Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Master Tu Sunshi, are you looking down on me? Are you letting this kid tickle me?"

Although the black-armored man said this, his eyes were fixed on the sword above Han Muye's head.

This sword had a sharpness that made his heart turn cold.

Even Heaven Realm demons had times when they felt fear!

Back at the foot of the Nine Mystic Mountain, Han Muye had controlled the sword of the soul to injure the sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, Zhang Cheng.

At that time, Zhang Cheng was at the Heaven Realm.

However, compared to the long sword above his head, that sword was completely like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

The sword formed by Master Tu Sunshi's soul condensed into a corporeal sword intent.

In the sword light, there was a dense sword qi.

Rather than saying that this was a sword of the soul, it was more like the condensation of Master Tu Sunshi's lifetime of sword cultivation.

Han Muye's soul fused with this sword, and it felt as if the power of the world was under his control.

Sword momentum!

With a sword in hand, I have the world.

This was the power of the Sword Dao. Only 3,000 sword intents could condense into sword momentum.

There were countless sword cultivators in the entire Western Frontier.

Only one in 10 million people could condense sword momentum.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was known as the second strongest sect in the Western Frontier Sword Sect. Only Tuoba Cheng forcefully condensed the White Tiger Sword Force.

Tuoba Cheng had relied on his sword momentum to fight a half-step Heaven Realm expert with his Soul Awakening cultivation.

Feeling the overwhelming power in the sword, Han Muye's face revealed a fearless fighting spirit.

It turned out that condensing the sword intent of the soul was far from the end.

The sword of the soul could also achieve the power of the world!

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, and the long sword above his head turned into a clear gray ancient sword.

As soon as this sword appeared, Master Tu Sunshi's expression changed.

"Blaze..."

"The sword of Sect Master Hong Chaoyang!"

There was a strange look in his eyes as he stared at the sword.

"Senior, I'm quite proficient in sword techniques." Han Muye looked at the black-armored Heaven Realm demon and said calmly to Tu Sunshi.

"Senior, you said that it's better to specialize in various things.

"I have a sword. Senior, please take a look--"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Muye restrained all his aura. He was in midair like a mortal.

How could someone who could control a sword with monstrous power be a mortal?

With one hand behind his back, he formed a sword finger with the other and slowly extended it forward.

This sword technique did not require cultivation, aptitude, or talent.

All sword cultivators in the world could cultivate this sword technique as long as they had a sword in their hearts.

The light in Han Muye's eyes almost reflected the sword light in the sky.

The sword above his head vibrated gently.

At this moment, all the swords within a thousand miles began to tremble.

"Heart Integrated into Sword!"

Tu Sunshi's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "This is a Sword Dao Seed..."

The sword light was magnificent, and endless sword qi filled the air.

There was only one sword in the world!

The eyes of the Heaven Realm demon cultivator opposite him revealed killing intent, and his body was surrounded by dense blood energy.

He did not dare to wait. With a loud shout, his body transformed into a mutated demon beast with a long horn and a half dragon body.

Staring at Han Muye, the demon beast let out a thunderous roar. "You can't live with such talent in the Sword Dao!"

The demon beast roared, raised its claws, and rushed towards Han Muye, ruthlessly slapping down.

The wind and clouds followed, and the world changed.

The Heaven Realm demon beast that belonged to the flood dragon could shatter thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!

Who wouldn't be afraid of such a strike?

Before the flood dragon arrived, its murderous aura had already immobilized Han Muye and smashed him into pieces.

Heaven Realm, Nascent Soul realm demons had the power to affect the will of heaven!

On the distant Cloud Nest Ridge, cultivators below the Earth Realm felt their legs go weak.

This was the power of the Heaven Realm!

In the distance, Li Xixi gritted her teeth and held her sword tightly, trying her best not to fall off the cloud.

Before the pressure of a Heaven Realm demon, she could not even maintain her body in the air.

She stared intently at Han Muye, who had been restrained by the demon.

