MTL - Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion-Chapter 640 Potianquan vs. Blue-eyed Golden Eagle

Two big suns, the Golden Crow Yuanling rushed forward.

Some of the powerhouses in front who surrounded and killed the Skystar Unicorn turned their heads and exclaimed.

"Someone is coming to **** the unicorn!"

"Stop them!"

Figures rushed towards the sky, blocking Han Muye and Mu Changkong.

"open!"

Mu Changkong yelled violently, and slashed down with the long knife in his hand, bringing with it a clear stream of hundreds of feet.

Thousands of feet ahead, the heavens and the earth seemed to be cut open with a single knife, endless illusory light shone, and the power of the heavens and the earth was imprisoned.

Those strong men of various races standing in front of the two were knocked away uncontrollably.

Mu Changkong had no intention of killing people, otherwise he would have killed at least ten people with this knife!

"Go!" Han Muye moved, passed through the wall in front of him, and stabbed the spear in his hand fiercely on the head of the five-foot-tall unicorn in the front.

The blow came so suddenly that neither the surrounded unicorn nor the masters of various tribes who besieged the unicorn could react.

"Boom—"

The spear pierced the top of the unicorn's head, and a golden beam of light rose.

The sound of explosion resounded for ten miles.

A golden long unicorn shattered, and a ball of light golden light flew out of it.

"True Spirit Star Bead!"

"The star beads conceived by the celestial unicorn can help the ninth layer of the Yuanling to condense the real spirit bones!"

Countless shouts sounded, and the figures besieging the unicorns in front all rushed towards the true spirit star bead.

There was a golden light in Han Muye's eyes, and the spear in his hand shook.

"boom-"

The phantom of the Golden Crow emerged and slammed into all directions.

All the powerhouses below the eighth level of Yuanling were knocked away, and only the eighth level of Yuanling and the masters above it could barely stand in midair.

This blow made everyone stunned.

too strong!

Such a blow, without the ninth floor of the Yuanling, would not dare to face it directly.

Repelling everyone, Han Muye raised his hand and held the golden bead in his hand.

"Woo-"

Below, the Sky Star Unicorn whose horns had been cut off by a shot, screamed and yelled angrily. Its body turned into stars with golden light, and it covered Han Muye under its hood.

Han Muye shook Jin Zhu towards Mu Changkong, then shouted, "Brother Mu, go first."

Mu Changkong reached out to take Jin Zhu and saw that Han Muye was already surrounded by those strong men from all ethnic groups.

Below, several unicorns also rushed towards Han Muye.

"Okay." Behind Mu Changkong, the Golden Crow Yuanling surged, and the phantom of the Golden Crow at the peak of the ninth-level Yuanling emerged, and a burst of red flame rose up.

Golden Crow Divine Flame!

Shen Yan enveloped Mu Changkong's body and flew away with him.

He wanted to find a safe place to refine the star beads, so that his cultivation could take that step.

As long as he can become a true spirit realm, this hunt will be worth it.

Seeing Mu Changkong leave, those tribes who were originally following the Hanshan tribe and Muyangshan tribe looked at each other nervously and backed away unconsciously.

Han Muye was surrounded, and Mu Changkong left. These two Golden Crow tribes had no experts, so they couldn't go far.

"Array!"

Han Yunhe's voice sounded in the Hanshan Department.

Han Chaohu sits in Hanshan, and among the clansmen who came to hunt with Han Muye, clan elder Han Yunhe is the most prestigious.

In the past, Han Yunhe also organized the army.

"boom-"

As Han Yunhe shouted, the three thousand tribes of the Hanshan tribe took action.

The Golden Crow Yuan Ling connected with each other, merged suddenly, and turned into a thousand-foot-high Golden Crow phantom.

"rush-"

The shadow of the Golden Crow shrouded it for protection, and the army rushed towards the hill ahead.

Since the patriarch is lost in the front, how can he not rush?

Those Jinwu people from Muyang Mountain looked at each other.

"Rescue the chief of the Hanshan tribe!" The old man standing in front shouted, raised his hand and waved his wooden stick, and rushed forward.

The head of the Hanshan tribe snatched the Heavenly Star Gold Pearl for his own clan leader, and of course they had to do their best to help the Hanshan tribe.

About ten thousand people of other ethnic groups followed closely behind.

The other tribes scattered.

Isn't it courting death to attack a large group of 300,000 people?

"Om—"

When Han Shanbu rushed to the front of the hill, there was a sudden roar in front of him.

