Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Those who had been paying attention to Han Muye exclaimed.

"Let's go and catch up." Someone's sword light rose.

"If Immortal Han doesn't have the intention to fight, then let me replace him!" Someone chuckled and led the sword light into the sky.

Han Muye led the way with his sword, and several sword lights chased after him.

Ahead, a few sword lights met him.

"Immortal Han, stay for a moment."

"Han Muye, take my strike."

"I'm Feng Shanci of the Spiritual Dao. I'm willing to ask Immortal Han for guidance!"

The sword light collided with Han Muye.

Yesterday, many people blocked the way, and Han Muye sparred with them.

Although they were no match for Han Muye, everyone had gained something.

The exchange of sword techniques with sword experts was the most motivating.

There were even more people guarding Han Muye that day.

Whether it was for the sake of becoming famous or because they really wanted to spar with him, there were many people who came to fight Han Muye that day.

However, Han Muye didn't want to be entangled with them now.

He had something to do.

Destroy the Black Spirit Valley.

So he was no longer polite to those who blocked the Dao.

"Hand over the sword."

The Green Destiny Sword was unsheathed and turned into a green spiritual light beside Han Muye.

On the other side, the purple Purple Flame Sword turned into a purple spiritual light that flickered.

The purple and green swords flashed forward like wings of light 100 feet away from Han Muye.

"Clang—"

The Green Destiny Sword swept across the sword in a sword cultivator's hand, pressing him down into the sky.

On the other side, the Purple Flame Sword flashed and brushed past a young man's waist, cutting off his belt.

It was fast.

In the world of the Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword, nine out of ten were fast!

Before stepping into the peak of the Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword, it was already enough to unleash sword light so quickly and formlessly.

"Boom—"

The sword lights of the two swords intertwined in midair and turned into a fire dragon.

The fire dragon swung its tail and smashed down the sword cultivators who had fallen behind.

In an instant, Han Muye defeated more than ten Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword.

"How powerful…"

Not far away, a young sword cultivator who had stopped spoke in a low voice.

"Why? Are you afraid?" Beside him, a young girl in green clothes had battle intent in her eyes.

"Afraid?" The young man laughed and turned into a stream of light as he rushed towards Han Muye.

"Why would we sword cultivators be afraid of battle?

"At most—"

"Bam—"

The dissipating flames of the fire dragon exploded, wrapped around the young man, and smashed into the cloud.

The girl in green shook her head and said softly, "I mean, should we join forces?"

….

At 23,000 miles a day, the sword light killed 72 experts.

Han Muye's battle record was as glorious as the sun.

On this day, the Western Frontier was shaken.

On the Nine Mystic Mountain, the bell to gather the Elders for a meeting sounded.

Sect Master Jin Ze, who had never appeared, personally presided over the meeting. Then several peak-level Earth Realm Soul Awakening Elders went down the mountain and welcomed Han Muye.

Not only the Nine Mystic Mountain, but many other sects with the positions of the nine sects of the Western Frontier also sent their junior experts.

In the eyes of the other sects, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect must have a deeper meaning.

The greatest possibility was that he would sharpen his sword before re-ranking the nine sects in the Western Frontier.

The Sword Dao, path of the sword, and way of the sword had to be rescheduled in front of the nine sects and used the younger generation of the Western Frontier sects to sharpen the swords.

On this day, countless young experts in the Western Frontier left their sects.

On this day, hundreds of battles occurred in the Western Frontier.

These young experts of the Western Frontier were not just here to fight Han Muye.

When they met each other, they would attack.

Since they were evenly matched, he naturally had to befriend them.

If he could not block someone else's sword, he should return to his sect and cultivate for a few more years.

In three days, Han Muye flew 50,000 miles, fought 180 battles in a row, and drew his sword more than 500 times.

He did not lose a single battle.

Someone calculated that Han Muye never repeated his sword moves.

Some people even said that no one could block Immortal Han's second strike.

The number one sword cultivator of the Western Frontier's younger generation was famous.

On the Nine Mystic Mountain, Tuoba Cheng frowned as he held the flashing communication jade slip.

"What does this kid want?"

The nine sects were about to be ranked and did not hide their strength. Was he complaining that he did not have enough opponents?

"Hehe, do you think you can control him?" Beside Tuoba Cheng, the silver-haired Jin Ze smiled and said.

"If you want to become the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier, how can you do it without sharpness?"

The number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier.

A trace of battle intent rose from Tuoba Cheng's body, but it was suppressed.

Tuoba Cheng was confident in his talent and temperament.

However, he did not dare to hope for the position of the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier.

He thought highly of Han Muye and felt that as long as he endured and cultivated hard, he would eventually soar into the sky.

But not now.

"Don't think too much. In the end, our Nine Mystic Sword Sect has to be strong enough."

Jin Ze's eyes were a little turbid, but they looked even more wise and deep.

"As long as you step into the Heaven Realm, all the problems will be solved."

Jin Ze shook his head and said softly, "I really want to see how my Nine Mystic Sword Sect has a Heaven Realm cultivator holding down the fort and presiding over…"

Tuoba Cheng turned to look at him and said softly, "Actually, even without this method, I can still—"

Before he could finish, Jin Ze had already raised his hand. "A hundred years. Who will give my Nine Mystic Sword Sect a hundred years?"

Tuoba Cheng was silent.

In a few days, the cultivation world of the Western Frontier was extremely exciting.

The genius disciple of the Tai Yi Sword Sect defeated the sword cultivator blocking the way with a single strike and left.

Even with the three young disciples of the Spiritual Dao Sect joining forces, the 10 Earth Realm experts could not withstand a single move.

The young sect master of the Moon Essence Sword Sect turned his sword into the moon and killed five cultivators who were disrespectful to him.

There were countless experts from the various sects.

On the Falling Cloud Mountain, the number one expert of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect's younger generation, Du Feng, defeated the number one direct disciple of the Three Flower Sword Sect with one strike. Even his guard expert, an eighth level Earth Realm Soul Awakening expert, was injured with three strikes.