She didn't know if Han Muye could stop a Heaven Realm demon.

Heaven Realm...

Han Muye's expression did not change as he stood in front of the Heaven Realm Flood Dragon.

His gaze was gentle, as if the flood dragon was not charging at him.

He pointed his fingers forward and whispered.

Looking straight ahead, there was a sword in front of him. Nothing could stop it!

At this moment, a powerful sword intent erupted from Han Muye's body that even the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier, Master Tu Sunshi, would look at!

"Ancestral--Return--of--10,000--Swords."

"Boom--"

As Han Muye's voice fell, the sword above his head exploded and turned into nothingness.

The moment the sword dissipated, sword light flashed in the entire world.

Where did the sword come from?

The hands of ordinary sword cultivators in the world.

A sword.

Ten swords.

A hundred hilts.

A thousand hilts.

Ten thousand swords flew out of Cloud Nest Ridge and condensed into a sword dragon.

The swords became the dragon's bones, scales and soul!

The Dragon of Ten Thousand Swords roared and swallowed the flood dragon beast in front of Han Muye.

The flood dragon that caused the world to change did not even have a chance to resist in front of the sword dragon.

Ten thousand swords turned into a rainbow! Using the swords as a dragon!

Ten thousand swords intertwined and spun, and the long dragon turned blood-colored.

This was caused by the endless blood qi and demon bone demonic qi of a Heaven Realm demon.

A Heaven Realm demon was killed just like that.

"Roar--"

Among the ten thousand swords, the phantom of a bright flood dragon cried out sadly, wanting to break free from the sword's strangulation.

Nascent Soul. The demons called it the Demon Nascent Soul.

The Heaven Realm demon had cultivated bitterly for countless years, condensing his cultivation strength.

Heaven Realm cultivators relied on the power of their Nascent Souls and their immortality to possess another body and be reborn.

This was a power that completely surpassed the mortal realm. The illusory flood dragon rushed out of the sword and roared angrily.

However, before the dragon roared, the dragon formed by the sword opened its mouth again.

The Flood Dragon Nascent Soul had died.

Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, killing a heaven realm cultivator with a single strike!

Even the Nascent Soul was killed.

Its death was inevitable.

This strike borrowed the power of tens of thousands of sword cultivators on the Cloud Nest Ridge of the Western Frontier.

This strike was from Han Muye, not him.

"All the sword cultivators in the world are united. Heaven Realm demons are only one sword."

Han Muye slowly retracted his hand and placed his hands behind his back. He looked ahead and spoke calmly.

At this moment, he was like a sword immortal who had descended. With a single move, he suppressed all the sword cultivators in the world.

The huge dragon formed by the 100,000-feet-long sword hovered under his feet. Then he stared at the last of the three Heaven Realm cultivators in the Southern Wasteland.

The Heaven Realm demon trembled and felt a chill run down his spine.

With a loud shout, he knocked away Master Tu Sunshi's sword technique and turned to leave.

If he didn't leave now, was he going to wait for the long dragon to roar and devour him?

If this Long Sword Dragon could kill a Heaven Realm expert, it could kill a second Heaven Realm expert!

The great demon fled, and the demonic aura that filled the sky dissipated.

One of the three Southern Wasteland Heaven Realm cultivators died, one was injured, and the other fled.

The battle situation changed in an instant.

Han Muye raised his hand and pointed. Ten thousand long swords that had been refined with the blood essence and soul of a Heaven Realm demon slowly turned around.

After these swords were condensed, they were reborn and turned into spirits.

As long as they were nurtured well, these swords would have a vast space to grow.

This was an opportunity.

Turning around, Han Muye looked at Tu Sunshi and smiled. "Senior, I didn't disappoint you."

Tu Sunshi nodded. Seeing that Han Muye was about to answer, Han Muye said, "I still have 62 breaths left."

The Sword Pavilion's soul condensed into a sword that could fight a Heaven Realm expert in a hundred seconds.

