Max-Level Comprehension – Sixty Years of Sword Watch

2022-03-10

Chapter 90, I will guard it

The record on this half-volume Sword Soldier Art is simple, and it’s just a matter of refining At least other swords at the spirit level, and then relying entirely on this sword, the blood Divine Soul and even Spiritual Qi are used to warm and nourish this sword.

This is the real Human and Sword Unity.

The advantage is that it can quickly improve Cultivation and battle strength.

The disadvantage is that the sword is in the person, and the sword is dead and the person is dead.

There is only half a volume of sword art, and the second half of the Spiritual Artifact long sword does not exist.

Sword art like this is difficult to deduce later.

Unless, take back that half of the sword art.

This is probably not much easier than deriving sword art.

Putting back the sword art, Han Muye sighed and stood up.

Sword Pavilion Elder confessed in the middle of jade slip that once he dies and Sword Pavilion vibrates, go quickly to the place where Nine Mysteries Sword suppresses.

After communicating with Nine Mysteries Sword with Raising Sword Art, you have Sword Pavilion power of formation body protection, and you can borrow the power of Nine Mysteries Sword when you are hunted in and out of Sword Pavilion.

Only in this way can you ensure your own safety.

Not even Nine Mysteries Mountain is a good place.

How can it be a good place to be one of the Western Border Nine Great Sects.

Turning his head and looking towards the three-handed sword on the wooden frame, Han Muye’s eyes flashed a trace of bright light.

There is no Mysterious Yang Sword in the world.

This is what the Sword Pavilion Elder said.

What that means, Han Muye has not yet figured out.

The broken beam of the sword is the reason for the Supreme Spirit Sword Sect to besiege the fire vein Elder Su Yuan this time.

Han Muye wants to send this sword in exchange for the Sword Pavilion Elder to return.

But this is impossible.

No one would agree.

The Sword Pavilion Elder explained the somewhat strange sword.

If he doesn’t come back, return the sword to the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

The Divine Soul of Monster Race tainted in this sword can appease the Great Demon suppressed by the Nine Mysteries Sword.

When Han Muye Divine Soul condenses his sword, he is not qualified to be hurt by that Great Demon.

Looking at the three swords, Han Muye reached for the hilt of the sheathed long sword.

Why does the Sword Pavilion Elder say that there is no Mysterious Yang Sword in the world?

“The Sword Pavilion is a strong place, and the Disciple is not allowed to enter.”

Downstairs, Lu Gao’s voice came from the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.

Anyone coming?

Han Muye withdrew his hand, dressed up and walked down the third floor.

“This Senior Brother, we are here to lead the sword.”

At the door of the Sword Pavilion, a voice sounded, a little hoarse, Han Muye heard it, it seemed to be somewhere heard.

“The outer sect clothes, how come I haven’t seen them before.” Lu Gao’s voice increased a bit, shouted: “Don’t be someone from the outer sect pretending to be?”

outer sect ?

Impersonating?

Han Muye was stunned for a moment, then suddenly the complexion big change.

Qin Yuanhe!

That hoarse voice is Qin Yuanhe!

Supreme Spirit Sword Sect Qin Yuanhe!

“You’re so smart, so let’s dig it.” A cold voice sounded in front of the Sword Pavilion.

“Big Brother Lu be careful!”

Han Muye dashed downstairs with a single stride.

When he rushed to the first floor and stepped out of the Sword Pavilion, the scene in front of him made him instantly messy with sword qi.

On the stone steps in front of the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao’s face was covered in blood, his eyes were empty, and his hands were clutching the door frame.

In front of the stone steps, two people wearing azure robes stood side by side, and one of them had blood on his fingertips.

“Brother Han, hurry up, hurry up, I’ll guard this door.” Lu Gao gritted his teeth and roared, his arms fluttering.

His eyes are bleeding!

Han Muye only felt that his whole body was about to explode. He reached out to hold Lu Gao’s arm and clenched it tightly: “Big Brother Lu, I’m here.”

Lu Gao grinned. , trying to break free from his palm: “Brother Han, I’ll guard.”

Han Muye turned his head, gritted his teeth, and looked towards the two people under the stone steps.

“Qin Yuanhe, you are courting death.”

On him, sword qi and sword intent are intertwined.

Behind, the golden light flashing on the Sword Pavilion began to vibrate.

“Know?”

