You too.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Bai Zeyu was stunned for a moment, then strode away with a long smile.

The other sword cultivators around turned their heads to look at Han Muye.

To be able to face the rising star of the endless sea, and still be so calm, who is this person?

You know, this Bai Zeyu only defeated Shui Yue'er, the young palace master of Shui Ling Palace, and he was in the limelight for a while!

"He is Han Muye, Yujing Sword Shop!" Someone whispered.

Yujing Jianpu, Han Muye, who commented on Jian Wushuang.

It was this one!

Among the kendo of Broken Star Island, I am afraid that this is the one who has become famous recently.

Comment on the sword, the sword formation, and the destruction of the deadly building.

No wonder even Bai Zeyu invited him.

"Mr. Han, thank you for your Heart Refinement Sword Formation." A sword cultivator in blue clothes bowed to Han Muye.

Many people followed and bowed to Han Muye.

Most of the sword cultivators present had experienced the Heart Refinement Sword Formation.

"Mr. Han, Jin Cheng would like to thank you for the grace of destroying the deadly building." A big man with a long sword on his back clasped his fists towards Han Muye.

At this moment, in front of Liukui Pavilion, almost everyone looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye bowed his hands in return, and then walked up the steps with a smile.

The disciple of Liukui Pavilion who was checking his identity in front bowed and asked him to enter the attic.

"This son really can't stay." Outside Liukui Pavilion, Zuo Tianya's eyes flashed, and he spoke in a low voice.

Zhu, who was beside him, ignored the gloomy expression on his face, nodded, and the two walked into the pavilion.

Han Muye was already standing on a wasteland at this time.

The Liukui Pavilion is the sword pavilion of the great monk, and it is also the domain of Taoism, which has its own space.

When he settled into it, Han Muye already felt the characteristics of this space.

sword.

On the wasteland, there are long swords of decay.

Even those alien beasts seem to be carrying long swords.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a rotten long sword landed in his palm.

The sword started, and it shattered directly.

This made him stunned for a moment, then chuckled.

fake.

I thought that someone really would gather so many swords in their sword pavilion, but it turned out that they were all fake swords.

These swords are just pieces of rotten wood.

Not right either.

Looking at the densely packed swords ahead, Han Muye crouched down.

These swords are not inserted in the wasteland, but grow in the wasteland.

In the wasteland, the guild leader sword?

Turning his head, Han Muye looked at the bony beasts.

The swords carried by these alien beasts are not backs, but long.

The wasteland of the long sword, the alien beast of the long sword?

Han Muye raised his hand, ready to call out a sword of his own, but found that neither the sword box nor other swords could be drawn.

This is the suppression of the power of the Dao domain.

"Roar-"

Ahead, the alien beast roared towards Han Muye.

On the alien beast, there was a tyrannical aura interlaced, and between the collisions, the sword light shone.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes. With a movement of his body, he let the beast's collision pass, and raised his hand and pressed it on its back.

"Kuraga-"

The long sword on the back of the beast was drawn.

With the sword in hand, Han Muye raised his hand and stroked.

A three-zhang sword light cut off the alien beast.

The body of the beast that was severed turned into a blue cloud, wrapping the sword in Han Muye's hand.

This sword body is wrapped in cloud energy, adding a touch of spirituality.

Half-spirit.

Holding the long sword, Han Muye understood the rules of this swordsmanship trial.

Kill more beasts and collect more swords.

In the first-level trial, the sword in your hand is transformed into a low-grade spiritual weapon, and you can clear the level.

It shouldn't be difficult.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Han Muye turned his head to look forward.

Over there, a few more alien beasts came running.

"boom-"

A sword light swept down those alien beasts and turned them into blue clouds.

Han Muye laughed as he looked at a middle-aged Jianxiu holding a big sword in front of him, and his figure faded.

His sword has been transformed into a low-grade spiritual weapon, enough to enter the first floor of Your Excellency Sword.

Han Muye shook his head.

He looked at the sword in his hand.

The sword is three feet long, simple in shape, and dull in the edge of the sword.

Sword Qi penetrated, and you could feel the direction of the veins.

He raised his hand and grasped a sword inserted in the wasteland.

A faint hint of swords penetrated.

Again, there is context in it.

It's just that these swords seem to have withered, completely decayed, even if the sword is infused, there is no sense.

"boom-"

Ahead, one after another figure fell, killed the scattered alien beasts, and then left.

There are still many alien beasts carrying long swords in this wasteland.

"when-"

The two swordsmen attacked from a strange beast.

The sword light clashed, and the sword energy scattered.