A golden streamer rushed out.

Han Muye!

Who is that figure wearing golden armor and holding a long spear if it's not Han Muye?

At this time, the blood around Han Muye's body appeared, and he swung the spear in the book with extreme speed.

Whether it was the stars all over the sky, or the weapons of the strong men of all races, they were all blocked one by one.

The strength of one person can defeat a thousand troops!

"boom-"

The spear turned into nine golden crow phantoms, and the golden crow phantoms charged in all directions, knocking away the besieging powerful men of various races.

Han Muye shot alone, standing in the air.

For a while, the strong men of all races around did not dare to take the lead.

"Hmph, the Golden Crow is really arrogant." Someone snorted coldly, but they didn't make a move.

"Snatch the Heavenly Star Gold Pearl, this enmity will be taken over!" Someone shouted, but the figure was nowhere to be seen.

Han Muye pointed forward with the spear in his hand, his expression calm.

It's very simple, no amount of nonsense is useless, if you have the ability, come up and fight.

"Woo-"

A unicorn more than three feet tall screamed and rushed towards Han Muye.

The single horn on the top of the head gathers golden starlight and condenses into a point.

This unicorn tore apart the world, with a palpitating light.

If it is hit by this blow, even the ninth floor of Yuanling will directly shatter its body!

Everyone backed away, watching coldly the unicorn that locked Han Muye's body bumped into it.

Han Muye raised the spear in his hand, a golden halo flashed in his eyes.

"kill!"

The golden crow phantom that had turned into nine streaks of light emerged, merged into one, and stood in front of the spear.

The most powerful blow in the Nine Heavens Spear Technique, the Nine Heavens Unite.

The spear collided with the unicorn's horn, causing the void to explode in a radius of ten thousand zhang, and countless figures rushed backward.

The unicorn's horn snapped off, and a ball of silver light flew out.

This bead can help people step into the ninth level of Yuanling.

Han Muye reached out to grab the pearl, stepped forward, put away the spear, and landed in front of the Golden Crow transformed by Han Shanbu.

The Golden Crow spread its wings to protect his body.

"You can come if you want to fight to the death."

Putting away the spear, Han Muye turned his eyes to the hill, and spoke lightly.

His hand stretched forward slowly.

This is Yujian's starting gesture to slash the enemy.

If these strong men of various races really charged, he would not hold back.

He could feel the murmur of long swords in the Wanhe sword box behind him.

Thirst to kill.

After all, it is a sword, it is a killing weapon.

To grab or not to grab?

Those strong men of various races looked at each other with gloomy expressions on their faces.

Not reconciled, but dare not take the lead.

"Humph."

An old man of the Yunma tribe snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, held the Zhanglong golden knife in his hand, turned around and left.

Everyone else retreated one by one.

"The patriarch is mighty!"

Seeing the 300,000 troops retreating in front, Han Jin's face was full of excitement, and he shouted.

"The patriarch is mighty—"

Three thousand Jinwu people shouted.

In the rear, the Golden Crows of Muyang Mountain also raised their arms and roared wildly.

A group of less than 10,000 people can face up to an army of 300,000 people without retreating, and let the other side voluntarily back down. What kind of arrogance is this?

Han Muye raised his hand, and everyone's cheers stopped.

"Let's go."

They have already backed down, and there is no need to provoke again.

He turned his head, a look of regret flashed across his face.

If you can really fight in the wilderness with the way of the sword, it must be extremely refreshing.

Leading the tribe forward for three hundred miles, suddenly the sound of roaring came.

In the distance, an army like a blue cloud is driving a chariot and galloping.

That is the army of Xuanling Immortal Kingdom!

It wasn't as magnificent as Wanhua Xianchao's battle formation, but the chariot was running, and its invincible momentum was fully displayed. No one dared to stand in front of the battle formation.

The chariot was torrenting, and it took an hour to run away.

All the tribes of the Great Wilderness stepped aside, not daring to face it directly.

Han Muye stared at those chariots.

These chariots are extremely delicate.

The refining method is very clever.

Han Muye had seen the style of these chariots from a treasure.

When he was in the ruins world, Xu Jue handed him the black jade ruler that contained the original power.

Xu Jue is the lord of the remnant souls in the Ruins Realm, and was once a powerful immortal who has survived countless calamities.

There is the memory of this chariot in the jade ruler.

There is also the method of refining.

Looking at it this way, is there any connection between the Mysterious Spirit Immortal Kingdom in the wilderness and Xu Jue's inheritance?