“Junior Brother Qin, you have quite a few acquaintances in the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect. Wasn’t Zhou Yan the one Senior Brother Ge killed last time?”

“This one, do you want to do it yourself?”

The azure robe man with blood stained hands looked up at Han Muye and sneered.

Beside him, Qin Yuanhe, who was also wearing the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect Outer Sect Disciple robe, with a long cloth bag on his back, his expression changed, staring at Han Muye and whispering: “It’s you?”

“Boom—”

At the top of Nine Mysteries Mountain, there is a rumbling sound.

Then the halo of one after another rises.

The golden halo oscillated outside the Sword Pavilion seems to be getting thinner and thinner.

“Don’t linger, the dead man over there has already attacked the spiritual ground, and there is not much time left for us.” Qin Yuanhe snorted from the azure robe beside him.

Hearing his words, Qin Yuanhe body moved, turned around and left!

Not rushing into the Sword Pavilion, but turning around and running!

azure robe face changed, just about to scold Han Muye in front of Sword Pavilion raised his hand.

“Stab–“

a sword light flew out and turned into a mournful crescent moon!

Flying Sword.

Spiritual Artifact.

sword intent.

How could there be such a person in Sword Pavilion?

Didn’t Senior Brother Ge say that all obstacles were removed?

How could there be a sword intent in the Sword Pavilion, the powerhouse of the envoy Spiritual Artifact Flying Sword?

This was his last thought.

sword light streak across the neck, with a gushing blood.

Those who dare to hurt Lu Gao will be killed by Han Muye.

Qin Yuanhe, who ran out of ten feet, stopped.

A ruler-length little sword hung in front of him.

“It didn’t expect you to be in the Sword Pavilion.”

“It’s true that human’s calculation are inferior to the heavens calculation…”

Qin Yuanhe stretched out his hand, held the cloth bag behind him, and slowly pulled it out.

It was a pale long sword.

The white bone is the handle and the white bone is the blade.

Qin Yuanhe’s figure disappeared.

A pale sword light emerges from Han Muye’s left.

“Stab–“

The crescent moon little sword blocked the pale blade, then shook and quickly retreated.

Qin Yuanhe with a white bone sword appeared under the ninth layer stone steps, with the long sword pointed forward.

“It’s really amazing, I can even calculate the position of the falling sword of this style Absolute Slaughter Sword.”

“Otherwise, you would have died by my fox bone sword just now. “

Qin Yuanhe looked at Han Muye, his eyes fell on the crescent moon.

“Moon Flower Sword Sect’s sword technique? Who are you?”

Han Muye didn’t answer his words, but looked towards Qin Yuanhe’s sword.

“middle grade Spiritual Artifact?”

A sword knocked back his Spiritual Artifact little sword and scattered him with a sword intent, at least a middle grade Spiritual Artifact.

“Spiritual Artifact? You can say that.” Qin Yuanhe hehe laughed and got back in shape.

His figure disappeared like a breeze and reappeared, already one step away from Han Muye’s side.

A sadness radiated from the White Bone Sword, which almost instantly froze Han Muye’s Divine Soul, making his entire body almost completely stiff.

This is the Divine Soul Suppression from the mighty Spiritual Artifact!

The pale sword light pierced Han Muye’s chest.

This sword is extremely tyrannical!

Looking at the approaching long sword, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing Han Muye waiting to die, Qin Yuanhe’s face showed joy, and the bone sword was one point faster.

The last time Han Muye controlled the power of three sword intents, he felt a chill in his heart, and he didn’t dare to take back his sword.

This time, it’s different!

The sword edge advanced, and it was already three inches in front of Han Muye’s chest.

At this moment, Han Muye opened his eyes suddenly and whispered in his mouth.

“Clear kill?”

Before Qin Yuanhe could understand what he meant, he felt a pain under his left rib cage, and a sword intent exploded between his chest and abdomen. Shattering his Qi Sea and dantian, the arm that originally held the sword lost its strength in an instant.

The Spiritual Qi on him suddenly dissipated, his body softened, and he fell in front of the stone steps.

Han Muye’s left hand, blood dripping from the dagger edge.

Left hand.

Come against the trend.

In the distance, one after another silhouette gallops.

The golden light flashes on the Sword Pavilion.

I recommend a good book from the same period, Xuanhuan. I was very optimistic about it in the first few chapters, and it really went to Sanjiang with me.

“Who Says Sleep Is Not Cultivation”

(end of this chapter)