In the end, a sword cultivator was pierced by a sword in his arm, spilled blood, and ran away.

Another winner shot and killed the alien beast, and the sword in his hand shone, leading him to leave this floor.

Han Muye walked over and looked around.

Most of the rotten swords shattered as the two fought, but a few remained standing.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to investigate and found that although these swords were exhausted, there was still a trace of strength.

very weak.

When he raised his hand to hold the nearest sword, a strange color appeared on his face.

There is a trace of blood on this sword.

It was the sword cultivator who had spilled on him just now.

At this time, on this sword, the original dry veins were a little more moist.

Among them, there is also a little more vitality.

Watered with blood?

Look up and look at the endless wasteland.

How much blood does it take...

"Kuraga-"

Han Muye unsheathed his long sword and slashed at Jianxiu who fell not far away.

Jian Feng rubbed his body, carrying a puddle of blood.

The sword cultivator with empty hands was pale and stood at a loss in the wasteland full of broken swords.

Han Muye said lightly, "Let's go."

Walk?

Don't kill yourself?

That Jianxiu left blankly, walked a few meters away, and looked back.

Han Muye checked it out, and sure enough, the sword that had been watered with qi and blood came alive.

He looked around with a smile on his face.

"boom-"

The long sword in his hand turned into an endless sword light and rushed into the distance.

…

Outside the sword pavilion, Xu Chuanhe stood side by side with several old men in green robes.

All of them had serious expressions on their faces.

Around the Jiange, there are many Liukui's disciples who penetrated their own strengths to help the Jiange run.

The power of this six-story sword pavilion has been slowly collapsing because of the fall of its master.

If there is no external strength to support, it would have collapsed long ago.

But the six-story sword pavilion is the domain of a great sword cultivator. How could the disciples of the Liukui Pavilion be willing to collapse?

"I don't know if I can find the owner for the Jiange this time." A long-bearded old man frowned and said softly.

"Zhu Yuran, Zheng Tao, and Wang Mingxu are all Jiange elites. I hope they can be recognized by Jiange." A white-haired old man with his hands behind his back said lightly.

"Also, Han Muye." Xu Chuanhe's eyes were bright.

The other old men also nodded.

They are not worried that this sword pavilion will be taken by outsiders. Without the swordsmanship of this sect as an introduction, and without the matching of the martial arts of this sect, it is impossible to refine the sword pavilion.

"Hey, it's a pity that Han Muye has offended too many people, Shui Yue'er of Shui Ling Palace..." An old man shook his head and sighed.

The expressions of Xu Chuanhe and others also changed slightly.

In the sword pavilion trial, life and death are unpredictable.

"Om-"

Suddenly, the golden pavilion vibrated gently, causing turbulence in the sword energy.

"Master, this sword pavilion seems to have signs of awakening."

Some disciples exclaimed.

wake?

Can the sword pavilion wake up?

How is it possible that since the master of the sword pavilion has fallen, this sword pavilion has been silent!

But at this time, the halo on the sword pavilion is clearly a little more agile.

Could it be that the sword pavilion is really going to wake up?

What happened in the sword pavilion?

Xu Chuanhe and the others looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.

…

On the second floor of Jiange Pavilion, there is a rocky beach.

A tall sword fell down, with a long sword in front of him.

"Senior brother." With a call, the young man who also held a sword came over.

"Why did you come here?" The young man glanced at Gao Dajianxiu and frowned, "It's not like we should gather here, why haven't the other brothers come over yet."

Hearing his words, a look of fear flashed on Gao Da Jianxiu's face, and he said in a low voice, "It is estimated that they were stumped in the first layer of Sword Qi Wasteland."

"I don't know where the madman came from. In the Sword Qi Wasteland, he didn't want to rush to gather the swords on the second floor, but he shot everywhere. As long as the sword cultivator entered the Sword Qi Wasteland, he would have to fight."

Is there such a person?

The young Jianxiu had obviously arrived ahead of schedule. He didn't know about this, and asked curiously, "Then this person was not beheaded?"

Gao Da Jianxiu shook his head, his face even more fearful.

He raised his arm, revealing the chopped robe: "One sword."

The wound was about a foot long, and the blood had coagulated.

The young Jianxiu widened his eyes and said in a low voice, "One sword hurt you, Senior Brother?"

"Isn't that the kendo cultivation base is extremely strong?"

"Such a master, what are you doing on the first floor?"

Gao Da Jianxiu shook his head.

How does he know.

On the beach on the second floor, almost every subsequent sword cultivator would curse in a low voice.

Slowly, some people came to know who the sword cultivator who challenged around on the first floor of the sword pavilion was.

