Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1451 Great Sun Golden Crow Heaven Breaking Fist, True Spirit Bone (4)

Chapter 1451 Great Sun Golden Crow Heaven Breaking Fist, True Spirit Bone (4)

The wooden sword was also a sword.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Chaohu, whose wooden staff had broken, threw it away. Taking a step forward, he clenched his fist and struck.

It was the technique he had just learned from the Heaven Breaking Fist that day..

The fist shadow carried a Golden Crow phantom and transformed into a dark golden light sphere that crashed into the black antelope's chest.

"Bang!"

The black antelope staggered, its hooves weakened, and it fell to the ground.

The crowd swarmed, delivering punches and kicks.

When they dispersed, the black antelope had already breathed its last.

It couldn't be any deader.

Han Muye couldn't help shaking his head.

Such a slaughter had dispersed much of the antelope's vitality, a pity.

However, Han Jin and the others were very enthusiastic.

They wouldn't have been able to hunt down such a black antelope under normal circumstances.

Beasts with such speed and strength were rarely hunted within a few years in their clans.

These powerful beasts, rich in vitality and strength, were a great supplement for cultivation.

Several young people approached to drain the blood, Han Chaohu caught it in a bag, and they started drinking.

"Young Patriarch, the vitality of this blood is really abundant!" Han Dingyi grinned as he handed the leather bag to Han Muye, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

Han Muye waved his hand, refusing the bag.

For him, the vitality of such wild beasts was of no use.

"You rest here for half an hour and refine the vitality." Han Muye patted Han Dingyi's shoulder and looked around.

"I'll go check over there."

He pointed to a dense forest on one side.

Han Dingyi hesitated for a moment and nodded.

The Great Desolate Clans, even the powerful ones, did not dare to go too deep into the forest.

Who knew if there were ancient divine beasts lurking there?

Sometimes, the entire mountain range might be formed by exotic beasts that had been sleeping for countless years.

Fortunately, their young patriarch had awakened the Golden Crow bloodline and had a seventh level Essence Soul cultivation. As long as he did not encounter extremely powerful divine beasts, there would be no danger in these woods.

Within 30 miles around Han Mountain, there shouldn't be such divine beasts.

Han Muye walked straight into the woods, moving quickly.

He stopped only when he reached a lake about 30 miles away.

There were many wild beasts scattered around the lake.

They were all not weaker than the black antelope from before.

Among them was a formidable exotic beast about 20 feet tall, with a fierce face and an aura of death.

The cultivation of this exotic beast's essence spirit should be at the fifth level.

Beyond the lake, there were endless mountains and forests.

The Great Desolate should be the home of birds and beasts.

Just like the Primordial World of his inheritance, it should not be disturbed.

As time went on, the living space of the creatures of the Primordial World became scarcer in the later generations.

The names of those divine beasts could only be found in ancient records.

"Hiss—

A 50-foot-long dark green snake not far from Han Muye turned its head and roared at him, slowly retreating.

Other beasts also retreated, their eyes full of vigilance.

"I'm very curious who's here." Han Muye looked at the water ahead, hands behind his back, and spoke softly.

"Someone who wants your life!" a voice sounded.

With a strong wind, the black eight-foot-long spear stabbed at Han Muye's back.

The tip of the spear exuded a terrifying power, causing the beasts by the water to flee in panic.

This strike had the power to kill them!

Han Muye didn't turn around.

However, the bloodline power of the Golden Crow race surged in his body and turned into an illusory Golden Crow.

Before the Golden Crow could solidify, it was shattered by the spear.

The spear tore through the void and passed through Han Muye's body.

The smile on Lu Changshan's face froze.

Empty!

The figure in front of him was clearly just an illusion!

What kind of speed was this to leave only an illusion under his spear attack,

He, Lu Changshan, belonged to the swift Black Panther clan, and the opponent was from the Golden Crow clan!

"Slash—"

There was the dull sound of a sword piercing.

Close-range sword technique.

Waning moon.

This close combat sword technique that Han Muye used to dominate the Great Desolate Ruins Realm appeared again!

Lu Changshan lowered his head slowly.

Under his left rib, a short sword was gripped by a strong hand.

The short sword slowly twisted, then was gently drawn.

All of Lu Changshan's strength dissipated as the short sword left his body.

A black leopard shadow appeared on his body, whimpering mournfully before dissipating.

His essence spirit dissipated, his cultivation was severed, and his life force collapsed.

He was about to die.

Lying on the ground, Lu Changshan struggled to keep his eyes open as he watched the person with the bloody short sword crouch down.

He reached out, trying to grab the person's clothes, but found that he couldn't lift his arm.

In his fading pupils, the blue and golden crow behind Han Muye resonated.

The origin power released by the dispersing black leopard essence spirit was absorbed by the Golden Crow.

Even if there was only a trace of the origin power obtained from killing the opponent, it was enough for Han Muye.

In the last gleam of light in Lu Changshan's pupils, the Golden Crow phantom behind Han Muye turned from deep blue to light purple.

Eighth level Essence Spirit Realm!

And it was an awakening of his bloodline!

Only True Spirit experts could suppress the Golden Crow Clan at such a realm!

lightsn?v?l Lu Changshan wanted to tell his elder brother what he had seen and urge him to lead the clan away from Lu Tang quickly.

Unfortunately, as his soul power dispersed with the essence spirit, it also dissipated with a boom.

Fallen.

Han Muye raised his hand and grabbed the black spear in Lu Changshan's hand.

It was made of black iron stone. Although it was rough, the material was excellent.

He took off a small bag hanging from Lu Changshan's waist. Among them were two gray-black pills and a green-black beast bone.

The pills emitted a faint medicinal power.