Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Fight with Xianjun!

No one expected that the people in Yunlongxuan would directly attack Xianjun in person.

"boom--"

The white tiger jumped down, accompanied by Wan Dao Jianguang.

Cao Qiujian's expression was extremely ugly.

He is a majestic fairy, and he was challenged by a junior on the third floor of Wanhua City.

This is a disgrace and will be reduced to a laughing stock!

"die--"

Cao Qiujian shouted violently, and flew up, a long golden banner flickered in his hand, and a series of golden blood spears pierced directly from the long banner.

"Boom—"

The spear collided with the white tiger, causing the void to explode.

The spear crushed the white tiger's body, and the yellow fat tiger retreated uncontrollably.

The twenty thousand swords below vibrated.

Those spears chased towards Huang Zhihu.

The bloody light on the spear seemed to smash Huang Zhihu's body into pieces.

"Guardian--"

Below, someone shouted on the sword array.

With a long sword in his hand, Baishi let out a long howl, triggering a large formation of power to change.

"Om—"

Countless sword lights converged into a phantom of a basalt dragon tortoise, protecting Huang Zhihu in it.

The bloody spear collided with Xuanwu phantom, shattering inch by inch.

The strongest defense is Xuanwu.

Cao Jianqiu snorted coldly, and with the long banner in his hand, the golden light gathered into a spear again.

But before he could make a move, a pair of arc-shaped swords immediately behind the white tiger slashed down.

The big sword seemed to tear a piece of cloth, with a piercing scream.

The sword light slashed down, and the strong wind brought up made everyone pale.

This wind can hurt the soul!

"Om—"

A series of golden light curtains rose above Wanhua City.

This is because Xiang Lingshuang's swordsmanship power is too strong, triggering the power of Wanhua City to resist automatically.

Cao Jianqiu did not expect that this pair of swords could be so strong.

He knew what kind of power was needed to activate the formation in Wanhua City.

It will only be attracted at the level of Xianjun.

This sword can kill Xianjun!

Not daring to be negligent, the long banner in front of him drew the spear to block the two swords.

"when--"

The spear shattered.

The two swords didn't stop at all, and continued to cut down.

Cao Jianqiu's expression changed, and the long flag in his hand turned into a big golden bell, standing in front of him.

"when--"

The long sword cut on the golden bell, causing ripples and shining golden light.

Cao Jianqiu, who was hiding in the golden bell, was pale and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

The strength of the opponent is too strong!

Moreover, when the pair of swords were cut out, my own fairy treasure felt overwhelmed.

Who is it that can have such combat power?

This kind of power is simply the ancient demon god.

"Get together!"

When Xiang Lingshuang retracted the long sword, the basalt on Huang Zhihu's head dissipated and turned into a blue dragon, and then the dragon circled, and with her long shout, it condensed into a blue giant sword.

The giant sword cut down.

The power of this sword is not weaker than that of Xiang Lingshuang.

The sword light was activated, and the power of the surrounding heaven and earth was pushed away.

Sword repair and sword formation have always been the most effective means of killing.

"Boom—"

The giant sword slashed on the golden bell, and the golden bell was shattered inch by inch, with countless cracks appearing on it.

An extremely powerful fairy treasure, under two swords, it feels like it's collapsing!

From Huang Zhihu and Xiang Lingshuang's actions to the time when the fairy treasure was about to collapse, it took only ten breaths of time.

The change of the ten breaths stunned the surrounding cultivators.

Shouldn't the immortal king be the one who sweeps away everything?

In the practice of the world, besides the lofty immortal, isn't it the immortal king?

But at this time, a great power of an immortal monarch was clearly suppressed, and even the immortal treasure might be crushed!

This world is really crazy!

"Om—"

Huang Zhihu's cyan long sword, which gathered the strength of the battle formation, scattered away.

The second long sword gathers again.

If you can help the commander in the battle with the immortal, it doesn't matter if you die!

Those sword cultivators had an uncontrollable fighting spirit.

