Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

759 Slaying a Semi-God Realm Expert, 100,000 Sword Cores!

A thousand miles away, flames soared into the sky!

That was where the Clear Wind Sword Sect was located.

“Buzz!”

Explosions sounded in the void.

“Report to the disciples of the Clear Wind Sword Sect that the Spiritual Armored Demon Clan has invaded on a large scale. The sect is in danger. The elders and I are determined to fight to the death with the enemy.

“Disciples from all sides are not allowed to return for reinforcement, leaving the legacy of the Clear Wind Sword Sect intact…”

A deep voice sounded.

His voice resounded three times in a row.

When the sect master fought to the death, disciples were not allowed to return!

They were going to perish together!

Lu Wuming and the few Heaven Realm elders of the Clear Wind Sword Sect all looked sad. They gritted their teeth and looked in the direction of the mountain gate.

On the other side, his fellow disciples were fighting to the death.

However, the sect master had ordered that disciples from all over the world were not allowed to return to reinforce them.

This was because the enemy was too strong. Even if the entire sect gathered their strength, they would only be courting death.

It was better for the disciples to keep their lives and leave behind the sect’s inheritance.

Below, the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect were at a loss. Many of them were crying.

Most of the cultivators in the sect had already treated the sect as their home.

At this moment, their home was about to be destroyed.

The surrounding itinerant cultivators also had complicated expressions.

Many of them were the same. Their sects were destroyed, and they could only become independent cultivators.

“What should we do?” A Golden Core deacon of the Clear Wind Sword Sect gritted his teeth and looked at the green-robed elder beside him.

The elder widened his eyes and did not speak.

If the enemy was strong, going back would be courting death.

The sect master had already ordered that no one was to return to reinforce them.

However, were they really not going back?

“Clang!”

With a sword cry, the white-haired and green-robed elder of the Clear Wind Sword Sect stepped forward with a long sword in his hand.

“Lu Wuming, lead the disciples and leave. I’ll go to the mountain gate to rescue them.”

Sword light swirled around his body, and a sharp halo that shot into the sky flashed.

An absolute aura instantly filled the air.

“I, Fang Yihe, was born and raised in the Clear Wind Sword Sect. The sect is my home.

“Today, the demons besieged our Clear Wind Sword Sect. Fang Yihe’s life will be returned to the sect.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew into the sky.

Fang Yihe flew away. The others looked at each other. Some followed him, while others hesitated.

For a time, the disciples of the Clear Wind Sword Sect became scattered sand.

Han Muye shook his head and looked at the independent cultivators below.

The fighting spirit of a cultivator came from a firm belief. As long as the belief existed, there was no danger to life and death. Without belief, one would not have the strength to fight.

“We’re both Heavenly Mystic sword cultivators. How can I, Han Muye, be indifferent when I see the Clear Wind Sword Sect being surrounded?

“Today, Han Muye and the Eastern Sea sword cultivators will live and die together—”

His voice was clear and resounded for thousands of miles!

Live and die together!

As a grand sword cultivator, he would not go back on his word.

“We will live and die together!” Qi Ziming, who was holding a long sword, shouted.

“Live and die together—”

The surrounding sword cultivators all shouted as sword light surged and gathered on their bodies.

At this moment, the morale that had already dissipated began to gather again.

Han Muye drew his sword and flew away with the ten thousand independent cultivators behind him.

The sword cultivators of the Clear Wind Sword Sect, who were at a loss, followed behind the sword formation and rushed towards the mountain gate of the Clear Wind Sword Sect.

Live and die together!

At that moment, they only wanted to live and die together with their fellow disciples in the mountain gate.

With a black-armored demon blocking him, Han Muye waved the sword in his hand and killed him.

They arrived at the thousand-mile sea area in a short while.

Boundless demonic qi surged and engulfed the entire island in front of him.

The gate of the Clear Wind Sword Sect had been tightly surrounded.

...

The scattered disciples of the Wind Sword Sect were being attacked on all sides and killed.

“Kill.”

Han Muye shouted and activated the sword light in his hand, slashing down.

He didn’t use much of his own power, but the sword light formed by the 10,000 itinerant cultivators behind him had formed a thousand-foot-long sword that slashed down from the sky.

The sword light howled like thunder!

“Boom!”

The sword light directly shattered the black-armored demons surrounding the Clear Wind Sword Sect disciples.

“You’re courting death!” There was a low shout from the demonic qi ahead. A figure in black armor holding a long saber in his hand took a step forward, bringing with him a clear saber qi of thousands of feet.

The saber qi collided with the sword shadow, and the sound of mountains collapsing and the ground cracking could be heard.

Out of Body Realm cultivator!

On the other side, several cultivators appeared.

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Fang Yihe and the others, who had flown over previously, returned in a sorry state and met up with Han Muye and the others.

Several black-armored cultivators in the void of space suppressed all directions.

Han Muye and the sword cultivators behind him were surrounded by several great cultivators.

No wonder the sect master of the Clear Wind Sword Sect did not allow his disciples to rescue them. It was because these spiritual armored demons were there to surround and attack the reinforcements!

No matter how many disciples came to rescue them, they were all courting death!

The sword cultivators behind Han Muye were all pale and trembling under the pressure of the great cultivator.

Han Muye held a long sword in front of him and looked at the black-armored figure in front of him. His gaze swept across the surrounding black-armored cultivators.

“Brothers, are you afraid of death?”

Han Muye shouted.

Afraid of death?

Of course they were.

Everyone was afraid of death.

Weren’t they cultivating hard just to be able to live longer?

Although no one spoke, the solemn atmosphere was already an answer.

Han Muye pointed his sword forward, his eyes sparkling. “I’m afraid of death too.”

Yes, a talented genius like Han Muye should have a glorious future.

As long as he did not die, he had a chance to step into the peak of the world.

Why would such a person risk his life?

“Brother Han, we, we’ll protect you and kill our way out.” Qi Ziming gritted his teeth and tried his best to make his voice coherent.

The divine souls of the surrounding great cultivators clashed, making it difficult for them to even stand in the void.

“Kill your way out, Immortal Han. You can’t die here,” Lu Wuming said in a low voice.