Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Brother Lu, don't worry, it's alright."

Han Muye stretched out his hand and supported Lu Gao's arm, which was tightly grasping the door frame, and spoke softly.

"Keep it?" Lu Gao opened his mouth, blood still flowing on his face.

"Keep it." Han Muye nodded.

Lu Gao's body softened, and he fainted directly.

Han Muye wrapped his arms around his body and turned to look at the swordsmen standing in front of the stone steps.

"He was injured for Shoujiange. I hope that Zongmen can do all he can to treat him."

Hearing his words, an old man in green robe standing under the stone steps nodded and waved his hand: "Send him to Pill Hall for good treatment."

The two inner sect disciples stepped forward, caught Lu Gao, and sent them to Dantang.

Han Muye looked at it with a complicated expression, and a look of remorse flashed across his face.

If he had been at the gate of Jiange just now, he would not have let Lu Gao lose his eyes.

"My generation of practitioners should have seen through life and death long ago, and there is no need to hurt spring and autumn."

"The sect suffered this catastrophe, and all the disciples in the sect should strive to be the first to contribute to the rise of the sect."

The old man in green robe glanced at Han Muye, then turned his head to look at his side.

Several inner disciples who inspected Qin Yuanhe and another person stepped forward and whispered a few words.

The eyes of the old man flickered, and he waved his hands. The two disciples carried away Qin Yuanhe, who was still alive. Then someone wrapped the dead man in black cloth, carried it and left.

"Junior Han, these two are masters of the Tailingjian faction." The old man in green robe looked at Han Muye and said softly, "You did it?"

situation.

One death and one injury.

The wounds of the two were crisp and sharp.

Such an injury, even in a situation, the old man dare not say that he can do it.

Han Muye didn't speak, he stretched out his hand and took out a small bronze sword, and gently inserted the sword into his hair bun.

The old man in green robe was stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed for a moment, then he looked up at the golden sword pavilion, and nodded.

The official disciple of Jiange, borrowing the power of Jiange's formation.

Within a hundred feet of the sword pavilion, it is the formation of pills, which can also be resisted.

It seems that Elder Jiange Gao has arranged everything before leaving.

"Old man Bao Xu, one of the deacon elders in charge of defense on Jiuxuan Mountain."

"In the future, if there is anything going on here in Jiange, the nephew, you can directly mobilize the disciples of the guarding hall."

The old man cupped his hand to Han Muye, raised his hand and put the bone sword that fell from the ground into his palm.

He looked at it carefully, frowning.

"This sword is made in a strange way. There is no special power in the sword. It seems that it is only better than hard."

With that said, he took the long sword and handed it to Han Muye: "Senior nephew Han can put this sword into the sword pavilion first, and after the sword has been identified, give him a reward for defending against the enemy."

Han Muye defeated the Tailing Sword faction outside the sword pavilion and obtained a long sword. This sword was considered his capture, and the sword pavilion was collected in exchange for the corresponding merit reward.

Merit is rewarded.

This is the swordsman rule.

Han Muye took the bone sword in both hands, nodded and said, "Elder Brother Lu's injury, please pay more attention to Elder Bao."

Bao Xu nodded, glanced at the sword pavilion behind Han Muye, turned and led the disciples away.

On the sky, the golden light curtain of the mountain protection formation slowly disappeared.

The sword light at the top of Jiuxuan Mountain has long disappeared.

Holding the long sword of white bone, Han Muye's eyes fell on it.

The bluish-white-gray sword body is covered with faint lines.

This is not the spirit pattern of seal carving, but the demon pattern that comes with the bone sword.

This is a sword made from a piece of monster bone.

Among the swords in the sword pavilion, there are also many non-gold and non-iron swords, and some of them are made of bamboo and wood.

This bone sword also has several handles.

As Bao Xu said, there is nothing special about the long sword in hand.

However, this sword just slashed back Han Muye's imperial envoy's flying sword with a single strike, dispelling his sword intent.

This sword definitely has its uniqueness.

The palm of the hand moved slightly, holding the hilt of the sword.

One after another faint sword energy entered the body.

The sword qi is not strong, and it is not a long sword of the spiritual level at all.

In the mind, the picture emerges.

