MTL - Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion-Chapter 664 Die, or fall?

【Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years of Watching the Sword in Jiange】【】

"Under this mask, it is absolutely suppressed by the weight of a million jun, and everyone's strength is suppressed by ten thousand times!"

"It's really a strong person to have such means in such an arena."

At this moment, many light curtains are silent.

Regardless of whether it is the world of immortality or the world of gods, not everyone can match their combat power with their realm.

The high-ranking members of many forces have never fought against others for countless years, and they have a tyrannical cultivation base, and their combat power has long been unable to match the cultivation level.

Seeing Han Muye and the others fighting at this moment, their hearts were shaken by the instant decision.

This is also the reason why the summit will be launched.

The peak meeting is to let more strong fighters who are good at fighting stand out.

As for how many of them finally stepped into the God Realm and how many disappeared without a trace, this is beyond the knowledge of outsiders.

"boom-"

Han Mu Yeren was in the void, and he had already punched hard.

The strong wind released by this punch turned into a whistling tornado, and in the eyes of all the light curtains, it completely tore apart the space between heaven and earth.

With this blow, even Xianjun's body could be shredded!

"town!"

Holding a longbow and wearing a fiery red battle armor, the big man shouted.

The space of hundreds of feet in front of him seemed to freeze all of a sudden.

Supernatural powers!

This is still a strong man who has cultivated supernatural powers!

Moreover, this supernatural power is clearly of the space type, a powerful supernatural power that people cannot resist!

"He is Du Chiyu, one of the strongest immortals in this group!" Someone recognized this immortal who was famous in all worlds.

"This is Du Chiyu, who claims to suppress the void with one word, and is extremely strong among the immortals." Someone whispered from outside the light curtain.

"This makes Du Chiyu and Han Muye face off, really..."

In the light curtain, Gangfeng Fist Shadow collided with the sealed space, and seemed to lose control all of a sudden.

Supernatural powers, which contain a trace of the power of rules, are no longer something that the Immortal Monarch Realm can resist.

Han Muye's figure remained unchanged behind Gangfeng Fist Shadow, and the former God's fist was pressed down.

Visible to the naked eye, the space ahead is vibrating.

The originally empty world was like broken glass.

"Peng—"

The world is broken!

The space with a radius of one hundred feet turned into bright beads, flying in all directions.

But wherever the bead flies, the space will burst open.

The direction where the most beads fly down is where Du Chiyu is standing.

Countless transparent beads exploded, enveloping Du Chiyu's body.

In the eyes of everyone, Du Chiyu's body turned into holes.

He stared wide-eyed, looking at Han Muye in front of him.

"Dangling—"

Nothing remained but a large golden bow.

A fairy king, just like this is backlashed by his own magical powers!

Before all the light curtains, there was silence.

The world's immortals are the peaks, and the most in front of the light curtain is the fairyland.

Seeing Han Muye kill Xianjun cleanly and neatly, these Xianjun powerhouses all had complex expressions.

If he was in front of Han Muye, would he be able to block this blow?

"Using the power of heaven and earth to add to the body, break the confinement of heaven and earth supernatural powers, amazing." Someone saw through the secret of Han Muye's punch and said softly.

With the help of the pressure from the mask, he condensed his fist and directly broke the space confinement.

Du Chiyu didn't expect the pressure here to be so great, his supernatural power was suppressed, not only did he fail to exert his due strength, but was caught by Han Muye and wiped out with one blow.

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【Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years of Watching the Sword in Jiange】【】

Within the light curtain, Han Muye's body had another **** halo.

He turned his head, and his eyes fell on the strong Xianjun who had just been knocked back by his punch and had not yet stood still.

The man's expression changed, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and flew away.

But when he rushed to the mask and slapped it with his palm, his expression changed.

This mask can't be broken!

Can't break through the mask, can only face Han Muye directly!

In front of all the light curtains, the faces of those immortal masters who watched this battle were gloomy.

In the past, there was no rule that the mask would suppress the person who fell into it, and there was no rule of retreat in the heyday meeting.

As long as he leaves, it means giving up this battle and giving his ring to the opponent, and he can leave safely.

But at this time, he couldn't leave.

The rules have been changed!

"Shenyuan Tiangong has controlled the God Realm for so many years, and it is scary to be able to change the rules of the peak meeting." Someone's eyes were fixed in the light curtain, and they whispered.

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Han Muye's eyes also fell on the mask.

