Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

He lowered his sword.

This was the left-handed sword, the reversed lower-string sword technique.

Han Muye had never seen such a strange and ruthless close combat technique.

He had used this sword technique a few times. Every time, he would kill an Earth Realm expert in close combat.

He did not want to teach such a sword technique.

Cultivators ultimately pursued longevity.

Sword techniques that were only practiced for killing would affect one's temperament.

"Let me make it clear to you."

Han Muye stared into Zhao Youzhi's eyes and said in a low voice, "This sword technique originated from the Moon Essence Sword Sect's lower-string sword technique.

"I reversed it and turned it into a left-handed sword. In close combat, it's invincible.

"But this sword technique is too murderous. If you cultivate it, it might affect your temperament." After a pause, Han Muye said in a low voice, "You might not have a good ending."

It would not end well.

Zhao Youzhi looked at Han Muye and clenched his remaining left hand.

"Senior Brother, please teach me."

Han Muye nodded and raised his hand, and the Purple Flame Sword landed in his hand.

"Cultivating this sword technique is only half a step away.

"One will be invincible within half-step."

The sword light stabbed out from Han Muye's left hand, and then flashed past with a faint halo.

Every move and move was extremely tricky and strange.

Zhao Youzhi's left hand was indeed talented.

He had only spent a night cultivating such a strange sword technique.

After that, he would cultivate on his own.

Seeing the sword light flashing in Zhao Youzhi's hand, each move as disorderly as an antelope hanging its horn, Han Muye nodded slightly.

He raised his hand and took out a broken sword.

"I have a sword here that's suitable for you to put this sword technique to use."

This broken sword carried a dark spiritual light, and streams of dark sword qi circulated.

The ancient master of the Blazing Sun Palace held a sword.

This sword was severed by Sword Master Yuan Tian.

Looking at the sword in Han Muye's hand, Zhao Youzhi looked down at the sword in his hand.

"Senior Brother, can I not return this sword?"

Golden Lion Sword.

The sword was 3 feet 8 inches long and weighed 31 catties.

This sword was middle-grade and was suitable for large-scale sword techniques.

Back then, Zhao Youzhi cultivated such sword techniques.

When he was receiving his sword in the Sword Pavilion, Zhao Youzhi liked the Golden Lion Sword very much. He once said that he would never change his sword.

Han Muye nodded and said, "Keep it."

Zhao Youzhi sheathed his sword, then reached out and caught the broken sword that Han Muye handed over.

With the broken sword in hand, Han Muye keenly sensed a flash of light on the sword.

Was this sword recognition?

This was a Dharma treasure-level sword.

Although it was broken, it was still spiritual.

He did not expect this sword to choose Zhao Youzhi as its master.

There was really no rhyme or reason when it came to opportunities.

"Senior Brother, this sword." Zhao Youzhi looked at the sword in his hand in surprise, then looked up at Han Muye. "I'm afraid it's extremely precious, right?"

Of course it's precious.

If this sword was auctioned, it would cost at least a million spiritual rocks.

Han Muye waved his hand and whispered, "It's good that you know. Don't let too many people know."

Zhao Youzhi nodded. The sword light that was originally flowing on the broken sword dissipated, and the body of the sword became simple and crude.

"Hum—"

In the distance, the horns of the demon attack sounded.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Youzhi strode down the cliff.

At the base of the mountain, cultivators who were already familiar with the battlefield began to form battle formations and wait for the arrival of the tidal wave of demon army.

"Brother!"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed amidst the commotion.

Two figures in white stood on a hill.

Huang Six, with his white hair and aged face, but neat appearance.

Lu Qingping, who was wearing a moon-white dress and carrying a long sword on her back, stood beside him.

Huang Six was holding Lu Qingping's hand tightly.

"I brought Sixth Sister-in-law here to show everyone."

Huang Six grinned.

Sister-in-law.

This was Sixth Sister-in-law.

The Sixth Sister-in-law that Huang Six traveled 10,000 miles in search of.

