Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



But in the next moment, the Ascendant Tiger Guard, who was 100 feet tall, smashed down with a punch, hitting Zhang Zhenbiao in the back.

Zhang Zhenbiao was smashed to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The sword beams and golden pagodas that blocked the array cover in the void also fell pitifully.

With this blow, even if Zhang Zhenbiao didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

"Buzz!"

In mid-air, gusts of wind swirled and flickered, with a dark golden halo circulating on them.

This was some kind of secret communication mark of the Gale Bandits.

Zuo Baichou said with a gloomy expression, "The Gale Bandits have attracted experts here. If we don't stop the blood sacrifice, the experts of the Gale Bandits will come and slaughter the city."

Zhao Chen opened his mouth, frustration flashing across his face.

He was too greedy.

Otherwise, he would have left this troublesome place long ago.

"Clang—"

The golden tower that had fallen to the ground soared into the sky, emitting a dazzling golden light.

The sound of sword humming resounded.

"What he said is true," Han Muye, standing in front of the attic window, spoke softly.

He watched as the gathering dark clouds reappeared in front of him, his eyes shimmering.

The transmission from the golden tower was a call for help and a warning.

According to the message conveyed by Zhang Zhenbiao, if this blood sacrifice were completed, it would awaken the soul of a great demon suppressed by the underground geothermal fire.

Whether it was the Nine-Death Insects or the blood sacrifice, it was all for the sake of that great demon's soul.

Was it the divine beast that had been hidden in the convergence of the geothermal fire?

Was that the suppressed soul of a great demon?

If it really was a divine beast rising up, Han Muye was confident he could escape unharmed.

However, he had no idea how many of the cultivators in the city would survive.

Looking at the sword tower flickering with golden light in the void, Han Muye restrained his aura, and a faint sword intent flashed.

"Young Master, the Sword Tower of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect has issued a warning, and all the forces under our jurisdiction must respond, otherwise they will be considered rebellious." Elder Chu's figure flashed below the attic and landed behind Zhao Chen, speaking in a low voice.

Zhao Chen smiled bitterly and nodded. He raised his hand and a golden flag of gathering gold appeared..

In this situation, they couldn't afford to remain idle.

Even if the opponent was the formidable Ascendant Tiger Guard or Dao Lord Peng Ming, who controlled the grand formation.

"Boom!"

Behind Zuo Baichou, two figures dashed out of the attic, crashing through the dome and heading towards the gathering dark clouds.

Elder Chu reached out and took the golden flag of gathering gold. Stepping forward, he collided with a Nine-Death Insect.

The flag wrapped around Nine-Death Insect's body.

At this moment, figures flew out from within Sanhuo City, either pulling the suppressed Gale Bandits or holding onto the Nine-Death Insect. Several experts with at least the Nascent Soul stage of cultivation went to resist the dark clouds.

No one wanted to die.

They didn't want to be part of the blood sacrifice, didn't want to see their city destroyed, and didn't want to be held accountable by the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

Low-level cultivators were like this, struggling for their meager lives.

Originally, they only wanted to cultivate in peace and pursue their own paths, but they couldn't find a truly peaceful place.

Matters that had nothing to do with them ended up entangling their lives.

"They're just ants." In the sky, Dao Lord Peng Ming, who was surrounded by three avatars and his main body, snorted coldly. He raised his hand and caused the canopy in the sky to slowly descend.

Every time the canopy fell, the entire city of Sanhuo seemed to be weighed down by a heavy object, and the pavilions collapsed.

Every cultivator felt their body ache and their limbs felt heavy, as if weighed down by thousands of catties.

While the cultivators were suppressed, the Ascendant Tiger Guard was not.

They moved swiftly, their blades and spears slashing and sweeping, each strike clearing out a space of a hundred feet.

This was a massacre.

The defensive formation of Sanhuo City, in turn, became a killing formation that suppressed all the cultivators in the city!

Zhao Chen's face was pale as he held a green pearl of light in his hand.

Zuo Baichuan also floated the three short swords in front of him, his body emitting traces of sword intent.

It was unusual that this guy was actually a sword cultivator.

Who would have thought that Zuo Baichou, known for his expertise in business strategies in the Wanshen Trading Company, was actually a swordsman?

However, whether it was Zuo Baichou or Zhao Chen, their expressions were extremely grave.

They had no confidence in escaping under the suppression of the grand formation.

"Actually, there's no need for all this trouble."

At that moment, Han Muye, standing in front of the window, suddenly spoke up.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure moved slightly and appeared in midair.

Raising his hand, the four-layered golden sword tower trembled.

As Zhang Zhenbiao's sword tower shook, it landed in Han Muye's hand.

