Chapter 90

This half of the Sword Technique is recorded quite simply: refine a sword at least at the Spirit Tool level, and then completely rely on this sword, using your blood, qi, spirit, and even spiritual energy to nourish this single sword.

This is considered true unity between man and sword.

The benefit is that it can quickly enhance cultivation and combat power.

The downside is, as long as the sword exists, so does the person; if the sword is destroyed, the person dies.

With only half of the sword technique, the latter part about how to control the Spirit Tool sword does not exist.

Such a sword technique is difficult to deduce further.

Unless, the other half of the sword technique is retrieved.

This matter is probably no easier than deducing the sword technique.

Putting the sword technique back, Han Muye took a deep breath and stood up.

The elder of the Sword Pavilion mentioned in the jade slip that once he falls, the Sword Pavilion will be shaken, and he must quickly go to the place where the Nine Profound Sword is suppressed.

By communicating with the Nine Profound Sword through the sword technique and using the power of the Sword Pavilion's array to protect himself, he can borrow the power of the Nine Profound Sword within a hundred feet inside and outside the Sword Pavilion.

Only in this way can he ensure his own safety.

Even the Nine Profound Mountain is not a good place.

To be one of the nine major sects in the Western Border, how could it be a good place?

Turning to look at the three sword tools on the wooden rack, a glint of light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.

There is no Mystic Yang Sword in the world.

This is what the elder of the Sword Pavilion said.

What it means, Han Muye hasn't figured out yet.

The sword tool Broken Beam is the reason for the Tai Ling Sword Sect's encirclement and attack on the Fire Vein Elder Su Yuan.

Han Muye wanted to send this sword to exchange for the return of the Sword Pavilion elder.

But this is impossible.

No one would agree.

The elder of the Sword Pavilion gave instructions about the somewhat strange sword tool.

If he doesn't return, send this sword tool back to the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

The demonic blood, qi, spirit, and soul in this sword can soothe the great demon suppressed by the Nine Profound Sword.

Only when Han Muye's spirit and soul condense into a sword will he have the qualifications to not be harmed by the great demon.

Looking at the three sword tools, Han Muye reached out to touch the hilt of the sheathed long sword.

Why did the elder of the Sword Pavilion say there is no Mystic Yang Sword in the world?

"Important area of the Sword Pavilion, only disciples who have received a sword may enter."

At the entrance to the Sword Pavilion downstairs, Lu Gao's voice sounded.

Someone has come?

Han Muye retracted his hand, straightened his clothes, and walked down to the third floor.

"This senior, we have come to receive a sword."

At the entrance to the Sword Pavilion, a voice sounded, somewhat hoarse, and to Han Muye, it seemed familiar.

"Outer sect clothing, I haven't seen you before." Lu Gao's voice rose, shouting, "Don't be an impostor from another sect?"

Another sect?

Impostor?

Han Muye was stunned, then his face suddenly changed.

Qin Yuanhe!

That hoarse voice is Qin Yuanhe!

Qin Yuanhe of the Tai Ling Sword Sect!

"Such keen eyes, then let's dig them out." A cold voice sounded at the entrance to the Sword Pavilion.

"Brother Lu, be careful!"

Han Muye dashed downstairs in one step.

By the time he rushed to the first floor and stepped out of the Sword Pavilion, the scene before him made his sword qi instantly chaotic.

At the stone steps in front of the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao's face was covered in blood, his eyes only empty sockets, his hands tightly gripping the door frame.

In front of the stone steps, two people in blue robes stood side by side, one of them with blood on his fingertips.

"Brother Han, quickly, quickly go, I will guard the door." Lu Gao gritted his teeth and roared, his arms flailing.

Blood was flowing nonstop from his eye sockets!

Han Muye felt his blood about to explode, he reached out to support Lu Gao's arm, gripping it tightly: "Brother Lu, I'm here."

Lu Gao bared his teeth, trying to break free from his hand: "Brother Han, I will guard."

Han Muye turned his head, gritting his teeth, and looked at the two people below the stone steps.

"Qin Yuanhe, you are courting death."

His body was intertwined with sword qi and sword intent.

Behind him, the golden light flashing on the Sword Pavilion began to vibrate.

