Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Huang Six glared at Gao Xiaoxuan. Before he could speak, there was a rumble in the distance.

Endless demonic light covered the entire Fengshou Mountain.

The vast and solemn blood-colored halo made people tremble.

The spiritual light and sword light that belonged to human cultivators slowly disappeared.

Defeated.

The Fengshou Mountain position had completely fallen.

"The sects of the Western Frontier will retreat to Cloud Nest Ridge."

Voices rolled through the void.

Rays of spiritual light gathered in the direction of Cloud Nest Ridge.

The surging demonic aura followed closely behind.

It was an almost murderous pursuit.

Han Muye's body moved, and he rushed forward 10,000 feet.

The sword marks on the ground below were still there.

The retreating cultivators passed by Han Muye with fear on their faces.

When they reached the back, they slowly stopped, turned around, and gathered behind the sword mark to reorganize their new position.

Dozens of demon figures flashed and rushed towards Han Muye.

They had all seen Han Muye's sword strike just now.

Very strong.

So what?

Could the demons of the Southern Wasteland really be blocked by a sword?

He was just a small sword cultivator, not the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier, Master Tu Sunshi.

Wolves.

Tigers.

Panthers.

The demons charging at Han Muye were all powerful and fast.

"Nineteen, be careful!"

Below, someone shouted.

Several figures rushed over to meet the big demon.

These people were all elites of the Fengshou Mountain.

Han Muye had seen these people more than once from the swords he had sent back to the Sword Pavilion.

Many of these people even had their own names.

For example, Li San's sword was floating.

Luo Xiaoyu should be the one who was releasing the cold spiritual light.

Even Lu Ten had the title of Tiger General.

Han Muye looked ahead and raised his Green Destiny Sword.

Do I need a title?

"Hum—"

Within a hundred feet, the sword light condensed into thousands of meteors and exploded.

Nine Mystic Sword Sect's Golden Lineage, Three Mystical Sword Technique—Star Rain.

Using the power of tens of thousands of metal elements to transform into stars and borrow the sharpness of the metal elements, it could cut open the meridians.

"Good sword technique!"

Below, there were clear praises.

Some of the great demons that rushed towards Han Muye set up demonic light, some waved their weapons, and some mobilized their blood and qi, wanting to block the sword light.

However, he could not block it.

"Slash—"

The sword swept out, bringing with it a spray of blood.

Sword marks appeared, and sword light pierced the air.

At least 10 Earth Realm demons were torn apart by the meteor-like sword light.

"Hum—"

A sword cry sounded between heaven and earth.

This was a sword cultivator!

Han Muye looked down at the Verdant Nether Sword in his hand.

At this moment, the ordinary Green Destiny Sword seemed to have its own thoughts.

The sword seemed to be calling.

Yearning.

Longing to kill.

Wasn't a sword refined for killing?

Sword light rose from Han Muye's body.

The Green Destiny Sword was also trembling gently, as if in response.

Within a radius of 10,000 feet, everyone was shocked by this sword.

On Fengshou Mountain, even Wandering might not be able to use such a sharp sword light.

"Who is this person?"

Someone let out a low cry.

"It seems to be someone from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect."

"The Nine Mystic Sword Sect? Is he that Tang Second? His temperament is bad. His sword technique is really extraordinary."

Han Muye didn't take it to heart.

He stood there, savoring his previous strike.

His sword technique was already at his will, and he could control it at will.

Not many people could see through that sword move just now.

In the distance, Tang Chi's expression was extremely ugly as he stood on the cliff with her sword.

Previously, if Han Muye had used this level of swordsmanship to fight him, not to mention losing with one strike, he would probably have lost his life with one strike.

Could it be that he was so much inferior to Han Muye?

Han Muye slashed at the few great demons that rushed forward, but he still didn't feel satisfied.

He could feel the sword intent in his body boiling.

Sword intent was condensed from killing intent. If he couldn't kill him, what was the use of sword intent?

He knew that his mind was affected by the sword intent in his Qi Sea.

After all, the sword intent condensed in his Qi Sea far exceeded the limit his body could withstand. It was constantly consuming his lifespan.

But so what?

Narrowing his eyes, his mind seemed to have left his body. He looked down at his body and slowly walked forward in the void.

Under his feet, there were green lotus flowers formed by sword qi.

Sword lotuses bloomed with every step, killing a person with every step!

Every sword qi lotus that he stepped on dissipated into sword light that shot forward.

He walked forward step by step, his sword light like a shadow.

"This is really the way of the sword…"

Below, someone looked at the figure surrounded by sword light and spoke in a low voice.

"Huang Six glared at Gao Xiaoxuan. Before he could speak, there was a rumbling sound in the distance.

Endless demonic light covered the entire Fengshou Mountain.

The vast and solemn blood-colored halo made people tremble.

The spiritual light and sword light that belonged to human cultivators slowly disappeared.

Defeated.

The Fengshou Mountain position had completely fallen.

"The sects of the Western Frontier will retreat to Cloud Nest Ridge."

Voices rolled through the void.

Rays of spiritual light gathered in the direction of Cloud Nest Ridge.

The surging demonic aura followed closely behind.

It was an almost murderous pursuit.

Han Muye's body moved, and he rushed forward 10,000 feet.

The sword marks on the ground below were still there.

The retreating cultivators passed by Han Muye with fear on their faces.

When they reached the back, they slowly stopped, turned around, and gathered behind the sword mark to reorganize their new position.

Dozens of demon figures flashed and rushed towards Han Muye.