Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

With a sword in hand, the light of the sword converges, and the nine-story sword tower floats in the air behind him.

With one sword and one tower, Han Muye faced tens of thousands of phantoms.

"Om-"

The sword light rose, and the sound of sword chants resounded.

Han Muye's sword vibrated, and all the phantoms' long swords vibrated.

The endless sword light gathered in the Changjiang River, roaring and bursting, like a waterfall of stars, descending from the sky.

Han Muye stood in the center of the million-zhang battle platform, with the golden nine-story sword tower above his head spinning, and the sword light swayed.

The long sword in his hand roared out, attracting all the sword light.

Han Muye slowly sat cross-legged, the hilt of his sword was released, and he was suspended in front of him.

His eyes were closed, and all the long swords around him collided with one after another phantom.

Every sword is a sword technique.

Every sword is a kind of Taoism.

At this moment, Han Muye single-handedly controlled tens of thousands of long swords and entrusted tens of thousands of sword techniques.

The sword pavilion spun lightly, and the sword light was endless, protecting Han Muye's body by a hundred feet.

The nine-story sword pavilion is the treasure of the last three days of the sword pavilion, and it is the representative of the sword pavilion.

After ascending from the power, there is no ninth-level sword pavilion in the sword pavilion, only Qi Yu controls an eight-level sword pavilion.

Although the eighth floor and the ninth floor are only one layer apart, they are thousands of miles apart.

Ten eight-story sword pavilions are not as good as a nine-story sword pavilion.

The gap between them is the level, the cultivation perception, and the leap in the power of swordsmanship.

"Nine-story sword pavilion, no wonder, no wonder..." Seeing the nine-story sword pagoda shining on the battlefield, Qi Yu laughed up to the sky.

No wonder Han Muye said that he had a relationship with the sword pavilion, but he was unwilling to join the sword pavilion as a disciple.

No wonder the seventh-tier sword pavilion in Han Muye's hands was presented as a reward for the Kendo Conference.

No wonder Han Muye took more care of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

It turned out that Han Muye was in charge of a ninth-level sword pavilion!

In charge of the nine-story sword pavilion, it is naturally the person from the sword pavilion.

With the only nine-story sword pavilion in this world, the relationship between Han Muye and the sword pavilion could not be separated.

"Nine-story Jiange, is this the person we've been waiting for?" Behind Qi Yu, an elder of the Jiange said softly.

Everyone around him nodded slightly.

Above the meteorite, everyone was staring at the million-foot stage.

"One person, ten thousand swords?" Someone whispered.

"It's ten thousand swords and ten thousand methods." Someone looked at those long swords and said softly.

All swords, all methods.

There really are people like this in the world who can read all dharmas and cultivate all swords!

"when--"

Long sword strikes.

This is the sound of a long sword colliding with the sword in the virtual shadow's hand.

The swordsmanship and Taoism displayed by the two swords are exactly the same.

On the battlefield, Han Muye sat cross-legged.

This sitting is three years.

In the past three years, everyone watched the sword light around him become more and more brilliant.

One after another phantom was smashed by his sword light.

Use the same swordsmanship and Taoism to defeat your own phantom.

cut yourself.

beat yourself.

With every sword light that shattered a phantom, Han Muye's aura became stronger.

Every sword light is a sword technique, a technique.

For practitioners who observe, seeing through a sword light is to obtain an inheritance.

The battle on the stage is mesmerizing.

In the past three years, no one was willing to miss an ounce.

Three years later, the sword light on Han Muye's body was so dazzling and magnificent that it was impossible to look directly at him.

And in front of him, there are only three of the tens of thousands of phantoms left.

The strength of these three phantoms, each sword traverses tens of thousands of feet, and the broken space brought out by the sword light seems to be about to collide with the sealing formation on the battlefield.

The combat power of these three phantoms completely surpassed everyone's imagination.

That swordsmanship, between raising a hand and raising a foot, is the means of destroying the sky and destroying the earth.

Unfortunately, such kendo has surpassed everyone's understanding.

Even Qi Yu, the former number one in kendo, could only close his eyes.

dare not look.

I am afraid that after reading it, it will affect the Tao's heart.

Jia Wu sat on the meteorite, his eyes shining brightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Huang Laoliu muttered, only the fingers on his knees moved gently.

"when--"

Double sword fighting.

The long sword in front of Han Muye shattered.

At the moment when the sword shattered, the sword tower shook, and countless sword lights fell from the sky like shooting stars.

The sword light covers the sky and the sun, and merges into a long river.

Outside Shen Muyuan, the practitioners sitting on the meteorite stood up one by one.

Han Muye had never had such a sword.

Such a sword, not to mention the three phantoms, even if there are thousands of paths in front of them, can't stop it.

After this sword, Han Muye broke through the stage!

"boom--"

The three phantom swords swung and resisted with all their strength, but after a hundred breaths, the sword light passed through.

The phantom dissipated, and the sword light was like a long dragon, roaring into the sky.