Is this a game of death?

On him, there is a concentration of fighting and killing intent.

Now that he has entered the summit, he has such an awareness.

But he was curious as to who could be his opponent.

Seeing Han Muye approaching step by step, the Immortal King took a deep breath, and the immortal light gathered on his body.

A cyan wind scroll formed instantly, and then, the long knife in his hand was unsheathed, and the light of the knife merged with the wind scroll.

Combination of magical powers and sword skills?

That's a good idea.

After all, it is the immortal king who participated in the peak meeting.

Pointing at the blade, Feng Juan swept out directly.

In this wind, countless sword lights flashed.

Every blade of light, if it is in the world of cultivating immortals, can directly tear apart thousands of miles of mountains.

Even in this space that has been suppressed ten thousand times, the knife light can still see the cracks that tear the void.

Han Muye stared at Fengjuan without stopping.

He didn't punch out until the knife came to him.

This punch is slow.

The fist is raised and then smashed down, the trajectory is clear and variable.

But in the eyes of Xianjun, who was in charge of Fengjuan, this punch was extremely fast.

Fist Shadow smashed Feng Juan directly, turned into a flying white tiger, and threw himself on his head.

He slashed out with the long knife in his hand, but it missed.

"The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger..."

Seeing the protector Chang Xiao in front of him, and the way his body was condensed by the light of the sword and the wind rolling on his body, the fairy whispered softly.

Han Muye's fist was also a combination of boxing and supernatural power.

It's just that he borrowed his supernatural powers.

This method should have been created by him.

Is there really such a person in the world who can comprehend at a glance?

horrible.

"Fellow Daoist, I am convinced." Putting away the long saber, the immortal lord cupped his hands towards Han Muye.

As his words fell, a golden halo appeared on Han Muye's body.

The suppression of this space completely disappeared.

On the contrary, the pressure on that fairy still exists.

There is a huge difference in strength, and now the pressure on the two is different, and there is no need to continue fighting.

Fortunately, the rule of throwing in the towel is still there.

Outside the light curtain, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

If this rule is also changed, who will dare to participate in the future heyday meeting?

"Hmph." In front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, the Palace Master snorted coldly.

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【Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years of Watching the Sword in Jiange】【】

Although Shenyuan Tiangong tried his best to control the entire Wutian Continent, and wanted to hold the great formation set up by the body of the divine beast in his hands, he couldn't do it all the time, so he had to change some of the rules slightly.

If he could completely control the peak meeting and control this large formation, Shenyuan Tiangong would have gone against the trend and gone to the Zhoutian battlefield to find opportunities.

The secrets in this large formation are related to the battle of the collapse of the sky in the ancient prehistoric era.

The immortal monarch named Chang Ciyue surrendered, and Han Muye's arena was a little more stable.

The golden mask dissipated, and floating arenas could be seen in front of them.

There are big and small arenas, the big one is about the same as Han Muye's arena, tens of thousands of feet in radius, and the small one is no more than ten thousand feet.

In every arena, there are strong people stationed there.

"Om—"

In the distance, there was a long and concussive sound, and a ring collided with Han Muye's ring.

The figure standing on the ring frowned, his body surging with fighting spirit.

"That is, Zhuge Changju!"

"Zhuge Changju of Dayang Immortal Realm, this one is one of the strongest in this group!"

"Why him?"

"I understand. Shenyuan Tiangong still can't really control the rules. They used the time disorder in this space as a grasp to collide with Han Muye and Zhuge Changju."

Not really changing the rules, but using them.

Although the latter is not easy, it is not as terrible as changing the rules.

It seems that Shenyuan Tiangong is not completely invincible.

"You go." Seeing the collision of the two arenas, Han Muye suddenly said.

Chang Ciyue was taken aback for a moment, and could only nod her head.

He knew that he was no match for Zhuge Changju, but if he didn't go at this time, he would have to die in front of Han Muye.

This is a meeting of the heyday. Since you admit defeat and surrender, you must have the consciousness of admitting defeat.

Taking a step forward, Chang Ciyue was slightly taken aback.

All the stress on him was gone.

Not only that, but he also has the power of this ring.

this is?

Without giving him a chance to think about it, Zhuge Changju in front of him flew forward, stabbing out with a long spear in his hand.

There was a golden flame shining through the tip of the spear, and this flame turned out to be the Golden Crow Divine Flame!

