Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Nirvana.

It was the ultimate power of the ancient fire attribute, the power of an undying phoenix.

Han Muye, who was standing on a great river, had a calm expression. He raised his hand, and the sword light was cold.

"The 30,000-mile river enters the sea to the east, and the 5,000-foot mountain rises into the sky. The golden wind cleanses the Heavenly Tribulation, and the sword determines life and death."

One strike to determine life and death.

As the poem was written, a sword light appeared.

A sword light that spanned 30,000 miles immediately slashed the phantom of the mountains and rivers above the Guan Estuary and the body of the phoenix.

"Boom!"

The mountains and rivers were shattered, and the phoenix was shattered.

Half of the phantom carried the phoenix's body and flowed towards the Eastern Sea. The other half followed the current and headed towards the Southern Wasteland.

Between heaven and earth, the Spiritual Wave surged. The entire river was illuminated by a fiery red spiritual light, and the setting sun was like blood.

The power of the Heavenly Mystic World directly killed the world's top expert, Divine Lord Xuan Ming!

The world returned to silence, and numerous golden seals floated silently.

In the Imperial City, Lu Yang personally led the Mystic Sun Guards and the Red Flame Army to rush out and head towards the surrounding prefectures.

Conquering the rebels.

At this moment, everyone in the Mysterious Heavenly World lost their voices.

The Daoist Sect experts gathered but didn't say a word.

Whoever spoke today would become the next Divine Lord Xuan Ming!

A great cultivator who could defeat a Half-Sage was killed by this sword.

This was the true power of the Heavenly Mystic Realm!

Although Half-Sage Wang Muyang was powerful, he was not good at fighting and did not have the authority of heaven and earth.

Divine Lord Xuan Ming's victory over Wang Muyang had given the Daoist Sects false hope.

Did they really think that Confucianism had lost its power and that the general trend of the world had changed?

Today's strike taught the cultivators of the eight counties in Dongnan a lesson!

Han Muye sheathed his sword, shook his head, turned around, and paced back to the cabin.

It was not until the spiritual light in the cabin rose and isolated the world that cheers sounded on the deck.

In the other cabins, the accompanying cultivators looked at each other. Some were delighted, while others were at a loss.

"He killed Divine Lord Xuan Ming with a single strike?" The black-robed cultivator whispered in disbelief.

That was a top-notch Semi-God Realm warrior, one of the strongest people in the world.

He was killed with just one strike?

A great cultivator that even a Half-Sage couldn't do anything about couldn't withstand a single strike?

"With the blessing of heaven and earth, using poetry as a sword, I finally know who this Grandmaster Mu Ye is!" A Confucianist cultivator in a long robe and sleeves laughed loudly.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the great cultivator shouted, "The scholar carries a sword and uses poetry as a sword. White Deer Mountain's Grandmaster Han Mu!"

On the deck, Yunduan turned her head and looked at Huang Zhihu.

"Zhihu, let me be your foster father's servant. The way he carried the sword and moved forward is engraved in my heart. I can't forget it…"

Hearing her words, Huang Zhihu came over and sized her up with his big eyes. Then she said in a low voice, "Why don't I send you to his room tonight?"

Yunduan nodded.

"Get lost! What are you thinking about!" Huang Zhihu raised her leg and kicked. Yunduan had already expected this and ran away in a flash. The two of them laughed and joked on the deck, attracting the attention of the soldiers.

Gongsun Qingfeng, who had let out a long sigh of relief, revealed a smile and sat down on the deck.

From the moment Han Muye broke through the clouds and deep gorges with a single sword strike, it had been up and down, with life or death hovering around. Even someone as strong as Gongsun Qingfeng felt like they were no longer in control.

He killed a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator with a single sword strike and then mobilized the power of heaven and earth to kill Divine Lord Xuan Ming.

Gongsun Qingfeng raised his head to look at the tightly shut cabin at the highest point.

The Western Frontier Sword Dao immortal, Han Muye.

He was unimaginably powerful.

It was laughable that he was prepared to challenge him when he returned from his trip to the Eastern Sea.

Forget it.please visit

I have to know his limits.

The great river flowed straight to the Guan Estuary.

The orthodox deities of the water lineage welcomed them along the way.

Along the way, the commoners cheered and knelt by the river.

Yunduan stood at the bow of the ship and waved her hand repeatedly.

No one dared to touch the Daoist sects of the eight counties in the southeast.

Until the 10 large ships turned east from the Guan Estuary and headed for the Eastern Sea.

Master Mu Ye suppressed the eight counties in Dongnan with three strikes. It was even more exciting than the investiture of deities at the Guan Estuary the last time.

Divine Lord Xuan Ming, who had triggered the rise of the Daoist Faction, could not withstand a single strike and was killed. The sect behind him sealed off the mountain and did not come out.

Dozens of cultivators from the Dongnan Daoist Sects gathered, but none of them dared to attack again.

…

In the cabin, Han Muye sat cross-legged.

The surging sword light on his body had already materialized.

The sword light was so strong that if it spread out, it would probably wreak havoc within an area of 10,000 miles.

"The power of the power of heaven and earth is actually just the manifestation of great momentum.

"Sword Qi, Sword Intent, Sword Force, Sword Domain.

"Now that the Heaven and Earth Reincarnation and the power of karma are suppressed by the Dao Competition, it's difficult to form the Sword Domain. Then I'll use all my strength to evolve the sword's momentum."

Han Muye's eyes sparkled with a strong battle intent.

"Eastern Sea, I once said that I would let the Eastern Sea sword cultivators know what the third level of the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords is.

"Now my comprehension of the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords is not as simple as the third level."

A smile flashed across Han Muye's face as he looked ahead. "Master Mo Yuan, what level have you comprehended?"

Han Muye flew up and landed on the roof of the cabin.

Above the river, waves surged.

"Yunduan, it's fine to use Minister Wen's letter and cruise the Eastern Sea, right?" Han Muye looked at the Yunduan on the deck below and asked.

Yunduan had Minister Wen's letter in her hand. This letter could mobilize the power of the Heavenly Mystic Realm.

With this strength, these 10 ships of the Mystic Sun Guards and the Red Flame Army could fight 10 times the enemy.

Using the power of heaven and earth, Gongsun Qingfeng could also fight a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator.

Moreover, this letter could invite the avatar of Minister Wen to descend for a hundred breaths at a critical moment.

Although it was only a hundred breaths of time, it was enough for him to do anything.

The Daoist Sects dared to kill Yunduan because they were certain that Yunduan would not dare to use his letter to summon his avatar.

After all, if she had to draw on the power of the letter before reaching the Eastern Sea, this heir to the throne was too much of a failure.

However, after entering the Eastern Sea, and with the protection of Minister Wen's letter, Yunduan could display her skills.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Yunduan nodded and said, "Don't worry, sir. No problem."

Her gaze fell upon Han Mu, and she lowered her head again.

Han Muye glanced at Huang Zhihu, then at Gongsun Qingfeng. He nodded and flew up.

"Clang—"

He unsheathed the sword.

Sword light flashed as the sword slashed down!

"Boom!"

The river was thousands of miles wide, and the water was dazzling.

Countless Spiritual Armored demons were cut into pieces and flew to the shore. Their blood qi and demonic qi scattered and turned into pillars of smoke.

At some point in time, the Spiritual Armored demons had been lurking here, waiting to be intercepted!

"Sword cultivator Han Muye wants to challenge the Eastern Sea with his sword. Don't disappoint me…"

Stepping on the waves, Han Muye ignored the thousands of charging demons. He shouted and moved his sword eastward.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time!