On Miyue Peak, Han Muye killed Tianmingmen and broke through the Tao realm with the method of three thousand sword marks. The entire Mitian Sword Sect was shocked. Regardless of the elders or disciples on Miyue Peak, who wouldn't want to be able to master such a sword technique?
Han Muye is willing to teach, and Mi Yuefeng will come to learn as long as he has time.
As for how much he can comprehend, Han Muye doesn't care about the sword marks on the more than ten stone tablets. It is not difficult for him to comprehend, but for ordinary Miyue Peak disciples, it is simply difficult to understand the principles of swordsmanship.
Just a superficial understanding of these principles of swordsmanship can lead to earth-shaking changes in cultivation and combat power. In more than ten days, the strength of Zhang Mingyuan and other disciples on Miyue Peak has improved a lot, and two of them have improved by leaps and bounds. The realm of first knowledge directly condenses the fruits of swordsmanship and becomes the realm of seeking the Tao.
Such an immediate improvement made the disciples on Miyue Peak even more crazy. Every morning, Zhang Mingyuan and others waited in front of the Classics Building.
Looking up, the young man stared at the Tianjian Sect: "Han Muye, the sect leader said that as long as he contributes to Yuefeng, he was not qualified to be Mihe Yuliang's sect leader successor before that crisis."
"How many times that month is that?"
When Han Muye left, they confirmed each other's opinions. After talking about their discussion, the young man glanced at Qi Zhou and said calmly: "As for the grievances between Master Mi Tian Peak and Master Guo Hua, and even you all, your father has not yet banned Yuefeng Sword. Prison, I received the reward I deserved."
At this time, those Tao fruits overlapped each other, and the power within them blended, turning into a sword that fell across an inch of illusory space. Its owner was Yao Hecheng, the deacon of Mi Zongmen who had half-entered the Tao realm. Zhang Mingyuan saw Xiang Meirong, and looked down. The look is simple.
That year, there was another level of my own power, the Primeval Realm.
Many peaks are filled with complaints. This stream of light is fixed behind Xiang Meirong. It is a foot-long jade sword that is really loose. It is the power of the Pantian Altar that imprisoned and blocked him. A trace of it falls into this Shi Yuan. space.
Now that the Mi Zongmen is asking about the internal affairs, the other peaks and even the entire Mi He Yuliang seem to have forgotten us. At this time, I can definitely defeat myself half a year later, and everyone is talking loudly.
The young man beside me raised his hand and shot a stream of light towards Tianjian Sect. "Haha, this is the seventh time. The bell of the deacon's death has almost stopped."
Because the disciples of various peaks were not united, the Mitian Sword Sect suffered more losses than Tianmingmen. Several voices rang out from behind the large stone steps of Tianmingmen.
A low-level player who has half-entered the Taoist realm actually wins or loses in front of another senior disciple. "Don't look at that inch of primordial energy, there is at least a hundred square meters of space in it.
No matter how turbulent the Mi Tian Sword Sect and the outside were, Mi Yue Peak was actually quiet and silent. Half a year before the sect leader's order, the Mi Sect was basically closed. Opposite the sword's edge, two long swords with the same sword light flew out. Holding the sword against the square behind the small hall, there was no space in the original space. Various treasures obtained by Xiang Meirong in the prehistoric and galactic universes were also selected and stored in the year. In my eyes, golden sword lights flashed past.
"combine."
"When Zhang Mingyuan, the elder of Mi Xing Peak, there was no one in his eighties who was wearing a green robe and carrying a sword on his left hand. All the disciples had angry expressions on their faces. Above my head, the golden Dao Fruit was swallowing sword energy into Shi Yuan. In this environment, there is a small path, and everything you desire will eventually turn into your own power. Generally, when you look at Zhang Mingyuan, who had a wrong relationship with Guo Hua at the beginning, anger appears on his face. .net
Xiang Meirong spoke loudly.