Looking at Huang Six and Lu Qingping holding hands and standing on the hill, the fickle and timid cultivators began to calm down.

They felt that if Sixth Brother could find Sixth Sister-in-law, they themselves would definitely survive!

Back then, as Sixth Brother moved forward, everyone saw that Sixth Brother's heart was as firm as iron, and he only wanted to find Sixth Sister-in-law.

No one dared to think that Sixth Brother could find Sixth Sister-in-law.

How could a mortal do that?

Now, Sixth Brother had done it!

He found Sixth Sister-in-law unscathed.

Unknowingly, an indescribable morale began to build up in the battle formation.

"Fight with me—"

Seeing this scene, Tang Chi gritted his teeth, shouted, and rushed forward with his sword.

On the other side, He Xuanqi also rushed out.

Everyone rushed forward before the demonic beast army spread out.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to look at Lu Qingping. "Sister Ping, are you really going to kill the enemies with me?"

Lu Qingping nodded and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhenxiong, I'm yours, so I naturally have to accompany you."

These words made Huang grin. The divine light in his eyes was extremely bright.

"Okay."

He looked up at Han Muye, who was standing on the cliff, and laughed.

Holding Lu Qingping's hand, Huang Six ran down with a long sword in his hand.

Han Muye stood on the cliff and watched as Huang Six and Lu Qingping rushed into the battle formation. They were surrounded by countless cultivators and rushed forward.

Huang Six held his sword in one hand and Lu Qingping in the other.

"Those who're my brothers, charge with me!"

Huang Six shouted.

"Charge—"

Countless people shouted along.

Huang Six did not attack. He held Lu Qingping's hand and walked forward with his sword as if he was shopping.

In front of him and behind him, countless cultivators desperately protected the two of them as they rushed forward.

At this moment, no power could stop this team.

All the demonic beasts that blocked the way were killed.

Whether they were Qi Condensation or Foundation Establishment, those cultivators protected Huang Six and Lu Qingping as they walked forward.

"Sixth Brother—"

In the battle formation, someone shouted.

"Sixth Brother—"

On Cloud Nest Ridge, someone shouted.

"Sixth Brother—"

Between heaven and earth, countless people shouted.

Their cries gathered into one, and the mountains collapsed!

On Cloud Nest Ridge, the experts who were originally meditating were alarmed and flew into the air.

"Who is this person?"

An old man with a white beard frowned as he looked down the hill.

"Is Huang Six a direct disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?" The Elder of the Spiritual Dao Sect, Zheng Wangyuan, squinted his eyes and said calmly.

Starting from Fengshou Mountain, the juniors of the various sects competed.

Recently, the Nine Mystic Sword School had produced several famous elites.

That direct disciple even dared to challenge Master Tu Sunshi.

The Yuntai Dao Sect and the Bright Mountain Sword Sect were extremely protective of Han Muye.

According to their observation over the past few days, this elite of the Nine Mystic Sword School would probably be nurtured by the Nine Mystic Sword School.

Today, another disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect appeared.

This was not a good sign for their Spiritual Dao Sect.

Zheng Wangyuan and the other great cultivators were either cultivating or dealing with important matters. No one really knew who Huang Six was.

"Huang Six. Sword Caretaker of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect."

At this moment, Yang Dingshan's voice sounded.

"Back then, in the battle between the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, Huang Six used the Sword of the Soul Technique to help Sect Master Jin Ze injure Sect Master Zhang Cheng." As Yang Dingshan spoke, his gaze swept across the old man standing at the side.

The old man's expression was cold and he remained silent.

He was a half-step Heaven Realm expert of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.

"Hehe, I know this kid." Master Tu Sunshi, who had unknowingly landed at the side, smiled.

"This kid is dedicated to being a mortal and has spent everything to find Dao companions who have betrayed the Western Frontier.

"Most of the 200,000 cultivators below were drawn by his bounty."

Master Tu Sun told these stories in a few words. After saying that, he sighed with emotion. "In terms of temperament, not many cultivators in the mountain can compare to him."

