Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

He raised his hand and led the battle formation behind him.

The black cavalry ran faster and faster, slowly turning into a surging black torrent that charged towards Han Muye.

The power of bloodlust sealed the surrounding world and stabilized the space, turning it into a blood-colored curtain that covered a radius of hundreds of miles, making it impossible for Han Muye to escape.

“I underestimated it. Invincible Han should have acted earlier to prevent the gathering of the formation’s power,” a half-armored old man stroked his beard and shook his head.

“Indeed, once the Essence Demon Sect’s Dao Soldier Array is activated, they will fight to the death. Not to mention a heaven-defying sword immortal, even a Void Refinement Heaven Immortal will probably have to go all out.”

The Heaven Immortal realm was just a step away, yet it spanned a distance of thousands of miles.

The Void Hollowing Realm and the Void Refinement Realm looked like they were only one level apart, but their combat power was worlds apart.

The strength of the Essence Demon Sect’s Dao Soldiers had long been rumored throughout the wasteland.

At this moment, as he saw the rushing torrent of blood-red power, it truly seemed like an overwhelming force, dominating the battlefield with its terrifying aura.

“Good array formation.”

Han Muye looked at the surging torrent and murmured softly, his gaze falling on the black-armored warrior who had spoken.

By this time, this general had retreated tens of thousands of feet, positioning himself at the center of the battle formation.

Quite clever, knowing the principle of catching the thief by catching the leader, he directly concealed himself in the center of the military formation, making it impossible for anyone to assassinate him.

Indeed, a Sword Immortal, no matter how powerful, could not directly confront an army of 100,000.

The only thing he could do was to launch a surprise attack and kill the leading general, causing the formation to collapse.

Unfortunately, Han Muye was not going to charge into the formation as they had expected.

A green sword appeared in his hand.

No one knew that this was his Essence Soul sword.

The Slaughter Sword.

The Sword Dao emphasized killing, and this sword was specifically condensed for that purpose.

“Kill.”

Han Muye took three steps forward and swung his hand down, instantly cleaving the soldier who had rushed forward with a long spear to pierce Han Muye’s face into two halves.

Solidified blood energy scattered in all directions, causing the soldiers in the formation to have blood-red eyes and their blood and qi surging as if their bodies were about to burst.

Han Muye held a green sword in his hand, and with each collision with a soldier, three or five of them were horizontally slashed by a single sword.

The area 30 feet around him became a restricted area.

Traces of blood-colored murderous aura were guided and poured into the intermediate cloud sword that had turned into frost above Han Muye’s head.

To outsiders, Han Muye seemed to use this frost-powered long sword to suppress and digest the Blood Slaughter aura that could disturb one’s mind.

This method was very orthodox.

However, no one knew that more than 80% of the bloody aura gathered at this moment had been absorbed by the Essence Soul Slaughtering Sword in Han Muye’s hand.

What outsiders saw was merely superficial.

The battle continued.

It was hard to imagine that Han Muye’s choice was to engage in a battle within the war formation against the Dao soldiers.

Sword flashes flickered, and a continuous stream of sword shadows rose, accompanied by bursts of blood.

With each strike, several lives were taken.

The sword in Han Muye’s hand became faster and faster. The corpses around him piled up into a mountain, forcing him to move forward.

After traveling for 10 miles, a 10-mile blood path was paved.

No one said anything as everyone looked at the killing field.

Who would have thought that Han Muye would choose to fight the Dao soldiers head-on with a single sword?

“His sword seems to be faster?”

Someone noticed something amiss.

As expected, the sword light in Han Muye’s hand was a bit faster.

“It’s also stronger…” someone said softly, a profound look in his eyes.

Previously, Han Muye had killed three to five battle formation soldiers with one strike, but now, every strike would take dozens of lives.

Could it be that killing would also make Invincible Han stronger?

That made sense. After all, he was a sword cultivator. It was normal for him to cultivate a few mystic techniques that increased his combat strength through the power of slaughter.

How could a sword cultivator not be good at killing?

“Change formation—”

As Han Muye continued for another 10 miles, he had unknowingly slaughtered 5,000 soldiers.

Five thousand soldiers accounted for half of the entire army in front of him.

So much slaughter in one go was jaw-dropping.

Many cultivators who specialized in Dao techniques and were slightly weaker in combat had already turned pale.

The killing intent would quietly affect one’s mind, making it impossible for one to gather strength.

After half of their combat strength was killed, the Essence Demon Sect’s Dao Soldier Formation had no choice but to change its formation.

“Boom!”

A 10,000-foot black bear phantom, condensed with the aura of slaughter, appeared.

It had a black body and shoulder armor that was covered in green flames.

In his hand was a green saber that was 1,300 feet long. The blade was like a door, but it was 3,000 feet wide.

This door could directly crush a huge mountain.

“Roar—”

The black bear roared and swung the saber in its hand, causing a forceful gust to shake and shatter the void beneath it.

Han Muye was the first to bear the brunt. Under the saber, his body was imprisoned and he could not move at all.

In fact, he had been carrying the power of imprisonment since he engaged the war formation.

He possessed the power of a divine beast, carrying an endless burden, yet still steadily moving forward.

At this moment, under this long saber, the restrictive power reached its limit, causing the space around him to shatter inch by inch.

This was a confrontation between his strength and the power of imprisonment, the two forces conflicting so immensely that the space could not bear it, resulting in cracks.

Han Muye raised his sword in his hand and, amidst the horrified gazes of everyone, faced the descending long saber head-on.

It was like an ant fighting an elephant.

Such a situation was an unimaginable contrast.

“Boom!”

The sword light and the saber light collided, producing a loud explosion.

However, Han Muye, who was like an ant under the long saber, did not move. The sword in his hand remained steady.