The golden nine-story sword pagoda turned ten thousand feet into one hundred thousand feet. Han Muye slowly stood up and looked up at the void in front of him.

"boom--"

The torrent of sword light broke through the light curtain barrier on the void, and then raged like a long dragon in Shenmuyuan.

The sword light swayed like a star.

The void was enveloped by the sword light, the entire Shen Muyuan began to collapse, and countless rubble slammed into the surroundings.

The million-zhang performance stage suspended in it slowly rose.

The golden streamer rushed out from the stage to the bottom.

One after another, cyan immortal energy permeated the ten-thousand-zhang high platform, wrapped around Han Muye's body, and collided with the golden nine-story sword tower.

Immortal energy is lingering, as if ascending to immortal.

Han Muye's eyes flashed with a bright halo.

Rewarding immortal energy on the performance stage allows practitioners to perceive the power of immortal energy in advance.

When you step into Shengxiantai and enter Hualing Pond, you will be able to adapt more quickly.

It seems that the strong people who can really pass through the performance platform will have the baptism of immortal energy in advance, and there will be no problem in crossing the Spirit Transformation Pond.

As for the later practitioners, they did not pass through the performance stage with their own combat power, and they did not have the gifts and rewards of immortal energy, so many of them fell in the Spirit Transformation Pond.

"boom--"

The million-zhang performance platform wrapped by the sword light was divided again, and turned into the tens of thousands of ten-zhang battle platforms before.

Han Muye's body was filled with spiritual light and immortal energy. He stepped out and landed on the meteorite.

Above his head, a dark golden halo flashed.

This halo has the same origin as the streamer of the defensive formation on the performance stage in front.

"Sword Master." Qi Yu stepped forward and bowed to Han Muye.

He looked up at the slowly rotating nine-story sword tower behind Han Muye, and his eyes were full of joy.

Several other Jiange elders also stepped forward and bowed.

"I'll go to the sword pavilion when I get a chance." Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and waved, and the nine-story sword pagoda disappeared.

He cupped his hands towards the surroundings, moved his body and left the meteorite.

After breaking through the performance platform, and the performance platform reappears in the world of practice, he doesn't need to stay here anymore.

Watching Han Muye leave, the top experts in this world all had complex expressions on their faces.

With unparalleled talent, Han Muye surpassed everyone and became the number one person in this world.

This first-person identity may not fully represent combat power, but this is potential and talent. As long as he does not fall, it will inevitably suppress the existence of this world.

"If this one wants to rebuild the divine court, what should we do?"

A Taoist man in a green robe turned his head and looked at everyone around him.

do not know.

At this moment, many people were silent.

Han Muye, a strong man with uncompromising determination and unrivaled combat power, has Tianxuan, Medicine Valley, and Sword Pavilion behind him.

No one knew that if Han Muye wanted to rebuild the divine court, who could stop him.

Endless Heavenly Venerate?

When everyone looked back, they had not seen the figure of Endless Heavenly Venerate.

"Haha, the performance stage, if you have this experience, your practice will not be in vain." A slender black-shirted sword holding a long sword laughed and flew towards the re-differentiated performance stage.

The other practitioners also smiled and rushed to the stage.

After ten years of impact and three years of observation, everyone who came here has gained a lot.

The harvest of this trip is to make all of them reborn, and let them who are already standing at the peak of their own cultivation make breakthroughs and go further.

With such an opportunity, it is a sin to waste every bit of it.

"boom--"

The light brought by the sword light and spells shone in the sky above Shenmuyuan, which was turned into a dense pile of rocks.

At this time, in the void, next to Han Muye, Jia Wu stood there with a calm expression.

"I will return to the endless sea this time, and I will gather the strength needed by the Great Array of the Worlds."

Jia Wu's eyes flashed a deep dim light.

"Tell me, how long will it take to complete the teleportation formation leading to Immortal Realm."

This is a deal between Han Muye and Endless Heavenly Venerate.

The Endless Heavenly Venerate helped Han Muye repair the Great Array of Myriad Realms. Han Muye took action and set up a formation that could travel through and enter the Immortal Realm.

This is a mutually beneficial thing.

As for this time spent looking for the performance stage, it was just to ensure that the Sword Cultivation Conference would be held.

At the same time, it was also to prove that Han Muye had the inheritance of the ancient divine court in his hands.

Now that Han Muye has proved himself, it is necessary for the Endless Heavenly Venerate to come up with the power to repair and inspire the Great Array of Ten Thousand Realms.

"Senior, don't worry, as long as the Great Array of Ten Thousand Realms is stimulated, I can use the power of the Great Array of Ten Thousand Realms to reverse the formation, mobilize the formation, and open the way to the Immortal Realm."

Han Muye's expression was calm and he spoke softly.

Jia Wu nodded, and his figure dissipated on the spot.

Han Muye sighed softly, turned into a sword light, and disappeared in a flash in the void.

Although he has penetrated the stage, it only shows that he has unparalleled potential and talent.