The reunited long sword is even more brilliant and magnificent.

Before the sword solidified, the two swords in Xiang Lingshuang's hands had already been chopped off.

With this sword cut, Cao Jianqiu's fairy treasure will undoubtedly be shattered!

"There is no death duel in Wanhua City—" Cao Jianqiu suddenly shouted.

No deathmatch?

You wanted to kill someone just now.

All the immortal cultivators around who were watching showed smiles on their faces.

"boom--"

In the void, a blast of lightning struck Xiang Lingshuang's swords.

"Death fighting is not allowed in Wanhua City."

A majestic voice sounded.

In mid-air, a Taoist in a green robe and a lotus jade crown shouted coldly.

Xiang Lingshuang raised his swords, blood was surging in his body.

Behind him, a phantom image of a thousand-foot town god emerged.

The power of the god elephant combined with the power of the war puppet of heaven and earth, and the power of heaven and earth aroused around him turned into a halo of light.

The green-robed Taoist had a serious expression on his face.

Taking advantage of the Taoist's appearance, the fairy treasure halo in front of Cao Jianqiu flickered and turned into a long banner again.

It's just that there are many cracks on the long banner.

He bowed his hands to the Taoist in green robe, turned around and left.

I lost all my face today, and it's useless to keep it any longer.

"You wait, I will kill you all in Zhenyang Tower." Leng snorting, leaving a harsh word, Cao Jianqiu's figure flashed, and he was already flying away in the void.

Xiang Lingshuang raised the long sword in his hand, and the green-robed Taoist not far in front of him waved his hand, and the golden light turned into a light curtain, blocking him.

"You want to block me?" Xiang Lingshuang's voice was like thunder, and he looked up to the sky and shouted.

In front of Xianjun, he dared to shout loudly for a long time!

Huang Zhihu's long sword gathered above his head, but he did not shoot.

"This is the rule of Wanhua City." The green-robed Taoist looked at Xiang Lingshuang and shouted coldly.

rule?

Why didn't the Xianjun of Zhenyang Tower make a move before saying the rules?

Those immortal masters who came to Yunlongxuan before, why didn't they talk about the rules?

Rules are meant to restrain those who obey them.

"rule?"

Xiang Lingshuang gritted his teeth, and the tyrannical aura began to vibrate on his body.

His strength is not enough to fully control the power in the war puppet.

"Rules?" At this moment, outside Yunlongxuan, Mu Wan who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke out.

Looking up at her surroundings, she had a calm expression on her face.

"My senior brother has run amok in all realms, and no one has ever dared to set the rules in front of him."

"Now you come to talk to us about the rules before senior brother returns?"

Raising her hand, a blue light flashed in her palm.

It was a pill furnace.

Huayuan tripod.

This kind of treasure, in Mu Wan's hands, burst out with a completely different light from before.

In the verdant halo, there seems to be a phantom shadow of a giant tree, with blue divine light flashing between the branches and leaves.

"Zhihu, hold this treasure, go up to the fourth floor, and destroy this Zhenyang Building."

"I remember that there are no rules on the fourth floor, and all parties can fight to the death."

Mu Wan pushed the Dan Ding forward and it fell into Huang Zhihu's hand.

Huang Zhihu was holding the cauldron in his hand, with a strange expression on his face.

She could sense a surge of power from this alchemy cauldron that could directly smash a world into pieces.

What kind of power is this?

"Aren't you going soon?" Mu Wan snorted.

"Okay." Huang Zhihu nodded, looking around him, "Baishi, protect this place well."

"Promise!" Twenty thousand sword cultivators shouted loudly.

The leader of the family wants to go up to the fourth floor to destroy Zhenyang Tower!

That is a powerful force with four immortal monarchs, and it is the top force in the entire Wanhua City!

The leader of his own family dared to go to the fourth floor to fight against such a general trend!

How happy it is.

The fighting spirit soared to the sky one after another, wishing to walk with Huang Zhihu.

Huang Zhihu held the cauldron in both hands, and flew away.

