Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Boom—"

Zhao Pu punched down, and the white tiger phantom roared.

A 10-meter radius was filled with sharp sword light.

Although it was a fist wind, it was a sword shadow!

The three figures on the other side dispersed and faced the sword light from three directions.

Among the three of them, one was holding a short sword, one was holding a long sword, and the other was holding a black iron fan that emitted a faint spiritual light.

The three of them were close to each other and worked together. Sword light scattered, neutralizing Zhao Pu's fist wind.

The three of them had yet to reach the Earth Realm, but when faced with Zhao Pu, they were not afraid. Instead, they faced him head-on.

"Slash—"

The young man with the short sword moved and rushed in front of Zhao Pu. The short sword silently stabbed at Zhao Pu's ribs.

The young man holding the sword followed closely behind. The sword light in his hand condensed into a dazzling light, intending to attract Zhao Pu's attention.

In the distance, the spiritual light on the young man holding the iron fan turned into nothingness. A sparkling white arrow was pointed at Zhao Pu's forehead.

In the blink of an eye, they switched from defense to offense. These three people's combat awareness was extremely strong.

Zhao Pu snorted coldly and opened his palm. The White Tiger Fist from before turned into a huge sword and landed in his palm.

With the sword in hand, his aura soared!

The black-robed old man turned around and frowned.

"Zhao Yijia, retreat!" A female cultivator shouted from afar.

The young man with the short sword stepped back without hesitation.

But the sword in Zhao Pu's hand had already slashed down.

From an outsider's point of view, the sword strike was silent, as if it were an understatement.

The young man named Zhao Yijia felt as if the sky had collapsed.

When this sword hit his body, his bones and tendons would turn into powder!

"Slash—"

The young man with the sword extended his sword light forward and blocked Zhao Pu's sword.

However, as soon as he attacked, his expression changed drastically.

Zhao Pu's white tiger sword smashed onto his long sword, and the boundless force sent the long sword flying.

"Hum—"

The large sword smashed the long sword away and flipped back, shattering the sword spell that was in front of him. Then it continued to slash at Zhao Yijia, who had just retreated 10 feet away.

Zhao Yijia, who was holding a short sword, turned pale. He could not retreat even if he wanted to.

The sword light in Zhao Pu's hand would definitely kill him before he retreated.

"Ho—"

Zhao Yijia shouted, and the image of an Iron-armored Barbaric Bull appeared on his body. A green light condensed on the short sword in his hand and went against Zhao Pu's sword.

"Bam—"

Zhao Pu's sword smashed into the green light condensed by the short sword, shattering it. Then he hit the young man holding the short sword and he slid 30 feet back on the ground, hitting a stone pillar.

With one strike, the three young experts from the Central Continent retreated.

Among the group of people opposite him, all eight people other than the old leader had solemn expressions.

As the reserve elites of the Mystic Sun Guards, they knew their level.

The three of them worked together and easily dealt with those below the fifth level of the Earth Realm.

But the person in front of them today had forced them back with a single strike.

How powerful was this combat strength!

"This is the earth realm. If you underestimate your opponent, you might have to pay with your life. If this fellow Daoist from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect hadn't held back, Zhao Yijia, you would already be dead."

The old leader turned to look at the three young men who had attacked and said calmly.

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Pu with a smile on his face. "The nine great sects of the Western Frontier indeed have some foundation. With your ability, even if you come to my Central Continent, you'll be considered above average among your peers."

As the supervisor of this mission, this old man clearly knew the various sects in the Western Frontier very well.

Based on Zhao Pu's punch just now, he had already determined that Zhao Pu was from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Zhao Pu looked up at the old man and whispered, "Central Continent?"

With the barrier between heaven and earth, it was not easy for the people of the Central Continent to come to the Western Frontier.

The person in front of him could bring junior disciples here. His cultivation level was at least at the Core Formation realm.

Zhao Pu was confident that he could fight above his level, but he was not confident that he could defeat a Core Formation expert.

Seeing Zhao Pu's cautious expression, the old man opposite him smiled and waved his hand. "The three of you can spar with this fellow Daoist again. This is a rare opportunity. This fellow Daoist has just broken through to the Earth Realm."

He had just broken through to the Earth Realm and already had such combat strength!

Hearing his words, the three people who had attacked earlier were even more shocked. They looked at each other and flinched.

Zhao Pu clenched and unclenched his left hand behind his back.

They broke through with all their might.

When the disciples of the Sword Sect were on missions, there would be hand gestures and marks.

Lin Shen took a step forward and turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head.

It wasn't to the point of needing to escape.

Besides, it was hard to say who needed to escape!

He looked across and said calmly, "Instructor Lin, it's rare to meet a Central Continent expert. You should exercise your muscles too."

He stretched his muscles.

Lin Shen's eyes lit up. He nodded and strode forward.

Previously, the three of them were together. It was obvious that Zhao Pu's cultivation was the strongest. Lin Shen was more like a guard.

As for Han Muye, he was basically a neglected non-combatant.

At this moment, Lin Shen walked forward, and the suppressed aura on his body slowly rose.

In one step, he went from Qi Condensation to Foundation Establishment.

In two steps, his aura rushed to the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm.

Zhao Pu, who was raising his sword, looked surprised.

He knew that Lin Shen was hiding his cultivation, but he didn't expect—

At this thought, his eyes lit up.

With another step, Lin Shen had already revealed his Earth Realm aura!

An Earth Realm expert!

How did Lin Shen, who had been fooling around in the outer sect and wandering in the Sword Pavilion, become an Earth Realm cultivator?

How was this possible!

Zhao Pu, who felt that he had broken through to the Earth Realm and was a true elite of Three Stones House, was extremely shocked.

"Lin Shen of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect."

