and is now reduced to deathly silence.
Just on the dead boulder mountain, a pale golden war elephant that was at least 10,000 feet tall lay there, with golden clouds floating around it.
Is it this naturally emitted cloud that covers the surrounding heaven and earth and turns it into an illusion? If it weren't for the powerful power of Han Muye's soul, he wouldn't be able to see through the illusion here.
This war elephant is lying there. It's hard to tell how huge it is, but it already looks like a golden mountain.
Sensing the arrival of Han Muye and Lu Zixu, War Elephant's eyes opened.
"boom--"
The surrounding countless thousands of miles of heaven and earth instantly shattered, and then turned into a golden world.
The originally dead world seemed to suddenly become radiant.
On the dark boulders ahead, a large city emerged.
"Yuntong City." Han Muye whispered softly.
In that city, countless practitioners were rushing back and forth, and it looked extremely prosperous.
However, all this was silent.
Still a fantasy.
It is not the illusion that was naturally formed before, but the illusion that this war elephant actively inspired.
Under the big city, there is a giant elephant standing supporting the city.
"Perhaps, it still remembers its past glory..." Han Muye said while looking at the war elephant supporting the city.
The giant elephant under the city raised its head, its eyes filled with ice.
There was fierceness in his eyes.
"I'll leave this to you." Lu Zixu said calmly, then moved and disappeared.
As he left, the giant elephant in the distance let out a roar.
The sound was dull, like muffled thunder, and it could shatter the surrounding void with just one shock.
Around Han Muye, streaks of golden light emerged, turning into a barrier.
These barriers didn't last even a breath before they shattered.
The power of a divine beast that carries heaven and earth on its back cannot be resisted by the power of a prehistoric battle armor.
The moment the space and light curtain around him shattered, Han Muye had already punched out.
What made him survive was never the armor on his body.
His own strength is what he relies on.
"Bang——"
The fist wind collided with the illusory and invisible force in front, and a loud noise was heard.
It was as if a giant general in golden armor had been punched away.
Just like the gates were shattered, the heaven and earth in front of them were shattered layer by layer, and then, they shrouded Han Muye head-on.
Zhi Tianxuan, who was standing beside Han Muye, moved and rushed out.
He transformed into a black-armored giant ape, holding a long awl in his hand, and stabbed it out with one blow.
This blow shattered the void in front of him again, breaking the last illusion.
But the giant elephant seemed keen on creating illusions, and when it raised its head, a golden light exploded.
Exploding golden light shone through the surroundings, and the dazzling city appeared again.
In the big city, figures flew out one after another, surrounding Zhi Tianhuan's body.
The people in these illusions, the war puppets, can actually strike, and every strike carries tremendous power.
Zhi Tianjuan, who was nearly three thousand feet tall, kept waving the long awl in his hand to block all the figures that rushed out.
"Roar--"
Over there, the giant elephant's eyes glowed with blood.
Han Muye did not wait, and took one step forward, crossing the battlefield between Zhi Tianhuan and those figures in the illusion, and flew onto the illusory city.
When people entered the big city, Han Muye frowned.
At this moment, he actually felt a bit real.
This big city is not a fantasy!
This is the power engraved in the soul of life!
All this is not an illusion created by Zhan Xiang, but a direct display of his soul power.
Standing in front of Yuntong City, he walked quickly and walked into the city.
There are countless cultivators in the big city, and they all go their own way and don't care about the arrival of the stranger Han Muye.
"Master Zhu, are you free today to help me repair the war puppet?"
"Shopkeeper Wang, have the spiritual materials I asked you to collect last time arrived today?"
"Brother Zhao, shall we sit together tomorrow?"
The surrounding prosperity carries a warmth that is rare in other cities.
This big city is actually not as fast-paced as other big cities.
The same is true. There are very few war puppet alchemy items in this big city, but they are more like inheritances from outside the galaxy universe.
Han Muye even found many people who were dressed like practitioners in the ancient universe.
Not only that, he also saw several sword cultivators.
Swordsman practitioner.
This is a heritage that does not exist in this universe.
"when--"
From the street corner ahead, there was the sound of long swords clashing. It was the collision of kendo power that only existed between kendo practitioners.
Han Muye reached the front in a flash, and saw the swords in the hands of two middle-aged men in green robes flashing, swinging, stabbing, stabbing, and slashing, all interlaced with the power of stars.
Although in Han Muye's eyes, these two sword lights were actually very ordinary, just at the level of heaven.