The face of the green-robed Taoist changed, and just as he was about to make a move, Xiang Lingshuang pointed forward with both swords and fixed his figure in place.

Until Huang Zhihu flew away, Mu Wan below said loudly: "Xiang Lingshuang, you go and help Zhihu."

Xiang Lingshuang hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his figure became Zhang Gao again, holding two swords, he flew out of the void.

The green-robed Taoist looked dignified, his eyes fell on Mu Wan, and then he looked into the distance, and finally he didn't say anything, and his figure slowly faded away.

The third floor can talk about rules, the fourth floor, no!

"boom--"

In the void, Lin Shen and the others who had been fighting also withdrew and headed towards the fourth floor.

Those besieging three-layer powerhouses looked at each other with a look of bewilderment on their faces.

They have seen everything just now.

A strong immortal king was almost destroyed in Yunlongxuan's immortal treasure.

Now, the strong players in Yunlongxuan are going to the fourth floor, directly challenging Zhenyang Tower.

People like myself were looking for death before!

"Wanhua City, I'm afraid the sky is about to change..." A middle-aged man in a blue half-length armor changed his expression and whispered softly.

"Jianxiu, are they really related to the Chiyan Sword Sect?" Someone whispered with a pale face.

Outside Yunlongxuan, in the entire Guanyuan Street, countless immortal cultivators looked at the sky, and then quietly turned their heads to look in the direction of Yunlongxuan.

Who dared to imagine that this Yunlong Pavilion not only survived the siege of all parties, but also directly raised the army to the sky, and went to the fourth floor to compete with the Zhenyang Tower.

Hu Yunlong and the others looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces.

If I knew that Mu Wan and the others had such strength, then I need to worry about it myself?

In the void, on a flying boat, Zhao Chen and Yang Dingtian stood side by side.

"Sect Master Yang Dingtian, don't worry, as my eldest brother is a person, after he returns, he will definitely repay him a hundredfold for today's helping hand." Zhao Chen bowed his hands to Yang Dingtian.

In any case, if Yang Dingtian can come in person, this kindness must be repaid.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan is really extraordinary." Yang Dingtian shook his head lightly.

He thought that Han Muye was just tyrannical in his own cultivation, with monstrous fighting power.

At this moment, Han Muye has quite a few strong men under his command.

"Mie Zhenyang Tower, your sister-in-law is truly extraordinary." Yang Dingtian glanced at the Yunlong Pavilion in the distance, and then guided the flying boat to the fourth floor.

"If we can destroy Zhenyang Tower, I don't mind joining hands."

Team up to destroy Zhenyang Tower!

If Yang Dingtian and the Chiyan Sword Sect behind him want to gain a foothold here, they will naturally have to compete with the big forces.

Zhenyang Tower is a big force.

If the Zhenyang Tower can be destroyed, the Chiyan Sword Sect will have enough territory and enough resources.

Still have enough power and influence.

"boom--"

The torrent-like voice of the Son of the Void spread through.

Huang Zhihu broke through the sky and the earth with his sword, and charged into the fourth floor.

Behind her, Xiang Lingshuang, holding two swords, rushed in after her.

As for Lin Shen and the others, they were not far behind.

As soon as he entered the fourth floor, Huang Zhihu glanced at the stretching city gate.

The power of heaven and earth here is stronger, and the city gate is even taller.

The surging fairy light seemed to cover the entire world.

Practicing here, one day can be worth one or two layers of ten days.

The fourth floor is the essence of Wanhua City!

The fourth floor couldn't help killing, and when she arrived, she had already attracted the attention of many strong people.

One after another figures flew towards them.

These people have dignified strength.

The strong are all strong!

"I'm only here to find Zhenyang Tower!" Huang Zhihu shouted loudly, his body surrounded by sword light, and flew forward.

"Om—"

A sword light flew down in front of her.

The probe grabbed it, and a smile appeared on her face.

This is the guidance Yang Dingtian gave her.

With this guide, you can find Zhenyang Tower.

