Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



"Hey, this kid is really arrogant. The Iron Thornbird has incredible speed, although its combat power is only at the Earth Realm, it's extremely difficult to deal with."

Inside a trial hall in a city, an old man wearing a white robe shook his head with some regret as he looked through the floating eyes above Han Muye's head, observing the situation on the third level of the trial ground.

At this moment, there were already 13 floating eyes above Han Muye's head.

"Shall we go?" Han Muye raised his sword and took a step forward.

"I'm afraid the Iron Thornbirds won't come!"

With a low shout, Han Muye followed the sword and stepped onto the dense treetops, moving even faster than the Iron Thornbird.

It was obvious that the third-level space suppressed the power of flight, but Han Muye soared and stepped between the treetops as if walking on clouds.

"This is the manifestation of swordsmanship transforming into physical strength." Inside a green-colored hall, a Daoist holding a green longsword watched Han Muye below with eyes shining.

"It must be the Floating Cloud Sword Intent. His body is like a light cloud, and his sword reaches the highest heavens." A young man behind the Daoist spoke softly, "His mastery of this sword intent is so proficient that he could probably rank in the top ten among our disciples at the Tianyun Hall."

The Daoist in front of him emained silent.

With so many eyes fixed on Han Muye above his head, how could their Tianyun Hall possibly seize him?

"Slash—"

Han Muye thrust his sword, piercing into the treetops, and when he flew out, he had already killed three giant birds.

As the giant birds fell, Han Muye's figure flashed, and his swords moved lightly like floating clouds as he traversed between the treetops. With a low shout, he said, "I'll give you all 15 minutes."

Fifteen minutes!

It was still 15 minutes!

The onlookers below raised their heads and saw that despite the severe injuries, the fallen Iron Thornbird had not been killed!

"Senior Brother Han…" one of the trial disciples' faces flushed with excitement, and he whispered, "It was us who held back Senior Brother Han."

The others nodded.

"Don't let Senior Brother Han's goodwill go to waste. He has already attracted the siege of the Iron Thornbirds."

One of the trial disciples shouted lowly, unsheathing his sword and cutting a fallen giant bird into two with a single strike.

In the sky, black giant birds were already swooping towards Han Muye.

In the distance, a swarm of black birds resembling a thick cloud was charging.

The combined power of their Qi and blood condensed into a 10,000-foot giant bird, spreading its wings and fiercely swooping down towards them.

This strike could directly shatter the mountains and forests within a 10-mile radius, turning them into dust!

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the sword in Han Muye's hand, behind the eyes above his head.

Since Han Muye dared to face the flock of Iron Thornbirds alone, he must have been confident about passing this trial.

However, how he would handle it made a big difference between passing smoothly and barely making it through.

"When I encountered the third level, it wasn't Iron Thornbirds but the much weaker Hundred Song Birds. Even so, it took me 13 days to barely complete the mission." In the trial hall of Yunlu City, Hu Jie shook his head and spoke softly.

The other disciples of the Sword Sect had concerned expressions on their faces.

From the third level onwards, the difficulty of the trial increased by more than tenfold.

Many of the disciples waiting for the trial had already turned pale.

They had witnessed the strength of the Iron Thornbirds, their speed, and their coordinated attacks.

For cultivators whose flight abilities were suppressed, it was extremely challenging to deal with such flying birds.

The trial ground was not a place where no one died.

On the contrary, the number of deaths in the trial ground was hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times more than the number of those who passed the trial.

"He's moving!" someone whispered.

"His sword, his sword is flying!" someone widened their eyes.

"He, he's controlling the sword!" In the trial hall where Han Muye was being observed, countless people shouted in excitement.

Han Muye released his grip, and the sword in his palm flew out.

A swordsman let go of his sword.

That sword, with its dazzling brilliance, cleaved down upon the giant bird formed by the flock of birds in front of him.

The sword light condensed into a hundred-zhang illusion, shimmering with divine patterns, incredibly sharp to the extreme.

With a single sword strike, hundreds of giant birds were torn apart by the sword light.

The formation of the giant birds was also split in half by the sword.

This sword strike exceeded everyone's expectations.

As a swordsman, it wasn't that they couldn't practice the art of sword control.

However, sword control was mostly used in one-on-one situations, and it was rare to release the grip on the sword in the face of a siege.

After all, for a swordsman, the sword in their hand was their greatest reliance.