Yujing Sword Shop, Han Muye.

This guy almost swept all the sword cultivators who could challenge it, and they were all injured but not killed.

Many people kept secrets, but they couldn't hide their defeat by Han Muye's sword.

"You said, does he not know the rules of the sword pavilion trial, thinking that he will challenge on the wasteland, and he does not know the rules of gathering swords and rushing to the second floor?"

Someone suddenly spoke with a smile in their eyes.

"It shouldn't be..."

"It is possible that he came to Broken Star Island from outside, and Liu Kui Pavilion may not necessarily tell him the rules."

Someone gloated.

Those Jianxiu who had been slashed by Han Muye were happy again.

No matter how strong you are, you are not on the first floor, and you don’t know how to get up?

…

At this time, there were not many practitioners on the first floor of the sword pavilion.

Han Muye was in the wasteland, with long swords growing around him.

In five days, after collecting blood and watering, these swords have been restored to life.

When the number of swords restored to life reached a thousand, Han Muye could feel that the entire wasteland was reviving.

The cloud that had been standing still began to roll.

Many alien beasts carrying swords were scratched by the long swords.

There are also many swords that have been eaten by alien beasts.

vitality.

In five days, Han Muye had no idea how many Jian Xiu had been defeated.

A powerful overhaul of the heavenly realm, weak to the point where the earthly realm first entered the channel.

Some were defeated with a single sword, blood spilled, and some were fought with a hundred moves, and finally the blood was splashed.

No one is Han Muye's opponent.

On the beach on the second floor, more people were silent.

What if you can come to the second floor yourself, can't you stop someone's sword?

"boom-"

When the blood-soaked swords reached 100,000, the entire sword pavilion vibrated on the first floor, and countless sword qi lingered and rose into the air.

Han Muye raised the long sword in his hand, and his eyes fell on the sword's edge.

At this moment, the sword in his hand seemed to be calling.

He stretched out his left hand, pressed the blade of the sword lightly with his palm, and clenched it slowly.

Blood stained.

With blood on his palm, he wrapped the long sword with blood.

At the moment when his blood dripped into the wasteland, all the sword energy in the air turned into a torrent, hitting the long sword in front of him.

The golden light burst, and the endless streamer covered him.

When the stream of light disappeared, Han Muye was no longer there in the wasteland.

Countless swords roared in the wasteland.

"That guy, finally left..." Someone stuck his head out from behind the rocks and said in a low voice.

"Inciting so many swords to vibrate, has he been favored by the sword pavilion?" A disciple of the sword pavilion, wearing a blue robe and carrying a long sword, muttered to himself, pondered for a moment, did not use the sword, but moved. Disperse in place.

When he appeared, he was already outside the sword pavilion.

"I want to see the elders."

"In the sword pavilion, there is a mutation..."

…

When Han Muye landed on the gravel beach on the second floor, he saw Jianxiu fighting with various four-legged monsters in the beach.

It's not difficult, as long as you kill ten four-legged monsters, you can leave this floor.

When he reached the second floor, there were only three or five thousand sword repairers left.

"he came!"

Swordsman Han Muye, countless people changed color.

"Quickly kill the monster, who knows what this guy is going to do?" Someone exclaimed, and then the sword light in his hand was a little faster.

There doesn't seem to be anything special about this floor. After killing ten monsters, they were sent directly to the third floor.

This level is not difficult for most sword cultivators.

The four-legged monster's combat power is only the same as when it first entered the situation.

Those Jianxiu who saw Han Muye's arrival quickly shot, Han Muye stood there, but did not move.

Half of his mind went forward, and half, fell on the sword in his hand.

Ahead, the four-legged monsters sprang from the depths of the tidal flat seemed endless, and even the divine sense could not suppress them.

The sword in his hand, at this time the divine light converges, is no different from ordinary swords.

But he could feel that the sword energy was surging like a tide in the sword.

This sword is not a first-time spiritual tool, but a top-quality spiritual tool!

The top-quality spiritual tool is already a semi-magical treasure, and its power is beyond compare.

Holding this sword, with a single sword, it can directly stimulate the sword beam of Baizhang, sweeping away the monsters.

Sweep?

Han Muye moved in his heart.

He flew away, landed in front of a four-legged monster, and stabbed with his long sword.

"Thorn-"

The sword light pierced the top of the monster beast's head, pinning it in the tidal flat.

A faint spirituality was gathered and landed on the sword.

spirituality.

really!

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

He guessed right.

The first layer of the sword pavilion is the growth of the sword's veins, and the second layer is the blessing of the sword's spirituality.

As for how to have enough spirituality, it depends on how much you need.

