"Brother Lu, don't worry, it's okay."
Han Muye stretched out his hand to support Lu Gao's arm that was tightly grasping the door frame, and spoke softly.
"Did you hold on?" Lu Gao opened his mouth, blood still flowing on his face.
"Keep it." Han Muye nodded.
Lu Gao's body softened and he fainted.
Han Muye hugged his body and turned to look at the people from the Sword Sect standing in front of the stone steps.
"He was injured while guarding the sword pavilion. I hope the sect can do its best to treat him."
Hearing his words, an old man in green robe standing at the foot of the stone steps nodded, waved and said, "Send him to the Alchemy Hall for good treatment."
The two inner disciples stepped forward, caught Lu Gao, and sent him to the Alchemy Hall.
Han Muye looked at it with a complex expression, and a look of self-blame flashed across his face.
If he had been guarding the door of Jiange just now, Lu Gao would not have lost his eyesight.
"Practitioners like us should have seen through life and death long ago, so we don't have to worry about spring and autumn."
"The sect has suffered such a catastrophe. The disciples in the sect should all strive to be the first and contribute to the sect's rise."
The old man in green robe glanced at Han Muye, then turned to look to his side.
Several inner disciples who were checking Qin Yuanhe and another person came forward and whispered a few words.
The old man's eyes flashed, and he waved his hands. The two disciples carried Qin Yuanhe away, who was still alive. Then someone else wrapped the other man who had died in black cloth and carried him away.
"Master Nephew Han, these two are both masters of the Tailing Sword Sect." The old man in green robe looked at Han Muye and said softly: "Did you do it?"
Territory.
One dead and one wounded.
The wounds on both of them were crisp and sharp.
Even with such an injury, the old man dared not say he could do it, even if he was in a different state.
Han Muye didn't say anything. He reached out and took out a small bronze sword, and gently inserted the sword into his bun.
The old man in green robe was stunned, his eyes fixed for a moment, then he looked up at the golden sword pavilion and nodded.
A formal disciple of Jiange, borrowing the power of Jiange's formation.
Within a hundred feet of the sword pavilion, even the pill can be resisted.
It seemed that the elder of Jiange had arranged everything before leaving.
"I am Bao Xu, one of the deacons and elders responsible for the defense of Jiuxuan Mountain."
"If anything happens at Master Nephew's Jiange in the future, we can directly mobilize the Shouyutang disciples."
The old man bowed his hand to Han Muye and raised his hand to take the bone sword that fell on the ground into his palm.
He looked at it carefully and frowned.
"This sword is made with a strange technique. There is no special power in the sword. It seems to be better than its hardness."
With that said, he held up the long sword and handed it to Han Muye: "Master Nephew Han can put this sword into the sword pavilion first. After the sword is identified and graded, the enemy-defending reward will be given to Master Nephew."
Han Muye defeated a strong man from the Tailing Sword Sect outside the sword pavilion and obtained a long sword. This sword was considered his capture. The sword pavilion took it in exchange for corresponding merit rewards.
Rewards for merit.
This is the rule of Jianmen.
Han Muye took the bone sword with both hands, nodded and said, "Brother Lu, please pay more attention to Elder Bao's injury."
Bao Xu nodded, glanced at the sword pavilion behind Han Muye, turned around and led the disciples away.
In the sky, the golden light curtain of the mountain-protecting formation slowly disappeared.
The sword light at the top of Jiuxuan Mountain has long since disappeared.
Holding the white bone sword, Han Muye's eyes fell on it.
The bluish-white-grey sword body is covered with faint lines.
This is not a seal-engraved spiritual pattern, but a demonic pattern that comes with the bone sword.
This is a sword made from a piece of demon beast bone.
Among the swords hidden in the sword pavilion, there are also many swords that are neither gold nor iron, including several made of bamboo and wood.
There are several bone swords like this.
As Bao Xu said, there is nothing special about holding a long sword in your hand.
But this sword had just knocked back the flying sword of Han Muye and dispersed his sword intent.
There is definitely something extraordinary about this sword.
Move your palm lightly and hold the hilt of the sword.
Faint sword energy entered his body one after another.
The sword energy is not strong, and it is not what a long sword of the spiritual weapon level should have.
In the mind, the picture emerged.