The divine flame that is hard to find in the world, the divine flame unique to the prehistoric beasts!

Chang Ciyue's complexion changed drastically, she gritted her teeth, and unsheathed her long knife.

With a twist of the blade in his palm, a golden fairy light was triggered, which split into countless wind scrolls again.

The master of immortals, the control of power is already the best in the world.

This knife did not forcibly collide with the Divine Flame, because there is not much power in the world that can collide with the Golden Crow Divine Flame.

The power of wind contained in his long knife is by no means an existence that can collide with the Golden Crow Divine Flame.

"Om—"

The wind curled around, trying to slow down the speed of the divine flame pierced by the long spear, but unfortunately, his wind scroll just smashed into the divine flame when it collided with the divine flame.

He couldn't stand up himself, and was thrown away.

"The gap in combat power is too great." Looking at the wind and flames in the light curtain, someone whispered.

"If you really reach the level of a fairy, the strength of your cultivation is no longer the criterion." In front of a light curtain, an old man in a bright yellow Taoist robe said softly.

Behind him are a group of young Taoists in green robes.

These Taoists all have a strong fairy light shining, at least in the golden fairy realm.

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"Master, at the level of the immortal monarch, how to reflect the strength of strength, how to intuitively perceive the combat power?" A young man with obvious vigor asked loudly.

He cast his eyes on the light curtain ahead, and said loudly: "This Immortal Han Muye dare not face Zhuge Changju directly, maybe because he is not strong enough?"

His words made everyone around him turn their heads curiously.

Hearing his words, Shizu shook his head with a slight smile on his face.

"Ordinary immortal monarchs compete for the resources in their hands, the power of immortal treasures, and the control over treasures such as immortal treasures."

Gently stroking his beard, the old man narrowed his eyes, watching the divine flame rushing towards Han Muye in the light curtain.

"A truly tyrannical emperor can refine a treasure, such as the Golden Crow Divine Flame, which is the top treasure in the world."

"Such a treasure inherited from the prehistoric, even the immortal can have the power to fight in front of it."

This is the real Xianjun powerhouse!

Outside the light curtain, everyone stared at the divine flame and rushed towards Han Muye.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and punched out.

"Hehe, after all, he is an immortal monarch of the lower fairy world, who doesn't even know the Golden Crow Divine Flame." Someone laughed lightly from outside a light curtain in the God Realm.

But anyone who recognizes the Golden Crow Divine Flame knows that this kind of divine flame must not be picked up directly by the body.

"Hey, I was born in a low-level fairy world. I don't have powerful fairy treasures in my hands, and I don't have real treasures. I can only rely on superb boxing techniques."

"This person has some talent, but unfortunately, there are not enough resources."

Beyond a light curtain, a big man in a green robe turned around and looked at the people behind him.

"So, it is right for me, Zhiliang Immortal Realm, to take refuge in the medium-level Immortal Realm, Biyang Immortal Realm."

Everyone nodded and looked into the light curtain.

In reality, let everyone understand that the background of the inferior fairy world is really too bad.

Han Muye has a very strong understanding, and his research on boxing is also to the extreme.

If such a person has enough resources to cultivate, he will definitely become a top powerhouse in the world, even a fairy is also possible.

Unfortunately, he has no such opportunity.

Everyone watched to see how Han Muye was directly burned to ashes by the divine flame.

A trace of complexity flashed across Chang Ciyue's face standing aside.

Han Muye's strength is very strong, but unfortunately, he doesn't have enough background.

In the God Realm, a smile flashed across the face of the master of Shenyuan Tiangong.

Within the light curtain, Han Muye's fist wind collided with Shen Yan.

The divine flame exploded and wrapped his body.

Zhuge Changju showed a sneer on his face, raised his hand, and flames rose above the spear.

At this time, the spear in his hand was also recognized by some people.

This is a top-notch fairy treasure, in which a Golden Crow Divine Flame has been refined.

There are not many such treasures in the God Realm.

The second divine flame rushed out and pressed towards Han Muye.

Right now!

"boom-"

The divine flame enveloping Han Muye suddenly dissipated, leaving only a faint flame in front of Han Muye's fist.

Before Zhuge Changju could react, Han Muye waved his hand, the flame burst and flew back backwards.

My divine flame flew back?

The two divine flames collided in mid-air, and then fell directly towards Zhuge Changju.

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【Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years of Watching the Sword in Jiange】【】

Han Muye raised his hand, and punched again.

