Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

This was originally the sect-protecting sword technique of the Blazing Sun Palace. In Han Muye's hands, it transformed into two dragons that intertwined Yin and Yang.

The originally blazing fire dragon was filled with cold energy. After splitting, cold and heat collided, bringing out the power of Yin and Yang.

This power was not strong enough to kill a great cultivator, but it could suppress him for a few breaths.

Enough.

Han Muye released the sword in his hands and pointed forward with one hand behind his back.

A suffocating sharp sword Qi spread out.

Ma Meng's expression changed. A golden barrier of light appeared around him, protecting his entire body.

As soon as the light barrier appeared, Han Muye shouted.

"Ancestral—Return—of—10,000—Swords—"

In the mine, sword Qi was like waves.

Every sharp sword Qi transformed into a phantom.

The sword pointed forward, a phantom with hidden killing intent.

All the sword lights finally turned into a sword.

This sword light gathered in front of Han Muye.

A sword pill appeared in his palm.

Seeing the sword pill, Ma Meng's body trembled. He waved his hand and struck the Yin-Yang Heavenly Dragon Sword Light around him before retreating.

He retreated quickly, but Han Muye's sword pill was even faster.

The sword pill transformed into a three-foot-long, two-headed sword that tore through the void, knocked open the space in front of him, and struck Ma Meng's chest.

"Ho—"

Ma Meng shouted, and a golden tripod appeared in front of him, blocking the sword light.

The sword light pierced through the cauldron, and the blade pierced Ma Meng's chest three inches, drawing a spray of blood.

Ma Meng laughed and reached for the sword light.

However, he did not see a relaxed expression on Han Muye's face.

"Slash—"

A sword pill that had been hidden behind Ma Meng swept across and shattered his neck.

"Bam—"

A gray spiritual light rushed out and dissipated in all directions.

Resentment.

Rot.

This was the resentment brought out by the souls of countless cultivators who had been refined by Ma Meng.

It was also because of these souls that Ma Meng could survive.

Otherwise, his lifespan would have ended long ago.

This was also the reason why Ma Meng's combat strength was far inferior to that of an ordinary half-step Heaven Realm expert.

"Ha—"

A foot-long shadow rushed out of Ma Meng's rotten body and collided with Han Muye.

Nascent Soul.

No, this Ma Meng's lifespan was over. He relied on the Nascent Soul that he had not condensed to survive. This Nascent Soul was actually dead.

Corpse Infant.

A vicious cultivation technique.

The Life-Death Conversion Technique.

Ma Meng only dared to hide in this mine path that was filled with fire-attribute energy to conceal his death aura.

The corpseinfant rushed towards Han Muye to seize his body.

Nascent Soul Possession Technique was common in the cultivation world.

"The town—"

Han Muye shouted in a low voice. The Great Spirit in his body turned into golden words and blocked the corpse infant.

Great Spirit!

As soon as this aura appeared, the corpse infant seemed to have fallen into boiling water, and its gray aura dispersed.

Not only around the corpse infant but the surrounding space was immediately refined by the Great Spirit, turning into green spiritual energy and then dissipating.

After refining the resentment, Han Muye could feel that his Great Spirit had become much heavier.

The divine light in his eyes became even deeper.

In front of him, the corpse infant suppressed by the golden words slowly dissipated, and the death aura vanished.

"Hum—"

A sword pill appeared and ground the faint Nascent Soul phantom into fragments.

The powerful soul strength was absorbed by the sword pill and temporarily stored.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye looked ahead.

In the battle just now, he did not use the sword of the soul, nor did he use the sword intent in his sea of Qi.

It all depended on the sword intent in the dantian and the power of the two sword pills to kill a half-step Heaven Realm expert.

Even if this half-step Heaven Realm expert was only an empty shell with less than 10% of his strength left, he could still be considered a half-step Heaven Realm expert.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a small jade-colored bag hanging from Ma Meng's waist fell into his hand.

He probed it with his divine sense, and joy flashed across his face.

In this small bag, there were hundreds of thousands of Fire Essence Stones.

Among them, there were more than 1,000 pieces of extremely high-quality and expensive Fire Marrow Essence.

A huge sum.

"Snap—"

"Kaboom—"

The entire mine tunnel kept shaking, and pieces of gravel fell.

The originally dissipating flame power in the mine began to converge.

The fire-colored light on the stone wall also began to fade.

This was the reason why the Fire Essence Crystal was taken away.

Daoist Dayan had succeeded.

"Boom—"

The stone room collapsed, and Han Muye rushed out.

As he flew in midair, the mountains below collapsed.

Some of those fiery halos were scattered, and some were buried.

This mine was destroyed.

Below, Daoist Dayan flew out, and then dozens of figures followed behind. Spiritual light and sword light scattered.

"Help—"

Daoist Dayan called out timidly.

If these sword lights collided, his soul power would definitely shatter.

Even if he did not die, there was only a faint shadow left.

Seeing his sorry state, Han Muye laughed and waved his hand, and a sword pill turned into a void light.

Concealment.

The Hidden Void Sword Technique was Sword Master Yuan Tian's sword technique back then.

Daoist Dayan trembled and stared at the sword light.

The sword pill turned illusory and circled around him. With a flash, it brought with it a spray of blood.

No one could block this sword light.

No one could see through the rules of this sword light.

All the people from the Ethereal Dao Sect who were giving chase stopped in midair, not daring to advance.

"Boom—"

In the distance, the explosive sword light and spiritual light collided, and the roar was like thunder.

Explosive flames illuminated the sky.

Han Muye knew that this was Patriarch Tao Ran reminding him to leave quickly. The two half-step Heaven Realm experts had made a comeback with all their might.

With a long laugh, Han Muye reached out and summoned back his sword pill. The sword pill led Daoist Dayan, and he turned into a breeze, condensing into a sword light that streaked across the sky.

No one could catch up.

The Flying Sword Technique was one of the fastest speeds, not to mention that Han Muye used the Sword Pill to fly, which contained the spatial power of the Hidden Void Sword Technique.

"You, Han Muye, how long have you been cultivating his sword techniques?" Daoist Dayan, who had transformed into a breeze, asked.

How long?

Han Muye chuckled. "A year."

It was barely a year.

"A year…"

Daoist Dayan was silent for a long time before saying in a low voice, "Han Muye, when you surpass him one day, I'll acknowledge you as my master."

Did he surpass Sword Master Yuan Tian?

Han Muye's eyes lit up.

Of course, I want to surpass Sword Master Yuan Tian, he thought.

"Haha, kid Han, did you succeed?"

Up ahead, Patriarch Tao Ran laughed.

At some point, he had escaped the pursuit of two people of the same level and arrived here.

Han Muye turned to look at Daoist Dayan.