Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Had he really rushed into the Grotto-heaven?

Another Heaven Immortal expert looked at Han Muye, who was where his Ruyi had smashed down.

Was this Sword Immortal arrogant or ignorant?

No matter how strong his Sword Dao was, he couldn’t enter someone else’s Grotto-heaven to hunt them down, right?

A hint of ruthlessness flashed across his face as his finger moved lightly.

This person’s sword had entered the Grotto-heaven. Wouldn’t it be easy for him to kill that sword immortal without a sword in hand?

Since that was the case…

His fingers trembled and he suddenly looked up in fear.

In the sky, a dark crack had appeared at some point.

The floating illusory Grotto-heaven was torn open by the crack. A long sword rushed out and slashed at him.

This was his last remaining memory.

With a flash of sword light, he was pierced by the sword before he could even summon his Grotto-heaven.

The sword tip turned around and struck the ruyi, shattering it.

“Buzz!”

The sword vibrated and landed in Han Muye’s hand.

Refreshing!

Kill all the enemy bandits!

The killing intent and sword intent on the sword surged into his body, causing Han Muye’s eyes to glow.

After entering the Heaven Immortal realm, apart from cultivating in the Grotto-heaven, there was also the accumulation of one’s Great Dao.

At this moment, he had killed his enemy with a single strike, and the increase in Sword Dao power was several times greater than he had imagined.

With such cultivation, even Golden Immortals were not unattainable existences!

Han Muye slowly raised his head and looked at the scattered cultivators in the distance.

Whether it was the Daoist who represented the Dao Sect and had his horsetail whisk shattered by Han Muye, or the other experts in Puyuan City, they all scattered and fled for their lives.

Without chasing after it, Han Muye raised his hand and waved, putting the floating golden hammer into his palm.

Spiritual treasure.

Not bad.

Turning around, Murong Fu and the others respectfully drove the flying ship over.

Below, several immortal lights flew over.

…

The Murong Family, which was supposed to be destroyed, attracted a Sword Dao expert at the last moment.

This sword immortal expert killed the Hu family’s Heaven Immortal Patriarch and destroyed his Grotto-heaven.

The First Elder of the Su family in Three Forests City was also killed with a single strike.

Other experts who besieged the Mu Family suffered heavy losses.

After this battle, the overall strength in Puyuan City plummeted.

But all of this had nothing to do with the Mu Family.

Even if they held back, did these attackers not intend to kill them and leave a way out for the Mu Family?

In Puyuan City, a group of cultivation family clans quietly left the city.

The Murong clan seemed to have won a great victory, but Daoist Zhu Yun, who guarded the three cities, would not give up easily.

It was impossible for the Cloud Mist Dao Sect to lose face just like that.

“So, are you choosing to let me take the descendants of the Mu Family away?” In the main hall of the Mu Family, Han Muye, who sat at the head, turned to look at the black-robed swordsman sitting below him.

Murong Chi.

He looked to be in his forties. His face was pale, and the sword intent on his body surged, making it difficult to suppress.

He was a sword cultivator who wanted to use the Sword Dao to go against the flow. His cultivation level had just entered the Heavenly Venerable realm and he was invincible among his peers, but he was very far from being a Heaven Immortal expert.

He couldn’t even find his own path to transcendence.

If it weren’t for the fact that he had the Murong family’s clan-protecting treasure, the Murong family wouldn’t have been able to last until now.

However, he did not protect the Murong family’s confidence in front of the guardian of the Cloud Mist Dao Sect.

Daoist Zhu Yun would not let the matter rest.

The next time he came, it would probably be the day the Murong family was destroyed.

Even the Cloud Water Sword Immortal in front of him could not stop it.

Murong Chi had already heard Murong Fu’s report.

The new rising powerhouse in the Cloudveil Wasteland, the friend of Murong Zheng’s granduncle back then, was also an elite of the Mysterious Spirit Sword Sect.

If it were anywhere else, such an expert would naturally be able to protect the Murong clan.

However, this place was under the rule of the Cloud Mist Dao Sect.

How could Sword Immortal Yun Lan, who did not have the background of the Dao Sect, protect the Murong Family?

Moreover, this Yunlan Sword Immortal had drawn his sword and killed someone. He had already angered all parties, and he did not know if he could leave Puyuan City.

“Senior Yun Lan, Daoist Zhu Yun is the guardian of the three cities. He can mobilize the forces of the three cities and even issue a recruitment order.”

Murong Chi revealed a serious expression and shook his head. “Besides, Daoist Zhu Yun is a Heaven Immortal expert to begin with. He’s not an ordinary guardian.”

Just like the Sword Sect, the Cloud Mist Dao Sect also sent their elite experts down to prepare for the control of the Immortal Ascension Platform. At the same time, they dealt with the chaos in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

Daoist Zhu Yun was the expert who came to control the three cities five years ago, the Heaven Immortal Void Refinement Realm.

“You should know that I am a sword cultivator,” Han Muye waved his hand, interrupting Murong Chi’s words.

Turning around, Han Muye looked at Murong Chi and said calmly, “Your sword lacks sharpness. With this level of cultivation, it’s impossible for you to defy the heavens and achieve Immortal Ascension.”

Murong Chi’s expression darkened.

He knew what Han Muye said was true.

But for the sake of the family, he could only continue like this.

“Your Mu Family’s experts have been missing for 3,000 years. Haven’t you gone to look for them?” Seeing Murong Chi’s expression, Han Muye changed the topic.

Murong Chi sighed and nodded. “Naturally, we have searched for them.

“The Seniors of my Murong clan are all at the Dripping Blood Cliff, resisting the attacks of the Chaotic Source Void and the Snowfall Immortal Realm.

“Casualties, heavy casualties.”

Dripping Blood Cliff.

Han Muye frowned.

If it weren’t for investigating many sword memories in the immortal realm over the years, Han Muye wouldn’t have known the name Dripping Blood Cliff.

He had seen the name Dripping Blood Cliff from a spiritual treasure sword.

There were also battles and attacks between different realms, and the strange beasts in the void would rush into the immortal realm through some special places.

Dripping Blood Cliff, Soul-Severing Valley, Burial Immortal City.

These three major battlefields were the greatest consumption for several major forces.

Most of the Heavenly Immortals and Golden Immortals from the Fuyu Immortal Realm were stationed in these three places.