Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 416: Han Muye’s Sword is Splitting the Heavens (2)

“I know about the Shangyang Demon Sect. Back then, I even fought with your previous sect master. That’s all.”

“Stop showing off. What happened today has nothing to do with your Shangyang Demon Sect.”

Looking at Tuoba Cheng and Patriarch Tao Ran, Fu Yusheng revealed a cold expression. “Today, this Nine Mystic Mountain—”

“The Nine Mystic Mountain has stood tall in the Western Frontier for 10,000 years and has never collapsed. Do you know why?” Tuoba Cheng suddenly shouted and interrupted Fu Yusheng.

“Since you’re from the Western Frontier, you should know what our Nine Mystic Sword Sect relies on.”

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s reliance.

At the foot of the Nine Mystic Mountain, many people were stunned at first. Then they turned to look at the three-story pavilion that was shining with golden light not far away.

Sword Pavilion.

First, there was the Sword Pavilion, and then the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect had always relied on the Sword Pavilion.

Every time the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was in danger, the Sword Pavilion would save the sect.

Fu Yusheng laughed and turned to look at the three Heaven Realm experts beside him. “Junior brothers, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect has a Sword Pavilion with 100,000 hidden swords.

“This is a treasure trove.”

100,000 hidden swords.

These words caused the eyes of the three cultivators from the Central Continent to flicker.

Sword light and spiritual qi surged from the three of them, and condensed killing intent appeared.

Money moved people’s hearts, let alone 100,000 swords!

If they could obtain 100,000 swords by destroying the Nine Mystic Sword Sect today, this trip would not be in vain.

In the sky, Tuoba Cheng retracted his aura. He straightened his clothes and cupped his hands below.

“An external enemy has invaded the Nine Mystic Mountain. Please deal with it, Elder Han Muye of the Sword Pavilion.”

Han Muye.

Immortal Han.

Han Muye, who was wearing a purple robe and standing behind the elders, took a step forward. His figure was like an immortal, and the heavenly cranes under his feet carried him. With each step, he ascended the sky.

In midair, the cranes glided under his feet. He cupped his hands in all directions and smiled. “Today, my Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s sect master’s succession ceremony receives the congratulations of everyone. It’s a blessing.”

His words did not have any smoldering aura, nor did they have a sharp sword aura. Instead, he looked like a Confucian cultivator from the Central Continent.

He stood on cranes in his long robe.

Many people below sighed in their hearts. Immortal Han’s usually humble personality was good for his fellow cultivators in the Western Frontier, but when he encountered a powerful enemy, could he retreat with this humility and tolerance?

Today, the great cultivator of the Central Continent had come to the Nine Mystic Mountain. Even if he emptied the Sword Pavilion to send them off, it would probably not be satisfactory.

In the cultivation world, strength spoke for itself.

In the sky, Han Muye slowly straightened his body and looked ahead. A faint sharp sword qi surged out.

“Ever since the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was established, our inheritances have almost been severed 12 times.

“It was attacked five times on the Nine Mystic Mountain.

“Even this palace on the mountain peak has been destroyed several times.

“But the Sword Pavilion is here, and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect is here.

“The Nine Mystic Mountain has been stained with blood a few times, but the inheritance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect is still there.”

Unconsciously, an indescribable aura condensed on Han Muye.

Below, the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and the cultivators of the various sects of the Western Frontier felt their hearts tremble. A difficult situation confronted them.

The road was blue, and blood stained the bones.

Which large sect didn’t go through all kinds of dangers to have an unending legacy?

Is the situation today more dangerous than before?

Will the situation in the future be smooth sailing?

In the void, his resolution spread.

All the hardships and dangers were training!

Wasn’t the path of cultivation to face difficulties head-on and fight for victory against the world?

Why would he cultivate immortality if he did not have the will to live after death?

What about a Heaven Realm expert?

What about 10 Heaven Realm experts?

As long as the Sword Pavilion did not fall, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would not fall. The Western Frontier would not fall!

A celestial sound resounded in the world.

The aura was gathering!

“He really is comparable to those sharp-tongued Confucian cultivators of the Central Continent.” Beside Fu Yusheng, a green-robed daoist frowned and muttered.

The others also frowned and nodded.

It was not a good thing to gather such an aura.

“Senior Brother Fu, in order to prevent any accidents from happening, let’s destroy the Nine Mystic Sword Sect immediately.” An old man in a gray robe with a long sword on his back shouted in a low voice. He stepped out of the flying ship, and sword light surrounded his body.

His sword slashed at Han Muye with a thousand-foot-long sword shadow.

As the sword light rushed over, Han Muye’s expression did not change. Instead, he looked at the distant sky.

“Central Continent, Heavenly Wolf, do you want to see my Sword Pavilion’s foundation?

“Are you afraid that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect won’t be able to suppress the Western Frontier?”

Han Muye muttered and slowly raised his arms.

“I forgot to tell you.”

A resplendent halo burst forth from his eyes, and the battle intent on his body soared into the sky. He let out a long roar that shook the mountains and rivers!

“For 10,000 years, any enemy who invades the Nine Mystic Mountain will leave his life on the Nine Mystic Mountain.

“No exceptions.

“It’s the same today!”

Han Muye’s robe moved in the wind, and a vast sword qi gathered from the Nine Mystic Mountain.

“Where is the Nine Mystic Disciple Sword?”

Han Muye shouted.

“The sword is here!”

“Clang—”

At this moment, the sound of swords being unsheathed filled the Nine Mystic Mountain!

Sword light filled the mountain!

100 swords, 1,000 swords, 10,000 swords, 100,000 swords!

At this moment, there was only one sword in the world!

“Sword.”

Han Muye raised his hand.

Thousands of sword lights converged into one!

“Buzz!”

The Sword Pavilion was shocked!

The windows of the three levels of the Sword Pavilion were all opened. Long swords turned into streams of light and gathered.

10,000 swords became one!

No, 100,000 swords, 1,000,000 swords combined!

The sword light merged into one, supporting the sky and the ground.

The flowing light sword held up the sky and suppressed the boundless land!

There was no need to swing his sword.

With this sword here, it could suppress millions of miles of mountains and rivers in the Western Frontier!

As long as the sword was there, the world would be locked down. All the auras and thick clouds were frozen in the void like pieces of ice.