Just now, Han Muye had used this sword to kill a Heaven Realm cultivator. From the beginning to the end, it hadn't even taken 40 breaths!

How could such a sword technique exist in the mortal world?

Tu Sunshi raised his head and laughed. He looked at the long sword that had condensed above Han Muye's head again. "What a good Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords!"

A monstrous battle intent rose from his body, and his eyes shone with a sharp light.

This was the battle intent of a sword cultivator.

He had dominated the Western Frontier and was invincible with a single sword strike. It had been countless years since Master Tu Sunshi had such a burning battle intent!

Sword cultivators should fight with swords!

In front of him, Han Muye's Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords caused the battle of Tu Sunshi to surge.

"Kid, in the remaining 60 breaths, I'll show you what the peak of the Western Frontier Sword Dao is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew!

A thousand miles of mountains and rivers flew past in a breath!

Tu Sunshi and Han Muye transformed into streams of light at the same time, crossing thousands of mountains and appearing above the Yuntai Dao Sect's base.

Above the Yuntai Dao Sect, the broken mountain-protecting array was filled with sorrow and despair.

Countless Yuntai Dao Sect disciples used their last bit of spiritual energy to repair the cracks on the array's light screen.

Unfortunately, the demons of the Southern Wasteland were too strong.

The destruction of the Yuntai Dao Sect was imminent!

The sword light crossed the world in a breath.

All the despairing Yuntai Dao Sect disciples raised their heads and widened their eyes.

Above them, two figures stood still.

One was dressed in white and had two swords on his back. He walked leisurely with his hands behind his back.

One wore a green and gray Daoist robe, had purple-gold hair, and sword intent that shot into the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Tu Sunshi!"

"The number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier, Senior Tu Sunshi!"

Below, countless exclamations sounded.

"Fellow Daoist Tu, you're confused!"

"Leave quickly. Even if our Yuntai Dao Sect dies, we won't become the sinners of the Western Frontier!"

A sorrowful cry suppressed all the shouts. A white-haired Daoist in a green robe looked desperate as he stared at Tu Sunshi and shouted, "So what if the Yuntai Dao Sect's lineage is severed? Fellow Daoist Tu, if anything happens to you, the Western Frontier will be in danger!"

Tu Sunshi, who was covered in sword energy, looked down and said coldly, "Danger your *ss."

Han Muye turned around and saw that Tu Sunshi's hair and beard were standing on end, and the sword intent on his body had transformed into a swimming dragon. Then he reached out and wrapped the sword of the soul above Han Muye's head.

"I came a thousand miles to kill you with a sword. Why are you telling me this nonsense?

"I'm already here. Can't you say something nice?"

He cursed as sword light rose from his body like a mountain.

Seeing Han Muye looking at him, Master Tu Sunshi shook his head and said, "I'm used to it. Back then, I didn't dare to kill anyone. My senior brother told me that I would feel better after cursing a few times.

"When the heart is happy, the sword is sharp."

Han Muye nodded and said lightly, "Fifty-three more breaths."

"F*ck!" Master Tu Sunshi shouted. The sword light above his head condensed into a ten thousand feet tall green mountain and smashed down!

Using the sword to condense the mountain and borrow the power of the mountain to form a sword momentum!

In Han Muye's eyes, thousands of sword lights twisted and intersected, fusing with the sword of the soul before slashing down.

Mountains were the surface, and sword light was the substance!

A sword cultivator was a sword cultivator after all.

With a single sword strike, mountains collapsed!

Sword Technique, Collapsing Mountain.

The ultimate sword technique of the world, using the sword to form a mountain, using the sword to break a mountain, using the sword to collapse a mountain!

Landslide, overwhelming!

"I can't stop it!"

"Escape--"

Three shouts sounded, and countless demons fled.

Mountains rolled, sword light shone, and killing intent filled the sky.

The landslide formed a flood!

One sword, two sword stances!

Tu Sunshi grinned and turned to look at Han Muye, who looked slightly stunned. He chuckled in satisfaction.

"Kid, how's my strike?"