An old man in a white robe kept grinding a piece of white bone while muttering something in his mouth. ,
A long sword was made, and someone placed the sword in a deep cave.
Qin Yuanhe received the long sword, which was carefully wrapped, and there was no scene of him practicing how to wield the sword.
From the method of making the sword to the hand of the sword to Qin Yuanhe, the scene is all ordinary.
Could it be that, as Bao Xu said, there really is nothing special about this sword other than being strong?
Holding the white bone sword, Han Muye turned around and walked into the sword pavilion.
As he walked towards the wooden stand where the swords were placed, he poured sword energy into the sword body in his palm.
Together.
Ten ways.
Hundreds of ways.
Thousands of ways.
Thousands of ways.
Han Muye's face showed a strange color.
Thousands of sword energy entered the sword body, but there was no change at all.
This sword is anything but ordinary.
The name of the sword is fox bone.
Could it be made from the demon bones of a certain fox clan demon?
Fox clan?
The strange sword on the third floor had killed a white fox.
Han Muye was shocked and stood where he was.
Luo Tian's sword killed a white fox.
His eyes fell hard on the white bone sword in his hand.
Which sect was the elder of Jiange transferred from Jiange?
Why were the Cao family and his party attacked?
It is a fatal act for a dead man to attack the spiritual land.
Why did Qin Yuanhe and his companions come to Jiange?
When Qin Yuanhe got this sword, why didn't he refine it or practice it?
Han Muye wanted to withdraw the sword energy poured into the sword body, but found that it was empty.
The sword energy disappeared!
Han Muye held the hilt of the sword in his hand and felt chilled all over.
All this is a calculation!
The Tailing Sword Sect set up this trap at the expense of a supreme leader, several powerful people in the realm, and countless low-level disciples!
The Sanqin Sword Sect is the bureau.
Qin Yuanhe is the bureau.
At the end of this game is Jiange.
The great demon suppressed under the sword pavilion!
The Tailing Sword Sect wants to draw fire from the bottom of the cauldron, release the great demon, and destroy the Jiuxuan Sword Sect in one fell swoop!
"Xiao Langjun, what are you thinking about?"
A gentle and gentle voice sounded behind Han Muye.
Han Muye slowly turned around and looked at the female cultivator in white who was leaning on a wooden frame.
He knew this female nun.
On the first night he came to Jiange, they almost became a double cultivator.
The green hair is like a waterfall, and the apricot eyes contain spring.
"Mr. Lang, why are you looking at the slave family like this? There is a man and a woman alone in this sword pavilion. Could it be that you..." The female cultivator chuckled lightly and dispersed.
When he reappeared, he was already behind Han Muye, leaning against his ear and blowing gently.
The breath is warm.
But it made Han Muye feel cold all over.
He had no idea how the female cultivator disappeared in front of him.
Even if he had sword intent, he didn't know where to inspire it.
Heavenly Realm Demon!
The great demon suppressed under the sword pavilion!
This one is not something he can deal with!
With a movement, Han Muye rushed out of the sword pavilion.
Only his steps moved, and his whole body suddenly stopped.
His body didn't wait for an inch of movement.
That is suppression from the mind to the body.
The power of heaven?
A small white hand pressed on Han Muye's shoulder.
"Xiao Langjun, you've flirted with me, do you want to leave now?"
The female cultivator raised her hand, passed through Han Muye's armpit, and grasped the bone sword in his hand.
"If it hadn't been for you, Lang Jun, how could I have gotten back the tailbone that I chopped off..."
The figure of the female cultivator appeared in front of Han Muye, and the white bone sword she held in her hand slowly softened and turned into a snow-white fox tail.
Holding the fox tail in her hand, a trace of nostalgia flashed across the female nun's face, and there was a trace of madness and hatred in her eyes.
"Haha, the nine tails harm the country, and beauty is a disaster."
"I chopped off my tail and veins for you, and transformed myself from a demon into a human being, but you used the Nine-Xuan Sword to suppress me forever."
"Okay, then I'll just be a demon..."
"You want peace in this world, but I won't give it to you."
In the female cultivator's hand, the fox tail turned into a white bone sword again, and then condensed into a small three-inch sword, as crystal clear as jade.
Green light flashed in her eyes, she took a step forward and met Han Muye's face, only a few inches apart, their eyes facing each other.
"Xiao Langjun, am I beautiful?"
