The record in this half-volume sword art is simple. Refining a sword that is at least a spiritual weapon level, and then relying entirely on this sword, the energy, blood, soul, and even spiritual energy are used to warm and nourish the sword.
This is a real combination of man and sword.
The advantage is that it can quickly improve your practice and combat power.
The disadvantage is that when the sword is with you, you will be dead.
There is only half a volume of sword art, and the second half of the sword is missing.
Such a sword technique is difficult to deduce later.
Unless, that half of the sword art is taken back.
This matter is probably not much easier than deducing sword techniques.
Putting back the sword technique, Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
The elder of the sword pavilion explained in the middle of the jade slip that once he died and the sword pavilion was shaken, he should quickly go to the place where the Jiuxuan Sword suppressed him.
After communicating with the Jiu Xuan Sword by relying on the Sword Raising Art, you can have the power of the sword pavilion formation to protect yourself. You can borrow the power of the Jiu Xuan Sword for hundreds of feet inside and outside the sword pavilion.
Only in this way can you ensure your own safety.
Even Jiuxuan Mountain is not a kind place.
How could it be a good place to be one of the nine major sects in Western Xinjiang?
Turning to look at the three swords on the wooden stand, Han Muye had a glimmer of light in his eyes.
There is no Xuanyang Sword in the world.
This is what the elder of Jiange said.
Han Muye hasn't figured out what it means yet.
The broken beam of the sword was the reason why the Tailing Sword Sect besieged and killed Fire Vein Elder Su Yuan this time.
Han Muye wanted to send this sword away in exchange for the sword pavilion elder returning.
But this is impossible.
No one will say yes.
The elder of Jiange had an explanation for that strange sword.
If he doesn't come back, he will send the sword back to the first floor of the sword pavilion.
The demon blood and soul stained in this sword can appease the great demon suppressed by the Jiu Xuan Sword.
When Han Muye's soul condenses into a sword, will he be able to avoid being harmed by the big demon.
Looking at these three swords, Han Muye stretched out his hand to reach the hilt of the sheathed sword.
Why did the elder of Jiange say that there is no Xuanyang Sword in the world?
"The sword pavilion is an important place, and non-sword-leading disciples are not allowed to enter."
Downstairs, Lu Gao's voice came from the door of Jiange.
Someone is coming?
Han Muye took back his hand, straightened his clothes, and walked down the third floor.
"This senior brother, we are here to receive the sword."
There was a voice at the door of Jiange Pavilion. It was a bit hoarse. To Han Muye, it seemed like he had heard it somewhere.
"How come I haven't seen the outer sect's clothes before?" Lu Gao's voice rose a little, and he shouted: "Don't be someone from the outer sect pretending to be, right?"
Foreign sect?
Impersonating?
Han Muye was stunned, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Qin Yuanhe!
That hoarse voice is Qin Yuanhe!
Qin Yuanhe of the Tailing Sword Sect!
"If you're so good at recruiting, let's dig it up." A cold voice sounded in front of the Jiange door.
"Brother Lu, be careful!"
Han Muye rushed downstairs in one stride.
When he rushed to the first floor and stepped out of the sword pavilion, the scene in front of him made his whole body of sword energy instantly chaotic.
On the stone steps in front of the sword pavilion, Lu Gao's face was covered with blood, his eyes were empty, and his hands were tightly grasping the door frame.
In front of the stone steps, two men in green robes stood side by side. 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, waving his arms wildly.
Where his eyes were, he was bleeding!
Han Muye felt as if his blood and energy were about to explode. He stretched out his hand to support Lu Gao's arm and squeezed it tightly: "Brother Lu, I'm here."
Lu Gao grinned and tried to break free from his hand: "Brother Han, I will guard you."
Han Muye turned his head, gritted his teeth, and looked at the two people under the stone steps.
"Qin Yuanhe, you are seeking death."
On him, sword energy and sword intent were intertwined.
Behind the scenes, the golden light flashing on the sword pavilion began to vibrate.
