80, I, Han Muye, will also set foot in the realm of heaven!
"I, Su Yuan, dare to use the prairie fire today, and I don't care about my life or death in the future."
In the distance, the green-robed Taoist figure was flying in the sky, and the sword light in his hand fell down with flames filling the sky.
This is the last memory left on this severely burned and damaged sword.
If you use the method of starting a prairie fire, will you be worried about life and death?
Han Muye was a little confused.
The prairie fire sword technique is a unique skill of fire vein, why can't it be used?
There were too many swords in the pavilion today, and he didn't have time to think about them. He just checked them briefly and accepted them into the pavilion.
After Zhan Jian Tang sent the swords and collected them, he looked at a group of Sword Sect disciples wearing black robes over there.
Red robe is for joy, black robe is for mourning.
Thirty-one disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect were killed, and less than ten swords could be recovered.
"Inner disciple Tao He accepted the task of destroying demons and unfortunately died. Now he is sending his sword back to the sword pavilion."
The middle-aged man wearing a black robe and holding a broken sword in his hand strode forward with a solemn expression.
The sword was broken and the edge was missing.
After Han Muye inspected it, he put it away solemnly.
Life is like dust, and only this broken sword bears witness to the fact that he once wielded a sword in this world.
Even if he is just an ordinary disciple, he should be respected for his fearlessness.
"Inner disciple Luo Tian led the team to complete the mission of exterminating demons. Unfortunately, he died. His sword was returned to the sword pavilion."
Luo Tian?
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and reached out to hold the broken sword.
"Wait a minute——"
There were shouts in the distance.
"My son's sword is not owned by the sword pavilion. This sword does not need to be sent to the sword pavilion."
An old man in his fifties wearing a navy blue robe with red eyes rushed over and reached out to grab Han Muye's sword.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and gently held the hilt of the broken sword.
"Stab-"
The broken sword was unsheathed, with mottled rust on it and the broken edge stained with blood.
Seeing that the sword was so broken, the old man's face felt painful. He raised his head and looked at Han Muye: "This sword is not from the sword pavilion. It is a relic of my son. I want to take it away."
Han Muye did not speak.
Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, images flashed through his mind.
"Brother Luo, I heard that my good nephew doesn't have a good sword, so I just gave him this unused sword." A Taoist wearing a green robe and a short beard holding a clear long sword said calmly.
"Senior Brother Qin, this is not good, after all, you are the one carrying the sword." The person speaking in the picture is the old man in green robe in front of him.
"What did Brother Luo say? You and I are very close to each other, and I, Qin Lin, have no heirs. If this sword is passed on to an outsider, it would be better to give it to nephew Luo Tian."
Qin Lin.
Elder Mumai of Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
…
The scene changes, and the long sword is in the hands of Luo Tian, an inner disciple of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Luo Tian practiced swordsmanship with this sword and smiled with joy.
Luo Tian led the team down the mountain to destroy the demons. Among the dozens of people in the team, there were even elite disciples ranked three hundred in the inner sect.
They searched everywhere and found traces of the demon clan. Luo Tian personally killed a snow-white demon fox.
Demon fox!
Just as Han Muye was about to take a closer look at the scene, the old man in green robe standing in front of him was impatient. He raised his head and looked at the third floor of the sword pavilion.
"Elder Gao, Luo Yisheng begs to take away my son's belongings!"
Luo Yisheng clasped his hands and shouted loudly.
After waiting for a moment, there was no sound on the third floor. Luo Yisheng's face turned into anger and he shouted in a deep voice: "Gao Changgong, you and I have been friends for decades, why don't you give me this little face?"
Han Muye held the broken sword in his hand, his expression unchanged.
If the elder didn't speak up, he wouldn't give the sword to Luo Yisheng.
In front of the Jiange Gate, the atmosphere was solemn.
Luo Yisheng's expression changed, finally turning into sadness, and he looked at the sword in Han Muye's hand.
"Brother Gao, Luo Tian is my legitimate son, and this sword is his only relic..."
Above the sword pavilion, a faint response came: "Take it."
