Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1449 Great Sun Golden Crow Heaven Breaking Fist, True Spirit Bone

Visible to the naked eye, the world seemed to have been penetrated, sending invisible ripples in all directions, accompanied by the howling of the wind. astral winds.

How powerful was this punch?

"Do—does my Han Mountain Clan have such a fist technique?" Han Yunhe muttered.

Han Yunhe muttered.

Han Chaohu thought for a moment and shook his head.

There were only a few sets of cultivation techniques and fist techniques in the clan, and he had cultivated them all.

Was this the legacy of the young patriarch himself?

"This fist technique is the result of my integration of four sets of fist techniques in the clan, making it more powerful."

Han Muye spoke slowly, retracting his fist and turning to look at the surrounding clan members and then at Han Chaohu and the others. "I named this fist technique the Great Sun Golden Crow Heaven Breaking Fist."

Heaven Breaking Fist?

Integrated from four sets of four sets of fist techniques in the clan?

Han Chaohu looked at Han Muye blankly and said in confusion, "Young Patriarch, when did you create this fist technique?"

The young patriarch had been in seclusion, so when did he have time to create a new fist technique?

"Oh, last night, I looked at the martial arts in the tribe and felt that those inheritances were too old-fashioned and not suitable for the present Heavenly Dao," Han Muye explained.

"So I re-integrated the martial arts to create this 12-style Heaven Breaking Fist."

Han Muye\'s words stunned Han Chaohu and the others.

After watching the fist techniques last night, he created a new fist technique?

Was that even possible?

What kind of comprehension did he have to achieve such a level?

"Impossible. To create new fist techniques, one needs to master them. Young Patriarch, how could you create a new fist technique after just looking at those four sets of fist techniques…" Han Yunhe whispered.

It was not that he did not want to believe Han Muye.

But Han Muye\'s words overturned common cultivation knowledge.

He roughly understood that the young patriarch wanted to win people over.

But there was no need to brag like this.

This would damage the young patriarch\'s image.

Perhaps he was still young and his temperament wasn\'t stable enough?

"What, don\'t believe it?" Han Muye chuckled and then gradually changed his aura.

"Watch closely!"

He leaped into the air, rushing forward with a punch, his figure like a flying swallow, and his fist like a dragon.

This punch pressed forward, as if it had attracted the power of heaven and earth. It turned into a sun and charged forward.

"Heavenly Fist, White Rainbow Piercing the Sun!"

Han Jin widened his eyes and exclaimed.

He was proficient in this move.

However, the young patriarch\'s fist technique completely exceeded his understanding.

The power of this punch had actually triggered the power of heaven and earth.

Wasn\'t Heavenly Fist the simplest martial art for strengthening the body in the clan?

Han Muye punched out and didn\'t stop.

He continued with Heavenly Fist, Circulating Sky Fist, Earth-shattering Fist, Sky-sweeping Fist…

Different fist techniques and different fist techniques, intertwined with each other, easily performed.

Each move could trigger the power of heaven and earth, transforming into the shadow of the Great Sun Golden Crow, causing shockwaves.

The bursting light and the thunderous sound echoed far and wide.

"Is there really such a talented cultivator in the world…" Han Zhi, who had walked out of the stone house, looked bewildered. He looked at Han Muye\'s fist techniques and muttered.

Han Muye\'s fist technique was extremely proficient and had reached the level of mastery.

Every punch and kick seemed effortless.

If it weren\'t seen with their own eyes, who would dare to imagine that this was achieved in one night?

Han Muye\'s fist technique slowly evolved from the four sets of Han Mountain Clan\'s inherited fist techniques to the 12-style Heaven Breaking Fist Techniques.

Each punch and movement broke through the heavens and shattered the earth.

Until he stopped, there was still the power of the Great Sun Golden Crow exploding in front of him, triggering the vibration and roar of the power of the origin of heaven and earth.

The scattered origin power flowed unrestrainedly, like untamed wild horses.

"Do you understand?" Han Muye turned to look at Han Jin and the others.

Understand?

They nodded.

They understood.

This 12-style Heaven Breaking Fist was indeed evolved and integrated from those four sets of fist techniques.

"Now, let me see you practice it," Han Muye said to them.

Practice?

Everyone shook their heads.

Understanding how the fist technique came about didn\'t mean they understood how to perform them.

No one could understand such a fierce fist technique.

Han Muye shook his head and slowly stood up.

"Why are you not coming?"

He growled.

Han Chaohu and the others looked at each other and quickly walked forward to stand behind him.

Han Muye raised his hand and clenched his fists. Then he lowered his waist and pressed his fists down.

"Heaven Breaking Fist, First Style, Golden Crow Soars in the Sky. This style operates the power of one\'s own essence, gathers the body, and turns the body into the sun…"

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500 miles away from Han Mountain, there was a flat beach with weeds growing everywhere.

Low wooden houses were scattered in the area, and various black panther tribe members wearing brown-gray robes were scattered around.

This was the residence of the Lu Tang Black Panther Clan.

Lu Tang was a vast stretch of water and land tidal flat.

Most of the time, the water and grass were abundant here, and it only became desolate in severe winters. It was a good place for the tribe to settle.

The Lu Tang Panther Clan had nearly 20,000 clansmen dispersed in three settlements.

They were Upper Tang, Middle Tang, and Lower Tang.

At this moment, the old man who had been intimidated by Han Muye\'s punch when he led a team to demand medicinal fields from the Han Mountain Clan was standing in the Middle Tang settlement, facing a middle-aged man in a black robe.

"Elder Gu Ji, are you saying that the deputy clan leader of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan awakened the bloodline power of the Golden Crow?" The middle-aged man had a powerful figure beneath his clothes.

He looked at the old man who was reporting with his head lowered. A faint silver light flickered between his eyes.

The Black Panther Elder named Gu Ji nodded with lingering fear.

Han Muye\'s previous punch had almost damaged the foundation of his bloodline.

The burly man in front of him was the younger brother of the Black Panther Patriarch, Lu Changshan.