"know?"
"Junior brother Qin, you really know a lot of people in Jiuxuan Sword Sect. Wasn't it Zhou Yan who was killed by senior brother Ge last time?"
"Why don't you do this yourself?"
The man in green robe with blood on his hands looked up at Han Muye and sneered.
Beside him, Qin Yuanhe, who was also wearing the robe of an outer disciple of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect and carrying a long cloth bag on his back, changed his expression, stared at Han Muye and whispered, "Is it you?"
"boom--"
From the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, there was a roar.
Then halos of light rose up.
The dense golden halo outside the sword pavilion oscillated and seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.
"Stop dawdling, the dead soldiers over there have already charged into the spiritual land, and we don't have much time left." The man in green robe beside Qin Yuanhe shouted in a low voice.
Upon hearing his words, Qin Yuanhe moved, turned around and left!
Instead of rushing into the sword pavilion, he turned around and ran away!
The green-robed man's expression changed, and he was just about to yell, when he caught sight of Han Muye raising his hand in front of the sword pavilion.
"Stab-"
A sword light flew out and turned into a shrill crescent moon!
Flying sword.
Spiritual weapon.
Sword intent.
How could there be such a person in Jiange?
Didn't Senior Brother Ge say that all obstacles have been removed?
How could there be a strong man in the sword pavilion who could condense the sword intention and use the flying sword as a spiritual weapon?
These were his last thoughts.
The light of the sword passed across his neck, causing blood to spurt out.
Anyone who dares to hurt Lu Gao will be killed by Han Muye.
Qin Yuanhe stopped running ten feet away.
A small sword as long as a foot hung quietly in front of him.
"I didn't expect you to be in this sword pavilion."
"It's really not as good as God..."
Qin Yuanhe reached out, held the cloth bag behind his back, and then 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 from where it was.
A pale sword light appeared from Han Muye's left side.
"Stab-"
The crescent moon sword blocked the pale sword blade, then trembled and quickly retreated.
Qin Yuanhe, holding a bone sword, appeared under the nine stone steps, pointing his long sword forward.
"It's so amazing. You can even calculate the landing position of my killing sword."
"Otherwise, you would have died by my fox bone sword just now."
Qin Yuanhe looked at Han Muye, his eyes falling on the crescent moon.
"The swordsmanship of Yuehua Sword Sect? Who are you?"
Han Muye did not answer his words, but looked at Qin Yuanhe's sword.
"Mid-grade spiritual weapon?"
The sword knocked back his small spiritual weapon and dispersed his sword intent. It was at least a mid-grade spiritual weapon.
"Spiritual weapon? You can say that." Qin Yuanhe chuckled and stood up again.
His figure disappeared in a flash like a breeze, and when he reappeared, he was already one step away from Han Muye.
There was a sadness about the Bone Sword, which almost instantly froze Han Muye's soul and made his whole body almost completely stiff.
This is the suppression of the soul from a powerful spiritual weapon!
The pale sword light pierced Han Muye's chest.
This sword is extremely powerful!
Looking at the approaching sword, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.
Seeing that Han Muye was ready to die, joy appeared on the Qin Yuan River, and the bone sword was even faster.
The last time Han Muye controlled the power of three swords, it made him feel cold in his heart. He didn't even dare to take his sword back when it was taken away from him.
This time, it's different!
The sword edge advanced, already approaching three inches from Han Muye's chest.
At this moment, Han Muye suddenly opened his eyes and whispered.
"Kill?"
Before Qin Yuanhe could understand what he meant, he felt pain under his ribs on his left side. A sword intent exploded between his chest and abdomen, shattering his Qi sea and Dantian. The arm that originally held the sword was gone in an instant. strength.
The spiritual energy in his body suddenly dissipated, and his body went limp and fell in front of the stone steps.
On Han Muye's left hand, blood dripped from the dagger blade.
Left hand.
Bucking the trend.
In the distance, figures were flying towards them.
The golden light flashed on the sword pavilion.