And Yang Dingtian's guidance here shows that Yang Dingtian has come and is still willing to cooperate with them.

Huang Zhihu's words caused divine thoughts to intersect in the surrounding void.

Is this the trouble to find Zhenyang Tower?

Zhenyang Building, that is one of the most powerful forces on the entire fourth floor.

Some people are puzzled, some are eager to try, and some are curious.

Numerous spiritual thoughts and streamers followed Huang Zhihu and headed towards Zhenyang Tower.

At this time, in the entire fourth floor, many big forces have already known about the turmoil and the reason for it.

"Is that the sword cultivator force that caused Yuanshe Xianjun to fall last time?" On a high platform, an old man in a black robe spoke in a low voice with a smile on his face.

On him, there is an illusory aura that only a strong immortal king can have.

"That's right, the last time an elder fell from the Zhenyang Tower, it was related to these sword cultivators."

"Some people speculate that these sword cultivators may have something to do with Yang Dingtian of the Scarlet Flame Sword Sect."

An old man in green robe said in a low voice.

"Hehe, no matter which side it is, it's not just what I want to trouble Zhenyang Tower?" The old man in black robe laughed, and there was a sense of coldness in his eyes.

"Let the strong in the gang gather, and all the golden immortals are on standby."

"As long as Zhenyang Tower is really attacked, we will go for a stroll."

...

The fourth floor of Wanhua City is also where the disciples of Chen Yuan Xianzun live.

At this time, in a golden hall, more than a dozen immortal cultivators of different shapes and complexions sat facing each other.

In the upper position, an old man wearing a cyan Taoist robe with shining immortal patterns on the robe cast his gaze.

"Junior Brothers, what do you think of Yunlongxuan going up to the fourth floor to compete with Zhenyang Tower?"

The old man's name is Zhu Huan Xianjun, and as the third disciple of Xianzun, his cultivation base is already at the peak of Xianjun.

In Wanhua City, Immortal Zhu Huan was in charge of the operation of the entire city when Chen Yuan was in retreat.

"Senior brother, the person in Yunlongxuan ignored the rules of my Wanhua City and went up to the fourth floor. He should be killed." An old man in black robes sitting under Immortal Zhu Huan snorted coldly.

He is Gao Duanyue, the eighth disciple of Chen Yuan Xianzun, who has a high level of cultivation, and many disciples under his sect are not bad.

Gao Duanyue's words made other people in the hall look sideways.

Some people nodded, some shook their heads.

"Senior brother Gao, you said that because Jin Wu and the others lost your face in front of Yunlongxuan, right?" said Gao Duanyue, who was also wearing a black robe and had a smile on his face.

He is the twelve disciples of Immortal Venerable, named Wu Zhen, in the realm of Immortal Monarch, and he does not deal with Gao Duanyue on weekdays.

"Wu Twelve, what do you mean?" Gao Duanyue snorted coldly, "What I care about is my face in Wanhua City!"

This made Wu Zhen sneer, but he didn't speak again.

Many others laughed lightly.

Whose face is it for, everyone knows in their hearts.

First up, Immortal Zhu Huan waved his hand, and the hall fell silent.

"The rules of my Wanhua City should be established, but we can't let people leave something to talk about."

Looking at Gao Duanyue, Immortal Zhu Huan said indifferently: "Just trouble Senior Brother Gao to go there."

After a pause, his eyes flickered brightly: "Everything is done according to the rules."

With joy on Gao Duanyue's face, he stood up, bowed his hands to Immortal Zhu Huan, turned and walked out of the hall.

Watching him walk out of the hall, Wu Zhen suddenly murmured: "Last time, the master of Yunlongxuan asked Chuan Ling, the disciple of the fifth senior brother, to hand over a copy of the origin of the ruins. It seems that it was in the hands of Senior Brother Gao?"

The origin of the market?

Everyone in the hall was taken aback.

This is the treasure that they all covet, and it is something that the master needs.