Compared with Endless Heavenly Venerate, it does not mean that he has an absolute chance of winning.

The power of the endless sea is unfathomable.

The news that the performance platform has reappeared in the world of practice has long been spread. In the past ten years, countless practitioners have been waiting for the news that the performance platform has been penetrated.

Those doubts about Han Muye had long since died down.

In fact, from ten years ago, everything that happened on the performance stage has been quickly passed on and spread throughout the practice world.

After all, by controlling Wuyang Pavilion, Han Muye can control the public opinion he needs.

All the sword cultivators in the world are waiting, waiting for the moment when the stage is pierced.

After that, the progress on the stage can almost be broadcast live.

Every few days, how the elders of the various sects on the performance stage are progressing, and which masters are making rapid progress, all become the talk of the world's cultivation world.

The ranking based on the progress on the stage also changes in real time.

Between the major sects, because of the ranking on the performance stage, there are various means of confrontation between light and dark.

Just from three years ago, all the rankings are solidified.

Because from three years ago, even the battle between Tianxuan Han Xiang and the Endless Sea Endless Tianzun has stopped.

The final stage of the performance stage, Tianxuan Han Muye has entered the final stage!

Almost everyone in the cultivation world was waiting for Han Muye to break through the final stage of the stage.

This wait is three years.

"Senior brother. You are amazing. You broke through the last level." In the wing of the Yaogu Courtyard, Mu Wan, with a flushed face, hung her fair arms around Han Muye's neck, panting and opening her mouth.

With a smile on his face, Han Muye said in a low voice, "How about we wear it again?"

...

The news that the performance platform was penetrated came back a few days later than when Han Muye returned to Yaogu.

Flying away in the void, there are probably not many people who can surpass him.

He can also spend a few days in the Yaogu courtyard.

When the performance platform was pierced, the powerhouses from all sides gathered, and the news of rushing to the performance platform came, and the cultivation world was full of jubilation.

Where is the stage?

How to get to the stage?

What kind of talent is qualified to be on the stage?

Countless people are gearing up to ask around.

Legends about the performance platform have been flying all over the sky, and countless practitioners who have fallen into a bottleneck regard it as a holy place for breakthroughs.

Many people have the idea of ​​going to the stage once they go bankrupt.

This idea quickly converged into an obsession.

"Mr. Han, it's better to block it, or open the performance stage ahead of time." Xu Wei, who returned by flying boat, met Han Muye, and the first sentence was to ask Han Muye to open the performance stage.

He may be one of the few practitioners in this world who is not interested in the performance stage.

He has incomparable confidence in his own cultivation perception. In the past ten years, Xu Wei has not been on the stage once.

In this way, he can see more clearly than outsiders.

So at this time he made a suggestion.

"Hehe, when the Divine Court didn't collapse, the performance platform was open every hundred years. Every time it opened, it was a major event in the world of practice."

Duan Chengzi spoke softly with a trace of nostalgia on his face.

"However, those who had the opportunity to perform on the stage back then were at least in the realm of Taoist ancestors."

Daozu?

How many Taoist ancestors are there in the world of practice today?

At this time, on the stage, most of them were experts in the realm of saints, and Daozu Tianzun was just a little bit.

"In those days, the younger generation of the great powers of the court, the younger generation of the officials of the court, what conditions did they need to get on the stage?"

Han Muye turned to look at Gao Xiaoxuan.

Gao Xiaoxuan, who was Wenqu, who was in charge of the court of the gods back then, had a clear understanding of these things.

"Ten top-quality spirit stones." Gao Xiaoxuan said.

so cheap?

Han Muye murmured in his heart.

But think about it, since they are all their own, it is impossible to set the price too high.

"Is this price too expensive?" Xu Wei asked in a low voice, frowning.

Ten top-quality spirit stones may be nothing in the ancient times.

But nowadays, there are only a handful of people in the entire cultivation world who can come up with so many top-quality spirit stones.

"Then reduce the price tenfold."

"But there must be rules."

Han Muye looked at the people in the hall with a deep divine light in his eyes.

The elders of the Wuyang Pavilion looked up at him with joy on their faces.

Han Muye's way of making money is basically left to Wuyangge to take care of him.

For people like Wuyangge, how much they earn is secondary.

The most important thing is the joy of making money, and getting Han Muye's letter.

"The 3,000-seat performance stage is open, and everyone in the cultivation world can take the stage."

"Every time you step on the stage, you need a top-quality spirit stone, or an equivalent treasure."

"Below the Heavenly Realm, there is only one chance to take the stage."

"Above the heaven, there are three chances."

"Half-Saint and above, the opportunities are not limited, but it takes ten years before you can go to the performance stage again."

Han Muye explained the conditions for opening the stage one by one.

The people below hurriedly recorded, and the elders of Wuyang Pavilion did not dare to miss a word.

After Han Muye finished speaking, he looked at Duan Chengzi.

"Senior, has the teleportation formation leading to Shen Muyuan been sorted out?"