Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The first sword, Sunken Sword, could withstand countless other swords. The second sword could trap enemies within a sword formation, preventing them from escaping.

The other sword was the sword technique he developed through the legacy of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal and Zhu Mingqing’s Clear Rain Sword.

It could create an unending drizzle or concentrate the power of a myriad of swords, making it stronger than any single sword.

A year ago, Han Muye had used this sword move.

That sword directly confronted the 32 elite sword cultivators in the Lingyun Formation.

However, the sect master of the Sword Sect made a move and used the power of time to reverse the attack.

The power stored in that sword had remained until now!

All for this moment!

When Spirit Sword Golden Immortal’s sword was swung a year ago, it crossed thousands of miles to strike. Today, as Han Muye entered the Immortal Burial City, he naturally wanted to reclaim that sword.

Back then, Spirit Sword Golden Immortal had said that he would wait for him in the Immortal Burial City.

Today, he, Han Muye, came.

“Buzz!”

The green ribbon scattered and turned into a three-foot-long green jade-like sword light.

The sword light was as gentle as water, as if it had no power at all.

Above his head, the vast sword light was about to cut through the world.

The jade sword appeared like swaying grass before it clashed with the sword radiance that slashed through the sky.

“The people from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect who came this time don’t seem too impressive,” someone whispered from the distant city gate.

“Perhaps they’re showing weakness. They can’t just directly overpower the local powers, can they?” someone else chuckled, looking at the two sword radiance about to collide.

There were powerful beings within the city. They couldn’t let the reinforcements from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect be slain the moment they stepped out of the teleportation array, right?

Many people subconsciously turned to look at the towering building at the center of the city.

At this moment, at the top of the tower, five figures of different sizes stood side by side.

“Immortal Lord Zi Yu, aren’t you going to attack? This is a junior of your Sword Sect.” A long-bearded Daoist wearing a light green jade crown chuckled with his hands behind his back and an indifferent expression.

On the other side, the burly man in his forties clenched his fists and snorted coldly. “Spirit Sword has always been arrogant. This time, it’s over.”

The others did not speak, but the corners of their eyes turned to the side, looking at the tall 30-year-old sword cultivator with a black sword on his back.

These five people were the top figures guarding the Immortal Burial City, the five Immortal Lords.

Immortal Lord Yu He of the Dao Sect’s Clear Lotus Dao Sect.

Mystic Spirit Sword Sect’s Immortal Lord Zi Yu.

Heavenly Radiance Sect’s Immortal Lord Hu Yuan.

Blood Battle Sect’s Immortal Lord Tie He.

The last one was a rare Immortal Lord of the demon race, Demon King Tu Tian.

They had guarded this Immortal Burial City for nearly 100,000 years. Although they had different standpoints and were more or less dirty, they had a 100,000-year friendship and got along well with each other.

It could be said that they had entrusted their lives to each other.

“This kid is interesting,” Immortal Lord Zi Yu muttered softly as his gaze landed on Han Muye’s sword light.

Was he really not going to make a move?

The others were slightly stunned.

Although Immortal Lord Yu He used words to mock Immortal Lord Zi Yu, she did not really leave him in the lurch.

With the personality of Immortal Lord Zi Yu, although he was arrogant, it was not impossible for him to not attack at this time, right?

“Spiritual swords are never merciful. Why don’t we save them?” The thin-faced Demon King Tu Tian, who was wearing a feather coat, said in a low voice.

However, Immortal Lord Zi Yu actually did not move.

Eh?

Someone’s eyes lit up.

In front of him, the two sword lights had already collided.

“Boom!”

The sword light collided with the sword light, but as everyone had expected, the sword light of Spirit Sword Golden Immortal shattered Han Muye’s green jade sword light with a single strike.

The sword light intertwined and the two swords intertwined. The green jade sword light and the majestic sword light intertwined and actually kept colliding with each other.

Blocked?

It was blocked!

Countless people widened their eyes.

Everyone in the Immortal Burial City knew who the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal was.

When he attacked, it was always a one-hit kill.

Even if he did not use the power of the Immortal Burial City’s array formation, this strike was not as powerful as an ordinary Golden Immortal.

The Mystic Spirit Sword Sect disciple whose cultivation level clearly had not reached the Golden Immortal realm could actually block a sword strike from Spirit Sword Golden Immortal!

“Good sword technique!”

In the void, there was an advanced shout.

The sound of metal colliding reverberated.

The voice of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal.

Spirit Sword Golden Immortal actually praised someone else’s sword technique!

This was something that had never happened even in the Immortal Burial City

Even Immortal Lord Zi Yu, one of the five guarding Immortal Lords, had not received the praise of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal.

Who exactly had come from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect this time?

Immortal Lord Zi Yu’s eyes flickered.

“Haha, good kid. You can make Spirit Sword suffer.” The advanced and muscular Immortal Lord Hu Yuan punched his palm and roared with laughter.

The others’ eyes also flickered.

“At last, the reinforcements from the Immortal Burial City show some promise.” Immortal Lord Tie He’s expression remained unchanged as his gaze swept over the sword cultivators behind Han Muye, his voice cold.

Although his words were cold, the others smiled.

If even Immortal Lord Tie He said they were promising, then they must truly be something.

“Alright, Spirit Sword, the battle is dangerous. Don’t be distracted,” Immortal Lord Yu He, who was standing in front, said calmly.

In the void, rays of immortal light shone, suppressing the entire world.

The sword light of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal dissipated.

“Kid, that was a good sword strike. Survive for two more months and come find me for a sparring session,” the voice of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal echoed, and then the sword radiance disappeared entirely.

Han Muye chuckled and cupped his hands. “Yunlan accepts the order.”

He stood up and raised his hand. The green jade sword light returned to his back and turned into a streamer.

When the sword light landed behind him, Han Muye’s expression changed slightly.

Not only had the sword intent gathered over the past year not been exhausted, but it had also become even more vast and mighty!

The Spirit Sword Golden Immortal did not exhaust his sword intent. Instead, he injected more sword intent into him.