"Gather."I think you should take a look at

Han Muye shouted, and the swords scattered all over the city vibrated.

The swords converged into a dragon, let out a roar towards the sky, and then rushed into the sword tower.

The four-story golden sword tower flickered with sword light, transforming into a colossal golden longsword.

The blade of the longsword was grayish-green, with shimmering dark golden patterns, and the hilt bore the mark of a golden sword tower.

"How can you behave atrociously under the rule of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect?"

Han Muye's low voice reverberated through the air, shaking the void.

At this moment, the space for thousands of miles was filled with the sound of swords humming!

The authentic cultivation technique and sword Dao of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect!

Below, Zhang Zhenbiao, coughing up blood, crawled out of the ruins and looked at Han Muye, who wielded the sword tower in the sky like an immortal being. He shouted, "Zhang Zhenbiao requests Senior Brother to slay the enemy—"

He tossed his longsword into the air, soaring towards the sky!

Han Muye raised his hand and grasped the longsword, calmly saying, "Good."

Good!

This one word epitomized the arrogance of a swordsman!

So what if there were formidable enemies?

So what if the situation was perilous and unsustainable?

With the sword in his hand, blood was burning.

The lives and deaths of millions, the honor and disgrace of the sect, all encapsulated in this one word of commitment.

"A true sword immortal…" Zhao Chen stared at Han Muye, who held his sword aloft, his eyes widening as he murmured to himself.

"Truly a sword immortal's bearing!" Zuo Baichou's face flushed with excitement as he fixed his gaze on Han Muye.

With a single word, Han Muye swept across the sky like a hurricane, engulfing everything.

Radiant immortal light shimmered above Sanhuo City.

He raised his sword, and with a single strike, he slashed towards the boundless canopy in the sky.

There was wind and thunder in the sword!

This was the Sword of Wind and Lightning inherited by the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, and it was also the power of lightning that Han Muye had condensed from the divine beast Kui.

Amidst the rolling wind and thunder, even before the sword light arrived, the canopy had already been lifted up.

"Boom!"

A sword light exploded like a thunderclap, tearing apart the canopy formed by the array.

The interweaving immortal runes were cut in half.

Zhang Zhenbiao's 13 sword lights could only barely block the canopy, but it was cut in half just like that.

"Clean and neat, wind and clouds turning into lightning, good sword technique!" Zhang Zhenbiao, who was holding a broken wooden fragment, raised his head, his eyes shining.

This swordsmanship was rare even among the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect's immortals.

Below, countless cultivators looked up.

In front of Zuo Baichuan, three sword lights vibrated, as if they were frightened by this sword.

"Since I borrowed the power of Sanhuo City's geothermal fire, naturally, I must return it." Han Muye looked at the stunned and trembling Dao Lord Peng Ming, calmly speaking.

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his sword once again.

"Slash—"

Streaks of flowing light tore through the Huagai, transforming into flames that fell to the ground.

As these flames descended, they ignited the dormant geothermal fires within the city, and flickering flames illuminated the sky with intense brightness.

The once blazing and dazzling light and heat, at this moment, appeared so familiar and comforting to everyone.

Sanhuo City should be surrounded by such fireworks!

The power of the geothermal fire returned, the grand formation dissipated, and the power suppressing the Gale Bandits and Nine-Death Insects disappeared.

The Nine-Death Insects and the Gale Bandits in their black armor and on their black-armored steeds stood up from the ground.

Han Muye slowly lowered his sword, his gaze sweeping around. He exuded a majestic aura and a profound sword intent that made it impossible to look directly at him.

"Under the jurisdiction of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, any act of rebellion will be met with no mercy."

Where the sword pointed, clarity emerged in the heavens and the earth!

Whether it was the immortal cultivators, the Gale Bandits in black armor, or the squirming Nine-Death Insects, all came to a slow halt.

Life and death hung by a thread in the face of the sword!

Han Muye slowly raised his sword and pointed it at the trembling Dao Lord Peng Ming, then slowly pointed it at the hundred-foot-tall Ascendant Tiger Guard standing on the Qinghong Square.

The Ascendant Tiger Guard, who was wearing green and gray armor, clenched his fists tightly. His expression was solemn, and his eyes were filled with boundless battle intent.

No certainty, but compelled to fight.

Because the sword in Han Muye's hand condensed a power that made people have no choice but to fight.

"A tiger guard under the command of the exalted Heavenly Demon King of the Bitter Immortal Realm?"

The sword in Han Muye's hand flashed with green light.

"Spanning billions of miles in the heavens and earth, you must have a task that must be completed here.

"I'll give you a chance to die a glorious death in battle."\

"Receive my strike."