Scenes emerged in Han Muye's mind.
Under the green pines and green bamboos, a young Taoist wearing a green robe holds a long sword, one sword after another, and the sword light flows back and forth.
This swordsmanship is smooth and simple.
From youth to middle age, to gray beard and hair.
The sword light keeps flowing vertically and horizontally, from simplicity to complexity, and from complexity to simplicity.
Comprehend Xuanyuan Swordsmanship, Golden Thread.
Understand the Yi Xuan swordsmanship and melt gold.
Comprehend the Erxuan swordsmanship and get the golden touch.
Comprehend the Three Mysterious Sword Techniques and break gold.
In addition to the Erxuan swordsmanship and the golden touch, several other gold-based swordsmanships are all newly understood.
It can be seen that the owner of this sword cultivates the swordsmanship of the metal lineage, and his swordsmanship is profound.
It’s just that a strong man in this realm has only mastered the Three Mysterious Sword Techniques?
With his cultivation level, he should at least cultivate the Four Mysteries.
Han Muye went upstairs with his sword in hand, but suddenly his footsteps stopped.
In the picture in his mind, the Taoist who was originally simple in swordsmanship suddenly became sharp with his sword, and every move changed drastically.
The sword strikes with murderous intent.
Comprehend the Four Spirit Sword Techniques of the Tailing Sword Sect and kill them all.
The swordsmanship of the Tailing Sword Sect!
Isn’t this the hostile sect of Jiuxuan Sword Sect?
Didn’t Deacon Zhou Yan of Zhanjian Hall die at the hands of someone from the Tailing Sword Sect?
"The swordsmanship of our Tailing Sword Sect pays more attention to the concentration of energy and spirit than that of your Jiuxuan Sword Sect. Therefore, only by practicing the swordsmanship of our Tailing Sword Sect can you have a chance to break through."
"Don't worry, no one in this world knows that you have practiced Tailing Sword Sect swordsmanship."
"You and my brother, will I harm you?"
In the picture, a young man with short beard wearing a green robe smiled and spoke.
The sword light in his hand shone brightly, it was the Four Spirits swordsmanship that killed him.
"Qin Yuanhe, what you are looking for is in Jiange. As long as I break through, I will help you get it."
"From now on, we will be clean."
There was a hint of hesitation in the old voice, and he finally turned and left.
The screen ends here.
Qin Yuanhe?
That master of the Tailing Sword Sect, the one who killed Deacon Zhou Yan?
What are they looking for?
Have the things in the sword pavilion been taken away?
Zhou Yan was killed, and what was the mystery behind the dispute between Jiuxuan Sword Sect and Tailing Sword Sect?
After seeing the picture, Han Muye was more confused.
A sharp breath flowed straight into his body along his palms.
Sword energy would indeed harm the body. At this moment, he realized it.
He could feel the meridians in his body as if they had been scraped by a knife, a slight sting that went straight into his chest.
But in an instant, a green icy sword intent penetrated into the meridians in the illusory space, smoothing away the stinging pain.
Sword energy can harm the body, but can it also nourish the body?
Knowing little about sword energy, Han Muye didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
A ball of golden sword energy fell into the illusory space.
On top of this sword energy, there are also strands of blue-black sword energy, intertwined with each other.
This sword energy seems to have not reached the number of 128,000, and has not been condensed into sword intent. Compared with the other fourteen sword intents in the illusory space, it is a little thinner.
At this time, Han Muye had already stepped onto the second floor of the sword pavilion and stood in front of rows of wooden frames.
Endless sharp and cold air hit his face.
The sword energy on the second floor of the sword pavilion is many times sharper and colder than that on the first floor of the sword pavilion!
Two green bulls appeared around him.
But before the phantom could condense, it was directly shattered by the sword energy.
The sword energy rushed towards his body, seeming to tear him into pieces!
escape!
If you don't run away, you will be killed by these sword energies!
Such thoughts came to Han Mu's head.
There seemed to be a voice in his mind, urging him to turn around and run away.
But his steps did not move at all.
The hand holding the sword slowly tightened, and a light surged in Han Muye's eyes.
