Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Why did he practice swordsmanship?

Han Muye knew from the moment he held the hilt.

With the sword in hand, the sword was in his heart.

With a sword in hand, his heart remained calm.

With a sword in his heart, he cared not for formidable enemies in front of him; he would simply slay them with a single strike.

Even if a rain of arrows fell from below, swift as the wind, converging with the force of a piercing cone.

Even if the name of the Gale Arrow Formation resounded throughout the Immortal World and rampaged through the Bitter Immortal Realm.

Even if he stood alone with a sword, facing 10,000 arrows simultaneously.

He would unleash this strike!

The myriad sword lights collided with the swiftly shot arrows, breaking through their shadows before plummeting straight down.

It wasn't just one sword that did this.

It was as if all the swords in the world did it!

As a swordsman, if he couldn't control each sword light he unleashed, then what was the point of practicing the sword?

But compared to Han Muye's previous technique of 10,000 swords and 10,000 methods, this was already a hundred times easier.

The myriad sword lights cleaved the myriad long swords in half, and then the sword lights continued relentlessly, descending directly.

This strike, unexpectedly fell straight onto the top of the arrow formation, intending to shatter it.

If the arrow formation shattered, the 10,000 Gale Bandits would definitely die.

"Defend—"

With a loud shout, the leader in black armor sitting at the forefront of the arrow formation leaped up, wielding a nine-foot-long spear in hand.

Blades transformed into a thousand green serpents, blocking the sword lights.

The arrow formation below changed, with everyone raising their longbows, drawing the bowstrings taut, causing a faint halo of light to appear, floating silently in mid-air.

The Gale Arrow Formation not only excelled in long-range attacks but also in close defense. It was truly remarkable.

Han Muye's gaze fell upon this forbidden battle formation, his expression unchanged, only slightly reducing the force of his sword in hand.

"Bang!"

Ten thousand swords slashed down, and the thousand Dao dragons led by the Gale Pirates shattered. The sword light collided with the spear in his hand, causing the sound of metal colliding.

A single strike.

1,000 swords.

The spear shattered.

Like a torrential flow, the sword lights sent this expert at the Sage realm crashing to the ground, then they thunderously struck down towards the light curtain rising from the arrow formation.

"Bang!"

The light curtain shattered, the sword lights exploded, and the longbows in the hands of the Gale Bandits also fractured and crumbled.

The defensive formation, broken by a single sword!

In the void, Han Muye held his sword with a calm expression.

"It's a pity I didn't get to witness the ten rounds of simultaneous shooting by the Gale Arrow Formation."

The tip of his sword exuded a cold aura.

Below, the leader of the Gale Pirates, who had been knocked down, slowly stood up. He removed his face mask, revealing a scarred and weathered face.

"I am Chang Linhui, the commander of the Gale 37th Formation. Let them go. I'll bear all the blame."

As soon as he finished speaking, the battle formation behind him surged with vitality and blood. The phantom of a wind leopard with a towering stature emerged.

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The phantom of the wind leopard roared lowly at Han Muye.

"Do not provoke him!" Chang Linhui shouted, opened his hands, and removed the iron armor from his body.

"I surrender."

Han Muye glanced at him, his figure moved, and he disappeared in mid-air.

Chang Linhui looked up, let out a sigh of relief, his face turned pale at first, then flushed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body went limp, and he knelt on the ground.

"Impressive, such a formidable swordsman…"

Behind him, a group of Gale Bandits rushed to support him, but he waved them away, shaking his head. "Go, I said I would surrender."

Just as the people behind him were about to persuade him, Chang Linhui shouted, "Get lost! Do you want to die here?"

"The Mystic Spirit Sword Sect's army is about to arrive. If we don't leave now, we'll all die!"

The people behind him looked at each other, clasped their fists, bowed, and then triggered the arrow formation to split into hundreds of torrents, rushing away.

At this moment, Han Muye had already returned to the attic.

From the time he left to the time he returned, exactly 10 breaths had passed.

"So, this is what you called '10 breaths,' Brother Han…" Zhao Chen's face flickered with fanaticism as he spoke softly.

Behind him, Elder Chu looked at Han Muye again. Apart from a solemn expression, there was a hint of respect.

Standing on the bluestone square, Zhang Zhenbiao raised his head and looked at the sky that had regained its light.

Was the difference between people really that great?

He had been cultivating in the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect for over 8,300 years, reaching the realm of a Sage, overseeing his own domain, living carefree.

In the past thousand years, his cultivation had not advanced much.

But that was nothing. The sect had countless Sages who had been practicing for ten thousand years or even a hundred thousand years.

At this level, progress was like grinding water.

He had thought that everyone was like this.

Today, Han Muye's ten breaths had made him understand that humans were really different.

Traces of battle intent appeared on his body.

"It's time to leave the city…" After muttering to himself, he turned around and left slowly.

For 10 breaths.

The pressure outside the city dissipated.

Whether it was the cultivators who fled out of the city or those who stayed in the city to watch, they all widened their eyes in disbelief.

A Gale Thief 10,000-man battle formation collapsed just like that. Within 10 breaths!

The dazzling sword light wreaked havoc, breaking through the arrow formation and defeating the Gale Pirates head-on.

Was this the true strength of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect?

Truly a dominant force in the realm of cultivation, a hegemon in the Immortal World.

This one sword, these 10 breaths, truly displayed the methods of a great sect.

From this day forward, the strength of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect would be etched into the hearts of everyone.

As for the powerful figure who wielded the sword, knowing that he was from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect was enough.

With such a mighty force as the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, perhaps any random expert could easily sweep away the renowned Gale Bandits?

"Ten breaths means ten breaths. F*cking amazing!" A burly man carrying a large sword had a look of admiration in his eyes as he clapped his hands and cheered.

"I'm impressed, this is what a true swordsman looks like!" An old man, covered in smoke and with slightly disheveled hair, gazed at the calm horizon and murmured to himself.