Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1525 Using the Divine Flame as the Golden Crow, Transforming into a True Spirit!

At this moment, life and death hung by a thread.

If the four true spirit members of the human race had already escaped, whether it was the 60,000 elite members of the Golden Crow tribe or the several true spirit realm members of the Golden Crow tribe, they would probably all perish here.

In this place, the human race had eight true spirit powerhouses.

If the four True Spirits had yet to escape and the Golden Crows could use the power of sealing to kill them, half of the True Spirit experts of the human race would be gone.

This way, the outcome was still unknown.

"Charge!" Shang Zhenyu shouted as he transformed into a Golden Crow and charged forward.

Since Han Muye had already spoken, accepting orders was the first priority.

As a True Spirit cultivator, if he was not the first to step forward, how could the other elites of the Golden Crow race have the will to fight?

Zhang Chenyang followed closely behind.

He also transformed into a Golden Crow, spread his wings, and flew away.

"Chi Jiyu, organize an army to attack. Don't worry about anything. You have to rush to the sealed place." Han Muye shouted as the sword in his hand appeared.

The golden sword turned into a stream of light and led him away.

Behind him, the Golden Crow army paused for a moment before advancing again.

This time, a faint golden light rose.

This was a bloodline power activated by the Heart of Death. Everyone's blood qi and strength began to surge under this golden light.

Even though the Golden Crows were brave to begin with, they still needed immense courage to face a true spirit expert head-on.

He was really challenging a True Spirit as an ant!

"Boom—"

In front of them, the sound of explosions could be heard.

Endless golden light illuminated half of the world.

Had the human True Spirit escaped?

He didn't know.

Everyone charged forward with their heads down.

Han Muye, Shang Zhenyu, and Zhang Chenyang were also charging at full speed.

30,000 miles.

10,000 miles.

5,000 miles.

Thousands of miles.

"Bang!"

Countless shattered chains scattered around.

The seal was broken.

In front of him, a halo of human True Spirits appeared.

The four True Spirits of the human race had escaped.

Ahead, at least 80,000 human race army gathered, along with at least five true spirits.

What should we do?

Shang Zhenyu turned to look at Han Muye, who was following closely behind.

"They have just escaped from the true spirit realm, there's a chance."

Han Muye shouted loudly, and substantial golden light gathered behind him.

The sword in his hand condensed into a huge sword that was a thousand feet long. With a flash, he had already rushed a hundred miles away.

"Slaughter—"

Han Muye's long cry came from the void.

So what if there were tens of thousands of soldiers?

So what if there were several True Spirit Realm experts?

The sword had already been unsheathed, and he had no regrets!

Endless whistling sounds could be heard between heaven and earth.

This was the sound of the sword slashing down, and it was also the sound of heaven and earth echoing.

A half-step True Spirit at the ninth level of the Essence Spirit Realm actually faced several True Spirits and tens of thousands of troops head-on!

"Alright, even if I, Shang Zhenyu, die here today, I will not fall behind Patriarch Han!" Shang Zhenyu laughed loudly. The Golden Crow True Spirit behind him revealed itself and gathered. Its wings carried wind and lightning as it rushed forward.

Although Zhang Chenyang did not speak, the battle intent on his body had already condensed.

At that moment, two True Spirits and a half-step True Spirit were determined to fight to the death.

"Boom—"

Han Muye's sword crossed a thousand miles and slashed down fiercely.

The sword light enveloped the four True Spirit Realm cultivators.

"You have a death wish!"

"Ants!"

lightsnοvεl The four True Spirit Realm experts revealed furious expressions and shouted in unison. The True Spirits on their bodies gathered into form and they raised their hands to slap Han Muye's sword light.

A mere half-step True Spirit actually dared to kill a True Spirit directly. This was a humiliation to them!

"Slash—"

The longsword's sword light collided with the four True Spirit Golden Lights and tore them apart.

This scene stunned everyone.

One sword to break the defense of four True Spirits?

"Boom—"

The sword light shattered and slashed at the four True Spirits again.

The four of them were stunned for a moment. When they came back to their senses, the sword light had already arrived.

"Bang!"

The black armor of the middle-aged man standing at the front shattered.

The hair of the two Daoists standing in the middle was split apart, and their bodies shone with blood.

The last thin female cultivator was slashed on the shoulder, and blood splattered.

One sword had injured four True Spirit Realm cultivators!

"Ho—"

Shang Zhenyu, who was following closely behind Han Muye, punched down.

He was truly at the True Spirit realm of the Golden Crow race and his punch carried the power of wind and lightning. The golden light was like a falling star.

"Kill!" The human True Spirit, who was standing not far away, flew to block the punch.

The saber in his hand slashed down at the fist shadow.

The blade light flew out and shattered upon contact with the fist shadow.

The other True Spirit Realm cultivator blocked the fist shadow with his spear.

"Leave these two to me!" Shang Zhenyu let out a long laugh and raised his hands, his fist shadows flying.

Zhang Chenyang landed and before the four True Spirit Realm humans could react, he had already wrapped two of them with his saber.

Han Muye took a deep breath and looked at the burly man whose armor had just been shattered and the female cultivator whose shoulder had been slashed.

One versus two.

He needed to defeat two opponents at the True Spirit Realm in the shortest time possible and heavily injure at least one in order to win this battle.

It was impossible for Shang Zhenyu to hold on for long.

The human army around them would not give them time.

Even though the two human True Spirits had just escaped and had suffered considerable losses, they were still two True Spirits!

Those below the True Spirit Realm were all ants.

Today, he, Han Muye, was going to challenge two true spirits as an ant.

Was it difficult?

Difficult.

To fight or not?

Fight!

Taking a step forward, the power of the Blazing Sun Golden Crow bloodline gathered behind him.

Another step forward, the divine flames on his body all rose.

The divine flames and bloodline power intertwined, transforming into a set of battle armor.

But Han Muye didn't directly put on the battle armor.

Because he had put on another set of battle armor.