"Do you know him?"

"Junior Qin, you have quite a few acquaintances in the Nine Profound Sword Sect, isn't Zhou Yan the one killed by Senior Ge?"

"Should you take care of this one personally?"

The blue-robed man with blood on his fingers looked up at Han Muye, sneering.

Beside him, Qin Yuanhe, dressed in the outer sect disciple's robe of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, with a long cloth bag on his back, his face changed, staring at Han Muye and whispering, "It's you?"

"Boom—"

At the peak of the Nine Profound Mountain, a rumbling sound echoed.

Then a series of light halos rose.

The dense golden halos outside the Sword Pavilion vibrated, seeming to become thinner.

"Don't dawdle, the dead soldiers are already attacking the spiritual land, we don't have much time left." The blue-robed man beside Qin Yuanhe shouted.

Hearing his words, Qin Yuanhe moved, turning to run!

Not rushing into the Sword Pavilion, but turning to flee!

The blue-robed man's face changed, just about to scold, when he saw Han Muye at the entrance to the Sword Pavilion raise his hand.

"Swish—"

A sword light flew out, transforming into a fierce crescent moon!

A flying sword.

A Spirit Tool.

Sword intent.

How could there be such a person in the Sword Pavilion?

Didn't Senior Ge say all obstacles were removed?

How could there be a strong person in the Sword Pavilion who has condensed sword intent and can control a Spirit Tool flying sword?

This was his last thought.

The sword light sliced across his neck, causing a spray of hot blood.

Anyone who dared to harm Lu Gao, Han Muye would kill.

Qin Yuanhe, who had run ten feet away, stopped.

A foot-long small sword hung motionless in front of him.

"Really didn't expect you to be in the Sword Pavilion."

"Truly, man's plans are inferior to heaven's will..."

Qin Yuanhe reached out, grasped the cloth bag on his back, and slowly drew it out.

It was a pale white long sword.

Bone handle, bone blade.

Qin Yuanhe's figure disappeared from where he stood.

A pale white sword light appeared on Han Muye's left side.

"Swish—"

The crescent moon small sword blocked the pale white blade, then trembled and rapidly retreated.

Qin Yuanhe, holding the bone sword, appeared at the bottom of the nine stone steps, his sword pointing forward.

"Really impressive, you can even calculate the landing point of my killing move."

"Otherwise, you would have already died under my Fox Bone Sword."

Qin Yuanhe looked at Han Muye, his gaze fixed on the crescent moon.

"Is this the sword technique of the Moonlight Sword Sect? Who are you?"

Han Muye did not answer his question but looked at the sword tool in Qin Yuanhe's hand.

"Middle-grade Spirit Tool?"

A sword that could repel his Spirit Tool small sword and disperse his sword intent must be at least a middle-grade Spirit Tool.

"Spirit Tool? You can say that." Qin Yuanhe chuckled, his figure moving again.

His figure vanished like a breeze, reappearing a step away from Han Muye.

A mournful aura emanated from the bone sword, almost instantly freezing Han Muye's spirit and soul, making his entire body almost completely stiff.

This was the soul suppression from a powerful Spirit Tool!

The pale white sword light stabbed toward Han Muye's chest.

This sword tool was extremely powerful!

Seeing the approaching long sword, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing Han Muye about to be killed, a look of joy appeared on Qin Yuanhe's face, and his bone sword moved even faster.

The last time, Han Muye's control of three sword intents made him shudder, and he didn't dare to retrieve his sword even when it was taken.

This time, it's different!

The sword tip advanced, already three inches from Han Muye's chest.

At this moment, Han Muye's eyes suddenly opened, and he muttered.

"Clear Kill?"

Before Qin Yuanhe could understand what it meant, he felt a pain under his left rib, a sword intent exploded in his chest and abdomen, shattering his qi sea and dantian, and his sword-holding arm instantly lost its strength.

His spiritual energy suddenly dissipated, his body softened, and he fell to the stone steps.

Han Muye's left hand, the tip of the short sword, dripped with blood.

Left hand.

Reverse crescent moon.

In the distance, figures were rushing over.

The golden light on the Sword Pavilion flashed.