Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



"This time, the momentum of the Dao Sect has been severed, but the next time the Heavenly Cycle Divine Realm takes any action, I'm afraid we won't be able to stop it.

"God-Slaying."

The old man's voice was filled with an irresistible will.

"If he can take control of the Burial Immortal City and the God-Slaying Puppet Fighters, then when I leave, the Sword Sect can be entrusted to him.

"It's just that he has to stop the Blood Battle Sect."

Li Yungang, who was standing at the back, had a complicated expression.

Once upon a time, he was also a candidate.

Unfortunately, he failed.

Now, as he looked at that sword light blocking the sky, with no one stepping forward, he couldn't help but feel his blood boiling.

Back then, if he had chosen to face the challenge head-on and not retreat, would he have stepped into an unimaginable realm now?

For so many years, he had been challenging everywhere, but he could no longer make up for that initial retreat.

The more he challenged, the more his past weakness was revealed.

The sword light in front of him scattered and thousands of elites of the Sword Sect could not take a step forward. He was a true sword immortal!

"This kid might really have a chance…" Li Yungang muttered, his eyes shining.

It had been many years since the Sword Sect had an expert who suppressed his peers with a single sword strike and made all swords bow down!

One day and one night, no one could take a step out of the sky.

The Sword Dao elites that charged out ranged from one person with a sword to three people forming a formation to ten people gathering their strength.

The sword formation in front of Han Muye also began with a trapping sword, and at this moment, a nine-story sword pagoda floated.

The sword light condensed on the green short sword in his hand was already dazzling to the point where it could not be looked at directly.

With the sword before him, no one could get close.

Such was the demeanor of a Sword Immortal.

This appearance was the essence of swordsmanship.

Han Muye alone blocked the Heavenly Gate with a sword, and the elite disciples who were blocked not only weren't annoyed but were filled with battling spirit. Countless observing disciples and seniors admired and respected him, without jealousy.

This was a sword cultivator.

To cultivate the sword, one had to have a clear heart and the heart must be as one with the sword.

At this moment, the 32 peak Void Refinement sword immortals attacked at the same time.

The sword light condensed into a green sword light dragon that broke through the Heaven Wall and crossed a thousand miles.

"Boom!"

32 sword lights slashed through the sword formation set up by the Trap Sword in front of Han Muye.

The 32 sword lights did not stop. With a whistle, they slashed down at Han Muye's head.

This was the strongest lineup of the Sword Sect's elites.

This one sword was already the strongest combination of 2,320 elite individuals.

No matter how strong a Void Transformation Sword Immortal was, they could still attack together. However, they could not gather the Heaven-Sweeping Soaring Clouds Sword Formation formed by 32 sword immortals with similar cultivation levels.

The Heaven-Sweeping Cloud Sword Formation had the power of 32 Void Refinement Sword Immortals. It could kill Golden Immortals and rival Zenith Heavens!

At this moment, tens of thousands of Sword Sect disciples and Sword Sect powerhouses all focused their attention on Han Muye.

Whether he could withstand this sword or not, he would become the strongest elite disciple of the Sword Sect in tens of thousands of years.

The name 'Han the Invincible' was well deserved.

"Watch closely. If he has a follow-up move, it'll be in this strike." The strong figures of the Xuntian Hall converged their sword lights.

Han Muye was a disciple of Zhu Ming and had the qualifications to become one of the leaders of the Xuntian Hall. He couldn't afford to be injured under this strike.

"Heh, actually, several elders have been paying attention to this battle for a while. Even the Sect Master is likely to manifest his divine sense. Why should we worry?" Zhou Sheng shook his head, seeming unconcerned.

"Everyone knows that it's impossible for him to be injured by this strike today, but if we don't show some effort, this kid will be snatched away by the Zhantian Hall." Up ahead, Mu Huan gave him a glance and spoke.

Zhou Sheng opened his mouth and looked at Han Muye, who was already enveloped by sword light.

That sounded quite reasonable, but why did it sound so strange?

Han Muye looked up and watched as the 32 sword lights converged into one.

This strike was incredibly powerful.

This was the will of a Sword Dao expert, a sword that condensed the overall situation.

Even if they were allowed to make this strike again, it would still be impossible.

This sword was a contest over the future direction of the Sword Sect.

Han Muye could retreat.

He didn't need to take this strike.

Because over this day and night, no one had been able to take a step beyond the sky, proving himself.

But he had to take this strike.

The sword in his heart, the sword of the great path he pursued, was becoming impatient!

His fighting spirit had reached its peak.

Taking a step forward, he raised his short sword.

His eyes were clear, and he murmured softly.

The voice was low, audible only to himself.

"I, Han Muye, have a sword in my hand. I have to protect the Dao in my heart. Immortals and gods of the world, who can break my sword?"

The sword thrust forward.

The green sword light was gentle and elegant, like a headband.

But this sword pierced through the void.

Broke through.

Broke through the space of one world.

Broke through the space of two worlds.

Broke through the space of three worlds.

Broke through the space of countless worlds, the sword light transformed into a brilliant radiance, devouring the long sword formed by the thirty-two sword intents.

"Condense myriad realms into one sword. This is… the method of the Spirit Sword!" In front of the Xuntian Hall, the sword light on the old man's body surged, and he exclaimed in a low voice.

"The Spirit Sword, he used it when he made a move in the Burial Immortal City. This kid took that strike." Zhou Sheng's eyes flickered.

In the void, Li Yungang widened his eyes. "Condensing the intent of a sword with the Spirit Sword technique. Back then, he took this strike."

"Being able to comprehend it in just one strike is impressive." A powerful expert from the front spoke with a booming voice, his body surrounded by sword light.

"Integrate Zhu Ming's extensive sword intent, and then secretly condense the sword of the Spirit Sword technique from the myriad worlds." The old man who had been standing with his hands behind his back in front spoke with a hint of admiration in his voice. "In just this day and night of accumulating power without releasing it, he has great restraint."