But he actually felt a touch of intimacy.
Far away from countless universes and worlds, in this galaxy universe, one can actually see someone performing the sword skills inherited from the ancient universe.
Of course cordial.
"when--"
The middle-aged man on the left picked up the long sword in his hand, and flew the sword of the middle-aged man on the right.
Han Muye stretched out his hand and caught the flying sword.
"Good swordsmanship."
"awesome."
"Accepted."
There was an exclamation of surprise all around. The two swordsmen held hands with each other and then looked at Han Muye.
At this time, Han Muye held the sword in his hand, and with a smile on his face, he raised his hand and handed it back.
"Little brother, do you want to learn to sword?" The middle-aged man who took the long sword nodded, took the long sword and put it into the scabbard.
"Brother Zhang is very good at swordsmanship. If you want to practice swordsmanship, you can come to him."
"Farewell."
Middle age goes very smoothly.
Others also left one after another.
Only the middle-aged man who had won with one sword was left, holding the sword in his hand and with a hint of pride on his face.
"You want to learn swordsmanship?"
"follow me."
After saying that, he turned around and walked forward.
During the whole process, he didn't care whether Han Muye came to learn swordsmanship or not.
It seemed like he had to learn the sword.
Han Muye shook his head and followed with a chuckle.
Behind, at the corner, the middle-aged swordsman who had been defeated before scattered a handful of Origin Stones and handed them to the onlookers.
"That's a good compliment today. I'll give you an extra source stone."
"Brother Zhu, is my expression on point today? Why don't you give me an extra piece?"
"That kid looks like a rich man at first sight. Your Lu Yue Sword Hall will definitely make a fortune this time."
"Yes, the guy who learned swordsmanship last time earned you hundreds of thousands of Origin Stones."
…
Luyue Sword Hall, this is the name of the sword hall in front of Han Muye.
"My name is Zhang Yu, and I am the owner of this sword hall."
"If you want to practice swordsmanship, you must live here from now on."
The middle-aged man with his hands behind his back turned around and looked at Han Muye, with a look of pride on his face.
"We, the sword cultivators, are invincible at the same level. Those skills of practicing the puppet armor are nothing compared to the sword cultivators like us."
As if he was afraid that Han Muye would not believe it, Zhang Yu took out the sword in his hand and slashed it down, as if it could cut through the three feet of void in front of him.
This sword light can indeed cut through the bodies of war puppets of the same level with one sword.
The power of swordsmanship is like this.
"You see, as we practice, we have swords in our hands and fire in our hearts. If we kill someone, we will get three feet of blood."
Jianhua tried to save her, and Zhang Yulang said in a loud voice: "Those iron and stone war puppets are heavy and clumsy. What's the point?"
The disdain for the war puppets in these words overflowed.
Han Muye nodded.
If the same level of strength is fighting, naturally the sword cultivator can overwhelm anyone, even the war puppet in front cannot resist it.
But fighting puppets is not about one's own strength.
The power of the war puppet is probably several times that of a sword cultivator of the same level, right?
Zhang Yu simply avoided this point on purpose.
"Do I have to pay tuition to learn swordsmanship?" Han Muye looked at Zhang Yu and asked.
"That's natural." Zhang Yu spread his hands, "I won't charge tuition for three years, but after three years, if you want to continue practicing swordsmanship, you will have to charge tuition."
"Of course, three years is just an estimate."
"If you can master the basic swordsmanship of my sword academy in advance, then I can also let you master the truly powerful swordsmanship in advance."
"If you can't master basic swordsmanship in three years, then you have no choice but to leave."
Zhang Yu said, holding his hands behind his back, and walked towards the sword hall.
"I am the owner of the museum here. You have several senior brothers and sisters. I will show you them."
"By the way, you also have an uncle."
The uncle's name is Zhu Yangsheng.
It was the middle-aged man who walked back half a day later and was provoked by Zhang Yu, whose sword flew away.
Han Muye must have known about this for a long time.
He had just seen the memory in the sword, and had already seen through the tricks of Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng.
He came to Luyue Sword Hall because he was a little curious.
He wanted to know how this big city that had long been silent could have the inheritance of the prehistoric universe.
There are indeed a few senior brothers and sisters in the sword hall, but they are all of low strength and have only practiced basic swordsmanship for one or two years.
Zhang Yu looked at these people with extremely disgusted eyes.
However, there are some who have practiced swordsmanship several years ago.
This person is the main financial supporter of the sword hall, and even Zhang Yu doesn't bother him.
