Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

A hundred miles away, Han Muye raised his sword again.

The Four-Armed Flying Ape, Cultivator He Tuo, who had lost an arm, had a gloomy expression. There were traces of blood on his severed arm, and his three other arms were flashing with saber light.

He had never encountered such a sword cultivator before.

At this moment, he was filled with fear.

However, the moment he saw Han Muye raise his sword, the last trace of rationality in his heart disappeared.

Kill!

Only by killing this sword cultivator in front of him could he avenge himself!

His three long sabers triggered the waves, and the saber light quietly attacked Han Muye amidst the clouds.

This time, the saber light was not only swift, but it also merged with the sea silently!

With a single slash, the water flow was halted!

This blade had entered the Dao!

Han Muye’s eyes lit up. He chuckled and stabbed out with his sword.

He had drawn the power of his soul to provoke the other party to attack earlier because he wanted to see this saber move!

He drew his saber and cut off the water.

This four-armed flying ape demon named He Tuo had cultivated his clan’s inherited saber technique to the extreme and had his own comprehension.

Han Muye comprehended this saber technique in the scene, but he wanted to see it with his own eyes.

The saber beam merged with the water cloud and appeared three feet behind Han Muye, quietly stabbing down like a sword.

There were three long sabers with gentle saber lights.

Lifting something heavy as though it was light.

If not for the competition of the Great Dao and the gathering of the experts in the world, how could Han Muye have the chance to fight such an expert?

Han Muye smiled and reversed the Green Destiny Sword, blocking the saber behind him.

With a flick of his left hand, the Purple Flame Sword that was wrapped in golden Great Spirit qi fell off again.

The Four-armed Flying Ape only had two arms left!

He Tuo roared in fear and retreated crazily.

Hundreds of miles away, the Heaven Realm demons froze.

In the blink of an eye, the battle ended too quickly.

From the time He Tuo fought Han Muye to the time his arms were severed, the entire process took less than 10 breaths.

A great cultivator with peerless Heaven Realm Sword Dao cultivation was defeated just like that.

Seeing the crazy He Tuo escape, Han Muye shook his head and put away the long sabers that had fallen. He did not chase after him anymore.

A Heaven Realm expert with a shattered state of mind could no longer be considered a Heaven realm expert.

Such a Heaven Realm expert could even be killed by a third or fifth level Earth Realm or Golden Core Realm expert.

This was a place of Dao competition. How far could he escape?

In the Endless Sea, several demons were quietly chasing in the direction of He Tuo’s escape.

Whether he could survive depended on fate.

Han Muye held his swords horizontally and looked up into the distance.

Over there, dozens of Peak Nascent Soul Realm experts seem to be looking forward to it? he thought.

Han Muye let out a long laugh. He returned the two swords to the sword cases and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

“Heavenly Mystic Sword Cultivator Han Muye is here to seek guidance—”

Sword cultivator, challenge.

The Heaven Realm cultivators looked at each other. Some of them looked like they wanted to retreat.

Defeating a Four-Armed Flying Ape in 10 breaths and breaking two of his arms. There were very few people here who could defeat him.

“Feng Zihe from the Huayan Sword Sect of the Western Frontier is here to accept the challenge!”

A white-bearded old man with a bright sword in his hand flew forward. With a sweep, his sword turned into a strong wind that enveloped Han Muye’s head.

As soon as the sword light appeared, the astral wind wrapped around Han Muye.

“Magic treasure!”

Someone exclaimed.

This sword was actually a magic treasure.

When the power of magic treasures and sword cultivation were combined, their combat strength would increase by more than 10 times.

The faces of a few people who had fought with Feng Zihe earlier turned pale.

If Feng Zihe had attacked with his magic treasure sword just now, I would have died, they thought.

As the wind wrapped around him, Han Muye’s expression did not change.

Although the astral wind was strong, it could not kill him directly.

However, this Sword Dao technique used wind as a blade.

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Wind lineage.

Han Muye’s gaze passed through the illusory astral winds and his mind was pressured to the limit.

“Clang—”

The long sword was unsheathed. Sword light flashed, and a tornado that had shrunk countless times appeared.

One, two, a hundred, a thousand!

The strong wind outside blew inwards.

The wind and clouds intersected and dissipated.

Outsiders only saw the astral winds wreaking havoc, but they did not see the calmness of the winds.

Feng Zihe frowned and no longer hesitated. He flew up and slashed down with his sword.

This sword strike was heavy. Before the sword came down, it broke through the astral winds, revealing Han Muye, who was walking leisurely.

Seeing Feng Zihe pounce over, Han Muye laughed and his sword rolled back.

...

Wind current.

Thousands of wind currents wrapped around Feng Zihe and turned him into a strong wind.

Break the wind with the wind?

Wind against wind!

“No matter how strong he is, a cool breeze caresses the hills, borrowing the wind and clouds to touch the autumn wind.

“Wind Lineage, First Sword, Floating Clouds.”

The wind blew the clouds and shattered them!

As Han Muye shouted, the clouds rolled and the wind dissipated. Sword light flashed. The wind was a sword!

“Slash—”

Feng Zihe could not block the sword light that flashed around him at all. He could only explode his own sword light and open a path.

By the time he landed a thousand feet away, he was already drenched in blood.

Gently touching his neck, Feng Zihe’s face turned pale.

A thin wound with a trace of golden Great Spirit made his heart beat continuously.

The sword went deeper, and he was already dead.

“I admit defeat.” Feng Zihe turned to look at the floating star heart, cupped his hands at Han Muye, and turned to leave.

After being defeated with a single strike, if he still didn’t leave, would he be courting death?

“Thank you for letting me win.” Han Muye smiled and waved his hand. The shattered astral wind around him turned into a green sword and was held in his hand.

Magic treasures and swords.

Although Feng Zihe’s heart ached, he could only turn around and fly away.

Could he still bring back the sword?

Han Muye, who was standing where he was, held the hilt of his sword with his palm and injected the Great Spirit and sword Qi at the same time.

Sword light flashed, and the long sword vibrated.

Feng Zihe, who was flying in the distance, let out a muffled groan. Blood flowed out of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with shock.

In just a few breaths of time, the magic treasure that’s equivalent to my sword has been refined?

What kind of sword cultivator is this?

He’s simply a monster.

Han Muye held the magic sword in his hand and slowly walked forward while looking at the images flashing in his mind.

The Western Frontier was a major world with many experts.

The Huayan Sword Sect was also a large sect. Their swordsmanship was superb, and there were hundreds of great cultivators who entered the Dao with the sword.

There were even Sword Sages who used swords to reincarnate.

Feng Zihe was just a law enforcement elder in the sect. His cultivation had reached a bottleneck, so he came to participate in the Dao Competition and wanted to take the opportunity to break through.

With the sword in hand, Han Muye saw the Sword Dao inheritance of the Huayan Sword Sect.

Wind.

Thirteen Wind Lineage Sword Techniques could pursue the Great Dao of Heavenly Secrets.

Han Muye gently put the sword into the sword case and looked up, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

“Heavenly Mystic Sword Cultivator Han Muye is here to seek guidance—”