Taking another step, Lin Shen's aura rushed into the fifth level of the Meridian Opening Realm. He raised his hand and slowly pulled out the broken sword on his back.

Although the sword was broken, the moment it was pulled out, even the old leader narrowed his eyes.

The aura of Lin Shen drawing his sword was like a mountain!

"The five of you, together. This fellow Daoist's swordsmanship is extraordinary. Be careful," the black-robed old man said in a low voice.

All five together.

This was how much he thought of Lin Shen.

Not only did he think highly of Lin Shen's cultivation, but he also thought highly of his swordsmanship.

The five young men looked at each other, nodded, and rushed towards Lin Shen.

Lin Shen held his sword and slashed down.

The bright light shone through the cave!

This sword light seemed to want to split the world in front of him!

The five young men who flew over quickly interweaved the spiritual energy and sword light on their bodies and collided with the sword shadow.

"Boom—"

Lin Shen took a step forward and raised his sword again.

The five young men took a few steps back.

If not for the five of them joining forces, they would definitely be severely injured and unable to escape!

This ordinary-looking sword-wielding man was actually so much stronger than the Earth Realm expert just now!

The five of them had solemn expressions. They split up and carefully rushed towards Lin Shen.

The sword in Lin Shen's hand shone again.

It was still a heavy slash that could destroy mountains!

The five young elites of the Central Continent did not dare to clash head-on at all. They could only wander around and could not approach at all.

In the cave, Zhao Pu and Lin Shen walked the same path in swordsmanship.

With one strike, he broke through the technique.

However, Lin Shen's sword light was even more concise and domineering than Zhao Pu's.

His cultivation was also deeper.

He drew his sword and shattered mountains and rocks.

It was only when his cultivation reached the Earth Realm that this sword technique became extraordinary.

No one dared to stand before his sword!

Han Muye's gaze swept across the field.

The eight youths from the Central Continent were all at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment. Their sword techniques were also very outstanding.

After watching a few moves, Han Muye comprehended three sets of good sword techniques.

Short Sword Technique—Flowing Wind Sword Technique.

This sword technique was light and agile. Every strike was accompanied by the sword, and there was no pause at all.

This sword technique was roughly equivalent to the level between the Three Mystic Sword Technique and the Four Mystic Sword Technique.

There were also two sword techniques, the Hard Wall and the Abyss Break. They were both Three Mystic level sword techniques. They were both fast and strong. At the same time, they condensed the sword aura of a cultivator.

From these three sets of sword techniques, it could be seen that the Mystic Sun Guards' sword techniques were stable and agile.

He wondered what level this sword technique was at among the Mystic Sun Guards.

The Central Continent was too far away, and the Western Frontier knew too little about it.

Han Muye looked around and smiled.

If these eight people were of the same generation in the Western Frontier, other than the elites of the few large sects, the others would not be their match at all.

However, these eight people were probably going to suffer a blow today.

Lin Shen and Zhao Pu's disciples all had deep cultivation and domineering combat techniques. In this stone chamber, they were completely suppressing the eight of them.

Han Muye chuckled and turned to look at the black-robed old man. Coincidentally, the black-robed old man also turned to look at him.

"The Nine Mystic Sword Sect is ranked third among the four great sword sects in the Western Frontier. Their sword technique and foundation are really solid."

The old man looked at Han Muye and said.

Third among the four major sword sects? Han Muye thought.

It seems that his information is still a little behind.

Han Muye smiled, his gaze falling on the sword at the old man's waist. "Wearing darkness, upholding light. The Mystic Sun Guards of the Central Continent Dynasty are indeed extraordinary."

His casual words made the old man's expression turn solemn.

The old man looked around before turning his gaze to Han Muye.

This time he looked very carefully.

When his gaze landed on the small black sword stuck in Han Muye's hair, he was stunned.

"You're the gatekeeper—"

He paused and then nodded. "It seems that your Nine Mystic Sword Sect has nothing to do with this place."

Han Muye's gaze fell on the battle ahead, and he said softly, "Senior, we're here to investigate some news. There's no need to continue fighting, right?"

Lin Shen and Zhao Pu's sword lights swept across, suppressing the eight Central Continent elites.

There was no longer any doubt about this battle.

If they continued to fight, they would be asking for abuse. Why bother?

The old man narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "I'm very curious why you're so calm in front of an Earth Realm Core Formation cultivator."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man moved and appeared beside Han Muye.

He raised his hand and pressed it against Han Muye's shoulder.

Only by capturing Han Muye would this battle truly end.

However, just as he raised his arm, the old man's expression changed. His figure flashed and he took three steps back.

Han Muye held a purple short sword in his left hand. If the old man hadn't retreated quickly just now, he would have stabbed his chest.

He lowered the sword and reversed it.

This reverse sword technique could be said to be a close combat technique.

Back then, Han Muye had used this sword technique to finish off the Great Spiritual Sword Sect's Earth Realm expert, Qin Yuanhe, in one move.

"Good move!"

The old man growled and raised his hand again.

Zhao Pu and Lin Shen had already turned around.

Zhao Pu swept his sword, and the sword light exploded, blocking all eight Central Continent elites.

"Get out of the way!"

Lin Shen flew back and shouted, swinging the sword in his hand.

This sword light was like a falling meteor that smashed towards the black-robed old man.

The black-robed old man raised his hand and waved. A dark aura exploded, blocking Lin Shen's sword.

A Core Formation expert, an expert of the Central Continent's Mystic Sun Guards, indeed had extraordinary methods.

Just as he was about to attack again, a faint soul sword qi rose from Han Muye's body.

"Senior, are you really going to attack?"

Han Muye spoke calmly.

Behind him, the illusory sword of the soul carried a dark halo.