Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



This level of cultivation was even lower than Patriarch Tao Ran's, but the unstoppable Sword Dao in his body made people feel that he was much stronger than Patriarch Tao Ran.

On the side, Tuoba Cheng's Sword Dao power was weaker, but his blood qi was strong, and the power of the ancient divine beast, the White Tiger, surged.

It seemed that he had chosen to take the Pure Bloodline Pill that Han Muye had left for him.

When Han Muye came to the Central Continent, he had handed a few medicinal pills to Tuoba Cheng.

Among them were pills that purified the bloodline.

The flying ship moved forward and slowly left the Heavenly Mystic defense line.

No one knew that the experts on this flying ship were all at the peak of the Heavenly Mystic Sword Dao.

After leaving the Heavenly Mystic defense line, the flying ship became even more concealed.

In the cabin, Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and a faint spiritual light flickered on his body.

The immortal alms bowl tens of thousands of miles away suddenly shook.

The Heavenly Mystic army stationed under the alms bowl immediately took action.

In less than two hours, Lu Yang led three million troops to follow the alms bowl and charge into the army formation of the Immortal Spirit Army.

"Boom!"

The golden Buddhist light shone and suppressed the Immortal Spirit Army.

Golden military formations appeared one after another.

These were all Immortal Spirit armies that had been devoured and refined by the alms bowl over the years.

These soldiers were now covered in golden light. They held sabers, spears, and swords in their hands and rushed towards the military formation without hesitation.

They were fearless and obeyed orders.

This was a puppet army that did not feel pain and only knew how to charge.

Moreover, as the military formation attacked, the Buddhist light expanded more and more.

In just a moment, hundreds of thousands of immortal spirits were devoured.

In this battle, the Immortal Artifact Alms Bowl finally revealed the might that an Immortal Artifact should possess.

The army could not resist this treasure at all.

Only when experts gathered together could they resist the devouring with their own combat strength and resist the Buddhist light.

The army of the Heavenly Mystic marched straight in and swept across a million miles.

The alms bowl immortal treasure devoured a million troops.

With two million puppets that could not feel pain in front of them, a huge hole was torn in the Immortal Spirit Front.

This was the first time the Heavenly Mystic took the initiative to attack.

This battle invigorated the hearts of the people and made all the frontline troops of Heavenly Mystic have the desire to counterattack.

For a moment, the frontlines were filled with fighting spirit.

The Heavenly Mystic army had been suppressed for so long that they had forgotten to counterattack.

ƥαṇdα- ηθνε|·ƈθm If this continued, how could there be any hope for the Dao Competition?

The frontlines shook, and the Immortal Spirit World army had no choice but to mobilize to block the gap.

"Alright, we can leave," Han Muye said calmly as he watched the Immortal Spirit army in the void in front of him leave.

Who would have thought that the Heavenly Mystic army's formation was just to create an opportunity for them to cross the front line?

Actually, even Qin Suyang and the others did not know what Han Muye meant.

Was it to let the frontline counterattack, or was it really to save people?

From the looks of it, the victory at the front line seemed to be more useful than them saving people.

"Buzz!"

With a flash of spiritual light, the flying ship's speed was activated to the extreme.

Qin Suyang raised his hand, and a Great Spirit turned into a cloud barrier that covered the surrounding void.

When the cloud barrier dissipated, the flying ship was long gone.

The immortal spirit army stationed in the void did not detect the existence of the flying ship from the beginning to the end.

This was a flying ship. If the army really advanced, it would be impossible to rely on this concealment method.

This was also the reason why both sides did not carry out such a strategy.

The Dao Competition was a fair and square suppression. It was useless to rely on one or two beheadings and destruction.

Moreover, the true upper echelons of both sides were all top-notch experts.

The flying ship moved forward and followed the direction Han Muye remembered.

After traveling for tens of millions of miles, he could only move forward slowly.

Even the Half-Saints couldn't find out where Mo Shenghua was.

In the void, the effects of divine thoughts were not as great as imagined.

Once his divine sense spread out, not only would he not be able to detect the person he was looking for, but he would also expose his location.

"300,000 miles ahead, there are Out-of-body Divine Telekinesis cultivators investigating," Qin Suyang narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice.

At this moment, all the experts stood on the deck of the bow and stared ahead.

Han Muye nodded and raised his hand for Lin Shen and the others to fly the flying ship towards a place dense with meteorites.

With the meteorite shielding them, they wouldn't be exposed for the time being.

The flying ship landed on the meteorite, and everyone restrained their auras.

"Zhao Youzhi, kill a sword cultivator and bring back his sword," Han Muye said calmly as he stood in front of the deck.

Since they were at the frontline, this was a military order.

Zhao Youzhi nodded and bowed before disappearing.

