Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

3. The Rules Of Leading Swords In Jiange (Seeking Collection And Reading)

dual cultivation?

Is it meat or vegetarian?

Pretty?

Han Muye opened his eyes, a little disappointed.

In front of him, there is only a three-foot long sword, lightly horizontal in front, Sword Ray is dim.

He sighed, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

sword?

With a shudder all over his body, he jumped up and got up again, without the slightest drowsiness.

“Lang Jun, do you want dual culture?”

The elegant and indifferent voice came again.

Han Muye huddled on the wooden couch and said in a low voice, “With a sword dual culture, am I not a slut?”

“You see me as a sword?” Qing Ya’s voice exclaimed.

“Black iron is the front, the body of the sword is two feet eight inches, the hilt is bronze cloud pattern, and there are three blood threads intertwined.”

“The sword weighs nine catties and fifty taels, and the blood groove of the sword’s edge is half an inch deep.”

“The body of the sword is forged with the method of the Thousand Refinements Condensation Hammer, and the quenching method is—”

Han Muye’s voice suddenly stopped.

A picture appeared in front of him.

The tempered long sword was clamped with iron pliers, and then slowly inserted into the heart of a green-clothed girl.

“The girl’s heart is tempered with blood, this method is not the right way to refine the sword…”

Han Muye muttered softly.

Comprehension of the art of blood refining.

The long sword shook lightly, and there was a trace of Sword Ray trembling on it, which seemed to be emotional fluctuations, and then the sword edge turned and stabbed towards Han Muye’s chest.

At this moment, an old coughing sound suddenly came from next door.

The long sword fell on the wooden couch with a clang.

“What are you tossing about at night? Sleep.” Huang Laoliu’s voice came.

Han Muye, who was in a cold sweat, stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the long sword in front of him.

“boom–”

In his mind, pictures appeared one after another.

In the hands of a young man in white clothes, Sword Ray is like a wandering dragon, and every Sword Ray has a burst of cold light.

Above the sword’s edge, there is blood blooming.

That’s one life being reaped.

“Yun’er, hand over Yun’er!”

The youth roared wildly, with the sword in his hand, almost to the point where only a phantom was left.

He killed from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and was finally blocked by an old man wearing a linen robe.

“Haha, the Eighth Outer Sect of the Nine Profound Sword Sect does have some means.”

A cold look flashed on the old man’s face, and a long-handled sword was in front of him.

“You’re looking for her, right?”

The old man raised his finger and pointed forward. There, there was a girl in green clothes with tears on her face, looking at the young man and shaking her head.

“Yun’er! Let go of me Little Sister—”

The youth roared and flew up.

It’s just that his figure was stopped by a dagger across the girl’s neck.

“Era, hand over the sword in your hand.”

“Otherwise, you can only get her body.” The masked man standing beside the girl said lightly.

“Big brother, hurry up—”

“You don’t mind me—”

The girl burst into tears.

“Don’t you just want this Xuanyang sword?” The young man named Ji Yuan swept his eyes from the old man in sackcloth, and then looked at the man in black in front of him and said, “Take it.”

He raised his hand and threw the long sword in his hand.

Just as he threw the long sword, the old man in linen flew out, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards him.

The youth without a long sword in his hand retreated steadily, and finally fell off the cliff.

Ji Yuan fell off the cliff, the green-clothed girl’s eyes revealed despair, the black-clothed masked man stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the long sword thrown by Ji Yuan, his eyes showing chills.

“This is not the Xuanyang Sword!”

“How is it possible, without the Xuanyang Sword, how could he kill Xue Linghu?” The expression of the old man in linen changed.

“Could it be that he really relies on the Kendo Talent Cultivation Base?”

The masked man in black snorted coldly, grabbed the girl in green and left.

The next picture repeats the picture of tempering the long sword with the blood of the girl’s heart.

But what was tempered was the long sword thrown by the era. The long sword that had killed the demon fox was re-melted and tempered with the blood of the girl’s heart.

This sword, with the deceit of the demon fox, and the resentment of the girl.

Therefore, this sword will suck blood.

The picture in front of Han Muye dissipated, and a breath penetrated into his body from the long sword.