Han Muye felt that there seemed to be unimaginable and shocking secrets hidden in the wilderness.

As the army moved forward, more and more powerful ethnic groups in front were defeated.

"The Alien Volcano Clouded Leopard, the King of Speed ​​and Flame, and the Ninth Layer of Yuanling can't stop it!"

"It's too strong, the ancient alien beast, Iron Back Gray Bear, smashed mountains and rivers ten miles away with one punch!"

Many Great Desolate races with lingering fears retreated.

There are also many unwilling groups gathered together, quietly following behind those big clans.

Even picking up some small bargains is a big gain.

No matter how bad it is, it would be good for the younger generation in the clan to experience a real battle.

"boom-"

Above the sky, a big bird with its wings spreading out to cover the sky flew out, and grabbed the Golden Crow gathered above Han Muye and the others.

With ice-cold claws, it directly crushed and tore the Illusory Golden Crow.

Han Dingyi and the others were pale and trembling.

This is the power of qi and blood being broken, and everyone's souls are shaken.

The giant bird wasn't satisfied with tearing up the Golden Crow here. With a flap of its wings, it shattered the phantom image of the Golden Crow in Muyang Mountain without Mu Changkong's protection.

Turning his head, the giant bird spread its wings and flew down.

It wants to devour the Golden Crow people in Muyang Mountain!

Below, one after another Yuanling rises up, cyan, blue, green, a piece of brilliance.

But the big bird's eyes clearly showed uncontrollable contempt and viciousness.

"It's over, the two parts of the Golden Crow are over." Someone whispered on the hill in the distance.

Everyone can see it.

This strange beast has clearly become so powerful that it is very close to the real spirit realm.

Such a powerful beast, unless it is in the true spirit realm, is absolutely irresistible.

"Although the blue-eyed golden eagle is tyrannical, it rarely leaves its own group, and rarely leaves its residence."

"I remember that the clan of the Blue-eyed Golden Eagle is still a hundred thousand miles away, right?"

Someone watched the big golden bird flying down suspiciously, whispering softly.

"There are scattered Golden Crows over there?"

"Didn't the patriarch say that as long as the Golden Crow is scattered, they will be gathered?"

On a mountain ridge, a middle-aged man in a blue brocade robe with his hands behind his back spoke in a deep voice.

There are golden crow divine lines appearing on his forehead.

The intertwined lines of the gods seem to carry the power of the sun that people can't look directly at.

Behind the big man, several strong men of the Golden Crow tribe in golden armor had dignified faces.

"Supposedly, it was already gathered..." an old man in black robe whispered, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Chen Ju, go and save these two Golden Crow tribes." The green-robed man shouted in a low voice.

Behind him, a big man in black half armor bowed and cupped his fists. He was about to leave when he was stopped by a young man in green armor.

"Father, the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty's army is already 30,000 miles away, and the vanguard army is about to arrive, so we can't be distracted." The young man pointed around.

"Father, the Golden Crow people here are all ready for a decisive battle with the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty."

"It cannot be exposed."

His words made the big man who was about to leave slightly stunned.

The big man standing in front also frowned.

"Patriarch Zhuo Yu, forget it." An old man standing in front sighed softly.

never mind.

Can't help.

The others also nodded slightly.

In this siege, the Wanhua Immortal Kingdom is the biggest enemy.

The big man standing in front showed a complex look on his face.

He is Zhuo Yu, the patriarch of the Zhuoyuan Tribe, and a strong man in the True Spirit Realm.

But at this time, he could only choose not to help the two Golden Crow tribes who were alone.

Watch them die.

"Father, the Golden Crows who came to the wasteland were basically recruited by my Zhuo Yuan tribe. These people may have been bought by the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty."

The Qingjia youth suddenly spoke out, the voice was so loud that everyone was taken aback.

These words made many people squint their eyes.

correct!

How is it such a coincidence?

How did these people get attacked by the blue-eyed golden eagle, and they happened to be here?

"Zhuo Tang, don't guess casually." Zhuo Yu waved his hands, looked at the golden eagle that had already jumped down, and said in a deep voice.

"Father said so." The young man named Zhuo Tang bowed, then looked around, "Seniors, since those two parts are destined to be sacrificed, let their sacrifice be deserved."

"Make their sacrifices more tragic and attract the attention of the human race."

A trace of suppressed anger flashed in Zhuo Yu's eyes, but he didn't speak.

Among the elders around, some looked calm, while others looked complicated.

Anger flashed in someone's eyes.