"Fifth senior brother can't retreat, and the affairs under the door will be taken care of by senior senior brother Gao." A white-haired old man wearing a golden light next to Wu Zhen looked up at Immortal Zhu Huan, "Third senior brother, the origin of the market is what the master wants."

Immortal Zhu Huan's face remained unchanged, looking out of the main hall with deep eyes.

"I know about it."

Know?

Wu Zhen and others looked at Zhu Huan.

A copy of the Origin of the Ruins, which was given to the Immortal Venerable by the master of Yunlongxuan.

Even if the Immortal Venerable didn't protect him himself, if his people were injured, it wouldn't be justified.

If the person who sent the original source to the immortal does not protect him, who else in Wanhua City will give the original source to the immortal in the future?

"Third senior brother, Master has been in seclusion for 300,000 years, you..." An old man with black beard narrowed his eyes and said softly.

The Immortal Venerable has not been born for 300,000 years, and the third senior brother who is in charge of Wanhua City has a different heart?

In the hall, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

"Hmph, how can I have two hearts towards Master?" Zhu Huan snorted coldly.

On his body, strong qi and blood surged.

"My Wanhua City made a move at a critical moment to gain the gratitude of the master of Yunlongxuan."

"If not, how can it appear that the origin is precious and the majesty of the immortal?"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

In the hall, everyone stood up, glanced at each other, turned and left.

It wasn't until everyone left that Immortal Zhu Huan sat up straight with a serious expression on his face.

"It's been three hundred thousand years, and you haven't returned yet."

"As you said, if you don't return after 100,000 years, you will hand over Wanhua City to me."

"Now, it has been three hundred thousand years, Immortal Venerable, it's time for me to become Immortal Venerable."

Spreading out his hands, in the palm of Immortal Zhu Huan, a cloud of cyan original power circled around.

It was the ball that Han Muye gave to Chuanling Jinxian to bring back.

—————

In the southeast of Wanhua City, there is a towering pavilion that goes straight up to the sky, which is Zhenyang Tower.

Zhenyang Tower originally had five immortals, four elders, and one landlord.

A few years ago, a fairy elder, Yuanshe Xianjun, fell outside, shaking the Zhenyang Building.

It is the entire fourth floor of Wanhua City, and everyone pays attention to this matter.

The immortal king fell, and there has been no one in the city for a thousand years.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

The mighty bell sounded from the top floor of Zhenyang Tower.

A streak of fairy light rises from it.

On the top of Zhenyang Tower, three old men in cyan robes stood there.

Immortal light and divine light intertwined on the body of the person in front, and his face was simple and majestic.

The other two are also full of immortal energy, and the energy and blood on their bodies seem to penetrate the world.

"Cao Jianqiu sent a message that the third-floor Xiaoxiu who is going to compete with my Zhenyang Tower has already traveled a hundred thousand miles away." The old man on the left sneered.

"Cao Jianqiu is only so promising, even the little ants on the third floor are powerless to suppress."

The middle-aged monk on the right snorted coldly.

Behind him is a long black sword with traces of blue light on it.

The blue-bearded old man standing in the middle closed his eyes slightly, but did not make a sound.

He is the owner of Zhenyang Tower, the immortal Du Yiran.

Outsiders call him "Zhenyang Xianjun."

The other two are First Elder Su He and Second Elder Chen Chi.

Su He's name is "Moon Sea Immortal".

In Zhenyang Tower, the three of them are the real core.

The fallen Immortal Lord Yuanshe and Cao Jianqiu, who is now defeated from the third floor, don't have much real power, and naturally they don't involve the secrets in Zhenyang Tower.

"Originally, I didn't want to make a fuss, but Wu Twelve sent a message that the Immortal Master Chen Yuan hadn't returned for 300,000 years, so let me test it out."

Du Yiran didn't care about how to deal with Huang Zhihu and the others, but talked about something else.

These words made the expressions of the other two people change.

"Senior Brother, you mean, let's see if the Immortal Venerable really hasn't returned?" Yuehai Xianjun whispered.