Different from the thin breath in the long sword during the day, this time, the breath in the long sword is thick and long, flowing along the muscles and veins of his whole body, and finally returns to silence.

He could feel a slight change in his body, but he couldn’t tell.

“Xuanyuan swordsmanship, Yiye.”

Closing his eyes, the sword move wielded by Ji Yuan finally freezes, and then turns into a constant reciprocating sword move.

This move is called Yi Ye.

“Why is this sword in the sword pavilion?”

“Era, is it life or death?”

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Han Muye raised questions one after another.

When he walked out of the quiet room the next day, Huang Laoliu saw Han Muye and looked up and down, his face full of suspicion.

“Okay, why didn’t you get squeezed last night?”

In front of him, Han Muye was in high spirits, without a trace of exhaustion.

Han Muye smiled, cupped hands and said, “Thank you sixth brother for helping me.”

“That sword…”

“You will send the sword back later.” Huang Laoliu waved his hand, and while walking, he muttered, “It seems to be a tough one, maybe he can stay in the sword pavilion for a long time…”

In the morning, Huang Laoliu told Han Muye to guard the Jiange and go down the mountain to get some wine.

According to Huang Laoliu, if you don’t drink some alcohol, you will be noisy at night and won’t be able to sleep.

When Huang Laoliu left, Han Muye looked at the long swords on the wooden frame, his eyes lit up.

He walked over, reached out and grasped the hilt of a long sword, and drew it lightly.

Unlike yesterday, the long sword did not move at all, the long sword was pulled out with a sound of “Cang Clang”, and a cold light flashed on the sword’s edge.

There was a sense of intimacy on the sword.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, all from the breath that was poured into the body last night.

It seems that the breath is circulating in the body, and the long sword regards himself as a relative.

“The sword is three feet and one inch long, weighs 13 catties and eight taels, and the blade is four inches wide and two inches thick.”

“It is made by the method of thousands of trials and hardships, and it is quenched with the water of a thousand-year cold pool.”

Holding the long sword in his hand, Han Muye’s arm gently sticks out.

“call out–”

The sword’s edge shook, as if a cyan leaf was floating, nowhere to be found, and it was swirling.

Before this fallen leaf, the opponent had nowhere to focus and could not capture the traces of it.

Xuanyuan swordsmanship, one leaf.

This is the sword technique Han Muye learned from the long sword last night.

“Because of full-level comprehension, I not only understand this move, but also see through the mood of this move, so I can make this move more unpredictable than Ji Yuan’s hands?”

Han Muye could feel that even Ji Yuan couldn’t use his sword.

It’s a pity that I don’t have a Cultivation Base on my body, so I only have swordsmanship. If I really want to fight against others, I’m afraid I haven’t handed out the long sword, and they have already cut off my own long sword.

Martial arts in the world are all invincible, only fast can not be broken, without the blessing of Cultivation Base, speed and power cannot be displayed at all.

However, there is no hurry to practice this matter. You have already entered the Nine Profound Sword Sect. Are you afraid that you will not have the opportunity to practice?

Returning the sword to its sheath, Han Muye reached for the hilt of the other sword.

A long sword was drawn, and then he could see through all the secrets hidden in these long swords.

Unconsciously, a faint breath melted into his body.

He also comprehended several methods of forging swords.

These long swords are all unused, and there is no trace of the sword master’s practice.

Perhaps, those swords that some people have used, can they gain something?

Han Muye looked up and walked to the front of the wooden frame, where he had placed the sword in the room in front of him in the morning.

Around that sword, there should be long swords with traces of use.

“Disciple Jiang Han, come to Jiange to receive a long sword.”

Suddenly, a voice came from the door of the sword pavilion.

The disciple leads the sword?

This is one of the main businesses in Jiange.

According to Huang Laoliu, it is also the business with the most oil and water.

Han Muye turned around and walked to the front of the pavilion, stood with his head bowed, and said lightly, “Jiang pavilion rules, lead the sword to bathe and change clothes first, burn incense and meditate, and be vegetarian for ten days.”

“The essential sword—”

After a pause, he waved his hand and said, “Come in.”

The disciple in the green robe under the stone steps spread his hands, and in the palm of his hand were three crystal Spirit Stones.