Those great cultivators who halted mid-way did not care about love in the mortal world.

Their mental cultivation had long passed that stage.

But the more one lost something, the more nostalgic it was.

For a moment, these cultivators were speechless as they looked at the man and woman walking on the battlefield.

"Senior Brother Tu, how do you know this story so well?"

The old man standing beside Tu Sunshi turned his head curiously.

"That kid's bounty is not low. Of course, I will naturally receive this news. Cough cough—" Before Tu Sunshi could finish, he waved his hand and disappeared.

So he had followed the bounty announcement.

The cultivators who knew that Master Tu Sunshi liked to mingle in the itinerant cultivator circle chuckled.

At the foot of the mountain, the offensive and defensive momentum had changed.

Huang Six was leading the cultivator army and charging several miles forward.

He seemed to have transformed into an arrowhead, leading the cultivators behind him to break through the demon formation.

Zhao Youzhi, who had walked to his side, lowered his head and followed him.

All the demonic beasts and demons who were about to reach him fell for some reason and stopped breathing.

No one within half a step could defeat him.

"Roar—"

A 30-foot-tall golden-haired giant ape roared and slapped at Zhao Youzhi.

This giant ape was transformed from a half-step Earth Realm demon. It could tell that Zhao Youzhi had attacked.

Zhao Youzhi looked up and lowered his body slightly with the sword in his left hand.

It was a little difficult for him to kill such a great demon in one blow.

"Brother, I'll do it."

Huang Six took a step forward and raised his sword.

"Boom—"

The sword slashed down, and the 100-foot sword beam immediately cut the giant ape in front of him in half.

With one strike, he killed a half-step Earth Realm demon!

"Sixth Brother, impressive—"

Someone shouted the word.

"Sixth Brother—"

"Impressive—"

Countless cries shook the sky, bringing with them spiritual energy and sword Qi that intertwined, turning into a towering astral wind.

At the battlefront, morale was at its peak.

Huang Six grinned and brandished his sword. He held Lu Qingping's hand and the two of them strode forward.

Tang Chi, who was wrapped in the military formation, stopped in his tracks. There was a hint of confusion and resentment in his eyes.

He had lost a battle previously and could only fight on the battlefield to gain an opportunity.

He should be the one leading the front line.

But now, even such an opportunity was going to be snatched away.

"Prince, don't hesitate. We're only a little short of the blood essence needed for the blood sacrifice. As soon as we break that seal, we'll leave this world. What's a mere NIne Mystic Sword Sect?"

Beside Tang Chi, an old man in a black robe whispered.

Tang Chi nodded, gritted his teeth, and ran forward with his sword.

A smile flashed across the old man's face as he quickly followed.

"Boom—"

In the sky, a black demonic cloud rushed towards him.

Huang Six held the sword in his hand, and a dark red halo flickered in his eyes.

Beside him, Lu Qingping held his hand tightly.

"Lion Roar, let's end this today."

In midair, a green-robed figure appeared, holding a sword and blocking the demon cloud.

Sun Mu.

An elder of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

An elder whose cultivation had stagnated and had no potential.

However, Sun Mu, who was standing there, seemed to be suppressing something.

A loud laugh came from the demon cloud, then crashed into Sun Mu.

Sun Mu's eyes suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light. The sword in his hand carried a thousand-foot-long sword light as he slashed down.

"Old Man Sun, you've broken through! How is that possible!"

A cry came from the demon cloud, and then there was a desperate attempt to retreat.

However, the thousand feet sword light slashed down and cut the demonic cloud in half.

Sun Mu's Golden Core cultivation rose.

His stagnant cultivation began to gather.

In the sky, clouds rolled.

"Advance!"

"Sun Mu, whose cultivation has been stagnant for 200 years, can still advance?"

Countless exclamations came from all over Cloud Nest Ridge.

In the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's encampment, the green-robed Grand Elder, Lu Hao, moved and landed beside Sun Mu.