Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 398: Deng Chungang Returns, Teleportation Array Appears (2)

“The monk from the Xuankong Temple said that you’re very strong. If I don’t come back, the inheritance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect will be handed to you.”

In the sky, the clouds and lightning combined with the voice and rumbled.

The sound caused the snowy mountains to tremble, and an avalanche appeared.

“When you get first place in the nine sects later, let me see if you’re qualified to control the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s inheritance.”

Deng Chungang’s voice was filled with endless battle intent!

The first place of the nine sects seemed to be child’s play. Instead, the inheritance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was more important.

Deng Chungang wanted to fight Han Muye!

Han Muye’s eyes lit up and he nodded gently. “Okay.”

Good!

Hearing Han Muye’s answer, Deng Chungang laughed loudly, and the snowy mountains behind him smashed down!

“You Spiritual Armored Demons still haven’t given up and want to taint the Northern Region?

“Alright, I’ll suppress as many as you send!”

Of the three snowy mountains, one directly smashed into the Jialing River.

One of them fell towards a dragon pillar.

The last one exploded, turning into a 10,000-foot long snow sword that slashed down!

“Boom!”

The snowy mountain smashed into the river, immediately breaking the river in the middle. Countless black-armored fish demons were pressed down the mountain and turned into powder.

Blood qi and demonic qi filled the sky.

On the 100,000-foot-tall snowy mountain, snow fog rose and gathered the black-armored fish demons’ blood qi and demonic qi, turning them into blood-colored beads.

Seeing this, Han Muye looked surprised.

This method was clearly a method to control the sword pill!

“It’s Hidden Mountain. Hidden Mountain Sword Pill.”

Daoist Dayan’s voice sounded with a hint of surprise.

“There are a total of six Hidden Mountain Sword Pills. They are the suppression of the mountains and rivers in the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation.

“This Deng Chungang must have obtained the Hidden Mountain Sword Pill and went to the Northern Region to suppress the snow demons.

“I suspect that this is a trump card left behind by Sword Venerable Yuan Tian.”

At this point, Daoist Dayan whispered, “Han Muye, what you and Deng Chungang are fighting for is probably not only the inheritance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

It was not only the inheritance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, but also the inheritance of the Sword Venerable Yuan Tian!

“Boom!”

The second snowy mountain crashed into the sky above the dragon pillar, turning the demons surrounding the dragon pillar into a bloody mist before retracting.

Han Muye raised his eyebrows.

He had used the blood essence of these demons to water the dragon pillar. He could not let Deng Chungang take them all.

With a low shout, the Cloud Dragon Sword flew out and killed a few more black-armored fish demons.

“Roar—”

On the Jialing River, there was a roar and a tall figure in a black robe rushed out.

Heaven Realm!

There was more than one!

Five more figures rushed out from the river.

Deng Chungang, who was holding a large sword, laughed and flew out.

At this moment, there was no longer any suspense in the competition between the nine sects.

On the dragon pillar of the Spiritual Dao Sect, Lu Qingchen and the three figures behind him had gloomy expressions as they stared at the dragon pillar of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect rising rapidly.

No one could stop him.

No one dared to stop him.

At the last moment, a Heaven Realm expert who could fight six people alone came to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect!

On the Jialing River, the sword light illuminated the river.

The six Heaven Realm demons could not suppress Deng Chungang’s sword light.

This number one direct disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, who was not very famous in the Western Frontier, had already displayed combat strength that no one dared to guess.

Above the clouds, there was silence.

“Buzz!”

When the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s dragon pillar reached 5,000 feet, the world shook and a roar came from the ground.

All the dragon pillars began to tremble.

Above the cloud, Immortal Wan Hua and Li Mubai were overjoyed.

Han Muye looked down.

Streaks of golden spiritual qi had already spread out at some point.

This was the Sword Qi of the Mountain of Dao Sword.

The Mountain Dao Sword had already been broken, and its power had been suppressed for so many years. If not for the blood of the Great Demon, it would not have been able to wake up.

At this moment, the suppressed dragon pillar was pulled up and the blood qi of a great demon was infused into it to activate the power of the Dao Sword.

Standing on the dragon pillar, Han Muye raised his hand and grabbed the sword hanging in front of him.

The long sword was the sword of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sword Pavilion Elder, Zhu Shen.

This sword represented the humiliation of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and the hardships of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

He reached out to grab the hilt and injected sword qi into it.

Images appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect suffered heavy losses and their experts languished.

The Sword Pavilion elders died one after another.

The kind-looking old man cultivated day and night and finally merged with the long sword, gathering the power of half a step into the Heaven Realm.

The old man fought far and near to protect the precarious Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Until the descendants of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect grew up and had the ability to protect themselves.

A letter enraged the old man. He flew down the mountain after the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect failed to persuade him to stay.

The Spiritual Dao Sect.

It was indeed the Spiritual Dao Sect.

The Spiritual Dao Sect used the relic of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sword Pavilion elder as a threat to lure Elder Zhu Shen down the mountain and attack together.

In this battle, the Spiritual Dao Sect had suffered considerable casualties.

After this battle, the inheritance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sword Pavilion was incomplete. The juniors could only protect themselves and were no longer a threat to the few sects.

After this battle, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect finally had a chance to recuperate.

Elder Zhu Shen’s Plain Wish Sword was taken away by the Spiritual Dao Sect and had been hidden in a secret vault. Now he took it out to suppress the Nine Mystic Sword Sect that had risen again.

Holding the sword hilt, Han Muye trembled.

A dark spiritual light flashed on the sword and entered his body.

“Kid, this sword has been restricted by a major cultivator from the outer realm. Run!”

That was Elder Zhu Shen’s remnant soul!

Han Muye felt it.

The power of space.

Just as his sword energy was injected into the sword, a spatial teleportation power was activated.

“Buzz!”

A light formation appeared in the void of space.

Daoist Wan Hua laughed and raised his hand. A spiritual light landed on it.

It was a glowing spiritual rock.