"Haha, Zhuo Tang's son is unparalleled in resourcefulness!"

Someone whispered, and then said with a smile: "Those who do big things don't care about small things, the son of Zhuo Tang is easy to make decisions."

There were a few laughs from around, but none of the apparently majestic people in front of them laughed out loud.

Zhuo Tang lowered his head slightly, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, but also a trace of complacency.

So what if the talent is good, so what if the blood is awakened to Lieyang.

The general situation is overwhelming, and those who do not enter the true spirit are ants!

"boom-"

Ahead, the big golden-winged bird had crashed down.

A golden divine light exploded.

The light flickered and turned into a phantom of a great sun and golden crow.

The streamers of light on Jinwu's body staggered, from red to blue.

"Ninth level of Yuan Ling, the Golden Crow's bloodline has awakened, who is that?"

"What a blazing blood power, at least awakened to the scorching sun, who is this, why don't I know?"

Zhuo Yuan's side was in an uproar.

Everyone watched, the golden crow pushed the blue-eyed golden eagle away abruptly.

With such a powerful force, the Golden Crow's bloodline has awakened to an unimaginable situation.

"Who is that over there?" Zhuo Yu turned his head slowly, his eyes fell on the people behind him.

Everyone shook their heads.

Zhuo Tang shrank his head back.

"Boom—"

Han Muye flew up and flung out the spear in his hand.

For the closed-eyed golden eagle on the ninth floor of Yuanling, the damage from the spear point is not much.

The spear was thrown out, the golden eagle raised its claws, grabbed it to resist, and then the spear shattered.

Behind Han Muye, the silver Yuanling's light condensed into a battle armor.

With a movement of his body, he punched into the sky.

Sky breaking fist!

At this time, the Potian Fist has already integrated dozens of Jinwu Clan's inherited boxing methods, and the boxing styles have been transformed into forty-eight styles.

Every move and every style has the heroic and unrestrained attitude of the Golden Crow Clan of the Great Sun.

The body is like a long dragon, flying into the sky without regret.

"Good boxing!"

In the distance, someone shouted.

No matter where in the world, there will always be more appreciation for people with high talents in cultivation.

Looking at Han Muye's boxing at this time, many people felt it was a pity.

If such characters have the opportunity to grow up, they must set foot in the true spirit in this life.

"Boom—"

The fist shadow collided with the claws of the blue-eyed golden eagle.

The blue-eyed golden eagle's eyes flashed with flames and golden light, and its figure suddenly rose three feet.

Han Muye's body also paused slightly, and fell down.

But at this time, Han Muye's body turned around, dispelling the force of the fall, and then his whole body seemed to be calm and light, and flew to the top of the blue-eyed golden eagle's head in a flash.

Punch!

The blue-eyed golden eagle raised its wings and sealed the front of its body.

The shadow of the fist collided with the wings, triggering a burst of golden streamer.

The blue-eyed golden eagle's defense is so strong that even the ninth level of Yuanling is hard to hurt.

Han Muye's blood surged, and he let out a long laugh.

His fists unfolded, his figure changed endlessly, and golden fist shadows fell down one after another.

The blue-eyed golden eagle could barely resist with the help of its wings and claws, fighting in mid-air.

Countless people stared wide-eyed.

Is there really someone in the world who can defeat a beast of the same level purely with boxing skills?

Hasn't it always been that the power of alien beasts far exceeds the power of all races in the wilderness?

The primordial spirits and true spirits mobilized by various races themselves came from the prehistoric mythical beasts.

The illusion of this kind of blood power eventually becomes a true spirit, and its power is not much different from that of a prehistoric beast.

But even if the difference is not much, there is still some difference in strength.

There are very few who can compete with the same level of beasts with their physical body and boxing skills.

"The power of the Golden Crow is the most powerful beast power in the wild, and the boxing technique of this Golden Crow is extremely mysterious."

Among the groups watching the battle from a distance, someone spoke.

"That's right, this person's boxing skills have already reached the point where he can transform into a golden crow and master everything."

All ethnic groups in the Great Wilderness also attach great importance to the practice of boxing, but they focus on their physical strength.

Few people care about boxing against the enemy.

At a high level of cultivation, there are very few people who use boxing to fight against the enemy.

"The Jinwu tribe is interesting." Tens of thousands of miles away, on top of a tall chariot, a big man wearing a blue robe and a three-yuan gold hoop hair crown showed a strange expression on his face.

"Well, this person's boxing skills are quite tasteful." Beside the big man, the old man in gray and black armor said softly.

