Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

There were countless inheritances of the Sword Dao in the world. Sword strength, sword intent, magic sword, close combat sword, sword control, entering the Dao with a sword, turning the Dao into a sword…

The path of a sword cultivator was the condensation of the Great Dao of cultivation in the world.

On the path of a sword cultivator, Han Muye had already walked very far!

At this moment, with the long sword in his hand and the sage in front of him, his blood was boiling.

Along the way, from the beginning of the Mystic Element Sword Technique, to the convergence of sword intent, to the sword formation, to the sword control, to the condensation of the sword of the primordial spirit, he had seen the endless glory of the path of the sword.

He had comprehended the myriad sword techniques of time.

He used 10,000 swords to form one sword.

He turned one sword into 10,000 swords.

He had traveled 100,000 miles and created countless sword techniques.

He should have become a Sage with the Sword Dao long ago.

Sword in hand, blood burning!

"Boom!"

The sword light that reached the heavens directly shattered the earth and sky, and the Crimson Star below the sky shattered in response to the brilliance of the sky.

The sword light burned fiercely, as if it wanted to burn through all obstacles and burn through the world!

Han Muye slashed out, and the expression of the Sword Dao Sage in front of him turned solemn.

The sword in his hand pointed out without hesitation, blocking Han Muye's sword.

"Clang—"

When the long swords clashed, a crisp sword cry resounded.

The sword light in Han Muye's hand broke, then disappeared.

The sword of a Sword Dao Sage was not something his current cultivation level could withstand.

If it weren't for the rules of the Dao Competition, he and the sword in his hand would have turned into smoke.

"Buzz!"

The sword in Han Muye's hand vibrated, then turned into a clear long sword.

Spiritual treasure.

This was the spiritual treasure nurtured by the Infinite Unity Sword Case. It was formed from the convergence of 10,000 swords. A myriad of swords, one sword remained unbroken.

The sword in Han Muye's hand reassembled, causing the expression of the Sword Dao sage opposite him to change.

"Spiritual treasure!"

With a low cry, his eyes were filled with greed as he stared at Han Muye. "Remember, the one who killed you is me, Bai Zhanye."

Bai Zhanye.

Sword Dao Sage.

Han Muye raised his hand, the sword in his palm, and pointed the tip forward.

Without a word, his sword light condensed into a line.

When fighting such an expert, he directly used the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

The sword light turned into a green line that pierced through the void and stabbed towards Bai Zhanye's chest.

This sword carried an explosive halo.

As the sword light moved forward, all the voids shattered.

Bai Zhanye's eyes widened as he stared at the sword light landing in front of him.

With difficulty, he raised the sword in his hand and thrusted forward, mixing with the sword light.

Han Muye's sword light shattered, scattering into sword lights that exploded and wrapped around Bai Zhanye.

"With such a sword technique, you are qualified to be my opponent!" Bai Zhanye shouted as he was enveloped by the sword lights.

The sword in his hand transformed into a wheel of light. Facing the sword lights head on, he recklessly swung at the sword lights, layer upon layer.

The sword blocked all of Han Muye's sword lights.

"Boom!"

After 10 breaths, the sword light dissipated, and Bai Zhanye, who was holding a long sword, stood where he was.

This was the first time Han Muye had encountered someone breaking through the first level of the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords Technique in 10 breaths.

"What's the name of this technique?" Bai Zhanye looked at Han Muye and asked in a low voice.

"Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords. This sword was created by Master Mo Yuan to open a path for low-level sword cultivators in the world," Han Muye said loudly.

"Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords." Bai Zhanye nodded and raised the sword in his hand. "I have such a technique too. Take a look."

He let go of the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword turned into a hummingbird.

The hummingbird had just taken shape, but it had already transformed into tens of millions of clones!

One sword turned into 10,000 swords!

Han Muye's eyes flashed like lightning.

The Great Dao of the world had the same destination!

He took a step forward and the sword light slashed down.

With one sword, tens of thousands of sword lights followed.

One sword turned into 10,000 swords!

"Slash—"

He slashed at the hummingbirds with his sword, and then tens of thousands of sword lights enveloped all the hummingbirds.

All the hummingbirds were shattered.

However, these hummingbirds did not disappear. Instead, they turned into more hummingbirds.

Every hummingbird had a sword aura.

ραпdα nᴏνa| сom Just like the sword intent gathered in Han Muye's qi sea back then, a sword intent could transform into 128,000 sword qi.

In an instant, Han Muye was surrounded by countless hummingbirds.

A smile appeared on Bai Zhanye's face.

"Fellow Daoist Zhanye's swordsmanship is truly breathtaking. This poor monk has only seen it before." Behind Bai Zhanye, a Sage Monk in a cassock put his palms together and spoke softly.

Covered by the sword lights, it was impossible for Han Muye to escape.

This battle was over.

Bai Zhanye laughed and said calmly, "This kid has some talent in swordsmanship, but unfortunately…"

Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly froze.

In front of him, the hummingbirds trembled and turned into golden lotuses!

Armed with 100,000 golden lotuses, Han Muye slowly walked out.

Bai Zhanye's sword intent was directly transformed by Han Muye!

"How, how is this possible…" Bai Zhanye's eyes widened as he exclaimed.

Han Muye's expression was calm. He raised his hand and stabbed out again.

This was his third thrust.

The first strike, Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

The second strike turned one sword into 10,000 swords.

At this moment, the third strike was ordinary. It was just a faint sword light moving forward.

When fighting a true sword cultivator, be it Han Muye or the other party, there was a limit to the methods they could use.

This was also the reason why it took 10 to 100 years for experts to fight each other.

Han Muye stabbed out with his ordinary sword. Bai Zhanye moved and quickly retreated.

"You've already comprehended the Sword Dao to such an extent!"

Staring at the golden lotus around Han Muye, Bai Zhanye shouted in panic, "Master Shi Ming, attack with me. This child's talent in the Sword Dao is too heaven-defying. We can't let him live!"

His talent was too heaven-defying. He could not be left alive!

These words stunned the sage monk behind Bai Zhanye.

What kind of person could be evaluated by a Sword Dao Sage like this?