Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Boom!"

A sword shattered the sword formation in front of them, sending the elite disciples of the Sword Sect flying. Han Muye\'s twin swords crossed, condensing his battle intent.

"This kind of battle isn\'t satisfying at all."

He shouted to the sky, soaring upwards.

The induced sword light turned into waves that surged and shook, breaking through the sky.

"Those below the Void Refinement Realm, don\'t come.

"Those above the Void Refinement Realm, attack together."

His voice reverberated as he merged with his sword, knocking aside billions of layers of clouds and crashing into the void.

Only those above the Void Refinement Realm were qualified to fight after entering the void!

Han Muye\'s words caused ripples among the surrounding divine senses. Many people directly couldn\'t contain their own power, explosively shattering.

Madness?

Arrogance?

This was a true sword cultivator!

With fear in his heart, how could he be called a sword immortal?

Which sword immortal wasn\'t arrogant?

Countless sword lights lit up and shot into the sky!

Within a radius of 100,000 miles, the sword shone like stars.

Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, the number one Sword Dao sect in the Fuyu Immortal World.

"Great! Our Sword Sect hasn\'t seen such arrogant Sword Immortals in tens of thousands of years! This battle, I must watch closely." An old white-haired swordsman burst into laughter, transforming into a green sword that soared into the sky, breaking into the void.

There were many elders of the Sword Sect like him.

Sword cultivators were belligerent to the core.

With a sword in hand, why say anything?

Fight!

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, you\'re indeed arrogant and domineering, truly exceptional and arrogant. Don\'t let our Sword Sect\'s glory be lost." A voice sounded out in the sky, and it was old and dignified.

"Here."

A group of sword immortals above the Void Refinement Realm flew away and broke through the sky.

But as fast as they came, they retreated even faster.

"Bang!"

A sword light descended, pressing the first three Refining Void Sword Immortals beneath the sky.

Han Muye\'s two swords crossed the sky and blocked everyone\'s path.

"If you want to fight in the void against me, let me see if you have the qualification."

Han Muye raised his sword and pointed it forward.

"If you can\'t even withstand a single strike from me, don\'t come."

Only by catching a sword could one qualify for a void battle!

What kind of disdain was this?

"Clang—"

A sword light flashed, carrying a power that could shatter a world, and stabbed towards Han Muye\'s chest.

Strong.

It was fast.

As soon as the sword light appeared, endless waves were swept up, as if the sky was collapsing.

However, the sword light was blocked by a green headband.

With a twist of his headband, he shattered the sword light and led the pale-faced Sword Sect elite to fall to the ground.

"Yunchen Hall\'s Tao Tianyu, peak Void Refinement Realm. With a sword of stars in one hand, he can fight against the Void Transformation Realm."

"Can\'t stop a single sword!"

The elites of the Sword Clan gathered in the Heavenly Gate were in an uproar.

The elders of the Sword Sect in the distance all had solemn expressions.

"Watch the sword."

With a deep shout, a sword light transformed into a dragon, mobilizing the power of heaven and earth, and roared out.

By the time this sword appeared, it had already shattered half of the sky, the dragon extended its claws, swooping down towards Han Muye\'s head.

Transformation Void!

This sword was already the power to transform into the void and fused with the Grotto-heaven hidden in the void. The power of convergence was not something that the Void Refinement Realm could withstand.

Han Muye raised his hand, the green headband transformed into a short sword, cleaving down.

The sword he held in his right hand shattered into countless sword lights, forming an array that locked onto the dragon.

"Bang!"

The headband shattered the sword light, the fragmented sword swirled around, wrapping around the disciple who attacked, and tossing them out of the sky.

No retreat.

No letting up on the sword!

"Even the elite of three halls, Gu Ming, can\'t break through the void…" The elite disciples of the Sword Sect, who were ready to draw their swords, looked on in shock.

Twin swords in the air, Han Muye\'s battle intent and sword intent converged, a faint hint of killing intent intertwined.

"Concentrate your spirit and energy into one sword; no wonder even Chief Li Yun just now couldn\'t withstand his single sword." Not far away, an old man in a gray robe said, his eyes flickering with light.

"I always feel that his sword technique isn\'t so simple." Another elderly man frowned at Han Muye, softly speaking.

"First provoke the fighting spirit of the elite disciples of the Sword Sect with the overall situation, then challenge with a single sword to display his brilliance," a plainly dressed old man smiled lightly. "And now, another sword crosses the sky.

"Step by step, poised to win. No wonder he managed to accomplish something that others couldn\'t achieve in tens of thousands of years or even longer in the Yunteng Wasteland in just 10 years."

Outside the sky, several figures stood side by side.

However, the immortal light on their bodies was dim, making it impossible for others to detect them.

Li Yungang, a Zenith Heaven expert who could defeat Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian, was also among them, but he could only stand at the back. Moreover, his face did not have the arrogance that Chief Li had.

Because before him stood several individuals, each of them surpassing the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm!

Immortal Lords.

Sword Dao Immortal Lords.

These people were the true core of the Sword Sect. Each of them was a powerhouse who dominated the Immortal Realm.

"Gathering momentum, disrupting momentum, controlling momentum. The power of 2,320 elites is manipulated by a single mind, and the method is not bad.

"Can this child be considered a backup?" A man in a coarse robe spoke softly.

He looked at Han Muye with an indifferent expression.

"The Burial Immortal City needs a ruler, but he…" Another old man shook his head, whispering softly, "He\'s too weak."

Weak.

In the eyes of these mighty figures, Han Muye\'s sword strike was too weak to defeat all the elites of the Sword Sect.

The others did not refute.

"The Spiritual Sword can control a third of the God-slaying Puppet Fighter. If he can gain the recognition of the Spirit Sword, perhaps there\'s still a chance." A man in a green robe spoke up.

"Hope is faint." The old man standing with his hands behind his back in front sighed, his eyes deep and starry.