The fiery red sword intent in the illusory space in his chest and abdomen exploded directly.
Fiery breath rushed through his body, filling his meridians and limbs instantly, and wisps of flame-like breath floated out of Han Muye's body.
On the second floor, swords resounded.
All the sword energy directed at him dissipated.
"What a bunch of naughty little guys..."
The flames melted away, and the meridians in his limbs were sore and bursting with pain. Han Muye shook his head and whispered.
Obviously, the swords on the second floor of the sword pavilion are not only sharp, but also violent. They are not at all as docile as the first floor.
If you want to be recognized by these swords, you must show the strength to convince them.
Ancestor Tao Ran’s sword intent was proof of his strength.
Moving forward, the sword energy was no longer raging, and everyone seemed to be behaving.
Finding an empty spot, Han Muye placed the long sword in his hand.
"No. 5869, Mingfeng."
Zhou Yan wears a sword with a sharp edge.
Turning around, he walked back.
After taking only a few steps, he suddenly paused and then turned around slowly.
Looking at the rows of wooden frames in front of him, Han Muye smiled on his face.
Sword watchers who are not recruited by the ancestors of Jiange and who have not reached ten years are not allowed to go to the second floor of Jiange.
Going up to the second floor of Jiange this time is a good opportunity!
Raising his hand, he pressed the hilt of a long sword.
"Canglang——"
The sword was drawn.
A picture flashed in Han Muye's mind.
Each swordsmanship was understood.
He raised his hand and held the hilt of another long sword.
…
When Han Muye woke up, it was already noon.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the walls of the quiet room and Huang Laoliu's anxious face.
"Brother Six..."
He stood up slowly. In addition to feeling sore and swollen in his body, he also felt a buzzing in his head and a feeling of dizziness.
"Lie down, lie down." Huang Laoliu quickly stretched out his hand to hold Han Muye down.
"Hey, the sword energy on the second floor is too fierce..." His eyes fell on Han Muye's face, and Huang Laoliu couldn't bear to turn his head.
"You should have a good rest." Huang Laoliu patted Han Muye on the shoulder and turned around and walked out.
On the wooden couch, Han Muye slowly sat up and recalled the situation in the morning, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
I still underestimate these swords too much.
Cultivation, life, joys and sorrows, insights.
When I was on the first floor of the sword pavilion, I didn't realize that on the second floor of the sword pavilion, every long sword with an owner was the life of a strong person in the earth realm.
Sword Qi is only secondary. Those long swords contain the life scenes of every sword cultivator.
Just now, when Han Muye felt the tenth sword, his mind suddenly hurt, and then he lost consciousness.
Thinking about it now, I must have realized too much in a short period of time and my mental strength was not enough.
"There is no point in being ignorant..."
With a sigh, he slowly got up and got out of bed.
From now on, we must make up for our practice knowledge.
Otherwise, I don’t know how he died.
Standing in front of the quiet room, Han Muye had a smile on his pale face.
Danger is often accompanied by reward.
At this time, ten more brilliant sword intentions appeared in the illusory space of his chest and abdomen, slowly rotating around the fiery red sword intention in the middle.
In addition to his sword intention, he also understood the swordsmanship skills practiced by ten powerful people in the realm.
Five types of Four Mysterious Sword Techniques.
Thirteen kinds of three mysterious sword techniques.
Thirty kinds of Erxuan swordsmanship.
There are eighty-two kinds of Yi Xuan swordsmanship.
Xuanyuan swordsmanship, five kinds.
Those who are strong in the realm have almost forgotten Xuanyuan swordsmanship.
Han Muye walked out of the quiet room, and Huang Laoliu, who was sitting in front of the long desk in a daze, raised his head.
"You, didn't I tell you to have a good rest?"
Han Muye shook his head and whispered, "I'm going to the alchemy hall."
He had promised Mu Wan before that he would help her understand the art of alchemy.
Huang Laoliu opened his mouth, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, let's go."
As he spoke, he asked again: "Are there enough spiritual stones?"
Han Muye laughed and looked at him: "Sixth brother, you still want to lend me the spirit stone? Aren't you afraid that I will lose my life in return?"