Currently in retreat.
Han Muye was arranged to stay at the Luyue Sword Hall, where he would first exercise his muscles and bones, and then learn to draw and sheathe his sword.
Those senior brothers and sisters all started from this step.
"Draw the sword and cut off the incense in front of it. If there is no gray on the sword's edge, you can practice basic swordsmanship."
"Senior brother, I can cut off the incense in three months, and I'm almost ready to master the basic swordsmanship now."
The young man who spoke had an arrogant expression on his face. While giving an example to Han Muye, he looked at a female nun not far away.
The female nun was of average appearance, holding a sword and practicing swordsmanship.
"Junior sister Zuo, do you think I can stop being fragrant in three months?"
The female cultivator turned around to look, did not answer, and went back to practicing her sword skills.
The young man was not angry. He threw the sword to Han Muye and patted his shoulder: "You have to work hard and don't let me down."
"By the way, whoever has the best cultivation talent here is the senior brother. The senior brother is currently in retreat."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the small courtyard.
As soon as he turned around, Han Muye had already slashed out with his sword, wiping out the stars on the incense stick in front of him.
This sword made the senior brother beside him stop in his tracks.
Within a moment, Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng also arrived.
"Have you ever practiced swordsmanship before?"
"Are you really talented?"
"Try one more sword strike."
Han Muye cut off ten incense sticks in total.
The result was that Zhang Yu waved his hand excitedly and asked Han Muye to practice with him tomorrow.
Zhu Yangsheng had some opinions and wanted to have a good fight with Zhang Yu for the opportunity to teach Han Muye.
The next day, two guys with bruises and swollen faces appeared in the small courtyard, and then they had to teach Han Muye how to practice basic swordsmanship.
"A sword is for stabbing."
"No one can stop this direct thrust."
Zhang Yu thrust out the sword in his hand, bringing with it a cyan sword wind.
"No, we practice to hide our front."
"You are the strongest when you have a sword in your hand."
Zhu Yangsheng looked serious as he held the hilt of the sword.
He only held the sword but did not draw it out of its sheath.
It is a very traditional concept of kendo practice.
These two are the most basic practice principles for sword cultivation in the prehistoric universe.
Whenever there is a sword in the heart, the sword in the hand and the sword in the heart can become one.
Han Muye clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and then stabbed out with the sword.
This sword made Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng's eyes brighten.
"Draw your sword firmly."
"Is this the natural swordshin?"
"I remember my master said back then that some people are born to practice swordsmanship."
…
Han Muye spent two months cultivating in the Lu Yue Sword Hall and took out almost everything belonging to Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng.
Their swordsmanship is no longer as good as Han Muye's.
This makes them very embarrassed.
As a last resort, they could only avoid Han Muye every day.
"Buzz——"
In the small courtyard, Han Muye thrust out his sword, and the strong wind it brought up turned into cyan sword energy, and it pierced three feet away.
"Senior brother is so awesome."
"Senior Brother Han is really a master of swordsmanship."
The eyes of the junior brothers and sisters around him were all shining.
According to the rules of Lu Yue Sword Hall, whoever has strong swordsmanship is the senior brother.
"Yes, there are some tricks." A voice sounded from behind Han Muye.
Han Muye turned around and saw a young man approaching with a long sword in his hand.
The young man's eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were as bright as stars.
Three feet away from Han Muye, the young man drew his sword.
The sword light flashed and reached Han Muye's chest.
Han Muye thrust out his sword and touched the tip of the sword.
"when--"
The young man paused and stepped back.
However, Han Muye did not stop, and stabbed out the sword in his hand.
The two swords collided in mid-air, causing streaks of light.
"Is this the way of the sword?"
"Amazing."
The disciples around him were all whispering.
When the sword light collided and fell, the young man stared at Han Muye with a hint of shock on his face.
Han Muye slowly returned the sword to its sheath.
"You two, follow me."
Not far away, Zhang Yu's voice sounded.
Zhang Yu looked solemn at this time, turned around and walked towards the lobby ahead.
Han Muye looked at the young man and followed him.
In the lobby, in addition to the tables and chairs, there is also a yellowed portrait of a swordsman.
He carries a long sword on his back and has a majestic face.
"This is the founder of my Lu Yue Sword Hall, Lu Yue Sword Immortal."
"The name of Sword Immortal comes from outside the galaxy universe."
Standing in front, Zhang Yu turned his back to Han Muye and the others and spoke in a deep voice.