Du Yiran nodded, with a strange look in his eyes.

"I have been in Wanhua City for nearly tens of millions of years, and I have searched almost all over Tianyuan. The only place where the Haotian Golden Crow fell, the only existence is—"

His head froze, his eyes turned forward.

In the sky ahead, a ray of light flew towards him.

"Lord, please take action!" Cao Jianqiu shouted loudly.

Behind Cao Jianqiu, there was a golden light flashing.

It was the Huang Zhihu who was holding the Huayuan Ding in his hand, flying towards him.

"Hmph, majestic fairy, it's really embarrassing to be frightened to this point by a mere junior." Chen Chi shouted angrily, stepped out of Zhenyang Tower, and crossed thousands of miles, directly blocking Cao Jianqiu.

"Second Elder, be careful, the cauldron in her hand—"

Before Cao Jianqiu finished speaking, Chen Chi had already raised his hand, and a golden bead in his palm hit Huang Zhihu on the head.

The bead Hunyuan has countless holes on it, and when it rotates, there is a sound of wind roaring.

The beads flew out, and the surrounding world seemed to be directly imprisoned, and Gang Feng remained motionless.

"Certainly--"

Chen Chi drank in a low voice, the bead emitted golden streamers of light, covering Huang Zhihu's body.

"It's Chen Chi Xianjun's Dingfengzhu, it's a masterpiece among fairy treasures!" Someone in the distance whispered.

Above the fourth floor, especially those immortal monarchs like them, everyone knows who has any treasures in their hands.

The treasure of Chen Chi Xianjun, who can set time and do all kinds of spells, can suppress the power of heaven and earth, is first-class and powerful.

Even a fairy can be suppressed for a while in person.

Don't look at this moment, it is life and death!

"Can you stop it?" Someone looked at the Danding in Huang Zhihu's hand and asked in a low voice.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult, the gap in cultivation is too big." Someone shook his head.

"Om—"

Just when the golden light of Dingfengzhu fell in front of Huang Zhihu, the cauldron held in Huang Zhihu's hand suddenly vibrated.

A cyan aura leaked out from the cauldron, and the golden light of the Dingfengzhu was melted away with a single scroll.

After melting the golden light, the aura did not dissipate, and continued to roll up, wrapping the Wind Bead in it.

Xianjun Chen Chi's complexion changed, and he was just about to make a formula in his hand to trigger the change of the Dingfeng Orb, but his whole body trembled.

Cracks appeared on the wind-fixing bead that could fix the world!

The alchemy cauldron in Huang Zhihu's hand emitted a blue light, wrapped the Dingfeng Orb around it, and dragged it into the alchemy cauldron!

"The power of the source!"

Someone shouted in horror.

In this alchemy cauldron, there is clearly original power.

The original power can only be controlled by the immortal.

"Tongtianmu?" In the distance, an old man in a black robe showed surprise on his face, stepped back slowly, then turned and left.

"The news about Tongtian Immortal Venerable, which the temple has been looking for, has some clues."

...

"boom--"

The cyan breath rushed towards the sluggish Chen Chi Xianjun.

If it wasn't for a black illusory palm to block the aura, Chen Chi Xianjun would probably fall into the blue aura on the spot.

He turned his head to look at Du Yiran who was falling in the distance, and then looked at Cao Jianqiu who was beside him, his face turned red and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

Because the refined celestial treasure was broken, his mind was shocked, and his soul was greatly damaged.

"No wonder you dare to come to my Zhenyang Building. You really have some skills." Du Yiran's eyes fell on the Danding held in Huang Zhihu's hand, greed flashed in his eyes, and he whispered softly.

"boom--"

Behind Huang Zhihu, holding a long sword, Xiang Lingshuang, who turned into a thousand-foot-thousand-foot black-armored puppet, flew up, with sword light shining on his body.

The two swords staggered and slashed down.

"Heavenly War Puppet?"

"People from Xuanjia Sect?" In the distance, on the top of Zhenyang Tower, Immortal Zhenyang frowned.