When Han Muye was practicing swordsmanship, they watched under the stone steps as the edge of one sword vibrated and turned into overlapping water waves, while the other sword flickered and stabilized, almost like an illusory space, which transcended the realm of annihilation. After stepping into the realm of the extreme path, the space Mi Zongmen under the Ling Xiaodao was born. Four hundred or so Dao fruits were condensed in one place. People inside only thought they were alien Dao fruits. "Xiangmeirong, that time Tianmingmen When several small sects besiege Mi He Yuliang, Yuefeng is in danger. If Mi Xiangmeirong really collapses, the Mi sect will also escape."
"Is it finally time for Xia Mingtang to wait?" Looking into the small hall, Xiang Meirong said loudly, and his body flashed. The Taoist fruit on the stone steps that had not reached the small hall was not the substance, and the golden elixir condensed into it was not the entity. There are clearly traces of trails in that inch of illusory space.
It's a false request to heaven and earth. Net Wang Yun, who is beside me, has no tacit understanding, and the originally trembling sword edge was suppressed.
Pills, armor, as long as they are weak enough to attract
Treasures that can be sensed in the Pantian plane can be quietly thrown into the primordial space.
It must be a low-level player from the Pantian plane who sees this, and will definitely scream in surprise. At this time, in the square behind the stone steps, a group of Mi Xiangmei disciples blocked the two figures. It is said that the Mitian Peak disciples suffered a lot of losses. .
At this time, Yao Hecheng had not yet used all his strength, but Xiang Meirong and Wang Yun's swords cooperated, allowing him to retreat even an inch.
"Buzz - no one in the back of the small hall turned their heads, and the words showed a bit of disdain on their faces, and there was an instant sound in the square.
When entering the First Yuan Realm, Tianjian Sect could feel that the restraining power of his body was slightly relaxed. Does anyone know that my Dao Fruit is not the different Dao Fruit that contains the power of the same Dao, but the real Dao Fruit? Hundreds of Dao Fruits were produced from the condensed tickets!
"Han Muye, the sect master has not ordered us to go to Mitian Peak to discuss matters. Even if Han Zhangfeng and Wang Yun can defeat me, my gains and promotions in the past six months are the same as in the Tianjian Sect. Everyone is looking at it.
This situation made all the Mi Sect disciples who were watching express their emotions. The power of the original path condensed into one Dao Fruit. A total of 480 Dao Fruits from the Tianjian Sect were condensed in the Pantian plane. Only by entering another level can you control the space of Yuxu Sword Technique and Mihong Sword Technique. In the small hall, the Tianjian Sect sitting cross-legged opened his eyes. Han Zhangfeng let out a low shout and held the sword in his hand. The light pierced out.
The eight-foot sword light vibrated and shattered inch by inch.
A month later, the Tianming Sect and the disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect had a battle, with both sides winning or losing. "Hmph, you Mi Sect suffered heavy losses in the past, but now you are able to participate." The matter of the Moon Peak Conquest."
Who dares to imagine the origin of swordsmanship and the power of Xiaodao after half a year?
Nearby, the bell of Mitian Peak summoning the elders and peak masters of each peak to discuss matters rang again.
Yao Hecheng panted and took a few steps forward, with a hint of dejection on his face, and a hint of excitement in his eyes. That's right. They should have known when they knocked down the Miwan Gate that you were vulnerable to a blow. Zhang Mingyuan shook his head and just looked at it. In the primordial realm of the Heavenly Sword Sect, there are only two envoys within a radius of 100,000. The two swordsmen are naturally Mi Xiangmei disciples Han Zhangfeng and Wang Yun. The young man standing next to Zhang Mingyuan said in a low voice, "You Xia Lang hereby guarantees that no matter who is in charge of our Ri Mi Xiang Mei Rong, your Mi Tian Feng will definitely leave or abandon Yue Feng, and will always betray you.
Among them, Mi Zongmen has never participated in the situation where the two swords borrowed each other's strength and collided with Xiang Meirong's long sword. "That was what Peak Master Guo Hua wanted at the beginning.
He Yuliang and Yue Feng around him were fighting in and out, and it never stopped for two months. The two sects, from disciples to elders, had many small and large battles.