On a piece of jade in front of them, the scene of Han Muye's battle with the blue-eyed Golden Eagle was clearly visible.

Beyond the chariots, the continuous array of chariots moved forward slowly.

But what is surprising is that from a distance, this huge team of chariots turned into a pack of black phantom wind wolves.

The phantom wind wolves operating in a large group are several feet high at each end, and they are extremely ferocious existences in the wasteland.

As the convoy moved forward, the surrounding beasts all panicked and moved away.

The various tribes scattered in the Great Wilderness also fled one after another.

The strange thing is that when the convoy passed, there were no rut marks left on the wasteland, but many wolf footprints instead.

Even the breath belongs to the Shadow Wind Wolf.

Thirty thousand miles away, neat army formations were running.

The silver battle armor is like the waves of the ocean.

At the center of the army, dozens of generals in golden armor some were riding strange beasts, some were running in big strides.

In front of them, there is also a golden light curtain.

On the light curtain is also a scene of Han Muye fighting with the blue-eyed Golden Eagle.

"Hmph, I'm willing to take out this true spirit seed as a bait." A big man with a beard was running quickly while drinking in a low voice.

There was disdain on his face.

Hearing his words, the white-bearded old man on the other side smiled and said: "They think that we can only be hooked if we act like it."

These words made everyone around smile more.

The screen on the light curtain changed, and it was no longer Han Muye fighting with the Golden Eagle, but large tents stretching forward one after another.

Dao Dao Yuan Ling emerged.

It is the Yuanling power of the Jinwu tribe.

What emerges in this picture is the gathering place of various ethnic groups gathered by the Zhuoyuan Jinwu ethnic group.

In the picture, all kinds of military deployments, defensive arrangements, and offensive points are fully revealed.

"Hehe, how do these Great Wilderness tribes know that my Wanhua Immortal Dynasty has already grasped all their information?" The leading general in golden armor showed a faint smile on his face.

"Your Majesty's cultivation is supernatural, and these easy-to-reach methods can destroy the Great Wilderness Clan."

"If His Majesty wants to destroy the Golden Crow Clan, then the Golden Crow Clan will be destroyed."

In the army formation, everyone looked indifferent.

The Golden Crow clan may have had the glory of the past.

But they are not qualified enough to compete with the human race.

In the wilderness, the human race is bound to rise and become the real master!

"boom-"

Han Muye punched down, a trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the blue-eyed golden eagle, and spread its wings, wanting to fly away.

"It's so powerful, even beasts of the same level can be defeated."

"The awakened blood of this strong man of the Golden Crow clan is extremely pure."

A loud shout came from afar.

Many onlookers showed excitement on their faces.

Watching all the tribes in the wilderness subdue the alien beasts, this is something that can make people's blood boil.

"When that blue-eyed golden eagle leaves, I'll go make friends."

"Haha, such a strong man, of course we have to get to know him."

Not only the surrounding onlookers, but also those masters of Zhuo Yuan's department had a strange look on their faces.

Zhuo Yu standing in front of him looked calm, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It's rare..." someone whispered.

Standing behind Zhuo Tang bowed his head, his eyes flashed with viciousness.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the old man in black robe.

The old man in black robe nodded.

In the distance, below the battle between Han Muye and the blue-eyed Golden Eagle, a golden streamer flew out.

Blue-eyed Golden Eagle?

Yes.

A blue-eyed golden eagle as big as ten feet rushed up.

But it is dead.

It was thrown up.

died!

"call out-"

The golden eagle, which spread its wings and wanted to leave, screamed, and the golden streamer on its body turned blood red.

The flames in the eyes rushed out and turned into a red cloud in midair.

In a radius of ten miles, the power of heaven and earth vibrated.

"It was framed by someone!"

"Who is so vicious?"

"Damn it, there are such vicious things in my wilderness!"

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A dead baby blue-eyed golden eagle would immediately drive the blue-eyed golden eagle crazy.

At this time, the battle between Han Muye and Jin Ying turned into a situation of endless death.

A suppressed anger rose from Zhuo Yu's body, and he turned his head slowly, looking at the people behind him.

"what happened?"

His eyes fell on Zhuo Tang.

The others also looked at Zhuo Tang intentionally or unintentionally.

"Father, I don't know if it's this person who wants to sharpen himself with the power of the golden eagle."

"Maybe, he, he is," Zhuo Tang's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice: "Maybe he was arranged by the human race."

(end of this chapter)