This time, a golden crow phantom appeared before the wind of his fist.

"boom-"

With the blessing of the Golden Crow, the divine flame shone, directly igniting Zhuge Changju.

Instant gray!

"Dangling—"

The spear fell, and the divine flames gathered back on the spear.

With one punch, Zhuge Changju fell!

Inside and outside the light curtain, there was silence!

"He, he, how did he do it?" Someone was at a loss.

Even Xianjun couldn't see how Han Muye went against the trend under the suppression of Shenyan, and killed Zhuge Changju with one punch.

"The power of the Golden Crow!"

"His punch has the power of the Golden Crow."

An old man with white beard looked at Han Muye, with golden light flashing in his eyes.

"Just now when he was entangled with the Golden Crow Divine Flame to resist, he realized the power of the Golden Crow."

"Just like Feng Juan when he defeated Chang Ciyue just now, he realized the power of Feng Conghu to change."

Before the light curtain, the Immortal Venerable has already seen through it.

"Really, a genius..."

No wonder that 100 million divine crystals were bet on this person.

If this kind of amazing and brilliant talent moves forward quietly, even if you can't get the leader of the peak meeting, it will not be a problem to be in the top 100.

Unfortunately, some people are too impatient.

"I'm afraid this Han Muye is not as simple as he saw." Someone's eyes lit up, watching Han Muye in the light curtain pick up the spear and slowly refine it, while holding the longbow with the other hand.

With these two treasures, Han Muye's combat power will definitely increase a lot!

Chang Ciyue moved and stood beside Han Muye, protecting him.

In the distance, a floating arena crashed towards this side.

In the God Realm, the Mistress of Shenyuan Tiangong gritted her teeth: "Quick, don't give him the chance to refine treasures!"

"Where's Xiang Liuyun? Don't hide."

"There is also Xianjun Zhu Min of Pantian Daozong, let him also take action."

In front of the light curtain, the disciples of Shenyuan Tiangong who were in charge of regulating and controlling made all their efforts to interfere with the operation of the formation.

On the other two arenas, the two immortal masters seem to sense that they have sped up the rhythm of their shots.

"boom-"

Not just one arena, but two arenas crashed towards the Thunder that Han Muye stood.

A mask was raised again.

On the arena with a radius of 120,000 zhang, there are four immortals.

Everyone who bumped into Han Muye was an immortal, and they were the strongest immortals in this group.

The picture in the light curtain is chilling.

Shenyuan Tiangong has not concealed it at all.

"Chang Ciyue, get out." The young man in the blue-red armor said coldly.

On the other side, the Taoist in white robes and a slight beard smiled lightly: "Han Yiyi, what a coincidence."

The two voices fell, and they rushed towards Han Muye almost at the same time.

Chang Ciyue gritted her teeth, and the long knife in her hand triggered the wind to slash out instantly.

The wind blows out, and the sky and the earth shake.

Is this the blessing of heaven and earth?

Chang Ciyue's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes fell on Han Muye who was beside her.

Because of the changes in the arena, it is now Han Muye's home stadium!

This is the rule of the Great Formation!

The rules of the formation are still there!

The home court is blessed by the power of heaven and earth.

With a long laugh, Chang Ciyue brandished the long saber in her hand with all her strength, and the wind and wind continued to strike, and the light of the saber became more and more brilliant.

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Although the two immortal monarchs were serious, they were extremely careful.

The two made their own moves, and one of them slashed out with a long sword, smashing the wind in front of him.

The other person was holding a long fan in his hand, one of them waved it, and the wind rolled back backwards.

Also controls the power of the wind.

Not only that, this white-clothed Taoist obviously has a deeper comprehension of the power of wind than Chang Ciyue, but he just turned the wind back casually.

"The ultimate power in the world is the rules." Outside the light curtain, an old man nodded slightly, and said calmly: "This person has already mastered the rules of wind."

The rules of the wind?

The people behind the old man all stared wide-eyed.

Rules, this is something that only the Immortal Venerable can control!

"Hehe, it's just one in a thousand, it's only better than Chang Ciyue." The old man smiled lightly, and said with his hands behind his back: "It's already rare to be able to control such a trace of rules in the realm of the fairy king."

The Immortal King Realm controls the rules that the Immortal Venerable Realm must seek. If such a strong person enters the God Realm and steps into the Immortal Venerable Realm, is that okay?