An old man in a white robe continued to grind a piece of white bone, and there was still a word in his mouth. ,

Made of long swords, some people put swords in deep caves.

Qin Yuanhe got the long sword, that is, carefully wrapped it, and there was no picture of wielding the sword to practice.

From the sword-making method to the handing over of the long sword to Qin Yuanhe, the pictures are all ordinary.

Could it be that, as Bao Xu said, there is really no other difference in this sword except for its hardness?

Holding the white bone long sword, Han Muye turned his head and walked into the sword pavilion.

As he walked towards the wooden frame where the swords were placed, he poured sword energy into the sword body in the palm of his hand.

one.

ten.

hundred ways.

Thousands.

Wan Dao.

A strange look appeared on Han Muye's face.

Thousands of sword qi entered the sword body, and there was no change in it.

This sword is not unusual.

The name of the sword is fox bone.

Could it be made by the demon bones of a certain fox clan monster?

Fox clan?

The demon sword on the third floor had killed a white fox.

Han Muye was shocked and stood where he was.

Luo Tian's sword had killed a white fox.

His eyes fell hard on the long sword of bone in his hand.

Which sect was Jiange elder transferred from Jiange?

Why was the Cao family attacked?

The dead man attacked the spiritual ground, which was an act of mortal death.

Why did Qin Yuanhe and his colleagues come to Jiange?

When Qin Yuanhe got this sword, why didn't he refine it or practice?

Han Muye wanted to withdraw the sword energy that had been poured into the blade, but found that it was empty.

Sword Qi, disappeared!

Han Muye held the hilt of the sword in his hand and felt a chill all over his body.

All of this is a calculation!

The Tailing Sword Sect has set up this game at the expense of one Supreme Being, several powerful people in the realm, and countless low-level disciples!

The Three Qin Sword Sect is the game.

Qin Yuanhe is the game.

At the end of this game is the sword pavilion.

The big demon suppressed under the sword pavilion!

The Tailing Sword Sect wanted to draw the bottom line, release the big demon, and destroy the Nine Profound Sword Sect in one fell swoop!

"Xiao Langjun, what are you thinking?"

A warm and soft voice sounded behind Han Muye.

Han Muye slowly turned around and looked at the female cultivator in white leaning on a wooden stand.

He knew this nun.

On the first night he came to Jiange, they almost doubled up.

The green silk is like a waterfall, and the apricot eyes contain spring.

"Lang Jun, why are you looking at the slave family like this, the lonely man in the sword pavilion, could it be, you..." The female cultivator chuckled and dispersed.

When he appeared again, he was already behind Han Muye, leaning close to his ear and blowing a sigh of relief.

The breath is warm.

But it made Han Muye's whole body icy cold.

How this female cultivator disappeared in front of him, he couldn't feel it at all.

Even if there is sword intent in the air, he doesn't know where to provoke it.

Heavenly Demon!

The big demon who was suppressed under the sword pavilion!

This is not something he can handle!

With a move, Han Muye rushed out of the sword pavilion.

Only the footsteps moved, and the whole body suddenly froze.

His body didn't move at all.

It was repression from mind to body.

The power of heaven?

A small fair hand pressed on Han Muye's shoulder.

"Xiao Langjun, you have provoked others, do you want to leave?"

The female cultivator raised her hand, passed through Han Muye's armpit, and held the white-bone sword in his hand.

"If it wasn't for you, Lang Jun, how could I get back the tailbone that I cut off back then..."

The female cultivator's figure appeared in front of Han Muye, and the long sword of bone in her hand slowly softened, turning into a snow-white fox tail.

Holding the fox tail in her hand, there was a flash of nostalgia on the nun's face, and a trace of madness and hatred appeared in her eyes.

"Hehe, the nine tails are wrong for the country, and the beauty is in trouble."

"I cut off my tail and cut my veins for you, and turned me off as a human being, but you used the Nine Profound Sword to keep me forever."

"Okay, then I'll still be a demon..."

"You want peace in this world, but I won't give it to you."

In the female nun'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.

In her eyes, blue light flashed, she took a step forward, and her face was close to Han Muye's face, only a few inches apart, her eyes were facing each other.

"Xiao Langjun, am I beautiful?"