"Without a sword in hand, but with a sword in his heart, has he reached such a level of cultivation?" In a trial hall, an old man who had been meditating slowly stood up.I think you should take a look at

Behind him, all the disciples of the Sword Sect had their eyes shining brightly.

"This kid, this sword is interesting." The big man standing next to Xuntian Hall's Zhu Yong shouted.

"This sword carries the shadow of my Xuntian Hall's swordsmanship." Zhu Yong stared at the long sword flying back into Han Muye's hand and whispered.

His voice was so soft, so soft that only he could hear it.

Han Muye retracted his sword, his figure did not retreat, and he went straight into the scattered flock of birds.

At that moment, the birds unable to regroup could only be slaughtered under his sword.

His body seemed weightless as he flew among the birds, and with each movement, a burst of blood followed.

With a light swing of his long sword, it swept across the neck of a giant bird, causing an Iron Thornbird to fall.

"Great sword intent. By utilizing the power of the bird's wings, he moves freely, and not a single bird can come close to him even after the Iron Thornbird flock has been slain." A middle-aged swordsman standing in the center of the trial hall had shining eyes.

"Find out who this person is, quickly." He bellowed.

Two disciples of the Sword Sect glanced at each other, quickly bowed, glanced at Han Muye on the screen, and then exited the hall.

In the trial ground, not only was combat strength important, but also swordsmanship and sword intent.

If Han Muye's displayed swordsmanship, the sword control technique, was exquisite to the utmost degree,

then the Floating Cloud Sword Intent he was demonstrating at this moment, floating like wisps of clouds among the countless giant birds, was truly marvelous.

The freedom and grace exhibited while maneuvering between the birds, appearing like drifting clouds but accompanied by a bewitching bloodlust with each flicker, intoxicated everyone.

"This is how we sword cultivators are supposed to be…" A trial disciple standing behind the disciples of the Sword Sect emitted a resolute sword light.

A swordsman should be able to wield his sword without any regrets, freely and unrestrained.

What Han Muye demonstrated in these three levels was exactly what low-level sword cultivators imagined.

"This is the true Sword Immortal!" Someone whispered.

Sword Immortal.

This term accurately described Han Muye, who was gracefully gliding among the giant birds like clouds!

"Slash—"

Han Muye swung his sword, and a ten-zhang sword light slashed out. Then, he descended directly to the ground.

In his hand, the jade stone emitted a golden light.

Fifteen minutes hadn't passed yet, but it was close.

He didn't wait, and the golden light emanating from the jade stone directly enveloped his body, causing him to disappear on this level.

There was no need to wait any longer.

The other trial disciples who came with him had already killed enough Iron Thornbirds.

It couldn't be said that they killed them; they only needed to use their swords to cut the necks of the fallen Iron Thornbirds.

"Boom!"

As soon as they entered the fourth level of the trial ground, a massive gray-yellow rhinoceros, 30 feet tall, charged directly at Han Muye.

The power surging through the rhinoceros was already at the level of a half-step Heavenly Realm, with surging Qi and blood resembling a long river.

At this moment, there were thirty-eight eyes of various colors floating above Han Muye's head, closely watching his every move.

"Senior Brother, you don't need to worry about us, go all out!" One of the trial disciples standing behind Han Muye shouted lowly, then retreated towards the back.

"Senior Brother, we will definitely pass 10 levels and become inner disciples of the Sword Sect. We will meet again in the sect."

A trial disciple holding a long sword shouted, with a fighting spirit surging within him, and charged towards the 30-foot-tall rhinoceros appearing on one side.

"Senior Brother Han, the Sword Sect awaits!"

"Senior Brother, the Sword Sect awaits!"

All the trial disciples didn't want to hinder Han Muye and chose to step back.

Originally, they had followed Han Muye into the trial ground from Yunlu City, thinking they could go a bit farther in the trial with Han Muye looking after them.

They never expected that Han Muye would lead them into the fourth level of the trial ground in less than an hour.

They couldn't hinder Han Muye any longer.

Now that countless people were paying attention to Han Muye, this elite seed, his energy should be focused on facing the trial, not leading them.

Han Muye turned to look, nodded, and said calmly, "Good."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light rose.

The dazzling light made all 38 eyes above his head only able to see a silvery-white glow.

"Damn, what a ruthless sword!"

Beside Zhu Yong, the big man slapped his thigh and shouted in excitement.