The few cultivators' expressions changed.

This method was not a cultivation method, but one's strength had already seeped into one's bones. It was really like those demons who had inherited concealment methods in their bloodlines.

Not long after, Zhao Youzhi flew back with an unsheathed sword in his hand.

"Not bad." Zhao Mingshu's gaze fell on Zhao Youzhi as he nodded lightly.

Zhao Youzhi did not seem to see it. He just walked forward and handed the sword to Han Muye.

Han Muye reached for the sword and the sword Qi surged into it.

Images appeared in his mind.

"Move forward at full speed. There's no need to hide." Han Muye's eyes turned cold as he shouted.

"Boom!"

The spiritual energy on the flying ship exploded and broke through the void.

In an instant, divine senses descended from the void.

Sword light slowly rose from Han Muye's body.

On the deck, everyone adjusted their strength.

This was the hinterland of the Immortal Spirit World. Even a Half-Saint expert like Qin Suyang did not dare to say that he would definitely be able to return alive.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A series of explosions sounded.

"Haha, again—"

"I, Mo Shenghua, have never been afraid of sword cultivators in the world!"

The long laughter and sword howls intertwined.

In front of him, spiritual lights and sword lights flashed, shattering meteors one after another.

A blood-red figure in a long green robe weaved between the meteors.

The sword light followed.

This sword light was resplendent and green, like immortal light.

Behind him, hundreds of sword lights and spiritual light turned into chains. With every attack, the green sword light became thinner.

"Come on! I, Mo Shenghua, am the only sword in my life. Let's see which one of you can break my sword!"

"Damn it, is that all you've got? You're not even worthy of carrying my shoes with this sword!"

Amidst the laughter, blood splattered.

The green sword light could not block all the swords, but the sword light pierced through the green robe. However, Mo Shenghua, who was running with the sword, did not seem to have injured himself.

"Slash—"

Even in this adversity, he still forcefully drew his sword and counterattacked.

A middle-aged sword cultivator in golden armor was too fast. He was pierced by the sword light and fell into the void.

The others slowly gathered around.

Mo Shenghua was covered in blood, and blood was gushing out of his mouth.

He stood on top of a meteorite, his long sword propped up.

"I've killed to my heart's content.

"Mo Shenghua from the Sword Pavilion of the Heavenly Mystic Western Frontier's Nine Mystic Sword Sect. Who wants to kill me?

"Aren't all of you afraid of the whereabouts of the Immortal Artifact, Dark Jade Saber?

"Who wants to kill me? Take my soul and search it.

"Let's see if my soul is as hardy as the sword in my hand."

Mo Shenghua's eyes were full of determination as he laughed out loud.

"Kill." An old voice sounded from the void.

Three sword lights collided with Mo Shenghua.

"Sun Youdao, you f*cking coward. I'm sleeping with your daughter. What can you do to me—" Mo Shenghua laughed and raised his sword with difficulty.

"Clang—"

With one strike, all three sword lights shattered.

Qin Suyang, who was wearing a green Confucian robe, took a step forward and stood in front of Mo Shenghua.

"Heavenly Mystic, Qin Suyang."

Qin Suyang looked at the figure hidden in the clouds in front of him and said calmly.

At this moment, the sword light on his body exploded and turned into endless sword clouds.

"F*ck, a Sage in Sword Dao." Mo Shenghua's eyes widened. Envy flashed across his face, but his entire body was in pain, and his muscles and bones were twitching.

"The Heavenly Mystic Sages and the Great Sword Cultivators. I didn't expect to catch such a big fish." Sun Youdao, who was wearing a green robe, slowly walked forward with a calm expression.

"Let me see who has come to save this piece of trash from the Heavenly Mystic."

Sun Youdao's gaze turned to the flying ship, and his expression turned solemn.

"Boom!"

Streaks of sword light were like heavenly pillars that pierced through heaven and earth, sweeping away the darkness in the void.

"Heavenly Mystic Sword Cultivator, Gongsun Shu, has come to save my fellow Heavenly Mystic Sword Cultivator."

"Heavenly Mystic Sword Cultivator, Zhao Mingshu, has come to save my fellow Heavenly Mystic sword cultivator."

"Heavenly Mystic Sword Cultivator, Qian Chengyuan, has come to save my fellow Heavenly Mystic sword cultivator."

…

"Heavenly Mystic Sword Cultivator, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's Tuoba Cheng, is here to save our senior."

"Heavenly Mystic Sword Cultivator, Deng Chungang of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, is here to save my senior."

…

"Heavenly Mystic, Han Muye." Sun Youdao looked at Han Muye, who was standing at the bow, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"To be able to kill you today, no matter how great the loss is, it's worth it."

He waved his hand and countless spiritual lights lit up in the void.

The army surrounded them.

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