Looking up, looking at the strange beasts that rushed forward like a tide, Han Muye flew up.

"Haha, he's going to kill the monster." Seeing Han Muye rushing towards the monster, many people sighed in relief.

I didn't come to fight with myself again, this guy is not crazy yet.

"This guy is really, anyway, if you kill ten monsters, you will be led to the third floor. What's the use of rushing forward?" Someone said with a smile.

"Perhaps, he wanted to hit ten?" Someone grinned.

perhaps-

In mid-air, Han Muye's figure directly smashed away the monster that was blocking the way.

The divine beast dominates his body, so that he is not afraid of monsters at all, and directly knocks those monsters into the air.

Falling a hundred miles away, there are only countless monsters around.

"Om-"

In his palm, the sword vibrated, and Sen Han's sword intent rose directly into the sky.

cut!

"boom-"

A sword slashed horizontally, surrounded by ten miles of sword light.

The bodies of countless four-legged monsters shattered.

Spirituality turned into a torrent, intertwined into a long dragon, and following Han Muye, who was being led, it crashed directly to the third floor.

From the second- and third-tier sword cultivators' point of view, it was a spiritual dragon behind him.

"This, is this the default heir to the sword pavilion..." Someone whispered on the second floor.

They cut ten monsters to clear the customs, this guy slashed thousands of monsters with one sword, and he just gathered his spirituality into a dragon.

How does this compare?

"So it is!" Someone whispered, his eyes lit up, and then he slammed into the pile of monsters in front of him.

"boom-"

When the monster struck, he was knocked flying before he could even draw his sword.

…

The third floor of the sword pavilion, green mountains and forests.

Han Muye landed on a bluestone, and the dragon of spirituality slammed into the long sword in his hand.

The sword vibrated and turned into a yellow puppy.

Sword shape, magic weapon.

Although they were not as spiritual as Dayan Daoist and Zhao Yunlong, who stayed in Tianxuan, Han Muye also represented a magic weapon and possessed his own spiritual wisdom.

Not all magic weapons can have wisdom.

On the contrary, 90% of the magic weapons have no spiritual wisdom.

Han Muye landed on the blue stone. Not far away, many sword cultivators saw it and hurried away.

Those who can be followed by the spiritual dragon are strong men. Who wants to meet so early?

Looking around, Han Muye did not move, but sat cross-legged.

The swords he got on the first floor were simply refining.

On the second floor, the dragon of spirituality was infused into a magic weapon, and the sword was almost out of his control.

"Om-"

Raising his hand a little, the yellow puppy condensed the long sword again and landed in front of Han Muye.

Reaching out to hold the long sword, a sword energy penetrated into the sword.

Han Muye's expression changed.

A picture after another appeared in his mind!

Didn't he pull out this sword from the back of the alien beast, and then infuse it into a magic weapon with spirituality? How can he remember it?

In the picture in his mind, there appeared a black-bearded Taoist man in a green robe, holding a long sword and running rampant in all directions.

The master of the sword pavilion!

In this sword pavilion, whether it is spiritual or sword, the owner of the sword should be this one.

If it wasn't for Han Muye remembering to re-refine the sword, he wouldn't be able to see these pictures at all.

The screen flashed, and the sword cultivator searched for swords everywhere, and then sealed them in his sword pavilion.

As the screen changed, Han Muye sat up straight.

The three-story sword pavilion was transformed into four, five, and six floors.

When you enter the fifth floor of the sword pavilion, you can go straight for three days!

"boom-"

The screen vibrated and seemed to dissipate.

The sword energy in Han Muye's hand kept pouring into his hands, which stabilized the picture.

The six-story sword pavilion behind the Taoist shone, smashed through the void, and rushed into the last three days.

Clouds gather!

For the last three days, it was completely built on the clouds!

Xianyun City, Xianyuan World, last three days!

The continuous sword pavilion is surrounded by a nine-story tower.

Surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds, the nine-story golden pagoda shines with fairy light.

Han Muye couldn't help but focus all his attention on the sword pavilion on the ninth floor.

"boom-"

A thunderbolt born from the void descended, shattering all the images in Han Muye's mind.

"Hey, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is interesting..."

A faint voice sounded in Han Muye's mind.

Han Muye's face was pale.

This feeling was ten million times stronger than when he faced Tianxuan Daozu directly.

There are rumors in the cultivation world that those great monks who do not stick to the cycle of karma, even if outsiders are thousands of miles away, they will also be detected by them.

Perhaps the rumors are true.

Nine-story sword pavilion.

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

At a glance, you can cross time and space and see your own great cultivator.

This world of practice is really exciting!

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