"His name is Xia Kuan. Pay attention. If he can defeat Han Muye, he will pay some price to introduce him to our Moon God Sect." In the God Realm, an old man spoke in front of a light curtain.

Those who can control the rules in the Immortal Monarch Realm must be proper immortals.

"boom-"

Chang Ciyue's wind roll was blown apart.

He wanted to make another move, but was blocked by Han Muye's hand.

Han Muye stepped forward with a spear in his hand.

"The wind rolls, the residual cloud!"

With a low shout, the spear swept across.

The remaining power of Fengjuan directly intertwined with the strong wind brought out from the spear, causing the surrounding heaven and earth masks to roar.

This blow was going to break the mask of heaven and earth!

"boom-"

A dragon of wind and cloud appeared, and with a flick of its tail, it knocked the young man in the armor into the air.

The long sword in the young man's hand wanted to resist, but was crushed by Yunlong's paw.

Even the young man's body was shattered inch by inch!

one strike!

The immortal king fell again!

Yunlong turned around, fixed his big eyes on the white-clothed Taoist holding a long fan.

Xianjun Xia Kuan looked dignified, and raised the long fan in his hand.

Yunlong roared, and his whole body suddenly dispersed.

Between the sky and the earth, only clouds remain.

Remnant clouds?

That's the point of the gun!

Xia Kuan's complexion changed drastically, and the long fan in his hand had only time to block in front of him.

"when-"

"when-"

"when…"

Endless spear strikes, each time Xianjun Xia Kuan's body took a step back.

Within the light curtain, Han Muye held a long spear and stabbed out one after another.

This action is completely punching and bombarding.

Holding the long fan, Xia Kuan stood in front of him and was repelled by one blow after another.

"Peng—"

After a thousand steps, Xia Kuan's back hit the mask, and a mouthful of golden blood spit out from his mouth.

"when-"

The spear stabbed out again mercilessly, stabbing at the fan of the long fan.

Xia Kuan couldn't hold it, and the long fan hit his chest.

He spat out a mouthful of blood again.

Han Muye's spear stabbed out again.

Xia Kuan vomited another mouthful of blood.

Han Muye raised his spear again.

"I, I am convinced, I am convinced..."

Xia Kuan shouted with all his might.

If you don't shout, you will die!

"boom-"

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【Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years of Watching the Sword in Jiange】【】

The golden halo rose on Han Muye's body.

The surrounding arena began to merge.

Looking around, Han Muye put away his spear and raised his longbow.

"stop-"

A long golden arrow shot out.

The long arrow knocked away the two people who were fighting in the other two arenas.

Han Muye drew his longbow lightly, and murmured: "Death, or surrender?"

The gloomy power of Qi and blood on the longbow reached a peak.

The faces of the two locked by Qi and blood were pale.

In their induction, if they say half a word wrong, they will surely die!

"I~www.novelbuddy.com~ I surrender..."

An old man with a green beard whispered, the other turned and left, flying forward.

"boom-"

Only ten feet out, Han Muye's long arrow has already crossed the space of eighty thousand feet, killing him with one arrow!

The two lofty arenas merged with Han Muye's arena.

The three immortal kings surrendered to Han Muye.

"This, isn't this a rule that only exists when competing for the top thousand places after the fourth stage of the Summit?"

"Hehe, Shenyuan Tiangong must have changed the rules. At this time, the rules have also responded!"

Outside the light curtain, watching Han Muye subdue the three immortal kings, and the ring reached 140,000 feet, someone laughed out loud.

"In my opinion, I'm afraid this is the countermeasure of our Tianzhou formation."

"There are no rules for subduing other people."

Some people looked at other rings, and there was no such thing as admitting defeat.

"That depends on the reason."

"Are there any masks in other arenas that cannot be broken?"

In the Shenyuan Tiangong far away in the God Realm, everyone in front of the light curtain gritted their teeth.

"boom-"

Han Muye's longbow kept pulling away, he either died or surrendered.

But with a hundred breaths, the arena around him has already turned into a million feet.

Fifty-six immortal monarchs or immortal cultivators in the Great Luo Realm surrendered.

"boom-"

The arena turned into a blue mountain after a million feet.

On the mountains, there are huge trees.

"This is Yunteng Wood, which contains the charm of the Dao!"

"This is the compensation for Han Muye from the rules!"

"Haha, it's fun this time!"

"This is clearly Wu Tianzhou's formation to compete with Shenyuan Tiangong!"

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