Han Muye stretched out his hand and handed over the broken sword.
A trace of gratitude flashed across Luo Yisheng's face, he nodded, held the sword in both hands, turned around and left, staggering a little.
Han Muye watched him leave, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Some of the next few swords were broken or damaged. When they were taken back to the sword pavilion, they could only be reported as damaged and then smelted.
After collecting all the swords, Han Muye took notes and checked the swords again.
"This sixth brother won't run away with his sixth sister-in-law..."
At the door, Lu Gao murmured in a low voice.
Han Muye laughed dumbly.
Not to mention, if Huang Laoliu eloped with Lu Qingping, it would really be the best outcome.
After all, the Qingfeng Temple where Lu Qingping was working also betrayed the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, and there was no telling when the incident would happen.
At that time, it was difficult for Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping to do it.
"The important place of Jiange is not, not, not the sect leader..." Lu Gao's voice in front of Jiange's door made Han Muye stunned.
"Do you know this sect?"
"Keep watch, the sword pavilion is the centerpiece of my sword sect."
A warm voice sounded, and when Han Muye stood up, a thin Taoist priest wearing a purple robe and a golden crown was already standing in front of him.
"Are you the disciple of Jiange chosen by Senior Brother Gao?"
"good."
The Taoist looked at Han Muye, smiled and nodded, then strode upstairs.
Just at this glance, Han Muye felt that his whole body was about to explode!
On his body, streaks of sword energy flew out uncontrollably.
What kind of sword bones, what kind of sword energy, what kind of cultivation base, what kind of hard work, in front of this glance, they are as thin as paper!
"Buzz——"
The sword energy in the sea of energy resounded, and the long swords infused with sword energy on the first floor of the sword pavilion responded, causing Han Muye's sword energy to slowly subside.
In the veins, all the scattered sword energy turned into nothingness.
At one glance, Han Muye almost had his meridians cut off and his body collapsed!
This is the real strong man!
Han Muye, who had a chill in his back, slowly sat back down on the long desk, his hands and feet feeling a little weak.
Jinze, the leader of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
It is known as Jin Yihua Shui.
He is a top expert who cultivated in the realm of the realm of elixir formation and cultivated the swordsmanship of gold and water. He has been powerful in the Western Xinjiang for three hundred years.
Sitting behind the long desk, Han Muye showed a wry smile, and his expression slowly turned serious.
Today, he just felt the importance of practice and strength.
In Suzhen Tower, he thought that his choice was very important and could even affect the overall situation of the sect.
But when he stood in front of Tuoba Cheng, he was given a slap in the face.
Tuoba Cheng's soaring sword intent, accompanied by thirty-six phantoms of fierce tigers, subdued eighty-three sects by one person and no one dared to raise their head. This is the real power.
When he returned to Jiange, the elder of Jiange told him that based on his strength, he could not even hold a mid-grade spiritual weapon-level sword.
The resentment in that sword could make his soul collapse.
And just now, Jin Ze, a great monk in the Core Formation Realm and the leader of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, almost broke his veins with a glance.
This is the world of great practitioners!
A casual look or a careless wave from these people can cause landslides, mountains and rivers to turn upside down, and stars to fall like rain!
It turns out that practicing can be so enjoyable!
Step up to the height of the nine heavens and look down on all things like a cud dog!
Gently opening his palm, Han Muye's sword intent vibrated in the sea of Qi, and the swords on the entire first floor of the sword pavilion vibrated.
"No wonder sword watchers are willing to practice for a lifetime in exchange for a hundred breaths of heaven."
"Heaven is still heaven after all."
"How can a mortal understand the loneliness and coldness above the nine heavens?"
Opening his eyes, Han Muye's eyes flashed with endless light.
"I, Han Muye, will definitely set foot in the heavenly realm!"
"Even if it's only a hundred breaths!"
As if sensing his thoughts, the sword energy on the long swords in the sword pavilion seemed to be permeating the air.
"Han Muye, come up."
The voice of the Jiange elder suddenly sounded.
Han Muye stood up, straightened his clothes, and strode up the stairs.